Sin 2 Win: Passion in Macau

By Guy Graf

Brandon Beck is a Behavioral Health Tech at a Psychiatric Hospital in Mesa Arizona. He has chosen to devote his life to the care and treatment of less fortunate individuals, ostensibly helping them overcome their psychosis. In reality, however, the only care Brandon really cares about is carnal.
He is driven by a sexual obsession so all-consuming that it determines his every thought and action; all he wants is sex with women, young, old, even meth-fueled crazy women all the fucking time. Money does play a crucial role in his quest as he seeks a wealthy mark in order to sustain his life-style.
Brandon pursues his craving with sociopathic meticulousness and forethought; his sole purpose in becoming a BHT is to fulfill his passion and provide access to his compulsion. In staking his sexual thirst, Brandon is remorseless and deviously free of hesitation, a monster driven by pure motivation. He deceives everyone, and cares nothing for anyone or anything but his own hedonistic pleasure.
Eventually, the word comes out and he makes his escape to Macau where his sexual desire took him to unearth Macau’s Angel of Death. An encounter which transformed his view of life, love and sex. It was during this engagement that he had realized her goal was one of enlightenment- of knowledge, happiness and freedom.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Xlibris US
• Release date: Dec 1, 2019
• ISBN: 9781796075410

Guy Graf

Guy Graf has an extensive-working knowledge of various psychological disorders. He began his journey at the county psychiatric hospital in Mesa, Arizona. It was as a Behavioral Health Technician where his academic studies into the world of abnormal behaviors began. He quickly absorbed the various assessments, classifications and treatment plans, along with the countless disorders. He departed the hospital to further his education at the Arizona State Hospital which brought him in close contact with violent sexual predators. It was there that the idea of combining his knowledge and experiences along with his travels to Macau into this mystery. Guy is a budding author who hopes to share his lifelong dream of sharing his stories with the world. He is presently working on his second novel, “The Search for Suzie Wong.”

Book preview

Copyright © 2019 by Guy Graf.

All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage and retrieval system, without permission in writing from the copyright owner.

This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places and incidents either are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to any actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

Any people depicted in stock imagery provided by Getty Images are models, and such images are being used for illustrative purposes only.

Certain stock imagery © Getty Images.

Rev. date: 11/28/2019

Xlibris

1-888-795-4274

www.Xlibris.com

806320

Contents

Acknowledgements

Chapter 1 Pina Colada

Chapter 2 Lookin for love

Chapter 3 Sweet Little 16

Chapter 4 Dr. Feelgood

Chapter 5 Love is a drug

Chapter 6 People are strange

Chapter 7 Rebel Yell

Chapter 8 Dream Catcher

Chapter 9 Take the money and run

Chapter 10 Ready to Die

Chapter 11 Paradise City

A note about mental hospitals

Acknowledgements

First and foremost I would like to thank all the people in Hong Kong and my family in Beiliu China for inspiring me to complete this story. It is due to their kind and gracious hospitality that I had the time to finish this story.

Secondly, my appreciation goes to the majority of people that I have had the pleasure of working with, having sex with or hoping to continue to have sex with. Especially you Cuddle Bunny.

Thirdly, my US family- who stands by me through-out all my adventures in life.

Chapter One

Pina Colada

C olor me up

What? You leaving already?

Work man, Gotta keep up appearances, check on my ladies, you know.

The dealer took my chips, split them up and yelled over to the pit boss, Color coming in. The pit boss then stepped over to scrutinize the transaction. Jack, our dealer who has won the nickname of Crazy Jack due to his very verbose, outgoing personality pushed the higher denomination chips back to me. He does the usual hang-checking gesture and I throw him a nice small toke, which he graciously thanks me for.

The only other player at the table, a man of banal stature sat back in his chair as the transaction unfolded. I could see his belted dress pants which sat too high on his waist and his square plaid dress shirt, impervious to time, could’ve been from any one of the past three decades. He quietly motioned for the waitress.

Up or down, Snake who usually accompanies me on these casino runs asked me.

Down, as usual, I replied grimly.

Jack looked Snake over before asking Color Sir?

Snake, not his real name however, it was me who actually coined this nickname for him. I got to admit it I am a big Simpsons fan and when I spotted the criminal named Snake doing his nefarious acts, I immediately thought of my friend, Anthony Salerno. Identical in almost every way except my Snake has a little darker hair color, along with a more slender build. Always in motion, hyper, intense and snaking around everybody trying to scam or looking to make a deal, legal or illegal. Today he was wearing a new suit; however, it didn’t look right on him. Then I figured it out, he was sporting the kind of off-the-rack, basic blue suit, that Joseph A Banks sold two for the price of one. It was very un-Tony-like. He was a stylish six-foot tall man with a keen and very expensive fashion sense. I knew he was up to something, what, I would soon find out.

After a quick look at his chip count I could tell he was slightly pissed. It seemed he was down about two hundred and had less than a hundred left on the felt. That alone would piss him off and the dealer didn’t help the situation.

Fuck off, asshole.

All I could do was smile at Jack as we gathered up our chips and headed to the cashier cage. I had to give my chips to Snake to cash in as I made a beeline to get my car. My shift at Desert View starts at 3:00 which gave me about thirty minutes to drop off Snake, get there and change into my scrubs.

Desert View is where I work and run my little scams, while I await my big score one day. I have my plan to ‘Escape’ in place already, all I need is to get down to business and plot my departure along with hers. My main objective while being employed here, considering that I have access to all the clients’ records, is that I am able to note how much income they receive, from where and how often, along with what medication they are taking and most important if they have any living relatives. I do this with almost all the females I hook up with, honing my skills, just waiting for the perfect time for me to depart with my ill-gotten goods. In the meantime I continue to run these little games. They keep me in gambling money, running a little contraband into the unit, befriending the female clients, taking their numbers and hooking up with them with only one thing on my mind-SEX!

As I enter the unit all I can hear is the chanting of one of our clients. Did I mention that Desert View is a Psychiatric Facility located here in beautiful, sunny Phoenix? Most of the clients here are court ordered- either for evaluation due to some bizarre behavior being exhibited which can be DTO (danger to others) or DTS (danger to self) or self-admit. Court-ordered treatment being that the client has not been taking his/her medications and is returned to our facility often by their relatives to ensure that the treatment plan be followed upon release, the other scenario is that after being evaluated by our Psych team, they are most often placed on a treatment proposal. With that being said no-one really wants to be here- staff or the clients. Anyway, I have worked here for over four years and we basically have clients who have all kinds of problems, Borderline Personality Disorder, Schizoaffective Disorder, Bipolar and PTSD, you get the picture, real nut jobs. Which means two things, one- is my job can be rather difficult, and two- it makes finding a suitable mark easier.

Satan Satan has never been re-spec-ta-ble.

Satan Satan has never been re-spec-ta-ble.

Good morning Dave.

Huh? Oh yeah, good morning.

Feeling alright today?

Dave doesn’t answer me just turns and resumes his chanting about Satan, which is usual for him. He is one of my favorite characters here, at least one of the most interesting. For the last several years he has been diagnosed as grossly psychotic, threatening to kill everyone. While here at Desert View the only threatening actions he exhibited towards others has been some growling, posturing (sometimes) with clenched fists, and being verbally aggressive. He is tall but slender, reminds me of a scarecrow, with scraggly unkempt hair and a long beard with a very intimidating voice, often just a low, heavy growl sound.

I continue to make my rounds checking on everyone seeing that things are safe and secure. As I past one of the rooms housing three females one of them ask if I have got a minute. I tell her as soon as I complete this round I will be back to see her. She is one of the hotties on the unit, young, needy and not bad looking. I have frequently brought candy and sweets into the unit in the past as most new clients often seek something to ease the transition, she is no different.

As I return she is standing in her room wearing the blue scrubs which are issued to new clients. Her scrubs seemed to be tailored to her body, only a size too small, her breasts straining against the worn material, and that tight ass, just viewing it from the side I can picture the smoothness of her cheeks.

Her name is Kelley but she frequently prefers the name she gave upon admission Dr. Kristen Durst from the Harry Potter movies. She suffers from Bipolar Mood Disorder- Manic, agitated, delusional and paranoid. As I read her history it tells of a young girl that by the age of 6 had contact with over 100 men and women, all introduced by her uncle. And I definitely wanted to add to that number.

Hi there, Kelley, what cha need?

Other than you, how about a cup of soup and some crackers?

Sure, anything else before I go?

"Well, roommates are gone, maybe you want something?"

Hah, not now, maybe when you get out I might want something.

Mmm, you’ll have to tell me what it is sometime.

I go to the kitchen for her soup and I think about how things are falling into place. It usually takes me around two weeks to cull the relationship, by that time I have discovered their strengths and weaknesses whether to come on strong and hard or to play it weak and soft. The mark also gets a chance to scrutinize my behavior as well. I like to play it as a loving, caring tech that would go out of his way to ensure their stay here is as comfortable as possible. Generally speaking, after the two weeks I can determine if she will succumb to my game. It has worked before, the latest one being Valerie.

After having going through the program here and now living all by herself, it was just a matter of time before her LUST took over. Our relationship really began the same day of her DC a little over two years ago. However, it was just this past week-end I had the pleasure of her company at Casino Arizona- now called Talking Stick Resort.

It was a warm but cool afternoon when we entered the Casino and Valerie immediately went to the blackjack games.

Valerie, you going to hit that?

What do you think I should do?

Well, to quote, the rules, always hit if the dealer shows a seven. You got to assume he has a ten under there.

Ok, fine. Hit please.

Alright! You got a ten. She did not reply she just leaned back against her chair.

You feeling ok, honey? I asked already knowing the answer.

Yeah, just a little dizzy from all the flashing lights, the bells and noise. You go ahead play some more, here take the rest. She got up and staggered a bit before slumping back down into her seat.

I knew something would happen by my bringing her to the casino. Working as a Behavioral Psych Tech and having access to all the patient’s charts, I knew Valerie would fit nicely into my main profile category. Not Great Escape material yet for she was missing one very important detail; recent suicide attempt. That is something I am hoping to provide her with later. However, all the other criteria was present; substantial monthly income, a bit older than myself, and living alone. Her diagnosis other than suffering from an earlier TBI (traumatic brain injury) was that she was anguishing with Bipolar Depression.

According to the Psych Evaluation Note that I conveniently copied from Lifewell Behavioral Wellness for dear Mrs. Hollingsworth she has had a documented diagnosis of Bipolar Depression per discharge paperwork from St Luke’s where she was previously hospitalized. According to the statement Patient was admitted for worsening suicidal ideations and felt like her depression was getting worse and called a cab to take her to the ED. Suicidal ideations have been chronic and passive- no recent suicide attempts, but a long history of suicidal thoughts, primarily in a chronic passive way.

Women like Valerie find the attraction that a young man can lavish on them healing, I like it to a modern day cougar, hot older women who look to prey on young hot studs plus the fact that I am able to sexually satisfy them.