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Vegas Gambit Ch. 01

By: wallcleaver



"Jack Daniels, on the rocks." I answered in response to the cocktail waitress's question about what I was drinking. 

"Coming right up cowboy!" 

"Thanks uhh ... Stacy." I added, reading her name tag. I don't think it was coincidence that the name tag was pinned right next to the large expanse of cleavage she was showing and I was admiring. Stacy stood in place a few seconds longer to allow me to appreciate the full effect, then turned and headed to the bar to get my drink. I also admired her nicely shaped bottom as it swung back and forth under her short skirt. Yeah, I know, this was all done for the express purpose of getting me to part with a larger tip. 

No, I am not a cowboy either. I wasn't wearing the boots or the hat, just sitting in this service bar in the Excalibur hotel in the wild west of Las Vegas. I was here for a conference on security, something I had to do occasionally as part of my duties as the head of corporate security for a large insurance company located in Atlanta. I would have preferred to skip the whole week here, leaving it for the younger guys. Actually, at 36, I was one of the younger guys, but I considered the ones who were here for the party atmosphere the younger (and less mature) guys. I know that I have to attend these things, the nature of the business is changing so quickly that it is hard to keep up. 30 years ago, I would be worrying about how to combat employees from taking company staplers and calculators home in their lunch boxes. Now I had to worry about client lists leaving the building on micro drives, competing companies getting our trade secrets, even foreign hackers trying to bring down the American economy one company at a time. 

This conference was one that was held several times a year in various locations. My peers in the security field would come together to compare notes, revive old friendships and generally have a good time on the company dime for the week. We would listen to experts tell us of the latest threats and then get a sales pitch from all the vendors who were offering their own solution to keep our people and products safe. All this in the lap of luxury here in Las Vegas. 

Stacy came back with my drink and placed it on the table in front of me, bending over more than she really had to in order to set it down. I took the opportunity she offered and got another look at the cleavage. I took 2 $20's from my wallet and placed them on the table in front of me. Stacy picked up one of them and pulling a wad of bills from the pocket of her apron, made change and set it on the table atop the remaining $20. I took the bills she had set down, leaving the $20 behind. I looked at the bill, then at her eyes, then back to the $20. She understood, and smiling, bent over again to pick up her tip. She then folded the bill in half and pushed it into her cleavage. As she continued pushing it further down, the bodice of her tight top slipped down lower until her dark brown nipples were just peeking out above the edge of the fabric. She stayed in that position as I looked at the nipples presented to me, stiffening at my gaze, now standing tall and proud. She slowly ran the tip of her tongue over her lips, and then looked directly into my eyes. When she was sure I was watching, she moved her gaze to her bare nipples, then back to my eyes. I was enjoying the show, a stray thought passing through my mind wondering what they might taste like. 

Calm down, Brian. You don't want to be taking a cold shower before you get into bed, I told myself. Stacy held her position for about 30 seconds before exclaiming "Oh my!" feigning surprise and embarrassment. She pulled the top back to its proper placement and smiled seductively as she walked away. Looking over her shoulder, she said "Enjoy your drink, cowboy!" 

Right now, I was enjoying the view of her ass cheeks swinging from side to side as she headed back to the bar. Yes it was a game, and we each knew how to play. 

*****

I was sitting in the service bar just off the casino floor, having a quick drink before heading back to my room. If I was smart, I would have passed on the drink, but no one has ever accused me of being that intelligent. It had been a long day at the conference, and I had been tired before it started. I should have been here yesterday about mid afternoon, but problems at work had required my attention and I did not end up flying out of Atlanta before 6 PM. Getting to the hotel around midnight, I had not gotten much sleep last night. I was hoping the drink would relax me some and then I could catch up on some of my lost rest. 

The bar here was quiet, maybe 6 or 7 people at any time. There were a dozen tables and 4 booths along the back wall, but not many patrons found their way inside. Stacy was not having any trouble keeping up with the orders rather she might be having trouble staying alert. The bartender, on the other hand, was continuously busy. There was a steady stream of roving waitresses coming in to get their orders filled so they could return to the gamblers who would not need to leave their slots or tables to satisfy their desire for alcohol. I chose to sit in this bar because it was quiet and I could do a little people watching without being noticed, the dark bar making it difficult for anyone on the outside to see in. 

Right now, the person I was watching was a very well put together blonde who was slowly walking down the row of slots, stopping occasionally to look at one of the machines or say something to one of the gamblers. She was tall, and was showing off what she had. Her dress was an emerald green material, kind of shiny. The top was cut low in the front and it was obvious from the way her breasts jiggled as she walked that she was not wearing a bra under the dress. The top was not so tight to restrict the movement of those breasts, but fit her well enough to show off her figure. The skirt flowed out and ended about 2 inches above her knees. She was very striking and by the number of other men who seemed to be watching her, I could tell I wasn't the only one with that opinion. 

I was keeping my eye on her as she walked, then noticed a man who took a step away from his slot machine to watch her progress as she moved past him. As he did this, he stepped right into the path of a middle aged woman who was walking past in the opposite direction. They collided and the man apologized profusely as they stepped away from each other. The woman looked like she had just gotten off the tour bus. She had gray streaked hair done in a bun, big glasses that might have been in style 30 years ago, clunky earrings and bright red lipstick that looked as though she had applied it with a trowel. She was wearing a big, oversized tunic of some sort and teal colored polyester pants with blue athletic shoes. She finished off her ensemble with a purse that was larger than some overnight bags I had seen. I assume she was on her way to the all you can eat buffet with her meal voucher. She looked like the type who would go in with an empty purse and emerge an hour later with a purse weighing 20 pounds. I had to chuckle, these women thought they were so sneaky, and the casinos knew exactly what they were doing. 

I returned my attention to the blonde, she had moved further down the aisle almost out of good viewing distance. Just as I changed my focus, I thought I saw something fall from the tourist woman's sleeve into her purse. I couldn't be sure, but swore I saw that movement out of the corner of my eye. I returned my attention to the older woman, but she too was getting further away and out of my field of vision. I must really be tired, I thought I was seeing things, maybe it was really time for me to head up to the room and get some sleep. 

I spent a few minutes nursing my drink and just watching the other people on the gambling floor. One can find a cross section of Americana just watching the people one sees in a casino. I had almost finished the drink and I was pondering the wisdom of another when I saw that green dress moving closer to this side of the room. I forgot my concerns about drink and waited for her to get close enough for a better look. I got a chance to see her come down the aisle directly opposite my position, she was taking her time and not in any hurry. I was concentrating on her movements when I saw that telltale teal color that was the pants the older woman had been wearing. Odd, she was again walking in the same aisle as the blonde, again in the opposite direction. This time I let my attention divert from the blonde and watched the other woman. I saw a big guy who had his full attention on the blonde turn as she passed and once again, the older woman walked directly into him as he turned. Again, she sort of bounced back after the collision, and he apologized. She nodded and kept walking, but this time I looked more closely and saw her drop something that looked like a wallet into her bag. Damn, she was picking pockets right here on the casino floor. I guess she had taken notice of the looks the blonde got and would use that to her advantage. As I had watched, I noticed that although she looked the part of a middle aged tourist, a closer inspection showed she was something else. The arthritic shuffle was not quite stiff enough, the lines and crow's feet around the eyes missing, the skin too tight and supple for someone supposedly at that age. 

Both women had moved out of my view, so I looked for the victim of the sleight of hand. He had returned to his prior actions, checking out the other gamblers and moving from one machine to another. As he was walking away, I saw him stop, then check his pocket and he discovered that his wallet was missing. It was maybe 3 minutes after it had been taken, and now he looked really pissed. He tried to peer down the aisle and then tried to look over the top of the machines. I don't think he saw the woman he was looking for, he took out a cell phone and started speaking into it. I also notice that he was wearing a gun under his suit jacket. He didn't look like a cop and I don't think hotel security carries weapons. His pistol was not obvious, but my 10 years in Army CID had given me the experience to notice these things. As I watched, he continued to talk while also looking for the woman. He did not look like the type to just ask politely for the return of his wallet if he found her, just a hunch. 

I continued to watch him. He had finished with the call, but now was starting to go up and down the various aisles, looking for the woman who had relieved him of his wallet. I noticed her pants from across the room, they were pretty obvious even from a distance. She was coming this way, and even though I don't condone what she was doing, I thought I had better give her some warning about this guy. I was still wearing my suit, although the tie had been loosened. I pulled it back into position and assumed my best look of an authority figure. My hair was not quite regulation length any more, but it was not so long I looked out of place. I walked to the edge of the casino floor, and as the woman came by, I stepped out into her path. She pulled up, and I told her in a firm voice "would you please step over here, Miss." 

"Get outa ma way, mista!" she tried to bluff in a gravelly voice and then stepped around me. 

I again moved into her path, this time saying with more authority "I don't think you want to make a scene here, especially with what you have in that bag. Please move over here with me." 

I saw a flash of concern on her face, but it quickly disappeared back to her character expression. She did, however, allow me to direct her to one of the back booths in the bar. I motioned for her to sit and she did, still looking at me with a question in her eyes. 

"I am not the police nor am I hotel security.", I started. "I do know what you are doing, and I want to warn you that the last guy whose wallet you swiped noticed it right away and even now is searching for you. I don't think he is the kind of guy to take this lightly." 

"What you talking bout?" She was going to try to bluff her way through this, but that would not happen. 

"I know you are not who you appear to be. I also know that you have angered the wrong person. Did you happen to feel his gun while you were helping yourself to his wallet? He was on the phone right away, and I would not be surprised if he called the police, although with a gun under his coat, he might be looking for some other kind of assistance." 

She still did not look concerned, but at that moment, I saw the guy, now accompanied by 2 other men, each just as big and threatening as he was. I could also see that each of these companions carried a gun under his coat. I pointed this out to the woman and directed her to take notice of how angry the first appeared to be. I don't think he was very happy at this point. 

My companion finally appeared to realize the consequence of her action. She calmly reached into her purse and removed a cell phone, a small cosmetic kit, 2 foil wrapped hand sanitizers, a folded bag and a pair of sandals that were just soles with a couple of thin white straps. She took the phone and pushed speed dial and listened for a minute. She did not say anything, but hung up after a short interval. I had seen the blonde in the green dress just as the call started and I noticed her stop for a minute, then put her drink down on a ledge between 2 slot machines, picking up her pace, not anything very noticeable, but something with more purpose. She was headed for the exit and I realized that these 2 were working together. 

Once the call had been made, the woman opened one of the sanitizers and used the cloth to wipe down each surface on her glasses and earrings as she removed them and placed them into the bag. She had unfolded the bag and I saw it had the logo of one of the trendy shops located downstairs on the first floor. Next came the hair net, and I saw that the gray I assumed was hers was actually on the net. She then took a cocktail napkin and removed the garish red lipstick, crumpling the napkin onto the table. She pulled some pins from her hair and it tumbled down over her shoulders, a beautiful shade of brunette with reddish highlights. She shook it out, ran her fingers through the hair and she could have stepped from a salon just minutes earlier by the way her hair looked. She opened the makeup kit and with practiced strokes, had some blue eye shadow and a tasteful frosted pink lipstick applied in seconds. She took some dangle earrings out and inserted them into her lobes, each with a small blue stone. I had seen it, but found it hard to believe this young woman was the same person I had watched earlier. 

Once the face was done, she unbuttoned her tunic, then removed and placed it into the bag with the other objects. She had on a shiny blue camisole top with spaghetti straps. She bent to remove the athletic shoes, each finding its way into the bag as it came up from under the table. Finally, she shifted around some, and the polyester pants came out and into the bag. All this had taken less than 2 minutes and I would bet money that anyone who saw the woman I had come in here with would not think these 2 the same person. She had not said a word during this time, just smiling knowingly at me as she worked. 

After the transformation was complete, she took a second sanitizer and started wiping down each of the wallets as she pulled them one by one from her bag. She removed the cash, but left everything else intact. The wallets were then dropped onto the floor under the table where the cleaning staff would find them and hopefully return what was left to the owner some time later. The third wallet she emptied contained the anecdotal 'wad of bills that would choke a horse', all $100's. I assume this was the one from her latest victim, the one who was even now searching for these women. Her final act was to take the blue purse that could masquerade as a suitcase and start folding, pulling and pushing it into shape. When she had finished, she was holding a stylish black shoulder bag with a gold chain. 

I sat watching all of this, not really believing what I was seeing. I started to think that maybe this was an elaborate hoax perpetrated on me by my colleagues or that some director would come out of the shadows and point to a camera that had filmed the whole thing. As I was pondering, the young woman said the first words she had spoken in her own voice. 

"Are you ready?" 

"Ready for what?" I answered. 

"You are going to escort me outside then hail me a cab. I know you are a gentleman who would be willing to help a lady in distress." She laughed. 

"Well, if I am to escort you out, can I ask what name to call you?" 

"I'm Janet." She answered with a smile. "And you?" 

"Brian. Nice to meet you Janet." 

I stood first then taking her arm, I started to leave the bar. Just as I took the first steps, her phone rang. Janet looked concerned, and then answered. She listened a minute, then "shit! OK, try another." 

She listened again, and then replied to the voice. "Shit. See if you can hide out in the ladies room for a bit. I will see what I can figure out." 

I saw the concern on her face, maybe even turning to worry. "Problems?" I asked. 

"My sister Jen says that there are men checking people as they leave the casino floor. Not anything too obvious, but they are there and looking at everyone. She isn't sure if they have made the connection between us, but doesn't want to chance trying to get past them." 

The first guys call for help had been answered, and now things had suddenly gotten more complicated. I told Janet that Jen could not stay in the ladies room for long, the attendant would notice and call for help if it looked like there might be a problem. "She needs to get off this floor soon before they have all the exits covered. That dress she is wearing will look like a beacon on a dark night, it won't be easy to avoid being spotted." 

Now Janet really started to look worried. "I'm not sure how to help her. Got any ideas?" 

"I don't think they have had time to get all avenues covered. If you can call her, tell her to use the escalators in the center of the room and go up." I thought of all the old movies I remembered, shouting at the heroine to go out of the house not up. Then I remembered one of the flyers I had put into my pocket from the seminar earlier today. "Tell her to get to the 4th floor. There are hospitality suites there that will have a lot of people and she can get off of the casino floor. If she goes to room 410, a friend's company is sponsoring the suite and she can wait there. If anyone asks, and they probably won't for a beautiful woman, tell her to drop my name. I am on the guest list and I can go up to meet her." 

Janet started to call, but I interrupted her for a minute. "I am Brian Patrick. Tell her what I look like. I will be wearing my name tag so she can be sure it is me. Tell her to stay far enough inside that anyone walking by won't be able to see her from outside. Give me about 15 minutes to get there." 

Janet nodded, then made the call and relayed the information. As she hung up, I took her arm and we walked out of the bar, heading for the escalator down to the ground floor to get Janet out of the casino. We walked down the aisles of slots, and Janet stopped long enough to leave the bag filled with her costume on a ledge behind the machines. It would walk away soon once someone saw the store it ostensibly came from. 

Janet took my arm and as we walked off the casino floor and through the archway toward the escalators, I spotted the guy who was trying to be inconspicuous as he checked out those leaving the floor. I was certain he would not recognize Janet as he checked, but before we got all the way to the end, I saw him look at a couple of pictures every few seconds as people passed. I asked Janet to move out of the way for a minute, and then looped around to get behind the observer. I got close enough to him to see a picture of Jen in her green dress and Janet, although Janet was in her costume. I went back to Janet and told her there was a problem. "They have a picture of Jen. It must have come from the hotel's security system. This is damn quick for something like that, they must have someone inside working with them." 


Vegas Gambit Ch. 01



"So what do we do now?" she asked. I wondered where the 'we' had come from, but since I had decided to get involved, I guess it was warranted. 

"Come on, let's go down to the lobby. We need to get you out of site first, and if they have this kind of intel, I wouldn't be surprised that they figure out who you really are pretty quickly." 

Janet merely nodded, but her grip on my arm was a lot tighter now than it had been just minutes earlier. We walked to the front desk and I spoke to the gentleman behind the counter. 

"My wife has decided to meet me here for the week and just got in. Can you make me up another key card for her?" 

The young man looked up at me, and then glanced at Janet. I saw his eyebrow go up a second, and then I could hear him thinking "Is that the best story you can come up with." He did not say anything, I assume he heard this kind of thing all the time. I told him I was in 717 and showed him my ID. He punched a few keys on the computer and soon a new key card slid out of the slot in front. I thanked him and handing the card to Janet, stated "Here you go hon." She took it and we walked to the elevators arm in arm. 

Inside the elevator headed for the 7th floor, Janet asked with a sly smile "Wife? I don't even remember the honeymoon." 

I had to admire her calm demeanor at this moment, able to joke as some nasty guys were looking for her and her sister. We made it to our floor, then to the room. I opened the door and once inside, asked Janet for her phone number. I gave her mine as well, then told her to stay put and to not answer the door unless I called first to let her know I was coming. I didn't expect that anyone would be able to trace her to this room, but better safe than sorry. 

*****

I returned the way I had come, getting off the elevator on the 4th floor this time. I found the room I had instructed Janet to direct Jen to, and then went in. The suite was decorated to mimic the general theme of the seminar. Companies used these rooms to woo potential customers with drink and freebies, hoping to make a big sale. I was quizzed for my name and invitation as I entered the room, but as I had expected, someone looking like Jen would not have any trouble getting in without a prior invite. I saw her standing in a far corner, surrounded by half a dozen drooling men as each tried to be the one she might leave with. I walked over to the group, and pushing aside the 2 most aggressive potential suitors, I put my arm around her waist and announced "Jennifer, I see you got here before me." I could see both apprehension and relief in her eyes at my words. 

"Hi, Brian. Yes, I got here about 10 minutes ago. Did you have a good talk with Jan?" 

"Got everything sorted out. She will meet us a bit later. How about if we get drinks." 

I still had my arm around her, and was playing the role for all I was worth. Her body was soft and warm, even through the fabric of my suit jacket. I wish I could have taken it off, but that might have been difficult at this point. I guided her to the bar and asked the bartender for a Jack Daniels for myself and Jen told him to make it 2." Well, a woman who liked her bourbon, this might turn out to be an interesting meeting. 

We moved to a more private section of the room and I asked Jen if she was doing OK. 

"I'm not sure. Why are these guys looking for us?" Jen asked. 

I wasn't sure if she was naïve or just keeping with her role, but I explained that I knew what they were doing and that Janet had chosen the wrong pocket to pick." I didn't go any further into detail, I think she was worried enough. 

"Look, I need to speak to a friend before we get out of here. Will you be OK by yourself for a bit?" As I asked I thought about how silly that was. She would not be alone as soon as I walked away if I was any judge of the male libido. She nodded assent and I went to seek out an old friend. 

"Jacob, how the hell are you?" I asked as I saw his tall frame come into view behind the screen. 

Jacob was the president and owner of the company who sponsored this suite. He was also a good friend I had met years earlier when I was working a joint investigation with CID and NCIS. Jacob was a former Navy Seal and I ran into him off and on over the years I was with CID. 

"Hey Bri, what's up with you these days?" he answered in his deep baritone voice. 

"Not too much, you know, just the usual. But, I do need a favor from you." 

"Name it, if I can help with anything, it is yours." Jacob was always willing to help his friends and I had been the recipient of that assistance more than once in the past. Of course, I had returned the favor a time or 2 myself. 

Lowering my voice, I continued "this is one of those favors where you can't ask any questions. I need to borrow something, and I don't want to get you involved." 

Jacob raised his eyebrows, I could read his thoughts as he wondered what I might be up to that I could not tell him what was going on. 

"Like I said, if I can do it, just tell me what you need." 

I knew he would do the favor without question, but still was relieved when he did not press for any details. "Remember when you did that demo where you were able to jam the surveillance cameras? I need to borrow that jammer if you have it with you." 

"I have it packed up in the back, but I can get it for you in a few minutes." He stated without hesitation. He then looked at Jen, once again surrounded by a group of wolves. He asked "Got a jealous girlfriend at home who might want to see who you are schtupping while out of town?" winking as he spoke. "

Something like that. I just need to be able to move around without attracting attention for a bit." I offered.

"Hey, does she happen to have a sister?" 

I replied "Actually, she does." 

"Yeah right! Women who look like her don't have sisters, they have big, overprotective fathers and brothers."

"Can't put anything past you, Jacob." 

"You do know that the video will be jammed, but anyone looking at the feed will be able to see that the signal is offline. One time is a fluke, but several become a pattern." 

"Yeah, I know, but it can't be helped right now. Can you get the jammer so we can get going?" 

"No problem, but if you are going to try to move around the hotel without attracting too much attention, you might wait until just before midnight when the shift changes. The operators will be tired and not really looking to get involved in anything just before they go home." 

Good point. Maybe we can have another drink at your expense before we have to go." 

Jacob laughed then went to dig out his prototype jammer. His company had built it specifically to demonstrate how a video feed could be bypassed. Fortunately, his company had a product that was immune to such jamming, and he would be glad to sell you one. 

Jacob returned shortly with a small case that he handed to me. "It is fully charged, just turn it on. It has a range of about 50 feet. In a place like this hotel, you will find cameras in the elevators and stairwells. There will be fewer in the hallways but likely at intersections of corridors. Try to stay out of view until you get close, if you are in all the shots just before the picture turns to snow, they will figure out you are involved." 

"Thanks Jacob. I owe you one." I stated. 

"You owe me more than one, but who is counting?" he added with a laugh. 

I had to agree, and hoped I would be able to return the favor sometime. I went over to Jen, causing the group of admirers to scatter when they saw me coming back. "I have a room a few floors up and Jan is there waiting for us. We should wait here for a bit, the shift will change at midnight, and we can use that time to get upstairs undetected." I explained. 

Jennifer nodded, although I am not sure she fully comprehended what was happening and why we had to do all of this. I took my cell and dialed Janet's number. I explained that we would stay here until the shift change, and then be up. I said I would call again just before we left and to expect that call before she let anyone into the room. She sounded nervous on the phone, but thanked me for my help before hanging up. 

We had about 40 minutes to wait before I thought it would be a good time to head out. I asked Jen if she wanted another drink, her first had disappeared rather quickly. Since she did, we walked to the bar and each had our glass refilled. I could see that she was worried and hopefully the alcohol would help to calm her nerves. We moved to a quiet corner and I asked her about herself. 

"So, what's a nice girl like you doing in a place like this?" I clichéd. 

Jen smiled a bit, and then responded "Just trying to make a living." 

I considered her reply a minute, and then said "I am not sure this is the best way to make a living. I won't judge you, but I don't think this type of behavior is proper for someone like you and your sister. I know, I probably sound like a father giving advice to a child, but I think the current situation should be lesson enough." 

"I tried to tell Jan that this wasn't such a good idea. She told me not to worry, she had everything under control. She has always been the smart one, but I trusted her and now look what happens." Jen answered with some trepidation. 

I didn't want to worry her any more at this point, so tried directing the conversation toward another subject. "What about your lives away from here?" 

"We have been on our own for about 5 years now. My parents got divorced and we ended up taking care of ourselves." 

"That must have been traumatic." I stated.

"Actually, it wasn't that bad. Jan had a job and I was finishing college, and our father helped out with expenses. Jan and I have always been close, our father is an engineer with an oil company and had to travel a lot for his job. Our mother is a free lance writer and was always busy with her career, so we ended up taking care of each other. Like I said, Jan is the smart one, but I am better looking." Her last comment was accompanied by a big grin. 

I hadn't tried to make any comparison between the two, but from what I had seen of each, I might have trouble if I had to choose which was more attractive. I guessed her comment was just some friendly sibling rivalry. She had finished her second drink and it soon would be time to go. I hoped she would not be too worried about the situation, but right now she was calm enough. I disposed of our glasses and then gave Jan a call to let her know we would be coming up shortly. 

Taking Jen by the arm, I led us both to the door to leave. I noticed more than one guy leering at her as we passed and a few looks that I took for envy as I left with her. I was carrying the jammer Jacob had given me, the unit now turned on and functioning. I had seen it work before and knew that it would interfere with the video security feed. I hoped it would not be noticed as a pattern right to my room, but I would take care of that possibility too. 

I told Jen to try to stay closer to the sides of the corridor and behind me if possible. I know that the bright green dress she was wearing would be a difficult thing to hide, but that couldn't be helped right now. The suite had been near the elevators so getting to that point was easy and did not present us to any camera I was able to spot. I knew there would be one in the car, but the jammer would take care of that one. Inside, I pressed the button for the 7th floor, and then pressed buttons for 8, 10, 11, 14, and 15 just in case. When we got to the 7th floor, I stepped out first while Jen held the elevator door open as she waited inside. There was a camera at the end of the corridor and we would have to pass it to go that way, then turn and go down the other to my room. I told Jen to wait just outside the elevator when the door closed. The elevators were set back from the wall several inches and there was a potted plant that would help to hide her until I could get close enough to the camera to jam its signal. Once I was close enough to be sure the camera was not seeing me, I motioned for Jen to come to me, then gave her the key card and told her to let herself into my room. I stayed there with the camera off line until I saw her enter the room. 

I went back the way I had come, looking down and not taking any chances that my face would be identifiable if I was on camera. I went to the stairwell and up 3 floors, jamming those cameras as I walked. I made my way out and wandered around on several floors, all the while carefully avoiding detection as best I could and hopefully creating enough misdirection that if anyone did notice something wrong they would not be able to follow a trail right to my room. Once I thought I had put sufficient distance between myself and my room, I switched the jammer off and made my way back to the room. I had called Jan and told her to expect me, and she opened the door at my knock. 

*****

Inside, Jan and Jen asked why I had been gone so I explained my efforts to create some confusion. They thought it a good idea, but also were worried that things seemed to have gotten beyond their control and were very concerned. They should have been worried, their escapade had escalated beyond what they had prepared for and who knew how much further things might progress. I took my jacket and tie off and then sat on one of the chairs, Jen was in the other while her sister was sitting on the bed. 

"What do we do now?" was Jan's first comment. 

I hadn't really thought that far ahead. I was tired and it was almost 1 o'clock by now. I rubbed my eyes for a minute, and then offered "The two of you are out of sight for now. I don't know who these guys are, but they seem to be intent on finding you. You can stay here tonight, but they will likely stop looking soon if they don't find you." 

"Who are they?" was Jen's question. 

"I don't know. I would guess that they are some kind of criminal, each one I saw was carrying a gun under his coat. I know that Las Vegas has tried to clean up its act and the casinos don't want to get the reputation of being a place where guests face crime. These guys are pretty brazen to be here in force with the authorities on guard. I know the mob is less powerful now than they used to be in this town, but from all I have seen, that would be my guess." 

Jen spoke up "Jan, what have you gotten us into?" 

"Sorry Jen, I didn't think that we would have any problems. We never have before." 

"Yeah, no problems huh? I am the one on display and you are the one disguised. Who do you think they will look for first?" Jen was now starting to get upset. 

Jan responded with a bit of anger herself "Wait a minute. You are the one who likes to be seen. You are the show off, I didn't have to twist your arm very much to get you to play that role. And you couldn't wait to get that green dress on and show yourself off." 

At that last, Jen jumped up and shouted "Damn this dress. I am never going to wear it again. And I am through showing off." " With her statement still fresh, she pulled the top of her dress up, and then removed it in a swift motion, throwing it into the corner. She was standing there in front of us in just a green thong that exactly matched the dress she had removed. I couldn't believe what she had just done, but I was going to take advantage of the opportunity to check her out. 

Her breasts were large and firm, even larger here naked in front of me than they had appeared in her dress. She had large, dark red nipples and areola that contrasted with her light skin. Those boobs did not have much sag and I thought back to my earlier peek at Stacy's nipples and my thought of their taste, that same thought returning now. I was still staring, trying to memorize every curve and bump when Jan spoke up. 

"Jen, what are you doing?" 

"I told you, I am through with showing off and I will never wear that dress again!" Jen answered. 

Janet smiled as she noted "You are showing off now. You are giving our host a nice view of your tits." 

Jennifer looked at me, still staring, and got a smile on her face. She looked directly at me, and then asked "You like them?" As she finished asking the question, she shook her breasts side to side for effect. 

"Jen! What the hell are you doing?" Jan asked again. 

"Just like you said, I am showing off for Brian. Besides, you're just upset that my tits are bigger than yours." 

Jan jumped up from the bed "They are not, well not much bigger." 

Jen challenged "OK, whip 'em out and let Brian decide." 

I did not want to get into the middle of an argument between sisters, I thought that my time might have been better spent getting sleep. I had to stop this before it went any further. "Wait a minute ladies, I don't think this is the time for any arguments. We need to figure out what to do about your situation. Right now, I think that getting some sleep would be a good idea so we can think more clearly tomorrow." My comment seemed to break their rival mood and each agreed with me. 

I said I would sleep in one of the chairs and they could take the bed, but each jumped in saying the king sized bed was large enough for all of us. I wasn't so sure about the wisdom of that idea but the ladies would not let me do otherwise. 

Jen was still prancing around in her thong and nothing else, but both Jan and I seemed to have some hesitation about undressing in front of the other. Jen jumped into the bed, claiming the center so I turned out the light, then stripped down to my boxers which I normally slept in. I heard the sounds of Janet removing her clothes, but wasn't sure how far she had stripped down. The thought of Jens claim of breast size stayed with me, but I had to let it go lest I lie here with a growing boner. The women had been right, though. We all fit into the bed with no one crowded together. 

*****

I awoke to the feel of a soft, warm body sliding on top of me. My internal clock told me it was about 4:30 AM, way too early to be getting up. Well, too early to be getting out of bed, but somehow I got the feeling someone wanted me to be up now. Since Jen had been in the middle as we slept last night, I assumed this was her. She was now lying on top of me, and I heard her whisper for me to be quiet. I was pretty sure I could hear her sister breathing regularly indicating she was still sleeping. Jen ground her crotch over my cock a few times, then putting her hands on my shoulders she whispered in my ear before pushing her torso off my chest. "Check out my tits for yourself. I know you were staring at them last night, they are bigger and nicer than Jan's." 

I was still half asleep, but I wasn't going to pass up a chance like that. I reached up and cupped each breast in my hand. Damn, they were big, bigger than any I had personal experience with. As I held and massaged each one with my hands, I could feel the nipples getting harder and pressing themselves into my palms. My thought of taste returned, and I was about to find out for myself. The breasts were large enough that they hung down almost to my mouth as I massaged, so pulling them the few inches more was no problem. Jen lowered herself so I would have better access, and as I drew one hard nipple into my mouth, she moved her breast in a circle so that I had to grab the nipple with my lips and suck hard to hang on. She would pull back a bit, and I used my teeth to get a better grip, She pulled far enough away from my mouth that the breast was stretched out and I could hear a soft moan escape her lips. I switched breasts and the process was repeated, I would hold onto the nipple with my teeth and she would pull until her breast was extended and the skin taut. We continued our game for a few more minutes, and then she lowered herself onto my chest and whispered in my ear." I want to fuck you, but we can't with Jan here. I will find a way to get rid of her tomorrow, and then we can get crazy." 




Vegas Gambit Ch. 01



I was thinking that things were already pretty crazy, but they didn't stop there. Jen started sliding down my body, stopping to use her teeth on my own nipples. I had not had any woman do this with me before, but Jen seemed to be into it quite a bit. She pulled hard enough I winced and almost cried out, but remembered that Jan was there and I didn't want to get into the middle of any sisterly rivalry right now. After working my nipples over, she moved down and pulled my now hard cock out of the front of my boxers, and after a cursory lick, took its full length into her mouth. She evidently knew her way around a blow job, she was doing wonderful things with her tongue. She would lick and suck, then move up and down, sucking harder then slowing and easing off. She would work the head for a bit, and then draw me all the way into her mouth. I had to admit that she certainly knew what she was doing. I had to muffle some of my own moans, I remembered my earlier concern that waking her sister would not be a good thing. 

I had been ready to blow twice already, but Jen sensed I was getting close and slowed her actions to the point that my imminent release was suppressed, much to my dismay. I was, however, delighted that her mouth action continued to keep me stimulated and who was I to complain about that. I had been letting her do all the work, but as my climax started getting closer again, I ran my fingers through her hair and stroked her face as her mouth was closed around my stiff member. I started thrusting up into her mouth as I got close and she knew I was ready. As she felt the surging of my release coming up the center of my cock, she pulled back to my head and sucked with enough force I swore she would suck me dry. She stayed there, alternately sucking and swallowing, until I was totally drained. She continued to lick and suck more slowly until I was soft and calmed down from my high. Jen moved up and whispered into my ear "Was that a good blow job or what? If you think that was good, wait until you try my pussy."  

I wasn't sure what to say. Here I was supposedly at a boring seminar, but so far had become complicit in a pick pocket scheme, had bad guys searching for the women I had offered my assistance to, and now I was getting a nocturnal BJ from one of them who did not want her sister to know what she was doing. I was still waiting for that reality show camera crew to jump out and say it all was a setup. Jen had slid off me now, giving my limp cock one last squeeze before she rolled over and returned to her spot in the middle of the bed. Soon she was sleeping and I was left here wondering just what the new day would bring. Better try to get some sleep myself, I knew I would probably need it... 

*****

I woke about 6 and saw that Jen and Jan were still sleeping soundly. I normally got up this early, but decided I could grab a couple hours extra before facing the new day. I wasn't sure what to expect, but we still had to resolve the issue of what to do about getting the women out of the hotel and back to wherever. I closed my eyes and went back to sleep for another 2 hours. 

I got up at 8, hearing the sound of the shower. Janet was still lying on the other side of the bed, so it had to be her sister taking the shower. Jan was awake, but had not moved from the bed. We were a little awkward, not knowing what the other was wearing under the covers. I had my boxers, but did not know what sleep attire Jan favored. I would need a shower myself and hoping that she would not be offended seeing me in my boxers, I got out of bed and stretched before going to take some clothes from my bag. I guess my move gave her the courage to get up herself, she emerged from the bed wearing a sheer black strapless bra and blue thong that matched the outfit she had been wearing the previous evening. I took a few seconds to check her out as she moved closer to me. I couldn't really tell if her breasts were any smaller than her sisters, but did not want to stare long enough to make comparisons. I could, however, see her nipples through the sheer fabric and saw that they were large and dark, probably very similar to those of her sister. 

Janet was less self conscious after she had gotten out of bed and came over to sit in the chair as I got my clothes together. 

"So, what do we do now?" 

I hadn't made any plans, but I figured that to get them out of the hotel, we would need some way of disguising their appearance. Jan couldn't wear her old lady outfit, but I assumed she was somewhat proficient in changing her appearance, so perhaps we could use that skill. First, however, I decided some coffee and breakfast would be a good start. I asked Jan if she wanted to get something to eat and she told me she was starving. Just as I asked what she preferred to eat, her sister emerged from the bathroom wearing a pair of my boxers. 

Jan looked at her and commented "Still showing off your tits, I see. And, why are you wearing Brian's underwear?" She looked at me suspiciously as she said this. 

"What do you want me to do? I don't have anything to wear here. I got these out of his suitcase because I had to rinse out my panties. I can give them back if he wants them." She started pulling the boxers down, but I jumped into the conversation and told her I didn't mind. I got up and taking one of my dress shirts from the closet, told her she could wear that as well until we got some clothes for her. She put it on but did not button it up. Jen looked a bit odd with my large shirt and boxers, but she had a big smile as she walked around in my clothes for the next few minutes. 

I asked Jen about breakfast, telling her I would call room service shortly. She wanted coffee, but was not picky about what she ate. Since I had told the front desk that my 'wife' was joining me here, I ordered 2 plates of bacon and eggs, some cinnamon rolls and a large pot of coffee. We could split things when it arrived. Jan wanted her chance in the shower, so went in as I waited for room service to get here with our meal. She took her clothes in with her and as the water started, Jen came over and gave me a good morning kiss and stroked my cock. I wasn't sure this was such a good idea, I did not want to be standing here with a growing boner that might be seen by her sister or the room service waiter. I told her to behave, and then sat in one of the chairs to wait my turn in the shower. Jan came out shortly, completely dressed in the clothes she had been wearing last night. I told her to expect room service and suggested that Jen stay out of sight when it arrived. I then went into the bathroom and got myself a quick, hot shower. 

I was just drying off when I heard a knock at the door and the waiter announce himself. Jan was dressed, so opened the door and gave him a tip in exchange for the meal. Jen had run into the bathroom to get out of sight and here I was naked as she checked me out. 

"Very nice." She said, looking me up and down. 

I had come in wearing my boxers from yesterday, but had forgotten to bring in any clean clothes. I wrapped a towel around myself and went out to get my clothes with Jen following me. Jan looked at her sister and said "what are you doing now?" 

"Nothing. I was just trying to stay out of sight." She said with a laugh. 

Janet just rolled her eyes, and then I picked up clean clothes and went back into the bathroom to dress. By the time I came out, the ladies had started eating and had poured me a cup of coffee. I needed the coffee, and picked up one of the cinnamon rolls to munch on. It did not take long for us to finish off all the food and coffee. Now that we were pretty much put together, even considering Jen's mismatched wardrobe, we needed to form a plan. 

We had to get the girls out of the hotel, and that would be the priority. Jen needed something to wear and we had to find a way to disguise both of them in case the bad guys had discovered who they were. 

"We can go to our place, I can get Jen some of her things and we have makeup and stuff there." Jan started. 

"I have a rental car so we can get there easily. I just hope that no one will recognize you on the way out." 

Jan said that she would just have to take her chances. Together we might look like a couple going for sightseeing so hopefully they would not be looking for a couple.  I guessed that they would only have someone at the outside entrances, probably having given up on the chance to find them inside. Also, the hotel security would be suspicious if they made themselves too noticeable. Jan was dressed for evening so I had to wear a coat although I would have preferred not to. Maybe we could look like a pair of friends who had come for the evening and ended up staying the night. I warned Jen not to let anyone in and that we would call before returning so she would know it was us. 

"Ready dear?" I asked as I took Jan's arm. 

*****

We left the room and took the elevator downstairs. There were a fair number of people milling around the main entrance, some leaving and others arriving. I made a cursory inspection of the people and the guy watching the comings and goings was not very inconspicuous. He was standing off to the side of the main entrance, looking bored and not paying a lot of attention, although I knew not to underestimate what he might be capable of. I told Janet to try to keep me between him and herself as we walked out, and he didn't even give a second look as we moved past him. It was a short walk to the parking lot to retrieve my rental car, and then Jan was directing me to their apartment. 

"How long have you lived in Las Vegas?" I asked as we drove. 

"We moved here about a month ago. I am not sure we will stay, but I like it for now." 

"Any plans for your future, assuming you don't get caught lifting wallets in one of the casinos?" I'm not sure Jan appreciated the comment, but by now, she could hardly deny what had been going on. 

"We can look for jobs, but so far we haven't found anything that is really to our liking that seems to have any future." She added. 

"What are you looking for?" I asked 

"Well, I have a degree in graphic design and Jen got hers in Political Science. Does that surprise you?" 

I had to admit that it did. Still, I should know better than to make judgments without knowing more than I did. 

We continued to make small talk as I drove. Jan told me the apartment was up ahead on the left, at the end of the block. As I drove, I was starting to look for a spot to pull over when I noticed cigarette smoke come from the passenger side of a sedan parked on the left side a few houses short of where Jan said her apartment was. The car had dark window tint and I could not see into the interior. I got a bad feeling, and without saying anything, put my hand on Jan's shoulder and pulled her down across my lap. I drove by the car and tried to get a look at the occupants out of the corner of my eye, but did not see anything. Jan was surprised by my action, but said "You can't wait until we get inside?" As she said this, she took her hand and started running it over my cock which had the expected result. She then put her lips on the quickly enlarging tool and used them to grip my shaft through the fabric of my pants. I was enjoying the feeling of her face in my lap, and I could see a good amount of cleavage down the front of her top which had fallen away from her body as she was lying there. 

"There is a car with at least one guy watching your apartment. I don't want to stop and I don't want them to see you. If they know where you live, I would guess they know what you look like as well as Jen. They certainly seem determined for just a lost wallet. How much money was in that one anyway?" 

Jan was still feeling my cock, but she stiffened as I explained the situation to her. "I didn't count, but maybe $2500." 

"That seems like a small amount for him to be this upset by. Maybe he just doesn't like having his pocket picked, but maybe there is something else. Did you notice anything in his wallet that looked out of place?" I asked 

"I didn't look at anything other than the cash. Everything else I noticed was pretty much the usual credit cards and other crap." 

We drove a few more blocks before I told Janet she could sit back up again. She protested that she did not mind lying there with her face in my lap, and she was still toying with my cock as I drove. I gave a thought to letting her continue, but right now I think we needed to come up with a better game plan. 

"We can't go to your place to get any clothes. We will have to stop at a store to get something for Jen to wear and probably something else for you as well. Which way to the nearest shopping center?" 

Jan gave me directions after grudgingly sitting back up. We parked far enough out in the lot so that we would not be disturbed in the car, but not so far out that the car would be noticed. I chose a likely looking boutique and we headed into the store. 

"Find something that doesn't look out of place for a nice casino, but is more suited for day wear. I like what you are wearing now, but it seems out of place this early in the day. We can get something for you and Jen and then maybe something to disguise your looks." 

Jan found some nice blouses that were not so formal to be out of place and then started looking at pants. I told her to pick skirts, and shorter ones at that. She looked at me suspiciously and commented "I wouldn't have taken you for a sexist." 

I answered "I want the guy watching the door to have something to look at besides your faces. Get something that is short, but not so short that he will think you too obvious." 

Jan saw what I was thinking and found a couple of skirts she thought would do the job. She tried one on, and said Jen was the same size. She picked out underwear, and I again told her to pass on the bras. She and her sister would be giving the guy something to watch all right. The final item was fashionable sunglasses for each. 

We were walking to the register to pay and Jan took some bills from her purse. One was a $100 bill, I assumed it was from her venture of last night. A thought crossed my mind, and I asked her to stop for a minute and took the bill from her hand. I gave it a close examination, and although I was not 100% certain, felt it was not genuine. If this was the case, I knew why the bad guys were after Jan and her sister. I did not want to worry Jan any more than she already was, but let her know that it might not be a good idea to try to spend these bills. If the store caught the money as bogus, we would likely be on the security tape and could expect a visit from local law enforcement. Jan found some other bills and we paid for the clothes. 

Back in the car, I told Jan she would need to alter her look a bit. She had pulled her hair into a pony tail and with the sun glasses she bought, her face would be less noticeable to anyone looking for her. I suggested she remove the bra and roll her waistband a bit to shorten the skirt. She was still wearing the evening attire, but she could put on the new clothes back in the room when we met Jen. There was no one nearby, so she slumped down in the seat a bit and, facing away from me, asked if I could unhook the bra she was wearing. I put my hands up under the back of her top and found the catch, releasing it with a quick flip of my fingers. She was impressed at my dexterity, and while my hands were under her top, I figured I might as well check out the breasts and see if they were any smaller than her sisters. I might get slapped, but by now I was curious enough I took the chance. 

As I cupped her breasts, Jan said "Well, maybe you really are just a horny guy looking for a cheap thrill." She did not, however, move my hands away and even pressed them hard into her breasts with her own. 

"So, are they any smaller than Jen's?" She asked with a grin.

"I am not sure. I have seen hers and felt yours. I can't really make a good comparison that way." 

"You've only seen hers? I would have expected her to jump you last night and give you a feel of everything. I can't believe that she behaved herself." Jan stated with skepticism. 

I didn't want to get into a situation where I was between these 2 women, so told a fib and claimed her sister was the perfect lady last night. I think Jan was still uncertain, but she did not press any further. 

I pulled her closer to me, my hands still massaging her nice tits under her top. Jan was enjoying my touch, her sighs letting me know I was doing something right. She put her left hand into my lap and found the cock she had been teasing earlier. It quickly returned to attention, and her touch was driving my own arousal forward. She pulled herself out of my grasp and sliding over, lay back down across my lap and fumbled for the zipper. She was as adept at removing my cock from within the confines of my pants as I had been at removing her bra earlier. She gave a lick or 2 around the head, then sucked it into her mouth. I was reminded of the early morning blow job her sister had given me, and I would soon be able to compare their techniques. I took a quick look around the parking lot, but we were far enough out that no one would be walking past to notice what was going on in this car. Jan had moved her mouth all the way to the root of my tool, sucking and licking her way down and then back up. At this point, I could not remember what Jen's mouth action had been like, my only memory was the feeling of her sister's tongue giving my hard tool a tongue lashing like I had never felt before. She was sucking and sliding up and down, and like her sister, she was able to sense my orgasm climbing up inside my cock, at which time she would slow and allow me to calm enough to start the climb once again. I was torn, I wanted her to keep sucking and bringing me to the brink but I also wanted to shoot my load. I know, I had been blown 8 hours earlier, but right now, I needed to feel that release. Just as I had done with Jen, I started to play with Jan's hair and thrust up to meet her face as she slurped up and down my cock. She understood what I was telling her and did not slow this time as my semen started its journey up through my shaft to blast into her hot and welcoming mouth. I could hear her moans and sighs as she continued to suck even as the shots of hot liquid were collecting in the back of her throat before she was able to swallow them all. Again, I had experienced a mind blowing if not cock blowing orgasm given to me by a beautiful woman. I was still in the latter stages of my orgasm, but realized that I had not returned the act to Jen this morning, and probably could not do the same for Jan now. I apologized for not being able to take care of her, but promised I would find the time soon. I wondered just when that time would come, I needed to make the same promise to her sister, and wondered if their rivalry would make my life with the 2 of them more complicated than it already was. Jan told me she would keep me to my promise, but agreed that we really needed to get back and sort things out for her and Jen. 

*****

Jan had removed her bra, and even though I had told her I did not know what her sister's tits felt like, I could not say whose were larger at this point. Maybe some direct comparison might help, but that would probably be more trouble than the answer was worth. She had rolled the waistband of her skirt a time or 2 and the skirt now was short enough that any male within sight would be watching her legs. Of course, if that male decided to look a bit further north, there were 2 nice tits bouncing around in the top that did not have a bra underneath to restrain them. She had the sun glasses and the pony tail, and I had no doubt we could get into the hotel without the observer noticing her face. I was right and we walked in with him leering at those bouncing titties that Jan enhanced by walking more stiff legged than she normally would have. I could almost see his tongue hanging out and I got a quick shot of his face on my phone's camera as we moved past. 




Vegas Gambit Ch. 02



We had finished with lunch and I put the tray outside the door to be picked up by the roving elves who did such things. I was thinking it was about time to get the new wardrobes fitted when there was a knock at the door. I wasn't really expecting anyone, but then thought of Jacob and the favor I had asked of him. I motioned the girls to get out of sight, and then went to answer. I opened the door a crack, and was relieved to see Jacob's smiling face waiting patiently outside. He asked to come in, commenting he did not see the bra on the knob so thought it OK to knock. I motioned him inside, and he entered carrying a small package. He set the package on the desk, telling me it was what I had asked him to get. The girls heard the conversation, and since it was friendly, felt they could come out of hiding. Jacob took a good look at them, particularly Jen who was still wearing my boxers and shirt, buttons undone. The front was closed more than it had been when we were talking earlier, but he got a good look at her large breasts each time she moved. I know it took a lot of concentration on his part to ignore each of them and to relay the info he had for me. 

"You don't know where that package came from, I was never here." He started in his best conspiracy voice. "Seriously, be careful. This is not the place to go all cowboy. You can get yourself into a lot of trouble if you are not careful." I was reminded of Stacy again when I heard his cowboy reference. I wondered what she was wearing right about now, and then stopped my mind from wandering. I had more important things to consider, and besides, I had 2 hot women who each had expressed interest in taking things a little further than the blow jobs each had offered earlier today. Well, back to the present. 

"In all seriousness, I passed your picture around to some of my contacts from this area. He is not one of the brainier, but he is part of a local gang that fancies itself as a successor to the old mob that ran Vegas 40 years ago. No connections to any of the New York or Chicago mob families, but they have high hopes. They run the corridor between LA and Vegas. They do some protection, some book making, loan sharking, rip off the odd truck carrying stereos and TV's, pretty much the usual criminal gang stuff. Don't be fooled, they are dangerous and have no qualms about taking care of anyone who might get in their way." 

Jan and Jen each looked at each other, then at me. I wanted to reassure them, but the situation was a tough one. I wanted to get them out of the hotel and hopefully, figure out a way to let them go on with their lives and put this behind them. 

I took the $100 bill I had taken from Jan this morning and giving it to Jacob, asked if he could have it looked at and verified. 

"Is it funny money?" he asked. 

"I think so, but haven't kept up with current deterrents in currency. Anyone you know might offer an opinion without calling in the cavalry?" 

"You don't really expect much from me, do you?" he laughed. 

"Yeah, I know, but right now these lovely ladies seem to be in the middle and my knight in shining armor persona has offered to help them out. You don't want me to have to admit I bit off more than I can chew do you?" 

Jacob looked at Jan and Jen sitting there with worried looks on their faces, then back at me. "I guess not. Hope it is worth it to you, though." Smiling with the last comment. 

"Just give me a call about the bill. I appreciate everything you have done. I might have to tell my employer they need to buy a few more of your products if this keeps up." 

Jacob laughed, and taking one more look at Jens tits, left and closed the door behind him. 

Once gone, they looked at each other, but I reassured them that we would find a resolution to the problem. Right now, they were safe here and I didn't think that anyone could track them to this room. Getting out probably would not be much of a problem either, considering the ease with which Jan and I had been able to go out then come back this morning. I left Jacob's package on the desk unopened, knowing it would only add to their worries. 

After a few minutes of small talk, Jen noticed the packages Jan had brought in, and asked what we had found for her. She could not wait for an answer, and started going through the bags on her own, pulling clothes from each to see if she would like our choices. Jan told her she had picked something she thought Jen would like and that she had found something similar so each could get out of the clothes they had been wearing for the past 2 days. Jen took the blouse and skirt Jan had picked for her and set them aside. She stripped off my shirt and boxers right in front of Jan and me, no concern I could see her naked. I did notice that she was not a natural blonde, but that did not bother me as I was more interested in what her naked body looked like. She was giving me a show and I was going to take advantage. Jan looked startled as her sister stripped naked, but not to be outdone, she pulled off her top and skirt as Jen was strutting her stuff for me, then after a second of hesitation, pulled down the thong she had been wearing to join her sister in total nudity. 

I took the opportunity to compare each sister's breasts, both large with dark red nipples and areola. I couldn't tell from just looking which set was larger but did not want to chance a fight by saying anything or trying to judge by feel. Still, I had to look from one to the other as each sister was showing off for me and trying to out do the other. Their faces were different and each had a different personality, but below the neck, I think I would have a hard time telling them apart. 

I expected that each would put on the clothes she had selected, but once both were naked each decided to try to outwait the other before putting away her 'charms'. I didn't want to intrude on their game, and while I continued to watch, my little friend decided to become my bigger friend. The growth of my cock was uncomfortable for me and apparent to each of the sisters. Jan started first, Guess I really can get you up pretty quick, can't I?" 

Jen jumped in, I was the one who got him up, and I am the one who knows what to do with it once I get it up." 

"Is that right. Well, I bet Brian has other ideas. Maybe we should let him decide which of us can do a better job of getting him up." Jan said, winking at me, obviously a subtle hint to remind me of her morning BJ.  

"I'm sure he won't have any trouble deciding which of us he prefers." Jen said with certainty. 

At this point, I wasn't sure where this was going. I knew that if I said anything, somehow the truth would come out and each would find out about the other's actions. This was probably something that I would end up regretting if it happened. I had to try something, but wasn't sure just where to start. "Ladies, can't we just get dressed. You each have some new clothes to try on." 

Jan responded, staring down her sister. "Not until you decide which of us you like better." She had taken her hands off her hips and started rubbing her breasts seductively. 

Jen saw what her sister was doing and moved her own hands to her breasts. She pulled her nipples until they stiffened before she started massaging her own breasts for me. 

Raising the ante, Jan moved over and forced my face into the cleft between her large breasts before I had a chance to protest. I was having a bit of trouble breathing, but I could have died a happy man at that point. I was enjoying the feel of those large tits smashed around my face when I felt another set of hands pulling my zipper down and pulling my hard cock out into the air. This was getting serious. I didn't want the attention to stop, particularly since they were both intent on bribing me but I did not want to be between them if things got ugly either. I wasn't sure of my next step, but sitting here with a face full of bare tit, another pair of hands working on my stiff cock, I decided not to do anything and just let things go where they would. 

Jan pulled away long enough for me to take a breath, then placed one of her breasts up to my mouth, indicating she wanted me to suck on it. Instinctively, my mouth opened and pulled her very hard nipple into it, grasping the firm tip with my teeth. Jan moaned with the touch, and like her sister this morning, pulled her breast away as I held the nipple in place. She pulled hard enough I had to hold on firmly lest the nipple slip from my grasp and she moaned in pain and pleasure as her tit was stretched. She used her hands to move my mouth to the other side, and then repeated the process. I would hold onto her hard nipple as she pulled back, turning her round breast into a cone with the nipple at the apex. Her nipples were becoming even redder than their natural state, and she was openly moaning with pleasure and whimpering with the pain. I pulled her closer to me as she continued to feed me her tits, and then ran my hand up the inside of her leg to the juncture of her thighs. I could feel the wetness of her pussy as I played with the lips, fingering them as I moved my hand all around the area between her trembling legs. Her pussy started humping my hand, attempting to find a position where my roaming fingers could enter. I continued to tease, not wanting her to get too comfortable just yet. 

While I had been feeding on Jan's tits, Jen had taken my cock from the confines of my pants and was now giving it a tongue bath. I had last been inside her sister's mouth, but right now, I couldn't tell by feel which of the 2 was working my rod. Jen had been very proficient first thing this morning, but Jan had not been any less capable. However, at this moment, I really did not care which of them was working my shaft, the feeling of pleasure I was getting from this mouth action was overwhelming my sense of reality. 

My fingers had found their way into Jan's pussy which was getting wetter by the second. I would push in then remove my index and middle finger as her vaginal muscles would try to clamp down on them and prevent me from pulling them out. I was enjoying the play, and I could feel her trembling beside me as I continued pulling on her nipples at the same time. I had not been doing this long when Jan exclaimed "I need your cock in me now. Fuck me!" 

Jen took her mouth off my cock long enough to respond "that will be pretty tough, especially with his cock in my mouth." 

"You little bitch..." 

I don't know how I found the coherent thought and speech at that moment, but I broke in with "Ladies! Can't we stop this bickering and just learn to share?" As soon as I had said the words, I wondered just what I was getting myself into. I guess I would soon find out. 

The sisters heeded my words and Jan stopped her actions long enough to remove my shirt. Jen followed her lead and soon I was among the ranks of the naked. 

Jan stated to her sister in a no nonsense voice "I have him first, I found him! You can have him when I am done... if there is anything left of him." 

Jen's face fell, but acquiesced to her older sister's pronouncement. Jan pulled me to the bed by my cock, and then she fell down onto the mattress and rolled over to face me, her legs spread and her knees in the air. "Put it in, I am ready now. Show me you know how to use that thing!" 

She wasn't having any preliminaries and the sucking Jen had done to my cock just a minute ago had prepared me for what I was expected to do. I climbed up onto the bed and between her spread legs, marveling at the wonder of her naked body beneath me. I would have liked to start more slowly, but right now she wanted and needed it hard and fast. I lined up my cock with her entrance, and the wetness dripping from those puffy lips served as a target for my heat seeking missile. I shoved in as hard and fast as I could, Jan whimpering and moaning as my cock bottomed out against the back of her vagina. I pulled out slowly, then reinserted just as quickly as I had the first time. I found a rhythm of pulling out slowly and then back in fast and hard. Jan was moaning and grunting with each stroke, her face contorted in pleasure. 

Jen was not sitting idly by during our action, she had moved behind me and had gripped my hips and was pushing me into her sister, then pulling back as I slid my cock out. She was cheering me on, saying "Fuck her hard! She likes it rough. Give her that stiff cock. She had taken hold of my balls as they were swinging back and forth with each stroke, massaging them gently. 

Once I had established a good rhythm with Jan, Jen came up behind me and laid across my back as I was stroking into her sister. Her crotch was against my ass, her tits pressed hard into my back with her arms holding her body to me as we moved in unison against her sister. She was talking to me with each joined stroke "Give it to her. I can feel your heart beat. I know you want to come, get that cock as deep into Jan's pussy as you can. You know you have wanted this all day." 

I was busy with my fucking, but I took a second of thought to consider what was happening. This was the first time I had been with 2 women at the same time, and the experience was intense. I also had never been the 'meat' in a naked women sandwich, and I found I liked it. Jen was tweaking my nipples as she held her arms around my chest, keeping us moving together over her sister. Jan opened her eyes and looked up at Jen's face peeking over my shoulder as we were moving back and forth, my hard cock pounding into her wet and willing pussy. 

"Hey baby sister, are you having a good time?" Jan asked.

"Not as good as I will be once I get that cock into my pussy, but right now I am doing just fine." 

Jan lifted her head and her lips found my own. She put her arms around my neck and sucked my tongue into her mouth, probing my own mouth with her tongue. We stayed like that for several minutes, not breaking our hip action as we kissed passionately. Once Jan broke the kiss, she said she wanted to be part of the train and told me to pull out for a few seconds. I moved back, Jen staying locked to my back. Jan turned over and got onto her hands and knees, I did not need any instruction on what to do here. Jen reached around my waist and taking my slippery cock, helped to guide it into her sister as I grabbed Jan's hips and shoved in hard. Jen was probing my ear with her tongue and whispered "I like it best from behind too." 

I had been pumping Jan's pussy for about 20 minutes now, and I was ready to come myself. I knew that the two blow jobs I had received earlier today had enabled me to last far longer than I would have normally, but I felt the time was coming. Jan had been moaning as we fucked, her pussy gripping my cock as my shaft moved in and out, feeling each inch of that hot, tight pussy. I picked up the pace and both sisters felt the increase in tempo. Jan was pushing back each time I stroked in and Jen was adding to my weight, making my strokes both hard and deep. Jan was moaning more and her grunts were louder as our bodies slapped together, her pussy dripping juices out from around my cock and making the sheets wet with our arousal. I could feel the beginnings of my own climax starting up my rod, and each girl knew what would happen next. I grunted that I was almost there and Jen urged me on. "Come on, Brian, she is about to come. Give it to her, let her feel that hot meat deep inside her pussy." 

Jan looked at us both and then told Jen "Make him give it to me harder. I want to feel it all the way down to my toes. I want to come so bad and so hard I won't know what day it is. Come on Jen, do it for me!" 

Jen started pushing off with her toes and our combined thrusts were driving Jen up toward the head of the bed. She was trying to push back, but we were moving her with each hard thrust. I could feel her vaginal muscles gripping my cock harder and I knew she was almost there. "Come on Jan, come for me. Come with my cock deep inside your pussy, I want to fill you up." I was saying into her ear. She pulled her head back and bucked up off the bed, almost throwing the two of us off as well. Her head came back and she screamed in pleasure, her pussy clenching my cock so hard I could not pull out if I tried. My own climax was only seconds behind, and I felt the surging of my own semen filling her wet and sloppy pussy, now sore with our joining. Jan fell onto the bed, I was on top of her and Jen was atop me. Each of us was tired and winded, even Jen had worked hard to bring her sister to orgasm. We all lay there like that for several minutes before any of us had the energy to move apart. My cock stayed inside Jan's pussy, feeling the twinges and surges of each little shudder she felt as her orgasm slowly ebbed away. 

As we regained our breath, we slipped apart and rolled away from each other, Jen announcing "My turn!" 

I didn't want to disappoint her, but I thought back to her sister's statement that she could have me second if there was anything left to have. Right now, I was thinking Jan had been right with that statement. 

Jan was lying on her stomach, not moving a bit from where she had finished up her climax. She did, however, have a peaceful, contented look on her face. I was lying between Jan and Jen, catching my breath and wondering at the ability of my rod to go that long without coming. I had enjoyed every minute, but now doubted my ability to get it up again today. Jen was lying next to me, stroking my chest with her fingers, occasionally moving down to play with my now soft cock. I could see that she wanted her turn and I knew I owed her something for this morning, but wasn't sure I would be able to perform. Still, I had to try. 

I pulled her close to me and started kissing her, slowly at first, but Jen soon had her tongue deep down my throat and was looking for more as she started sliding her body against mine. Jan watched us with a slight smile on her face, maybe secretly glad she had drained me before her sister could have a turn. I tried to will my rod to rise, but it was having none of it. Jen tried playing with it, but the last hour's effort had taken a toll. 

I knew Jen was just as horny as her sister and then I had an idea. I pulled away from the kiss long enough to whisper in her ear. "There is more than one way to take care of a pussy. Come up here and sit on my face. I am sure my tongue will make an acceptable substitute until my cock is ready for another round." I saw the smile on her face and I was totally surprised by the speed at which I found a wet, dripping pussy only inches above my mouth. Never one to let an opportunity go to waste, I pulled her to me with my hands around her ass cheeks. She drove her hungry pussy into my mouth as I started probing with my tongue. I worked the lips which were parted and ready to wrap themselves around a cock, something I expected to happen later. Her hair was neatly trimmed and did not get in my way, and soon I was moving further into her opening, Jen pulling the lips apart to allow me better access. I gave her lips a good going over, but really wanted to devote most of my time and attention to her clit, which I could see was hard and standing ready for action. I moved my face into position to suck the hard nub into my mouth then ran my tongue over it and gently gripped it with my teeth, preventing it from moving away from the sucking and licking action I was providing. Jen was moaning loudly enough I assume she might alert others on the floor what we were doing, but at this point I really did not care. She was moving her pussy around trying to get the same action to the rest of that pussy, but right now I was locked onto her clit and her moans told me I had found the magic spot. I released her ass cheeks I had been squeezing and moved my hands to her tits that were swaying as she moved herself against my relentless tongue fucking. I gripped the massive breasts and squeezed hard, taking a few seconds to pinch the nipples between thumb and forefinger. Jen jumped at the feel, but only moaned her pleasure louder and more forcefully. She had placed her own hands on top of mine and was urging me to be rougher with my hands as I squeezed and pulled at the nipples. 




Vegas Gambit Ch. 02



I was getting into this, I like eating pussy as much as fucking it and now I had done both. I was devoting all my attention to the pussy I was eating and the tits I was ravaging when I felt a new sensation. MY cock jumped at the touch of a wet tongue then a warm mouth swallowing it down. I had not noticed Jan move into position, but she was now offering a lip massage to the organ that had been buried deep within her pussy only moments before. I tried to ignore the feelings in my organ, I wanted to get Jen off as she had done to me early this morning. I didn't expect my cock to answer to reveille for quite a while, but Jan's mouth was magic and soon Willie was standing proud. I thought she might hop back on herself, but she took her sister by the shoulders and gently removed her from my face and then helped her slide back to insert my now revived tool into Jen's soaked pussy. She knew what to do once there and started jamming herself onto my rod with an amazing vigor. I took her hips and helped her jam herself down until a large breast tipped with a hard nipple hit me in the face. I was surprised but knew what to do as I searched for the nipple with my mouth alone. I found it and Jan was holding it to my face, begging me to bite it hard and make her feel the pain. I let go of Jen's hips, using my now free hands to cup the breast as I fed it to myself. I pushed and pulled the flesh, keeping the hard nipple firmly between my teeth, Jan whimpering in pain and pleasure. I pulled the other tit closer and found that they were large enough I could get both nipples into my mouth at the same time. I squished them together and bit down on the nipples as Jan writhed against me at the feel. Jen was working her pussy hard onto my cock, most of my attention had been diverted to my tit action and the pleasure Jan was apparently feeling at my rough treatment of her tits. I let them go as she moved down a bit, then she was working my mouth with her own. We kissed passionately as our tongues dueled all the time Jan's sister watched and urged us on. 

"I helped you get what you wanted, Jan. keep him hard, I want to fuck all night. I love this hard cock in my pussy. Give him your tits again." 

I was ready to see her move her tits close enough to get my mouth around them when she moved them further away and next thing I knew, she had used her teeth on my nipples, causing me to jump in surprise and pain. Jen told her sister to do it again, she felt me move deeper into her pussy as I had jumped. 

"Come on Jan, bite it again. Make him shove that hard thing deeper into me. I want to come on his hard cock. Do the other one too." 

I don't know if these women had tag teamed anyone before, but they seemed to have put away their differences for now and were cooperating to heighten each other's pleasure. 

As Jan continued to bite and pull at my nipples, I wasn't sure how well I liked the feeling. I knew each of these women was getting off on Jan's bites but I decided I would have to think about whether it was something I could learn to like or not. I think after a bit Jan was sensing my reservations, and stopped the biting and returned to sucking and licking them. This felt much better and I was getting into it more as she went on. Soon, however, she stopped her attention to my nipples and pulled back to watch her sister impaling herself on my cock as she rode me. Jen saw that Jan had pulled away from me and leaned down toward me, saying "God, do my tits. Let me feel you work them hard!" 

She had moved herself close enough to my mouth that I could easily push her breasts together and get a good grip on both nipples at once. As I took hold, Jen pulled away, stretching her breasts to the point I was worried she might tear something. She did not seem to have any such concerns, letting me pull her nipples hard as she jammed herself onto my cock, bouncing each time I reached the limit of her tit stretch. She was breathing hard through her mouth, exhaling on each forward thrust. I could see her eyes glassing over and felt her own climax was starting the climb to the top. I could feel her wet pussy growing even wetter as she moved, the sound of our union a sloshing and slurping that excited each of us. I had continued to pull at Jen's tit as she had demanded. I was lost in the feel of her tight pussy clamping down on my organ as I tried to pull her tit to its limit without hurting her. As I was lost in my effort, I suddenly felt her left tit pried from my mouth as Jan moved beside me and took the nipple into her own mouth, pulling in a different direction. Jen opened her eyes in surprise, but then shouted her pleasure. Seeing her sister sucking and biting at her tit was enough to start her on the orgasm that had been building for many minutes now. I pushed hard up into her as she started shuddering around my cock, the feeling almost indescribable. Jan still had the nipple tight between her teeth as she moved her face close to mine and tried to kiss me while keeping her sister's tit in place. I had the other one in my mouth and we were licking, sucking and pulling at each other simultaneously. Jen's thighs were trembling as she convulsed on my cock, falling forward onto my chest and causing Jan and me to lose contact with the tits we had been assaulting. Jen was trying to speak, but nothing would come out. Jan put her arms around her sister as I did the same, the three of us enjoying a group hug. We lay there like that for several minutes, none of us wanting to break the contact. 

I knew I was done for the night, maybe even the week. I couldn't remember when I had last had such an experience... Wait a minute, I never have had such an experience. I would, however, be first in line to try it again. 

We lay like that for almost 30 minutes, each holding onto the other two. Finally, although I don't think any of us wanted to get up, we all needed to get off these soaked sheets and rinse ourselves off in the shower. I was for taking turns, but Jan and Jen each wanted a group shower. I thought the shower a bit small for 3, but they each decided it would make for a more intimate setting. I wasn't sure intimate was the best thing for right now, but I was outvoted 2 to 1. We all got in at the same time, finding we had to get very close to each other to fit. The warm water felt good, and then someone was soaping up my cock. I was certain it would not rise to the occasion, and fortunately or unfortunately, I was right. Still, the sensation of a hand gliding over the soapy organ was a nice one. I wasn't even sure which girl was doing it, but it really didn't matter. We got enough soap on all 3 of us to slip and slide over each other for a good 20 minutes before deciding to end the water play and maybe rest a bit before we decided what to do for dinner. 

I was just finished drying off and had walked out of the bathroom naked when my phone rang. I took a look at the ID noting it was Jacob. I answered on the third ring and he asked "I didn't interrupt anything did I?" 

I could see the smirk on his face without being in the same room, but answered that we were just thinking about dinner. 

"I've got some information for you about the bill you gave me. You were right, it is bogus, but it is a really good one. There are those who want to know more about this, but so far I have been able to keep you out of it. I am not sure how much longer that will be true. We really need to sit down and talk." 

I knew he was right and had been thinking that same thing myself. "I agree, Jacob. How about if I meet you this evening about 9 in that service bar on the east side of the casino floor?" 

"Sounds good to me. I'll be the one with a carnation in my lapel" he joked. 

"And I'll have a rose between my teeth" I countered. 

Jan and Jen had come out of the bathroom to hear the end of the conversation and each was looking at me with a strange expression on her face. 

"Just kidding with Jacob" I answered their unasked question. "I have to go meet him later this evening. Hopefully, we will have some more answers after that." 

At this point, nothing seemed to faze the women who just shrugged their shoulders. I was thinking about the situation, I was here naked with 2 beautiful women who were also naked. My wildest fantasy could not have prepared me for this reality. At this moment, karma was good. 

None of us wanted to but we needed to dress. I put on a casual shirt and pants, the seminar a distant memory now. The sisters each put on the clothes Jan and I had bought for them this morning, I was struck by their beauty even in clothes. Both wore a nice, fashionable blouse and a short skirt. Since we had dispensed with the bra, both were letting their breasts bounce freely with each step they took. I was pretty certain that no one who stood to pee would take even a quick look at the faces when their legs and tits were on display as they were now to me. Maybe even a few who sat to pee might be included in that group. 

*****

We were all getting tired of room service meals, but for now we would have to suffer one more, I did not think it prudent to attempt to venture out and find a restaurant. I did, however, promise to buy the girls a good steak dinner when we had sorted everything out and were able to return to a more normal life. I told them that I thought we would be able to get them out of the hotel tonight without discovery. I assumed that the vigilance of earlier would be diminished or even gone. Both smiled at the thought, then Jen asked "so where do we go? You said they are watching our apartment so we can't go there. And even if they stop watching, what do we do?" 

I had known that all along, but the particulars had escaped me for the moment. She was right, even if the daily surveillance disappeared, someone would always be watching for them and they would not be safe in this city. I think we all knew this in the back of our minds, but Jen's question had brought it to the forefront. 

I really didn't have any answers so just decided to let things happen as they would. We would have to make some important decisions at some point, but right now we would do what was necessary at the moment. Right now, dinner was the first thing on our minds. We decided on Italian and a call to room service had some pasta and a bottle of red wine on the way. 

Dinner had been filling, the chef here had done a good job and we all enjoyed the meal. The wine had helped to calm nerves and as I was about the leave for my meeting with Jacob, Jan and Jen were talking about their future. I left them to their thoughts and headed down to our meet. 

Jacob was already in the bar, sitting at one of the tables with a drink in front of him. As I sat down, he commented that I had forgotten my rose. I grinned at his jab then got down to business. 

"What is the story with the bill?" I asked. 

"It is phony, but according to my contact, it is a very good one. As I told you earlier, I have been able to keep you out of things, but there are those who are very interested in this stuff and want to find the source. I think you will get drawn in pretty soon." 

I was about to answer when Stacy came over and set a jack Daniels in front of me. I had not ordered, she remembered from the other night. I took a $20 bill from my wallet and handed it to her. She thanked me and slipped it into her cleavage, not making change. She winked and then walked away, her nice ass swaying under the skirt as it had done before. 

Jacob looked at me, then back at the nicely shaped ass moving away. "How the hell do you manage Brian? You have 2 hot women stashed in your room and now you seem to have this cutie looking out for you as well. How long have you been here in Vegas, 2 days, maybe 3?" 

I had to laugh, but he was right. "I can't explain it Jacob, it is a gift. Women just seem to be attracted to me." 

"I would tell you that you are full of shit, but I can't deny the facts. Say, does this one have a sister, by the way?" 

"I don't know yet, but if she does, I will let you know." I laughed. 

The conversation took a serious turn, getting back to the matter at hand. 

"So where did you get that bill?" Jacob started. 

"I got it from Janet. She has a few of them and that is why I have needed the items I asked you to get me." I replied, only adding to the intrigue. 

"OK, so how did she manage to get these bills? 

"Well, I don't want to get her or her sister involved, but let's just say she found them in someone's pocket." More intrigue. 

"In someone's pocket? And how did she manage that?" 

I really did not want to explain the circumstances of Jan's actions, but I could see that I probably would end up doing so. "She picked his pocket. When we looked in the wallet, we found a stack of $100 bills." 

Jacob cocked his eyebrows "We???" 

"Well, it is a long story." 

Jacob answered, "I don't have to be anywhere for a while. Let's hear it." 

I started explaining how I had been sitting in this very bar and had seen what Jan and her sister were doing. I tried to be a nice guy and warn her about the problem she would face if the guy had found her and then of how she had morphed into a real person from her old lady persona in front of my eyes. I gave him a quick overview of the events since, skipping the highlights of our afternoon wrestling match. 

Jacob listened as I explained, making little sounds as things progressed, commenting that he could not believe what I had seen when Jan made her change in front of me. I promised him it was all true. 

"So now you know how things got to where we are presently. I have to figure out a way to get Jan and Jen out of the hotel then help them to find some other place to go. They certainly can't stay around here." 

"Sounds like you have a real challenge. I just hope you can get yourself out of it without too many problems. These guys aren't playing around and this is their home court. I can offer some help but I don't know how far they will go." 

"Thanks Jacob. I know I can count on you. I need a little time to try to sort things out. I understand that the counterfeit money thing will have to be addressed soon and I just want to keep the girls out of it if possible. I can take the heat from the feds if I have to, just need some idea of which way things will go. I'll discuss matters with the girls tonight and then get back to you tomorrow. Thanks again for everything." 

"No problem Bri. Watch your back." 

I returned to the room and told Jan and her sister what I had learned from Jacob. Really he had only confirmed what we already suspected, but now we knew. They had discussed their future while I was out and I got into the conversation as they went over what they had thought about. Their concern was where to go and what to do. They had been drifting from one place to another, not really concerned with a plan for their future. I think the circumstances of these past few days had given them some insight into the realities of an illegitimate career. They each had the ability to make it legally, and now the decision to try that direction was much easier to make. 

I offered that they might consider the southeast, I had some connections in my own company and the job market in Atlanta was not terrible at the moment. I offered to help them to get something going if they wanted me to. Atlanta was far enough away from Las Vegas that the chance of these guys finding them there would be pretty low. Each of them confessed that she had been thinking along those lines, but had not voiced the idea. They were grateful that I would offer to assist them and I said I would be happy to do so. 

We really did not have a fully detailed plan, but the framework was starting to come together. They knew that they would have to leave, and did not have anything of their belongings with them now. Neither had much, but what little they did have was in their apartment. Jan said that any important things that could not be easily replaced such as birth certificate and diplomas or insurance papers were in a safe deposit box in Oklahoma City where they had grown up. Against my better judgment, I agreed to help them by trying to sneak into their place to retrieve some things. Each wanted to get back some few items of jewelry, certain clothes they liked, the laptop or camera. Lots of trinkets, but things they could identify with in a new life. It was almost 10 and I said we would wait until midnight and I would go out and see what I could do. I did not want to take them, but each said I would not be able to find things on my own. I agreed, but stated bluntly that I would only take one of them. I was going to suggest Janet, but Jen said that she had been cooped up in this room for the past day and wanted to get out for a bit. Since Janet had gone with me this morning, she would go with me now. Jan did not object, so we were set. 

Jen was ready to go, and I found an Atlanta Braves hat in my bag, a souvenir of another company business trip. She put her hair up and under the hat it was tough to tell she was blonde. We were careful leaving the hotel, but I did not see anyone I recognized as being observant of those who left. Maybe the gang had given up on finding them here – hopefully, the night crew was not better at remaining covert. Our first stop was an all night department store where we could get some clothes that would be better suited for stealth. I picked out a black t-shirt, some black jeans and a black pair of athletic shoes. Jen found a black leotard, some black jeans and the same shoes in her size. Once out in the car, we changed into our new outfits. Jen removed the skirt and blouse, putting on the leotard first. She looked as though it was a second skin it was so tight. I could almost see her nipples through the thin material, even in the low light. She put on the jeans and shoes, now disappearing in the dark of the night. I changed into my own apparel and added one thing before we headed to the apartment. I had brought along the package Jacob had left for me this afternoon. I opened it and took out the contents. Jen could not see, but I put on the nylon shoulder holster first. I found the Sig, a P226N model favored by the Seals and 2 magazines to go with it. There were 2 extra boxes of shells that I returned to the box before putting it under the seat. I checked the slide action, then slammed home the magazine and pulling back the slide, chambered a round into the gun. The final step was to screw on the silencer. Jen couldn't see what I had been doing, but she knew the sound. 

I hoped that the lack of an observer at the hotel meant that they had given up on finding the girls. I did not think this likely, but hopefully, they would have given up on staking out their place. We came in a block over, parking in the lot of a large apartment complex located behind their own detached apartment. We left the car unobserved, I had removed the bulb from the overhead dome light before we exited. I had warned Jen to be quiet and to follow my lead. We stayed in the shadows and walked to the rear of their apartment. In the back, Jen lifted a potted plant and removed a key. I cringed at the thought of such careless security practices but let the thought go. I inserted the key as quietly as I could into the lock on the back door and we moved in carefully. I had not looked out front to see if there was still a car watching so we would have to do anything we needed to in darkness. 

Jen had given me a quick overview of how the place was laid out, so I knew which room was where. Our eyes were accustomed to the dark by now, so we moved slowly into the main part of the apartment. I whispered into Jen's ear to stay in the living room until I checked out the bedrooms. I moved into the first, not finding anything that appeared out of place. Just as I was ready to check the other, I heard a slap, a loud scream from Jen and the light came on in the other room. 




Vegas Gambit Ch. 02



"I knew you bitches would come back here sooner or later." A gruff voice boasted. 

I moved to the doorway to get a look at the room and see how best to rescue Jen. As I got to the threshold, I heard a click I recognized as the sound of a switchblade opening. I could hear Jen groaning softly and then the voice of the man again. 

"I am going to enjoy this. You won't be screwing with us any more." 

I looked into the room and saw one of the men who had been in the casino the other night after Jan had picked another man's pocket. He was looking down at Jen who was still stunned on the floor. I saw that he was some 15 feet away from me, nothing between us so taking him out without him seeing my approach was not going to happen. I had not wanted things to go this far, but now there was no other option. 

I stepped into the light and as he saw the movement, turned to face me. The 9 mm hollow point did what it was intended to, making a small hole in the left side of his chest and turning his heart, if indeed he had a heart, into hamburger. He fell to the floor and I went to Jen to see how she was. Jen was still groggy but moaning. I saw the blood trickling from her lip where she had been hit and picked her up and carried her to the bed. I got a wet wash cloth and used it to wipe away the blood, and then put it across her lip to try to minimize the swelling. I was trying to rouse her when the front door opened. 

"Hey Johnny, why'd you turn on the light?" The new arrival came into the room, then "What the hell???" 

One more trip into the living room and he was lying on the floor next to his buddy. Things were really getting out of hand, and I was getting in deeper. I waited for several minutes to see if there were any more who might come in to investigate what was happening, but none arrived. I went back to the bedroom and Jen had come around, complaining about the sore lip and a bad headache. 

I told her to ignore the headache, she needed to find anything we were going to take with us. When she walked into the living room following me as I left the bedroom to check the rest of the place, she gasped as she saw the bodies on the floor. 

"Are they ... dead?" She asked softly. 

"Yes. I didn't want to have to do this, but they left me no choice. Come on, let's find things and get out of here." 

Jen took a suitcase from each of the bedrooms and filled both quickly with clothes. She found some other small items and fit them inside the cases, then announced that she had gotten pretty much everything she thought they would want. I took the cases to the back door and set them beside it, telling Jen that we would need to take care of our friends before we could go back to the hotel. 

I turned out the inside light and waited 10 minutes for my eyes to readjust to the dark. I had found car keys in the pocket of the second visitor and brought the car around to the back of the apartment. I had disabled the dome light on this car too, so went to the task of getting the bodies out and into the back seat. I took a cell phone from each pocket along with each man's wallet. I was sure each had a record and would be easily identified by the local police, but no point in making it easy for them. I had Jen bring our rental around back so that we could load up her stuff and then asked her to follow me. 

I drove the car with the bodies about 10 miles away from the girl's apartment, then put the car into a parking lot of an all night bowling alley that appeared to be doing a booming business even at 2 AM. The car would not be out of place and probably remain there for some time before anyone became suspicious enough to look inside. I wiped down anything I had touched and once done with the task, joined Jen and we drove back to the hotel. 

***** 

Jen had taken off the black jeans and put on her short skirt along with the blouse. She left the leotard on under the blouse, minimizing the all black look we had going earlier. No one took notice of us as we entered the hotel although there were quite a few people milling about. I saw no sign of anyone watching and felt confident that there would not be any in the future. In the room, Jan immediately saw the fat lip and bruise Jen had on her face. 

"What happened? Are you alright?" 

Jen had been strong throughout our foray but now broke down with some sobs as Jan hugged her. "It was terrible. There was a guy waiting and he hit me. I don't remember much but Brian shot him then he had to shoot his partner. I've never seen a dead body." 

Jan's eyes got big. I had removed the holster, but it and the pistol were repacked in the box they arrived in and I had come back with it under my arm. I looked at Jan's questioning face, "It couldn't be helped. I took care of them. The police will find them sometime soon, but there is no connection to any of us." I suggested Jan get ice to put on Jen's lip and she went down the hall to find some. Jen was still sniffling and I replaced her sister and hugged her to comfort her. She slowed her tears then stopped as I offered her a tissue to dry her eyes. 

Jan returned with the ice and she wrapped some in a damp wash cloth and gave it to her sister to hold on the lip. I wasn't sure what our next step would be, but I was starting to get some ideas. I decided to sleep on them and hopefully by tomorrow they would crystallize sufficiently to come up with a coherent plan. 

We were all tired after the events of the day and stripped down to our underwear to head for bed. Jan did not have any problems undressing in front of me that she had shown the night before and we were all soon in underwear and in bed. Each of the women wanted comfort from me, so I found myself sleeping in the middle. Each slid close to me and put arms around my neck and chest. The feel of 2 warm and nearly naked female bodies with me in bed was new to me, but one I could easily get used to. I had an arm around each and before much longer we were all sleeping. 

I was awakened by the feel of a warm body climbing onto mine, dejaVu all over again. I had to think for a second to remember which sister had been on which side last night, but remembered that it was Jen on that side. She was again atop me, again about 4:30 AM and whispering in my ear. 

"I need you to hold me. I am afraid." 

I put my arms around her and held her close. I could feel her shivering in my arms and knew it was not due to the cool temperature in the room. I had found myself in a similar condition the first time I had to shoot someone and knew what she must be dealing with. I rubbed her back and shoulders attempting to soothe her. 

"How much longer is this going to go on? I just want to get out of here and start over." She whispered. 

"I don't know for sure, but I hope I can resolve things soon. I know it is hard on you and Jan, but I'll keep you safe." I hoped I was not overstating my ability with that last statement, but now it calmed Jen a little. She snuggled closer to me, rubbing her breasts into my chest as she did so. I started to feel a twinge in my boxers, wondering if Jen really had been distressed or if this was just a ploy to get some action out of me. I wasn't sure, but as she snuggled herself into me I swore I felt her crotch push into my own a bit harder. Since that twinge had become actual growth I couldn't be sure, but as she continued to move across me I was pretty certain that whatever her earlier motivation had been, she had something else on her mind right now. The small squirming movements she started with had progressed to full on rubbing her pussy across my rapidly swelling cock. She had pushed up with her arms so that she could move her pelvis more easily across me and this allowed her tits to slide across my chest and also caused her nipples to stiffen against me. I took her tits into my hands, rubbing and massaging them as she slid across my shaft. I knew she like them squeezed hard and was doing my best to accommodate. Jen stopped her movements long enough to remove her panties and my boxers and returned to her task which now included trying to put her tongue down my throat. We were kissing passionately as my cock had grown to full size with her pussy rubbing and lubricating it as her passion grew. Jen stopped rubbing long enough to raise herself and insert my cock into a hot and wet pussy. She lay back down on top of me and we continued kissing and holding each other, my cock held firmly in place inside her tight vault. We continued like that for some minutes, my cock regularly twitching as it felt Jen's pussy muscles contract each time she felt one of those twitches. I wondered just how long we could stay here like this each enjoying the feeling of the other without getting more active. That question was quickly answered by Jen as she started moving her pussy in small circles and allowing my trapped cock to move with her. It was sliding around inside and the feeling it gave me was making me glad I was up this early.  

Jen was still being slow and deliberate, I wondered if she was concerned her sister might wake. That was not a concern yesterday but sometimes I could not fathom what drove the rivalry between siblings. Maybe this was just something to take her mind off events that had gotten beyond her control. Jan was lying a few inches away from me and as far as I could tell, she was still sleeping. Jen whispered in my ear to move further away from her sister, I assume to ensure that our actions would not disturb her. I slowly slid to my right and Jen stayed atop me as we put more distance between us and Jan. I stayed inside Jen as we moved and she seemed to find the whole moving thing humorous. She giggled as I slid us over, each movement bringing new sensations to my cock inside her pussy. Soon I had put about 3 feet between us and Jen judged that sufficient to allow her to raise herself up and start sliding up and down on my rod. The mattress was firm enough that her actions did not seem to affect Jan still sleeping beside us, so I forgot any concerns I had about her waking up and concentrated on thrusting my cock into the pussy that was riding it. I had heard a few low moans from Jen, but she was aware of her sounds and made an effort to still any noises she was making. 

Jen was sliding back and forth, giving my cock a good workout with each movement. I was becoming lost in the feelings, the sensations I was experiencing were soon to bring me to climax. I had used my free hands to give her tits another hard massage, pulling and pinching the nipples to the point that they were standing as tall and firm as they could get. I knew Jen loved the feeling and try as she might, a few low sighs and moans were escaping her lips as I worked her flesh. I was thrusting back as she moved herself onto me and we had found a good rhythm. I was concentrating on the feeling when I was almost suffocated by a warm pussy settling itself on my face. I heard Jan's voice speaking to her sister. 

"Did you think you were the only one who needed some personal attention to her pussy? Did you think you could have a good fuck without me waking up?" 

I was ready for the fireworks but they did not come. Both sisters laughed as they kept moving in place, Jen on my cock and Jan encouraging my tongue to find a place to work its magic. Inwardly I breathed a sigh of relief, I would not have wanted to referee a real battle between them. Maybe they just had the need to compete, but they seemed to get along well enough to overcome any issues I had seen. 

Jen's pussy on my cock had me on the verge of my own orgasm, but as I took the time to explore her sister's pussy with my tongue, my excitement abated some and I was able to devote time and attention to Jan without losing focus due to factors beyond my control. Jen had not even slowed down at Jan's comment and the women both got into their own comfort zone. 

My own concentration was divided, thrusting back into Jen's pussy as she slid herself onto me and at the same time, searching out Jan's hard clit to get her up to Jen's state of arousal. I wanted to see if I could get them both coming at the same time, something that excited me but would also present a real challenge. I found the clit I was looking for and sucked it into my mouth. Jan liked the feel and was moaning her pleasure. I remembered from yesterday that she enjoyed the feel of my teeth on her nipples, almost to the point of serious pain. I knew her clit was probably much more sensitive than her nipples and did not want to cause any real pain, but grabbed it with my teeth and pulled it away from her body as I ravished it with my tongue. She was not ready for the new sensation and howled with the unexpected feeling. I let go fearing I had hurt her, but she put both hands behind my head and forcefully pulled me back into her wet pussy with the demand to do it again. I am not one to ignore such requests, so found the nub again and using my teeth, pulled it again. She was alternately squealing and exhaling hard, I almost expected her to hyperventilate. She was bouncing on my face and somehow was in sync with the movements of her sister on my cock. I could hear each of them moaning their pleasure and knew each was close. I still was hoping to bring them off at the same time, and thought it was possibly more likely now. 

Jen was having no problem jamming herself onto my cock and by the way she was gripping my cock with her vaginal muscles, I knew she was getting close. My own orgasm was not far and Jan was the one I expected to be the more difficult. I took my hands and pulled her forcefully onto my face, grabbing her ass cheeks to push her pussy into me. I directed all my effort to her hard clit, sucking, licking and biting. I could hear moans, but by now Jan and Jen were each moaning a duet with individual parts unidentifiable. I felt Jen start to slow and tremble, knowing she had gotten there first. Her pussy grabbed at my cock and held it in place as she stiffened and stopped moving, now screaming her delight. I sucked Jan's clit into my mouth with as much pressure as I could, furiously rubbing it with my tongue as I held it immobile in my teeth. I could feel her start her own shuddering and bit down one last time to send her into her own moment of orgasmic bliss. I had not even realized that my own cock was busily spurting its contents into Jen's spasming pussy, my attention to her sister's climax diverting all thoughts and feelings from my own release. Jen slumped forward, holding onto Jan's back. Jan sat in place, trembling and shaking from her climax and unable to move or even speak. I thought about my life before meeting these 2 women and what it would be like after we parted ways. This was one strange week and it was only half over. If not for the problems we faced with the criminal element here, I could get used to this. 

Jan and Jen found the strength to move off me and each lay down beside me again. Jen had her breasts crushed against my arm and shoulder, smiling as she kissed my cheek. Jan then told me "I don't know exactly what you did with your teeth, but damn it felt good. Now my clit is sore and I expect you to kiss it and make me feel better." Jen lifted her head at hearing that and wondered what I had done to Jan. she also wondered if it was something she might like. Jan just giggled and said maybe she would tell her about it later, but now she wanted to get back to sleep. Yesterday had been a long one and I felt today would not be any different. I put my arms around each woman once again and they were soon sleeping snuggled up against me. I realized I was damn lucky at this moment. 

*****

We did not wake until after 9, the early morning encounter had taken a toll of our energy. This morning I was less concerned about the future, some of the things I had been worrying over had crystallized in my mind and a plan was starting to gel. The girls insisted on another group shower, so we crowded in and spent a pleasant half hour soaping, slipping and sliding over each other. Once finished with the soap fest, we were going to head down to the restaurant for a late breakfast. I felt confident that the danger of anyone actively searching for the sisters in this hotel was pretty low. Jen and I had come and gone last night with no sign of anyone checking the guests as they exited the place, so I decided to get us out of the room for a bit. 

I did decide, however, that prudence dictated we maintain a low profile and to that end, the girls would have to minimize their looks. Not an easy task for sure, but I wasn't expecting them to don guises as Jan had done the other night. Just dressing down a bit and not drawing any undue attention to themselves would be enough. I was elected to make a quick trip to the car with specific instruction about exactly what to bring back. Each girl had her own thoughts about what wardrobe item would suit her and I had to find and retrieve those items from the car trunk. 

I went to each suitcase in turn and found then returned with the aforementioned items. Sad to say, each of them would be wearing a bra. It was almost painful seeing those beautiful breasts put away for the time being. I was confident I would see them again, but still... 

Jen had opted for a skirt, but a sensible one that was knee length. She wore the blouse Jan had bought for her yesterday, but this time with the bra, she looked more like a young professional than a hot beauty, though the beauty part still shone through in a muted way. Jan wore pants! They were nicely cut and fit her well, not tight but still tailored to show off her ass nicely. She also wore a conservative blouse with the bra and the three of us looked like colleagues who had come into the casino for a nice day of entertainment. Just the look I was going for. I was still cautious, but we enjoyed a leisurely brunch out of the room and did not experience any problems. 

Back in the room, I started to put my plan into effect. I took the wallets I had liberated from the gangsters last night and looked through them. I did not find anything I found interesting, but between them there was almost $300 which I took and gave to Jen saying it was to help make up for the fat lip she had received. The ice had taken the swelling down and some artful makeup had covered the rest. She laughed, her spirit was resilient, apparently not overly bothered by the events of the past days. Maybe it was my personal comfort I provided last night... yeah right. 

The wallets would find their way into an out of the way dumpster sometime later today. I looked at each cell phone I had taken along with the wallets. Looking through the list of contacts, I saw one listing for 'Vinnie G' and 'Vinnie' on the other. The number had been called a dozen times between them yesterday and each had received the same number of calls from him. I assumed he was the boss, or if not, someone taking charge of their actions. 

I called Jacob and ran a few ideas past him, the plan coming together as we spoke. Jan and Jen were much more relaxed today, even though we would be spending much of the day here in the room again. I think they sensed things coming to an end and were ready to move on, even if they did not know what direction that would take. After I finished the call with Jacob, I put the first step of the plan into motion. 

I took one of the cell phones and pushed the button to contact Vinnie. After a few rings, he picked up. 

"Hey Johnny, where the hell are you?" 

I responded "this isn't Johnny." 

"Who the hell is this??" came the shouted response. 

"You don't need to know who this is. We need to meet and sort things out." 

"What the fuck are you talking about? Who the hell is this?" 

"Like I said, you don't need to know who I am. Be on the casino floor of the Excalibur at 3 this afternoon. Be between the roulette tables and the slots. I will find you." 




Vegas Gambit Ch. 03



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*****

I walked off the cool airplane into the 100 degree heat of the Jetway that had been sitting in the desert sun all day. 80 feet later and I walked into the air conditioned comfort of McCarran International Airport in Las Vegas. I had last been here about 4 months ago to attend a seminar and conference on corporate security. Things had happened during that time that got me involved in various incidents of intrigue. This particular visit was, however, due to an engraved invitation I received, in the form of a subpoena for Grand Jury testimony. 

Some of the intrigue I had been involved with had to do with elements of the local mob and counterfeit currency. I had been informed that my testimony would be relating to the mob activities, but a little birdie had told me the Secret Service also wanted to speak to me about the funny money. I had not tried to hide my involvement with either matter, but did not go to great lengths to bring matters to law enforcement's attention. 

I got the rental car and took the drive to the strip. I had reservations to stay in the Excalibur hotel and casino, and although it was a bit pricey, I had stayed there before and it just seemed like the right place to stay. I checked in and took a walk to the bar to sit and sort out my next few days and what I could expect. Force of habit took me to the small service bar off the casino floor. I liked the privacy since not many frequented this bar. Most of the customers were gamblers who wanted to take a short respite from their losses, but few stayed more than the time needed to down a quick drink. I was sitting and remembering the last visit when a glass was set in front of me. 

"Long time no see, cowboy." I recognized the voice without looking, but took a moment to face the speaker before I responded 

"HI Stacy. Yeah, it has been a few months hasn't it." She had remembered my preference and the jack Daniels I prefer was sitting inn front of me. I took the $20 I usually gave her and it disappeared into her cleavage as she had taken to doing when I paid for my drink. She winked at me but did not offer any more reward than the view of her cleavage as the bill disappeared. She thanked me and went back to her duties. I sipped the drink as I thought back to the events that had preceded my visit to Vegas. 

I remembered the pick pocketing and the resulting danger to Jan and her sister Jen. Things had gotten out of hand and I ended up shooting 2 mobsters who had threatened them. I set up the boss and hopefully he had been arrested for his part in a counterfeiting ring. I had helped the sisters to get out of town, and now they were living with me in my house in Atlanta. 

The girls had each found a home in the new jobs they were working. Both had decided that legitimate employment was preferable to the life of drifting and working schemes to keep themselves afloat. Not to say they were career criminals, but their attempt to become a pick pocket team ended without much success. 

I thought back to the life I had left in Atlanta this morning. I was head of corporate security for an Insurance company and my life was busy, but now with 2 young, attractive women living with me, life had become more comfortable. I wasn't sure just why, but having someone else in the house to talk to, to eat meals with, to know that there was someone there to commiserate with gave me a feeling of belonging. I knew the sisters would not stay forever and we each had our own lives to live, but for now we all were complacent with the current situation. I had not connected with any of the women I had known before inviting the girls to move in with me and neither of them had found a romantic interest in that time either. We did not do everything together, but sometimes the 3 of us would go out, I might take Jen to the movies or Jan to the ball game. We were all happy with our lives the way they were. 

*****



I finished 2 more drinks before calling it a night about 11. I went upstairs to my room, and upon entering, felt something was different. I checked out the room carefully as my suspicions were confirmed. There was a message written on the mirror behind the writing desk in red magic marker. "Your a dead man!" 

I was getting pissed by now. If it wasn't so annoying, I might think it funny. This was the last thing the loud mouthed gangster had told me when I warned him away from the girls. He was not the most intelligent of people, and now this threat was another indication of his lack of judgment. I almost took the opportunity to correct his spelling error. I didn't think they would be stupid enough to do something here in the hotel with people around, but past actions had shown they did not think things through very carefully before acting. I looked further and even though it was where I had left it, I could tell someone had been in my suitcase. There was nothing in it of value but who knows why they might open it. Maybe a rattle snake would come slithering out when I opened it, that would be the kind of ridiculous play I could expect. 

I carefully opened the bag, not sure a bomb would be there. After some careful perusal, I detected nothing unusual, so assumed they had just searched the bag. I called the front desk and told the clerk that something had come up and I would be leaving. I asked him to get everything together so that I could check out in a few minutes when I came down. He said he would, then just as I was about to hang up, he remembered that a package had been delivered to the desk for me. I had been expecting this, but in the excitement I had forgotten about it. "Can you have someone bring it up, please?" I asked. 

"Of course. I will have the bellman bring it right to your room." 

5 minutes later and there was a knock at the door. I took the package from the young man and offered $5 as a gratuity. Closing the door, I thanked FedEx for being prompt. I had not expected problems, but knew I should be prepared just in case. To cover that eventuality, I had sent myself a package containing my Sig Sauer P226N pistol. I was licensed to carry it in Georgia, but probably not here. I had needed one before and a friend in town for the seminar had supplied it. This was my personal carry gun and I was glad to have it now. I put it on with the shoulder holster that was also in the FedEx box. I felt more comfortable now and took my suitcase and left to check out. I wasn't really afraid of the threat, but did not want to stay here in case things got too crazy. I knew from the past that the gangsters had at least one person inside this hotel, so being away from scrutiny was best. 

I checked out and headed to the parking lot and my rental. As I was walking, I noticed a young woman ahead of me, and then recognized her as Stacy, the cocktail waitress from upstairs. I called out to her, intending to thank her for her service earlier this evening. 

Stacy stopped as I called her name, then looked back to me and smiled a greeting. 

"Hey cowboy! Leaving so soon?" she asked, seeing the suitcase in my hand. 

"Yeah, got a couple of issues I have to take care of and I won't be able to do that here." I didn't want to explain the exact reasons and get yet another person involved. My rental was in the next row and Stacy said employee parking was 2 rows beyond that. As I neared my rental, the light in the lot illuminated the car, its dark paint covered by a thin sheen of dust. Dust everywhere, except for the handprint near the bottom of the driver's door. I had seen that kind of thing before, and noted that events were getting out of hand quickly. I had no doubt that there was an explosive device of some sort affixed to my car below the driver's seat. I did not want to deal with the police at this moment, but could not drive the car and did not want to just leave it with a bomb underneath. 

"Stacy, can you do me a really big favor?" I asked. 

"Sure, I guess. What do you need?" 

"Can you go back into the hotel, and call the police. Use a hotel phone and don't use your name, I don't want you to get involved. Tell them that you saw 2 men tampering with a car in the lot. Tell them where my rental is and give them the license number. That should be enough." 

Stacy looked at me like I had 3 heads. "Why do you want me to do that?" she asked with some uncertainty. 

I was sure I had already asked too much of her and did not want to explain, but felt I had to. 

"I think that someone put a bomb under the car." 

"Oh my God, why would they do that? Is it dangerous?" 

"I think I pissed off the wrong people last time I was in town. I am sure it is dangerous, I don't want to leave it here for any passerby to set off unintentionally. I can't really say more now, but please can you make the call?" 

"How can you be sure there is a bomb?" 

I didn't really want to get into this any further, but it was too late now. One more person I would have to worry about. "I found a message in my room threatening me. I am not too worried about myself, but I don't want others to get caught up in things. I can see a handprint on the side of the car where someone held on as he attached something under the seat. I've worked with the police enough to recognize these signs." 

Stacy looked a bit frightened but as I pointed out the mark on the car door, she could see I wasn't just making things up. 

"I'll go make the call. What are you going to do?" 

"I will stay close enough to the car to warn away anyone who might get too near." I told her. 

Stacy turned and walked back into the Excalibur, looking back over her shoulder as she walked. I waited a few cars away from mine, but there were no other people nearby at this late hour. Stacy came back out about 10 minutes after she had gone in, saying she had complied with my request, and that the police had been notified. 

I didn't really want to be here when the police arrived, although it would not take them long to trace the car to me. I also did not think the chance of someone else getting too close to the car likely, so decided to move away. Stacy asked where I was going to go, so I answered I would find a cab and get another room. She offered to drop me if I wanted, no need to look for a cab at this hour. 

I was torn, but the thought of waiting around for a cab to arrive while the police might be looking for witnesses made my decision for me. 

"OK, lead on. I hope I won't be imposing on you to drop me at another place this late." 

"Not a big deal, I have to pass by a dozen hotels on my way home. Let's get going, my car is over here." 

We started walking toward the row where her car was parked when a man came out from behind a truck and confronted Stacy. "So, I see you are picking them up in the lot now. Can't even wait until they check in." 

The guy was pretty big and had a rough look to him. I assume he saw my bag, that providing the impetus for his comment to Stacy. I was going to say something to him when Stacy spoke up. 

"Duane, get the hell out of here. You know you are not allowed to come close to me. Go home and sleep it off!" 

Apparently, Stacy knew him, and from the sound of her words, I assume she had a restraining order against him. 

"I ain't afraid of no order. I can see you whenever I want. Still a tramp, just like always." He spit out the words. 

This time, I set my bag down and took a step toward him. "I think the lady asked you to leave." 

He turned toward me and growled "I'm talking to her. Get the hell out of here." 

I was going to say something else, when the beer bottle came up over his head in an arc and down toward me. I had not noticed it before, and just barely started to pull back when the bottle hit me a glancing blow on the side of my forehead. I saw stars, and then training and instinct kicked in... and rage. His swing had carried him past me and now he was facing partly away, the arm and bottle low after the swing. I grabbed his right arm, twisting it behind him and up, forcing him to drop the bottle. Just as the bottle hit the ground, I heard the crack of bones breaking, his wrist now useless. Duane screamed in pain, then I jerked him around, and my right arm came up toward his face. I was going to use the base of my palm on the underside of his chin, but at the last second, reason overcame rage and I pulled the punch, not hitting him with full force. As it was, he slumped onto the ground, moaning as he lay there. Had I not pulled the punch, his neck would have snapped back, likely broken, and he would be another to add to my list of dead bodies here in Las Vegas. 

Stacy stepped over him and looked at my face. "You're bleeding. Do you have something to stop the blood?" 

I had a handkerchief and took it out to hold onto my forehead. Stacy took me by the arm and directed me to her car. I got in and then she went back for my bag. I felt bad, both from the crack on the head and because I should have seen it coming earlier. My mind had been preoccupied and I knew better than to not be aware of all my surroundings. We were pulling out of the lot just as 2 police cars came by heading for the area where my rental was sitting. Stacy kept driving for a few minutes, I wasn't even paying attention to where we were going. After some time, I noticed that she was no longer in an area that contained hotels, and asked where we were headed. 

"I'm taking you to my place. I feel bad that you got hurt when my drunken ex-husband came around." 

I didn't want to pry, but asked "sounds like he does that more often than he should." 

"I had to get a restraining order against him. He gets drunk every few months and thinks he can come by and push me around like he used to. I would call the police when it happened, but he would just end up in county for 10 days and nothing ever changed. Now I just try to stay out of his way as best I can." 

I didn't really know what to say, the whole situation sounded like something was wrong with the system. I couldn't fix it and Stacy looked like she was capable of handling herself, so I said nothing more. 

We arrived at a small townhouse in a nice neighborhood after a few more minutes of driving. I got out and Stacy came over to help, although by now I was feeling better, except for the pounding in my head. She took keys from her bag and after opening the door, led me inside. The place was small, but tidy and very nicely decorated. The walls had pictures and various hangings, there were placemats and napkin holders on the table in the combination dining room and kitchen, and I could see Stacy had done a fine job of furnishing her home. 

Stacy led me to the single bedroom and told me to sit down in the chair in front of a computer desk. She went to the bathroom, returning with a wet cloth to put on my head. She bent down to inspect the cut on my forehead, and I got a close up view of her cleavage right in front of my eyes. The bleeding had stopped, but she took some time to clean the dried remnants from me before she finished. Her place was open and airy, although somewhat small. I was checking things out, but really did not want to appear too curious. 

Stacy took the cloth back to the bathroom and washed it out, hanging it on the shower rod to dry. She came back and asked "How are you feeling now? I feel so bad you got caught up between me and my ex." 

"I am fine now. I have a pretty hard head. This isn't the first time I have had my skull cracked." 

"Just relax. You can stay here tonight." 

I protested that I could get a room. "You don't have to do this. I don't want to put you out." 

Stacy responded "I have the room, I have made up my mind, and Stacy's taxi is out of service for the night. Just accept that you will be staying, cowboy." 

I guess she told me. 

Stacy had been picking up things around the room as she had talked. She stopped long enough to unzip the dress she was wearing, and then pulled it off over her head. She put it into a clothes hamper in her closet before returning to her tidying up. She was now wearing a low-cut push-up bra and a pair of thong panties. After more tidying, she reached behind her back and unhooked the bra. 

"Damn, it feels good to be out of that thing." She commented. 

I was getting a show and would do my best to enjoy it. I was now treated to a full view of her chocolate brown nipples, the last time had just been a tease. I was surprised at her nonchalance at getting undressed in front of me. She had continued with her task, almost as though embarrassed that I would not find her housekeeping up to Martha Stewart's standards. Next came the thong. She pulled it off and it too went into the hamper. 

"That's another thing I hate to have to wear. Those strips up my butt crack annoy the hell out of me." 

I was looking, but just had to ask "then why wear one?" 

"Heaven forbid if someone in the casino saw a panty line. I know the whole outfit is intended to get people to drink and in turn to get a bigger tip, but the routine is starting to get old. Joe tourist comes into the bar right after he calls home and says good night to wife and kiddies. Now he is on the prowl and thinks all the waitresses and show girls are just waiting to line up at his door to jump into bed with him. A little wink or maybe a comment about how manly he is will be all it will take. What a load of crap!" 

I hadn't thought much about it, but the story sounded pretty accurate from what I knew. "Why do you stay there?" 

"The money is pretty good, and I don't have to kill myself to make a living. I am planning to get out soon, but for now I just put on a smile and keep working." 

Stacy had been naked the entire time we spoke, she finally finished neatening up her room. Once done, she put on a short robe before continuing. 

I am a student at UNLV during the days, I hope to finish next semester. I am studying Criminal Justice and want to go into law enforcement." 

"That is a coincidence. I got my degree in criminal Justice. I was in The Army CID for about 10 years before getting into corporate security." I offered. 

"Really, which do you like better? Is the Army a good choice? What about local police departments?" 

"I liked the Army, but it was kind of restrictive for me. I wanted something different, so went into this job. There is a lot happening in each side, you just have to see what looks best for you." 

"Was your job anything like the NCIS I see on TV?" 

I had to laugh. "Not quite so exciting and glamorous. Mostly it just involves catching small time thieves and keeping crime on Army bases to a minimum. There are a few bright spots, but mostly it is routine stuff. I will give you my number before I leave and you can call me if you have any questions. I have some contacts and maybe I can get you in the door for an interview." 

"That would be great. I won't let you forget." 

Our talk had slowed and Stacy said it was time for her to get to sleep. She had the day off tomorrow, but still wanted to keep to her normal routine. I offered to sleep in the living room, but she only had a couple of wing back chairs and she refused to let me even try to sleep there. 

"There is plenty of room in my bed. I won't bite and I don't snore. Get in and that is the end of it!" 

I guess she told me again. I stripped down to my boxers and Stacy hung up the robe, getting into bed naked. She turned out the light and soon I heard her breathing slow and become regular as she fell into sleep. I soon did the same. 

*****

When I awoke the next morning, I could see light coming in around the drapes, morning was half over by now. I was spooned up against a naked woman's body, and the thought of last night with Janet came back to me. I had my arm over her waist and was holding her left breast in my hand, gently massaging it, the nipple hardening at my touch. Odd, for some reason this breast feels smaller than it used to. Suddenly, I remembered where I was and who had been in the bed with me before I went to sleep. I had slept with Janet the night before I came to Las Vegas and I was remembering that morning, lying in this same position and teasing her awake by playing with her breast. Now, I had remembered the event by transferring it to Stacy, someone I was not sure would appreciate my efforts. 




Vegas Gambit Ch. 03



I stopped my movements, and then slowly started to remove my hand. I was trying to move away from her without waking her, but she turned her head as I pulled away. 

"Why'd you stop, cowboy? I think that is a great way to wake up." Stacy said. She then reached back and taking my hand, placed it where it had been before. 

I again started to rub the warm flesh of her breast, this time giving more attention to the nipple that had remained hard. Stacy sighed in response to the attention, moving her bare ass against my crotch, causing my cock to start the journey to attention. I had been partially erect when I had not known the breast I fondled was Stacy's so my tool did not have far to go. Stacy reached behind herself and caught the waistband of my boxers in her fingers. 

"You know, things could get a lot more interesting if you took these off, cowboy." 

Stacy was nothing if not direct. I rolled away from her long enough to remove my boxers then slid back into the position I had just vacated, my cock resting between her warm ass cheeks. I again took hold of her breast, pulling her closer to me and nuzzling my lips into the back of her neck. Stacy moaned as I did this, pressing my hand hard into her breast. She turned her head back to me and I reached forward to kiss her as her lips came into view. 

I could not reach her lips easily, and we were only able to brush them lightly together, but that only meant we had to work harder to maintain the kiss. Our tongues danced outside our mouths, each of us fighting for the contact. I had been working her breast with my hand, but now let it go long enough to roll her over toward me until we were face to face. Now we could continue our kissing without the effort, but the pleasure remained. 

I pulled Stacy hard against me, her breasts crushed against my chest and my cock now pressing into her stomach, crushed between our crotches. I was squeezing her ass cheeks as I used the lower part of her body to pull her pussy against my stiff rod. Stacy was moaning as the movement of my cock against her pussy was getting her hot and wet. 

Stacy reached between us and grabbing my cock, started squeezing and pulling on it. "I'm glad to see you didn't suffer any ill effects to this guy from last night." 

MY cock was twitching in her grasp, and I was more interested in what she was doing now than reliving the past. 

"I told you last night that I have a hard head. I just wasn't thinking about this head at the time, now, however, I think you've made this head just as hard." I joked. 

Stacy smiled at the comment, "I like them nice and hard! This one is just about ready." 

Stacy moved back from me enough to rub my head over her lips which were quickly becoming wet and engorged. She would slide the head into the opening of her pussy a bit, but not far enough to allow me to penetrate. She started at the bottom and worked her way to the top, spending some extra time using my cock head to tease her clit. I was getting turned on, but she was the one in charge right now, so I just lay back and enjoyed the action. 

Stacy worked like this for several minutes before turning me over onto my back and straddling my hips. "You are the cowboy, but I am the one going for a ride!" she announced. With that, she guided my hard cock into the opening it had been teasing for the past few minutes, but this time after holding it between the lips, she dropped her entire weight onto my shaft and my cock was swallowed up to my balls in a second. Stacy groaned at the feel, her eyes closing as she felt the sensation of my cock filling her pussy. She looked down at me and then said "Feel like getting ridden hard?" I guarantee that you have never had it like this before!" 

I have been with a fair number of women, but right now, I could not remember any who had been so forceful or determined. The feeling of her pussy sitting on my cock was great, and the anticipation of what was to come was only adding to my arousal. "Give me all you've got, you only live once!" 

Stacy smiled seductively as she looked into my eyes. "I was hoping you'd say something like that." She started sliding her pussy over my cock, slowly at first. She would use her vaginal muscles to grip me as she moved. She was starting to lengthen her slide as she continued, her muscles gripping me trying to pull me further into that wet pussy. As she was working my cock, I reached up and fondled her breasts. I paid attention to the nipples I had seen several months earlier and again last night. I was reminded of my thought about their taste and decided now was as good a time as any to find out. 

I had the nipples in my fingers, tweaking them to hard points as Stacy concentrated on the action between her pussy and my cock. 

"I wondered what these might taste like the first time I saw them." I mentioned to Stacy. 

She bent down, a smile on her face. "One way to find out." She continued her movements on my cock, never a pause or slow down. I guided the right nipple into my mouth, pulling on the hard nub as I got a good grip on it with my lips. Stacy seemed to like the added sensation, her pussy muscles quivered in response to my sucking. Still, she did not slow and even picked up her tempo a bit. I wasn't sure how to describe the taste, but told Stacy "these taste like more!" With that, I moved from the right to the left and again she jumped a bit as I got a good grip on the nipple, this time using my teeth to hold on. Stacy giggled at my description and urged me to take as much time as I liked to enjoy them. 

After a few more minutes of tit action, Stacy pulled them away from me, much to my own disappointment. She had other ideas, however, and stopped sliding her pussy over my cock. Stopping for a minute to reposition herself, she was now directly over my cock, and she started raising herself straight up, then dropping back onto my shaft with her full weight each time. I could see the muscles of her thighs tensing, and then quivering as she would hold herself over my cock for a second before dropping back down. Her legs were hard and well shaped, almost like a dancer. I could tell that she was enjoying her action and that she would not tire for some time. Her movements onto my cock felt as though I was pounding into her as hard as I could, and now I understood what it meant for the woman to be in control. Stacy was watching my reaction, smiling as I was enjoying her efforts. I could see the fire in her eyes as well as the determination on her face. She was going to use me to get herself off and I would be carried along, almost as if my own pleasure was a necessary part of her production. I vowed to put as much into my own efforts as Stacy was putting into hers, I had a feeling that this would provide epic results for each of us.  

Stacy kept up her rising and falling onto my cock, using only her leg muscles to control her upward movements. She was using her hands to fondle her tits as she moved, twisting and pulling at the nipples that I had been sucking on only minutes before. Her eyes were glassing over and her arousal was apparent. She had been groaning with the effort she was expending, and now those groans were mixed with sighs and moans of pleasure. Her wetness had been running down my cock and balls, and then dripping onto the bed for as long as I had been inside her. The lubrication was allowing me to slide in and out of that hot pussy without any problem, the friction we experienced resulting from the increasing speed of her actions. Stacy's pussy grasped at my cock on each upward movement, almost as though it was not a conscious effort on her part. I could see the arousal turning to complete lust and wondered how she could keep up her actions without slowing or varying her tempo. Stacy was doing a marvelous job of keeping me hard and staving off my own climax, she was going to let me come when she was ready, not before. I wasn't going to complain, I was enjoying the ride and hoped it would continue for as long as possible. 

Proving she was still coherent, Stacy looked at me and asked "Enjoying this ride, cowboy? I told you it would be memorable. Ever been fucked like this before?" 

I had to admit I had not, and the ride wasn't over yet. "How long can you keep riding me like this, Stacy?" 

"As long as I want and as long as you can stand it!" she responded. 

Now there was a bold statement. "You do your best and I will tell you when I can't take it any more." 

Stacy smiled at the answer, adding "I knew you had it in you. How about if we pick up the pace." 

I did not have a chance to answer before she started moving faster, her muscles gripping my shaft even more firmly as she tried to pull my cock out of my crotch with each upward movement. She was not tiring that I could tell and I was determined to keep up with her. I might go back to Atlanta a broken man, but if I made it through this experience, I could live with that. The thought of Jen and Jan having to make due with a lesser man when I returned was troubling for a second, but the feelings in my cock soon chased that thought away. If Stacy wanted to pick up the pace I would help her. I grabbed her hips and each time she dropped herself down onto my cock, I added my own efforts to jam her as hard as I could onto myself. This turned Stacy on even more, and soon the sounds of our bodies slapping against each other had drowned out the moans of our passion. 

My cock had been inside Stacy's pussy for longer than I could ever remember it being hard, and still no sign of an end in sight. I felt as though my climax was just beneath the surface, ready to appear at any second, but still it did not come. Stacy had not shown any sign of her own climax and I wondered just how long we could continue like this. The juices coming from her pussy had been running down my cock and the bed beneath me was a soaking mess. I wanted to keep this up as long as I could, but at the same time, I wanted to get off and get Stacy off too. I used my thumb to find then rub her clit which had been hard and throbbing, but not getting any attention during our marathon fuck fest. She jumped at the first touch and her eyes opened wide as the sensation of my thumb rubbing her clit shot jolts of electricity into the pussy that had been filled with my stiff rod for what seemed like hours now. This new sensation started to overstimulate her body and I could feel the tremors inside her pussy, her slides on my cock getting more erratic. I realized that she could indeed be brought to orgasm, and now it was my goal to do just that. I knew Stacy wanted to control the tempo of things, but right now I was lost in my own passion and getting us both off became the overriding force in my life at this moment. 

"I hope you are ready for this, Stacy. I am going to fill you up like you've never been filled before. Come on my cock, I will be right there with you!" 

Stacy looked down at me, never slowing her action. I could see the look of pure lust in her eyes as she started squeezing my cock with her vaginal muscles even harder on each stroke. I wasn't sure how she managed this, but I wasn't going to complain. She was slowly pulling my climax out of me, one stroke at a time and she was in charge. I continued to tease her clit as she bucked more each time my thumb circled the hard nub, and then closed in to tease it directly. I knew she wasn't far from her own climax and was looking forward to watching her face as the moment arrived. 

"Ready, cowboy? This is it. You got me there and now you will have to deal with the result. I am going to pull your cock off in a minute." Stacy promised. 

I wasn't sure what to expect, but I wasn't going anywhere now. The time had arrived and we would both ride it out. Stacy's movements had become more ragged and her voice was quivering as she had made her last statement. I looked into her eyes and she looked down at me just as her eyes lost focus and then rolled back into her head. She was shaking and trembling, her voice a high pitched scream as she shuddered on my cock, now allowing me to reach my own orgasm. As her pussy gripped and released my cock, I felt the semen rising from deep within my loins, forcing its way past the clamping force Stacy's vaginal muscles were exerting on it. The release sent shots deep into her womb, triggering more shudders and screams of pleasure. I felt each shot as if my spurting cock was a cannon and my hot cream was its shell. 

Stacy had reached the top of her orgasm and was coming down, but slowly. She continued to tremble on my cock, now lying across my chest. She was moaning and whimpering, the strength of her climax had taken all of her energy from her body. My own energy had been sapped but I retained enough to hold her tightly to me, stroking her back and playing easily with her hair. After a few minutes like this, I kissed her ear and whispered "Best ride I have ever had. I certainly won't forget this one." 

Stacy had regained enough of her composure to laugh easily. "I told you it would be the best you've ever had. Did I lie?" 

I continued to hold her tight, my now limp cock slowly sliding out of her sloppy pussy and feeling the combined juices dripping onto my balls as we lay there. 

Though neither of us wanted to get up, we knew we had to. Stacy insisted on stripping the sheets off the bed that was now a sloppy mess, then throwing the bundle into the corner to be washed later. We had a quick shower together before Stacy cooked a fine breakfast of eggs and bacon. Once we had eaten and each filled our need for coffee, Stacy dressed in a pair of old jeans and a UNLV t-shirt without bra before she went out to retrieve my suitcase from her car. I got my own shirt and pants, then turned my attention to other matters. 

*****

I would need to get myself a car, I couldn't rely on Stacy to ferry me around the town. I called the rental company, telling them that my first car had been impounded by the police for some investigation. I assumed this would be pretty close to accurate. Since my company rented a lot of cars, we had an agreement with the rental agency, so a new car was soon on its way, delivered to me here at Stacy's house. I also checked my phone and found that my secretary had left several messages for me. I called her back and found that the Las Vegas police had been trying to contact me. I wasn't really surprised to find this out, I assumed the rental car and the message in my room at the Excalibur would be the reason for their attention. 

I took my sig and wrapped it in the holster, I wasn't going to wear it today, but felt it a good idea to have it handy just in case. Stacy had been surprised when she saw it last night as I removed my coat, but she did not ask about my need to be wearing it. After the incident with the bomb on my car, I am sure she thought it prudent for me to have something like that. I took care of the arrangements with my new rental car as the driver who delivered it here had all the necessary paperwork. Once complete, I decided that a meet with the local police to sort out any concerns they had about me would be in order. I told Stacy I was headed for the police department and she offered to go along to provide directions. I don't think I would have needed her assistance, but since she had nothing else pending and I enjoyed the company of a young, attractive woman, I figured why not. 

The drive to the police station was quick and the company enjoyable, so I was ready to see what they wanted from me. We went into the front door, and then I told the officer at the desk who I was and that I understood they wanted to speak with me. He called someone deep inside the interior of the building, and soon I found myself buzzed into an inner office. I told Stacy to come along, she could see some of the inner workings of the justice system for herself. 

A man of about 40 came out and introduced himself as Detective Reed Malloy. He had removed his coat and was in shirt sleeves, a common practice in the heat of Las Vegas. He looked at Stacy then at me. I introduced myself and then Stacy, telling him she was a friend who was acting as my guide and that she was a student at UNLV and wanted some first hand experience with criminal Justice. I am not sure he totally believed me, but Stacy did look the part, her dressed down appearance without much makeup made her look a lot younger than she did in her waitress garb. She sat at a free desk behind us as I was directed to sit in the chair beside Detective Malloy's own desk. 

"You seem to be the target of some negative attention." he began. 

I decided not to play dumb, so was direct with him. "Yeah, I thought the threats in the Excalibur were pretty lame, but did not want to chance any innocent bystanders getting involved. Then when I found the car tampered with, I thought it best to lie low for a bit." 

"That was pretty lucky of you to catch the car thing." He stated. "How did you happen to know someone had fooled with the car?" 

"I spent 10 years with Army CID. I have seen a few of these in my time and we studied this kind of thing during anti-terrorist training. I wouldn't have expected something this blatant here in Las Vegas, but I guess after the threat in the hotel, I shouldn't be surprised at anything." 

He glanced at Stacy as he continued "Pretty lucky someone saw whoever tampered with the car and called it in." 

"Yeah, I guess people are more aware these days. I saw the officers coming in as I caught a cab out. I know the one's who left the threat have someone working in the hotel and I didn't want to telegraph my location by using the rental. I am sure they have the make and model along with the license plates from my registration." 

I think he felt I was dancing around the truth a little, but he did not challenge anything I said. 

"So, how long are you in town for?" Malloy asked. 

"I have to testify for the Grand Jury tomorrow. I expect to be going home the day after that." I responded 

Malloy looked up as I mentioned the grand Jury, but said nothing. What are your plans for the rest of your stay in Las Vegas?"

"I will be taking Stacy to dinner tonight, but beyond that and the Grand Jury tomorrow, I don't have any specific plans." 

The detective asked a final question, "Where can I get in touch with you if I need to?" 

I gave him my cell number and told him that he could call my office if he could not get me right away. They will relay any message I told him. 

"Actually, I was wondering where you will be staying?" 

I didn't have a room yet and couldn't tell him where I would be, so let him know I wasn't sure. He looked at Stacy who had been listening attentively as we talked. I knew what he was thinking, but he resisted the urge to say anything so we left things there. I thanked him for his time and hoped I would not need his assistance in the future. 

Stacy and I walked out of the station, Stacy smiling as she asked about the questioning. He kept looking at me, I think he was wondering if you were staying with me." 

"Well, I did last night. I guess I have to find a room somewhere today." 

"Why. Didn't you have a good time last night and this morning? There is no reason you can't stay with me for another night or 2. I'm off for the next 2 days anyway. And I don't remember you asking me to dinner." Stacy laughed. 

I think it is the least I can do, especially to repay you for your kindness." 

"I think you did a pretty good job of returning any kindness this morning. I haven't come like that for a long time. I'm hoping you can do it again tonight!" Stacy stated. 

Always direct and to the point, Stacy was certainly different from most of the women I had known in my life. I gave a brief thought to Jan and Jen back in Atlanta, but Stacy was here now and I had no real commitment to the sisters. I would be back with them in a couple of days and Stacy would be but a pleasant memory of this trip, I rationalized. 




Vegas Gambit Ch. 03



"Well, I guess I will need a good dinner to keep up my strength. Last time I was here I had a good steak at the Frontier. How does that sound to you?" 

"Sounds great to me. The Frontier serves wonderful steaks and I am glad to hear that you are already thinking about getting your strength up. I can guarantee you will need it." Stacy laughed again. 

I knew her statement was no idle boast, I had experienced her for myself just 4 hours earlier, and I was already looking forward to the second act. 

*****

I was driving back to Stacy's house, we really didn't have anywhere else to go until later when we would head out for dinner. The conversation was light as Stacy pointed out things about the city that the tourist normally does not see off the strip. We were driving down a wide road past a shopping center when a pick-up started to pass in the left lane. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw the barrel of the shotgun as it emerged from the passenger window. I yanked the steering wheel hard to the right and the car screeched in protest as it was suddenly flung into a tight turn. At that same moment, the rear window on my side disappeared in an explosion of glass fragments and the blast of the shotgun was reverberating within the car. Stacy screamed as the flying glass went all over and she was thrown against me as the car turned into the parking lot of a strip mall. The truck also turned hard to the right, jumping the curb and then turning to come at us as my car had stopped. I reached under the seat for my Sig and jumped out of the car, holding the gun low as the driver aimed the speeding truck directly at me. Stacy was lying on the seat out of sight and I told her to stay there. When the driver was about 75 feet away, I brought up the pistol and put 4 quick shots through the windshield on the passenger side where I expected the shooter to be sitting. The shots had found their target, the sun's glare on the windshield preventing me from seeing their impact. The driver had again turned the truck at the first sight of my gun, the tires squealing in protest as the vehicle roared out of the lot and down the road. 

I opened the door and asked Stacy if she was hurt. She was shaking and trembling as she found it difficult to form words. I tried to check her over as well as I could with her in the car and did not see anything that looked as though she had been wounded. Taking her by the hand, I assured her that the excitement was all over and pulled her out to comfort her with a hug. She was shaking and could not speak, I knew she had never experienced this kind of event before. Soon I heard the sirens approaching, so put my gun down lest they confuse me with the shooter and I did not want to give them a reason to think me a danger to any of them. 

3 cars pulled up, each one with 2 officers. They came out of their cars with hands on their sidearms, but I was standing there holding Stacy, so did not appear to be a threat to any of the officers. 2 of the officers came over to us while the other 4 went to question people who had come out of the stores in the strip mall after hearing the shots. 

I told the officer that my own gun was on the front seat of the car, I did not want him to think I was hiding anything. I explained what had happened and gave him the description of the truck and its license number. I showed him my carry license for the gun, but when he saw it was from Georgia, he held onto the pistol and called for someone more senior to handle the matter. 

The police had finished their investigation of the incident, at least my part. They wanted to check over my rental, so it was left in place and Stacy and I were given a ride back to the police station to discuss the matter more in depth. Less than an hour after we had left, we found ourselves sitting in the same office talking to Detective Malloy again. 

"OK", he started, "let's go over exactly what happened." 

I explained that I was taking Stacy home and that I was fortunate enough to see the shotgun before it was fired. I hadn't seen any faces, so couldn't offer a description of the perpetrators. I told him that I had been able to get off a few shots, but wasn't sure if they hit anything. The fact that I was carrying a gun in a state I was not licensed to carry was a concern, so this would not be the time to try to hold back. Malloy looked to Stacy for corroboration, but she told him that once the shot had hit the car, she ducked down and was thrown around as the car skidded to a stop. She had been on the front seat the entire time and did not see anything. The sound of my return shots had convinced her of the need to stay where she was. 

Malloy commented that I must have something on the mob that they didn't want the Grand Jury to hear. I wasn't sure what that was, I could only tell them a small bit of what had happened several months ago. I wasn't going to get Jan or Jen involved if at all possible, so anything that concerned the sisters would have to be omitted as far as I was thinking. Malloy pulled a few pictures from a folder and showed them to me, asking if I had ever seen any of the ones pictured. The first 2 were the mobsters I had shot in the girl's apartment. I did not let my eyes show any recognition as I asked who they were. 

"The first one is Johnny Diamante, an enforcer for the local mob. His buddy is Lester Vega." 

"I haven't seen either one before as far as I know." I offered. 

"We found them shot in a car parked in a lot several months ago." Malloy told me. 

"I guess life in the mob is a tough choice. Some rival gang get them?" 

"Not sure at this time. Usually gang killings are a shot to the back of the head. These boys each had a single shot to the heart. We haven't been able to find a real motive nor have we found anyone who claims to know anything about them." 

"How about this one?" Malloy asked, offering a picture of Vinnie G. 

"Yeah, I know him, well, not really know him, but he did threaten me a time or 2. He was the one who seemed to be behind the funny money and did not take to me calling him on it. He seemed more a buffoon than a real gangster, but I know better than to underestimate people." I replied. 

"You seem to have read him pretty well. He is dangerous, but thinks he is bigger and badder in his mind than in reality." Malloy grinned. 

As we talked, the phone on his desk rang and Malloy answered. After a few words, he hung up and said that his officers had found the truck used in the shooting. The truck itself had been stolen and it was found burning in the warehouse district. There was no one nearby, but the officers said it looked like there was a lot of blood in the front seat. Malloy then offered that the officer on scene told him to tell me 'nice grouping', referring to the 4 shots I put through the windshield. 

"I don't think that they will find anything useful in the truck, but the lab will see what turns up." 

We had just about finished with everything and Stacy and I were ready to leave. I asked about my gun and Malloy said that normally they did not want out of state persons carrying in this city, but he said that considering the events that had already occurred, he wasn't going to split a few hairs. He gave me back the pistol and told me to watch my back and be safe. Then he offered to have one of his patrol cars drop us where we were going. I considered a ride to Stacy's house, but did not want to make her any more of a target than she might already be. 

"How about a ride to the Frontier? That is where we were planning to have dinner." 

"No problem, I will even get them to use an unmarked car. Good luck, and this time I hope I don't see you here again." 

Me too, I thought. We walked out and an officer in plain clothes showed us to a big SUV which was to be our limo to the hotel. We got in back, playing up the role and were soon getting out in front of the Frontier Casino. 

Before we went into the dining room, I found someone at the concierge desk and had to arrange a new rental car. I had no doubt the rental agency would be thinking about the wisdom of continuing their contract with my employer, but for now I wanted to get my own wheels. I was surprised how smoothly the transaction went and before long I had a new car on its way. The keys would be left at the desk and I could stop by after dinner to pick them up. They certainly go out of their way here in Las Vegas to make the visitor feel at home. 

*****

Dinner was a welcome respite from the events of the day. Neither of us was really dressed for the dining room, but like most places here in town, no one said anything about our wardrobe. The food was good as expected, as was the company. Stacy was still a bit shaken from our incident this afternoon, but was holding up reasonably well. Getting things back to normal would help immensely. We enjoyed the time together, talking about our lives beyond the job. We each enjoyed a couple of Jack Daniels, Stacy preferring hers mixed with Coke. We left after 9, stopping at the desk to get the car keys and directions to its whereabouts. Stacy sat close to me on the drive home, she was warm and ran her hand along my thigh as we drove. I was pretty sure the dinner and our talk had made her feel better and she was looking forward to the next stage of our evening. That part would see us pick up where we had left off this morning. I was looking forward to that as well. 

*****

The drive back to Stacy's place could have been done without headlights, the moon was full and the high desert air clear enough the night looked like day. Once in her house, we headed right for the bedroom, no need for preliminaries tonight. Stacy turned off all the lights, then opened the bedroom curtains full to allow the moon to illuminate the room. Perfect! 

We soon found ourselves in an embrace, kissing and touching the other with urgency. I pulled the t-shirt up and over Stacy's head and was rewarded with the sight of her very nice breasts. I have always liked the look of a woman wearing jeans with no shirt and this view of Stacy made me realize that attraction for me once again. I pulled her close to me, this time starting to move down toward those wonderful tits, but slowly. Stacy was moaning as I started using my lips and tongue on her neck and then down her torso to my target. Once there, I took my time, kissing around the sides of her breasts as I sampled the sight, the smell, the taste and the feel of her naked body against mine. 

I kissed the sweat from her breasts, savoring the saltiness resulting from the heat of the desert day, further accentuated by the hint of adrenaline from the events earlier that afternoon. I kissed and licked all the taste from her as I inhaled the sweet spiciness of her cologne. I could distinguish traces of vanilla, cinnamon, and jasmine among others. Each would predominate at times, then become part of the background as another would come forth. Stacy was pulling my head to her body as I worked, I could feel the sounds she was making through her chest as she moaned and sighed with pleasure. 

Once I had spent enough time on her breasts, I released the snap of her jeans and soon she was standing naked in front of me. I took a second to look at her in full glory, the beauty of her body was a hint of what was to come. Not to be left out, Stacy asked, no more demanded, that I too be naked with her and I had no problem complying. 

Laying her down on the bed, I started to work my way down her body again, kissing and licking as I went. I had removed all the saltiness a moment ago but knew that it would be replaced shortly, borne of perspiration resulting from arousal and lust. I did not stop my attention to her body at her waist this time, there was nothing to slow my progress to her waiting pussy. Stacy had taken charge this morning, and I had not been able to get a taste of it then, but I was not going to miss my chance now. Stacy knew where I was headed and she watched with rapt attention as I slowly progressed to my goal. I was able to see her eyes looking at me, but only the reflection of the moonlight coming from those dark eyes, her face was in the shadows. I was, on the other hand, completely illuminated by that light and Stacy could see everything I was doing to her and what I would be doing to her. 

I reached my goal and Stacy spread her legs wide apart to give me all the access I would need. The light coming in through the window was more than enough for me to see everything she was offering, and I took my time in investigating every inch of her waiting pussy with my tongue. I could see her trembling with anticipation as I moved in, starting to lick around the edges of her protruding lips, letting her well trimmed hair tickle my nose. I wanted this to last and this was to be my show, so I took my time, teasing and enticing, but not going too fast too soon. Stacy was trying to move her pussy into position where my lips and tongue could make full contact, but I did not want that just yet. She was whimpering and moving that pussy around, chasing my mouth as I took my time getting to know it with all my senses. 

Finally, when she could stand the teasing no more, Stacy reached down and put her hands behind my head and pulled me hard into the center of her now hot and wet pussy, I knew what she wanted and was ready to give it to her. I used my fingers to push between her lips and found the opening hidden between. I ran my tongue into the entrance to her pussy and beyond. I could hear her moans getting louder as I moved my tongue in and out, then I licked up the lips to the hard clit that was begging me to offer my attention. I gave it a few quick brushes as Stacy shuddered at the touch, then gave up on the formalities and went directly to the prize. I sucked in her hard, throbbing clit and pulled with my tongue gently until Stacy arched her back and shuddered as hard as she had done yet. I ran my tongue over that nub, not letting the feelings of ecstasy Stacy was experiencing waver for a minute. She had started bucking her crotch up into my face, never having let go of the back of my head, and now was begging me not to stop. I had no intention of stopping, but I still needed to breathe occasionally. I took a second to get a new supply of oxygen then back to the task at hand. 

I had put Stacy's legs over my shoulders and by now I was almost pushing into her as though I wanted to get my whole face into that pussy. I could feel the tremors in her legs as they rested on my shoulders, then she would force herself into my hungry mouth with the leverage she got from pushing off with her legs. I slowed my tongue fucking long enough to reposition my face so I could get a finger into the pussy that was begging to be filled. I had something to fill it with in a bit, but for now she would have to make due with a finger or 2. 

The inside of Stacy's pussy was hot and wet, my finger was held in place by the contraction of her inner muscles and those muscles were strong and determined. I would try to pull out and I had to overcome the objections of that pussy to the loss of my fingers until they were reinserted. 

As I continued to work Stacy's pussy with my mouth, I could look over her body to her face, hidden in shadow and knew that she was watching my every move. Her eyes, dark and aware, would sparkle and reflect the little bit of light that found them and I knew she was steady in her watchfulness, not missing a single move of my tongue. Despite her arousal, she did not take her eyes from me the entire time I had been readying her pussy for my cock's insertion. I could feel her inner trembling and knew her first orgasm was not far away, I would bring it onto her with my oral stimulation, and then keep her in a state of heightened arousal with a hard cock sliding in and out of her hungry pussy. 

Stacy was now humping her crotch into my face with increasing frequency, not giving me much chance to breathe. I managed though and with the knowledge that her climax was imminent, I doubled my efforts, now concentrating my tongue on her hard clit and my fingers sliding in and out of her pussy. Stacy was moaning with the feel, and with one last thrust of her pelvis, held her pussy against my face as she screamed her pleasure, the sound of her voice rising and falling with the wave of orgasmic bliss she was experiencing. I continued to hold her clit between my lips, stroking it with the tip of my tongue for as long as I could, not wanting her to stop the roller coaster of climax then a brief respite before the next hit. Stacy was shuddering and convulsing with the feelings emanating from her pussy, but she did not stop pushing my face into that pussy as she bucked and quivered with my efforts. I finally slowed and then stopped, only to get some air into my lungs. I had done what I intended to, and now I was ready for the next stage of tonight's main event. 

I slid up to lie atop Stacy, her arms involuntarily reaching out to hold me to her body. She was gasping for air herself and heaving her chest up toward me as she struggled to calm herself enough to speak. With some time, she was able to offer a warm thanks as she kissed me passionately for long minutes, searching out my tongue with her own. My cock had been hard and straining the entire time I was eating her, and now I was starting to slide it across the wet lips of her pussy, bringing her arousal back up another notch. 

Stacy was able to speak, "I want this to be long and slow. I will tell you when you can shoot, understand?" 

I thought I had been in charge for the past hour, but now Stacy was once again showing me that this would be her show. I had no problem with this turn of events, I had thoroughly enjoyed her direction of our session this morning and had no doubt that things would be replayed now. 

My cock had become thoroughly lubricated with the fluids on Stacy's pussy lips, and now was the time to make it count. I pulled back long enough to line up my head with the center of those puffy lips and with a long, slow thrust of my hips, my cock was soon buried to the balls in her tightness. Stacy whimpered with the feel, and used her vaginal muscles to grip my shaft as I held it in place to get a feel of its new home. Stacy surprised me with her stamina, and as I held station in her pussy, she pulled her legs up and put them back on my shoulders where they had been for as long as I was eating her pussy. I felt my cock drawn into her even further, and as I wondered at the feel, Stacy started thrusting up to meet me, letting me know that I was now expected to start my own thrusts. 

I would push my cock into her pussy with long, gentle strokes, not wanting to hurry our pleasure. Stacy would push back to meet me, bringing my crotch into full contact with her own, then I would slowly pull almost all the way out before repeating the process. We had a good rhythm going and both were moaning and grunting with the effort and feelings of pure lust. Just as I did early this morning, I could feel my own climax rise to a point that was close, then maintain, not coming until Stacy was ready to let me release. She had some mystical ability to hold me off until the time was right, her time. 

I again marveled at how long I could stay hard inside this woman. I had developed a wonderful sexual stamina since I had been enjoying Jan and Jen's attention at home, but this was far beyond anything I had experienced with either of them. 

We continued like this for long minutes, neither of us seeming to tire. I could see Stacy's eyes as before, not completely visible in the shadows, but the sparkles and reflections from them letting me know that she was still watchful. Our lower bodies were fully illuminated by the moonlight, and I realized that she was watching the progress of my cock sliding into and out of her pussy. The pistoning of my rod was hypnotic to her and she was totally focused on that movement. Somehow she also managed to bring her hands up to my head and play with my hair as I continued to fuck.