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Vegas Ch. 01

By: HallidayTee



I have long wanted to write a storyline that is different to anything else that has been published on this site. This is it.

Although the central theme of the publication is poker, I have constructed the story so that it also works for those who have no interest in that subject and who wish to skip those sections. I believe your understanding will be the poorer for it, but that is your choice.

A number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, this story would not have been told.

This is my first attempt at writing and I know that having completed the novel, I have learnt so much more than I knew at the outset. Two areas of feedback are welcomed: 

Encouragement that will inspire me to write more... and constructive criticisms that will help me improve. 

Voting that will help me assess the enjoyment factor.... or otherwise. 

CHAPTER ONE: BEGINNINGS

It was late that evening when Daniel returned from his day's work, wearily pulling into the loading dock and parking the truck. His internet poker game the previous night had seen him grab only a few, short hours sleep and he was feeling jaded. With another late night ahead due to Grace performing at a local club, he knew rest was some distance away, and that thought contributed to his state of mental and physical tiredness.

His young body ached as he alighted from the truck. Walking to the rear, he slowly pulled opened the back door for the part-time workers who at some stage would load it up again for the next batch of deliveries. But that was somebody else's problem, he thought, as he made his way inside the building. 

He poured himself a small white plastic cup of water from the machine that looked close to falling off the wall. Even at that time of night, Slim was still there. He was a thin man, with a fearsome reputation. Despite his nickname his face was chubby, concealing the hard, dark eyes that led to his ever scheming brain. Although he and Slim got on well enough, Daniel was always on his guard.

He was aware that a few of his fellow delivery drivers did little side jobs for Slim after hours. From the stories he occasional overheard, he imagined that work included bodyguard protection, immigrant smuggling and breaking knee caps. If there was something dirty going on in this part of London, it seemed that Slim had something to do with it, or he knew someone who did. 

Daniel was well aware that he could very easily have been drawn into helping out in a similar way. He had the build for it; his tall, solid frame was perfect for hauling heavy cardboard boxes around all day, a proclivity that kept him in shape. And there was no doubt that the money would have helped. But Daniel felt that he would have to be both silly and desperate to become involved and was careful to distance himself from such activities.

There had been one occasion when he had given some tentative consideration to becoming involved. Money had become a real problem and this seemed a way out of their temporary financial distress. But after discussing some of his suspicions and thoughts with Grace, she naturally enough was fiercely against any involvement. That came as a massive relief to Daniel, who knew in his heart that he would have been incapable of going through with it. He just wanted Grace's confirmation.

As Daniel drained the water and then refilled the plastic cup, he glanced over at Slim. What had led him to this position, he fleetingly wondered. In between playing poker whenever he could, he had further wasted his University education by taking this job, a driver for one of the local delivery companies. Much like Matt Damon in the movie, Rounders, he thought. Only in the movie, that was to earn back the money his character had lost playing poker. With Daniel, it was to earn money so that he could play poker. 

In fact, it had not been Daniel's intention to work at all. His ambition was to become a poker professional and support himself, and Grace, that way. But Grace had soon explained the financial facts of life to him, although in truth they were staring him in the face. She pointed out that if they wanted to continue to afford to live in the cheap apartment they were already renting then Daniel's unimpressive internet poker winnings were unlikely to ever be enough. 

He would have to get a real job, she insisted. And although he knew she was wrong and that one day he would earn enough from his poker, he had pleased her by taking a job for the Parcel Express business. And that was why he was here, right now, watching Slim amble over to him. 

Slim's trademark loud blue suit and yellow shirt still looked newly pressed despite the lateness of the hour, and he greeted Daniel with his familiar lop-sided grin before shaking his hand, his gold bracelet falling coldly against Daniel's wrist. 

"You make all your deliveries today?" he asked, raising an inquisitive eyebrow.

Daniel nodded wearily. Always the same question, he thought. It was known that Slim was a hard taskmaster and Daniel would never return to base without having carried out all his duties. He wanted to stay on the right side of Slim. He needed this job, for the time being at least, and in any case he certainly did not want the consequences of failure.

"You know me Slim, if I had not made my deliveries I wouldn't be back here," Daniel responded with a slow grin.

He glanced at his boss to make sure he had not relapsed into one of his notorious bad moods. But Slim seemed affable enough and Daniel poured himself yet another cup of the cold water that could have been colder. Today had been thirsty work.

"Ah, yes. We need more workers like you Daniel," said Slim, eyeing the younger man. "You know, if you ever want to increase your take, all you have to do is ask," he continued, his black eyes widening as he extended the invitation. 

Slim did not provide that sort of opportunity to just anyone. It was only when he had full confidence in one of his employees, gained over a period of time. Daniel was fully aware of that and realised that he had to be careful, not just with his reply but also with the way in which he answered.

"Sorry Slim, I appreciate the invitation as I always have, but I don't have time to become involved here after hours. I'm a delivery man, plain and simple." 

Something in the tone of Daniel's voice, or what he had said, must have been amusing to Slim, because he began to laugh loudly. 

"And you are a very good one at that. You are a fine young man, Daniel. But one of these days, I will convince you, believe me!" 

He leant over, conspiratorially adding, "And I promise you, you will make much more than you will ever do through your poker games." 

Daniel nervously grinned back, feeling slightly uneasy but prepared to stand his ground. But Slim did not allow the subject to drop and he took Daniel's arm in his hard, calloused hand. The tightness of his grip belied his out of shape frame. 

"In fact, tonight I have a job that would require your skills most definitely. Something a man of your build could handle with no problem." 

Daniel smelt Slim's garlic flavoured breath as he spoke but despite the heavy odour, managed to keep a straight face. 

"Thanks, Slim, but no. I have to go watch my girl tonight," he said, crumpling the cup up and throwing it into the dirty grey waste bin some ten feet away. 

Slim's eyes followed the cup into the bin. "Good shot," he rather eerily whispered.

He looked directly into Daniel's eyes as he took a step back. He pulled a packet from his pocket and lit a cigarette with a rather gaudy lighter, blowing the thin stream of smoke directly upwards. 

"Ah yes," he breathed. "The girlfriend! How is her singing going? Is she getting any better?" He laughed, "If she is booed off the stage and must run home to her mother, you can come by here tonight at ten and I'll make your night worthwhile," he said. "And afterwards, I have some lady friends coming by and..."

Daniel knew that although he would have a 'job' lined up this evening, this was Slim's sense of humour and that he was playing with him. Nevertheless, he felt an immediate irritation inside and cut him off with a forced smile. 

"Thanks anyway, but she'll be fine. I better get going, see you tomorrow Slim." 

With that, Daniel turned and covered the few paces to the door, praying that he would not hear Slim call him back. There was no response and it was with some relief that Daniel swung the door closed behind him. He silently cursed Slim for showing disrespect to Grace and her singing. He hated that. 

He walked across the noisy cobbled stones to the dark blue car - a small, but serviceable vehicle he had bought with the first of his internet poker winnings. He started it up, the engine sputtering to life with an agonizing groan. Daniel pushed it into gear and exited into traffic, heading for their flat. By his reckoning he had around half an hour to get home and showered before departing for the Club.

*

It was more like an hour later when Daniel slowly circumnavigated the narrow streets searching for a parking place. His slow progress as he circled around proved an annoyance to several other cars, and they were not slow to use their horns to express their irritation. Eventually, he found a vacant spot a few streets away. 

He squeezed the car into the limited space available and walked the few hundred yards to 'Joshua's Place'. In a doorway around twenty yards away was a homeless person, if the homemade sign around the scruffy looking dog's neck was to be believed. Daniel fumbled in his pocket and dropped a few coins into the dirty cap beside the man. He could hear the noise from the club from there. 

He entered a place that was alive with people, drinking and talking. The atmosphere was vibrant and he made his way through the thong of people and up to the heaving bar. It appeared to him as if he had arrived just in time and that the evening's supporting acts had all finished. As he waited to be served by one of the over-made up girls behind the bar, a man was speaking on stage, setting the scene for Grace. 

After a short wait to be served, he took his drink and brushed through the queue gathered around the bar. He headed towards the stage and once he had a little space of his own, he hesitated momentarily before looking over at the podium. A lone microphone stood in front of the empty platform and Daniel excused himself as he negotiated his way to the front. As he did, he sidestepped around the full tables of people, many of whom were now standing in conversation beside their seats.

When he reached the front he saw Grace off to the left of the stage, wiring up her small speaker and her electric guitar, making sure all the cords were plugged in correctly. She was wearing a plain green top with a knee length black skirt, and she looked incredibly sexy, he thought. For a moment, he sadly wondered why the spark that had ignited them only three years ago was dimming now. 

He watched as her left hand ran through the shiny brown hair that framed her beautiful face and wished that at times like this, he could turn the clock back. She had not noticed him arrive, being too busy with her last minute adjustments, and he walked over to the reserved seat she had arranged for him at the table right in front of the small stage. He nodded to the two couples already occupying the other seats at the table but, engaged deep in conversation, they ignored him. 

Almost unnoticed, Grace slid on stage and took a seat on the chair next to the speaker. A ripple of applause rang out as some of the audience realised she had taken to the stage, increasing in volume as the whole of the club joined in. As the applause died down and the background chatter became just that, Grace extended her slim, long arm, pulled the microphone down to her full lips and quietly spoke. 

"Hi, my name is Grace and I'm here to play a few songs," she huskily said, evoking another prolonged round of applause.

The background lights faded, leaving Grace clearly lit up on the small, sparse, stage. If this is the reaction before she sings, thought Daniel as he eased back into his chair, she will bring the house down. As if hearing his thoughts, Grace glanced down at his table, and flashed him the kind of smile he remembered so well, but which had seemed to be becoming rarer with each passing month. 

She then shuffled back ever so slightly on her thin chair, resettled her guitar on her lap as she looked out at the audience, and launched into her first number. Her usual repertoire was to sing the slower songs first and then build up the pace, finishing by getting the audience literally rocking in their seats. Tonight was no different and for an hour she played mostly her own songs, interspersed with several covers. 

The audience sat quietly through each early rendition, entranced by the husky sound of her voice. And although Daniel clapped enthusiastically after each song, the patrons did not seem to need any sort of encouragement. They applauded and whistled after each performance, becoming louder and more vociferous in their approval as the evening wore on and the tempo increased. 

Her singing was remarkable, and as he sipped away at his drink Daniel found himself wondering why she had not yet been 'discovered'. There was no doubt she had the talent, despite the fact that she always insisted she had a long way to go before she had any hope of reaching her dream of a record deal. But they both felt her voice was so good, so commercial, that all it needed was for them to be able to somehow source the right contacts. 

When she completed her final song, she stood up and the club owner, Thomas, leapt across the small stage, microphone under his arm as he furiously led the applause. Daniel could see Grace blush a little as she gracefully took her bow, just ahead of Thomas softly taking her shapely arm and making a big show of kissing her hand. 

He faced the enthusiastic audience again and pointed to Grace, and then led a fresh round of applause. Grace gave a final wave as she began to bashfully exit the stage, to the right of Daniel. Despite his instant and irrational dislike of this man, Daniel realised that Thomas was clearly a fan. It was clear that he was as entranced with Grace's stylish performance as the audience. Daniel drained the final drops from his glass and then slipped away to bring the car to the back of the club.

*

He carefully drove the car to the thick, back door of the club, negotiating between dustbins on either side. There was a rumbling of thunder in the distance as he switched off the engine. He sat back to await the large back door swinging back, which would signal Grace's arrival. Settling himself into the uncomfortable seat, his mind drifted back to the first time he and Grace had met, on a barmy summer evening at a charity barbeque. 

They had watched one another from a distance for some time before they got talking. They made love later that night and first thing the next morning too. That was three years ago. Daniel had even wondered if she was the one he would marry and as it turned out, Grace also had the same thoughts. But it had never happened.

In the early days they had made a really good couple, enjoyed many of the same interests, and for a long period the sex was great. That seemed a long time ago, he ruefully thought, shuffling again in his seat, his tired eyes glancing again at the door at the rear of the club. 

Daniel was not sure exactly what it was that had originally turned him on so much to Grace. Perhaps it was the regular sparkle in her bright, almond coloured eyes, or possibly it was her infectious laugh. He was also knocked over by her natural sexiness, never overt, but always there. More probably, he thought as he wound the window down to gain some air, it had been all of those things. Whatever the secret, both physically and personality wise he had immediately fallen for her. 

It had been so spontaneous the way they had got together. So much so that shortly after their first meeting they had searched for a place to share. Money had been tight, so tight that they found that all their combined finances could afford was a tiny, one bedroom studio flat in London. They instantly secured the place for a small, but significant to them, deposit that made their dire financial situation even worse than previously. But they got by.

And as time went on, some key differences began to emerge that impacted on the equilibrium of their relationship. Daniel became an avid poker fan and would play as often as his free time allowed. Any yearnings he previously had for success in business were replaced by an overwhelming desire for fame at the poker tables. He dreamt of the World Poker Tour and World Series of Poker, and of rubbing shoulders with the greats – the Brunson's, Chan's, Hellmuth's and Ivey's of this world.

On the other hand, Grace lived for her music and had an insatiable yearning to make it into the big time. She had originally described herself to Daniel as a songwriter, and had passionately informed him that such a profession was the third most popular in Hollywood, behind actors and writers. Daniel had found the enthusiasm she had displayed that first evening to be a particularly attractive quality and even after a short conversation, he fully understood that her quest for fame was an overwhelming obsession.

He also quickly realised that if determination counted for anything, then this independent woman was destined to become a star. He soon discovered that she possessed an extraordinary voice, much more sultry than her sister, Lauren, although for a while the two sisters had formed a duo. Eventually, after some urging from Daniel, they agreed Lauren's voice was insufficiently different for them to become successful and Grace had turned solo. A small contribution, Daniel told himself, that he had made to Grace's future success.

Lauren had turned to modelling and Daniel knew that she had the same fierce determination to succeed as Grace. There was no doubting that once she had decided on her new career, she was totally committed. And she had all the attributes to succeed, with both a personality and a body that matched her impressive single minded obsession. Despite their different chosen professions, in so many ways she was so like her older sister.

It was the key differences in their drivers that led to the first cracks beginning to appear in Daniel and Grace's relationship. The carefree happiness of the early days had gradually changed to a simple acceptance that they were in a relationship. But neither had the time, or indeed the inclination, to give the full commitment to each other that was necessary. 

They had begun to drift, and the spark that had once burned so brightly had begun to disappear as they both searched for success in their own different ways. Yes, they still made time to support each other where possible. But it had become more of a chore and that, combined with the continual tightness in terms of money, had both put pressure on their relationship. 

If they were honest with themselves, it was probably nearing its end. Almost without noticing, the early glow had begun to wear off. Whilst on the surface they remained happy in each other's company, that indefinable bit of magic had begun to disappear and subconsciously they were both seeking a different way forward.

*

The depressing thoughts kept filtering through Daniel's head until, at the bottom of his vision, he caught sight of the back door to the club finally swinging open. He quickly exited the car, stepping out just in time to accept the equipment Grace handed him. He stored it safely in the small boot, grateful there was just sufficient space to accommodate it. After Grace said her goodnights they got into the car, but before firing the engine Daniel leant over to kiss her soft pliable lips. 


Vegas Ch. 01



"You were wonderful, really great tonight," he told her, the melancholy created by his earlier thoughts still present in his tone. 

Grace returned the kiss with a passion he was not expecting, sliding her cold hand around his neck as she did so.

"Thanks," she said as she pulled away and settled back into her seat, pulling her jacket around her before applying the seat belt. "I blew a couple of notes, but I do appreciate the praise," she purred. 

Sitting back, Daniel watched as she sexily crossed her bare legs, exposing a brief glimpse of thigh as the black skirt rode up her leg.

"Well, I didn't hear them. You were fantastic," he encouraged.

He felt an aroused reaction to both the kiss and sight of her attractive, tanned thigh and he ran his hand along her shapely, toned leg as he put the car into gear and began to back out onto the side road.

"You think so?" Grace replied, laughing. "Gigs like this are good practice for when I make it big."

She knew the evening had gone as well as she could have expected, better even. But despite being such an independent woman, she still had a problem easily accepting praise. Daniel grinned at her, driving with one hand on the steering wheel whilst the other continued to caress her leg through her skirt. 

"Then you'll have make sure to thank the place in you liner notes on your album," he suggested.

Grace did not answer, instead resting her head against the window and looking off into the dark distance. She was thinking of her ambition and wondering if that dream of an album would ever come true? A crack of thunder pulled her back from her thoughts and she peered out of the grubby window and upwards at the threatening clouds that had been building throughout evening. Within minutes the sky finally opened. It slowed their progress and by the time they parked near the flat, the torrential rain was hurtling against the car. 

"Oh, by the way," Grace said, speaking loudly above the driving rain that was thundering down against the exterior of the car. "Lauren rang this evening with some exciting news."

Daniel held up his hand. "Tell me inside," he suggested. "We better make a dash for it." He counted "One, two, three," as a cue for their short race to their door. 

Although the distance was no more than twenty yards they were soaked through as they entered, the water dripping from their clothes and onto the floor. 

"I'm going to take a shower," Grace said, casually pulling her top over her head and then discarding her skirt as she squeezed past him. 

She saw the arousal in his eyes as he took in the sight of her in the sexy, matching underwear. She threw her head back as she blew him a kiss, and gave an exaggerated swing of her hips as she swayed towards the bathroom. 

Looking back over her shoulder, she caught his eye and whispered, "Later, sexy."

*

Daniel removed his wet shirt and threw it on the wooden floor beside him and then did the same with his jeans and socks. He flopped back onto the small, rust coloured, linen couch in only his Calvin Klein black boxers. Relaxed, his tiredness overtook him and he had drifted into a light sleep when he felt a soft kiss on his lips.

He smiled up into Grace's sensual face as he wearily opened his sleepy eyes. She sat on the side of the couch, her curved shoulder leaning against his, but when she had his attention she eased her bottom off the arm and stood beside him. She raised an eyebrow as she did so, seductively placing her petite hands on her hips in a way that exposed the curve of her hour-glass waist. 

It was only at that point that Daniel seemed to realise she was naked except for the fluffy towel that covered her from the top of her breasts to the top of her legs, only just covering her body in between. She knew her breasts were a little flushed from the heat of the water and could feel her hard nipples pushing against the Egyptian cotton. She watched Daniel's eyes wander across the towel until he, too, could see her arousal.

"The shower is all yours if you want," she softly said.

But as he watched, she slowly and provocatively unwrapped the towel and allowed it to drift to the floor. She leant forward and traced a delicate finger across his arm and onto to his muscled chest, stroking gently along the way. 

"Or did you have something else in mind?" she added, raising an eyebrow again.

Daniel felt a dryness in his throat as he watched a tiny drop of water release itself from her left ear, landing silently on her full, rounded, right breast and tantalisingly making its way down to her erect, dark, nipple. Suddenly, his tiredness was easing.

"God, you look fucking sexy," he muttered, feeling his body begin to react.

Grace smiled sexily at the compliment and then deliberately and provocatively raised a hand to each of her full, luscious breasts, accentuating the cleavage as she did so. She appeared to hold them out, offering them to him, and her tongue slowly ran across her full lips as she did so.

Daniel breathed out heavily, his voice thick with arousal as he teased, "Why Miss Grace, I do believe you are trying to seduce me?" 

Grace's face lit up as she switched her voice to a deep Southern drawl. "Why, Mr. Daniel. I do believe I am. I do hope that doesn't upset you?" 

As she spoke, her hands slid upwards and she locked them behind her neck, a movement that deliberately thrust her firm breasts out towards him, bringing them into even greater prominence. A wicked grin crossed her beautiful and suddenly intense face, her own eyes now ablaze with longing. 

Without a word, Daniel quickly rose from the couch and urgently took Grace's hand, pulling her behind him as he silently raced into the bedroom. As they fell back with a soft thud on the bed, causing the bed springs to rock, she arched her back as she spoke in her deep Southern drawl again. 

"I do believe Mr Daniel has something for me?" 

Daniel ran his fingers slowly down onto the soft skin of her inner forearm before trailing his fingertips across and onto the tanned thigh. Her soft lips parted as he began to stroke her, his fingers running smoothly back and forth from knee to groin. Her nipples were like two bullets as she allowed her thighs to part slightly under his deft touch, giving his fingers room to slide between them. 

She softly exhaled as she felt his big hand ease between her legs, his searching fingers gliding deliciously over her soft, warm, skin. His hand stroked back and forth over her welcoming inner thighs, moving ever-closer to the inner warmth waiting just inches from his searching fingers. 

Involuntarily, Grace eased her curvy hips forwards, her breath beginning to quicken. Daniel ran his fingertips closer and closer to her vulva, brushing against the short, vertical stripe of tight brown curls before tantalisingly stopping just short of their target. Grace could feel her shining clitoris beginning to urgently slither from its hood at his teasing ministrations and could wait no longer.

"Now..." she breathlessly urged him. "Daniel, please... fuck me now..."

Without hesitation, he silently rose from his knees, wrestling in his haste with his boxer shorts until he impatiently pulled them down and away from his hard body. His erect penis sprung free, the rounded head pointing skyward. As her eyes feasted on him, she shivered in eager anticipation, eagerly allowing his gentle hands to ease her long, slender legs apart. 

Daniel knew from the urgent look in her half closed eyes exactly what she needed and wanted. With only a silent glance between them he hooked his hands under her knees and eased her legs up and over his shoulders, eagerly aligned his hips up with her glistening and welcoming opening. Grace immediately wrapped her small feet behind his ears, a sign for him to urgently press himself forward. 

The large tip of his penis deliciously pressed against her welcoming body and he felt her hand impatiently drop to his erect shaft. She steered him closer to his objective as he eased his hips forward, her breathing replaced with a helpless whimper as he sank exquisitely slowly into her hot, tight body. Her pretty head rolled to one side and she allowed a soft and low moan to escape from between her full lips. 

Wanting to maximise the sensation, Daniel's lips and tongue begin to heighten her arousal as they pleasured her sensitive neck whilst he slowly slid further inside her. Grace bit down on her full, lower lip in pleasure at the sensation, her exquisite calf muscles tightening involuntarily against his broad shoulders. 

Daniel pulled back slightly before thrusting forward into her, making her firm bottom bounce wickedly on the firm bed as the full length of his heavy erection was now completely enveloped inside her willing body. This was a feeling she desperately needed, and her eyelids fluttered involuntarily, her hoarse breathing becoming more ragged as with a delicious slowness, they began to fuck. 

Daniel had pinned her willing body to the white sheets with his rhythmic thrusts but Grace wanted more. With some difficulty, she extracted her long legs from behind his head and now deliberately spread herself, attempting to open herself as much as possible to accentuate the raw sensation she was experiencing. Daniel accommodated her new position without breaking his urgent thrusts, his rounded buttocks pistoning relentlessly against the smooth flanks of her inner thighs. 

Without breaking the movement of his hips, his lips and tongue slid down her slender body until he began to run his mouth over the velvet skin of her bouncing breasts. She gasped as he eased himself upwards, creating room so that his big hands could cup her superbly firm globes. He fleetingly paused in his fucking movements, allowing him to stroke and squeeze the supple flesh as his tongue began to run feather-light around the edge of one dark nipple. 

But Grace did not want him to stop and thrust her hips against him, urging him to continue with their lovemaking. The bed shook violently beneath them as Daniel responded, but not sufficiently urgently for Grace, who mouthed out "faster" to him.

Her beautiful and urgent face had an ungraceful look of determination at being so close to reaching an orgasm. She felt him comply with her wishes, her obvious desire transmitting itself to his heaving body. He began to put his entire being into fucking this woman, his thrusts accelerating and forcing Grace's sensuous, open lips to quiver with the effort of absorbing him. 

Moaning loudly now, she could feel her head bouncing up and down on the thick pillow as he thrust into her accepting body. His mouth began to open as he felt his own orgasm approaching, and Grace whimpered with helplessness and desire as his thrusts continued faster and faster. Realising how close he was, her slim arms pulled his sweating brow to hers.

"Not yet, baby, not yet. First, make me cum, baby. Please... make me cum," she gasped.

Daniel looked into her face but saw only dilated pupils, blurry with raw desire. She wrapped her tanned arms around his shoulder, heaving him closer and deeper as the end quickly approached, both sweating wildly now. Unwrapping the long legs that had for some time wrapped themselves around his broad back, Grace wearily lowered them to the bed, feeling her muscles tighten as she did so, allowing Daniel to slide his strong hands underneath her heaving buttocks.

He lifted Grace up and off the bed, as if he was picking up a twig, his urgency adding strength to his heaving body. She was now half sitting on his lap, half leaning back. His fingers dug into her superbly firm buttocks as she rocked her curvy hips in time with his movements, lowering and raising herself like a dervish as they finally began to lose control. Grace pulled her head back slightly to watch his hooded eyes in anticipation of both their orgasms. 

Instead, she saw that Daniel was looking down. He had noticed her clitoris was now fully exposed as if begging to be touched. He grunted, with some effort shifting his impressive weight onto one straining arm while he slid the other down between her open legs. She gasped and thrust against him as he gently flicked her clitoris with his fingertip, and when he took it in his fingers and began to massage the sensitive little piece of flesh, her heaving body jerked involuntarily and she opened her mouth and screamed like a banshee.

She whimpered helplessly as the sweet release overtook her and as a second, even more intense orgasm overcame her, she bit into his neck, drawing blood. Daniel moved his hand away and placed it at the small of her curved back, urgently lifting her upwards as he fell back, so that now she sat fully on him. Knowing it was his time, she raised and lowered her body with each fevered thrust more pronounced than the last in her efforts to allow him his own release. 

He moaned a deep, guttural sound as she ground her sweating body up and down hard on top of him. She slowed the rotation of her hips as she fixed her small feet onto the mattress for extra purchase and having done so, it took only a few deep circular thrusts for her to take Daniel over the edge.

She felt him shudder inside her, his hands and arms gripping her tightly as he held her still. A split-second later she felt him begin to shake as he climaxed, and she used the timing to thrust uncontrollably against him, eager to encourage every last drop from his body and into hers. His breath came in gasps against her soft cheek, her weight on top of his hard body as he shot inside her, again and again.

It took them both a long, delicious while to recover. When she felt her breathing return to normal, Grace reached into the top drawer of the glossy white bedside table and slowly pulled out a small bag. It contained two joints of pot, with a little bit more of the drug filling up the bulging bottom of the light coloured bag. Her slender hand emerged with a lighter from the same location, and she carefully lit the two joints, handing one to Daniel. 

She knew that whilst he usually voiced opposition to what she saw as an innocent habit, he was usually more than willing to participate following a heavy lovemaking session. She took a couple of quick hits on her joint, and her shaded eyes glanced sideways to observe him do the same. Her eyes were half closed in contentment as she watched him hold in the smoke, long and deep. Then she did the same, finally released the smoke from her mouth and into the once clean air. 

The sex, combined with the buzz and euphoric feeling of the marijuana, completely relaxed their bodies and when they finished, Grace snuggled her body into Daniel's. As she drifted off into the unconscious world of dreams, she vaguely remembered that she had not yet told Daniel of Lauren's news. That could wait until the morning.

*

Despite their intense lovemaking, Daniel for some unknown reason found sleep hard to come by. He could just make out Grace's serene face breathing rhythmically beside him in the murky dark of the night. Why had such sessions become increasingly rarer, he asked himself, his mind returning to the negative thoughts that had started whilst waiting for Grace outside the club.

As sleep continued to elude him, he realised that his poker aspirations had become a barrier between him and Grace. But he naively believed that his success would make the difference. He had often found himself playing poker well into the middle of the night, after convincing himself that sleep was an unnecessary luxury, in the certainty that these countless hands online provided essential experience leading to future success.

And he had significantly improved his game, eventually moving up to high-stakes tables. It had taken a little time, but his game had sufficiently improved so that unbeknown to Grace he had gradually built up a nice little stack. At first, she had been supportive of him and had understood his dream, just as Daniel understood and supported hers. But pretty soon, his life revolved around three things – poker, his job and Grace. And that was when their relationship had begun to change. 

He glanced over again at Grace, squinting to make out her features in the dark. She seemed so peaceful and content in her sleeping state. He was tired now, but poker was on his mind and with a gentle, soft, kiss on her warm forehead he began to crawl out of bed. A quick game of internet poker was probably just what he needed to help him sleep, he thought. He would worry later about work in the morning. 

He tiptoed from the bed to the door, stopping only to cover his naked body in a white cotton dressing gown, and quietly slipped outside the room and along the small corridor. He had no way of knowing that his difficulty in sleeping, and what he discovered as a result, would eventually change their lives forever. 

*

Grace had been sitting on the edge of their bed for a few moments, fully dressed, shaking Daniel's naked shoulder. She stood up as she saw an eye flutter open. 

"Hmmm, something made you sleepy," she purred. "There's a cup of tea on the bedside table. I make it you've got less than an hour to get to work."

As she started to turn to the door, Daniel abruptly sat up, grabbing her slim arm.

"Wait, Grace," he gasped excitedly.

Grace laughed as he pulled her back down onto the bed, raising a perfect eyebrow in amusement. 

"You want more? After last night, Mr Insatiable wants more?"

"No. It's not that," he corrected her, still holding her arm. "I've gotta tell you something." 

Grace ran her hand along his naked chest. "Well, I make it that you have less than an hour before you are late. And you know how Slim feels about that..." 

Daniel ignored her. "Listen, Grace. Last night I could not sleep. So eventually I went to play in a satellite tournament. 

"Wait a minute," she interrupted as his words hit home. Her voice was suddenly harsh and her eyes blazing. "You weren't able to sleep after..."

"Listen, Grace," he repeated, oblivious to her anger. "It was like fate. A satellite tournament was just about to start and it turned out to be one that offered the opportunity a shot for a $10,000 seat at the World Series of Poker. The World Series of Poker in Vegas, Grace!" 

But Grace had stopped listening. "You could not sleep after we fucked? And you played poker?" 

She almost spat out the words, her face reddening with rage as she jumped up.

"Please, Grace," he exhorted, his eyes wide. "It was only a $40 entry fee and I won the bloody thing. I actually won it Grace."

His words were sufficient to make Grace pause, her anger subsiding as she attempted to understand what he was telling her. She flopped back down on the edge of the bed, staring into his excited eyes.

"You... you won us a trip to Vegas?"

Daniel turned in the bed so that he was now fully facing her and took both of her hands in his, pulling her closer. 

"No, not yet..." he said, pausing as he saw the frustration rise in her eyes once again. "But it gives me free entry to a $600 tournament and if I finish in the top three in that one, we're on our way, babe." 

Grace snorted, pulling her hands away, "And if your Aunt was your Uncle..." 

She paused, looking at the crestfallen look on his face. Men could be such boys. All of a sudden, she did not have the heart to pour cold water on his enthusiasm, though his ever increasing obsession with poker had fast become a major problem in their relationship. It seemed to have taken precedence over everything, including her. And the fact that he had played last night, or rather in the early hours of this morning, after what had been an intense, but increasingly rare lovemaking session, just about summed up the current state of their relationship. 

But seeing her features soften, Daniel added more detail, assuring her that this was an incredible chance for them to visit Vegas, and for him to play in what he described as the world championship Main Event in the World Series of Poker. 




Vegas Ch. 01



"When?" she simply asked as she stood up from the bed, smoothing a cover as she did so.

"What?" Daniel stupidly asked.

"Assuming you win this trip. When is it? "

Daniel's face lit up. It seemed she was excited by the prospect. "July. Late July."

Her face gave way with a gentle smile at his enthusiasm and she raised her hands to her hips, staring down at him. 

"Well, the timing could not be better," she told him. "Remember I told you I had something exciting to tell you about Lauren? She has a modelling audition in the place of your dreams." 

When he frowned, she raised an eyebrow and added, "Las Vegas. Remember?"

Daniel's jaw dropped and this time, Grace gave him one of her affectionate grins. 

"That's right. All expenses paid. And she's needed out there late next month, too. So if you can win your opportunity, Mr Poker Hot Shot, we can all head out together."



Vegas Ch. 02



I have long wanted to write a storyline that is different to anything else that has been published on this site. This is it.

Although the central theme of the publication is poker, I have constructed the story so that it also works for those who have no interest in that subject and who wish to skip those sections. 

A number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, this story would not have been told.

This is my first attempt at writing and I know that having completed the novel, I have learnt so much more than I knew at the outset. Two areas of feedback are welcomed: 

 1. Encouragement that will inspire me to write more... and constructive criticisms that will help me improve. 

 2. Voting that will help me assess the enjoyment factor.... or otherwise. 

CHAPTER TWO: VEGAS AWAITS

It was the night of the tournament. There were one hundred and twenty-two entrants, all of whom were looking for their own piece of glory. Three seats at the World Series were on offer, together with two 'consolation' cash prizes for those in fourth and fifth position. But whilst those consolation prizes would further help Daniel's poker bank balance, and significantly so, there was only one prize he had in mind. That was a seat at the World Series. 

That was even more important now, he realised, following Grace's comment about Lauren. It felt like a challenge to his male ego... no pressure there, then, he thought, but if anything he was even more focused as he sat in front of his computer. He leant back in the chair awaiting the tournament bell that would soon burst forth, signalling the impending start of a journey to his destiny. He was so concentrated that he hardly noticed when Grace silently padded out of the bedroom. 

Her artificial rasping cough, designed to gain his attention, jerked him from his thoughts. He gave a little jump of surprise and swung his black, low-backed computer chair in her direction. She had deliberately adopted a provocative stance, her slim back resting against the bedroom door and tanned hand resting on her shapely hip. Daniel's eyes widened when he saw her pose, and he gave a low whistle as his eyes surveyed the small, black, cocktail dress she was wearing. 

"You look fantastic," he blurted, almost involuntarily.

"Thank you," Grace purred, not altogether appreciatively, crossing her tanned arms whilst maintaining the pose. 

She slowly pushed herself up and away from the door and took a single step forward, arching her back so as to emphasise the cleavage of her breasts that were prominently displayed over the low cut top. 

"Would you like to come with me tonight," she said, her soft voice deliberately low, knowing in advance what the answer would be.

"I can't, Grace," he replied, raising an eyebrow at the question. "You know that."

"Do I?" she asked, her voice heavy with disdain. "And why is that, Daniel. Why is it that we never seem to go anywhere together nowadays? Please explain?" 

She took another step closer as he sighed. They both knew they had played out this scene before. He did not reply, not wanting to get involved in an argument just before the biggest poker game of his life.

"Well?" Grace quizzically asked, knowing how difficult she was being.

"Grace, you know I'm playing in a poker tournament. I've explained all that to you, haven't I? You know what the prize is!" His voice was becoming exasperated.

Grace sighed deeply, and then threw down the challenge. "Is poker more important than an evening with me?" 

This was an argument that Daniel knew he could not win. He rose swiftly from the swinging chair and in a couple of steps had closed the small distance between them. 

"You know it isn't," he responded, attempting to take her in his arms. 

"It isn't?" she repeated, fixing him with a piercing stare and taking a step back even as he moved towards her.

"Grace, if I finish in the first three, we win a trip to Vegas..."

"And how do you rate your chances?" she asked. "You told me there are well over a hundred people playing, most of whom have paid $600 for the privilege!" 

She knew she was being unreasonable, but it was so long since they had been invited out together, she felt like being unreasonable.

Daniel again attempted to take her in his arms but she took another small step backwards. As they stood there for an uncomfortable few seconds, just staring at one another, the bell signalling the start of the tournament rang out. Their eyes simultaneously jerked towards the small computer screen. 

"I know, I know. Your important tournament is starting", Grace spat out, almost contemptuously adding, "Good luck." 

A few seconds later she had reached the door and he watched as it swung closed behind her. He hated them parting after an argument, but as the cards hit the screen, he had no time to dwell on that thought. In fact, with her in this sort of mood, it was almost a blessing that she was spending the evening at her dinner party. That allowed him to give this opportunity the full concentration it demanded and he knew that she would come back from her evening feeling much better. 

As Daniel anticipated, the tournament was tough from the very beginning. Because of what was at stake, players were cautious. Not only were very few moves being made, but the pace of play was a little slower than normal for online poker. During the early stages, Daniel had time to reflect on the considerable amount of 'on screen' conversation taking place, most of which centred on the prizes at stake.

Several players spent some time promoting the fact that they had already played at the legendary Binion's Horsehoe Casino in downtown Las Vegas, as well as the plusher Rio which was located just off the Strip. The Rio, of course, had taken over from Binion's as the home to the World Series of Poker.

Presumably, Daniel thought, the online posturing was an effort by some to improve their table image without playing a card. But this macho effort to enhance their status was wasted. Or rather, it was wasted on him. He was unusually confident, feeling an almost eerie sense of calm. As far as he was concerned, the Practically Poker prize of a round trip airfare, plus accommodation, was there for the taking. 

He would need a fair share of luck, certainly, but knew his game was razor sharp and if he could avoid any silly mistakes…. 

*

It was almost half past eight when Grace arrived outside the impressive apartment complex. The taxi driver was an unkempt, dirty looking individual who had insisted on smoking throughout the journey. She had felt uncomfortable when he had picked her up, his eyes running over her body and taking in every inch from head to toe. That was more than Daniel had done tonight, she thought, but nevertheless was more than relieved when they reached her destination.

She again thought of Daniel as the taxi was pulling to a stop. She knew her attitude was probably unreasonable and that it was not possible for him to accompany her tonight. The poker tournament was, after all, an excellent opportunity for him. And also for her, she knew, especially in the light of Lauren's audition. 

But she felt that his chances of finishing in the top three were pretty small, based on his explanation of what was at stake. And in any case, that was not the point. Her female instinct intellectualised the situation as yet another example of poker coming first, and she was rapidly approaching the end of her tether with that situation. Poker was beginning to drive a massive wedge between them. 

She refused to give the lecherous taxi driver a tip and simply dropped her fare into his thick, grubby hand. With some relief, she left the smoke ridden interior and lightly stepped onto the adjacent kerb.

When the evening invitation had arrived, she had accepted with relish, a good opportunity for her to meet up over a meal with friends from the music world. And at Thomas's apartment, at that! Who knows what sort of contacts she might make, she encouragingly thought. But it was not only that possibility that excited her. It had been some time since she had let her hair down and she was determined to take full advantage. If Daniel missed out, that was his loss.

Once inside the impressive looking apartment complex, she took a deep breath before setting out across the large, cold, lobby. The plush lift quickly ascended to the top floor and she hesitatingly looked around her as she stepped out and on to the impressive, wooden panelled floor. Taking the few steps to the heavy oak door signalling Thomas's apartment, she ran her hand through her shining hair before pressing the large, white bell located on the left hand side. 

*

As there was not a great deal going for Daniel in the early stages of the tournament, he resolved just to stay out of trouble. But although he made the decision to simply focus on picking up the odd pot where he could, the problem was that not many of them were coming his way. That remained the case throughout the first couple of hours of play and it was only by making the occasional move at the right time that he managed to remain around average in chips for both the table and tournament. 

But he knew he could not continue like this and that before long, if he remained card-dead, he would be forced into attempting to make something happen. And that, he knew, was fraught with danger. Just as he began to seriously wonder if this was to be his night after all, he was dealt King-Queen in late position. The board flopped Queen-Queen-Ace and after enticing a call from two over ambitious players on the turn and river, his confidence and chip stack were up and running.

The next opportunity arrived with the blinds 100-200, and a 25-chip ante. Daniel had watched a player to his left, Dark Warrior, becoming more and more aggressive. He knew he could not have the goods each time but that the trick was choosing the right moment against this table bully and chip leader. Whilst Daniel knew Dark Warrior could break him, he also felt that given an average degree of luck, he could also double him up. That would take him close to the chip lead.

It took twenty minutes before the opportunity arose. He was in the big blind, and once again, Table Bully made a good sized raise. Daniel felt there was an excellent chance of his being ahead with the Ace-Five of diamonds and he made the call. His chip stack was up to around 9,500 at that point and his call cost him 600, three times the big blind. The flop was beautiful: 

Ace-Two-Three, two of which were diamonds. 

Daniel held top pair and a straight flush draw. He checked and Dark Warrior tried to take it there and then, with a pot sized raise. That confirmed to Daniel that Table Bully had missed, or possibly also held a flush draw. Either way, Daniel reasoned that his hand was well ahead. He gave a Hollywood pause before calling the bet. 

The turn produced the seven of diamonds. 

Unless the board paired on the river, his nut flush had him home and dry. The question was how to extract maximum value? Daniel bet nine hundred chips, making it appear as if he wanted to prevent a big bet. The most basic of moves but either Table Bully fell for it, or he had hit his flush too. He went over the top with another pot-sized bet. Daniel knew the Bully was aggressive but this was ridiculous. There was only one move. He pushed all-in.

To his surprise the Bully made an immediate call. In the time it took to turn over the cards, Daniel was praying that the Bully had the flush and not a set or two pair, either of which would have made him vulnerable to the river.

His prayers were answered. Dark Warrior turned over King–Queen of diamonds. All of a sudden, Daniel's stack was approaching 20,000 chips. 

The Bully responded by going all-in next hand with pocket Queens and went out of the tournament to pocket Kings. Those who live by the sword, Daniel thought….

*

It was Thomas himself who answered the door to Grace, his eyes widening into a broad smile as he saw her. He planted a warm kiss on both perfect, rosy cheeks and then stood to one side. As she floated past him into the room, Grace was stunned at both the size and opulence. Thomas rolled his eyes as he read her thoughts. 

"I know! Everybody loves it! I have great taste, don't I?" he said.

He laughed to himself at his own little joke, though his sparkling eyes told Grace that he was pleased at her reaction. But before she could comment, they were interrupted by another shrill ring of the door bell. He kissed her once more, telling her to wander around and make herself comfortable and that he would soon catch up with her. She nodded and turned away as he opened the door to his next guests.

Her bright eyes scoured the room, quickly falling on some of people she knew. They were standing amongst a small crowd gathered beside the large, balcony window, and she immediately made her way over to them, collecting a glass of wine on the way. She warmly greeted those she knew, and was then introduced to those she had not previously met. The atmosphere was good and as the sound of laughter filled the air, she was determined to make the most of the evening. 

A good hour or so passed, full of conversation, laughter, and more wine than was good for her so early in the evening. Thomas eventually rejoined her, threading his light arm around her curvy, slim waist. Just as Grace was about to compliment him on a wonderful atmosphere, seemingly out of nowhere a young woman entered her line of sight, capturing Grace's almond eyes and carefully holding on to them. 

The woman had smooth, dark, mocha skin that seemed to glisten and a head full of soft curly tiny ringlets that were tantalisingly piled on top of her light blonde head. She wore perfect makeup that accentuated her sultry, light blue eyes and her short, gold, sparkly evening dress daringly displayed a deliciously low plunging neckline. Her face was familiar, thought Grace, but she could not immediately place it.

She was stunning, thought Grace, as she returned her stare. The blonde excused herself from those around her and seemed to float over to where Grace was standing. Grace stood transfixed as the woman's searching blue eyes took in the whole of her body as she approached and remarkably, she felt herself flush with embarrassment. She was not into woman but she definitely felt a reaction. 

Grace found herself thinking that the woman's confidence was impressive, her breath coming in quick, rhythmic gasps as she stared at this sensual young and somehow familiar blonde. Although Thomas inadvertently broke the spell by stepping between them and beginning to talk to Grace, she peered over his tapered shoulder and saw that the woman was sipping from her glass of chilled white wine whilst openly returning her interested gaze.

She stood with one arm stretched across her sparkly and very shapely waist, whilst her tanned left hand held the wine glass to eye level. Above the glass, her striking blue eyes bore into Grace's with a direct, knowing look unlike anything Grace had previously experienced. It was just then that Thomas lightly tapped a knife on his own glass to ensure he gained people's attention. 

"My dears," he said to the gathering in general, searching people's eyes to ensure no-one escaped his moment. "If you care to follow me into the next room, dinner is served". 

With that, he grasped Grace's hand and pulled her along with him, almost making her stumble as he hurried into his sumptuous dining room. People followed, one by one taking their seats at the large, smoked glass table, until Grace realised with a slight start that the blonde had slid onto the glass chair next to hers. Before they could introduce themselves to one another, Thomas was delicately tapping onto his glass again to once more gain attention.

"Okay, everyone, I just want to wish you all the most perfect evening, and if you forgive me for a moment, for those of you who don't know," he said, pulling Grace unsteadily to her feet on his left, "This is Grace, and one day she's going to be a big star. So for all of you with connections, make sure you tell them, please."

He raised his glass in his small, white, hand as he ended his speech. "To Grace." 

People boisterously shouted approval as they heard the toast, and applauded as they waited for Grace to take her seat. Gently and elegantly, Grace lowered herself to the glass chair, blushing furiously at finding herself the centre of attention.  

What on earth had made Thomas do such a thing, she briefly wondered. But even as she did so, she realised that the blonde sitting in the chair to her left had placed a delicate hand on her slim arm and was smiling at her. Her small tongue was running sensually over her glossy, red lips as she gently stroked Grace's soft skin. Grace looked into her pale blue eyes. She was certain she knew this woman. 

*

The demise of the Table Bully seemed to confirm the change in Daniel's fortunes and on the very next hand he was dealt pocket sevens. 

The flop was Ace-King-Four and when he bet an exploratory 250, everyone folded.

This was beginning to feel easier than it had half an hour ago, he thought. One hand later, he re-raised to four times the big blind on the button, with Two-Three off suit, and again, everyone paid their respect and folded. 

Daniel showed his hand, sending a clear message to the table that he was willing to play anything and if they wanted to challenge that, they had better be prepared to risk all their chips. And as a result, although his cards died away for a while, he still took more than his share of pots with average hands. 

Around ten minutes later he was moved to a different table where two other players, Wonderman and Raven, had similar chip stacks to his. Unusually, all three were in the top ten for the tournament and Daniel resolved to avoid confrontation. There would be plenty of time for that later. 

No sooner had he made the decision than he was dealt pocket queens, and put in a sizeable raise. Wonderman went over the top, pushing all-in. A key moment in the tournament, Daniel knew, and he thought for a long time before folding. 

Wonderman voluntarily showed pocket Kings. 

Daniel hissed, "Yes," to himself, pumping his arm into the empty air. 

The following hand Daniel was dealt pocket eights. The same sequence followed. Daniel raised. Wonderman went all-in. There was not so long a pause this time before Daniel folded and again Wonderman showed, this time, Big Slick. 

The very next hand, Daniel was dealt pocket Kings. He made the same raise, three times the big blind and remarkably enough, for the third successive hand, Wonderman moved all-in again. Just like that. Daniel knew he had him. He knew that Wonderman had become too ambitious, had made one aggressive move too many, and was about to get his comeuppance. 

He was about to call when for some weird reason, even as his finger reached out towards the 'call' button, he remembered hearing T J Cloutier once saying, 'When someone goes all in three times in a row, he's got Aces the third time.' 

Why it came into his mind at that precise moment he knew not, but in seconds it became an all pervading thought that was invading his psyche. This guy has Aces. Suddenly, he was sure. And the more he thought about it, the more certain he became. It was a no brainer. Call and he was out of the tournament. 

The on-screen alarm sounded, jerking Daniel out of his thoughts and demanding action. He had ten seconds remaining in which to make his decision. But that judgement had already been made. He folded. 




Vegas Ch. 02



Wonderman showed his Aces, the third successive confirmation that Daniel had made the correct read. The surge in his confidence was remarkable. By all rights, he could, and probably should, have been out with any of those hands. But whilst there was no doubting his chip stack was dented, he was still alive. 

He recalled Hellmuth saying he had only once folded Kings preflop in his career, and that he'd been right to do so. You and me both, Phil, he grinned.

The cards returned to normal, although Wonderman became carried away with his aggression and was mortally wounded half an hour later when Raven hit a straight on the river to Wonderman's two pair. Frustration crept in as a result and Raven finished him off soon after, slow playing the set he hit on the flop. 

Such are the vagaries of poker, Daniel thought. Wonderman was knocked out of the tournament when he, Daniel, could so easily have been. 

*

Grace watched as the blonde woman gracefully raised the cigarette to her glossy, red lips and then she breathlessly examined the flawless face as her perfect lips gracefully blew a smoke ring. The woman looked down at her fingers which had continued to gently stroke Grace's tanned arm, before leaning closer to her. 

"Hello," she said nonchalantly, blowing another smoke ring from that delicious looking mouth. "I'm Lisa," she said, with a radiant smile. 

Realisation appeared on every line of Grace's face. Her delicious, soft lips dropped open slightly as she let out a small gasp. No wonder this incredibly attractive blonde had a presence that Grace found unnerving. This was Lisa Welles. She had appeared on the music scene two years ago and had nothing but success since then. Three number one's Stateside and a bestselling album. How could she have failed to recognise her? She felt so stupid as she hesitatingly responded. 

"I'm... I'm Grace." 

Even as she spoke, Lisa was already nodding, her blonde hair shaking gently as she did, a lock tantalisingly falling across her right eye. Her slim right hand brushed it away whilst her soft fingers continued to caress Grace's forearm. She smiled at Grace as she spoke. 

"I know. I watched your performance at Thomas's place," she gently purred. "And I can tell you, Thomas is right. With a voice like you have, and a face and body to match, you are destined for stardom, Grace". 

Grace blushed at the brazen compliment and as she did, Lisa's fingers moved into longer sweeping stokes along her tanned arm. 

"And I know what I'm talking about," the blonde continued. 

Grace hesitated, wondering if this sensual woman was serious. The perfect, blue eyes continued to lock onto Grace and held her gaze. Lisa's lightly painted blue eyelids began to hood and there was something sensual about the look that sent a surge of something run through Grace's body. Surely it could not be arousal?

"That's so flattering," she hesitantly responded.

She was blushing now and she tried to slow her rapid breathing, feeling she had to try to break the spell she had fallen under.

With a lump in her throat, she mumbled, "Lisa, I love your music. I adore your voice. You've achieved so much, so quickly. But can I ask, what are you doing here?" 

Lisa smiled again, her eyes burning into Grace's. 

"This is where I started," she said, raising an eyebrow and then laughing at the puzzled look on Grace's face. "Really, I did! A couple of years ago I was performing at Thomas's club!" 

As Grace's jaw dropped, Lisa gave a long, delicate, feminine laugh. Her hand finally left Grace's arm as she shuffled to the side, moving sideways in her chair so that she could face Grace. Then, deliberately and slowly, she seductively crossed and then uncrossed her long, bare legs. She watched Grace's aroused eyes drop to her tanned limbs and allowed her thighs to part slightly under her gaze. Grace's tongue involuntarily ran across her full lips and Lisa smiled before continuing.

"It's true," she huskily explained. "Then I got a break in America and the rest, as they say, is history. As for being here tonight, Thomas knew I was in England. He asked me to see you at his club and then invited me along here tonight." 

Grace's puzzled look returned. "To... to see me?" she hesitatingly asked.

"Exactly. The people I'm with are always searching for new talent and each Angel is expected to unearth at least one."

"Angel....?" stammered Grace.

Lisa's eyes briefly clouded over, but then they cleared and she again crossed her shapely legs, momentarily distracting Grace.

"A pet name," she dismissively said. "The point is that we are always seeking out talented new female singers. As it happens, I keep in touch with Thomas and he enthusiastically mentioned that he had a potential star on his hands. And he was right!"

She leant closer to Grace, who blushed again. Partly from the kind words, but also because Lisa's cleavage left nothing to the imagination as she sat forward.

"But why do you only search for female singers?" Grace asked, attempting to pull her eyes away and concentrate on Lisa's face.

Lisa's eyes clouded again, but their conversation was interrupted with the arrival of the food. Before they could resume their conversation Thomas interceded, and began to engage Grace in a rather long story about his own musical career. Although her mind was elsewhere, Grace listened attentively, smiling appreciatively where required and giving a gentle laugh whenever she felt it was needed. 

But even as Thomas spoke, Grace became lost in her own thoughts. Her eyes darted around the table as she wondered what it was about this woman that impacted on her. And what was the impact that she felt? It was unbelievable that Lisa Welles, the Lisa Welles, was interested in her singing. But there seemed to be a little more to it than that. Lisa had looked at Grace in such a strange way, perhaps trying to figure out what Grace was all about? 

Whatever it was, Grace was fully aware that Lisa had created feelings inside her that she had never previously felt with another woman. It was just as well that Daniel had not accompanied her, she thought to herself as she giggled inside and ran her slight hand through her silken hair. She realised that during the course of the evening she had consumed far too much wine than was good for her, but the thought did not prevent her from raising her glass to her waiting lips once more.

She stared happily at the thick, red lipstick stain on the rim of the otherwise sparkling glass before throwing back her pretty head and draining the contents. Immediately, she felt the alcohol begin to kick in, reinforcing the amount she had already consumed during the evening. But despite the warm and light-headed feeling running through her head, she felt sure she remained sufficiently in control of herself. 

She poured herself another full glass, quickly finishing it off as she stared vacantly around the table. Thomas was in animated conversation with a big, bald man dressed in a crumpled linen suit. They were talking heatedly about something, their chairs turned to face one another, voices raised, but the occasional shrill bursts of laughter that broke out from time to time showed that the discussion was friendly enough. 

Meanwhile, an attractive younger man sitting across from Grace, casually dressed in an open neck white shirt, was leaning back in his chair whilst staring directly at Grace. When he saw that she had finally caught his too obvious stare, he ran a hairy hand through his thick, curly, black hair and leant forward. 

"You're a very beautiful woman. You know that, Grace?" he began. "What about you and I..." 

It was then that Grace felt a sudden tap on her tanned shoulder. Lisa was standing next to her, hand on hip as her pale blue eyes bore into her own. 

"I need the ladies room," she breathed sultrily. "Would you like to come along?"

Strands of her curly blonde hair had now fallen seductively over one bare shoulder. Grace's eyes took in the soft hair, following a long strand that fell down to meet the thrusting cleavage as Lisa leant forward to speak. Her mouth felt dry as her eyes were magnetically drawn to the outline of the hard bullet like nipples that appeared to be close to bursting through the fabric of Lisa's dress. 

"Sure," Grace immediately responded.

She almost reluctantly drew her eyes back from the cleavage to Lisa's amused face as she slowly and unsteadily rose from her seat, so as not to fall over. 

"Sorry," she said, glancing back at her curly haired admirer.

Grace placed her hand on the edge of the glass chair as she stood, her long legs unsteadily beginning to follow Lisa out of the room. They walked along the short narrow hall that led towards the restrooms and as she followed this sensual singing star, her mobile phone rang. She hurriedly retrieved the small silver phone from her handbag and checked the screen. It was Daniel. She thought for no more than a moment before dropping it, unanswered, back into her bag.

*

Daniel's fingers scratched the back of his neck as he returned the phone to its cradle, wondering why Grace had not answered. That was unusual as she normally carried her phone with her everywhere. Either she was well and truly pissed at him and was refusing to answer, or she was caught up in something that was pre-occupying her. He would find out when she arrived home later, he thought, heading for the tiny kitchen area. 

He filled the chrome kettle, clicking the on-switch after he did so. He only just had time to make coffee during the short five-minute interval and knew from experience that the effect of the caffeine would keep him alert and primed for the final stages of the tournament. He picked up an unread poker magazine whilst he waited for the familiar sound of the kettle beginning to boil. 

The magazine featured a photograph of Chris Moneymaker, with the caption 'The Moneymaker Effect.' Daniel reflected that poker had changed considerably since 2003, as the result of that unlikely victory. Just as he was now attempting to do, Moneymaker had qualified in a satellite that year, and had subsequently carried off the $2.5 million first prize for his outlay of just thirty-nine dollars on pokerStars.com. 

Since then Moneymaker had faded badly, but it was as a result of the boom he unknowingly created that Daniel, and literally millions of new young Internet players, were as addicted to the game as they was now. And if he could just outlast the reducing number of players remaining in this tournament, Daniel knew that his own dream of competing at the World Series would come true.

Drawing himself back to the present, he made the coffee and tossed the teaspoon into the sink before hurrying to the bathroom to relieve himself. He also made a point of washing his face with cold water to ensure he remained fresh and alert. As he heard the sound of the restart, he threw the fluffy white towel back onto the rail, collected his coffee and returned to the computer.

*

Lisa led Grace through a door on the right of the corridor, which opened into a quite sumptuous large bathroom. She walked around the room, circling around Grace as if prowling her prey. As she did, she traced her elegant long fingers over the white, Egyptian towels before almost sensually inhaling the lavender smell of the two dressing gowns on the back of the door. She ran her fingertips along the back of the white, wicker couch, before leaning forwards to check her hair in the mirror.

Grace silently watched her, drawn into the game but not yet taking part. As Lisa elegantly bent over the dressing table to peer in the mirror, with one leg stretched out behind her, Grace leaned unsteadily into the wall. A feeling of dizziness arrived but then passed just as quickly as she stared at Lisa's shapely calves. As the blonde provocatively bent further forward, Grace could not help but gawk at her long, smooth legs as her short, golden dress slid even further up her tanned thighs. 

Lisa dropped her bag on top of the dressing table and began searching through it. As much as Grace told herself she wanted to, she found could not draw her wide stare away from the back of those shapely, long legs. This was wrong, she hazily thought, she was not there to stare and ogle this singing star like some horny guy. 

Nevertheless, she stood spellbound as her eyes devoured the movement of Lisa's smooth, arched back as her delicate hands worked in front of her. Clearly Grace had had more to drink than she realised. Enough was enough, she thought to herself and tentatively took a step forward, attempting to see what Lisa was up to. It was then that the blonde star shot a triumphant grin over her shoulder. 

"That's better," she sighed contentedly. 

She sent another smug, satisfied smile over her shoulder towards Grace and then swayed to one side. Staring past her, Grace's stiffened momentarily in surprise as she saw Lisa had spread two small piles of white powder on the dark, dressing table surface. Returning her gaze to the blonde woman, she saw that Lisa provocatively held up a rolled up note in her slender fingers.

Before Grace could speak, Lisa tucked one end into her petite nose and lowered her face over the drug, loudly snorting up one of the lines. She leant her head back and held it there, her blue eyes firmly closed and a tiny amount of white powder coating the base of one of her nostrils. Grace watched in shock as this stunning young star swallowed a couple of times, before a pleasant, dreamy, sigh escaped from her sensuous, inviting, lips. 

She lowered her head and slowly turned to look at Grace, her eyes boring into her. 

"That feels much better. Now you, Grace," she said, holding out the note in her slightly shaking, right hand. 

It did not sound like a request, more like an instruction. Grace did not speak, but did not hesitate either. She reached a soft hand out and took the rolled up note from Lisa, who eased herself to one side to allow Grace to lean over the dresser. Lining up the bill with the remaining white line, she felt her heart thumping as she followed the blonde's lead, loudly inhaling as she moved over the line from top to bottom. 

As she did so she felt Lisa's encouraging hand caress her pliant neck and gently stroke her hair. When the drug had vanished, Grace uneasily flopped down in the wicker couch by the dresser, wondering what the reaction would be. Then the explosion of colours hit her. The room all of a sudden became brighter and she heard Lisa's soft breathing becoming louder as her soft fingers continued to sensually stroke along Grace's neck and shoulders. 

Grace could feel the sharp effect down her throat, it was a pleasant burning sensation that made her nose tingle. She raised her hand to gently rub her nostrils, feeling a sudden weariness in her legs as she leant her head back against the silk cushion. As her eyes fell closed, Grace realised she could see a spectrum of colours beneath her painted eye lids. She heard the sound of Lisa settling down next to her on the couch, her soft, stroking hand on Grace's firm thigh. 

"Wow, that was something," Grace gasped, her words slurring again.

Her eyes were a little hazy as she watched the blonde woman's tender, smiling face move closer to her own. As Lisa's mouth closed in on its target, Grace could see dizzying shapes and colours floating in the air between them. 

"Lisa...." she tentatively began, without knowing what she intended to tell her.

"Sssh," responded Lisa, her soft, beautiful mouth now only inches from Grace's. 

In what appeared to be slow motion, Grace watched Lisa's mouth bridge the gap with her own and felt the blonde star's wonderful, firm breasts make contact with her tanned arm. Her willing lips opened to accept Lisa's soft kiss and as she felt the delicate mouth and probing tongue, she knew that drug or no drug, she wanted this. 

*

Daniel carefully sipped at another mug of newly made coffee. He knew that, fortified by the caffeine, he was in a rhythm of playing solid, sensible, poker. He had made a point of staying out of the way of Raven, the clear chip leader, and had steadily begun to increase his chip stack again. He was feeling comfortable and in control. It was then, halfway through the session, that they were joined at the table by Billy, a new player whose chip count was similar to that of Daniel. 

For the second time that evening he decided to avoid confrontation with the other two big stacks at the table but once again, five hands later, found that somehow they had all became involved in a pot. The blinds were 300-600, with a 50-chip ante. He was dealt pocket fives and flat called Billy's opening raise of 2,400 chips. So did Raven, in the big blind. 

To Daniel's delight, there was a rainbow flop of Four-Five-King, two spades. 

Billy decide to play aggressively and bet the pot. Raven folded. Daniel thought carefully about his next move. He loved his set of fives but the spades worried him. He did not want to be outdrawn and after only five hands at the table, he had no idea as to Billy's style of play. But then, he reasoned, nor did Billy have a feel for him either. That made his mind up.

He moved all-in. There was a pause whilst Billy thought. The longer he waited, the more likely he would fold, Daniel knew, putting his opponent on King-rag. He was draining the last of his coffee when Billy surprised him. 

He called. He had Ace-King, both hearts. 

The turn was an Ace. 

Damn, thought Daniel, sitting up in his chair. Now Billy had two pair. That meant an Ace or a King on the river would end Daniel's dream. Do not do this to me, he silently prayed to the poker gods, repeating himself seconds before a Queen was displayed. After a momentary gasp when he saw paint, Daniel sighed with relief. Not only had he taken out a potentially dangerous opponent, but he was also in a strong position, second in chips overall.

That turned out to be the last of the excitement for a while. After that hand, the game seemed to develop into a war of attrition. No-one, Daniel included, appeared willing to risk too much at this late stage and with the cards seemingly running cold all over the table, the action slowed considerably. There were twenty-two players remaining when the next break arrived and as Daniel left the computer for more coffee, he thought that it would not be too long before Grace returned home.

*

Grace's painted eyelids closed as she felt Lisa's soft, probing tongue slide into her waiting mouth. Her own tongue responded as the blonde woman's insistent kiss uncomfortably pressed her head back and across the top of the wicker couch. Ignoring the discomfort, she urgently grasped Lisa's blonde hair, roughly pulling her head into hers. But Lisa had been in this situation many times before and was determined to be the one in control, gently easing her head back. 

Her light blue, sparkling eyes were flashing as she stared directly into Grace's half closed eyes. She gave a slow, sensuous grin as she saw the growing look of lust that she recognised so well. Grace's arousal was so obvious, so urgent and was such a turn-on. Lisa was going to enjoy this seduction, she thought, sliding against the white wood of the couch as she leaned into Grace and softly kissed her again, gently working her eager tongue back into the receptive, wet mouth. 

Grace felt Lisa ease her head to one side as the blonde star's gentle but insistent mouth left her lips and began gliding upwards behind her earring. As she did so, Lisa's slender hand traced its way across Grace's body. All too easily it found its way over the silken material of the dress and onto Grace's breast, feeling the delicious nipples hardening as her fingers stroked the receptive globe. 

Momentarily halting the caress, Lisa slid both hands up to Grace's shoulders, and swiftly yanked down the straps of her evening dress, eliciting a gasp of surprise and arousal from the entranced woman. As the flimsy silk of the dress fell away from her shoulders, Lisa's experienced fingers slid to the bra, roughly tugging it down and away from her thrusting breasts, the dark, hard nipples erect to her gaze. Her mouth slithered back to Grace's smooth neck as her busy hands reached around and undid the clasp holding the black bra, immediately pulling the garment from her.




Vegas Ch. 02



She held it between thumb and forefinger and allowed Grace's hooded eyes to follow the movement as she sensuously dropped it onto the thick carpet. Grace's eyes narrowed again, partly from the eroticism of the moment but also from the combined effect of the drink and drugs. Taking advantage, Lisa took hold of Grace's slender hand and gently guided it to her own waiting breast, her firm hand holding it in place. 

Through the soft, golden fabric of the dress, Grace could feel Lisa's nipple harden and again felt faint from the excitement of the moment. Lisa moved her body back a few inches and slowly reached behind her back, deftly unzipping her dress, her movements in exaggerated slow motion for full effect. She slowly pulled the gown down her curvy body, revealing the absence of any bra underneath. 

Grace's wide eyes widened even further as she realised that explained why Lisa's nipples had felt so wonderfully hard. She looked at the angel tattoo on Lisa's right breast and extended an arm upwards to take the breast in her hand, but Lisa shook her head as she gyrated gently backwards. If Grace was disappointed it was just for a moment as she realised that Lisa was just creating room to peel herself out of the dress and turned to throw it to the side. 

Grace saw a similar tattoo on her Lisa's buttock, an angel.

"Lisa, that tattoo..." she began to say, but a finger to her lips stilled her.

As Grace quietened, Lisa's hushing finger dropped between her lips and Grace's mouth devoured it, taking it inside and licking around the fingernail as if delivering fellatio. Lisa sat up, towering above Grace on the couch next to her. Her blue eyes devoured the beautiful body, lying obediently in wait of her next move. Leaning over the brunette, she rubbed her cool palms over Grace's aching breasts. 

Grace's sensuous mouth opened with pleasure, reacting to the touch s if it was a spark of electricity. Leaning back, Lisa grasped the silken material of the brunette's black dress, sharply tugging it down and off the perfect, tanned body. She couldn't help but smile inwardly as Grace compliantly lifted her firm, shapely bottom to give Lisa a better angle at which to fully remove the garment. 

Wasting no time, Lisa's grasping fingers attacked Grace's thin panties and tugged them down and away. Then, sitting back up for a moment, she paused for a few seconds before theatrically throwing them over her slender, naked shoulder. Her aroused eyes slowly surveyed the whole of Grace's athletic yet curvaceous body, now totally naked except for the pair of heels she wore on her feet. 

She eased herself above Grace again, her own fabulous half clad body just a few inches from the brunette. She tantalisingly brushed her own firm breasts against Grace's nipples, their flesh finally touching one other for the very first time. Grace obediently laid there, her eyes expectantly wide, completely and willingly in the control of this sexual predator of a woman. 

Lisa lowered her lips and planted soft, wet, kisses across Grace's full breasts, eliciting a soft moan of pleasure as she took first the left and then the right nipple in her mouth. She gently sucked on each erect bullet and then softly tugged them between her teeth. Grace gasped at the effect, before Lisa's licking tongue slid downwards into Grace's belly button. She rubbed her soft hands along Grace's opening thighs, eliciting another moan as she created more heat between them.

Her knees met the carpet as she slid in front of Grace, and she realised she was panting with excitement as she closed on Grace's glistening sex. It looked so smooth, except for the short, vertical stripe of tight brown curls mown to within a half-inch of her skin. Grace whimpered involuntarily as she felt Lisa's warm mouth part her glistening vulva and felt the delicious probing tongue slide into her soft entrance, before licking its way even deeper into her ravenous body. 

Lisa curled her tongue-tip upwards, in a successful effort to enhance Grace's pleasure. The gasps and moans coming from her victim, together with the feather like jerks of her body as it reacted to Lisa's touch, only served to encourage her further. With the backs of her delicate fingertips, she stroked Grace's inner thighs before deftly lifting her long legs up and over each of her shoulders. Comfortably adjusting them, she lowered her predatory mouth again and began to slide her soft, penetrating tongue with practiced ease between the velvet thighs. 

At the exquisite touch of the probing tongue, Grace moans began to increase in intensity and her lacquered fingernails dug into the wood of the couch as her new lover generously provided one new experience after another. Lisa smiled inwardly as she felt Grace stiffen under her hands as she ran her tongue in circular motions until she felt her G-spot swell into a rough-textured bump. She gleefully swirled her tongue over and around her sweet sex-button, Grace's loud groans becoming ever more audible as her sculpted thighs pressed tight against Lisa's ears. 

Grace could almost feel her clitoral hood open and tiny pink clitoris slither forward to meet Lisa's imaginative lips. The blonde star was fully engrossed in pleasuring the brunette, experience telling her that the woman was a virgin to another woman's touch. She increased the movements of her lips as she worked, teasing the clitoris to full, aching attention. Grace felt ripples of shameful pleasure radiating through her jerking body as Lisa's tongue pleasured her very being.

She felt her excitement mounting as Lisa's darting tongue expertly increased the pace. Her breath was coming in quick, rhythmic gasps and she willingly opened her legs further to grant Lisa better access. She knew this was all wrong, yet also knew that this wonderful woman's tongue was sensational. She cried out as she began to spiral uncontrollably upwards, her long fingernails clawing frantically at the couch and she gushed in unbearable sweetness into Lisa's seductive mouth.

*

As he sat through another short break, Daniel told himself that selective aggression was the key. If the cards came he would play them hard, but otherwise, he had got himself into a position where he could afford to pick and choose his spots. He could allow himself the luxury of adapting to how the game unfolded and not take unnecessary risks. He did not need to win this, a top three spot was his goal.

For some time, it appeared that others had a similar no-risk strategy and the pace was slow, with Daniel not seeing much in the way of cards. But he was okay with that as his approach ensured he continued to quietly build his chip stack. Soon even the remaining field was thinning out, with players either gradually ground down, or suffering one of the bad beats that seemed to becoming prevalent in these later stages. 

He was feeling in control when, at last, having played for well over five hours, they reached the Final Table. This had been fun, he thought to himself, but now that they had arrived at the business end of the tournament he knew he needed to renew his concentration. He had the chip lead, albeit not by much, and he desperately wanted one of those top three places. 

He used the two minute break to freshen himself in the bathroom. Feel good, play good, he told himself. He knew that now was the time for stepping up the pace but found that after twelve hands at the Final Table he had won only two small pots. So much for increasing the action, he told himself. But on the credit side, he had seen two people knocked out. Both, curiously enough, had seen their pocket aces fail to stand up to the river card after slow playing up to that point. Silly. 

With eight players remaining, his pot of gold was creeping ever closer.

Three hands later, a player named Stargazer went all-in in early position. Everyone folded to Daniel, in the small blind. Daniel had him chip dominated and was sitting with Big Slick staring out from the screen in front of him. And it was suited, at that. Stargazer had played very conservatively at the Final Table but he was running out of chips and Daniel knew the decision was a no brainer. He called and Stargazer's cards were shown as Nine-Ten of diamonds. 

Stargazer had made his move at the wrong time, but then he had not really had much option, his dwindling chip stack forcing him into that position. And, thought Daniel, the suited connectors made Stargazer not too big a dog, either. But although the flop gave his opponent some hope with a flush draw, the turn and river did not help and Daniel won the hand with Ace high. Seven players remaining.

The very next hand was the most remarkable to date and Daniel was more than happy to fold his Three-Four off suit and watch the hand unfold. He stood up from his chair to stretch his legs, as his eyes remained riveted on the screen. There were three all-ins. Pocket Aces. Pocket Kings. Pocket Queens. Unbelievable!

This time there was not a bad beat in waiting, the Aces stood up and the only lady at the table, AmazonWoman, prevailed. As her stack had been bigger than either of the other two players, she took them both out and now there were only five players remaining. At the very least Daniel knew he was going to win some good money for a fourth or fifth place, but fourth or fifth was not in his mind at that point. He would see that as an excruciating failure. It was top threeor nothing. As simple as that.

Daniel, Raven and AmazonWoman held similar chip stacks and the two other players would be there or thereabouts if they doubled up just once. But Daniel scented blood. He caught a pair of pocket sevens and raised three times the big blind. One of the two shorter stacks, Huey Axe Man, called and the flop was King-Queen–Queen. 

Huey Axe Man raised a small amount. Daniel called. 

The turn card was an eight and Huey Axe Man made the same bet. 

That made no sense to Daniel. He pondered for a short time, attempting to put Huey Axe Man on a hand, and evaluating whether to come over the top. He was unsure whether the Axe Man was slow playing and if that was so, Daniel knew his hand could be dead right now. His uncertainty brought caution and he simply made the call. 

The river was another seven. That gave Daniel a full house. Huey Axe Man made exactly the same small bet, but such was the position with his stack that with so few chips remaining, it made no sense. Daniel put him all-in and after a few long moments of thought, Axe Man called and displayed his Ace–King. Daniel sighed. Axe Man's two pair and had been well ahead until the river claimed another victim. 

Now there were four. 

Daniel decided to go after the remaining short stack, and with two folds to his small blind, put him all-in despite being dealt Ten-Two. All poker players know that hand as a 'Doyle Brunson' as these were the cards with which Texas Dollie, one of the truly great poker players of all time if not the greatest, clinched his back-to-back world titles in 1976 and 1977. 

Daniel knew he was no Brunson, but felt it would be kind of neat to finish the tournament with that hand. When Short Stack called with pocket fives and the flop came down Ten-Jack-Seven, he was on his way out. 

Two rags confirmed his exit and at long last, Daniel had done it. He felt a sense of euphoria. He and Grace were Vegas bound. He looked down at his hands and realised they were actually shaking with excitement. Taking a moment or two to gather himself after punching the air, he picked up the phone and called Grace again to share his triumph. After several moments, he laid the slender phone back in its black cradle. Still no reply. 

He decided to wait for her in bed, instead.

*

It had taken Grace some time to come down from her orgasm. Eventually, her eyes slithered open again and her full lips smiled down at Lisa, who sat expectantly by her small, dainty feet. The blonde singing star was completely naked now. Lisa waited until she had her new conquest's full attention, and then slowly leaned back on the carpet. Propping herself up on her elbows, she held Grace's eyes as she slowly opened her long smooth legs, tantalisingly exposing her beautifully blonde thatch of pubic hair.

It was then that Grace's mobile phone rang again, and she instantaneously knew it was Daniel. Her eyes searched Lisa's as she hesitated, but the blonde woman slowly shook her head and Grace obeyed the unspoken command. Lisa slid a slim hand around Grace's tanned leg and gently but insistently pulled her down onto the floor beside her. Lisa crawled onto Grace's stomach and took hold of both of her full breasts, cupping them as if feeling the weight.

Her soft, narrowed eyes watched Grace's reaction and it was only after she heard her groan of satisfaction that she allowed their lips to meet again. As Lisa stroked the erect nipples, her tongue interplayed with Grace's in a gentler, less urgent way than before. Then Lisa broke the kiss and looking down into the almond coloured expectant eyes staring back at her, she turned herself around and lowered her body until they were posed in a classical soixante-neuf. 

Grace's immediate alarm dissipated with the realisation that she not only wanted to taste this woman, but she needed to bring her something of the pleasure that Lisa had already brought her. She raised her head just sufficiently to take a first hesitant lick and Lisa's waiting sex gleefully opened to her touch. Grace hesitantly eased her tongue deep inside and heard Lisa give a feline growl of pleasure.

Emboldened at the sound, Grace placed both her hands on Lisa's firm hips and pulled her body closer to her face. Although she was uncertain in her movements to begin with, she gradually began to master the position and her continual soft sucking brought Lisa's clitoris slithering urgently into her warm, waiting mouth. Suitably encouraged, she renewed her efforts but then almost came again herself, as in return she felt Lisa's tongue engage with her own sex. 

Lisa licked at the brunette with feline grace, so much so that immediately Grace was so close again, her hips shifting urgently against the blonde woman's firm grip. With a great effort she tried to switch off from her own feelings so that she could first take this beautiful singing star to orgasm. Her inexperienced tongue movements became even more frenzied, but her determination was sorely tested as Lisa took their animal actions to a new level.

She rotated her hard tongue gently across Grace's heated furrow, creating wonderful new sensations which resulted in the brunette realising that her second climax was building with a delicious inevitability. Feeling the increasingly frantic movements of the undulating body beneath her, Lisa pulled back. Her touch, up to then so firm, became lighter so that her tongue was barely in contact with the woman writhing beneath her. 

Grace raised her hips in encouragement but the blonde woman was not going to be hurried. She wanted them both to reach their destination at the same time. 

Grace lost track of time as with slow, sensuous, licking movements, Lisa increased the intensity of the sensations, sending the brunette hurtling towards her impending climax. But Grace was fully involved in the race to orgasm and determined not to be outdone, she took Lisa's clitoris back in her mouth. Within seconds, her raw, improvised, frantic, sucking and chewing motions had its desired effect and she felt Lisa moan out aloud.

The blonde woman's thighs heaved urgently in response to the renewed attention, until with a final, frantic, fluttering of tongues, they shuddered together.

*

Daniel was eagerly waiting to greet Grace when she returned, jumping up in the bed when she pushed open their bedroom door. For a moment, Grace was concerned that her eyes, dress, demeanour, our even her smell, would give her away. But Daniel had other things on his mind and without even thinking to ask about her evening, he immediately and excitedly told Grace about his success – and Vegas. 

"That's simply wonderful," she cooed, not really taking it all in. 

She felt excited, tired and yet, even now, extremely aroused. She had been seduced by another woman, and a major singing sensation at that. But she had easily and quickly become a willing participant and had loved every single moment of their time together. Her thoughts remained on a sexual high.

Wandering across to the dresser, she parted her ruffled brown hair with her favourite brush. She turned her head to fix Daniel with a long stare as her thoughts revolved around the happenings of the evening, and about Vegas. He grinned back happily at her, clearly proud of his achievements. And so he should, she graciously thought, turning her head back to the bedside mirror. 

She had not expected this news, and if everything Lisa had told her was true, the Vegas trip could prove a nice finale to their relationship.

"Vegas, Grace," he repeated, his sleepy eyes still shining as he interrupted her thoughts. "You and I are going to Vegas."

"And Lauren," she absentmindedly added before turning away.

As she slowly brushed her silken brown hair, undoing the tangles that had accumulated through the evening's events, her mind drifted back to Lisa. And it was not long before her still aroused body beginning to respond to those thoughts.

"Yes, and Lauren," he agreed, stretching his arms upwards and yawning out loud, before adding, "When I get details through we can co-ordinate everything."

Grace slowly stood up and looked at him again as he slumped back against the bedcovers. Then she turned on her heels and walked towards the bathroom, shedding her clothes on the way. 

"I'm going to take a shower, be out in a few," she simply said, closing the bathroom door behind her and wearily leaning her naked body against it.

In the shower, the effects of the drug finally began to wear off, the euphoria shifting into a quickly growing headache as the warm water washed over her. Shampooing her silken hair, she washed herself as she recalled all that had happened. Her mind flashed back to Lisa's fingers and tongue, and the way she had aroused Grace to a level that she had previously been undiscovered.

As she recalled the way she had responded to Lisa's urgings, Grace felt herself growing stimulated and aroused again. She felt her eager hand move stealthily down and across her skin towards the clitoris that was unsheathing itself in search for more action. Her thoughts turned to Daniel. Perhaps he would be interested in celebrating his success? Reaching a long arm up to turn off the water, she quickly dried herself and after towelling her wet hair, she tiptoed back into the bedroom. 

The small bedside lamp gave off a dull, cream coloured light and she saw that Daniel was now lying under the covers, clearly ready for sleep. His body was moving softly as he gently dozed and Grace gave a mischievous smile to herself. Sliding her nude body into the warm bed next to his, she knew that for a short time at least, sleep was not going to be an option for either of them. She needed to be fucked. 

Grace turned her body away from him but as she did, she snaked a soft hand behind her, gently beginning to manipulate Daniel's manhood to full erection. It did not take long for her ministrations to have the desired effect. As she felt him grow Grace turned her head towards him, capturing his sleepy lips with her own. 

Daniel responded, quickly leaving his sleepened state behind and as the kiss deepened, he attempted to pull her body around to his. He was puzzled for a moment as he felt her pull away, until he saw her roll over onto all fours, drawing her knees underneath her until they touched the plump undersides of her breasts. This was not one of their usual positions, but as Grace sank down onto her elbows, Daniel knew that she wanted to be fucked doggie style. 




Vegas Ch. 03



This is my first attempt at writing, having been inspired by a small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story in tribute to them.

I know that having completed the novel, I have learnt so much more than I knew at the outset. Two areas of feedback are welcomed: 

 1. Comments of encouragement that will inspire me to write more... and constructive criticism that will help me improve. 

 2. Voting that will help me assess the enjoyment factor.... or otherwise. 

CHAPTER THREE: ARRIVAL

The nonstop flight from London, Gatwick had taken a little under ten hours and they were circling around Las Vegas, awaiting approval to land at the McCarron airport. The flight had passed relatively quickly, with the two beautiful sisters engaged in excited conversation for long periods, frequently laughing out loud as they talked. 

Daniel, meanwhile, when not overdosing on movies, had his head buried in one of three poker books that he had purchased after winning his satellite tournament. It was not so much that he expected to do well in the World Series Main Event tournament at that point, but rather he was determined to put on the best show possible. 

His sole goal was to make the most of the experience, in the hope that he would become a better player as a result. Before travelling, he had received a notification from the WSOP. It explained that he had been drawn to play in the second flight, on Day 1-B of the Main Event. Because of the size of this year's field, there would be two Day Ones, a slight reduction from recent years.

He was wondering whether that would help or hinder his prospects when the aircraft gave a sudden dip as they circled the airport, rousing him from his thoughts. He glanced at Grace and Lauren, both of whom seemed lost in their own, albeit completely different, thoughts. The common factor was that both the sisters were contemplating the adventure that lay ahead and both were recalling the events leading up to their journey. 

Lauren had become so excited when Grace had dropped by the day after Daniel's success, to explain what had happened. She had made Lauren guess what her news was and it was only after a number of unsuccessful attempts that Grace had grabbed her arm and told her that she and Daniel were going to Vegas too!

It had only been a couple of weeks before, when Lauren had informed Grace of her modelling opportunity. Her small London agency had been contacted by an American outfit who had seen some work that she had recently completed for a 'lads' magazine. She told Grace that the strange thing was that because of the blatant nature of the photographs, she had nearly turned the magazine work down. 

Since deciding to focus on modelling rather than singing, this American opening was exactly the sort of break Lauren had been searching for. Above anything else in her life, this was her number one priority and as a result, she headed across the Atlantic determined to give it her all. And the fact that the audition, and immediate photo shoot if she was successful, was in Las Vegas had only added to her excitement. She had good vibes, she kept telling Grace.

Grace had been just as excited for her young sister. This would be Lauren's first trip to the States, and Vegas was such an incredibly exciting venue. This could be her break to make it into the big time, Grace kept telling her, and what better location to achieve that? Lauren knew that her sister was right and the fact that Grace was coming to support her was a huge bonus. 

"I just can't believe it," Lauren had told her sister, when Grace finally gave up on the guessing game and conveyed her exciting news. They had laughed, and hugged, and then Lauren had repeated herself. "I just can't believe it!"

Sitting on the aeroplane now, as it circled high above Vegas, Lauren powdered her nose and smiled at her reflection in the small compact mirror. She glanced to her left at Grace, whose slightly flushed face appeared to be lost inside her own thoughts. Lauren turned back and shuffled her head back against the head-rest, momentarily closing her eyes. 

Grace had been so excited when she relayed the news of Daniel's poker success. And Lauren had been just as delighted for Grace. She was aware that her sister needed a break and if truth be told, Lauren had been worried about Grace and Daniel's relationship for some time now. Grace had confided that she was becoming extremely frustrated at the amount of time he spent playing poker. She complained that they seemed to spend less and less quality time together. 

So this win might be just what both Grace and Daniel needed, she thought. Grace had received some reward for her patience with Daniel and the break might rekindle the flame that Lauren had seen when they first got together. In truth, she had always thought of them as an unlikely couple. Grace was so outgoing, always an extrovert, willing to do anything to enjoy herself or advance her singing career. 

Daniel, on the other hand, was more laid back, seemingly happy to see where life was going to take him. But if their relationship was on its last legs, it now seemed they were being given a new lease of life. It was one last chance, perhaps? And for their prize trip to coincide with Lauren's visit, well, that had been just too good to be true. And with Grace's further piece of news, well, Lauren's good vibes had begun to grow in intensity. 

"That's right, Lauren," Grace had said. "We are Vegas bound, too. And unbelievably the dates almost match. So if you don't mind company, we can all travel together."

The coincidence with the dates was weird. Grace told her it was almost like fate. Lauren had shared in her laughter, rummaging through a drawer to show Grace a couple of booklets on Vegas that she had been rifling through. She flicked through each page as she pointed out highlights that had appealed to her. 

"Aren't you glad that you and Daniel are still together," she had said as she handed the pamphlets to Grace. 

"Well, let's just say that the timing worked out perfectly," Grace had replied with a heady laugh. 

"This could be just what the two of you need to reignite that flame again!" Lauren had suggested but Grace had just laughed. 

"What about, Bobby?" Grace had asked her. "Could he come with us, too?"

Lauren had laughed out aloud. Bobby was her boyfriend and the twelve months they had been together was exactly twice as long as she had been in a relationship with anyone else. But like Grace and Daniel, she and Bobby did not have too much money. There was no way he would be able to afford to take time off work, let alone find the fare to travel to Vegas. And if truth be told, she was becoming as frustrated with Bobby as Grace was with Daniel.

She certainly did not see her future with Bobby and unsure what she would find in that Vegas, she selfishly did not want Bobby to cramp her style. 

"No way, Grace" she had adamantly responded. "This is too good an opportunity to spoil by having a man tagging along." 

Laughing as she saw Grace's features stiffen, she quickly added, "And don't worry, with Daniel playing his poker, you and I are going to have a great time, I can promise you that."

"I can just imagine," Grace had responded with a laugh, but then paused....

"What…?" Lauren had asked.

"Can't tell you yet, little sister!" had come the mysterious reply

Lauren had shivered for a second, feeling the goose bumps suddenly attack her skin. 

"Grace, there's something going on. I can feel it!"

Grace and Lauren both knew how accurate her 'feelings' had proven in the past. 

"Well," Grace responded, her pretty eyebrows raised, "We'll see, Lauren. We'll see."

Sitting there only twenty minutes from landing, Lauren shivered in delight at what she now knew, and how right her intuition had been.

*

Grace saw her sister glance at her as the aeroplane looped around the sky above the airport, but her thoughts were of Lisa. What a wonderful, supportive, woman the singing star had turned out to be. And that was before she took into account the incredible sex. Everything she had promised her that first night had come true. And now she was following in Lisa Welles' steps. If only she could become as successful. 

Lisa had telephoned Grace two days after their encounter, having returned to the States to promote her latest album. After they had finished their surprisingly natural conversation recalling their encounter, Grace had explained all about Daniel winning them a trip to Vegas and exactly how it had happened. 

"Save me the detail," the blonde star had laughed. "I hate poker! But Grace, the timing is perfect," said Lisa. "I can definitely arrange for you to sing at a club in Vegas. It's the same break that I had, Grace! I'll speak to Samuel later today and see whether we can sort out the arrangements."

The sound of the wheels noisily unfolding briefly interrupting her thoughts and Grace shifted uncomfortably in her seat as the plane closed in on the airport. Her brow furrowed as she recalled Daniel telling her that he had decided that he was going to 'invest', as he put it, around a thousand pounds of his 'saved' poker winnings so that he could play in a competition before the Main Event. Just so he could gain some experience. 

A thousand pounds, for experience? Despite his attempts to justify the spend as coming from his money, his poker winnings, that seemed pretty insulting to Grace. First, she was not aware he had a separate pot of money from his winnings and secondly, he knew how tight money was for them both. 

She did not tell him exactly what she thought, but was pretty sure her reaction would have conveyed that message. But if the opportunity that Lisa was providing should work out, then perhaps her days of financial struggle were over? She felt Daniel squeeze her soft hand as the plane continued its downwards journey but she ignored the contact, caught up in her momentary displeasure at Daniel's poker plans. 

Her mind drifted back to Lisa, who had patiently listened to everything Grace had told her in their long telephone conversation. She had told her she would call her back in a couple of days or so. She had done so two days later. 

"I've got to ask you one question," Lisa had started as soon as Grace had answered the call. "Would you do anything to make a success of your singing career?"

Grace had laughed, softly answering, "You bet!"

"I'm serious, Grace," Lisa had responded, her tone firm.

Grace had hesitated, wondering where this was heading. She decided that she needed to make sure that Lisa fully understood her ambitions. 

"Lisa, my singing career means everything to me. I want to be successful and I'll do anything to make that happen."

"That's the answer I wanted," Lisa had laughed down the telephone line. "And Grace, that's the answer I gave when I was asked the question. If you mean what you say, Grace, then with your voice, looks, body and outlook, you can be as big a star as I am right now." 

"Lisa…" Grace had began.

"No more questions," the blonde star had answered. "Just mean what you say, and don't let me down. Right, girl?"

"Right," Grace had responded with a confident edge to her voice. "I'll do anything I need to, Lisa. And I won't let you down!"

"Then listen," Lisa had said, her voice rising in exhilaration...

She had told Grace in a gleeful voice that she had arranged a one night booking at a well known club, Samuel Smith's in downtown Vegas. She had explained how influential Samuel was and that if Grace committed herself to him, her big break could soon follow. Grace had been speechless, simply lost for words. 

Tears came into her almond coloured eyes as she thought about the possibility of becoming as successful as Lisa. It all seemed to be a dream, but Lisa had been quite adamant about the opportunities that lay ahead for her. They had talked for a long time about the possibilities and although Grace had a feeling there was something Lisa was holding back, the blonde star had told her to trust her.

She had kept telling Grace, "As long as you would do anything..."

*

They stood in line for the twenty-dollar cab ride to the Treasure Island Hotel, the cab taking them past the sky scraping Manhattan landmarks atop New York, New York and along the Strip past the large Eiffel Tower above Paris, before cruising past the magnificent Bellagio and next door, Caesar's Palace. All three were dumbstruck, staring out of the frighteningly clean cab windows as they looked at the various sights and excitedly poked one another each time they spotted something new. 

The long registration queue at the hotel was unexpected, particularly at this time of the morning and it took them half an hour to work their way through to the friendly and highly efficient receptionists. Because of the time of day their rooms were not yet available, and having checked their luggage in they decided to stroll along the Strip to take in the sights. Although the raw heat was difficult to avoid, they mitigated the effect by calling into and exploring each of the hotels along the way.  

Grace and Lauren were giddy with excitement, insisting that they took a gondola ride in the Venetian hotel, situated a short distance away from their hotel across a walkway that separated both sides of the Strip. Imperiously waving away Daniel's initial protests at the cost, the two women were entranced by every second, laughing as they chatted and pointed out successive items of interest to one another. 

Grace immediately fell in love with the hotel, and after their gondola experience they strolled along the Grand Canal Shoppes. The Venetian Living Statues left them spellbound and they became simply entranced with the small, string orchestra performing in St. Mark's Square. Eventually the two women decided they wanted to head for The Forum shops in Caesar's Palace, and when they arrived, they were in their element. 

Many of the shops were as stunning as they were expensive and Daniel was sweating profusely during the best part of the hour spent by Grace and Lauren contemplating the rhinestone-studded shoes at Stuart Weitzman. Eventually, he could stand no more and diplomatically told them he felt he was getting in their way and left the two sisters to their shopping expedition, opting to return to their hotel. 

His intention, after their long flight, was to enjoy a short nap prior to the Practically Poker pre tournament introductory party that evening. He suggested that they both needed some rest themselves, particularly with Lauren scheduled for her modelling audition later that evening. The women waved away that idea, excitedly telling him they would return when they were ready. 

He accepted the reproach in the knowledge that the sisters were secretly delighted to see him leave, so that they could prolong their shopping tour. As he left them, he took some comfort from the lingering kiss of appreciation he received from them both as he waved goodbye.

*

The Practically Poker introductory party was to be held at the Rio, the venue for the tour in recent years. Daniel knew that the World Series had left the rundown Binion's Horseshoe Casino in 2005, the first time in its thirty-five-year history that it was not being held at the place where it all began. Harrah's, the world's largest gaming company which owned the Rio, had bought out the casino to secure the rights to the legendary names 'Horseshoe' and 'World Series of Poker' and had immediately resold of the casino to recoup most of its original outlay.

For some reason they had agreed to play some selected events at Binion's this year, one of those was the $2000 Omaha High-Low split event. And that was the main factor in Daniel deciding to use that particular tournament to gain familiarisation experience, despite his lack of knowledge of that particular game. For Daniel, the opportunity to play in a World Series event at Binion's, as well as the Main Event at the Rio, was simply too good to forgo. 

He walked to the hotel and as he found himself approaching the rich, blue and red colourful exterior, he reflected on the coincidence that had seen Lauren already secure a Vegas based modelling audition that coincided with the Main Event. And if that had not been remarkable enough, a woman Grace told him she had met at a dinner the night of his victory, had used one of her contacts in Vegas to somehow secure Grace a singing spot at a well-known club somewhere downtown. 

Grace had been as excited at the news, as he had seen her since their early days together. In fact, ever since she had returned from her dinner that night and Daniel explained that he had won this trip, there seemed to be something different about her. It was as if his achievement had somehow brought her alive. Their raw lovemaking that night had continued regularly since then, returning to the way it had been in the beginning of their relationship, if not better. 

It all seemed fate, he thought. Events were conspiring, leading up to he knew not what. But he felt something in his bones that indicated that Grace and Lauren and he were possibly all on the verge of having their lives changed. And it was all because of Vegas.

As he followed the bright signs leading to the Practically Poker suite, he realised that even in his smart casual attire, he was somewhat overdressed. Rather than appear too conspicuous, he decided to wait until more poker hopefuls arrived and wandered back down into the casino area, where watched a show that seemed as if it had just commenced.

A series of floats suspended from the ceiling above the casino floor followed one another in the 'sky' whilst beneath them, performers were clad in exotic masks and brilliant costumes, creating quite an atmosphere. He watched for some time, entranced as the procession slowly made its way around the casino floor until eventually, glancing at his watch, he decided he should make a re-appearance.

He reluctantly tore himself away from the colourful and noisy spectacle and was pleased to find that, on his return to the suite, the numbers had dramatically improved, even if the dress sense had not. Well worn jeans and an assortment of various t-shirts or baseball tops appeared to be the order of the day, as if the majority had arrived straight from a casino. 

And when Daniel thought about it, he came to the conclusion that they probably had. He weirdly felt a slightly embarrassment that his own fresh, clean pair of black jeans and short sleeved shirt stood him out from most of the other invitees. Strangely, it was almost as if he was letting down the poker fraternity. 

Drinks were being distributed by mostly young women, dressed in skimpy South American carnival costumes. As he stood for a moment and familiarised himself, a particularly attractive redhead carrying a tray of drinks, approached him.

"Back again?" she asked, raising a light blue painted eyebrow above her bright, sparkling green eyes and offered him a quite adorable smile.

"Excuse me?" Daniel muttered, a little hoarsely, staring at this vision in front of him.

"You arrived half an hour ago," she explained, her petal like lips parting further as her smile broadened. "But you didn't stay." 

She took a glass of champagne from her tray and handing it to him, adding, "And now you're back!"

Daniel took the flute, his fingertips touching hers. As he did so, he could not believe that he felt an immediate reaction at the contact. He smiled back, raising the glass to his lips and then taking a sip. 

"Well, you people certainly know your business. To tell the truth, I felt a little self conscious with so few other people around and I thought I was probably a little overdressed." 




Vegas Ch. 03



With his free hand, he pointed at his shirt and jeans. The attractive red haired woman laughed again, her eyes never leaving his. 

"Just so we're clear, I'm not one of 'you people' and the reason I noticed you back then was because you did look so smart. You look different. I like that!"

"I'm sorry..." Daniel began to say, but her laughter cut him off again.

"Don't worry, there's no reason to apologise." 

Her face was amused and Daniel noticed the freckles around her neck and across the top of her cleavage. She saw his eyes wander and her eyes sparkled again. 

"So then, what do you think of my outfit?"

She took a small step backwards to allow him to view her slim but curvy figure, and closely watched his widening eyes as they took in her attire. She knew she had a flawless body and as she stepped away, she made a point of arching her back, emphasising the full up-thrusting breasts that spilt over her low cut carnival style bra. Her pretty face crinkled in amusement as his eyes widened further.

"I see you like it!" she teased.

She raised an eyebrow when she spoke and as Daniel began to blush, she laughed again, a delicious, throaty sort of noise. 

"Well," she said, making a point of looking him up and down with a slow sweep of those sparkling eyes, "I like what I see too." As Daniel felt his blush deepen, she added, "But I guess I'd better get back to serving. See you later." 

As she sashayed away with a deliberate and provocative roll of her firm hips, she turned back and flashed a smile at him over her shoulder. Daniel felt a second sudden surge of excitement in his groin and needed to remind himself that Grace would be waiting for him when he returned to their hotel. Taking a deep breath to compose himself, he glanced around the now crowded suite, the noise levels increasing in line with the number of new arrivals.

He reflected that before departing from London, he had received an email from Practically Poker. It had advised that if he agreed to wear their logo gear the whole time he was in the Main Event, they would provide him with accommodation at a large hotel in Las Vegas and that when he signed his Terms & Conditions he would get a nice travel bag filled with Practically Poker clothing and other goodies.

The party tonight was an opportunity for Practically Poker to repeat that news and within twenty minutes a suave young Executive was doing exactly that, standing in front of a microphone at the top end of the suite. He gestured to a corner of the suite which he said was dedicated to the formalities of handing out the Terms and Conditions and distributing the goodies on immediate signature. But then he provided the news that elicited a massive cheer from the room.

If any of the Practically Poker 'team' of qualifiers made it to the Final Table, he explained, they would pay them two hundred thousand dollars. Not only that, he said, but a half a million dollars would be paid to anyone making it to second or third place, with a cool two million dollars for the winner. 

There was an audible gasp around the room as he spoke, and then as repeated the words, loud cheers rang out again, followed by a babble of excited chatter. Once the man had finished his speech by wishing good luck to everyone there, Daniel lined up with the others as instructed, preparing to sign his document entitling him to the freebies and gratefully accept the bag of goodies.

The evening that followed consisted of drink and poker stories. As time progressed, Daniel realised there were three main categories of conversation. First, there were the Practically Poker people who were very friendly and could not do enough, but whose main topic of debate was centred on their ultimate objective of ensuring their name received maximum publicity. Fair enough, thought Daniel. This was their party after all, and it was courtesy of their site that he was actually here. 

The second category related to the majority, like Daniel, for whom this was their first time in Vegas. Every one of them was, like him, searching for World Series stardom and each had their own story to tell as to how they made it to this point. And every one of them appeared determined to do so. 

Thirdly, there were the few people who had also qualified by satellite in previous years and who insisted in regaling all and sundry with their experiences and 'achievements'. Primarily, it seemed to Daniel after he had politely listened to a couple of such tales, the purpose was to increase their own self esteem and image. There was one particular guy who appeared to be the loudest of all, dressed in the unusual combination of sleeveless t-shirt and white Stetson.

After listening to the third of such reminiscences in the vain hope of hearing something that may prove advantageous to him at some later stage, Daniel moved on, joining a few others who seemed to make a point of attempting to move to a separate group each time another self promotion story began to unfold. 

As the drinks flowed, Stetson became progressively vociferous, alternating between ogling the waitresses and telling increasingly absurd tales of his status on 'the circuit'. It was with some relief that Daniel was easily able to slide away and having had his fill of promotions, stories, drink and the buffet that had been made available to everyone, he began to think about returning back to his hotel. 

It was after eleven o'clock and he was wondering how Lauren's audition had gone and whether she and Grace would have returned by now. Instead of allowing himself to be dragged into any further conversations, he began to make his excuses, explaining that he was playing in an Omaha tourney tomorrow.

*

The two sisters had realised too late that their shopping expedition had gone on for far too long, but then there had been so much to see. That resulted in time being limited to ensure that Lauren was looking her best for her audition, but brought with it the benefit that there was no time for her to start feeling uncomfortable or nervous. Girls being girls, it still took the two women a good couple of hours with Lauren trying each outfit she had brought with her at least twice, before they were satisfied with what she should wear. 

Taking one final look in the mirror, they grinned into each other's animated eyes, and smiled in satisfaction at Lauren's appearance. They felt light headed with excitement as they left Lauren's room, adjacent to Grace and Daniel's, and headed along the long hallway to the elevators. The taxi took twenty minutes to deliver them to the small offices and they glanced nervously at one another as they entered.

There was a tall, long mirror off to the right in the bright reception area and Lauren studied her appearance one final time. She wore a sleeveless white blouse and a short, tight, dark skirt, with medium heels. Grace had told her it was 'hot' without appearing too obvious, and they both regarded the small flower print bra and matching high cut bikini panties she wore underneath as 'cute', rather than sexy. 

Being unsure of the nature of the audition, and of exactly what would be required of Lauren, they had decided to be conservative. They waited a couple of minutes after ringing the bell in the vacant reception, before a striking looking woman met them.

She was an incredible looking lady, not unlike Demi Moore, Lauren thought, as she took in the short, raven coloured hair, piercing dark eyes and quite stunning figure. Lauren introduced herself, and then Grace, and any doubts they had harboured as to how this woman would feel about the two of them being there were immediately dispelled. She greeted them both enthusiastically. 

"Hi. I'm Kay Kristen, please call me Kay," she said, before introducing them to 'her photographer,' a tall, well built man who had walked in behind her. 

"And I'm Dan Wilson," he pleasantly said as he walked over to them.

Grace and Laura shot each other a darting look as they tried not to drool at this hunk in a suit, as his huge hand shook both of theirs.

Kay asked the two sisters if they would mind waiting in reception whilst she and Dan finished some uncompleted business and the two of them did not return until a good ten minutes had passed. When they did, for a few seconds they stood, looking down, appraising Lauren. Lauren's puzzled features stared back, wondering exactly what it was they were searching for and whether her audition was about to reach an abrupt and unwelcome ending? 

She glanced at Grace, who returned her stare with an imperceptible nod of her head, as if urging Lauren to ask exactly what was happening. But as Lauren was about to pose the question, Kay Kristen ran her beautifully manicured fingers through her shiny dark hair, and then smiled. Still without speaking, she reached out and took hold of Lauren's trembling hand, gently but firmly pulling the younger sister to her feet. As Lauren stood, she glanced again at Grace. 

Kay Kristen smiled again, her dark eyes glinting with approval.

"That's good, Lauren," she murmured, though neither Lauren nor Grace was aware of exactly what it was that she was referring to. "Now walk to the opposite end of the room, turn around, stand there, and walk back."

Although Kay smiled when speaking, her tone inferred it was more of a command than a request. Lauren immediately followed instructions, working her movements for maximum effect as she strutted to the far wall, stopping beside the large portrait of Kay on the plain, cream wall. She turned and after pausing, hand on hip, she walked confidently back to Kay and Dan. 

Kay enthused, "Very good, Lauren. I like the style." 

She took a couple of elegant steps back and gracefully perched herself on the thick arm of the large, leather couch that sat to their left. The opening in her short, pleated skirt displayed the lacy top of her black stocking as she did so and all three pairs of eyes in the room were drawn to the provocative sight. She knew the effect as she nodded across to Dan, who took her glance as his cue to speak. 

"Well Lauren, I'm delighted to tell you that Kay and I think you are everything that your previous work told us you would be. We saw that as soon as you arrived and we think we have a job that you might be very interested in."

Before Lauren could respond, Kay Kristen interrupted. 

"We are providing photograph's to help launch a new magazine, Lauren. We need a face for the cover, one that hasn't been seen before, together with a series of face and body shots for the inside pages. And in our professional opinion, Lauren, we think you are perfect for both."

She paused, waiting for a response, but Lauren did not answer, could not answer. Her glossy lips had silently parted and she looked open mouthed at first Kay, then Dan, and finally Grace. Kay Kristen laughed aloud, her ample bosom beneath her dark jacket heaving as she did so. She seemed to take Lauren's amazement as her cue to continue, running a hand along her shapely thigh as she did. 

"We have been talking about promoting this new magazine for some little time and the publishers are hard task masters. They are looking for a fresh, young and inexperienced woman to be their cover and have rejected everything we've sent them so far." 

She hesitated, as if for emphasis, before continuing, "But they liked the work your agency sent over, and now that Dan and I have seen you in the flesh, so to speak, we're pretty sure they'll be knocked out by your looks. And your body."

Her voice purred out those final three words and as it did so, her sharp eyes took in Lauren's shapely legs and then lingered on her full breasts. Lauren was too shocked to notice the undertones and did not know what to say, gazing across at Grace, whose beaming face was staring back at her. 

Bringing a hand to her flushed cheeks, Lauren began to respond, "That's fantastic..." only to pause as Dan held up his hand.

"Lauren, we need to take a few photos of you right here, right now," he said. "I need your photograph in different poses so that we can show the publishers that we have exactly what they're looking for. When they respond, we'll be able to confirm if they want to use you. Is that okay with you?" 

"Absolutely," responded Lauren, still partially stunned by the turn of events.

Kay stood up, smoothing her skirt over her thighs.

"This is a big opportunity for you Lauren. It's not only this job, and that is very well paid employment, believe me. But it should also open up quite a few doors. We talked to your agency before you flew out here, Lauren. If this job is confirmed, we'll buy you out of that contract and take you onto our books. You'll sign an exclusive contract with me. No ifs or buts. So, Lauren..... interested?

Lauren gasped aloud, her breathing ragged, almost unable to comprehend what was being said. This was her opportunity. The opportunity she had been waiting for. This could mean everything to her. 

"I don't know what to say," she gasped. "Except... yes! I'm very interested."

Kay smiled. If her instincts were correct, she could mould this young woman in more ways than one. She licked her glossy lips in anticipation. 

*

Daniel saw the redhead again as he was walking towards the door to leave. Her flashing green eyes were staring at him, as if she had been monitoring his progress across the crowded room. Could she have been looking for him, he wondered? 

"Hi," she said, stepping in front of him. "Going so soon?" 

Daniel mumbled something about having an Omaha tourney tomorrow, but she made no move to acknowledge his excuse. Instead, her smiling eyes focused into his, as if searching for something. It made Daniel feel uncomfortable, albeit in a warm way, and as she raised an eyebrow, he desperately tried to keep his eyes on her freckled face, rather than drop to her impressive breasts. With some embarrassment, he found that they did not follow his instructions. 

The redhead realised he was having an internal struggle, and felt complimented to have this handsome stranger staring so shyly but so obviously displaying such a hunger. This young man was so different from the majority of the too obvious approaches that she had come across whilst on duty and had something about him that attracted her. She had not had sex since leaving her boyfriend to head for Vegas and she felt an unexpected arousal spread through her. 

She put her hands on her bare hips before slowly and almost imperceptibly arching her back, pushing her breasts into greater prominence. They both knew she was doing it for effect and Daniel stood mesmerised. He was spellbound by the way the two small hard delicious nipples pushed against the fabric of her skimpy bra and it took a few moments before he was able to jerk his gaze back to her face.

He realised she had missed nothing and was still smiling in that teasing way of hers. She had a jaunty confidence about her that set his heart racing. In an attempt to take his mind, and lustful eyes, away from her body, he asked if she was here just for the evening. She nodded, her eyes warm and inviting. 

"I've been out here for a few weeks, making money. I've done that every year to help fund my way through college," she confided, her breasts brushing against his arm as she leant closer. "I graduated last year but wanted to make some spending money. I have one more night working and then a few free days before I return home, unless I can find some more promotional work. But that shouldn't prove too difficult." 

Before Daniel could ask a second question, he felt someone stumble into him from behind, and turned to see Stetson. He was clearly drunk now, his face bright red. He lurched against Daniel again, almost toppling him over as he attempted to steady himself. Daniel caught him by the arm and balanced him upright. 

It was then that Stetson saw the redhead and making a more determined effort to steady himself, slurred, "Are you doing anything later tonight, sexy?" 

She looked at Daniel. "I'm beginning to think I might be," she responded, ignoring the drunk and fixing Daniel's wide eyes with a challenging gaze. 

Daniel stared back. Inside his jeans he felt his penis began to lengthen steadily at such an unexpected and blatant invitation. Ignoring their drunken friend, she placed a slim hand on Daniel's arm.

"Would you like me to show you around the hotel?" she asked.

Hypnotised, Daniel just nodded. He knew he should leave but realised he would find it impossible to turn down such an invitation. As he paused, Katherine took his bag of goodies and placed it to one side, then linked a bare, freckled arm into his and guided him to the open door behind them, leaving the drunk behind as she did so. 

"I'm Katherine, by the way," she said, stopping so that she could turn and look into his eyes. It really was as if she was searching for something, Daniel thought again. 

"I'm Daniel," he laughingly replied. 

"From England," she said, her perfume fuelling Daniel's senses. "Tell me about yourself, Englishman." 

Katherine took him to the elevator and they made their way down to the main floor, falling into a long, easy conversation as they did so. Daniel began to explain how it was he had arrived in Vegas and every so often, Katherine pointed out several different areas of note. Throughout, she made a point of continuing to lightly hold his arm, squeezing it gently whenever she stopped to describe an attraction. 

As they talked, Daniel found that her teasing, flirting manner kept him on his toes, particularly as he was alternating between a raging erection and pangs of guilt. Her bright green eyes sparkled in the overhead light as she took a firmer grip on his arm as they walked. Daniel could smell her perfume and the aroused condition he could feel in his jeans seemed permanent. 

After a while, it seemed he had explained everything from learning to play poker and how it had led him to Vegas. Having told her everything that he was hoping to achieve, he introduced Grace into the conversation. He knew it was an attempt to sooth his guilty conscience at allowing himself to be in this position. 

As they continued on their tour, he kept looking at this tantalising creature and decided he needed to keep Grace firmly in mind if he was to keep the tingling in his loins under control. So he told Katherine about Grace's musical dreams and her fierce determination to succeed, and then talked about Lauren and the fact that she was undergoing a modelling audition tonight whilst he was at the party. 

As they walked along what Katherine told him was 'Convention Way', the lengthy corridor between the Rio Hotel-Casino and the Amazon Room, she asked about him and Grace. Where they engaged? Did they plan to marry? 

Daniel truthfully told her where he felt their fragile relationship now stood, despite it having started out so well and that he hoped that perhaps Vegas might rekindle the original spark. It was at that point he realised they had returned to the elevators and all of a sudden he seemed to grasp where he was. He almost reluctantly told Katherine that Grace and Lauren would be waiting for him back at the hotel and that he should be getting back. 

She responded with that teasing smile and took his hand firmly in hers, walking him into a waiting elevator. They were joined by a Chinese family whose parents were attempting to quieten their three excited offspring and as they alighted, Katherine took his hand again. She led him along the long hotel corridor back to the suite, the tension of the moment causing Daniel's long legs to shake slightly as they walked.

"Perhaps I should be getting back now," he quietly said, as she stopped one door away from the scene of the introductory party. 

"But you don't have your bag of goodies, Englishman," she tantalisingly said.




Vegas Ch. 03



With a sidelong glance at him, she pushed on what turned out to be an unlocked door. She looked at him again, a challenging look, before taking his hand again. 

"This where we keep the merchandise," she softly said. 

*

As Dan and Kay momentarily left the two sisters in reception, Grace threw her long arms around Lauren and they hugged, their bodies heaving with emotion. Pulling apart, they stared into each other's eyes, tears forming as they spoke.

"I can't believe it," enthused Lauren excitedly as she held on to Grace's hand, her fingertips rubbing along the soft skin. "I just can't believe it." 

Grace swallowed hard as she smiled at her tearful sister, her own eyes wide with happiness. 

"This is it, Lauren," she hoarsely whispered. "Everything is possible now." 

She could hear the quiver in her voice, and knew it was from pride at Lauren's achievement and anticipation of the possibilities that lay ahead for her young sister. They stared at each other, and then hugged again, tightly holding onto each other as they were each temporarily lost in their own thoughts. Grace sighed, and then took Lauren's soft face in her warm hands. 

"But let's not get ahead of ourselves. This next hour is the most important in your life so you've got to give it everything you've got. Make it happen, Lauren."

Before Lauren could respond, Kay had returned, her slim hand carrying a large glass of chilled, white wine. 

"To keep you company whilst Lauren makes friends with the camera," she laughed, bending forward and handing the glass to Grace. "Make yourself comfortable." 

She picked up a remote control and with a couple of flicks, brought the large television screen to life on the wall beside Grace. 

"Fashion TV," she said, as if the words explained everything. 

With that, she took Lauren's hand and silently led her across to the small, oak door from where she had appeared, turning to flash Grace a warm smile just before they left the reception area. Lauren felt her heart beating as Kay's thumb ran along her skin as they walked, the innocent holding of hands seeming almost intimate. 

Kay continued to softly but firmly grip Lauren's hand even as they sat together on a small couch. She even provocatively held it against the lacy top of the black stocking that had appeared again as she so casually crossed her legs. Her soft thumb continued to stroke Lauren's hand as they talked. 

Kay explaining what they wanted. As she did so, she leant over and reached into the curved top drawer of the small, oak table beside her. She carefully pulled out and then delicately opened a small container of white powder. Without speaking, she took a little of the white substance on her fingertips and held it to Lauren's nose. Although Lauren tentatively shook her head, Kay ignored the gesture.

She leant forward and almost conspiratorially whispered, "This will help with the shoot, Lauren." 

With a sensual movement of her hand she gently inserted her slim finger between the girl's glossy lips, rubbing a little on her gums. And she was right, thought Lauren a few minutes later when Kay led her over to Dan. It did help her feel much better. 

He told her to follow his directions as they began with a number of head shots. He took them from various angles, to provide some options for when presenting to the demanding publisher clients, he explained. He said he had a clear idea in his mind as to what they wanted and was determined to deliver. Then he moved to her body, with Kay making a point of helping as he growled out a series of instructions.

Asking for two buttons to be undone on her blouse, it was Kay that unfastened them, her soft fingers deliciously cold when the backs of her red fingertips brushed across Lauren's skin. 

"We have to see some cleavage, sweetie," she purred, adding, "And yours looks so delicious. Can you imagine how sexy it will appear to the camera?"

Dan told her to raise her arms above her head, so that her breasts pushed out and up against the material of her open blouse. 

It seemed that was the effect Dan wanted, as Kay encouragingly whispered, "That's beautiful, sweetie, that will look great." 

Realising the effect, Lauren felt a hot flush of excitement and satisfaction run through her body, compounded by the increasing effect of the drug Kay had given her. Dan continued to emphasise her face and body, constantly ensuring her shapely curves and full breasts were prominent throughout each pose. And as he did, Kay continued to help by means of small adjustments to her posture and clothing. It was all very fast, deliberately so. 

Lauren drew on all her powers of concentration to remain focused, despite an unfamiliar tingling partially created by the drug. But she knew it was also as a result of Kay's constant nearness, the heady smell of her perfume, and the constant but slightest of touches of her hands on breasts or thigh, when making adjustments. 

Before long, Lauren was feeling sexually stimulated. She wondered if Dan and Kay had noticed her jutting nipples denting the sheer fabric of her blouse as her arousal grew. And wondered how, with Bobby all those miles away, she would find relief? At one stage she thought she could almost orgasm as the tips of Kay's fingers settled against her nipples as she made some adjustment that Dan had called for, and it was a big disappointment when the session drew to a close.

Before leaving the room, Kay again sat Lauren down on the small, white couch. 

"Well, sweetie," she purred. "How did you think that went?"

Lauren's throat was dry, her body almost shaking from excitement and arousal. 

"I loved it," she gasped, and then seeking Kay's approval, added, "I hope you were pleased?"

Kay looked deeply into the young woman's eyes. They were lit up in a way that she had seen many times before. Her initial instincts were right, she knew. She would be able to mould this young woman in any way she wanted. This would be a shoot worth remembering. And then...

She felt a surge of anticipation, but managed to suppress it. Instead, she purred, "Oh, yes. I'm very pleased, Lauren."

Lauren's eyes were alive, her body heaving with expectation. "Kay, I want this more than anything," she insisted, grasping hold of Kay's arm to emphasise the point.

"Perfect," purred Kay, elegantly rising from the couch. "Someone with a burning desire to succeed is just what we need. We'll be back in touch as soon as we can."

As they bid goodbye, Kay again took Lauren's slim hand in her own and explained that the photographs would be with the publishers first thing in the morning. She confirmed that she would personally call Lauren tomorrow afternoon to let her know if she had been successful. If so, they would want her for a three day shoot starting the very next day. 

"I assume that's fine with you?" she asked.

"Oh yes," Lauren responded. "Absolutely."

"Absolutely," repeated Grace as the two sisters made their way from the building and across the street to the waiting cab that Kay had arranged for them. "Abso-fucking-lutely," she added, throwing her head back and laughing with almost hysterical delight.

*

A pale, cream light lit up the small room as Katherine flicked one of the three switches on the bare wall. She gently pushed Daniel ahead of her into the small space that contained what seemed to be hundreds of boxes and carrier bags spread across the floor. Shirts, caps and jackets were piled across a small wooden chair, the only piece of furniture in the room. He watched as her hand snaked behind her, locking the door. 

Still maintaining eye contact, she deliberately brushed her body against Daniel's as she walked to the chair, roughly pushing the pile of clothing from the seat and onto the hard floor. 

"Here, come sit here," she breathed.

Daniel silently acquiesced, wondering what was in store. Her perfume delighted his nostrils as he glanced again at her voluptuous breasts, pushed high against the material encasing them. When he looked back up into her waiting green eyes, he saw they were alert and alive. He watched as, almost in slow motion, she leant in towards him, her soft fingertips reaching for the back of his neck and gently drawing his head towards hers. 

He could feel his heart beating as her soft lips touched his, her full breasts pressing tightly against his arm as she sensually kissed and licked around his lips, her tongue parting them before slithering into his mouth. His chest was heaving and his breathing ragged. As he moved his arms, his knuckles inadvertently grazed against her supple breast. That acted as a warning and he attempted to pull away. 

"Katherine…" he croaked, rubbing his lips. He could still feel her warm breath.

Her pretty eyes fluttered open and she deliberately held his eyes with hers, enjoying the barely controlled lust that she saw in them. Her breath was warm and soft as she pulled his head to hers for a second lingering kiss, and then her lips ran along his neck until she whispered into his wet ear. 

"We don't have long, Englishman. We use this room continually and could be interrupted at any time...." 

Daniel's mouth dropped open at her words, but before he could speak, she raised a small, perfect finger to his wet lips. 

"Sssh," she whispered. "Danger turns me on. And right now, I feel very turned on, Englishman." 

Daniel watched her through awestruck eyes. Holding his aroused stare, she eased herself a couple of steps backwards, so that he had a full view of her body. She ran her fingers slowly across her soft skin, trailing them behind her as she deftly unhooked her skimpy top. Pulling first one side down her freckled shoulder and bare arm, and then the other, she dropped it onto the floor beside her. 

Daniel's tongue flicked out as he involuntarily licked his lips at the sight of the full breasts standing proudly on display. She ran her playful hands over the remarkably high nipples that stood out, pink and proud, the colour providing an exotic contrast to her deliciously pale and freckled breasts. They swayed provocatively as she moved closer, running a hand through the hairs on the nape of his neck. 

Her stunning breasts and perfect, pink, nipples were just inches away from his face as he began to stammer, "I...I can't. I have a girlfriend and she..." 

Katherine responded to his false protestations by tightening the hand around his neck and pulling his head to her gleaming, pliant breasts, seductively rubbing them against his face. There was no mistaking the sexual heat radiating from her body throughout this sensual contact, and Daniel was now fully caught in her spell. She gently undulated against his face until she felt him begin to respond, running his mouth over the velvet skin of her firm breasts. 

"Good boy," she encouraged him, and smiled with satisfaction when she felt his lips open and suck first one hard, expectant nipple and then the other. 

She now had what she wanted and she silently dropped to her knees before him. Her soulful eyes never left his as her hand snaked onto the growing bulge in his jeans as he pressed back into the uncomfortable, small, wooded chair.

"Just relax and enjoy it," she whispered as she leant up, allowing her lips and tongue to tease the soft skin around his neck, creating a direct link between his brain and erection.

The stroking fingers over the material of his jeans expertly brought him to full arousal. As her tongue drew exquisite patterns on his neck, her nimble fingertips briefly left his erection and went to work on his shirt, quickly working the buttons free. She leant in against his naked chest, so that he could feel her gleaming breasts warm and comforting against his bare skin. Reaching around him, she dragged the sleeves from his arms, throwing the discarded shirt onto the hard floor. 

Her smooth palms ran over his naked chest, provocatively running down from his throat to the top of his jeans. Without hesitation, her controlling hands unfastened his jeans button and wrenched down the zipper. Hooking her hands into the sides of his jeans and boxers, in one movement she yanked them both down to his ankles. As he gasped she roughly tugged them from his legs, pushing them away beside his shirt. Daniel's rock hard penis had sprung free as she did so, and he heard Katherine growl as it bounced obscenely in the air between them. 

She pressed her full, firm breasts against his manhood, for a moment capturing his shaft between them. Daniel moaned and then he let out a whimper of excitement as she eased herself back and forward, his erection sliding deliciously between her soft orbs. As she masturbated him with her breasts, her ever moving tongue softly licked around his neck and he wondered if she could feel his rapidly thumping heart. 

Even in the throes of such a moment, Daniel tried to think of Grace, of what cheating on her would mean if she ever found out. But during that nanosecond of thought, Katherine leant her incredible, toned body backwards, allowing his erection to bounce free. Her narrowed eyes made sure that she had full contact with Daniel's and only when she knew she had his full attention, did she lower her pink, glossy lips to his eagerly waiting manhood. 

Daniel clung tightly to the fact that things weren't working out for him and Grace as he felt Katherine's mouth move from the tip of his shaft all the way down to the base. As he watched himself disappear, he attempted to repeat those thoughts over and over in his head. But as he observed her small cheeks billowing out as she took him into her warm mouth, he made the conscious effort to banish all thoughts of Grace from his mind.

He gasped in pleasure as he felt Katherine tightly close her full lips around him, her expert tongue doing its work. He alternated between throwing his head back with each exquisite sensation and jerking it forward, watching her seductive movements through his squinting eyes. He watched the erotic sight of her head feverishly bobbing up and down as she built the pace, her green eyes searching out and locking on his again as her hot mouth coated his entire shaft. 

The look in her hooded eyes was one of lustful pleasure and Daniel heard her emit a muffled moan as he snaked his clammy hand down onto her moving head. Wrapping a few strands of her red hair around his eager fingers, he guided her by the head as she moved, growling as her mouth swallowed his entire penis. 

She expertly pleasured him, gently pulling back on the shaft until just the tip remained in her mouth and then greedily swallowing down his entire length again before pulling back and rotating his sensitive skin with her tongue. Daniel was close now and Katherine could feel it, pulling back, her mouth leaving him and licking up his chest before moving those delicious pink lips to his ear. 

"Would you like to fuck me now, Englishman?" she asked seductively. 

Her full breasts swayed as she rose and flung a long, shapely leg across his body, lowering herself towards his rock hard penis. The chair made a small, screeching sound as it supported both their weights. Daniel reached to grip onto her pale, smooth hips as she slipped a slim arm between their bodies and her fingers steered him home. 

Her lips groaned in pleasure as she eased him inside. He felt her harsh gasp as she sank exquisitely down, slowly engulfing his length into her tight body. As she did so, she settled all of her weight down on him and immediately began to rock back and forth. She was fully in control and slid her hands up her toned body, trailing them across her soft breasts before locking them behind her neck. Her eyes were tightly closed as her upper body swayed back from him. 

Daniel was entranced by the eroticism of the moment, at the way her full breasts bounced deliciously under his gaze as she rotated her hips. She was focused on her own pleasure as she eased upwards until just his glans was still inside her, before smoothly sliding back down, capturing his shaft deep within her once more. Daniel gasped at the impact, his mouth opening as she repeated her movements, moving unhurriedly up and down on him.

Her hands left her neck so that her long arms were stretched out on either side of her now, like a rodeo rider taming a bucking bronco. The chair continued to creak as it slid on the hard floor, the noise matched by Daniel's whimpering as she fucked him slowly and effortlessly. The undulations of her hips were her only movement, increasing in speed now as she began to raise the tempo. 

Her head rolled from one side to the other as she now wrapped her hand around his sweating neck, her eyes glazed slits of passion. She moved rhythmically, working against him as he tried to thrust upwards into her, desperately attempting but not quite being able to match her motions. He wanted this to go on forever, but knew he would not last much longer.

Eagerly ogling every detail of her beautiful, pouting face and bouncing naked upper body, he was completely under her control as Katherine further built up the pace until she, too, neared her climax. Daniel found he was involuntarily gasping in rhythm with her down-thrusts as the beautiful redhead fucked him hard, the smooth flanks of her inner thighs pistoning relentlessly back and forth in a rapid circular motion. 

His mouth was dry as he reached for her luscious and thrusting breasts. He took one in each hand as they swung to and forth, attempting to squeeze them tightly. Her nipples were deliciously hard against his palms but the speed of her movements were such that he found he was unable to keep hold of her bouncing globes and his arms flopped back onto her heaving hips as she leant backwards. 

Her straining hands were now locked firmly behind his aching neck. They grasped him tighter as he felt the woman-machine that was so sublimely working on him come to a shuddering stop. After a couple of seconds of silence he heard her gasp loudly and felt her tremble violently, her orgasm arriving and electrifying her entire body. She pulled herself forward and leaned heavily down on him as her body shook, caught up in an intense surge of ecstasy.

Her erect nipples were pressing against his chest as the sound of their fucking faded. It was replaced by Katherine's gasps and growls against his muscled chest, her warm breath escaping from her lips as the intensity of her climax reduced. Daniel began to speak but was stilled as he felt her soft tongue slide to his ear, licking and running around and inside his earlobe as her hips began to move again, this time in much more slow, less frenetic, motions.

"You didn't cum, Englishman," her voice whispered in his wet ear. "You waited for me... that was such a good boy." 

Her tone was like a school mistress and his increasing arousal as a result of her hip movements was compounded by the child-like pleasure he felt at being complimented in such a way. 

"What are you waiting for," she teasingly whispered. 

Her probing tongue returned to his ear, her body again picking up the pace and Daniel responded, realising with amazement that her words alone had him on the edge. His mouth began to open as he felt his orgasm approaching, his upward thrusts accelerating imperceptibly at first but growing faster and faster. The chair was bouncing as Katherine took him to orgasm. 



Vegas Ch. 04



This is my first attempt at writing, having been inspired by a small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story in tribute to them.

Having completed the novel, I have learnt so much more than I knew at the outset. Two areas of feedback are welcomed: 

1. Comments of encouragement that will inspire me to write more... and constructive criticism that will help me improve. 

2. Voting that will help me assess the enjoyment factor.... or otherwise. 

CHAPTER FOUR: SUCCESS FOR THE SISTERS 

The following morning Daniel was woken by a shaft of light drifting across the bed through a small crack between the curtains. Any fears he had of facing Grace last night had been misplaced as she had been asleep in bed when he returned to the hotel. He had taken a quick shower and then quietly slipped in beside her, but it took him some time to rid himself of the thoughts of Katherine and what he had just experienced, that were running through his head.

This morning he felt calmer and he turned to glance at the time on clock on the small telephone panel. As he did, he felt Grace fling a warm hand across his chest, her fingers gently searching for and then stroking his right nipple. He felt her sharp fingernail dig into his flesh before her sleepy hand slithered its way down his body, briefly pausing at his stomach before continuing its downward journey. He realised that he was in danger of being severely delayed.

Glancing at her face, Daniel realised that despite the movements of her hand, Grace was only half awake. He leant over to place a soft kiss on her forehead, sweeping a lock of her silky brown hair to one side in the process. Her touch had brought him to instant erection, although he felt sure that the fact his mind was also thinking of Katherine was another contributory factor to his feelings of arousal.

He nibbled her warm ear, eliciting a soft moan, briefly thinking that a morning fuck was just what he needed. But instead, he whispered that he was running late if he was to get down to Binion's Horsehoe casino in time. The fact he needed to pay his $2,000 entry fee for the Omaha High-Low Split event was uppermost in his thoughts, even ahead of his need for sex. If only just. 

With some reluctance he extracted himself from the white sheets and softly hurried to the bathroom to shower. He felt guilty that it was not only the time element that was a factor in his refuting Grace's sleepy advances. It was also an indication of the mixed feelings careering around his head. His mind remained conscious of his time with Katherine the night before and, with this being the only time he had ever been unfaithful, he felt a weird mixture of guilt, arousal and confusion. 

As he showered, he reflected that he needed some space and time to think things through, though he was aware that as he was playing in a World Series of Poker tournament that morning, he was unlikely to get that opportunity. He found that Grace was fully awake as he left the steamy bathroom and returned to the room. 

His attempts to dress quickly were momentarily disturbed as she sat up in the large, comfortable bed and threw her hands into the air with a loud yawn. When she saw she had his attention, she explained she was going to spend a little time with Lauren that morning before travelling to Samuel Smith's for her rehearsal. 

Daniel was only too happy with that, he wanted time to himself to focus on his poker. But he also knew it would be more difficult to rationalise the night before if Grace travelled with him to watch the poker tournament. Throwing on a thin, dark jacket over his red checked shirt, he explained that he would return to the hotel if, as expected, he was an early casualty. 

In response to Grace's raised eyebrow, he simply shrugged and said, "Its Omaha," as if that made the same sense to her as it did to him. 

"Should I wait here?" she teasingly asked, indicating with her spread arms that she was referring to the bed. Her movement resulted in the white sheet she held around her neck dropping away, exposing her full, supple breasts to his gaze. 

For a brief moment he felt an immediate stirring in his boxers again. God, he loved those breasts. He thought that this was as good a time as any to get his session with Katherine out of his system and wondered for a moment if he could delay his arrival at Binnion's. But he knew that was well nigh impossible if he was to play in this tournament and therefore instead, he blew Grace a kiss across the room from his position beside the bedroom door. 

"Very tempting," he offered, with a nervous smile. "But I've really got to go."

"Hmmm," she replied, slowly running her slim hands down her neck, across the top of her tanned chest and then down onto her magnificent breasts, teasing her dark nipples until they were fully erect. Her bright, shining eyes never left his as she played out her seduction scene. 

"Are you quite sure?" she softly purred.

Daniel could feel his throat constrict with dryness. At first he was unable to tear his eyes away from her breasts, but then they flicked to the time displayed on the bedside table beside her. Despite the rising bulge in his jeans, he somehow found a resolve he had not known that he had. He reached for the door lock. 

"I've really got to go, Grace or I'll miss registration. Although I may see you sooner than you think if things go badly. But if somehow I do okay, at worst I'll meet you and Lauren at the club later tonight." 

As he hurried out of the door Grace slumped back on her pillow in disgust, her perky breasts bouncing as she did so. She pondered for a moment, thinking that either she was losing her touch, or that Daniel was more committed to this poker tournament than even she realised. 

*

The length of time between registration and the tournament commencing came as a shock to Daniel. He had thought he would be in action pretty quickly, but in fact it was several refills of coffee later before he noticed players begin to filter over towards the tables. He had whiled away part of the time by wandering out onto Fremont Street, just taking everything in. 

He watched the people passing by and played a game with himself, attempting to separate the tourists from the poker players. By keeping a careful eye on the characters walking into Binion's, he pretty soon had come to the conclusion that the better dressed were tourists and the others, who generally ranged from passable to downright scruffy, were the players. Or perhaps their families or friends who were present as their cheering section. 

Eventually growing tired of people watching, he had made his way to the coffee shop and stayed there awhile, before he had been sufficiently encouraged to make his way back to the casino and head to his own table. 

When he had registered, he had felt a burning tinge along the back of his neck as he had pulled $2,000 in crisp folded-over one hundred dollar bills from his black leather wallet and handed them over at the check-in desk. The feeling he was experiencing was a combination of relief that he no longer had to walk around with such a large amount of money secured in his pocket, plus a nervous kind of excitement that now, at long last, his dream of playing in a World Series of Poker event was about to come true.

For the moment, the Main Event was at the back of his mind, a thought for tomorrow. His focus right now, was the $2,000 worth of chips he'd been handed to use for the Omaha buy-in. With the innocence of poker youth, he guarded them closely and held them against his chest as he followed directions to another part of the room. Once there, he presented himself at the registration desk. 

This all felt so strange, so new, but then Daniel was fully aware that this was the reason he was there. He needed to soak up as much experience as he possibly could before competing in the Cadillac of poker, the Main Event, in a couple of days.

He soon found that he was positioned at table fifteen, seat five and quickly found his way there, side-stepping between the increasing numbers of players. There was one other player there, an old, thin guy wearing a button up shirt, blue jeans and a white Stetson. He looked every bit as if he fitted into the environment as Daniel did not. Daniel introduced himself and the old-timer asked if was his first such event. 

When Daniel briefly paused, the old-timer grinned and added, "It shows. But then we all got to start somewhere". 

He put one hand on Daniel's shoulder as he shook his hand, congratulating him. Daniel saw the twinkle in the old-timer's eye as he voluntarily explained the drill. They would play in one-hour rounds, or levels, he said. With a ten-minute break after every two rounds. They would also get a one-hour dinner break after level six, he said. 

"Make sure you stock up on food and fluid," he instructed rather than suggested. "Not too much, but enough. It'll keep you alert."

Daniel thanked him, warmly shaking his wrinkled hand, appreciating the time he had taken to explain the ropes. He felt sure his eager eyes were looking at the old-timer with all the naivety of a poker virgin, but by way of conversation he volunteered a little of his background. The old-timer looked interested and Daniel leant a little closer, noticing the strong lines that lit up the older face.

He quietly explained that he was using this tourney so as to obtain experience of the World Series before he sat down at the Main Event. The old-timer just nodded. His Stetson was sitting comfortably as if it had been made for this very man and his eyes underneath were as alert as they no doubt had been for many years. 

Daniel confided that he had particularly chosen to play Omaha for his first tournament so that he could experience Binion's, and that the different game would keep him fresh for the 'big one'. The old-timer just kept on smiling at Daniel in that reassuring way of his, before pushing his Stetson back on his head.

"Interestin'," he replied. "If I was getting in some practice for the Main Event, I wouldn't be playing a different game." 

The common sense hit Daniel like a tidal wave and he felt his face redden, the blush spreading to his neck. He found his embarrassment spared as two clean cut players walked past the table. They clearly knew the old-timer and greeted him warmly. As they started in conversation, the old man half-swung back to Daniel.

"Good luck, young 'un," he said.

Daniel shook the slim, gentle hand yet again. Perhaps too enthusiastically, he thought, but this man had been an oasis of calm and that had been a great help. Before he turned back to his new conversation, Daniel asked his name. 

"Slim. Just call me, Slim," he said.

Daniel crossed his arms behind him as he sat down. He watched more and more people greet Slim and suddenly, like a light bulb being switched on, he immediately realised who he had been talking to. It was the legend that was Amarillo 'Slim' Preston. Running his hand through his hair, Daniel let out a long sigh. How could he have been that stupid? This was Amarillo 'Slim' for heaven's sake!

*

The excitement of Lauren's audition had remained with the two sisters. After Daniel had refused Grace's advances in bed, she had called Lauren and the two of them decided an early celebration was in order, even though that may have been tempting fate. They walked the short distance across the Strip to The Venetian, for brunch and as they sat in the splendour of the Pinot Brasserie, sipping an early glass of chilled white wine, they recapped on the events at the studio.

They explored everything that had happened at the audition, weighing up the meaning of every action and word. They speculated on whether Lauren would be offered the job and if so, what other possibilities it might lead to. Although Lauren herself was beginning to have some doubts, Grace dismissed them and told her sister that all the signs were that she would be offered this fantastic opportunity. 

It was not that Lauren thought the audition had gone badly, the contrary was the case. But she just found it difficult to believe that such an opening could come her way. It seemed that both Dan and Kay were convinced that this time, they had found the model that would please the publishers, and Kay could not have been friendlier. 

She recalled the subtle looks, the gentle yet sensual touches, and the aroma of her perfume as she had sat so close to Lauren. Her soft stroking fingers and what appeared to be innocent contact had given Lauren goose bumps. She was not a lesbian by any means, or even bi, but Lauren had to confess to herself that she had been aroused by every aspect of this woman, and the situation she had been in. 

It might prove interesting if the woman was attracted to her, she briefly thought. Then she shook her head, attempting to rid herself of such thoughts. 

Noticing her younger sister losing herself in her own thoughts, Grace placed a soft hand on her bare arm. 

"Lauren, are you okay," she gently asked.

"Oh yes," Lauren beamed. "I'm more than okay. Providing Kay rings later with the right news!"

Laughing, they stood up to leave. Their couple of glasses of wine and light salad had been a calming interlude, they told each other, as they set off on the short return journey to their hotel. Grace checked her watch, she had been told that she should report to Samuel Smith's some time mid afternoon. Although she desperately needed Lauren there for support, she knew her sister had to stay at their hotel awaiting Kay's call. 

As they stepped out onto the overhead walkway that connected both sides of the Strip, the heat hit them unexpectedly. Lauren took Grace's arm and held her back. As Grace looked back at her sister, thinking she was simply adjusting to the warm temperature, she saw her younger sibling's dark brown eyes widen into a grin. Rummaging in her Louis Vuitton bag, she secretively pulled out a joint. 

Stepping to one side away from the passing tourists crossing the walkway, she lit it with a flick of her silver lighter. Grace looked at her, aghast. 

"Lauren," she gasped. "How did you get that over here? You didn't....."

"Don't ask," Lauren casually responded, taking a drag and handing it to her sister. "We can share this on the way back. It will calm both our nerves." 

Lauren wondered how Grace would react if she told her about the white powder that Kay had so sensuously rubbed into her gums, but as the two women linked arms and slowly walked back to the hotel, she decided to keep that piece of information to herself. And she had been right, the joint was just sufficient to take the edge off both sets of nervousness and replace it with a dreamy feeling that something good was about to happen to them.

After all, each had achieved a kind of success simply by being here. Daniel with his poker, Lauren with her modelling, and Grace with her singing opportunity. And as with her sister, Grace was going to do anything she could to make an impression.

*

Daniel counted his chips, and then showed the dealer his receipt. For a time, he sat in silence, ensconced in his own little world. This was unreal, he thought, slipping his jacket off and over the back of a wooden chair that had clearly seen much better days. In fact, every part of the room had a well-worn feeling, but that made no difference to Daniel's mood. This was history. Goodness knows which players had sat in that chair before him? 

He looked around and saw a room full of unfamiliar and unfriendly faces, but after a while, he was able to spot some that he had previously only been able to admire from afar. Annie Duke was only two tables away with her legs already tucked under her. And Johnny Chan... the Johnny Chan... was walking to a table across to the left, wearing his trademark garish shirt. 

As the tables filled up, he recognised an immaculately dressed Matt Savage across the far side. His dark suit was a huge contrast to the favoured dress in the room, where faded blue denim seemed to dominate. The tournament director he had seen so many times on television was introducing himself over the microphone, his head looking around the large room as he pointed out that the first prize was just under $150,000 with twenty-seven to cash in. 

Daniel smiled inwardly at such a huge amount, and ruminated on his comparatively modest ambition of simply lasting as long as possible. And familiarising himself with every facet of what was going on whilst he did so, of course. That was his key objective and if it meant sitting there folding hand after hand whilst he soaked in the atmosphere, then so be it. When the Main Event took place, he wanted to be able to concentrate on the poker and not what was going on around him. 

He recalled the saying that poker was one hundred per cent skill and one hundred per cent luck. That was one way of putting it, he thought. Connoisseurs of the game had suggested that at its highest-level poker really came down to eighty per cent skill and twenty per cent luck. But, Daniel thought, at the level where he resided, that came as far down as fifty-fifty. And whilst he had no appreciation of the standard he was about to face, he knew for sure that it would be several levels higher than anything else he had ever experienced. That was for sure. 

His thoughts were suddenly interrupted as Matt Savage, in time-honoured fashion, uttered the words that kick starts every tournament: "Shuffle up and deal."

As he prepared to play, Daniel pondered that his only strategy was based on the knowledge that it was necessary to play Omaha a little tighter than with Texas Hold 'em. His aim therefore, was only to get involved in hands that gave him an opportunity to scoop the whole pot, though he quickly came to realise that regularly reduced him to a spectator as for quite some time the hands did not come. 

He was sure the fact he was continually folding was not lost on any of the others either. His table image was suffering at the same time that his chip stack was, ever so slowly, going south. But at least the constant folding allowed him to keenly observe the other players and attempt to pick up on the styles and possible tells.

After playing for an hour or so, he observed that the guy on his right was playing the very opposite of his appearance. He was quite a bland looking bespectacled character, dressed conservatively in black trousers and a black polo neck. But belying his appearance, he was pretty loose and very aggressive. And when Mr Loose and Aggressive raised yet again in early position, Daniel's was on the button.

He double-checked the cards the dealer had flipped to him. Ace–Two-Five–Eight. Two were diamonds and two hearts. His interest was immediately aroused. 

He had a strong hi-lo hand and therefore re-raised, partly for value but also to eliminate other players and possibly win the pot there and then. After all, the table knew he was tight. Surely they would pay that image some respect? 

They did not. The small blind called and then, true to his approach so far, Mr Loose and Aggressive re-raised. Like it or not, Daniel was now involved in his first real pot. He simply called, as did the small blind. 

The board came Four–Six–Seven of hearts. 

Daniel's heart leapt but he tried to sit impassively, whilst being sure that every nerve ending in his body was displaying his excitement. 

With the Five-Eight of hearts in his hand, he had miraculously flopped a straight flush. Not only that, but his low hand was six-high. This just did not happen. It flashed through his mind that even if he went out of the tournament in the following hand, he would not forget this moment. But it immediately got better. 




Vegas Ch. 04



Mr Aggressive went all-in. And after Daniel called, for some reason the small blind did the same, despite the two aggressive plays ahead of him.

Moments later Daniel was pulling the scattered chips across the baize towards the neat pile in front of him. His chip stack had trebled and he was up and running, just like that. No smart play. No clever trapping. It was just a case of being dealt the cards at the right time, against two opponents willing to commit poker suicide. 

Those poker Gods could be wonderful at times and cruel at others, Daniel knew. For now, it seemed they were on his side. 

*

Lauren had talked Grace out of getting a bus to Samuel Smith's that afternoon, insisting that her self esteem was much more important than what she saw as her sister's misplaced need to save money. 

"You'll feel so much better travelling by taxi," she had insisted.

And so Grace had. Unfortunately, that meant listening to the driver's diatribe on everything that was wrong with Vegas, but in a strange way that also calmed her nerves by taking her mind off the forthcoming rehearsal. It was just before two thirty when she arrived, probably too early she thought as she left the cab driver a small tip. But then it was much better to arrive too early than too late, she told herself. She took a deep breath in the overpowering heat, before pushing open the solid oak door.

When she entered, Grace saw a tall, well toned man standing beside the entrance. He wore a dark suit and there was something about the way he stood that seemed to establish his importance. Grace gave a soft cough to catch his attention and he turned to look at her, his large appreciative eyes running up and down her slim, curvy, body. 

He gave a broad smile as his deep voice asked if he could help. In her nervousness, Grace hurriedly explained who she was. The huge man, some six feet five, hairy and barrel-chested, simply nodded reassuringly, towering over her as she apprehensively stared into his eyes. 

He extended his large hand and engulfed hers, before rather sensually bringing it to his lips. 

"Good to meet you, Grace," his deep voice rumbled. "Please come with me." 

He pointed to a door across the room and allowed Grace to walk ahead of him, noting with anticipation the way her curvy hips swayed delightfully in her tailored dark, short skirt. There was quite a crowd of people frequenting the club, drinking and chatting, and the soft background music added a subtle atmosphere to the place. It had a nice feel to it, Grace thought, standing back to allow him to lead the way past the rest rooms and along a corridor to a comfortable dressing room. 

Grace felt a nervous excitement rise in her chest as soon as the two of them were alone. She quickly complied as he indicated for her to take a seat in the large leather chair next to a black couch. Along with a small table, the three pieces of furniture occupied one side of the room, with a dressing table and soft chair directly across from them. 

Grace sat back in the comfortable leather chair, crossing her long, smooth legs as she attempted to relax. As she did, she appraised his muscular back through the suit as he mixed their drinks. How old was he? Probably fortyish, Grace guessed. Well preserved, anyway, she thought. He turned and handed her a glass, his fingers trailing briefly over her bronzed forearm as he did. 

Grace felt a rush of adrenalin surge through her body at the touch, and greedily sipped her drink, awaiting the next step. He eased himself onto the couch and asked her to tell him about herself. She was conscious that his eyes alternated between her face and the cleavage that spilled over her tight, white, top, and was completely oblivious to the fact that he had placed a small quantity of powdered tranquilliser in her wine glass. 

As she spoke, he watched her periodically sipping the drink between her sensuous lips, and knew that within a few minutes the beautiful woman before him would begin to grow lax and suggestible. 

After a while, he began to ask Grace some questions, attempting to fill the gaps between the facts she had told him, focusing more and more on her private life. Did she have a boyfriend? Was he here with her? How well did she know Lisa? 

By this time, her eyes were squeezed into hooded slits of contentment and her pupils were slightly defocused as the tranquilliser began to slacken her mind. She realised that she was telling this stranger all about herself, and yet she still had no idea who he was. She leant forward, completely unaware that by doing so she accentuated her impressive cleavage. 

"Before we go any further, can I ask who you are and why you care so much about me and my music?" she rather clumsily asked.


For a moment he simply stared at Grace and all at once she felt uncomfortable again, hoping her words had come over in the right way. Then the big smile filtering across his powerful face gave her the reassurance she needed. 

"My goodness. Of course! Where are my manners!" he said, lifting his big frame out of the couch and walking over to Grace. A large, hairy hand reached into his jacket pocket and deftly produced a business card, handing it to Grace. Her jaw dropped suddenly as she read the name.

"Samuel Smith? As in, THE Samuel Smith?" she gasped in surprise.

"Yes, or at least that's what I've been called for the last forty-five years," he answered with a good natured laugh, displaying his perfect, white teeth.

Grace moved slowly as she eased herself back in the seat, her body engulfed by the large chair. She could not help but stare at him. 

"So you own this? I mean, this whole place?" she asked, her drugged mind trying to take in the obvious.

"That's right," he replied, the smile never leaving his face. 

He walked around the room for a moment to pour himself another drink and then returned to the couch, gently dropping his powerful frame onto the black cushions. 

"When Lisa recommended you, that was good enough for me. She said you were a real find," he said, beaming at her, and then added, "In more ways than one." 

Grace wondered what he meant by that last remark, her brain speculating if Lisa had confided in him about their intimate time together? The thought lingered for a second, but left her as quickly as it had arrived when he spoke again.

"Tell me my dear, do you have a record deal with anyone?" 

He turned his head to stare into her fuzzy eyes.

"No, not at all," Grace whimpered, looking at her glass. "I'm a long way from that."

"Hmm.. yes.. perhaps," he mysteriously responded, "But then I've always found, Grace, that a good starting point is to get to know the right people... " 

Grace eased up from her seat in anticipation. 

"Really? Do you know someone who would be interested in my music....."

Samuel cut her off. 

"Of course, sweet girl. Why do you think you are here? Lisa recommended you, remember? I can do big things for you, Grace. Tonight is a little taster, to see how you perform. And who knows what that could lead to - a regular spot, perhaps? After all, this is where Lisa started and look how successful she has become! My friends and I are always looking for new, fresh sounding artists to promote. With a little bit of studio magic and the right people behind you ... who knows what you could achieve? The next Lisa Welles, perhaps?" 

Grace's heart was beating ever more quickly in her chest and Samuel's gleaming eyes dropped down to devour her breasts again. This was becoming too good to be true, she thought, her mind quickly going into overdrive. 

"That is, if you are interested." 

"Yes, of course I am interested," she blurted out.

Her almost pleading deep eyes stared into his and she could feel her heart pounding in her chest.

"Good," he said, standing up again and closing the short distance between them. 

He took Grace's slim hand and effortlessly helped her to her feet, leading her over to the couch, and lightly eased her down into the space next to where he had been sitting. Then he settled down beside her, extending his arm to the table at the side. She heard his glass clink as he placed it on the leather top and then felt his large, chubby fingers take her nearly empty glass and do the same. 

His fingernails settled on her shoulder, before running slowly down her upper arm and onto the soft skin of her inner forearm. He lifted her head so that his commanding face could look firmly into her almond coloured eyes. His broad smile seemed infectious to Grace, making her grin widely as well. 

"Now listen to me, Grace," he began. "If you play it right, everything will fall into place. Just as with Lisa, soon your name will be up in lights, with fans clamouring against each other to buy your albums."

He moved his hand from her shoulder and spread his fingers out in front of his face for a moment, tracing his words like a falling star. Grace's blurred mind could clearly see the vision he was conveying, and could practically hear the screaming fans chanting. It was enough to make her feel giddy with excitement. 

This was a great opportunity, as good as Lauren's, and she fully intended to grasp it. She decided there and then that, whatever it took, she was fully committed. 

*

The tournament organisers began to consolidate tables as they adjusted due to those who had been knocked out. Daniel found himself moved to table seven and made a point of walking across to Slim before he left the table. Placing a strong hand on the thin shoulder to gain his attention, he leant over and wished the legendary old-timer all the best. Although from the way Slim had slowly been increasing his stack, Daniel knew the older man did not need to rely on his good wishes.

Slim smiled up at Daniel, as cool then as he had been all tournament.

"I've been watching you play and you've got something," he simply said. "Stay patient, kid. Just stay patient."

After warmly thanking the legend, Daniel carefully made his way across the floor to his new seat assignment. To his delight and astonishment, both Dutch Boyd and Scott Fischman were sitting next to each other at his new table. This was unbelievable, two of the members of the self styled 'Crew'. 

He recalled watching Fischman suck out on Joe Awada by hitting a seven on the river to win his first ever tournament. And his second bracelet followed in his very next tournament, if he remembered correctly. 

As for Dutch, Daniel seemed to remember that he was a smart cookie who had graduated high school at around the age of twelve and subsequently earned his law degree at eighteen. Strangely enough, his attentions had then turned to poker where he used what many described as his brash, dark persona to his advantage.

He made a vow to closely watch how they both played, learn what he could, and stay well and truly out of their way. And for quite some time he had no choice in the matter. He was card dead, but had enough about him not to chase and stay faithful to his original plan. But by the time they reached the 100-200 blind level his stack had dwindled to 4,000. He began to feel apprehensive. 

All the time, he forced into himself that he had to stay patient, just as Slim had exhorted, and the hands would eventually come. But unfortunately, they did not come. Or if they did, he was not clever enough to improve after the flop. 

Almost without knowing it, he was down to around 1,500 chips and he was realising that he was out of his depth. Big time! Both Scott and Dutch were running all over the table and there was not a thing he, or anyone else it seemed, could do about it. Just as he had given up on being able to counteract their superiority, the poker Gods intervened again, saving him from further punishment by ensuring he was moved to another table, unusually so after such a short time at this one. 

As he took up his new seat, he knew that his small stack was taking him close to being blinded out, and that he had to act. His first hand gave him that very opportunity. 

The female dealer, someone who to put it kindly appeared to Daniel as if she had seen better times, dealt him Ace–Two–King–Three. 

They were the best cards that Daniel had seen for some time and knew that with the size of his chip stack, he had to take advantage. He raised pre flop and was called by the player on the button, a big man wearing what Daniel assumed was a typical Texan hat. He looked imposing to Daniel and appeared well in control. 

But with his low chip stack, Daniel knew there was no turning back.

The flop was Three–Five–Queen. 

Daniel bet and the Texan called. 

The turn was a seven. 

No help to Daniel but he bet yet again. The Texan called again.

It was time to call on the poker Gods again and Daniel silently prayed for a four that would help him scoop both pots. With what appeared to be a little extra flamboyance the petite female dealer turned over a Jack on the river. All Daniel had was a pair of threes and it seemed his good fortune with the poker Gods had run out. He knew he had no choice and pushed in the rest of his chips. 

Almost without thinking, the Texan called and Daniel stood up, preparing to leave.

But unbelievably, the man he thought of as a poker titan had only an Ace high to his pair. And an eight-high low hand to Daniel's seven-high. Daniel had won both pots, though he had no idea how, other than monumentally bad play by his opponent. He made a point of not looking at anyone in case they saw his face flush with embarrassment. 

That hand took them into a ten-minute break and Daniel now had a little more than 3,000 chips. Not great, but he was alive again. 

He joined the long queue outside the worse-for-wear looking toilets, not being sufficiently street-wise to realise he needed to have hurried there in an attempt to beat all the other players who were headed in the same direction. He had not realised how quickly ten minutes can pass when waiting in such a queue, particularly as most of the conversation around him seemed to focus solely on bad beat stories. 

In one sense he felt a fraud, still being in the competition thanks to a straight flush and some bad play by his opponents. But as long as he was still alive and competing, he was determined to hang in there and suck as much as he could from the experience. He gave a smile of contentment as he relieved himself. 

*

Samuel moved his face closer to hers. 

"Grace," he intoned, "The music business is hard. It's a cut throat industry, even more than any other business. People will do anything to climb above the competition. Do you understand?" he asked, staring into her eyes and watched as she slowly took in his words.

Her beautiful head, nodded. "Yes, I know that feeling first hand," she admitted.

"Good, good. Then you must also understand the needed for sacrifices, Grace. The back scratching and hand shaking that must take place to get a shot at such a thing. Do you know what I mean, Grace?"

The backs of his thick fingertips were tracing patterns across the delicate skin of her wrist as he softly spoke, the words and touch bringing her to a state of aroused contentment even though she was slightly confused as to where this was going. 

"I... I think I understand you," she whispered, the tingling feeling indicating that her body was responding to the circular movement of his thumb against her palm.

"Excellent. Then you certainly know that fame and the promise of wealth, brings with it a lasting gratitude for those who helped make it happen. The way to your success is quite clear, my dear. It begins with a spot at my club, tonight, and who knows that one night could turn into a week. Even more..."

Grace paused for a second, her still fuzzy head racing with visions of all her dreams beginning to come true. Everything she had aspired to was about to open up for her, and it was essential that she was able to please this big, muscular man.

"Do you want me to rehearse now?" she naively asked.

"No, Grace," he replied, his white teeth gleaming at her. "I know you can sing, Lisa told me. And I trust her judgement implicitly." 

He took her small, white hand and raised it to his thick lips, kissing it softly. Then, instead of releasing it, he turned it over and kissed her palm before moving to the tender skin of her inner wrist. Her glossy mouth eased into a faint smile as she felt his lips lick at the sensitive underside of her palm, just aware that he was gently stroking her there with his tongue. Leaning back, he stared into her hooded eyes as he then guided her hand onto the sizeable bulge in his trousers.

"Lisa told me that you would do anything to be successful. I can make that happen, make your dream come true. What I'm looking for right now, is evidence of your desire. I need to know just how committed to your own success you are, Grace."

The penny finally dropped, as did Grace's mouth, her lips opening as she finally understood. This is what Lisa had meant when she had kept asking the question... 

Samuel began to move his hand over hers, gently rubbing it against his penis and allowing her to feel the bulge begin to increase in size. His eyes never left Grace's as he eased himself back on the couch. At that moment, Grace was grateful that Lauren had not been able to accompany her. 

"Wonderful," he hoarsely whispered as he felt her hand pick up the pace of its own accord. "I am so glad that we are on the same page with this, Grace. You are going to be a big star, you know. The next Lisa Welles!" 

He took his hand from Grace's and purred in satisfaction as she increased her stroking movements. There was no turning back. 

No words were spoken for a moment and then Grace understood that he wanted it right now. She thought of Daniel, but those thoughts were overtaken by the realisation of where this could lead. With a slight sigh to herself, she slid off the couch and onto her knees between his muscular legs. She found her head just a few inches from his erection and looked up to see him closely watching her. 

He smiled and began to unbuckle his belt. He needed no help and wasted no time in sliding down his pants, his boxers quickly following. Grace's breath caught in her throat as she saw his rapidly hardening penis spring free. It was almost obscenely long, and it grew to its maximum length before her eyes. She took a deep breath and wondered if she really could do this. 

It felt surreal, but then her drugged mind took over as she thought of the stardom. She moved closer, attempting to wrap her small, right hand around the impressive, thick shaft. Lifting it in her hand, she had to raise herself slightly from her knees so that she could get her lips around it. She closed her eyes as she felt the thick head slide into her mouth and she began to suck on it, moving her head up and down as she traced her tongue over his taut foreskin. 

Reaching one hand down, she fondled his testicles lightly with her fingers, feeling his shaft expand slightly from her unexpected touch. As she worked on him, she could hear her sucking noises filling the dressing room. At first she hoped that he would not last very long so that she could get this experience over with, but as she continued she found herself becoming more and more aroused. 

The drug inside her body, and picture of success within her mind, began to swell the feelings inside her. She squeezed her legs together, hoping to put a tight clamp on her sex to keep it from becoming further aroused, but it was to no avail. She found herself becoming incredibly turned on by the idea of giving this powerful man a blowjob here in his own club. 

Beginning to suck harder now, Grace actually began to enjoy the process rather than just feeling obligated to do it. Samuel's hand fell onto the top of her head and he pulled a few strands of her hair away from her face, giving him a good view of her succulent lips as they worked on him. Grace began to grow hotter at being submissive like this, that she was letting him have his way with her mouth. 




Vegas Ch. 04



He moved his other hand down to the strap of her top and began to pull one down and then the other, so that each of her firm breasts became slowly exposed. She put up no resistance. Instead, the feeling of the air on her twin globes encouraged her to renew her efforts, and she began to rotate her head around on his penis with some abandon, driven on by his soft moans of appreciation. 

She began tracing her tongue all over the shaft, feeling the delicious hardness of it. Her mouth was worshipping the hot feel of it between her lips, delighted at the feel of him craving for more. She slid him out of her sucking lips for a moment and held the shaft in her hand, her eyes on his, capturing his eyes before resuming her display. 

She allowed him to observe her whilst she ran her tongue up and down from base to tip, and she heard him groan more loudly at the sight. She could feel her tongue stretch and curve around the thickness of his shaft, coating it with her saliva. But this did not satisfy her for long and she wanted him back between her lips again. She quickly returned him to her mouth and as she did, she heard another hoarse gasp escape from his lips. 

The tingling feeling in her loins was incredible now and Grace slithered an eager hand down between her parted legs, urgently rubbing her fingers over her wet mound, following the same rhythm and pattern that she paid to his shaft with her other hand. She realised she loved this, loved the idea of pleasuring a man so big and so powerful. 

It turned her on, the thought of being somewhat submissive to his sexual will and she let out low throaty moans as she continued with the intimate contact between his most sensitive organ and her own hot, wet mouth. His hips began to rise slightly off of the couch now and from the tightening of his testicles beneath her caressing hand, she could feel his orgasm bubbling up from between his legs. 

Grace sucked hard on him one more time and heard him cry out as she felt the first stream arrive, splashing inside her greedy mouth. The second rope followed a few seconds later, again hitting her in the back of the throat. It was only after several more that he was eventually finished and she eagerly licked and cleaned the final drops from him. It took him a few moments to recover, lying back in the coach, gasping, whilst Grace's eager mouth and tongue continued to clean his diminishing member. 

"That was quite wonderful, Grace," his deep voice eventually said, as he pulled her head to his broad chest and gently stroked her silken hair. "I can tell just how successful you are going to be. In fact, if you keep up this progress, I'm going to make you one of Samuel's Angels."

He laughed as Grace gave him a quizzical look. 

"Every woman who has achieved success through me is one of a select few known to each other as a Samuel's Angel." He laughed loudly, as if to himself. "To commemorate, they each have two small angel tattoos. When you've got them, Grace, you will know you've arrived."

Grace just stared at him, her confused, aroused and happy mind taking in his words. Her thoughts filtered to an image of Lisa, with the angel tattoos on her breast and buttock. Everything was much clearer now.

As her brain ticked over, she felt his soft hand stroke her cheek. "I'll see you tonight, sweet girl." he gently said.

Grace nodded, picked up his glass from the table whilst still on her knees and drained the remains in one gulp. 

"You certainly will, Samuel," she softly said. 

She smiled at her powerful benefactor as she gingerly climbed to her feet. Bending forward, her naked breasts swaying, she kissed him on the forehead before departing to make herself look decent.

*

Daniel was settling down in his new position, casually glancing around the table to take in the players around him. He identified the three most aggressive. The first was a guy who wore Dame Edna style glasses, presumably in a misguided attempt to convey weakness. The second sported an enormous tattoo of picture cards covering most of his left arm, and the third had a habit of continually running his hairy hand through his blonde, Mohican hair cut immediately after folding his cards. 

He began to feel comfortable, but the mood of table changed after an hour or so when a grey haired, average looking guy sporting a smart checked shirt arrived, thumping a huge pile of chips onto the green baize before proceeding to run over the table. The new table chip leader was on Daniel's immediate left, the worst possible position for Daniel, resulting in him becoming stuck in another fold-fold routine. 

He was not prepared to commit suicide, particularly with very few playable hands coming his way. And he was not the only one with that line of thinking as players around the table were bowing to the chip leader's superior stack as they had one eye on cashing in, which meant achieving a top twenty-seven place. 

After a while, the tattooed guy was the first to lose patience. His demeanour turned sour and his frequent complaints as he referred to the table as being 'suck out City' were clear signs of his irritation. The inevitable followed, he got his money in with the better hand and then left the table mumbling with frustration as the Chip Leader outdrew him. 

Soon afterwards, Dame Edna went in similar fashion and as the Chip Leader raked in even more chips, Daniel eased back in his seat. He really had no idea how he came to find himself still in the tournament. Other than the poker Gods, of course, he thought. 

At this point he was desperate to finish in the money. What a story that would be! He slowly stood up and stretched as the next hand was dealt, thinking that a few more folds could allow him to achieve his aim. Keep out of trouble, he thought. He eased himself back down and cupped his cards as he squinted at them. 

Queen–Queen–Two–Three. 

Despite being in late position, he told himself to lay them down. No need to play, he thought, at the same moment that he heard himself announce a raise. 

Immediately he did so, he prayed for the Chip Leader to fold. Unfortunately, the poker Gods were not listening. The man in the check-shirt re-raised. Daniel thought for a long time, debating whether to get involved. Then he convinced himself that he was ahead. And if that was the case, Chip Leader could not get lucky all the time, could he? 

This was a difficult decision, but after an inordinate amount of time, common sense took over and Daniel decided to fold, ahead or not. He was therefore as surprised as anyone when he heard a voice very similar to his, albeit a little deeper and thicker. 

"Call."

A quick buzz of noise ran around the table and the Chip Leader glanced over his right shoulder and gave Daniel a lop-sided grin.

"Eager to leave us?" he asked.

Daniel was breathing heavily, thinking that he was in over his head. But he attempted to follow through on his statue impersonation, sitting impassively as the board produced Ace–Four–Seven. That meant Daniel had flopped the nut low, with a chance of a wheel. He check-called. 

The seven on the turn paired the board. Daniel check-called again. 

Then those poker Gods showed exactly how much they loved him. The river was a Queen. Not only did he have the nut low, he had Queens full also. Daniel checked again, praying the Chip Leader would raise. He did. 

Daniel check-raised and Chip Leader called, turning over Ace-Two–Four–Queen. 

He had the second nut low, together with two pair, Aces and Queens.

Daniel felt elated but sat with a quiet satisfaction, calmly nodding in response to the Chip Leader's "Nice hand," comment. 

Then he let out a long sigh of relief, standing up slowly and easing his aching body away from the table as he folded the next few hands. He knew that if he held his nerve a little longer he would certainly cash, but would probably fail to arrive in time for Grace's performance tonight. 

It was around twenty minutes later that he heard Matt Savage's voice announcing they were down to twenty-seven players. Unbelievable. He had made the money. 

A huge round of applause from the remaining players greeted the announcement. Anyone knocked out from now on would leave with a small profit on his or her $2,000 investment, whereas the value increased proportionately the further a player advanced. And a cheque of over $150,000 awaited the winner.

*

Lauren had just washed her hair and was sitting naked on the bed, with just a white, hotel towel around her head, when she received the call from Kay Kristen. 

"Hi Lauren. How are you doing?"

Lauren felt a lump in her throat as she took a gulp. 

"Good," she nervously replied. 

Her throat became very dry and she was incapable of becoming embroiled in any small talk until she knew the outcome. She paused, waiting for the news – good or bad.

Instead, Kay asked, "Dan and I were hoping you'd be free for dinner this evening?" 

Lauren hesitated before replying, gently rubbing her wet hair through the towel.

"Oh, I'd love to, I really would. But it's my sister's singing debut this evening at Samuel Smith's club. I can't miss that, Kay."

"My, my..." Kay responded with a soft purr. "That is impressive. She must be very talented. How about this, Lauren? We'll eat early and then you, Dan and I can all go on to the club. I know it well. Is she there for the week?"

"No, just tonight," Lauren responded.

She unravelled the towel from her head and dropped it onto the bed beside her, before pulling herself onto her knees to explain. 

"She is talented, Kay, very talented. She got this performance through a contact in England and has a booking just for tonight. But we're hoping that she'll be a success and that this will be a big break for her."

"I see," purred Kay.

Her voice seemed strangely condescending, as if she knew something Lauren did not. Lauren could not quite put her finger on it. 

"And has she met Samuel?" Kay asked.

"She is there now," Lauren replied, wondering where all this was going. "She had rehearsals this afternoon and I know she will have given her all. I'm feeling so nervous for her."

"Don't be," Kay reassuringly replied. "Samuel likes his rehearsals, and if Grace has lived up to his expectations, I know she'll be fine."

"I'm sure she will," Lauren responded quickly, wanting this woman to know how confident she was in her sister's ability. "She has a fabulous voice, Kay."

Lauren had suddenly realised she had been distracted by this talk of Grace and her thoughts returned to the question of whether she had been selected to model. Her hand began playing with the towel on the bed as she waited for Kay to get to the point. She could not bear this, why was she waiting? The thought that Kay would not have offered to take her out to dinner had she not been successful, never entered her head.

"Dan and I will look forward to catching her performance with you, after our dinner," she purred. And then with a delicate feminine laugh, she added, "And over dinner we can discuss all the details around your new modelling contract with us. You've done very well, Lauren. Congratulations."

Lauren exploded with happiness, silently throwing the wet towel into the air. This was so much more than she could have hoped for. 

"Ms Kristen... Kay... That's absolutely wonderful. I don't know what to say, except thank you so very much. I won't let you down, I promise."

"I know you won't," Kay responded, her voice purring again. "You are just what we are looking for and you'll do a fabulous job. We're going to start shooting tomorrow. It will take three days, all full sessions. But we can discuss the details in full tonight. You're going to be a star, Lauren." 

"That's wonderful, Kay," Lauren intoned, her voice exploding with delight. "And thank you... thank you so much, again."

"You're welcome, sweetie. We'll meet you in reception at nine o'clock sharp. Bye."

*

Grace had been relieved that Daniel was not at the hotel when she returned following her afternoon encounter with Samuel. She had taken a long, hot, foam bath whilst her eyes glowed at the excitement of their encounter and the possibilities that appeared to be opening up to her. 

When she returned to the club that evening she wondered how Samuel would react, but any concerns she had were quickly dispelled. He was the first to greet her, taking her hand in his and lightly kissing it. She stared into his broad smile, marvelling at the whiteness of his teeth, as he continued to hold her hand. 

In a quick, imperceptible movement that she knew could not be seen by others, he turned her hand so that her palm was facing upwards, and lightly ran his tongue along the soft flesh. It gave her all the confirmation she needed. For a moment, she felt weak at the knees and would have given anything to take this giant of a man back to the dressing room and provide a repeat performance. 

"You look ravishing, Grace," he complimented her. "After this afternoon, I have really good vibes about you. You're going to be a fabulous success tonight!" 

Grace thanked him, aware that she was blushing. Her knowing eyes stared back deeply into his, unspoken words being exchanged between them. 

"Clearly you bring out the best in me, Samuel," she whispered, her voice a little shaky as she surprised herself with her forwardness.

Samuel sat her at a vacant, reserved, booth and picked up on their long conversation earlier that afternoon. Then he asked if she had any feedback on Daniel's poker progress. Grace shook her head, her eyes still magnetically being held by the big man, and asked if Samuel knew what time the tournament would finish tonight.

"Well, little lady," he replied, "If he's still playing, you could be finished performing before he does, that's for sure." 

Grace's sensual mouth dropped in surprise. Samuel laughed, ordering two soft drinks from a passing waitress before raising a big hand to stroke her cheek.

"And where is your sister?" he asked

Before she could answer, the phone call came through from Lauren. The waitress brought both their drinks and the phone to their booth, and after a couple of minutes excited chatter she relayed the full story to Samuel. His smiled widened at her excitement, and they clinked their glasses against one another in celebration.

"Kay and Dan have taken Lauren for a celebratory dinner," she added, her brown eyes sparkling at her sister's success. "But she said they will all be coming here later to hear my performance." 

"That's wonderful," Samuel beamed, his deep voice making Grace tremble. "And as for the other star in the family, I've arranged to delay your performance until sometime after midnight. That way, Grace, you will top tonight's bill. And there will be plenty of time for your sister and this boy of yours, to arrive." 

The excitement in Grace's eyes must have been quite evident, because Samuel took her small hand in his again and flashed his brilliant white smile. 

"Samuel, that's so wonderful," Grace enthusiastically responded, beaming at this big man who was making her feel so important. "I'm very grateful." 

"I hope so," Samuel responded, his eyes narrowing. "And I look forward to finding out exactly how grateful." 

Grace had no doubt that she had blushed again. But this time that feeling had been accompanied by an even strong arousal between her legs. This man had such an incredibly powerful effect on her.

"Now?" she asked, her fingers stroking the hand that held hers.

"My," he said, standing up and pulling her to her feet. "You are full of surprises, Grace." 

*

Daniel slumped slightly in his chair, feeling the ache in his lower back as he did so. He had thought that the announcement that they were down to the final twenty-seven would signal an end to the play, but not so. The other players laughed at his question and informed him they would all be there until they were knocked out, or had reached the Final Table. 

At that point, that was definitely not what wanted to hear. 

With play continuing, he continued to fold whatever was put in front of him and as time passed his chip stack reflected his reducing inactivity. If he had been able to think rationally, he would have taken a more aggressive approach, but instead his tired mind was leading him to a slow death. He was caught in two minds and his approach did nothing for his chances of making the Final Table of the tournament, or reaching the club in time for Grace's performance. 

As midnight, Matt Savage interrupted his thoughts for the second time that evening with his announcement that they were now down to nineteen players and needed to balance tables. For Daniel, this was the best thing that could have happened. His move to another table drew him out of his mental lethargy and he decided he would be playing aggressively from now on. He had gained the flavour of the World Series that he wanted, plus a nice little profit, and now he would either be on his way shortly to see Grace, or have a real go at winning the whole thing. 

His first hand at his new table brought him Ace–Ace–Nine–Eight. Double suited. 

It did not offer a guaranteed high and held no chance for a low but his mind was now in aggressive mode. A guy with a bushy black moustache, two to his right, raised. After two folds, Daniel decided to try and isolate him and take him on heads up. He calculated that their stacks were similar sizes, so this could either double him up or send him on his way to the club. He re-raised. 

Everyone else folded and Moustache put Daniel all-in. The moment of truth, Daniel thought as he called.

Moustache turned over a pair of Kings, with a Jack-Ten. Daniel had him dominated and two minutes later he had his chips too. Eighteen players remained and his stack had now doubled.

They drew to two tables and with the blinds 1,000–1,500, Daniel was in a good chip position and prepared to continue his aggression. It took a while before he saw another playable hand, but he felt that was okay as the other players seemed eager to knock one another out whilst he sat back and watched. 

Within an hour they were down to twelve players, three away from the Final Table.

Daniel had an opportunity to reduce the numbers to eleven when he went heads-up against a spotty kid who looked like he should still be at school, but who had belied his age with some very aggressive play at the table. But the kid had just lost a big pot and was now the short stack. Daniel instinctively felt he was ahead when the kid went all-in, but when they turned their cards ove, he was not. And the kid's hand held up. 

Buoyed by his success, Spotty Kid went very aggressively at the very next hand against a chunky guy wearing all black. This time the poker Gods were intent on balancing things out and an Ace on the river saw Spotty leave in eleventh position. This gave the chip lead to Chunky who immediately increased his stack by taking out a conservative German who had been card dead over the last hour or so.

And then Chunky did everyone a favour just before one o'clock, when he knocked out a rather vociferous Swede who had been making as much noise at the table as the rest of the players put together. 

Just like that, Daniel thought, he had actually reached the Final Table at a World Series event. And it was in his very first tournament at that. This was unbelievable, quite unbelievable, he thought. He could not wait to tell Grace... and Katherine.

The spectators were ushered out of the room and the doors locked as the tournament officials counted their chips. They were sealed in plastic bags for tomorrow's Final Table and signatures requested attesting to their chip counts. Being such a novice, even this process was exciting to Daniel. 

As he left to find a taxi, he kept looking back, attempting to soak every single moment into the memory banks. It would never happen again, that was for sure.




Vegas Ch. 05



This is my first attempt at writing, having been inspired by a small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story in tribute to them.

Having completed the novel, I have learnt so much more than I knew at the outset. Two areas of feedback are welcomed: 

1. Comments of encouragement that will inspire me to write more... and constructive criticism that will help me improve. 

2. Voting that will help me assess the enjoyment factor.... or otherwise. 

CHAPTER FIVE: THE DAY HEATS UP 

Daniel's troubled mind was beginning to settle down. He felt strong pangs of guilt over his actions with Katherine at the introductory dinner and he was only too aware of how despicable those were. Despite the relationship problems he and Grace had been suffering recently, he had genuinely thought that the visit to Vegas was the opportunity for a fresh start. Even more, perhaps it could have led to a return to the magical early days when they seemed to have been so much in love. 

And yet he had betrayed her on their first day in the city.

There was no doubt that he felt a strong excitement around Katherine. She was such a free spirit and she simply oozed a sexuality that brought out in him a degree of arousal previously unfamiliar to him. Even just thinking of her now, as he stood on the Strip waiting for the bus to take him Downtown, was having an effect. The way she had looked at him, her soft voice, her fabulous body, their lovemaking. The thoughts brought an instant erection. What was wrong with him?

He glanced around at the half dozen others waiting beside him at the bus stop, wondering what secrets they had to hide. A Hispanic woman openly returned his stare and he pulled his tired eyes away. He realised he had behaved badly and that despite their recent issues, he was committed to Grace. He owed it to her to behave in the proper manner, especially as she had been so faithful and supportive to him. 

Then why was he thinking of Katherine, he wondered again, standing back slightly from the kerb as the heavy, yellow bus arrived at the stop.

As he boarded, he realised that whatever sensations Katherine was producing in him this morning, for whatever reasons, he needed to focus instead on both Grace and his poker. And that started with today's Final Table. He wearily slumped back in his seat beside a group of excited Japanese tourists, who were jabbering away to each other in their own language. 

As he tried to drown the sound, he realised it was not just his thoughts of Grace and Katherine that he had to battle against. It was also the fact that he had had less than four hours sleep last night. To say he was tired from the excitement, adrenalin rush and physical exertions of the previous day was putting it mildly. He felt exhausted, to say the very least, and he wearily closed his eyes in an attempt to block out his thoughts and the noise around him. 

Although he catnapped for less than ten minutes, curiously enough it had its effect. Once he alighted and slowly made his way along Fremont Street towards Benny's Bullpen, an invisible hand appeared to lift the tiredness. Whether it was that brief rest, or the fact that he had shaken other thoughts away and was beginning to focus on his poker, a certain jauntiness returned to both his walk and mental attitude. 

Even if he was first out today, his winnings would amount to four and a half times his entry fee. And that was a bonus considering the reason he had entered was to gain experience, and to obtain a flavour for what lay ahead. To have achieved what he had done was beyond his wildest expectations. 

He decided to set himself a target and as he was currently in fifth chip position, he set his expectations at a top four finish. He appreciated that every other player had vastly more experience than he had, but all he asked for was a fair share of luck. If that came his way, he felt sure he could astound a few people. 

And there was one other factor that he had going for him, he realised, as he entered the casino. That was the element of surprise. Others did not know his game, although unbeknown to Daniel, the news of this rookie Brit had started to spread. Before the Final Table commenced, he was both astonished and delighted to be interviewed by none other than Norman Chad, who along with Lon McEachern, co-hosted the television WSOP broadcasts. 

Norm was the 'colour man' and Lon the analyst and whilst both of them did excellent jobs of providing insight, Norm had made his reputation with humorous comments on player behaviour, and his ability to find some type of common ground to which the average television fan could relate. It had made him a favourite among the many poker aficionados, including Daniel. 

Daniel shook Norm's warm, hairy hand and told him that he had watched him so many times on British television and was a big fan of his. The friendly Chad thanked him and pointed out that the viewers would be fascinated by the story Daniel had to tell. It took a while to record it all on tape, and after completing the recorded telecast, Norm wished Daniel luck. Not only would his progress at today's Final Table be monitored and reported, he said, but so would his efforts in the forthcoming Main Event. 

The interview made Daniel feel even better and he laughingly told himself that whilst it seemed he was becoming a celebrity, it would certainly be no more than five minutes of fame. Enjoy it whilst it lasts he told himself, but do not lose your focus. 

But that focus was not helped when a Practically Poker representative found him, having only just discovered what was happening with one of their qualifiers. He insisted on talking to Daniel about his achievements, before gently and not so teasingly asking why him why he was not wearing any of their gear. Daniel found himself blushing as he realised he had left his pack in the Hospitality suite before he and Katherine had commenced their tour. 

"No problem," announced his new friend. "I'll have another one, with a few extra goodies, delivered to your hotel."

He took details of Daniel's room and hotel, and then produced a black, long sleeved shirt bearing the site name and logo. 

"How about wearing this today," he encouraged. "Tell you what, as there's a little television coverage, we'll pay you five thousand dollars if you wear this and finish in the top four."

*

The phone call had taken Grace by surprise, but she was delighted. It was an invitation to lunch, no less. At Samuel Smith's. It appeared that Samuel was as keen to see her again as she was to be with him. Instead of her mid afternoon 'rehearsal', the female on the other end of the line had asked if she could arrive in time for lunch at one o'clock. 

Grace dressed in the sexiest lingerie she had brought with her and made a mental note to purchase more tomorrow. It was ten to one when she entered the club and she walked slowly across to the bar area. Her head swung from side to side as her eyes searched among the impressive crowd of patrons, trying to locate Samuel. 

Although the bar itself was very busy, a rather attractive young, blonde haired barman at the far end of the counter caught her eye and waved to her. She made her way over to where he was drying a large glass.

His soft eyes followed her as she approached and he gently said, "Hello Grace. You were something else last night." 

"Why thank you," she responded, pleased with the compliment.

"Want a drink?" he asked, gesturing to the row of bottles that adorned the bar behind him. "Compliments of the house."

Before she could reply she heard a hard voice from behind her. 

"No, she doesn't." 

She saw the barman immediately stiffen, almost as if he was about to stand to attention. Grace turned and looked at a very young, attractive man. It was Joshua, immaculately dressed in a dark suit, white shirt and silk red tie. 

"Hello, Grace. I am afraid to say that my dad has been called away on business for the afternoon. He asked me to look after you. So I thought lunch would be nice."

Grace took his proffered hand and his fingers gently caressed her palm. Before she could respond to his suggestion, he pointed to one side.

"Come and join me," he instructed.

It seemed more like a directive than a question, and she happily complied as he took her slim arm and guided her along the side of the bar. Opening a partially hidden door to the right, he led Grace up a small flight of stairs. Once at the top he stood aside, opening another door and allowing her to walk in ahead of him. His gaze dropped to the smooth interplay of her buttocks as she walked into the medium sized room and he involuntarily licked his lips as his mind jumped ahead to the pleasures that were in store. 

As she looked around, Grace's interested gaze took in the small, intimate table that stood to one side. There were two dinner places set, and several lit candles giving off a deliciously sensual smell of incense.

"Please have a seat," Joshua said, putting his hand in the small of her back. 

His thumb rubbed her skin through the fabric of her blouse as he gently guided her to one of the chairs. As she gracefully took her seat, Grace could not help herself from staring at him. He had the most amazing brown eyes, bright and alert, and she could see them shining at her in the white light given off by the candles.

"I wanted to thank you," he said, reaching for the dish in the centre of the table. 

Carefully removing the top with the help of a rich, green, cotton serviette, the air around them was immediately filled with the scent of Italian food. Grace's nostrils took in the smell of garlic, fresh pasta, and rich cheese and thought the aroma was wonderful. After a moment, she thought about what he had said.

"Thank me. Why?" she asked, her eyes flicking between his face and the food.

"For adding such a touch of class last night," Joshua casually replied. "You were quite superb, you know. We have big things planned for you, Grace."

"Really?" was all Grace could weakly reply, momentarily distracted as she watched his large hands delicately ladle up several small spoonfuls and scoop them onto a plate. He handed it across the table to her with a huge smile. 

For a moment there was silence between them whilst he served himself. Then, carefully placing the lid back on the top of the porcelain dish, he delicately poured two glasses of wine and flashed another smile as he handed one to Grace. As he smiled, she could not help but notice the similarity in looks to his father. But this was a younger version. She felt a familiar stirring and crossed her legs.

"To success," he said, raising his sparkling glass. He waited until Grace did the same and then added, "To your success, Grace. You are going to be a big star."

Grace blushed like a schoolgirl, unsure how to respond. But he continued without waiting for a reaction.

"My father speaks highly of you, Grace. He says you have a unique talent." 

He reached across and enveloped her small white hand in his as he spoke, his piercing brown eyes burning into hers. 

"Well, actually, he said you had more than one talent."

Grace blushed furiously again. His words resulted in the arousal between her legs increasing in intensity. But instead of responding, she bashfully looked down at her meal and, taking her hand from his, picked up her fork. She prodded the contents, aware that Joshua was watching as she poked at her meal. 

He realised her embarrassment and for the moment wondered if he had gone too far, too quickly. He allowed the comment to stay hanging between them and took a small bite from his own plate. But his eyes never left her face.

Grace dug the fork in deeper and lifted out a portion. The scent was overpowering and she had to try it. The food practically melted on her tongue, her taste buds overwhelmed. An edible piece of bliss, Grace thought to herself, wondering as she chewed and swallowed if she was referring to the food or the young man seated across the table. Joshua continued to watch her, approval glowing in his eyes.

"It's delicious," Grace said, looking at him again as she re-found her confidence. 

The flavours still tingled in her mouth and she watched as Joshua also savoured the food. His attractive, powerful neck moved ever so slightly as he gracefully swallowed. Everything about this man was graceful, she thought. He closed his eyes in appreciation at the taste, and then opened them, smiling at Grace. 

She wondered if the smile was in approval at the taste of the food, or at the way she had been watching him. 

"You are quite correct," he stated with a brief simplicity. "It is delicious. Enjoy."

*

The world was moving too fast, Daniel thought. He had eventually sat down at the table having changed into the crisp, clean shirt but declined a matching baseball style cap. He eased his solid frame back against the arms of the chair, lifting the chipped, wooden front legs from the ground as he did so. He closed his eyes and attempted to regulate his rapid breathing. Time to calm down, he told his inner self. 

He decided that with so much going on around him, his way of dealing with the unfamiliar attention would be to fold every hand he was given until premium cards were dealt his way. He understood that was not exactly a textbook approach, but knew that he had enough chips to adopt this strategy, for a while at least. 

As he nervously glanced around the Final Table, noting the serious expressions adorning every face, he hoped that this line of attack would stop him from doing anything silly whilst his head was spinning. Not only that, but with blinds of 2,000 and 3,000; and betting limits of 3,000 to 6,000; he knew there could be dramatic chip swings. He knew he could make himself look a complete idiot if he made a bad move and exited quickly. 

However, he attempted to convince himself that if he could allow a few others to take each other out, then he would move up in position by default. He ordered a diet coke and eased forward in his seat, his searching eyes again taking in the whole table as the dealer prepared to release the first hand.

If he was wondering who would be the first to go, it did not take long for him to find out. The short stack was a mountain of a man with a thick, red, beard and it seemed clear from both his demeanour and early aggression that he meant business. After successive all-ins had improved his chip position, he made the same move again and found himself called by another short stack, a young clean cut kid sporting a crew cut. 

The Mountain Man somehow found a straight from a losing position to win his third successive hand and reduce the field to eight. 

Daniel exhaled slowly. His worst nightmare of being the first to leave the table had not been realised and he allowed himself a long sigh of relief. Three hands later the Final Table was reduced down to seven. Mountain Man continued with his aggressive style and perhaps encouraged by his doubling up, attempted to do the same again, but this time he decided to lock horns with the chunky framed guy who held the chip lead from yesterday's play. 

The outcome was predictable and Mountain Man left, growling as he stroked his beard.

Daniel realised that he had not played a single hand, and yet he was guaranteed seventh position at the very least. He was around par in chips when the blinds increased to 2,000 and 4,000 and it was then he received his first action. The dealer fanned him a pair of aces with rags. The new short stack, an older guy wearing a crumpled light blue Whistling Straits golf shirt, made a raise in early position and everyone folded to Daniel. After thinking for a few seconds, he re-raised.

Whistling Straits instantly called and Daniel knew that by calling, his opponent was pot committed. This hand was going all the way. He felt his throat involuntarily swallow and wondered where that had come from. A long swig from the red diet Coke can eased the dryness.

The flop was Jack–Nine–Ace. His heart beat increased. That gave him a set.

Whistling Straits bet. Daniel re-raised and with the call, Whistling Straits was all-in. They turned over their cards and Daniel saw that as expected, Whistling Straits was on a diamond flush draw. He felt the dryness return.

The turn brought a club, as did the river. Daniel's internal sigh of relief was almost audible. His chip stack had substantially improved and now there were only six players remaining. 

A young kid on Daniel's left, who looked like he needed a shave but did not look old enough to do so, was running low on chips. He had been sitting impassively for a while but now apparently decided enough was enough, and pushed all-in. Chip leader Chunky naturally called and using the method so prevalent in the tournament so far, took him out on the river. 

Daniel had made the last five. Only one more and he would have achieved his last four objective - and another five thousand dollars from his site sponsor! 

Hell, he could even win the whole thing, unbelievable as that sounded. There was a good crowd gathered now in the Bullpen, straining for the best view behind the velvet cord. Friends, family and admirers all shouted words of encouragement to the players every so often, or at least, all of the players with the exception of Daniel. Until....

"How's it going, Englishman?" 

Daniel instantly recognised the familiar voice from the rail and immediately an involuntary smile spread across his still dry lips. He slowly glanced around and saw Katherine beaming at him. After folding his hand, he walked over to where she was standing. He could not help but feel a surge of delight, despite his instant recollection of the conversation he had held with himself at the bus stop. 

"I'm doing okay," he murmured nervously. "How about you?"

"Oh I'm good," she answered, her green eyes mischievously sparkling as she pulled a strand of her red hair from across her freckled forehead. "I've been thinking about you. Quite a lot."

Despite his surroundings, and his newfound intentions of being faithful to Grace, Daniel felt an immediate stirring in his loins. Even as he felt the embarrassing reaction, a cheer went up around them. He glanced back at the table to see the tall bespectacled guy who had been sitting to his right stand up, shaking his head. He shook hands with the other players and then came over and did the same to Daniel. 

"Good luck, son," he said, his firm hand shaking Daniel's and then for some reason added, "I'm rooting for you."

Daniel thanked him, patting the man's shoulder as he turned away. He began to turn back to Katherine, realising just how pleased he was to see her. 

"That was worth five thousand dollars," he began to say, and then caught himself. "Wait a minute, how did you know I was playing here...." he began.

"You told me," she reminded him, her sparkling eyes laughing happily. "I could not come to find you yesterday because I was working. So I thought I'd try today, though I'm working again and only have a few minutes. But here I am!" 

Her bright eyes sparkled at him and he found himself grinning inanely. 

"You better wipe that college boy smile off your face, Englishman," she teasingly said.

She whispered slightly so that he had to lean into her to catch her words. He could smell her fabulous perfume as he did. 

"I was hoping that you had not been knocked out of the tournament yesterday, but I had more faith in you than that."

Daniel smiled again, his tongue flicking across his dry lips.

"I have to go," Katherine continued, placing her tiny hand on his tanned arm. "I just wanted to check. Are you going to Samuel Smith's to see Grace perform later?" 




Vegas Ch. 05



Her bright, green eyes widened again and she laughed aloud at the look of surprise on Daniel's face. She could see him wondering how she could know about Grace and Samuel Smith's? 

"You told me that too," she whispered. 

Daniel nodded and his eyes hooded as he thought back and attempted to recall exactly what he had told her. It was her eager lovemaking that had remained at the front of his mind rather than their conversation. 

"Well, actually, that was last night. But they've booked her for the rest of the week, too," he explained, almost proudly.

"Good. So you'll be there, then," Katherine responded, smiling broadly again. 

Her bright green eyes were alive as her mind planned out their next liaison, and she leant up, her tiny hands resting on his broad shoulders as her full lips gently and lingeringly kissed his. He blushed, wondering if any cameras were capturing the moment, then felt her breath on his ear.

"See you there," she mischievously whispered.

She turned on her heels, gently moving a few paces away, before sweeping back around as if in afterthought and, raising her soft voice above the onlookers, shouted across to him.

"Oh yes. Good luck, Englishman."

*

As they finished their meal, Joshua pushed his empty plate away.

"So tell me, Grace. How do you feel about becoming a star?" he casually asked, taking another sip of wine.

For a moment, she experienced the sickening feeling that this was all an elaborate hoax. Perhaps something father and son had designed, and regularly practiced with all the naïve girls who came to their club? In an instant, she felt a pang of displeasure, deceit even. 

"I'll believe it when it happens," she defiantly said, staring across the table into the piercing brown eyes that were trained on hers.

"Oh, it's going to happen," he said confidently. "Providing you put your full trust in us, of course."

Rather than put Grace's concerns to rest, his words magnified the doubts in her mind. She assumed the son was looking for a blow job too. She made up her mind there and then that that was simply not going to happen, despite the fact that the sexual arousal she felt was beginning to betray the will of her mind. 

As the thoughts ran through across her face, Joshua seemed to sense her doubts. He stood up and picked up two glasses from the side table. He handed Grace the one with the powdered tranquilliser. Whilst he did not think it would be necessary, previous experience had convinced him to leave nothing to chance. Returning to his seat, he leant forward, clinking glasses and making sure Grace followed his lead and took a long sip of her drugged drink.

"A beautiful woman like you may have some doubts, Grace," he calmly stated, leaning forward and fixing his gaze on her eyes. "That would be only natural. But please do not underestimate what we are going to do for you and your career." 

He briefly paused, allowing her to dwell on his words, before continuing. "You have a wonderful talent, Grace, and my father has already demonstrated his commitment to you with a full week's booking here. Do you know how much that will help you, Grace?" 

She felt her throat constrict and took another sip from the glass he had just handed her. "I'm very grateful..." she began, but Joshua held his hand up.

"So you should be, Grace. You should be very grateful. We have reserved the star spot for you for the next week, a spot that famous performers would do anything to have... "

Grace took another drink, draining the curious tasting mixture, only too aware that she had misjudged the situation. But before she could recover, Joshua continued, his eyes sparkling as he saw her drink disappear. He took her small hand in his. 

"But that's only the start, Grace. Not only have we given you that wonderful platform, but in the next few days you will be singing with Lisa Welles."

As he saw Grace's mouth drop, Joshua laughed out loud. It was a big rumbling laugh. He let go of her hand and stood up, planting two hands on the tablecloth as he leaned forward, towering above her across the table.

"That's right, Grace. We have Lisa booked and she can't wait to see you again. But...." he paused 

He watched Grace closely, her sensuous lips parted in shock as she listened, spellbound, to what this young man had to say. He realised he had this deliciously sexy young woman in the palm of his hand. He watched as her pupils appeared to slightly defocus, before continuing.

"That is only the beginning. Believe me, Grace, we have great plans for you. Great plans."

He stopped speaking, continuing to stare down into those sexy eyes. They were now wide with excitement, clearly affected by the aphrodisiac. 

She found she could hardly talk. How could she have had any doubts, even sixty seconds ago? This was so much more than she had anticipated. 

"That's wonderful," she gasped. "I can't believe it. Thank you, Joshua. Thank you so much." 

Her drugged mind had at last found an ability to speak and her voice was dripping with anticipation and arousal. She could not wait to see Lisa again.

He smiled, knowing that his words had struck home, and so had the drug. Not only would his father's organisation make a lot of money from making this fabulous looking woman a star but, such was her appreciation, she was now his to do with whatever he wanted. And he was well aware that with careful handling she would be available to meet their needs in the future, whenever they wanted. 

For him, that started now.

"That is our commitment to you, Grace," he continued, putting her in a corner from which there was only one exit. "But then, what we need to see and understand is your full and unequivocal commitment to us, too. Do you get my meaning?"

Grace did. She knew exactly what he wanted and even without the drug, she was now ready to do anything for this man and his father.

*

It was not that long after Katherine had left him that Daniel's luck ran out. He was dealt Ace–Queen–Seven–Two. The first three cards were spades. 

Everyone folded to Chunky, who raised. Daniel hesitated, lots of thoughts spilling around his mind in just a few seconds. Did he really want to become involved with the chip leader? He knew he should lay it down. This guy could break him. He should just stay out of his way and get on with the next hand. 

But conversely, his hand was a good one. And at this stage of the tournament, he felt he had to play. He was not going to be timid. He was going to be aggressive. He re-raised, hoping to take the pot there and then, not wanting to get heavily involved. But when Chunky re-raised him, he knew this was going to be the defining hand in his Final Table appearance. 

Win it, and he could win the entire event. He called. 

The board came Queen–Seven–Four.

Daniel raised and Chunky re-raised him again. It was at that point that Daniel felt sure that his opponent had Aces in the pocket and had a strong feeling that he was ahead. He had an Ace-high flush draw, two pairs – Queens and sevens, and the nut low draw. If his instinct was correct, he was in the driving seat.

His mind quickly evaluated the situation. If Chunky was sitting with Aces, as he suspected, there was only one left in the pack. As a Queen or seven would give Daniel a full house, there were only two cards that could help Chunky. One was the remaining Ace. The other was a four, to give him a better two pair. That made only four cards left in the deck that could help him. 

Daniel had never been the greatest with poker math, but he reckoned that made Chunky around a ten to one dog. And even if he did hit, Daniel could still win the low. He was in great shape. After another round of raising and re-raising, Daniel was all-in. They turned over their cards and Daniel saw that his read was spot on. 

Chunky had Ace–Ace–King–Ten.

Daniel felt his heart beating uncontrollably. His new chip stack was going to put him in great shape to win the whole thing. At that moment, only positive thoughts were flowing through his mind. 

Then the dealer turned over an Ace. The last Ace in the pack.

Daniel was stunned at the unfairness of it all. Part of the gallery started whooping and hollering and Daniel briefly closed his hurting eyes in an effort to try to blank out the noise. He tore them open and looked at Chunky, who had made no effort to join in the wild celebration going on in the background. He simply stared right back impassively, the only flicker of acknowledgement being an almost imperceptible shrug of his thick, heavy, shoulders. 

Okay, Daniel thought, give me a low card that doesn't give me a pair and I can get out of this unscathed. Please... 

But this time the poker God was not listening. Or perhaps it was just that he, or she, chose not to hear the plea? A Jack was revealed and with that, Daniel was gone in fourth place. 

It had been a fantastic experience, which he told himself was his objective after all. And he had the added bonus of a thirty thousand plus dollar pay-off, plus the five thousand dollar sponsorship. 

But he still had a sense of dejection at the way of his demise. He had gone from knowing he was out of his depth to actually believing he could win. The truth, as it turned out, was probably somewhere in the middle. Right there and then, that did not feel like much consolation.

As he ever so slowly left the table, he was intercepted by Norman Chad, who seemed to have appeared from nowhere, microphone in hand, to pick up on their last conversation. He congratulated Daniel, turned him to the waiting camera, and asked if he felt that he now had the experience that could help him in the Main Event. Daniel mumbled something about hoping so but that he knew he had overachieved. After a few more demoralised answers, that was that. 

When they concluded the piece, Chad made a point of shaking Daniel's hand. He told him that he could understand how he was feeling, but that he should focus on all the positives. He wished Daniel well and told him he was looking forward to seeing him again in a couple of days.

*

Joshua had led Grace through a door into another small, room, which featured only a large bed, surrounded by mirrors. Unknown to Grace, there were cameras concealed in each mirror. Her eyes were squeezed into hooded slits of pleasure as he sat them both down on the bed and pressed his soft lips against her own. Her drugged mind whirled lazily as she opened her mouth, allowing his tongue inside and immediately engaging it with her own.

Their laboured breathing filled the room as he wrapped his arm around her waist, pulling her closer, his hand caressing down her back to her bottom, squeezing first one cheek and then the other. His thumb grazed across a patch of exposed skin between the bottom of her blouse and her trousers. 

At that very moment she wanted this young man more than she had ever wanted any other. She could feel his breath heavy on her cheek as he exhaled, and knew she was becoming more excited as his roaming hands caressed her body. She could see the bulge in his trousers that was simply impossible to hide. He pulled off his red, silk tie but then Grace dragged his hands away, taking the initiative. 

Unfastening the buttons on his shirt, her mouth moved from his lips and she began to kiss down his neck towards his chest. She pulled at the ends of his shirt, lifting it up and out from his belt and desperately unfastening the final couple of buttons before pulling it off and tossing it onto the floor. Grace was overwhelmed with her own arousal, and her need to show her commitment, her gratitude. She wanted there to be no doubt. She lowered her head down his chest once again, this time kissing and licking his dark nipples as her tongue slid smoothly down his hard abs. 

She pushed his hands away again as he tried to help, and swiftly unbuckled his belt. Spurred on by the joint aphrodisiacs of drugs and promises, she wanted to show what she could do. She pushed his trousers to the floor and slid to her knees, dipping her head so that she was just a few inches away from his still covered manhood. She heard him gasp in excitement as she slid her hand into his boxers and pulled out his large, rock hard penis. He was as big as his father. 

She held his shaft firmly in her hand and then wasted no time in lowering her mouth. She slid her willing lips down the length of the impressive shaft, determined to please this young man in the same way she had with Samuel. Grace felt him move his hand onto her bottom as he bent over her, slipping the other hand beneath her waist to grasp the fly of her jeans. 

It was then that she realised that the son wanted much more than a blow job and she did not intend to disappoint him. She wanted that too. With some difficulty he unbuttoned the loose clasp and unzipped the front, hooking the edges with his thumbs as he pulled them down off her. She could feel the air on her naked buttocks, resulting in even greater stimulation and suitably encouraged, she moved a hand onto to his shaft, masturbating him as she sucked. 

But this was going to be a two way encounter, she deliciously realised. She felt his hand slide between them, finding her already wet with arousal. He pushed her thong aside with a finger and began to work the tip of his middle finger into her vulva, feeling her softness beneath his touch. Grace groaned, sucking harder now.

He lifted his hands and began to remove her blouse as best he could. Sliding the top over her back and shoulders, she felt it hang around her neck between her breasts before he eased it away. She wore a black, lacy bra which now strained against the size of her full breasts that swayed gently as she bobbed up and down. Grace could almost feel his testicles start to tingle as his orgasm grew near. 

But it seemed he did not want to cum yet and reaching his hand to her head, he gently but firmly lifted her mouth off of his penis. She raised her head and looked at him, unsure of the next step. She thought that she must have looked quite a sight, lust in her eyes, her lipstick smeared, and with a hint of moisture against her upper lip. She looked up at him, awaiting his next move. He smiled and pulled her up and onto the bed alongside him. 

She had led the foreplay up to now but he was determined to take control and Grace was not going to argue. She wanted this young man to fuck her. As he ran his hand across her cheek, her face followed his touch and she licked and kissed the back of his palm. He placed his hands beneath her breasts, grasping the hook in the front that held her firm globes in place. 

With a soft snap, the hook opened and the garment parted. He moved his hand to her left breast and pushed the bra aside, cupping the mound in his hand as his heavy thumb stroked her nipple. Grace sighed as he teased the hardening nub, the dark areola growing flush beneath his touch. This young man knew what he was doing. He placed his other hand on the opposite breast and pushed the bra aside, allowing it to fall from of her body. 

She was topless now and within seconds she was naked as she jumped up and pulled off her panties. Immediately, she reached down and slid his boxers off, then did a little turn for him as she moved towards him, rotating her firm, trim body as she reversed down on him. She lowered her bottom onto his lap, capturing his thick, shaft firmly between her thighs.

She rocked slowly, his penis hard and blazing with heat as she edged his rounded head inside her eager body. The feeling was sensational, he was so agonizingly close to being inside her and yet neither one of them had used their hands for this part of the seduction. Simply allowing their bodies to grind and respond to one another was more than enough. 

Grace could not believe how alive she felt and how much she was in control. She was determined to give this young man the best fucking of his life. She settled back against him, her slim back against his broad, muscular chest as she parted her legs more widely now, the angle of his shaft just enough to allow the head to press hard against her labia, silently begging to be allowed all the way in. Her half closed eyes were full of lust as she smiled with a feeling of extreme sexual power.

"Ready, baby?" she teased, looking at the erotic sight in the mirror.

Without waiting for a response, she adjusted her hips and rocked forwards, allowing his shaft access, his breath a harsh gasp as he sank exquisitely slowly inside her. Her head looked down to watch his hard erection disappear, filling her completely. Then Joshua slowly moved his hands to her thighs and began to lift her off him slightly and then pull her back. Her head fell back against his chest as she eased her tanned hips up to aid his manoeuvring.

She allowed him to rock her up and down, a grunt from his lips and a moan from hers now the only noises in the small room. Joshua moved one hand and placed it at the small of her back, gently pushing her forward so that her head lowered but she was still able to watch herself in the mirror. It was the most erotic sight and feeling of her life.

She responded to every push and pull as he continued to slowly move inside of her, her hands reaching forward to tightly grip onto the bedclothes as his hips now thrust into her at a better angle. 

"You enjoy watching yourself?" he grunted, making Grace moan out loud.

The base of his shaft occasionally brushed her sensitive clitoris, making her body tense up above him. She knew that the torrent of sexual release was coming quickly now, the slowness of their fucking not enough to stop the inevitable tide that was destined to arrive. Grace was lost to her sexual inhibitions now, staring at their reflection in the mirror, her body responding as he increased the pace. Lifting her eyes away from the reflection, she turned her head to look back at him.

No words were necessary as Grace committed this act of unfaithfulness to Daniel and rather than feeling any remorse, she continued to push back hard against his moving hips. She was close now and bucked with all the might she could muster, feeling the hard nub between her legs held firm against his invincible shaft. 

She felt the sensation overwhelm her and desperately thrust backwards one final time as she came, a single, long, moan escaping from her lips in satisfaction. She held desperately onto the bedclothes as she shuddered, her fingernails digging deep into the fabric. His large hands held and caressed her firm breasts as she reached her orgasm, helping her prolong the sensation as her undulating body convulsed on top of him. 

As she began to recover, she determined to help Joshua achieve the release she could feel he so badly needed. She jumped up and stood beside the bed, pulling him to his feet with her. Staring into his lust filled eyes, she leant over the bed, raising her buttocks so that he had no doubt as to what she was offering. Instantly he took his place behind her, easily sliding into her responsive body as she watched in the mirror.

She saw and then felt his hand slide from behind her onto her breast, taking her nipple, rotating it against his palm. She looked back over her shoulder, her eyes on fire. 

"You gonna fuck me again, baby?" she teased.

Her words drove him on and he thrust into her, holding onto her waist with one hand, her breast with the other, bouncing her body against him as he increased his motions. He gripped her body tightly as he, too, looked in the mirror, watching her watching him. She deliberately held his eyes with her own, enjoying the barely controlled lust for her that she saw in them. 

This fucking woman was hot, he thought, the notion inspiring him to power himself into her more and more with each thrust, so much so that it did not take long for his orgasm to arrive. The overwhelming intensity finally broke through and after Grace sensed he was close, she felt it release like an explosion, the hot delivery coating the inside of her inner walls. It sent her so far over the edge that she came again, screaming out his name. 




Vegas Ch. 05



Eventually he released his tight grip on her body and they both collapsed forward onto the bed. Grace's eyes were closed tightly but a blissful smile invaded her lips as her sweating and exhausted body sprawled out beside him. It took some time before they both began to recover and when they did, Joshua leaned across and kissed her lips, slowly and sensuously. 

Grace pulled back for a second and saw the puzzlement in his eyes as she did so. She just smiled.

"How's that for commitment?" she asked. 

Now it was his turn to smile, and he nodded at her. 

"Baby," he replied, "That was pretty special."

"Was it special enough to make me a Samuel's Angel?" she asked.

Joshua did not speak, he just looked at her. Then he smiled again.

*

Lauren's nervousness as she arrived for the shoot had been partially assuaged by a pleasant morning. Grace had called her room mid morning, after they had both had a lie-in, and they had taken themselves off to the Venetian again. This time they only had time to enjoy a coffee as Grace had been invited by Samuel Smith for lunch. She glanced at her watch and thought that her sister would no doubt be returning from whichever expensive restaurant he had taken her to. 

That lunch, and the need for Grace to rehearse each afternoon, precluded the two of them from spending as much time together as Laura would have liked. She would have loved to experience the confidence of her older sister's attendance at her shoot but clearly that was impossible. Still, her interlude with Grace had helped her calm her early morning nerves and she felt much calmer when she eventually arrived at the studio. 

That was just as well, as immediately they drove to an outdoor location and wasted no time in getting to work. Lauren was asked to dress in a micro red bikini, with her cleavage spilling over the top and the bikini bottom so small it was almost a thong. They had sectioned off a small beach area at a secluded hotel and Lauren was taken aback when she was introduced to a male model, Jimmy. 

He was definitely a surprise as she had not appreciated that anyone else was to be involved, but she had no time to ponder as Dan immediately got down to business. They were both asked to pose against various backdrops whilst Dan took a variety of shots and he had them repeat the exercise several times until eventually he was satisfied. He then positioned them close together with a water shot as background, placing Jimmy's hand on her waist, shoulder or leg as required. 

Each time Dan turned away to resume his position, Lauren felt Jimmy's fingers gently stroke her soft skin until Dan was ready to take the next set of photographs.

Finally, Dan positioned them on a blanket with the big, muscled Jimmy on his knees, hovering over Lauren. His constant touching had already resulted in her becoming aroused and the new positions enhanced her feeling of horniness as at times her face was positioned near his trunks, which were brief enough to display a considerable bulge. Jimmy grinned at her whenever they were repositioned and after some time, he nudged her arm.

"You look hot," he whispered. "And you are having quite an effect."

Lauren followed his eyes down to his trunks and saw that he was sporting an impressive erection. Her mouth dropped open as she stared back into his blue eyes.

"Can't help it," he said, shrugging his shoulders at her unspoken question. "You shouldn't be so hot."

Lauren attempted to keep her face averted, not an easy thing to do when they were in such close proximity. She could feel her increasingly aroused response to his obvious stimulation and attempted to blank her mind. But her mood was not helped when, for the next shots, Dan had Jimmy stand close behind her and she could feel him pressing into her buttocks as Dan moved him closer. 

She could feel a thrill run through her body as he pressed his hardness into her, compounded when his arm grazed against her high breast or when he put his hand onto the firm, tanned flank of her thigh. By the time they completed the shots, her hard tips were pushing through her bikini top. Jimmy reached across her and she could not help but emit a loud gasp as he 'accidentally' brushed his fingertips over the jutting nipples that stood out like two bullets inside her tiny swimsuit. 

The mood was broken when very quickly afterwards they were heading back to the studio, but once there, they were called into immediate action again. This time Lauren was asked to wear a sheer black bra and matching thong and whilst she had not appreciated that the work would involve such skimpy clothing, she had no intention of voicing any concerns. If it meant achieving her goal, she would wear whatever was required of her.

Dan was all business and positioned the two of them on a large bed, in a constant variety of poses. As with the outdoor session, this arrangement also provided plenty of opportunity for touching and as they constantly moved position, Jimmy took full advantage. She felt him rub against her or surreptitiously slide his hand or arm across her breasts at every opportunity. And as she did not want to make any trouble at her first shoot, she allowed his moves to go unchallenged.

But if she was honest with herself, a more important reason for her lack of complaint was that she found herself becoming more and more aroused from the constant physical contact. It almost seemed that Dan was taking every opportunity to position Jimmy so that he was pressed closely against her body and every time she felt his hard penis against her, she could feel her arousal grow. 

Lauren was sure that from the camera angle it would actually look like Jimmy was fucking her from behind, but wisely decided to keep those thoughts to herself. 

After a half an hour break that allowed them to enjoy some pate and bread, washed down by Merlot, they were back to work. 

Again, it was a lingerie shot, with Lauren wearing only a thong under a stunning light blue negligee that fell midway down her thighs. Jimmy was wearing a pair of patterned, red boxers and Lauren could not help but admire his hard muscled body, although her eyes always seemed to find their way down to the increasingly obvious bulge between his legs.

After a few shots of Lauren alone, Dan brought Jimmy back into the frame with the usual effect. He had him standing behind Lauren and consistently asked him to get tighter in the shot. She could sense the back of his hand pass just millimetres from her sensitive breast and could feel him grow against her thigh.

Jimmy stared back at her with a grin on his face when she jerked her head around to register her disapproval, whilst inside his shorts his penis began to lengthen steadily as he continued to push against her. 

"I can't help it, baby," he whispered, raising his eyebrows. "You're hot and you've got me all worked up."

Dan interrupted them to move Lauren to sit on the edge of the bed but just as she felt some relief, he repositioned Jimmy so that he was standing next to her. His impressive bulge was now so very close to her face and she could not help but steal glances at it before looking back towards the camera. Dan had her adopt different poses as she precariously perched herself on the end of the bed, but each time it seemed he deliberately made sure Jimmy's package was pointing towards her. 

She could not believe the effect it was now having and how turned on she had become. Finally, Dan brought her some relief as he took Jimmy out of the shot, asking Lauren to lean forward so that the majority of her breasts were on display. As he shot, she caught the eye of Jimmy, who was now standing behind Dan.

Once he was sure he held Lauren's eye, Jimmy dropped his hand to his erection and begin to stroke it through his boxers. No one else could see him, just Lauren, and he held her gaze lingeringly with his own. He could feel his heavy, contoured erection pulsing insistently against the thin shorts as he continued to stroke himself and smiled as the blonde model watched spellbound whilst his hand worked on himself. 

It was only when Dan spoke that the spell was briefly broken. 

"Wow, that last look was fantastic, Lauren. Very sexy, very aroused. Just what I wanted. Only a few more, give me more of that look."

She looked back at Jimmy as his stroking increased and she found that she just could not tear her eyes away. She knew that her nipples that were as hard as Jimmy's erection and felt so stimulated sexually that she sensed she would orgasm if she was touched. She momentarily wondered what Bobby, back in England, would make of it if he saw her now. Everything about the photo shoot had excited her, the glamour, the touching and the sexuality. 

God, she was feeling aroused. She needed to be fucked. She wondered how it would feel to pose as if she was being fucked? Even more, how it would feel and look if Jimmy did fuck her? As Dan finished the shots, she could not get rid of that image. The thought of Jimmy fucking her on camera kept going around in her mind. 

But Jimmy suddenly turned and left the room. To finish himself off, Lauren wondered? That brought another erotic picture to her mind and she nearly came right there and then at the thought.

When Dan called it a day, she headed straight for the bathroom and closed and locked the door. The immediate sexual charge was overwhelming and she used her soft hands to give herself urgent relief. As she did so she desperately attempted to conjure an image of Bobby, currently waiting for her in England, but it was a picture of Jimmy fucking her that quickly took her over the edge.

*

It was just after half past eleven when Daniel got to the club, having been told by Grace that there was little point in his turning up before then. It was jam packed when he arrived and he glanced around nervously, remembering Katherine's words and wondering if she really was going to try to catch Grace's performance tonight. 

Before ordering a drink, he decided to pay a visit to the restroom, pushing his way through the packed audience. When he came out, he found Katherine leaning against the opposite wall in the busy narrow corridor, seemingly waiting for him. There were a couple of guys hanging around watching her, but she ignored them. His strong, jaw dropped open in surprise as she raised a perfect eyebrow, slowly removed her brown leather jacket to reveal a thin, white t-shirt. 

It was clear that she was not wearing a bra and she provocatively thrust those fabulous breasts out at him, her nipples jutting like pegs from her supple, rounded globes. Every male eye in the corridor was on her, but without speaking, her small hand took Daniel's and pulled him in the opposite direction to the stage. He obediently followed, wondering what this sexy young woman was up to now. 

Katherine pushed past the people milling around the corridor and through a door at the other end. She had worked at Samuel Smith's a couple of years ago and had a reasonable knowledge of the topography of the building. She knew that with all the other acts long finished, the dressing room would be empty once Grace left it, and she had seen her do so no more than ten minutes earlier. Right now, the singer was backstage and she and Daniel would have the room to themselves for over an hour.

That was, unless someone else wanted to use the room during that time. She did not expect that to be the case, but it was the danger that truly turned her on, the sensation of sex intensified by the risk of discovery. She pushed the door closed behind her and pulled Daniel to her. Her hands linked behind his neck as she drew him into a long, slow kiss, provocatively rubbing her body into his as she did so. She felt his erection immediately.

"Good boy," she purred, slipping a hand down to stroke him through his trousers.

She continued the long slow kisses as her delicate fingers stroked the cloth covering his penis, feeling him coming alive in her hand. He moaned into her mouth as her tongue played with his, until a sudden noise down the hallway made him pull back. He watched the door, wondering if this moment was about to end as quickly as it started, although Katherine made no move to stop her gentle but insistent stroking. 

Even when he dropped his hand onto hers in warning, she simply caressed him harder. Despite the imminent danger, he groaned again at the sensations shooting through his body. For a few moments, they stood quietly waiting to see if the door would open, all the time Katherine's unrelenting hand continuing to work on him. When it became clear that it was a false alarm, she ran her tongue along his lips.

"Fucking hell, Katherine!" he cried, as she shoved him into the wall, crushing her breasts against his chest whilst bringing him closer to orgasm. 

He groaned lustily again and Katherine inhaled his strong masculine scent. She had an overpowering need to taste his skin, and flicked her tongue out, licking his neck. 

"Oh my God...!" he said, lifting his head up, baring his throat for more. She licked him again, and then bit his nape. "Oh my God...!" he cried again. 

Katherine licked and bit his neck, tiny nips designed to excite but not mark. She temporarily moved her hand from his pulsating erection, but that was only to allow her to tug down his zip. She eased her hand inside the gap in his pants and stroked his throbbing hardness through his shorts, her eyebrows raising and lowering as she mimicked the pleasurable expressions careering across his face.

"Oh Fuck...!" he gasped.

"Mmm... yes, we are going to fuck, but not quite yet. First, I want you to do what you are told. Okay?"

She continued her soft caresses as she asked the question and he simply nodded, feeling himself close to exploding in her exploring hand. With one final, long, kiss, she pulled away and eased open the door, leaving a slight crack through which anyone passing would be able to see them.

"Katherine...!" he began.

She cut him off. "Sssh. You promised to do as you are told," she purred.

Then she turned around so that she faced the wall, and raised her long, freckled arms above her head, planting her palms against the wall. 

"Stand behind me," she throatily instructed.

"What do you want me to do?" he asked, now beginning to be caught up in her fantasy. 

"I've just told you," she responded and as Daniel complied, she added, "Touch my breasts." 

He raised his hands to her hips, sliding them along to her waist and up to her firm, thrusting globes. He was caught up in the moment and as he felt her nipples through the thin material, he rotated his palms over them before taking each one between his thumb and forefinger. As he teased them he heard her moan in pleasure, and he thrust himself forward against her, his hard manhood pressing against the buttocks that were pushing back into him through her skirt.

"Mmm, you're catching on now, Englishman" she moaned, her hands remaining high against the wall. "What next?" 

He paused, realising that she was inviting him to take over. He let one hand fall down her body, onto her hip and then to the hem of her short skirt. 

"Good boy," she encouraged, her buttocks continuing to thrust back against him. It was part of her plan to coerce Daniel into making all the running. 

She felt his hand gently run up the inside of her thigh, stroking her soft skin until he met the silken material of her panties. He ran his fingers deftly over the slippery silk covering her rounded pubis, stroking gently until she began to pant softly with arousal. Then his eager fingers sought out her clitoris, stroking her with his gentle fingertips, causing shivers of pleasure to run through her superb body.

Daniel was now fully caught up in this woman and as he continued to stroke her, he ran his lips unhurriedly across the muscles and hollows of her slender neck, enjoying the feel and taste of her flawlessly tanned skin. Her eyelids fluttered at the sensation of his tongue firmly lapping at her neck, and he realised that at some point she had placed a slim hand behind her and onto his working fingers. 

She made no attempt to push him away, but rather her soft hand simply lay passively over his slowly working wrist. She moaned again, but louder this time, as he stroked her through her increasingly wet panties, her curvy hips still responding to his slow masturbation of her. 

"Take them off," she commanded, "But don't dare stop."

He paused for a moment and then ripped her panties down her legs, stooping to pull them away as she lifted one foot and then the other. Her only movements were her still gyrating hips but otherwise she remained still, pressed against the wall, her hands above her head. Daniel began to stand back up but changed his mind, sliding to the floor and turning so that his back was against the wall. 

His lips ran across her inner thighs as his hands grasped her rounded buttocks, gently easing her down and towards his waiting tongue. He heard her moan as she felt the tip of his tongue run lightly along the full length of her shining clitoris. She moaned again, louder this time, as Daniel closed his lips over her and began to suck at her engorged bud, his tongue flicking its hypersensitive tip gently from side to side as his fingers traced up and across her smooth inner thighs. 

Katherine heard herself whimper softly in anticipation. This was working out much better than she could have hoped, she thought, as his eager finger slid easily into her wet, open sex. His expert tongue was still flicking Katherine's clitoris as his searching finger ran over a small bulge, and as he felt Katherine's body stiffen at his touch, he began to concentrate on the rough-textured bump.

He brushed his probing finger over and around the beautiful red haired woman's G-spot as her hip movements began to increase, thrusting rhythmically against his mouth and probing fingers. She was moaning aloud again and Daniel glanced at the crack in the door. Katherine did not care. She was close to losing control and she urged him to finish her off. 

"That's so good, Englishman" she whispered longingly. "Make me cum, baby."

Relishing the control he had over her body, Daniel increased the pace of his tongue over her crimson clitoris and at the same time, continued to tease her swollen G-spot with an eager-to-please fingertip. Her hips were now gyrating urgently on his face as she gasped with helpless excitement and her pupils were dilating into huge green saucers behind her flickering eyelids as she thrust herself against him. 

She felt herself begin to spiral inexorably upwards and then whimpered with agonised relief as she passed the point of no return. She convulsed as her orgasm took her, an anguished cry escaping her sensuous lips. Daniel gripped her heaving buttocks tightly, holding his mouth to her until her spasms subsided and her breathing eventually began to return to normal.

"You were such a good boy," she said, sighing contentedly, running her fingers through his hair as he leaned back against the wall. "You can fuck me now, Englishman." 

Daniel looked up at her, his lips and face glistening with her juices. He eased himself to one side, climbing to his feet as she stiffened her pose against the ball. He realised that she wanted him behind her. She heard rather than saw him push his jeans down his body and felt his hard penis press against her thigh. He bent his knees and slid his manhood along her furrow, gently rubbing back and forth until she could restrain herself no longer. 

She adjusted her body so that the large head of his throbbing penis pressed against her wet entrance and with a single gyration she opened up and allowed him to enter her, feeling him fill her completely. He remained bent at the knees as she thrust back on him and he realised that despite their positions, this remarkable woman was fucking him and not the other way around. That only added to the eroticism of the moment and he felt the familiar surge begin to grow and overtake him. 




Vegas Ch. 06



This is my first attempt at writing, having been inspired by a small band of authors whose work I immensely admire, and I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story in tribute to them.

Having completed the novel, I have learnt so much more than I knew at the outset. Two areas of feedback are welcomed: 

1. Comments of encouragement that will inspire me to write more... and constructive criticism that will help me improve. 

2. Voting that will help me assess the enjoyment factor.... or otherwise. 

CHAPTER 6: LAUREN FINDS RELIEF

He had a free day today. That was Daniel's first thought as he awoke in the empty bed. He jerked himself up onto his elbows and looked around the room, wondering where Grace was. Then he heard the shower and gently eased his head back down on to the pillow, craning his neck to check the time. It was already late morning. His jet lag from the flight was still with him, and the poker and late nights at the club had compounded the feeling of tiredness he was feeling.

Thank goodness Grace had not realised he had missed her performance. After tidying himself in the restroom, he had returned in time to hear her final song and she assumed he had been listening all the way through. There had been one sticky moment when Lauren asked where he had been, but he sidestepped that one by saying he had stayed by the bar because he had not been able to get near the stage.

He had been slightly unnerved when Samuel's son had come over to see Grace, his big eyes gleaming at Daniel as if he was aware of something that Daniel was not. But then, how could Daniel have known that his session with Katherine had been captured on the dressing room camera?

As he propped himself up on the pillow, his mind returned to his encounter with Katherine and as it did, his penis began to unfurl under the bedcovers as he recalled their wild, uninhibited sex. He snaked a hand under the sheet and gently stroked his hardening shaft as his mind returned to the dressing room and the way in which the redhead had taken his sexual experiences to a new level. Goddam, she was a sexy woman.

The same contradictory thoughts of arousal and guilt were running through his mind and he thanked the stars that, for the first time since he had won the Vegas trip, Grace had not wanted sex last night. When they returned to the hotel she had just thrown her clothes on the floor and climbed into bed. By the time he had showered, she had been fast asleep.

Part of Daniel craved for more time with Katherine, and he smiled to himself as he knew which part that was. But the more sensible part of him was telling him to call an end to their liaison. This was no way to go about rekindling his relationship with Grace. Yes, he had responded to Katherine last night, but then which man would not? But the more he thought about it, the more he realised that this affair was leading nowhere. 

Or rather, if it did have a direction, it was leading him into trouble. His inevitable physical reaction to Katherine suggested the best way to stop this right now was simply for him to stay out of her way. When he was with her, it seemed that his body simply overruled the good intentions in his mind. More discipline, he told himself. More discipline. 

Okay, he decided, staying out of her way was the approach he needed to take. But the more difficult question was exactly how to achieve that. Particularly when he remembered her final words to him.

"Same time tomorrow night!"

*

Grace watched as Daniel slipped out of bed, gently pecking her on the lips as he made his way to replace her in the bathroom. She could not help but notice that his penis was semi-erect and she had to restrain herself from grabbing it as he walked past her. God, she felt horny. 

After her amazing encounter with Joshua yesterday, she seemed to be in a constant state of sexual arousal. It was amazing the effect that the young man and his father had on her libido. She had remained aroused throughout her performance at the club and during the journey back to the hotel, but she wanted to save herself for Joshua and Samuel. Consequently she had gone straight to bed and feigned sleep when Daniel had returned from his shower.

She had only needed to wait for a few moments until he had fallen asleep, and that allowed her to use her hand on herself. But even that had just resulted in temporary release, and she was anxious to get back to the club again. She had no idea whether it would be Samuel or Joshua that would greet her next time, but neither did she care. Right now, she would be happy to see either and the uncertainty just created a little more spice.

She quickly dressed whilst Daniel was showering, knowing that Lauren was leaving early for her second photo shoot and that Daniel had a free day. But she did not want to get caught up by either. Her intention was to travel straight to The Forum to purchase several sets of the sexiest underwear she could find. And after that, she would head off to the club.

Calling out, "Have to go now. See you later," she headed out of the door. 

Daniel would think it strange that she had left so suddenly, but that was his problem.

*

Lauren had a spring in her step as she returned to the agency for her shoot today. The sensual effect of yesterday remained both in her body and psyche, so much so that she had to relieve herself again when she returned to her hotel room after Grace's late night performance. And she was so proud of her sister. She had the whole place rocking again last night and was undoubtedly on her way to stardom. 

She was determined to give her best again today in what she hoped would be the start of her own journey to modelling stardom. But that was not the only reason she was looking forward to the day. She also craved more of the sexual fusion that had built up throughout yesterday. She could not wait to work with Jimmy again and that thought alone sent little electrical currents shooting right through her nerve ends.

She had telephoned Bobby first thing this morning, in an attempt to assuage some of the guilt she felt by, quite frankly, wanting Jimmy to fuck the life out of her. But he had been too busy to speak for more than a few minutes and seemed more interested in telling Lauren what was happening with him rather than hearing how well matters were progressing for her. Selfish bastard, she thought. 

It would serve him right if... no, don't go there she told herself, shaking her blonde head to help her discard the idea. 

She had spent an hour by the pool before leaving for the studio. Just a little sun therapy, she told herself. But once there she had found herself ogling anything that resembled a fit male, and to her surprise, had found herself checking out several of the more attractive females also. There was no shortage of tanned, finely toned bodies of both sexes. She felt her body oiling with arousal, realising there was nothing to take her mind away from the sex that she craved.

She briefly thought back to her frustrating call to Bobby and as she watched the variety of men parading themselves around the swimming pool, she began to imagine herself with Jimmy again. God, she would like to fuck his brains out. Pretty soon her fertile imagination had taken in thoughts of Kay, too, and her mind fantasised about three way action with the two of them. She wondered if Kay would be at the studio today. God, she so needed a good seeing to!

Arriving at the studio she saw that the room was once more arranged as a bedroom, but this time the size of the set had been reduced and there was a huge mirror at the headboard. She saw to her delight that Kay Kristen was present and she tightly hugged her as Kay explained that she had been called away on business yesterday, but complimented Lauren on how well the shoot had gone. 

"Dan told me he had got some very sexy shots, particularly towards the end," she confided to Lauren, the familiar purr in her voice. "Just what we need, sweetie."

She stroked Lauren's bare arm as she spoke. "Do you think you can give us that look again today?" she asked.

Her fingertips were sliding languidly up and down Lauren's exposed inner arm with a smooth, slow rhythm, and as she did so she lingeringly held the young, blonde model's eyes with her own. There was a look of lazy challenge in her bright eyes. 

"Dan said it was quite a look you gave to the camera, almost like you were desperate to be fucked!" 

Lauren started, her excitement intensified by Kay's deliberate use of that most basic of words. If only you knew, she thought, recovering her composure. But Kay did know. That was part of the plan. She gave a delicate feminine laugh as she leant closer to Lauren, her scarlet tipped fingernails now tightly gripping her arm.

"Don't worry, sweetie. I understand. Jimmy has that effect on women, especially when he's in his underwear." 

She continued to hold Lauren's eyes and this time it was the back of her fingertips that resumed their sensual trail up and down the blonde's inner arm.

"Sometimes he even does it for me," her sultry voice continued, "Though I much prefer women."

Lauren's eyes widened and she felt a growing dampness between her legs. She had no experience of being with another female, but this woman's gentle caressing, her use of words, and those knowing eyes were a real turn on. She felt a sudden pang of disappointment as Kay pulled away.

"But Jimmy isn't here today," Kay said, taking Lauren's hand and leading her towards Dan. "It's just you and Ming."

"Ming?" Lauren asked in surprise.

But before Kay could answer, Dan called her over and took her around the revised set to familiarise herself and feel comfortable with what he had planned for today's shoot. He explained that it would take place on and around the bed and that he wanted her in an assortment of poses incorporating individual shots of her face and her body, and then a variety of shots of her and Ming together. 

"We'll finish with some topless," he added in a matter of fact way, and then pointed her towards the dressing room. "You'd better get ready now."

Topless? That had not been part of the deal, Lauren thought. Not that she was going to object. Quite frankly, she would do anything requested of her to make this shoot a success. This was her chance of the big time and there was no way she was going to blow it. 

Kay was waiting for her in the dressing room, as was another young woman, a small, thin and extremely beautiful oriental dressed in a white robe.

"This is Ming," Kay said, her palm held out towards the young woman. "And she's one of our up and coming models. Her job today is to support you, Lauren. You'll be the main feature, but Ming will compliment you in a number of shots."

Ming smiled at her and Kay added, "Her job is to add a different perspective to the shoot, just as Jimmy did yesterday. She'll make your photographs look even more stunning than ever. And I can assure you, Lauren, the two of you will look terrific together. You'll be well satisfied when you see the end result." 

She turned to Ming, "Isn't that right, sweetie."

"I've never had any complaints," the oriental girl softly said, and the two women burst into laughter.

Kay looked at Lauren's puzzled face and purred, "It's an in-joke. We'll explain later but for now, let's show you the outfit you'll be wearing this morning." 

She handed Lauren a black corset with a push up bra and a tiny black thong. The blonde girl took them, looked down at the outfit and then back at Kay, who gave a shrill laugh as she raised an eyebrow.

"Very sexy," she purred. "And it will provide quite a contrast." 

When Lauren's brow furrowed, Kay glanced over at Ming as if in explanation. She nodded and the oriental model removed the robe to reveal a similar outfit, but all white. She looked simply stunning.

Kay explained that today would be somewhat different than their normal shoot and that they were looking for some provocative shots, some that would show the two women almost nude. Lauren was not sure how to react, or what to answer, but remained quite prepared to do as she was told. Kay came closer to Lauren as she spoke, and put a protective arm around her shoulders. 

"Lauren, I just know that these photographs are going to be fantastic for your career. Give it everything you can, sweetie."

*

As Daniel stood at the entrance to the Bellagio card room, he pondered over the different levels of No Limit Hold 'em cash games available. He chose one of the smallest levels and was fortunate enough to find an immediate seat open at the $10-$20 table. He peeled off a thousand dollars of his Omaha winnings and took his place, the very first time he had played in a casino for cash. 

As he familiarised himself with the other faces around the table, he decided that the worst he could do was to lose his stake. He smiled wryly as the mere thought of losing a thousand dollars would have been an anathema to him only a short time ago. But now, he reflected, he had a different mindset. It was half of his Omaha entrance fee, and as he had turned that into a nice profit, he saw it as free money.

And even if he should lose it all, he could walk away or buy in again, dependant on how comfortable he was feeling. So the absolute worst he could do was to lose two thousand dollars, he told himself. But he was not planning on doing that. His intention was to test himself in this environment, but to leave with a nice little profit in his pocket.

The other players were a little different to those playing in the Omaha tournament, at least in their dress sense. It may have been the venue, but the people in the poker room seemed to be paying due deference to their surroundings and had dressed with a degree of respectability that seemed unfamiliar to him in his Vegas experience so far.

For a while he got into conversation with a young guy immediately to his right, who told Daniel that Table Poker had promised to pay him a ten million dollar bonus if he was to win the main event after qualifying on their site. Daniel's eyes widened as he stared into this youngster's soft pale brown eyes and momentarily compared that to the Practically Poker offering.

"Yup, I'm gonna be rich," the sandy haired young man added with a laugh.

Daniel laughed along with him, realising their naivety when considering just what astronomical odds there were on such an achievement. 

"The thing is," continued his new friend, clearly in conversational mood. "You don't even have to be the best player to win. Just look at that Jamie Gold."

Daniel nodded. Gold had certainly been the luckiest of all Main Event winners, and also one of the most unpopular.

"Perhaps not," responded Daniel. "But it certainly helps."

"Yeah, but think of it this way," continued the sandy haired youngster, pushing up the sleeves of his light shirt as he leaned closer to Daniel. "There is over a week of fourteen hour days, with as many pieces of good fortune as you can think of. The winner's gonna suck out a few times. It's a lottery. With so many amateurs there's little chance of a pro winning again. So why should it not be you or me?"

Daniel smiled. "A bit like winning the lottery?" 

"Maybe," responded the youngster, caught up in his own enthusiasm. "But why not?"

Daniel smiled to himself. The young man's enthusiasm was infectious. But no matter what the odds, he was determined to live the dream until he was knocked out. And after that, he had his Omaha success to keep him warm.

*

When Grace had returned to the hotel after her morning shopping expedition, she was relieved to find the room empty. She had not wanted to explain to Daniel why she had purchased so much underwear, especially following the hard time she had given him about the money he had 'wasted' on his Omaha tournament. But she knew that money was no longer going to be an issue for her going forward.

In no time at all, she had packed the new lingerie away, showered and dressed again and within minutes she was in a taxi heading for the club. When she arrived, her clear brown eyes gleamed in anticipation as Joshua met her, again looking immaculate in a dark suit, blue shirt and yellow silk tie. He led her through a different door and as they entered an unfamiliar room, Grace's heart dropped. She had hoped it would be another bedroom but in fact it was an office.

As soon as he closed the door, Joshua pulled her to him and kissed her full, glossy lips, her tongue instantly snaking into his mouth. She pressed her eager body into his, feeling an instant reaction against her. 

Joshua's immediate thought was to accommodate this incredible woman there and then, but he knew that would have to wait. Right then he had other plans. He untangled himself and led her to the big dark green leather chair, watching as she sat back and crossed her tanned legs. 

She looked expectantly at him, wide eyed, wondering what was happening.

"Our cameras caught this last night whilst you were performing," he simply said as he pressed the buttons on the remote.

The giant television screen on the far wall leap into life... and Grace gasped out loud when she Daniel and Katherine together, jerking her body up in the chair as she leant forward, a deep frown covering her forehead. She immediately recognised the venue as her dressing room at the club and sat in silence as the tape played out, her narrowing eyes glued to the screen. She glared at Joshua and then back to the now blank screen.

"Who is that bitch?" she asked, finally reacting.

She leapt out of her seat and paced across the room, her voice wavering as she spoke through gritted teeth.

"Her name is Katherine," Joshua softly replied.

He deliberately softened his tone, hoping that would help calm her down a little although inwardly delighted at her response. With their plans for Grace, they did not need a boyfriend hanging around.

"I'll kill the bitch," she said, her almond eyes wide with anger and her nostrils flaring as she spat out the words. "Daniel, too!" 

"No," Joshua responded, his tone sharp and commanding. 

Grace's head shot back at his words, her blazing eyes staring defiantly into his. Joshua smiled slightly and closed the couple of yards between them but the angry woman took a step back. Joshua sighed, but softened his tone further. 

"Grace, have you heard of the phrase, 'Don't get mad, get even'," he asked.

She did not answer, and just continued to stare defiantly at him, her cheeks red with anger. In truth she felt like crying at the betrayal, despite the knowledge of her own recent activities.

"Grace," he softly said once more. "Your future is with us now. Before too long you will be a star in your own right and you can forget about Daniel. Right now, you have two choices. The first is to confront him with this today... "

She stared at him as he spoke and when he paused, she asked, "And the second?"

Joshua smiled broadly. "I much prefer the second. Rather than confront him now, we will keep this to ourselves. Then we can break up his new relationship, make them both pay, and send him home with his tail between his legs."

It was important to Joshua that Grace chose the second option. They already had recordings of her pleasuring Samuel, and also of yesterday's encounter with Joshua. And then there would be tomorrow's video, if all went to plan. But they wanted something else, something to hold over her when she became a big star. It was important to ensure she would not get above herself and would remain loyal.

"Revenge, Grace," he added as he watched her mind whirl. "Revenge!" 

Grace thought for a while. The silence between them lasted for some time until finally she nodded her head, the look on her face hardening. 




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"Yes," she said. "I want revenge. Do you know where this woman is?"

Joshua nodded. "She's working for us and we have her staying in a room at the Rio."

Instantly, Grace's eyes flew wide and she took another step back from Joshua. He reacted by smiling at her, his eyes exuding comfort. 

"Grace," he gently said. "Please think about it. By doing so, we have complete control of her movements. She'll be yours whenever you want. To take revenge in any way you wish. We'll serve her to you on a plate. Yes?"

"Yes," she hoarsely whispered. "I want her on a plate." 

She quickly covered the few steps between them and flung her arms around Joshua's neck. Apart from the anger caused by Daniel's betrayal, she realised that the sight of the two of them having sex together had also been something of a turn-on. Her tongue found Joshua's ear, licking and sucking the lobe. 

He responded by pressing his hardness against her, feeling her eagerness as she thrust back against him. Her hands slid down his hips around to his hard buttocks, pulling him into her gyrating body. 

"Are you going to fuck me now?" she urgently asked, her voice almost pleading.

She saw his eyes glance towards the door and anticipated his thoughts of the bedroom.

"No. Here, right now. I can't wait," she said.

Joshua understood that the video had aroused Grace and within thirty seconds they had stripped each other of their clothes and were naked. Grace was demented, clawing at his muscular body, growling like some sort of animal. She pushed him down on his father's desk, his heavy penis pointing skyward as she climbed on the surface with him. Her urgency was infectious and as her full lips found his, their mouths wrestled with one another in a quickly growing frenzy. 

Grace could feel her nipples harden against his chest, and gave a loud sigh as underneath her, she felt his warm hands massaging her skin. He took hold of her firm breasts and as she looked down the sight of his large hands kneading her flesh was intoxicating. He began squeezing her supple globes in his hands, his fingers running across her elongated nipples, her writhing body above him still excited by the images of Daniel and Katherine on screen. 

The urgency of her movements conveyed that she was ready and Grace took hold of his throbbing penis as she hovered above him, ready to guide him home. But as she felt him attempt to thrust upwards, her desperate need was instantly replaced by a desire to be in control. Rather than allow him the immediate entry he sought, she sat quietly and stared down into his lustful eyes. She felt his hips thrust against her hand once, twice but she refused to give way. 

She could tell from the throbbing that his penis was becoming more and more aroused, but she remained determined to fully control the moment. She slowly ran both hands underneath her and along his thick shaft, allowing the purple tip to touch her wetness. He was painfully hard as she eased down and slid his long, erect hardness partially inside. 

Easing her weight down, she took his engorged penis all the way until he was fully inside and she dug her fingernails into his broad chest as for a moment, she sat contentedly across his hips. 

"Sssh," she whispered as he attempted to thrust up.

She kept herself still as she held him, pinned, beneath her. His half closed eyes seemed to plead with hers and she smiled down, easing herself upwards and partially off his shaft as he attempted to thrust up again.

"Quiet now, baby," she gently whispered. 

She dropped her head and licked his thick neck. He obediently stopped his thrusting motions, as if waiting permission. 

"Good boy," she softly whispered.

She eased down to fully take his long length all the way inside again, listening to his soft groans as her mouth and tongue pleasured his ear. He obediently lay still until, after a few seconds, she pulled her tongue from his wet ear. 

"You want to fuck Grace now?" she asked.

She gave a satisfied smile as he began to pant softly at her words and lowering her head again, she slid her soft, questing lips over the muscles of his neck. Her slight movement forward heightened the feeling of his erection, hard, hot and huge inside her and she could restrain herself no more.

She quickly began to grind her curvy hips against him, rotating them in small circles along his shaft, caressing the slick smoothness against her tight inner walls. She raised and lowered herself on top of him, digging her hands and nails into his muscular chest as she did so. It seemed she was playing a game as she allowed his shaft to partially leave her and then hear him grunt aloud every time she landed back down, fully impaled, atop him.

She could feel her brown hair bouncing on her head as her pace quickened. The desk top could not have been very comfortable for him but she did not care. She thrust up and down, content that Joshua's hips were now finding the same rhythm as her own as he pushed up and deeply into her. She propped herself up over his strong chest, grinding her hips against his as their eyes locked. Neither spoke as she increased the pace further, both focused on the moment. 

His hands returned to her thrusting buttocks as his eyes took in her erotically bouncing breasts above him. She kept up the pace, feeling her aroused and swollen clitoris deliciously rubbing against the bottom of his thick shaft with each bounding move. He moved his hands up towards the cleft in her bottom, tracing a finger down and along her bottom before rubbing over her pert little hole.

Grace moaned loudly as he caressed this part of her body, the forces of gravity allowing the tip of his finger to slide into her anal opening. This seemed to encourage her further as with a snarl of pleasure she picked up the now frantic pace of their fucking. His finger was now moving along with his penis, in and out, the sensational feelings from both touches increasing her arousal. She emitted a long, low, gurgling groan of pleasure as, like two animals now, they fucked with abandon. 

Each was lost in the world of pleasure that they brought to each other and then Grace's orgasm hit her. She cried out loudly, an almost earth shattering scream that would surely be heard by everyone in the club, but she cared not. Her bottom tightened incredibly around his finger as the moment arrived, her body focused only on releasing the valve of sexual pressure that had been building in her since Joshua had shown her the recording of Daniel and his slut. 

Then Joshua was cumming too, seconds after her orgasm, erupting inside her in thick ropes. His body jerked half a dozen times as he came and with each movement Grace thrust back, determined to maximise his pleasure and take every last drop that he had to offer. Then she collapsed on him, her whole body heaving with sweat and exertion as she held him tightly against her. 

*

The afternoon was going wonderfully well. Kay had paid close attention to all aspects of the shoot and despite the absence of Jimmy, her nearness, suggestions and subtle little touches had all combined to ensure that Lauren's arousal had not abated. In fact, if such a thing was possible, she was becoming more turned on than yesterday. And this came through in the shooting, with both her face and body alive and as Dan put it, 'making love' to the camera at every opportunity. 

And then there was Ming. The young oriental woman had lived up to the reputation Kay had given her and Lauren had been astonished at the effect she had on the shoot, and on how she was feeling. The stunning woman had increased Lauren's libido by regularly brushing different parts of her body against her during the shoot, most of which had been at Dan's specific direction. 

He seemed determined to create the sexiest photographs yet, and all of the positions he was creating had contributed to Lauren's state of arousal. Unlike Jimmy yesterday, the beautiful oriental had done nothing overt and in fact had behaved impeccably. But as Dan had asked Kay to help position their breasts against each other, or their hands on one another's leg, thigh or buttocks, Lauren could not help but become more and more turned on.

When Dan had completed the first part of the shoot, the two women returned to the dressing room. Ming took a shower first and emerged in her white robe. She smiled at Lauren, the tip of her tongue innocently running along her lips as she did so. Lauren felt a shudder of excitement run through her body. This was a sexy woman by anyone's standards, even though the oriental seemed oblivious to that fact.

As Lauren took her shower, she allowed her hands to linger on her body longer than she should have done. Her touch felt good, though. She thought again of Jimmy and the way he had stroked himself yesterday. Then her mind turned to Ming and she wondered what she looked like naked. She might even find out during the next shoot, she thought with another twinge of excitement. 

It was all she could do to stop her hand as it edged towards her needy clitoris and she forced herself to turn off the water, quickly towelling herself dry. But when she looked around for a robe she found there were none available and she returned to the room wrapped only in the small towel. As she emerged she looked around for something to wear but Kay slipped a hand on her shoulder and guided her to the chair beside the dressing table. 

"We don't have a great deal of time," she urged. 

That surprised Lauren as she thought Dan had given them an hour's break, but she sat compliantly. Ming softly walked over and took a small container of white powder from her robe pocket, offering it to Lauren. 

"You've been concentrating for a long time out there," Kay explained. "You need to relax before your next session. This will help," she suggested.

Lauren breathed out, she was tempted. After all, she had already used some with Kay and Dan. But she shook her head.

Instead, she knew that she somehow had to calm down her overwhelming feeling of arousal. Think of something else, she told herself, something other than Jimmy, other than how good Kay looked today, other than how nice Ming's body felt when she brushed herself against her.

"Are you alright, Lauren?" Kay gently asked her, bringing her back to the present. "You look preoccupied."

As she asked the question, she eased herself onto the table beside Lauren, crossing her long, tanned legs as she smiled at the blonde girl. Lauren breathed heavily, knowing that Kay had just made it a little harder to get her arousal under control. Stop looking at her legs, she ordered herself. 

"Lauren?" Kay shook her bare arm, her fingers rubbing along the soft skin as she did so. "Are you okay?" 

"Fine," Lauren gulped, blushing furiously and looking away. "I'm... I'm fine, just trying to come down from this afternoon's session." 

"Yes, it was intense," Kay interrupted, nudging the blonde girl's naked shoulder. 

Lauren looked up and saw that Kay had taken a little of the white substance from the container and was holding it to Lauren's nose. Although she shook her head again, Kay ignored the gesture and coolly inserted her finger into Lauren's mouth. Slowly and rather erotically, she rubbed a little on her gums.

"This will help," she breathed into the blonde woman's ear.

Lauren closed her eyes to allow the impact to wash over her, all the time attempting to get her thoughts under control. When she opened them, Ming was standing in front of her, her soft eyes smiling at her. She closed her eyes again and could feel and hear Kay's heavy, sensual breaths close to her ear, sounding like the purring of a petted cat.

Kay's breath was warm and soft as she whispered, "You have done so well today, sweetie. It was just what we were looking for. The camera loved you, loved that aroused look. It doesn't lie, you know. The camera never lies. It captured how you were feeling. It captured your need to be fucked, sweetie."

Lauren's sensuous, glossy lips quivered at the thoughts Kay was implanting in her mind. She sighed contentedly as she listened to a voice that reverberated inside her like a low purr of pleasure. As she spoke, Kay was running her tantalising fingers unhurriedly over Lauren's smooth, bare shoulder. She gently stroked the tanned skin, watching the young, blonde model's reaction. 

Her hands were at the top of the towel, inches from those supple, rounded breasts hidden by the damp cotton fabric. Through the cloth, she could easily discern the hard nipples that seemed to be begging to be caressed.

"Tell me, Lauren," the soft voice continued, "What were you thinking? When you needed to be fucked? Was it Jimmy?"

Her delicate fingers felt an almost imperceptible shudder run along the young woman's shoulders as she spoke. This was going well, she thought.

"Yes, I know, sweetie," she continued. "But not just, Jimmy. You weren't only thinking of Jimmy. You thinking of Ming too, weren't you?" 

Kay again felt the familiar shudder in Lauren's shoulders as she spoke Ming's name and knew she was close to controlling this beautiful waif's mind.

"She's in front of you, Lauren. She's waiting to service you. Can you see her?"

As Lauren's eyes half opened, she saw the beautiful, young, oriental woman smiling at her. Then she realised that Ming's white robe was partially open and her body was available to her gaze. Her small breasts were capped with hard dark nipples, and as Lauren's eyes ran down the flat stomach, her gaze was caught by the oval, diamond belly button stud above a thin heart-shaped patch of dark hair.

The stud had captivated Lauren during the shoot this afternoon and she had complimented Ming on how good it looked. But now, shining above her sex, it seemed even more beautiful than before.

"And it wasn't only Ming in your thoughts, Lauren. You were thinking of me too, weren't you sweetie?" 

Lauren's eyes half closed again as she nodded. She could feel her nipples getting even harder and looked down in slow motion to see them jutting out through the fabric of the towel, aching for attention. She felt Kay rub her shoulders again, her hands gently but firmly massaging her skin. And then with a gentle twist, Kay had undone the knot on the towel and it fluttered down to Lauren's lap. She felt Kay pull at it and eased her bottom upwards to allow her to tug it free. 

"Does that feel good, honey?" Kay asked, discarding the towel on the floor. 

A now naked Lauren dreamily nodded her head, looking up into Ming's aroused eyes. As she stared at the oriental beauty, she felt Kay's hands leave her shoulders and slide downwards before cupping her full breasts. She slowly began to work on the hard nipples, and Lauren could not prevent herself from moaning aloud. 

Kay smiled to herself. She had the young woman exactly where she wanted and she began working more forcefully on the pliant breasts, cupping and caressing them with firm confident motions. She used her thumbs and palms to harden the nipples even further and Lauren knew that she could not have stopped her even had she wanted to. And she certainly did not want to. 

Her eyes were closed again and her back arched, thrusting her breasts outwards into the warm, pleasuring hands. With each caress, Lauren's moans grew louder and her arousal was increased as Kay's teeth gently bit on her earlobe. 

Then she felt a feather like touch on her cheek and opening her eyes, she saw that Ming held a large amount of the white drug on the tip of her finger and encouraged Lauren to sniff it. Lauren did so before Ming copied Kay's earlier move and began to rub the substance on her gums before removing her finger and putting it into her own mouth, sucking erotically and gently. 

Feeling the almost instant effect, Lauren watched through blurred eyes as the oriental woman eased Lauren's legs apart and sank to her knees in front of her. Kay had watched the exchange and slipped her own fingers into Lauren's mouth, allowing her to wet them before returning to the hard nipples. 

The two women were now working in unison and Lauren closed her eyes as she felt Ming's hands slide under her buttocks and her probing tongue licked along her inner thighs, growing ever closer to her wet opening. Lauren had not realised but she was already moving her curvy hips towards Ming's waiting mouth and that was all the encouragement that the oriental woman needed. Her tongue parted the blonde woman's glistening lips and slid into her soft, pink vulva, stopping for a second before gliding deeper into her willing body. 

Her soft hands stroked Lauren's curvy hips as she unerringly homed in on her G-spot and ran her pointed tongue in circular motions over and around the sweet sex-button. Ripples of shameful pleasure radiated through Lauren's body. She knew this was all wicked and wrong, but could feel her excitement mounting as she was expertly stimulated, her breath coming in quick, rhythmic gasps of arousal. 

She moaned out loud as she felt herself begin to spiral inexorably upwards, her body trembling with anticipation. All the time, Kay held her breasts in her two hands, pulling and squeezing the hard nipples. When she saw how close Ming had brought the blonde model to orgasm, she bent her head over the innocent girl's shoulder and took a nipple into her warm wet mouth. 

Lauren groaned with pleasure and raised one hand to Kay's shining, black hair whilst running the other through Ming's softer locks.

As she whimpered with agonised relief, the two women knew they had taken her past the point of no return. With Ming tormenting her sweet bump over and over, Lauren could feel the wave of ecstasy rising up and engulfing her. She could not hold back any longer and arched her back, bending backwards and lifting her hips and rounded buttocks off the chair. 

This time she screamed out in pleasure, oblivious to Dan in the other room. She stayed that way for a few moments, her body stretched to its maximum before sinking back down in the chair. 

But if she thought they was finished, she was wrong. 

"One more time, sweetie?" asked Kay, briefly pulling her lips from Lauren's ear, as Ming's tongue went back to work.

Lauren could not believe the ability of the oriental woman to so quickly bring her back to the edge again. But the sensations created by that magical, sensual tongue, combined with the delicious feelings of the hands that once again slid feather-light over her gleaming breasts, were too much. Within seconds, her writhing body convulsed yet again and she let out another anguished cry as her second orgasm overtook her. 

It was much, much later when they finished shooting for the day. Lauren had remained on a sexual high following her experiences with Ming and Kay and struggled to understand how she had so easily complied with Dan's requests for more erotic poses, some of which had left her blushing. The shoot was not turning out exactly as she had understood it would, but as they seemed so pleased with her she was happy to go along with every one of Dan's requests. 

Kay told her that with this shoot and the work Dan was producing, she was guaranteed a career at the top of her profession. She then suggested that Lauren gave Samuel Smith's a miss tonight to join her and Ming for dinner instead.

*

Daniel found the cash game required a different thought process to his Omaha tournament and it took him a little time to adjust. His chip stack was volatile for a while, and every time he increased it he seemed to immediately give back his profit. After playing for around four hours he was roughly back to where he had started from and the youngster from the Table Poker site had been cleaned out.

"Well, I guess I'll have to improve my performance if I'm going to win the big one," he said, alluding to the main event. 




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He stood up and shook Daniel's hand and after the two of them wished each other good luck, he departed. 

A portly guy replaced him, slightly overdressed in a suit. He wore several rings and used a small model of a Porsche as his card protector. Porsche man waited until the blind found its way around to him before taking part and immediately put in a big raise. Daniel had been dealt Ace-King and instantly called.

The flop came down Ace-Seven-Six and Daniel made a small bet after Porsche Man checked. With a dramatic flourish, Porsche Man re-raised Daniel all-in and when Daniel called, he turned over an ambitious pair of Queens. After the turn and river failed to improve either hand, Daniel raked in the chips and Porsche Man left the table after playing just the one hand.

"Nice of him to drop in," whispered an older guy opposite Daniel and then gave a wheezy, raspy laugh.

A couple of hours later and Daniel was still ahead by around a thousand dollars. At that point four Chinese players joined the table, full of conversation between themselves. Daniel watched them for a short time and then decided he had sussed out their play sufficiently to be able to steal a few pots. 

He semi-bluffed the next hand with a big raise on the turn with only a gutshot straight draw, knowing that a call would put his Chinese opponent all-in. Unfortunately for Daniel, his opponent thought for all of two seconds before calling with his set. Just as Daniel was castigating himself for his too aggressive play, up came his straight on the river.

Whilst he could not understand the exact translation of his Chinese opponent's aggressive verbal response to such an outrageous piece of luck, the meaning was quite clear. Daniel gave him his best bashful smile whilst cheering inside.

Shortly afterwards, three young guys joined the table, sitting together at the opposite end to Daniel. They instantly began playing wild and laughed and shrieked their way to some amazing suck outs. A curly, ginger haired kid misplayed aces on a frightening board about as badly as Daniel had seen them misplayed, and got lucky when the river won him a huge pot. Encouraged by his success, he then cracked Pocket Rockets with Ace-Ten off suit. 

In the main, Daniel was relieved to be an observer to the carnage happening about him, but then had no option but to get involved. 

With pocket nines, he called a pre-flop raise of four times the big blind by another of the youngsters. The young lad was wearing a back to front baseball cap, which he regularly adjusted to reveal a snazzy crew cut whilst clicking the fingers of his other hand in time to some imaginary tune. 

The flop was Six-Five-Nine.

Seemingly without thought, Crew Cut made another big raise and Daniel put him all in. The youngster turned over a pair of fours, and despite his small pair being him long odds against Daniel's set, the clicking fingers did not miss a beat.

The three of hearts on the turn gave Daniel an eerie feeling as to what was to come and sure enough, the seven of clubs on the river gave the youngster runners to hit a straight. 

Daniel still had a tidy profit but decided enough was enough and amidst loud cheering from the three teenage runaways at their latest suck out, he decided it was time to quit for the night. He had left himself enough time to travel to the club to catch Grace's performance and despite the savage ending to his poker day, he had enjoyed the different atmosphere of the Bellagio. 

As he began to leave, he glanced across and into the sale privee, named 'Bobby's Room' after Bobby Baldwin, and through its glass walls he imagined himself there playing high stakes poker with the very best.

*

As he travelled to the club, Daniel's head nearly burst with his conflicting thoughts. The worst scenario would be for Grace and Katherine to meet, he decided, and that was a strong possibility if the red haired woman turned up at the club again. Or it was more likely, he realised with a start, that Lauren would find him and Katherine together. He wondered if Katherine really would be there tonight and realised that whilst his sensible side was dreading that possibility, the thought definitely left him aroused.

It was a little after half eleven when his taxi arrived and as he entered the club and made his way to the bar, he was surprised to find himself intercepted by Joshua. The young man was surprisingly friendly and guided Daniel to a small, empty booth he had reserved for him. Although it was towards the back of the room, it afforded a good view of the stage and he thanked Joshua for taking so much trouble.

"I understand that you had to stand at the bar last night," Joshua explained in a monotone, knowing exactly what Daniel had been up to. "Grace is very important to us, "She has a successful career ahead of her. So this is no trouble."

He gestured at the booth as he spoke and as he made to leave, his hand straightened his yellow, silk tie. Abruptly, he turned back to Daniel, leaning slightly into the booth.

"Oh yes, we've had a message from Lauren. She'll not be available to watch her sister's performance tonight. Some shooting problems apparently. She may stay over at their premises rather than return to the hotel, but said that she would see you and Grace some time tomorrow."

With that, he shook Daniel's hand and indicated that he would send a waitress over to take his order. As he left, Daniel blew his cheeks out, letting out a huge sigh of relief. He hoped that Katherine would not turn up tonight, but if she did, then her bumping into Lauren was one less problem for him to think about.

His eyes were roaming around the room when the waitress arrived, attempting to see if he could spot Katherine amongst the heaving crowd. He ordered a drink and sat back with a feeling of relief when she was nowhere to be seen. That was for the best, he knew. The waitress returned with his drink and he quietly sipped from the glass, his eyes still darting around him.

On the stroke of midnight, the lights throughout the club were dimmed seconds before Grace was introduced on stage, and a large round of applause burst out around the crowded room. Clearly her reputation was spreading, Daniel proudly thought. The reduced lighting left Daniel's booth in semi-darkness and he found that as Grace launched into her first song, a slow number, his edginess started to disappear and he started to relax.

It was then that he saw a blur move across the front of the booth and a silhouetted figure slid in beside him. 

"Hello, Englishman," he heard Katherine's soft voice say, a slight giggle in her intonation. "Did you think I wasn't coming?"

Daniel's heart was beating loudly and felt like it was close to jumping out of his chest. He had this sexy, young woman sitting on his left, whilst to his right Grace was taking the applause of the audience and smoothly moving into her second song.

"Well, are you pleased to see me?" he heard Katherine ask. 

Her tone was a whisper so that they would not be overheard in the quietness pervading the club.

Daniel did not speak at first. He was unsure what to say. His penis was pleased to see her, that much was for sure. His erection was pulsing insistently as her mere presence automatically brought it to full attention. But his sensible side knew that he was heading for trouble if they continued to see each other, particularly with Katherine's penchant for sex in the most dangerous of places.

"Well?" she insistently asked.

"Katherine..." he began.

She dropped a delicious hand to his thigh as she breathed, "Yes, I know. It's a risk me being here, but that's part of the enjoyment, don't you think?"

Daniel thought that he most certainly did not. The danger was starting to fray his nerves and that, combined with the pangs of guilt and his desire to renew his efforts to make it work with Grace, were all circling in his mind. But then, Katherine's moving hand slid over the bulge in his jeans, teasingly tracing the contours of his throbbing erection.

She gave a husky sigh as she said, "Well, whatever your mind might be telling you, it seems another part is ready for action. Do I really have that effect on you?"

Yes you do, he thought, losing the battle as her insistent fingers ran across his manhood, digging into the cloth so as to better feel the outline.

"Katherine..." he said again, breathing heavily now, but again she allowed him no chance to object.

She reached out in the semi-darkness and took his hand, gently kissing it and then taking his forefinger into her sweet mouth, sucking gently and running the very tip of her tongue around his fingertip. It was as if a bolt of electricity shot through him. 

She moved his hand down onto her breast, where he could not resist taking her voluptuous globe in his hand, squeezing gently as he felt her nipple become erect. Just as his fingertips started to pinch their target, she slid his hand away, dropping it to the inside of her knee. This time she moved her hand away from his and slowly and sensuously began to ease her slim, toned legs apart.

Daniel tried to resist but found his hand caressing her skin and, as her legs opened, of its own volition it began its upward journey. Her skin was so soft and as she felt his trembling hand moving along her inner thigh, she opened her legs even further to accommodate and encourage him. Like a rabbit caught in headlights, his fingers slowly but surely moved towards their goal.

"Good boy..." he heard her whisper into his ear, her tongue licking at his lobe as she spoke. "Such a good boy..."

She could hear his breathing coming in rapid gasps and knew that if he was battling inside, it was a fight he was losing. She loved the challenge of moments such as this and felt her own arousal increasing as a result. Once his hand reached the edge of her panties, she felt him pause. Easing her bottom forward, she presented her lower body to his touch, leaning back against the back of the booth whilst her firm buttocks perched on the very end of the seat.

She felt his finger against her panties, the pressure indenting them slightly into her opening and she closed her eyes and let out a long sigh of satisfaction. 

"I've been waiting all day to be touched there, Englishman" she sexily breathed. "Now underneath..."

She felt him pause for a couple of seconds before the tips of his fingers edged under the material, one finger running across her waiting clitoris. They both knew that it was not so dark that the people in their immediate vicinity could not tell what they were doing if they looked in their direction, but everyone seemed fully occupied as Grace began to up the tempo on stage. 

Leaning in to Daniel, Katherine could feel a bead a sweat trickle down his neck. Clearly he was frightened of discovery, whereas she was extremely excited by that thought. She began to rotate her hips against his hand and fingers, and she could tell from his heavier breathing that he was becoming aroused with the way she was using his finger to fuck herself. She gently licked around his neck as she felt his finger respond to the rhythm she had established.

His thumb was now tightly pressed against her clitoris and she could feel her breathing become ragged such was the intense sensation. She knew that this was going to be one of her quickest orgasms and as her climax approached, she bit down on his earlobe, making him wince, and she clamped her thighs together, trapping his finger inside her as she squeezed her muscles and felt her legs start to tremble. They both knew she was very close now.

This seemed to inspire Daniel as his darkened body turned towards her and increased the pressure, a second finger now joining the first. Despite the people around them, he was now fully caught up in the moment and his hand began moving with breathtaking speed as he took her to orgasm. He could feel her whole body shaking as she exploded on his fingers, and looked around in fear as he heard her allow herself one, deep, ferocious moan. 

Her head collapsed forward onto his shoulder and he sat back, his concerned eyes still darting around the customers nearest to their booth. It appeared as if all heads were focused on the stage and he slid down slightly in his seat, allowing himself a sigh of relief. The afterglow of the moment was only exceeded by the relief of not being caught. Katherine's heavy breathing was now becoming softer and it was only at that point that he pulled his hand away, his fingers leaving her hotness.

"Not finished yet," she whispered as she placed a hand on his thigh. 

His head jerked around to look at her and he could see two soft, green eyes sparkling at him, even in the gloom. 

Only a very few people were aware that Samuel had installed surveillance cameras throughout the club, partly for security purposes but mainly so he could record the variety of illicit sexual liaisons for his subsequent entertainment. The recent recordings of Grace, first with him and then subsequently with Joshua, were in safe keeping. As was the recording of Daniel and Katherine that Joshua had shown to Grace. And now it was soon to be joined by the additional action in Daniel's booth tonight

As Samuel viewed their Daniel and Katherine on one of the monitors beside his desk, he applauded his foresight in purchasing infra red cameras. A second monitor on his desk was trained on Grace, performing on stage, and he increased the volume. She was such a talented woman and he loved her tone, a voice that would earn him a lot of money. But even as he listened, his eyes were drawn back to the booth. It seemed that her boyfriend and his new recruit were not yet finished. 

For the third time that evening, Daniel uttered, "Katherine..." without being able to continue. 

The hand on his thigh had suddenly snaked to the bulge in his jeans and when he looked at her, he knew what she intended. Even as his mind objected, his body readily complied as her rough hand pushed his legs open, giving her easier access. Her eyes continued to sparkle into his as one by one she unsnapped the buttons of his tight black jeans. He leaned back, closing his eyes and giving in to the inevitable. 

Her hand found its way down into his underwear and with a deft motion she had unleashed his proud, erect penis into the open. She made no effort to be gentle and immediately began stroking him, her arm disappearing under the table. As he glanced down he saw her lewd and very visible movements. Between the cold air on his penis and her public masturbation, he was feeling frighteningly exposed. 

"Katherine..." he gasped once again. "People can see."

That was the very point, he knew, that extra bit of danger and excitement meant everything to this sexy redheaded woman. Her response was to dip her head into his lap and take the thick, bulbous head into her mouth, sucking him inside and running her magical tongue over his foreskin. She heard his mingled moan of excitement and concern and it only encouraged her to suck harder, her succulent lips bringing him to the edge much more quickly than he could have anticipated.

"Katherine, I'm gonna cum," he gasped. 

Taking the cue, she eased her mouth away and looked up into his eyes, a soft smile running across her full lips. Slowly, never taking her gaze from his, she lowered her head again and his shaft disappeared as her mouth took over, her cheeks billowing as she took him inside. She felt and tasted his delicious hardness, knowing from the throbbing that he was close. He grasped her hair as he raised his hips and one final, deep throat was enough to take him over the edge.

He splashed into her waiting mouth, feeling her throat eagerly sucking down his offering. His body shuddered three, four times as attempted to stifle his moans, her fingertips digging into his thighs through his jeans. Her mouth refused to leave him until he finished jerking and he could feel her delicious lips and tongue around him as she eagerly hoovered up his final drops. 

Sitting back up, she picked up Daniel's glass and drained the entire contents in one gulp. Standing up, she adjusted her skirt, bending over for a few moments before straightening again. She took his hand and slid her panties into his palm. He looked down at them and then back at Katherine.

"They're a keepsake, Englishman," she said, and then started laughing. "Now try to explain those away."

*

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Vegas Ch. 07



Although the central theme of the publication is poker, I have constructed the story so that it also works for those who have no interest in that subject and who wish to skip those sections. But as it is the central tenet, you may feel you lose the whole ambience of the story. 

A number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, this story would not have been told.

CHAPTER 7: GRACE BECOMES AN ANGEL

Lauren had spent the evening and then the night with her employer and Ming, at Kay's stunning home. The three women had eaten late, enjoyed a Jacuzzi, drank a large amount of wine, snorted a good quantity of coke and Lauren had the most incredible sex she had ever experienced. These two women did things to her and each other that she had only heard about and she had lost count of the number of orgasms she had experienced in the last twelve hours.

And the remarkable thing was that when Kay drove her into the agency the next morning for the final day of shooting, her arousal levels remained just as high. Before they had left the house, her raven haired employer had administered some more coke to Lauren, and then she and Ming had separately made love to the blonde woman. But neither would allow her to reach orgasm, and she had needed that so very badly.

Kay explained that it would keep her fresh for today's shoot, but the reality was that she was still feeling woozy from the drinks and the drugs and made worse, she felt, by her acute sexual state. She needed to cum and if the truth be known, she needed a man, too. But even when she had begged, neither woman had taken her over the edge. Nor would they allow her to bring herself relief, making sure that one or the other was constantly by her side until they had left on the journey.

The good news, as far as Lauren was concerned, was that Jimmy was modelling with her again today. In the throes of making love last night, Kay had explained how big Jimmy was in 'that department' and built up his sexual prowess to a point where Lauren's mouth had actually started to water. If everything that Kay had told her was true, then Jimmy was quite a stud.

On their journey to the studio, Kay explained a couple of differences about today's shoot. She said that whilst it would essentially involve Jimmy and Lauren, Ming might be required for some shots later in the day. And she told her that the publisher's were so pleased with what they had seen so far that they had asked for a promotional video that they could use to promote the magazine.

When Lauren asked what that involved, Kay said it was all straightforward enough. They had hired someone to video certain parts of the proceedings, but that from Lauren's perspective she should just regard the day as another photo shoot. She would not notice the video camera at all, and if she did, she should just disregard it. It would not get in the way, she said, but the good news was that it would double Lauren's money.

When they arrived, both Kay and Ming joined her in the dressing room. The morning would consist entirely of topless shots, Kay explained. Lauren was not too sure about that, not with Jimmy there. But both women had laughed at her and told Lauren that he had appeared with literally hundreds of topless models in his career and took such things in his stride. She had no need to worry, they told her.

But it was not only that point that was on Lauren's mind. Instead, she remembered Jimmy telling her how hot she looked and it was down to her that he was sporting an impressive erection. If he was such a stud, and she had given him an erection when dressed in a bikini, goodness knows how he would feel when he saw her topless. She smiled inwardly and her arousal increased. She might be able to have a little fun today.

The two women made a point of helping Lauren undress, making sure that their hands heightened her sexual state as they did. As she looked at herself in the mirror, dressed only in a thong, she felt an enormous buzz. Ming came up behind her and slid her slim hands around the blonde's aroused breasts, fondling them in front of the mirror so that Lauren could watch her sensual pleasuring.

Ming's tongue added to the eroticism of the picture by slowly licking along Lauren's neck, both their pairs of eyes tracing the movements in the mirror. As Lauren moaned, in the corner of the mirror she saw Kay approach them. She was holding out some more coke and Lauren watched transfixed as the hand in the mirror approached her mouth. She saw it gently ease two fingers inside between her reflected lips, and felt the delicious sensation as Kay slowly rubbed it across her gums.

"This will help, sweetie," she purred. "Now it's time to go out there and give your best performance. Forget the video camera and focus on what Dan tells you."

She hesitatingly entered the studio, although the buzz from the drinks and drugs had removed any shyness. And her sexual arousal led to her hoping that she and Jimmy would be working closely together. But Dan told her the first shots would just be of her and he took some real tasteful photos, all the time telling her how classy she looked. He insisted she completely ignore the young man with the video camera and after a short while, that was exactly what she was able to do.

After an hour or so they took a short break and then Dan invited Jimmy onto the set. He was wearing a tiny pair of briefs that left absolutely nothing to the imagination and Lauren's eyes nearly popped out of her head. He seemed to be semi erect already and as Dan directed him to walk over to the bed beside Lauren, the blonde woman felt an overwhelming desire to reach out and stroke him there and then.

Dan placed her on the bed with her legs slightly parted, her knees bent half way and her toes pointed forward. He told her to arch her back and point her breasts towards the ceiling. She was to throw her head back and look at the camera and as she did, he snapped away. Then he told her to arch her back even more and show him her sexiest look.

"Make it look like you want to be fucked, baby," he instructed.

Lauren laughed inside as she thought that would not be too hard to pull off. She did as directed and moved to various positions under Dan's instructions. Dan then brought Jimmy into the scene, asking him to sit behind her as he had her kneel forward on the bed.

Jimmy complied but as they held the pose, Lauren felt his tongue snake out and lick along the side of her neck. Her already erect nipples hardened further and she hoped Jimmy had not heard the low moan she emitted. When they finished the shot, she turned to her co-model, eyes flashing but a smile on her face.

"Fucking hell, Jimmy," she whispered.

He raised an eyebrow and nodded to her breasts.

"Fucking hell, Lauren," he mimicked but with a smile. "I've seen thousands of breasts, baby, but none as appealing as those."

She blushed slightly but beamed back at him, her arousal level increasing further.

The morning continued on a similar theme. Dan introduced more and more erotic poses. Jimmy was asked to continually touch Lauren as he posed, nothing overt but touching all the same. And Jimmy continued to take more and more liberties when Dan was otherwise occupied, on occasions touching her intimately and constantly whispering to her, telling her how hot she looked.

In some ways she was pleased when Dan called a break. They had been shooting for a long time and Lauren's libido was at a dangerous level. If she had stayed there much longer, listening to Jimmy's constant whispering, feeling his hands or fingers running across her body at every opportunity, feeling him rub his hardened erection against her, she may just have grabbed him and fucked him whilst they lay on that big bed.

*

After his session with Katherine, Daniel was grateful that for the second successive night Grace had appeared to have no interest in sex. In fact, she appeared to have no interest in anything he had to say and had barely spoken to him on their journey back to the hotel. He put it down to the pressures of performing and the early morning finishes and after attempting to draw her out, he had simply given her the space she appeared to need.

He had fallen into a deep sleep on their return, worn down by the late nights, the long stretches of concentration required during his Omaha performance, and the immense physical exertions of his time with Katherine. Not to mention the mental strain that accompanied his cheating on Grace. Nevertheless for some reason he felt nicely refreshed when he awoke and after showering and dressing quietly so as not to disturb Grace, he headed for breakfast, leaving her to a well-deserved and apparently much needed lie in.

Daniel's Omaha experience had taught him the importance of sustenance prior to the event, so that food became one less consideration whilst he was playing. He sat by himself in the Treasure Island restaurant and ordered what he saw as a good, healthy breakfast – waffles and fruit. The restaurant appeared particularly busy as Daniel drained his first glass of orange juice, immediately requesting a second from the full of life 'server' who had greeted him so enthusiastically.

It did not take long to devour his breakfast and he left a sizeable tip, in the superstitious hope that it might bring him good fortune in the battles that lay ahead that day. He ambled out of the hotel and onto the Strip, ignoring the shuttle bus and slowly beginning the half an hour or so walk to the Rio.

As he worked his way through the tourists and past Caesar's Palace and the Bellagio, he found himself reflecting on his Omaha achievements. The ridiculous thought that he actually might be heading towards his destiny flashed through his mind. But as he approached his destination, the enormity of his revised expectations hit him and his mood gradually began to alter. Self doubt began to creep in and the sheer size of the event seemed to weigh him down.

As he entered the Rio and saw all the other players milling around, the scale of the challenge ahead became apparent. A major aspect of the appeal of this event was that it was open to all-comers, anyone who had a spare $10,000, or the ability to win through via a satellite, as Daniel had. It was a lottery, with so many taking part, he thought, and to think of doing well was ridiculous. But surely he could at least outlast many of the other hopefuls?

He began to make his way to his table. He had no idea know how many tables there were in total, but there were a hell of a lot more than for his Omaha experience. He quickly estimated that there looked to be upwards of eighty or so. The fact that he was now beginning to grasp the magnitude of the event did not help his nervous excitement and he even began to believe that his Omaha achievement was solely down to luck and that he was completely out of his depth.

Negative thoughts were appearing that had no place, he thought, and took three long, deep breaths set him back on track again. Survive the first day, he told himself. That was all he needed to do. Survive.

It was then he found himself being greeted by Norman Chad, his new television-friend courtesy of his Omaha Hi-Lo performance. After a brief chat, they shot a television piece where Daniel made a point of playing down his chances, citing his simple ambition as being to survive the first day.

That interview seemed to arouse some interest amongst some nearby competitors, who wandered over to exchange a few words. Unfortunately, Daniel quickly realised that any claim to fame he was feeling was quickly impacted by questions such as 'What have you won,' and even better, 'Who are you?'

Nevertheless, it did no harm to his ego and also helped to kill a little time whilst the room surprisingly quickly began to fill up with people and with noise.

Daniel had been assigned to table 45 in a main hall that seemed broadly the size of the new Wembley stadium to him. He found the table and stood silently, gazing around him. For a few minutes he was lost in the moment, wondering who would be the first player to join him, if it would be anyone he recognised, or if he would be there long enough to see anyone famous, any of his poker heroes.

He remembered reading the magazine that featured Chris Moneymaker during an interval in his qualifying satellite. It had said that before he had commenced his journey to poker stardom that year, he had rubbed along the green baize for good luck. Well, Daniel thought to himself as he stood there, if that small superstitious gesture was good enough for Moneymaker, it was good enough for him.

He leant over the table and mimicked Moneymaker's motion. Standing back up, he then ran his strong hands down his black Practically Poker long sleeved shirt, feeling the embossed name woven into the front pocket. He gently inhaled and exhaled several times, attempting to calm the nerves that had suddenly appeared as a result ofg thinking about the 2003 champion.

As he did so, he glanced up and saw an older man beaming at him. He wore a broad, warm and friendly smile that seemed genuine enough and his loud Hawaiian shirt combined with a pair of shorts seemed almost mandatory for many of the competitors here. He was an imposing figure, pretty much bald, large and with a warm demeanour. He came over, extending an arm to shake Daniel's strong hand.

"Saw you on television," he said in a voice oozing friendliness and comfort. "Quite a performance and quite a story."

"Thank you," Daniel politely replied, briefly rubbing his temple.

At that moment of recognition, his five minutes of fame seemed worthwhile after all. But in a second that brief moment of optimism was well and truly sunk.

"It'll make it harder for you to do well in this event," the man said, smiling again.

When Daniel's eyes narrowed as he momentarily appeared puzzled, the man continued, "More of a target."

"Oh," Daniel less than enthusiastically retorted. That thought had not occurred to him. "You'll be looking to take advantage then?" he somewhat lamely added.

"No, not me," the man said, his smile never leaving his worn face. "Hell, I don't play. But I'm out here every year to observe. Just love the atmosphere and the stories." He laughed and his large body shook, as he then added, "Mostly bad beat stories, of course."

Daniel smiled back and nodded, slowly adding, "Yeah, I wonder what mine will be?"

"Tell you what," the man said after a moment's pause during which he peered intently in to Daniel's bright eyes. "I brought you this."

Daniel looked down and saw the man's large extended hand holding a small crystal.

"The last person that I took to so quickly, and gave one of these to, was Chris Moneymaker." He winked at Daniel. "That was just before the final table. And he didn't do too badly, did he?"

"Thank you," Daniel said, his dark eyes smiling.

That was two references to Moneymaker in the last couple of minutes. An omen? He realised that his fragile confidence index that had been bouncing from very low to high and back again, had now returned into the positive sector.

"Some people rest them on their cards, others stroke them when they need some luck," the man explained. "This particular one," he added, nodding down at the crystal in Daniel's large hand, "Needs stroking. Believe me, it'll bring you strength and perseverance and luck."

"Thank you so much," Daniel said again, with a genuine warmth in his voice. He appreciated the gesture and the trouble the guy had taken.

He worked the crystal with both hands, running his fingers along the surface, already liking the encouraging feelings it gave him. He listened as the man talked about the power of his crystals, and of the strength Daniel would be able to gain from the positive energy it would create.

"When I saw you interviewed on television, I sought you out especially to give you this," he said, winking again.

Then he looked around before warmly shaking Daniel's firm hand, and then nodded to the growing numbers in the room.

"Better let you get on with it," he said. "Good luck."

"I really appreciate it," Daniel quickly stammered as the man turned to walk away. "Both the good wishes and the crystal. Thanks very much."

The man turned back to look at Daniel for a moment. As he did so, he accidentally brushed against a guy to his right who was dressed as if he'd been up all night.

"You're welcome, young fella. And don't forget, it helps you draw positive energy. Very powerful. Use it when you need it."

He winked again and began to thread his way through the crowded room back to the spectator's area. Daniel realised that with this turn of events, his confidence index had edged a few extra degrees higher.

*

Grace had devilishly decided that today she would go commando style. She pulled on a tight t-shirt over her naked breasts and could not help but grin when she imagined the look on Joshua or Samuel's face when she revealed herself. She was just at the point of leaving the hotel to begin her journey to the club, when she received Joshua's telephone call.

"Congratulations, baby" his deep voice boomed.

"Congratulations? Why?" her uncertain voice asked.

"You wanted to become an Angel?"

Her heart leapt into her mouth as she heard him say the words and her lips instantly dried as she took in his meaning.

"Yes," she breathlessly responded, her deep eyes staring blankly at the far wall of the room. She paused for a brief moment, and then throatily asked, "Now?"

She could almost hear Joshua's smile as he spoke.

"Now! Your car is waiting outside the hotel. Then hurry back to the club," he said. "I want to see them. And see you, baby. I'll be waiting."

It took the car thirty minutes to reach the tattoo parlour. Grace had lost track of the direction in which they were travelling some time ago and had no idea where they were. All she knew was that they eventually stopped outside a tattoo parlour and she was about to officially become one of the select group known as 'Samuels' Angels'!

Nevertheless, the fact she was unaware of her location, and walking unaccompanied into the building, meant that she entered with some trepidation. It was not the most salubrious of places and as she pushed open a door that seemed destined to come off its hinges before too long, a bearded giant of a man looked up from behind a counter. She walked quietly across the bare, wooden floorboards towards him.

"Er… I've come from..." she began to stammer.

The man grinned at her, his smile belying his grizzly features.

"You must be Grace," his deep voice boomed. "I've heard all about you."

Then he grinned again. But Grace was determined not to be overawed by this giant of a man.

"Oh, yes?" she responded, her head held high. "And what exactly have you heard?"

The bearded giant appraised her for a moment, before answering. His dull eyes never left hers.

"Well, Missy. First of all, I've heard that you're gonna be a big star. Then I heard that you were a stunning looking woman." He hesitated for a second, before adding, "And I can see that's true."

Grace's painted eyelids fluttered slightly at the compliment, but she chose not to respond. She wanted this man to understand that she was no pushover.

"They didn't tell me that you had spunk, though, Missy. And I can see that you have."

His eyes softened as he said this and Grace felt a slight blush appear.

"Oh, yes. And they told me you're the next Angel," he finally added. "That's quite an honour. But it seems to me they made a good decision."

The redness in Grace's cheeks increased in intensity at this last remark and this time she did thank him.




Vegas Ch. 07



"You're welcome, Missy," he droned, opening a hatch in the counter and stepping out towards her.

He walked over to the entrance, his boots thudding on the wooden floor. Reaching out a large, hairy hand, he swung around to display a 'Closed' sign in the small window. He turned to look back at her before turning the key in the door. She realised that with even her highest heels she would have been a full head shorter than the giant across from her, but in her sandals, her silken brown hair was at best level with the top of his immense shoulder.

"Don't want to be disturbed, do we, Missy?" he boomed. "Better follow me."

The apprehension present when she arrived swiftly returned as he silently led her to a black curtain at the rear of the room. As he stood aside to allow her to walk through, her eyes briefly returned to the locked door before she did so. His eyes drank in everything about the lithe body that passed him, and then watched as her curvy hips swayed delightfully in her tight jeans as she walked further into the room.

When he turned towards a desk, Grace took the opportunity to observe him more closely. He was wearing faded black jeans and a sleeveless t-shirt with a washed out design on the front. He had tattoos all over his arms and the top of his hairy shoulders. He was remarkably well preserved for someone of his age, she thought, putting him well into his fifties.

"Okay, Missy," he intoned, grinning again. "One tattoo goes on your left buttock," he said, pointing to her bottom, his dull eyes appearing to brighten as he gave an appreciative look at her shapely, peach like buttocks.

Moving closer, he added, "And the other one goes here."

He placed his large, hairy hand onto Grace's left breast, butr she pulled away from him, her almond eyes flashing in anger.

"No offence, Missy," he quickly apologised. "I meant no offence. It's just that if you want the tattoos, I'll be touching you soon enough anyway. Just think of me as your doctor."

Grace burst out laughing at the absurdity of the remark, her anger disappearing as quickly as it had arrived. The bearded giant grinned as if he had said something clever, appreciating the laughter he had caused in this attractive young woman.

"You ready?" he asked, and when Grace sighed softly and then nodded, he pointed at her t-shirt. "Alright, lift up your top, Missy."

Grace paused for a moment, and only then realised that she wore no bra. That had been meant as a surprise for Joshua or Samuel, but it was this bearded giant who was going to benefit. She felt a slight arousal at the thought of exposing herself to this stranger and decided to do so in style. In one swift movement she pulled the singlet clean over her head, exposing her ample, naked breasts to his gaze.

That arousal increased as she heard him gasp as her full, firm, rounded breasts bounced free, springing up and down across her chest until they settled after their release. Standing there, half naked in front of the bearded man whose name she did not even know, Grace felt the rush of cool air around her newly exposed globes and felt her nipples harden.

Seeing his face, she laughed, thinking that was probably his treat for the day. The air on her breasts, the tinge of arousal, and the strangeness of the situation were all factors resulting in her nipples standing out proudly. They were almost obscenely erect, she realised, as the bearded giant sat in her in a large chair before moving in closer, studying her closely.

"You got have got the prettiest breasts I've seen in a long while, Missy" he said.

"Well, thank you," Grace said without thinking, and then blushed at her remark.

His thick, bearded face was so close that she could feel his hot breath on her breast and if such a thing was possible, her nipple hardened further. Grace had always felt a thrill of mixed fear and sexual arousal in the company of really big men and this time the hardness had nothing to do with the cold air. She felt the arousal increase as his hand felt around her breast, his fingers close to her erect nipple.

Grace realised with some embarrassment that he probably had no need to touch her, but also knew that deep inside, she was actually enjoying his touch. And the more his hand slid across her skin, the more her arousal increased. As his thumb gently brushed against her extended nipple she gave a deep sigh, realising that not only was she letting his hand caress her, but how much she was being aroused by his touch.

She knew that she could immediately put a stop to this, but did nothing and he seemed to take this as tacit approval to become a little bolder. His thumb began to lightly rub up and down the side of her nipple, sending an electric shock through her body. She involuntarily gasped and then clenched her mouth in a desperate attempt to prevent him from seeing the effect his touch was having on her.

"Sorry, Missy," she heard his deep voice say, "Your breast is too tense, I need to relax it a little before I work on it. This okay?"

Without waiting for an answer, he reached out and squeezed around her left nipple. Oh, God, that felt good, she thought. She knew she was allowing too much but seemed powerless to stop this giant of a man, knew that she did not want to stop him. He continued a short while, his hairy face close to her breast now. Then his long tongue snaked out and flicked the nipple.

"Y'don't mind, do ya? I gotta relax it," he boomed.

This was not doing anything to relax anything, she knew. And he knew that too. This was way outside the bounds of what should have been normal practice in his job, but again Grace did not object. She could see that his eyes were trained on hers, deliberately forcing her to either stop him or give permission.

She nodded compliantly.

"Good," he responded, his eyes still holding hers as his mouth returned to her nipple.

Grace's lips quivered as the giant's warm lips enveloped her left nipple, whilst a rough hand began to caress the other of her fabulous breasts. His gentle tongue stroked the pliant yielding flesh beneath it and she felt herself responding, her nipple beginning to swell in his mouth. She could feel the rough beard around the soft flesh of her breast and sank back into the chair, submitting to his attentions.

He took his time and all the while Grace felt her nipple responding under his surprisingly expert ministrations. She realised that for such an unusual, old guy he certainly knew what to do with his mouth and tongue. Her arousal was such that she instinctively wanted to reach down and touch herself and heard herself emit a stifled moan of languorous pleasure.

As he heard her, the bearded giant glanced up at her again, his mouth still working on her nipple. He smiled at her before pulling away.

"I think that should do it, Missy," he said, his eyes boring into hers. "Now for the tattoo."

He reached for his drill and it did not take long for the giant to complete his task. Grace gritted her teeth as he worked on her but in truth the experience was not quite as painful as she anticipated it might be. Turning back around to examine his handiwork, he put his hand back on her breast, as if to get a better look at the finished tattoo.

"Hmm, very nice," he said, looking at the angel figure.

He studied her breast for a few more seconds and as he moved his hand away, he slid it down slowly until it again ran across erect nipple. Grace let out another involuntary, muffled gasp as he touched her and on hearing her, he held his hand there for a few seconds with an amused smile at the effect he had caused.

"OK Missy, now for your ass."

She had momentarily forgotten about the other tattoo. She stood up and he stood behind her, watching as she unfastened the buttons of her jeans before reaching out and helping her slide them down her legs. It was then that Grace realised she was not wearing any panties and she blushed again as she felt his hand touch her inner thigh. She knew the sight she was presenting to this man as he stood behind her.

She felt his hand move, now barely an inch below her sex as he held her leg steady, his hot breath warming her buttocks as he eased onto his haunches. Part of her wanted him to move his hand higher, to touch her there, and to provide some relief from the incredible arousal beginning to consume her entire body. But it seemed that was a step too far, a boundary he would not cross.

She heard the steady hum of the drill as he positioned her on a long bench and went to work. It seemed to take even less time than with her breast and when he had finished his task, he allowed his hand to run across her inner thigh and up and across the rounded globes of her shapely bottom. He allowed his fingers linger on her buttocks, squeezing them gently for a second or two. Her breathing had become short and she could feel the wetness between her legs.

"Okay, Missy, it'll be sore for a little while," he said. "Almost an Angel, now."

*

The break in shooting had done nothing to help Lauren calm down. Back in the dressing room, Ming decided that she needed a shower at the same time as Lauren and offered to wash the blonde woman whilst they showered together. Lauren gratefully accepted the offer and the oriental beauty kept her on a knife edge with her sensual touches. But she never went too far, ensuring that Lauren remained aroused but was unable to reach satisfaction.

And when they returned to the dressing room, Kay was either sensually touching Lauren as they talked, or softly caressing Ming in front of her. If she did not know better she would have thought they were deliberately attempting to turn up the sexual heat. Lauren made a couple of efforts to resolve her situation, but any attempt to relieve herself in a quiet space was foiled as Ming always accompanied her.

Kay made sure that she rubbed some more coke on Lauren's gums just before they resumed shooting, stroking her inner thigh with her other hand as she did. That resulted in Lauren starting the next session almost at fever pitch, and that was exactly what Dan and Kay had planned. It was now time to turn up the temperature and Kay was sure that they would get as much of their video as they had planned.

This time Jimmy was dressed in a long pair of boxers, but he made sure that Lauren immediately noticed there was a gap in the front where a button was missing. On resumption, Dan immediately had the two of them together and instructed Lauren to lie on her stomach and smoulder over her shoulder at the camera. She closely followed Dan's directions as he barked out instructions, building up the pace of the shooting so that Lauren's fuzzy head had no time to think.

The two models were constantly positioned close to one another and when Dan had Jimmy press against her, she could feel his penis begin to straighten and lift against her bottom. She had a growing urge to touch it and now she became the predator, her hand 'accidentally' bumping into his hardness just about every time they changed position. She was rewarded by the sight of an increasing bulge barely contained inside the thin boxers.

It was the hottest photo shoot Lauren had ever taken part in and when she was placed in a pose against Jimmy's leg whilst he stood against the bed, hand on hip, she could see him attempt to adjust his tented shorts.

"I guess you're pleased to see me," she whispered under her breath as they paused for a couple of minutes between takes, her eyes glowing with excitement.

"You're just a tease," Jimmy responded, raising an eyebrow. "Just like a little girl."

"Is that right?" she asked and as she turned past him, she made sure her fingers again brushed against his hard erection. "Well, from your eyes," she whispered provocatively, "I can tell you want to fuck this little girl."

Jimmy caught her arm and gently pulled her down on the bed beside him. He had his back to the camera, and his large frame hid her from view. Her deep brown eyes opened wide in challenge as if daring him on. He put his hand on the inside of her leg, his fingers gently stroking. When he saw her eyes narrow, his fingertips left her thigh and ran up and across her thong, delicately tracing the contours of her pouting, oiled vulva until she began to pant softly with arousal.

Then he gently pulled his fingers away, and took her hand in his. Staring at her half closed, glazed eyes, he smoothly brought it across his body and rubbed it down his erection. Lauren felt faint and as he took his hand away, she made no move to do the same and continued stroking him. Smiling into her deep eyes, he stood up.

"And I think the little girl needs to be fucked," he whispered, just as Dan called them back to action.

Dan raised the tempo immediately, asking Lauren to pose on the bed on all fours. After a few shots he got Jimmy to kneel behind her and she felt dizzy with lust as he gently and imperceptibly rubbed his erection into the valley between her buttocks.

"How about we do it doggie style," Jimmy softly whispered, smiling as he heard the beautiful blonde whimper and push herself back against him.

Dan asked her to sit up and press her head back against Jimmy's broad chest, and then told Jimmy to put his hands on her waist.

"That's so good Lauren, but I want your nipples harder."

In truth, Lauren's nipples were rock hard as it was. But Dan felt the time was right and wanted to take the initiative. Kay and Ming had followed Lauren out of the dressing room at the start of the session and quietly stood to one side. They all knew they had reached the point they had been leading up to for three days.....

"Want me to make them hard, baby?" asked Jimmy, his voice no longer a whisper.

He pressed his manhood against her soft, rounded buttocks as he spoke, rotating gently against her, his hands softly caressing her waist as he did. She pushed her bottom back in a desperate bid to gain a better feel of that heavy penis and to his surprise she nodded, slowly and sensuously. She was so close to the edge she wanted this stud to feel her nipples. She actually wanted him to fuck her.

Dan nodded to Jimmy and he slid his hands up to her rounded breasts, reaching out and touching first her left nipple and then her right. His touch sent a shock wave around her body and she sighed. Dan took advantage of the moment and asked Jimmy to take hold of her full breasts with each hand whilst he clicked away, then to take her nipples between finger and thumb. The erotically supercharged blonde woman made no effort to prevent him.

In fact, she pressed her needy body back into his, sighing with satisfaction as his hands pleasured her ever so sensitive breasts. With each touch, each caress, she could feel the need building fast now and she knew she might actually make herself orgasm if he continued this way. And she so wanted, needed, to cum.

This was going better than he had dared hope and Dan knew that only a tiny push was required to take her over the edge. He told her to lie on her side, propped up on an elbow, and then positioned Jimmy so that he sat facing her. He moved him closer, so that his erection was only inches from her face. The video cameraman had also crept closer, sure that this glassy eyed woman was too far gone to notice, and he captured every moment of the scene unfolding in front of him.

Jimmy had deliberately positioned himself so that the gap in his boxers billowed out slightly, displaying the contours of his naked erection to Lauren's eyes if she looked closely enough. And she did. In slow motion, her eyes drifted up to meet Jimmy's gaze.

"You want to touch it, baby?" he asked.

Lauren did not move, her eyes returning to his boxers and her tongue licking across her dry lips. Jimmy dropped his hand to his shorts and pulled open the gap, his impressive shaft escaping, the rounded head now level with her mouth. He smiled at the undisguised lust in her eyes as they fixed on his pulsing erection. After looking up into his eyes once more, her long arm slowly began to cover the gap between them until her soft hand held him, her thumb running along the shaft.

"Suck it, baby," he encouraged.

Such was her aroused state she did not need a second bidding. She shuffled her body across his and sank her mouth on him, her soft tongue licking around the bulbous head before taking it fully into her sweet mouth. If Lauren had noticed she would have seen the cameraman change angle so that he could capture every move, and she would have heard Dan as he crouched around them, shooting from every possible vantage point. But they both knew there was no chance of her noticing. Her bobbing head was far too preoccupied.

Jimmy had his instructions and he changed position regularly as her soft, sucking mouth worked on him, so that Dan and the cameraman had an uninterrupted view. Her succulent lips were never still for even a second in her determination to bring this stud to an orgasm before she fucked him. Kay had explained to her that his stamina was incredible and that he was invariably ready to go again within seconds. Lauren was determined to test the validity of that statement.

Such was her intense arousal that the fire burning deep within her loins brought with it a need to put her brand on this man. Her full mouth fucked his long, hard penis as if she were a wild woman. Her bobbing head took him deeper as her working hand pumped his shaft, willingly accepting more of him as he carefully thrust his hips against her face. To slow him down, she began to massage his testicles with the tips of her fingers and as she felt him throb she knew that action had immediately brought him close to his climax.

She ran her teasing teeth along the shaft, gently nipping, and that was all that was necessary to take him over the edge. His hard body curled up against her as he came, but he continued to thrust his hips against her soft mouth until eventually, his climax began to reside. This was a first for Lauren. She had never before allowed a man to cum inside her mouth, not even with Bobby.

But such was her current state of arousal that, without any sort of hesitation, her warm mouth greedily and gratefully accepted everything this stud had to offer. The experience sent shivers of pleasure radiating through her body and her unrelenting mouth continued to work on his impressively long penis, whilst her hand sustained her caresses on his testicles as she slowly milked him for every last drop.

Immediately, he flopped back on the bed. But Lauren wanted more. Her long legs opened as she determined to put his powers of recovery to the test.

"My turn now," she instructed.

But it was a female voice that responded, not Jimmy's. Looking up in surprise, she saw that a naked Ming had settled on the bed, her body sliding across Lauren's.

"First, it's my turn. I want to make you cum, Lauren," she whispered, her tender eyes staring into those of the blonde. "After all, poor baby, you've waited long enough."

Without awaiting an answer, the oriental beauty pulled her hair to one side so that the two observers had full access to record every move, and dropped her beautiful face to Lauren's spectacular body. Her deft hands slid up along Lauren's inner thighs and effortlessly parted them. Slowly, she eased her arms under the silky thighs, preparing to put into practice the things she had learned from last night's activity that the blonde model enjoyed best.

Settling her mouth next to the already undulating body, she softly blew against the blonde's sweet opening and continued to tease her in this way until she heard the moans, begging for the touch of her mouth, her tongue. It was only then that her lips finally descended on her prey. Lauren's eyes were closed and she cried out as she felt the excruciatingly delightful touch of a tongue flicking against her clitoris.




Vegas Ch. 07



As Ming worked on the blonde model, she could feel the superb body rising and falling against her lips. She used her hands to prolong the pleasure, stroking every part of her anatomy within reach. Then the skilled oriental beauty draped Lauren's long, right leg over her tiny shoulder,

The unrelenting teasing sent splashes of exquisite sensations throughout the blonde woman's body and her moaning increased in intensity as the oriental slowly brought her to the boil. Lauren was lubricating freely and every now and then, when Ming felt her approaching her climax, she paused to allow the feeling to subside before patiently and steadily working her towards orgasm again.

Her tongue was moving inside Lauren as if it had a mind of its own and the blonde squeezed it welcomingly, her slim hips thrusting against the working lips. Sensing the final onset, Ming sealed her mouth tightly to the pleading sex and moaned one last entreaty. This was the spark Lauren needed and she screamed out as her body finally exploded in a glorious release that seemed to continue forever.

Lauren lay back on the covers, her body unable to still itself as it involuntarily continued its sensuous movements. She heard soft moans slipping out of her mouth and realised that she wanted more. Then there were hands on her legs, fingertips gently tracing along her inner thighs and easing them apart. This was too good to be true. Her glazed eyes half opened and she saw Jimmy sitting between her legs a split second before she felt his long penis sliding upwards along her inner thigh.

She watched as he hooked her knees and legs over his shoulders and pressed into her, the large tip of his slim, long penis deliciously sliding into her welcoming body.

"You want me to fuck you now, baby?" she heard him ask.

Her eyes were hooded with pleasure and she felt her head lazily nod as she wrapped her ankles behind his neck, urging the stud to give her what she so badly needed. She soon reached her second orgasm and realised with delight that Jimmy had showed no inclination for reaching his, now settled into a steady rhythm as he pumped himself inside her. It was then that she felt, rather than saw, Ming's slim body straddle her chest before slithering upward.

For a second or two the beautiful oriental hovered over Lauren's face, staying there, motionless, until she felt the blonde's inquisitive tongue reaching upwards and flicking against the soft skin of her sex. It was only then that she lowered herself, allowing Lauren's tongue to begin its work, whilst behind Ming, Jimmy leant forward to cup the oriental woman's small, firm breasts as he continued to pump inside Lauren.

Kay had moved across to stand beside Dan as he and the cameraman continued to record every second of the action. Dan paused to take a long, urgent kiss from the aroused woman, rubbing her bottom with his spare hand as he did.

"I've got to hand it to you, Kay," he gasped. "You sure know how to pick them."

*

Daniel's first hand of the Main Event was Jack-Eight suited. Both clubs. It was no sort of hand to play and he sensibly laid it down, only to see the flop produce Jack-Eight-Eight. He was pretty sure it was Amarillo 'Slim' Preston – his Omaha 'friend' – who had once said: If you can't fold the winning hand, you can't play poker.

Still, psychologically it was not the best of starts. He tried to shake 'what might have been' from his mind and thinking of Slim's words, attempted to console himself with the fact that he had played his cards correctly.

After the second hand, there was an announcement on the PA: Congratulations, you have all made it past the first player to be eliminated.

There was an audible sigh from the remaining players in the hall. Just about every amateur had achieved his or her initial target to avoid being the first to be knocked out

Daniel continued to fold his first few hands whilst he settled into the event and gained a feel for the other players at the table. A number, like Daniel, sported Internet site promotional shirts and he felt that was a good sign. No doubt they had qualified through satellites and he knew he would be able to successfully compete in this company.

The fact that two of them were professionals with sponsorship deals never occurred to him until that was explained to him during the first interval. Fortunately by then he had been holding his own and the fact he could do so in such company was a further boost to his confidence. As with the Omaha tournament, he had pummelled into himself the need to only play premium hands and whilst that limited his action, it did allow him to slowly begin to increase his chip stack.

His only significant misjudgement came against a young lad wearing a Table Poker t-shirt. Under the gun, Daniel was dealt Ace-King of diamonds and raised three times the big blind. The kid was on the button and after several folds, he pushed all-in. Just like that. Daniel was taken slightly taken aback and as he glanced at the kid, he found the keen blue eyes staring straight back at him as he slowly winked.

What the hell did that mean, Daniel wondered?

He sat back, puffing his cheeks out. He could feel the rest of the table staring at him, waiting for him to act. He kept looking at the kid, trying to detect some sort of tell, but now he had put his shades on under his shock of curly, blonde hair and was now sitting as still as a rock. It had to be a monster, Daniel thought, as he tossed his folded his cards into the middle of the table.

The kid grinned and turned over Five–Three of hearts, before raking in the pot. A gasp went around the table, mingled with some laughter.

It was around ten minutes later when they went into the first break and just before they did, with immaculate timing, the public address system crackled into life once again. Such had been the constant PA interruptions that the vast hall was inured to the tedious administrative announcements and there was a brief delay before the joke was fully taken on board: For internet players, the raise button is to your right.

The blonde haired kid made a couple of similar moves during the next session, each time showing his bluff with a flourish. But there was no doubt that he was mixing his play up well as on the occasional time he was called, he turned over the goods. It was midway through that session that the big confrontation unfolded. Daniel had pocket threes and flat called another raise by the kid in early position.

The flop came down Queen-Three-Two, all diamonds.

The kid checked and Daniel made a small, exploratory bet. The kid called.

The flop was the Ace of clubs and both checked. Daniel was struggling to put the kid on a hand but the three diamonds worried him.

The river produced another three. Daniel had quads and the hand was won. The question was how many chips could he entice from the blonde kid?

After a short pause whilst he thought, the kid checked again. Daniel prayed that the young lad was attempting to set him up for another one of his moves. He raised to about three quarters of the pot and then watched as the kid winked at him again before pushing all-in. Daniel gave silent thanks to the poker Gods as he called. The kid triumphantly turned over his pocket rockets. He had a full house, Aces full.

Daniel immediately flicked over his cards and a shocked gasp reverberated around the table. The kid let out a curse, followed by another. The second was aimed directly at Daniel, who responded with a wink. He had doubled up.

The kid was gone by the time they hit the next break, his all-in attempted bluff called by a petite young woman on his left. He turned over his unimproved Ace-Queen and her pair of fives took the pot. Recovering his composure after his earlier outburst, the blonde haired young man made a point of walking around the table and shaking each player's hand before turning back to Daniel.

"Sorry about earlier," he said, his contrite face looking into Daniel's. "You played that hand really well."

Shortly afterwards they hit the break and, with a little over 15,000 in chips, Daniel was in a good position. He hurried to the toilet queue, well content with his efforts to date.

*

Almost an Angel, wondered Grace? She now had her tattoos and as far as she was concerned, those now made her an Angel. She had no time to speculate further however as she realised that the giant of a man had made no effort to move away and instead his rough hands were continuing to slide across her rounded buttocks.

Despite the stinging of the tattoo, she shivered at the delicious sensations he was creating and almost involuntarily, she moved her legs wider to allow him better access to continue with his pleasuring.

"You like that, Missy?" his confident voice asked, but his tone had dropped to a whisper.

Grace did not reply but her whimpers of pleasure answered for her. The feelings created by his hands were sensational and she arched her legs wider, an unspoken invitation for his fingers to slide between them. His fingers ran unhurriedly upwards to the hollows of her waist and the curve of her hips, before returning again to her buttocks. Softly, he trailed them feather-light across her rounded globes and to her smooth inner thighs. Grace knew where he was going and wanted him to be there.

She wanted him with an urgency that was becoming familiar to her now, and she heard herself whimper again as his fingertips found their objective. Without preamble, his finger slid easily into her wet, willing vulva. Her body jerked with the exquisite sensations created as the bearded giant's fingertip slid easily back and forward inside her. He expertly masturbated her, arousing her so quickly that she blushed to herself at how easily she was giving herself to this old man.

She began to squirm her bottom backwards against his hand, his fingers moving with her and attending ceaselessly to her growing needs. She could feel shudders running through her body under his working fingertips. Her tongue ran languidly over her dry lips as he relentlessly pleasured her, caressing her swollen clitoris. She heard herself moaning at his incredible touch. Soon, she knew, she would lose control and then the sweetness would overcome her...

"Make me cum...." she whispered longingly. "I want to cum...."

He turned her around and lifted her so that she was sitting on the long bench, her legs spread apart. Grace closed her trembling eyes as she felt the roughness of his beard slide between her sculpted legs. His nose nuzzled into her tiny, soft nest of tight brown curls just before his eager lips spread over her exposed labia. His tongue swirled against her clitoris, teasing it to full, aching attention as ripples of shameful pleasure radiated through her body.

The way he tongued her confirmed her earlier thoughts that he knew exactly how to please a woman. She moaned aloud as the sensations created by his touch swept across her body. She was nearly there now, desperately needing him to take her over the edge. She eased her legs wider to grant him better access, but even as she did so, his tongue left her and he eased himself to his feet.

"Please don't stop. I'm so close... I'm so close, please don't stop..." she found herself begging this giant of a man.

"All in good time, Missy," the giant said.

His eyes stared into hers and he smiled gently at her. She realised he was fumbling with something. Looking down, she saw he had worked down his jeans and released his impressively thick penis. She stared at the proud, throbbing, erect shaft and realised with delicious anticipation that he was going to fuck her.

He read her thoughts.

"No, Missy. Samuel don't allow old Sam to fuck any of his Angels. But I know you're worked up, Missy, and Old Sam is pretty worked up too. It's the same with all the Angels, so I got a way of giving us both relief."

He leant into Grace and licked around her neck before sliding down to nuzzle her sweat-dampened cleavage. She gasped at the sweet licking sensations and felt his big hands run up her willing body and cup her superbly firm breasts. With practised ease he stroked and squeezed the supple flesh as his tongue began to softly run around the edge of one dark, erect nipple. As he did, he felt her run her hands across his broad back and began to glide her long fingernails over his immense arms.

The bearded giant shuddered at her touch, his breath quickening once more and his huge penis slowly beginning to reach maximum length against her thigh. As he continued to play with her fabulous breasts, her body relaxed and she sighed out loud as she felt his warm mouth enveloping one of her nipples, gently taking it between his teeth. She felt herself responding, her nipple swelling even further in his mouth.

Her eyelids had begun to slide shut when she felt him pull away from her, leaving her nipples stiff and wet from the attentions of his tongue. He took a bottle from the desk beside them and held her gaze as he silently unscrewed the top and poured some liquid into his cupped palms. Placing the bottle back down on the desk, he closed his hands together, smiling as he worked them gently against each other and then slid his oiled fingers over the soft skin of her breasts.

Grace moaned with pleasure as she felt his slippery hands envelop her velvet-smooth breasts, beginning to firmly stroke and squeeze them. One big hand left her for a moment and then she felt warm oil streaming over her rapidly lengthening nipples as the giant poured more lubricant onto her receptive skin. Then he was using both hands on her again, and Grace's eyes slowly glazed with pleasure. Oh God, she thought dreamily as she heard herself moan again, that feels fantastic.

The giant watched her pleasure contorted face as his fingers slid effortlessly over her soft skin of her breasts, smiling as her sensuous lips shut tight with enjoyment.  As his hands worked slowly and easily at her slippery breasts, he slid his meaty thigh between her long, legs until it nestled against her eagerly pouting vulva. Within a few seconds she had begun to rotate her curvy hips against him, unable to stop herself from humping against him and not even wanting to.

She was thinking now only of the pleasure radiating from her gleaming breasts and exposed clitoris. Her straining body slithered wetly over the bearded giant's leg as she masturbated herself against him, her own gathering sex oils allowing her clitoris to glide deliciously back and forth on his iron-hard thigh, sending waves of pleasure through her body. She was sighing with enjoyment and knew that she was approaching an orgasm. God, she was so aroused now and needed to climax.

He felt her state of arousal and eased his leg away from her, watching as her begging eyes flew open and her body tried to find his leg again. Throughout his manipulations his penis had been steadily lengthening and she gasped as she saw the size of him. His own breath was quick and heavy now, his hands beginning to squeeze and oil Grace's superb breasts harder.

Grace's hips rose from the chair as she attempted to find his leg and return it between her thighs, her brow wrinkling as she tried but failed to continue rubbing herself against him. Her brown eyes fluttered open as she felt him shift position, his huge torso towering over her. He leaned forwards and Grace gasped as she felt the weight of his heavy erection nestle into her wet cleavage.

It was then that she realised what he was going to do, and she felt him push her full, firm breasts together, enveloping his huge shaft between them.

"This is your initiation, Missy," his deep voice drawled.

 He eased his hips forwards over the beautiful English girl's slim body, his erection sliding deliciously between her oily breasts. Gasping at the sensation, the huge giant began thrusting gently back and forth against her slim willing body, unhurriedly fucking her majestic breasts. He ogled her beautiful face as she tilted her head back against the bench in sweet surrender.

She could hear her own quickening breaths, heavy with arousal at the delicious tingling which radiated from her bosom. He was panting hotly as he thrust again and again between her superb globes, her nipples bullet-hard beneath his sliding hands. As he began to plunge faster between her gleaming breasts, they both knew he could not last much longer and she found herself becoming even more aroused at the situation.

He relentlessly pumped his erection into that delicious valley, travelling inexorably towards the point of no return and as he knew he was seconds away, he wanted to take her with him. His hand dropped between them and he immediately found her clitoris, now fully exposed and begging to be touched. His gently flicked the sensitive little piece of flesh with his fingertips, and when he took the swollen nub in his fingers and began to massage it, her magnificent body jerked involuntarily and she screamed into the thin air.

 Simultaneously, she felt his huge erection pulse strongly and heard his giant roars meet her screams as a long rope of semen shot over her slim shoulder and landed just beyond the thick silk of her hair. His shaft pulsed again and his hot seed hit the underneath of her chin and ran into the hollows of her neck. His rhythmic squirting in long, warm jets across her neck and chest somehow only served to increase the intensity of Grace's orgasm and she continued to thrust her hips against his still working fingers as he emptied himself onto her tanned skin.

It was some time later when they both stopped moving and tenderly held each other until their ragged breathing began to return to normal.

"You're an Angel now, Missy" he gently said as he recovered, stroking her soft hair. "And you're the best Angel yet."

He eased himself away from her, careful not to press his weight against her, and then reached out and offered her a towel.

"Now let's get you tidied up."

Mario had driven Grace to the parlour and had patiently waited outside in the limousine for her to return. This was to be his last job before working with Katherine, and he smiled to himself as he recalled Joshua's intentions regarding the red head. But that was for tomorrow and today his job was to return Grace back to Joshua when she left the parlour.

Grace wondered if he knew what had gone on inside the tattoo parlour but if he had, his impassive face gave no sign. He held the door open for her to seat herself in the back before starting the return journey to Samuel Smith's. Once inside the car, Grace threw her head back against the leather upholstery as her mind went over what had just happened. Then she began to smile. She was an Angel now.

*

For the first hour of the next session, the cards decide to pass Daniel by. Or when they occasionally did arrive, he was in the wrong position. That was okay, he thought. He was not in any hurry and his chip stack was healthy enough thanks to the blonde haired kid. Besides, he felt he had a good read on everyone and had been able to maintain his chip position with a couple of positional moves at the right time.

The blinds were now 100 and 200 and more than a hundred people had been eliminated from the field. He felt comfortable and that feeling was improved when he received his first real hand of the session, Ace-King of diamonds.

He recalled that this was his hand when the kid had bluffed him and as Big Slick was never a favourite had of his, he felt slightly uneasy. Nevertheless, he made the normal raise to 600, three times the big blind. A guy in a white Stetson hat, a nice guy who had kept the table amused with some humorous one-liners, made the call.

Their eyes searched each other's face for any clues as the dealer flipped the cards over. Queen-Nine–Four. Two hearts and a spade.




Vegas Ch. 08



Although the central theme of the publication is poker, I have constructed the story so that it also works for those who have no interest in that subject and who wish to skip those sections. But as it is the central tenet, you may feel you lose the whole ambience of the story. 

A number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, this story would not have been told.

CHAPTER 8: GRACE AND KATHERINE GET CLOSE

It was early morning and Daniel was heading for the Rio. He was confused. He had told Grace that as long as he remained in the Main Event, his late night finishes would prevent him from attending Samuel Smith's to watch her performances. Her smile in response had been a little chilling, but she had simply retorted that as his poker was why they had come to Vegas, she had no problem with that. But it was not that, that had caused his confusion.

There had been a note pushed through the door when he had returned to their hotel room last night, or rather, in the early hours of this morning. It had been from Katherine, addressed to him. The note was insistent that he should visit her in her room in the Rio the next morning. Room 315 at ten, it said. She had to speak to him urgently about something that had come up and that affected them both. Katherine being Katherine, she did not explain what that was. 

As Daniel had slumped down on the bed and reread the note, two things had occurred to him. First, that it could just as easily had been Grace who had opened the message, although that fitted into Katherine's proclivity for sexual gratification through risk taking. The other was that this might simply be a pretence to see him again. Either way, he needed to immediately finally resolve things with Katherine.

As he had no contact yesterday, he had wondered if he would see her again, or if she had understood how difficult things were for him. She had continued to flit through his mind throughout the long day and although he had missed the excitement of their sexual chemistry and her imaginative mind, he had firmly reached the conclusion that Grace had to come first and therefore their liaisons must come to an end. 

It was true that Grace had acted rather strangely with him over the last thirty six hours and try as he might, he could not quite put his finger on the reason why. He had thought about asking Lauren, but she had been nowhere to be seen for a couple of days. And not only had Grace been unduly quiet, but their recently adventurous sex life was now nonexistent, although he understood that the late night pressures on them both were a major contributory factor.

Whatever the explanation for Grace's behaviour, he knew that he wanted to try and resurrect their old feelings for one another. His connection with Katherine was based on sex only, incredible as it was, but Grace meant more to him than to just through their relationship away and he determined to try again for a fresh start and make the most of their few remaining days in Vegas. 

It was with that thought in mind that he headed for the Rio, a steely determination to help Katherine resolve whatever the immediate problem was and then bring their affair to an immediate end. It was just before ten when he arrived at his destination, feeling better for the long walk and the decision he had just made. As he took the elevator to the third floor, memories of their first meeting in this hotel jumped into his head, but as he lightly tapped on the door to her room he attempted to shed such images from his mind.

She was only partially dressed when she answered the door, wearing a lacy, white brassiere and a pair of pink shorts. Daniel felt an immediate reaction in his loins as he hurriedly moved past her into the room, ignoring her efforts to throw her arms around him as she opened the door.

"My," she softly said, "Someone is Mr Grumpy this morning."

She remained there, making no move to follow him into the room and instead, waited beside the door for him to turn to face her. When he did, she crossed her bare arms in front of her, and that had the effect of pushing her full breasts upwards and outwards against the thin material. They stood for a few moments, a battle of wills developing as Daniel attempted to keep his eyes firmly glued to her face, whilst Katherine waited for them to drop to her freckled cleavage. 

She was impressed at his self restraint but that only increased her determination. She dropped her hands to her shapely hips and challengingly thrust one leg out in front of the other, leaning slightly to one side. It was a provocative pose and when she gave a deep sigh which had the effect of raising and lowering her breasts, that had the impact she wanted. She saw his dark eyes flicker and then sweep down her body, widening slightly as they took in her superb figure.

God, she looked so good, Daniel thought. Her red hair was still wet, not yet towelled dry from her shower. Her freckles had always been a real turn on for him, and as he took in those tiny pink shorts, he wondered if she was wearing anything underneath them. But it was her breasts that commanded most of his attention. 

They were straining against the lacy top, and the whiteness of her bra provided a perfect and sensual contrast to her tanned skin. His eyes feasted on her, devouring the outline of her dark, jutting nipples denting the lacy fabric of the material. As he sighed deeply, he felt

She quietly waited until his roaming eyes eventually returned to her face and then raised an eyebrow as if celebrating success. 

"You look stressed," she softly said.

"No, not stressed," he responded. "Guilty."

"And so you should," she huskily replied. "How many times have you fucked me?"

Daniel felt his penis trapped against his clothing as her words encouraged it to extend further, but knew he could not adjust himself in case he drew Katherine's attention to his predicament. He needed to stay in control of his emotions if he was to get through this situation and fulfil his promise to himself. As she took a few sultry steps towards him, he realised it would be more difficult than he anticipated.

But rather than attempt to touch him, she simply brushed past him, allowing her perfume to filter across his nostrils, and leant back against the window. As she crossed her arms once more, Daniel studied her, her body an exotic image as it was framed in the early morning light. She looked stunning.

"I have some news," she began, "And I'm unsure how you will take it."

She saw the alarmed look on his face, and watched his eyes flicker with puzzlement as various possibilities immediately ran through his mind. She gave a short laugh, pushing herself away from the window and walking across to the bed.

"Please don't worry," she comfortingly said, running her hand through her wet hair. "There's nothing wrong and this affects me not you. But I thought you should know. I have a new job for the next week."

Daniel's relief was palpable and he let out a long, soft, sigh. 

"That's great," he responded, "But why... "

She finished the sentence for him. "Why is it important that you should know? It's with Samuel Smith's, that's why."

Daniel's eyes widened in astonishment. That was the last thing he was expecting, or wanted. The thought of Katherine working with Grace was an uncomfortable one. It seemed she read his thoughts and she laughed again. 

"Don't worry, Daniel. I don't expect to be bumping into Grace. My job is on the promotional side. I'll be attending different sites around Vegas to promote the club. It will mainly be promotional events, handing out leaflets, that sort of thing." 

Daniel gave another sigh of relief.

"But I knew you would be worried if you found out, and I didn't want you to think I was stalking you or Grace. So it was important for me to explain that to you."

Daniel nodded. "Thanks, I appreciate that Katherine," he said sincerely. "When do you start?" 

"Today at noon," she replied. "That's why I thought it best to see you this morning." 

He nodded again and smiled at her.

She laughed, interrupting him. "What... you'd have married me?"

They both laughed and the tension Daniel had been feeling had all of a sudden disappeared from his body. Even his penis was now resting a little more comfortably, he realised with some relief.

"I knew at the club that you didn't want to go on with this, Daniel. And I understand. I've been dumped before."

His body jumped at the remark and he began to respond, but she cut him off.

"That was just a joke, Daniel, lighten up." 

She walked across and hugged him, her slim arms wrapping themselves around his neck. He felt her soft lips kiss his cheek and then slide across to his ear. Before he could act, her white teeth took his earlobe and pulled on it, sending bolts of sexual lightening through his body. To his dismay he realised his manhood was becoming alive again.

"One final time, Daniel?" she softly asked, whispering into his wet ear.

He put his arms around her waist, torn between pushing her away and ripping off the few clothes she was wearing. His sensible side won out, if only just.

"I can't Katherine," his dry mouth responded. "And anyway," he added with a grin, looking into her beautiful green eyes, "It wouldn't be much fun for you. No danger!"

They laughed together. 

"Well that's true enough," she said.

"I'd better go now," he said, sighing slightly as he turned away. "Before you make me change my mind.... "

"Just give me one second before you do," he heard her soft voice say as he stepped towards the door.

As he turned around, she had the telephone in her hand, punching in a number.

"Oh hello," he heard her say to the voice on the other end. "Room 623, please."

Daniel hesitated, that seemed familiar. He realised why, just as she spoke again.

"Hello, Grace? This is the Rio Hotel. I have a Daniel on the line for you."

Daniel's eyes widened as the realisation dawned on him. Katherine held out the telephone, waiting for him to take it from her. For a second he thought of turning to leave but goodness knows what she might have said down the phone. His heart raced and his eyes clouded over as he covered the few paces between them and took the phone, his brain attempting to find something to say, some reason for the call.

"Hi, it's me," he mumbled.

His attempts to find some coherent reason for speaking to Grace were hampered as he felt Katherine's hands snake around his body from behind him and run along the growing bulge in his trousers. He attempted to smack them away, but felt an instant erection at her touch. His free hand grabbed one of hers, but her other slipped to his belt, deftly unfastening it and then pulling open the top button of his chinos.

"Sorry?" he mumbled again. "Yes, I know I rang you..." 

It was so difficult to concentrate with Katherine working at his chinos, but Grace was asking why he was calling her and he had to clear his brain, think of something. He felt his zip being lowered as he attempted to speak.

"It's just that... er... we haven't seen much of each other lately, and I wanted to make sure you were okay." he burbled.

His chinos were being slid down his legs and a slim hand, an amazingly soft hand, was gently fondling and caressing his testicles through his shorts. He looked down at the erotic sight and watches as a freckled arm appeared and now her other hand was stroking his covered erect shaft to an even harder state. He gasped out loud.

"No, I've just run up some stairs," he hesitatingly offered over the phone, his face grimacing from the unconvincing lie, but also from the faster working of the hands.

The cold air hit his freed penis a second or two before her mouth enveloped him. He felt her teeth either side of the crown, and after she sucked him inside, she pulled her mouth away, holding the base as her tongue ran up one side of his pulsating hardness and then the other. Her voracious mouth took him back inside, her sucking movements sending warning signals to his brain. 

"Grace, I'm concerned," he gasped, desperately trying to think of something to say but fighting a losing battle. "You haven't been yourself lately...."

Katherine's eager mouth had left him and he felt his shorts being pulled completely away. She eased his trembling body back down so that he was sitting on the bed, urgently tugging his shoes from his feet and sliding his chinos and shorts from his body. 

She moved around in front of him and he watched as her hand went to the catch at the front of the bra, theatrically pulling it apart so that her tanned, full, freckled breasts

"Say that again," he asked Grace. She had asked him something but he was not paying attention.

Instead, his eyes were now on Katherine as she pulled at her pink shorts. She provocatively shimmied as they fell down her hips onto the carpet and he let out an involuntary gurgle of arousal. He could feel his penis aching, it was that hard. He had been right, she wore nothing under the shorts and his eyes feasted on the well groomed strip of red hair between her thighs. 

"Grace, I was ringing to see how you are, not have an argument," he stuttered.

His eyes followed Katherine's movements and he turned his head to savour the sight of her full breasts as she deliberately swung them from side to side. Watching his mouth open, she laughed and pushed him flat on the bed. The cord on the phone was not long enough, causing the cradle to fall onto the pillow. Katherine ignored it, her face transmuted into a gleam of lust as she crawled over his prone body and without a second thought, lined up and then sank onto the hard, contoured penis that had been standing so upright waiting her attention.

"Oh fuck," Daniel said as he felt her velvet body envelop him completely.

She began to move, undulating on his hips as she leant backwards, resting her hands behind her on his knees. The sight in front of Daniel was amazing and he felt his hips responding to her fucking movements

"No, I wasn't saying that to you, Grace," he answered, a tremor appearing in his voice as Katherine picked up the pace.

The bed shook violently beneath them as Daniel responded and he knew that he was not going to last. Neither was Katherine it seemed and her groans became louder, so much so that he covered the receiver with his hand. She wrenched it from him and replaced it in its cradle, leaving him to find an explanation for cutting Grace off when he met up with her later. She did not care.

His wide eyes stared at her, not believing her actions.

"Fuck Grace," she gasped, and then added, "Forget that, baby. Fuck me instead." 

Her pupils had dilated into huge black saucers behind her flickering eyelids as she felt her flat stomach and frantically working thighs trembling with anticipation. She threw herself forward, her slim fingers tightly gripping handfuls of the bedcover as she passed the point of no return. 

The sensation of her gushing

It took a good few minutes for them to recover.

"Record time for us both," she murmured, easing herself off the bed.

As she reached the bathroom door, she turned around to look at him. "Think of it as a going away present..."

*

Fifteen minutes later Daniel hurried down to the Amazon room, past the mostly empty check-in tables and across the lobby to the main poker room. The encounter with Katherine had resulted in his running slightly late and although he found an official and began to make his apologies, the man simply handed him his bagged chips and pointed him towards his table assignment. 

As he sidestepped his way across the floor and flopped down into his seat, he found to his relief that he had missed only a few hands. Even better, he realised that the blinds were just coming round to him and therefore all he had lost were several antes. What had been a fractious start to the day had turned out okay and he experienced a moment of contentment at the thought that, despite their sex that morning, he had finally drawn the line with Katherine.

He recalled that poker professional, Barry Greinstein, had once suggested: If you have sex before you go to sleep, you will probably be more rested and less distracted when you play. Therefore a sex partner who travels with you can be a big asset. 

That may have been true, Daniel thought, but after his session with Katherine, he would have added that it was important to choose your sex partner very carefully. Right then, the last thing he felt was rested. 

At the start of each day, table and seat positions were reallocated and glancing around the new table, two things struck Daniel. First, there was one familiar face - Katrina Jett, an attractive professional female player he immediately recognised. Secondly, a number of the other players looked as if they had been up all night. Unkempt hair, unshaven faces and dirty clothes seemed to be a common theme. 

But appearances were deceiving, he had come to learn, and it took some time before he began to feel comfortable. Despite yesterday's full day, he still had a feeling of being in a foreign environment and the noise in the room, for some reason or other, seemed even more deafening for the first half hour or so of action. 

He felt frustrated that it was taking him a while to acclimatise, not helped by the fact that no cards were finding their way to him, and whilst some interesting hands had developed for others he remained on the edge of the action. He attempted to turn the situation to his advantage, using his long periods of inactivity to assess the other players. He mentally fitted each of them into different categories in his mind, as he observed their betting patterns and frequency of involvement. 

But goodness knows what they made of him, he thought, after folding yet another starting hand. This time it was the Ten-Three off suit, and he stood up and walked away from the table for a few moments in an attempt to clear his mind. As he did, he felt the crystal in his chino pocket and took it out, running his thumb along the side as he held it in his bare palm. 

Curiously, the feel as he stroked it brought an eerie sense of calm and his mood changed from one of uneasy nervousness to positive expectation. It was unlikely for him to continually remain card dead, he thought, and he was aware that one good hand would restore him to his end of day-one chip position if not better. 

That hand arrived shortly after the lunch break.

Katrina Jett had been steadily building up her chip position, as Daniel would have expected. After all, there were only a limited number of women playing poker in the casinos and there had been fewer than eighty at the start of the Main Event. But those who were playing knew what they were doing and this stunning looking brunette knew exactly what she was up to.

Despite several attempts by others to bully her from time to time, they found she could cope with just about everything they could throw at her. Indeed, Daniel thought that if anything, she looked to be the strongest player at the table. But by one of those twists of poker fate, it was Katrina who kick started Daniel's day. 

He was dealt pocket sixes in the big blind and after a couple of early folds, Katrina made a big bet in what Daniel thought was an effort to take the pot there and then. The bet had the desired effect, everyone folding round to Daniel. He had been watching Katrina's gaze as she followed each player as they folded, and now the beautiful, dark eyes were locked on him. 

He returned the stare, attempting to show little emotion. Neither gave way, until Daniel looked down and checked his hand again. As he thought about his next move, he heard her speak. 




Vegas Ch. 08



"Looking for trouble?"

He glanced back and her stare was as intimidating as it was beautiful. Nevertheless, it seemed a strange thing for her to say and he took it as a sign of uncertainty or weakness. 

"Call," he said, responding to the challenge, still unsure what hand to put her on.

As he spoke, the dark-haired woman dropped her black sunglasses from the top of her head and over her eyes. Suitably attired, they both awaited the flop. 

It came down Seven-Five-Four. Daniel had a straight draw to go with his pair.

He checked, and it seemed that Katrina deliberately waited until she saw his eyes leave the board to look at her before making her announcement. 

"All-in." Her voice was decisive.

Daniel searched her face but could not see her attractive, dark brown eyes through her shades. No clues there, he thought. Unless she had hit a set, he put her on Ace-King, Ace-Queen or a pocket pair. He knew that, if the latter, the probability was it was higher than his. But if so, why had she said that to him pre flop? 

Despite her increasing chip stack since they had started, he calculated he was still three to one ahead of her on chips and so he called. Her shoulders appeared to slump, almost imperceptibly, as he turned over his pocket pair. Her manicured red fingernails flipped over Ace-Queen. He was in a race and held the crystal in his hand for luck. 

The turn revealed the two of diamonds. 

By this time Katrina had removed her sunglasses, casually dangling them above the table in her left hand, as she awaited her fate. It seemed to take a long time before the dealer revealed the river, tapping down on the green baize before turning over a black King. 

Daniel gave a huge sigh and quickly stood up. He walked around the table to shake her hand but he had not even reached halfway before she had collected her bag from the floor, swung it over her yellow t-shirted shoulder and begun her journey towards her professional poker-playing husband standing at the rail. He watched them hug, her face a picture of frustration.

For a few seconds he felt her disappointment, but for no more than that brief period. He had improved his start of play chip position and the flustered nervousness he had brought with him to the table had now disappeared completely.

Things continued to go well until late afternoon, when the players were told to race off their green chips. The request flummoxed Daniel momentarily before he caught on that they were to exchange them for black $100 chips. The antes and blinds had increased so that the green chips were no longer required and it made sense for the players to use the bigger-denomination chips as the pots increased. 

Because of his chip size, the other players threw their green chips to Daniel, requesting an exchange. That resulted in a problem for a while, as the already high number of green chips in his stack increased with each exchange, and with the requirement to continue playing as they were counting their chips he quickly found that his focus on the cards was affected. He made the decision that unless he had a monster he would continue to fold until his task was completed. 

During the process, he was dealt King-Queen of hearts in the big blind. Everyone folded to the small blind, a small, bald, older man wearing a suit and sneakers, who made a sizeable raise. It was not the monster hand that Daniel had wanted, but he thought the guy was trying to steal and as he had roughly twice the size of his chip stack, he instinctively flat called.

The flop was Queen-Three-Two.

Very nice, thought Daniel, deciding to make a sizeable raise after the small blind checked. Except that the older man did not check. He again raised. Still trying to steal, wondered Daniel? Or alternatively perhaps he had a pocket pair? Every instinct told him to re-raise but distracted by the chip process, he simply flat called again. 

The turn was a seven. 

No help to either of us, thought Daniel, only for Suit and Sneakers to raise again. Daniel thought for a while, still stacking the green chips as he did. He knew his response should be to either re-raise or fold but felt he had got himself into a strange position. Weakly, he simply called.

The river brought a Jack. 

There were no straight or flush possibilities and the small blind pushed all-in. Daniel shook his head in confusion. Perhaps he was up against a set, or possibly Ace-Queen? He checked his pocket cards again before sizing up his opponent, who responded with an inane grin. Daniel again shook his head to himself. 

He had already donated around 20,000 chips into the pot and it would cost him another 15,000 to call. Half his stack, with nothing better than top pair.

He was lost, completely lost. He had no idea what this guy was holding and knew he had played the hand so very badly. More on instinct, or possibly desperation, he called and Suit and Sneakers turned over Jack-Three off suit. He had been playing a pair of threes throughout and the Jack on the river had given him two pair. 

Daniel was aghast, speechless, and could only sit there, staring at the board and staring at the Jack-Three. It was the last hand before the dinner break and Daniel was startled out of his reverie by a player at the opposite end of the table who let out a loud whistle.

"Jack-Three? You played that hand with Jack-Three? You are shitting me!" he exclaiming in a shrill voice. 

The small blind just sheepishly grinned as they stood up and made their way from the table into the break. 

*

Grace could not understand why Daniel had rung her, but she was pretty pissed off at the fact that he had hung up on her. She told this to Joshua, and explained exactly what she would like to do to Daniel and his slut, as they lay in his bed at the club, recovering from another exhausting lovemaking session.

He told her that he understood how she felt but that she must not get herself worked up over the situation. Get even, not mad, he repeated and suggested a way in which he thought she could do exactly that. Grace heard him out, speechless. She assumed from the way he was speaking that Lisa must have told him about the two of them, which must mean that Joshua thought she was bi. But even so.......

"I can't believe you are suggesting such a thing," she told him.

Smiling, Joshua responded, "My dear girl, we are all adults. We all use our bodies for pleasure. Just look at you. First there was Lisa, and then there was my father. Then me, and then Old Sam...."

Grace's eyes flew wide open at this last name.

"Oh yes, baby. We know exactly what Old Sam's initiation ceremony is!"

He did not tell her that cameras were also concealed in the tattoo parlour and every initiation had also been recorded for future use, if necessary.

"And that is fine, Grace my love. We all need sexual release." 

He paused, running his fingers along her stomach and then down to her sex, eliciting a soft moan as the back of his fingertips brushed her still aroused clitoris. 

"But just think, what better means of exacting your revenge than by seducing this girlfriend of his, taking her from him through the same means as she is trying to take him from you. The ultimate triumph, baby, don't you think?"

His fingers had now worked themselves inside Grace and she felt her body responding to this stallion of a man, moaning into his neck.

"We have it all arranged, just like I've explained," he went on, his knowing fingers working deeper against her now thrusting hips. "And this afternoon, you can take the first steps." 

Grace moaned again, biting his shoulder as her arousal built. "All right, Joshua," she gasped, "I'll do it one condition."

"I don't like conditions," he said, a slight coldness entering his voice.

"You'll like this one," Grace responded, easing herself away from his fingers and beginning to straddle his thighs. "I want you to fuck me again." 

*

It was late afternoon when Grace turned up at the promotional event. Katherine had already been there for around three hours and the constant activity had taken the redhead's mind of her morning's session with Daniel. As usual, the sex had been fantastic, and the look on Daniel's face when he realised she had telephoned Grace had been priceless. 

But although she had displayed no emotion, when he told her he was ending their relationship, her blood had run cold. She had been of a mind to actual say something to Grace when she had called her room, but she had more sense than that. Such a move could have impacted on her new job and she needed the money she would earn over the next week. 

The way it had happened had been unusual. When the well dressed young man had spotted her leaving the club after her late night session with Daniel, she thought he might have seen their activities. But in fact it seemed it was just that he had spotted a pretty girl and as he introduced himself as being the son of the owner, he explained that he had wanted to take a chance on her being available. Work wise that is.

And the money was very good, surprisingly so. Normally she would not have been able to obtain half the rate he had offered, but it seemed they were in a jam and quickly needed some attractive young women to help promote the club. And when he had told her they would provide a cheap room at the Rio over the next week, everything had fallen into place for her. 

If Daniel had just had a little more gumption, they could have had a wonderful time over the next few days. But no, he had wanted to be faithful to Grace, as if it was not already too late after fucking Katherine several times. 

She had accepted the decision with her usual style, but inside she was feeling pretty frustrated and wondered if she might get one more opportunity to seduce him this week. After all, the poker was being held at the Rio, and she had a room there. She decided she would give that some serious thought when she got back to the hotel after today's shopping centre promotion. 

The promotion had been quite a success, too. The club had hired a Chevrolet Corvette and Katherine had been posing beside and around it all afternoon. Joshua had said they would attempt to send a couple of other models to help her, but as yet no-one had turned up. Clearly, she thought, they were struggling to recruit suitable young women although for the life of her she could not understand why. She reckoned that there must be hundreds available for hire.

But that suited her fine. She actually enjoyed all the attention she was getting on her own and after a while, was hoping that no other models would join her and take away the limelight. And the task of handing out leaflets and talking to tourists was not exactly onerous. She was busy, yes, but in her element. The sports car had Samuel Smith's name emblazoned across both sides and the organisers at the site told her how pleased they were with her efforts. 

She felt a little overdressed in the tight white blouse and pleated mini skirt but if that was in keeping with the club's image, then so be it. She would have gone for tight hot pants and a figure hugging top if the choice had been hers, but they knew what they were doing. And after a while, she actually found the outfit quite sexy, although not in an obvious way. The skirt rode up if she twirled around and the classical blouse was sufficiently low cut to show enough cleavage.

The club had even assigned a driver to transport Katherine around during events, a rugged, good looking Hispanic guy with a thin moustache and slicked back hair. In keeping with their image, Mario wore a crisp, black suit and had courteously explained that it was his role to escort her from promotion to promotion, ensuring that she arrived on time and had everything she needed. 

She realised that the purpose was to ensure that each even went smoothly, rather than it being a perk made available to her. Nevertheless she enjoyed the feeling of importance engendered by his attentions and just loved the limousine that was their method of transport. 

Her only uneasiness had been as they were about to start their journey from the Rio, when he had revealed a hidden compartment in the back of the long white vehicle and had offered her a little white powder to snort. She had shaken her head, but that did not go down well.

"It's expected," he had said. "Mr Smith wants his models fully relaxed before each event. I cannot take you there unless you accept the offering. And believe me, Katherine, you do not want me to report back that you refused his hospitality!" 

So Katherine had imbibed, for the very first time in her life. She had no option, she told herself. And anyway, what harm could it do? 

In the event, she found it had given her a buzz that had lasted throughout her afternoon's work. And the glass of wine that was waiting for her in the back of the car was pretty neat too. Mario had insisted that she drain the wine during the journey and strangely had examined the glass when they arrived as if to make sure it had all been consumed.

"All part of the service," he had grinned, when she stepped out of the car.

The only problem she had experienced since then was that she was beginning to feel extremely aroused. It could not be down to the single glass of wine, she knew. She was probably turned on by her session with Daniel, she thought, and the excitement of the afternoon's event. And if that was the effect created by the powder she had sniffed, then she would take more anytime. Her only problem was that she badly needed to fuck again and there was no immediate possibility. 

It was late in the afternoon when the photographer arrived. The Club had booked an advertising feature in both Las Vegas papers. The idea was to take a couple of photographs of potential customers around the car but the well-worn middle-aged photographer thought that Katherine was too good an opportunity to miss and wanted to include her in the promotional shots.

"Stand up against the door of the car," he barked. "Give me a sexy look." 

And as he flashed away, the attention brought a small crowd around them. Good for business, she knew. 

"Okay, now lean across the bonnet. Rest your boobs across the hood. That's right," he persuasively instructed. 

Katherine had to lean over quite a way and knew that if she was not flashing the silk of her bottom covered panties at the photographer, then she certainly was providing quite a display for the gathering crowd. Her bottom was raised and although she felt exposed, she also realised that the arousal that had been haunting her all afternoon was increased by the pose she had adopted. Not only were her breasts pressed flat against the bonnet, but she could also feel her aroused nipples pressing through her blouse and against the metal.

Grace stood to the side, dressed in exactly the same attire as Katherine, observing events. Images of the recording she had watched with Joshua came back into her mind and whilst much of that disgusted her, she realised that part of it was a turn on, too. And watching the woman, even younger than she was, manipulating the camera with her variety of sultry poses, she found herself strangely aroused.

Instantly, thoughts of Lisa came flooding back into her mind and she recalled the sexiness that the blonde star exuded. This redheaded young woman had a similar quality, she thought. She was hot, there was no doubt about that! Grace shifted from one leg to the other, thinking that seducing the slut might actually bring with it some unexpected pleasure, in addition to providing payback to her and Daniel. 

She could see Katherine's nipples through the blouse and, looking down at her own breasts, saw that her own hard points were responding in the same way. A ripple of anticipation radiated down her body and between her legs as she gently eased her way through the onlookers and across to the car.

The crowd had given a cheer when Katherine pulled herself from the bonnet and stood up. She turned to face them, seeing all their eyes on her, and did a mock curtsey. They cheered again. The feeling was quite exhilarating. She felt like a supermodel, some kind of princess. It was then she saw her. Grace. She was dressed in a similar fashion to herself. What the hell was going on? 

*

Daniel's zombie like state was such that although he had made his way outside at the break in play, he had no clear recollection as to how he had got there. He remembered getting up from the table in a daze, and that was all. As he stood there, he was only vaguely aware of the other players who were standing around, most of them taking the opportunity for a nicotine break. 

He leant against a wall, his chest tightening as a result of the frustration he was feeling. Rather than eat, he tried to use the time to get his mind back into gear. But as much as he tried, he found difficulty in shaking off the way he had played that last hand. And being distracted by counting the green chips was no excuse. He had let himself down and damaged his chances of progressing much further.

As it approached the time to restart he made his way to the restrooms and as he came back into the corridor, he felt a tap on his shoulder. It was Norman Chad.

"How are you doing?" he squawked in that deadpan way of his. 

Daniel's face answered for him and Norm put a hand on his arm, gently squeezing. 

"Listen," the television pundit said, "I saw the hand. That's poker!"

They both laughed at the cliché, breaking the tension for a moment, until Daniel crinkled his face and cursed. 

"Shit. I've thrown away a great position, Norman. I can't believe I did that. The guy played the hand so badly, and yet I found a way to play it worse."

Norman shook his head. 

"What you mean is that you are not in as good a position as you were. You haven't thrown anything away yet, but you will do if you go back in and play as if you are feeling sorry for yourself. Forget that hand, or better still, use it. Use it to help you refocus and get back onto your normal game. That's what the great players do."

"I'm not a great player," responded Daniel, though Norman's words were already beginning to lift his spirits.

"No, you're not, kid. But from what I've seen so far, you're a solid one. If you want to find out how good you are, get your mind right and get back on your game as soon as you resume."

Daniel took his hand into both of his, and then shook it warmly. 

"That's great advice, Norman, and that's just what I'm going to do." 

He returned to the table, determined to grind it out, and gave himself the goal of returning his chip stack to its previous lofty position by the time play ended that evening. He may need to take the odd chance to do so, he thought. But if he could successfully mix more aggression into his natural, solid play then he could bring himself right back into this. No more soft calling and giving others the chance to catch, he hammered into himself.

*

As Grace walked, or rather swayed, over to the car her eyes never left Katherine, who stood transfixed, staring back at Samuel's new singing sensation. God, she looked so hot, Grace thought again, unaware that the same thoughts were filtering across Katherine's mind once her shock had started to abate. The fact that it was Grace, combined with the way she looked, sent Katherine's arousal levels skywards.

"Katherine, isn't it?" Grace murmured.

She leant forward and kissed the attractive red haired girl on the cheek. For a moment, Katherine could only nod, her mouth slightly open. 

"Hi, I'm Grace. I'm not a model, but Samuel was stuck and asked if I could help out with a little promotional work today. I hope you're okay with that?"

Katherine nodded again, taking in Grace's sultry perfume as she leaned close and placed a delicate hand on the shoulder of the redhead's white blouse. There was no doubt that Katherine's arousal was heightened by the singer's presence, probably enhanced by the danger that accompanied the situation, she realised. 




Vegas Ch. 08



She just stared into Grace's gleaming eyes, her gaze momentarily flicking to the full breasts and prominent cleavage. She found herself hoping Grace did not think she was dumb but at that very moment she was simply unable to find any words to say. It was the middle-aged photographer who brought Katherine out of her state. He approached the two women with a fresh twinkle in his tired eyes.

"Hey, let's get a shot of you two girls together," he said, grabbing Grace by the arm. "How about we take a couple inside the car?" 

They obediently climbed into inside, wondering how on earth he would be able to take some worthwhile shots in the darkness of the small space. But that did not appear to faze him at all. 

"OK girls, arms around one another," he said. "Now look this way." 

Although Katherine felt extremely nervous, it seemed Grace had no such inhibitions and she huddled in close. She flashed her eyes at the photographer, her hand casually dropping around Katherine's waist. She innocently leant her forehead against Katherine's and as the photographer took another couple of shots, the pose seemed to give him an idea.

"Sweetheart," he said to Grace, "just give her a little kiss." 

Katherine stared at him, completely taken aback. What did the goon think they were? She shook her head and was about to tell him what she thought, but for a moment his mind was distracted. 

"Damn," he said, looking down at some problem with his camera. "Hold it there, girls. I'll be right back."

Katherine felt uncomfortable. It felt intimate with the tinted windows hiding them from the onlookers, but that was nothing compared to the strangeness of finding herself there with Daniel's girlfriend. That was so weird, she thought. Especially as only that morning, Daniel had called off their liaison. Perhaps her seduction thoughts could take a different direction, she wondered, giggling inwardly. 

She had only one previous experience of being with a female, several years ago, and had often wondered if she would repeat the experience. Her eyes clouded over as her thoughts further fuelled her

Katherine's eyes followed the hand and saw that Grace's nipples were still pushing against the fabric of her thin blouse, if anything more prominent than previously. She felt herself let out an involuntary sigh and whilst she attempted to keep her self-conscious eyes locked on Grace's face, the nipples remained at the edge of her vision. She could not help glancing down at her own body and shuddered as she recognised that her own bullet like nipples were in the same lively state.

She thought how embarrassing it would be if Daniel's girlfriend realised how aroused she felt, but then wondered if Grace was experiencing similar feelings? She glanced again at her and saw that Grace was smiling knowingly at her. Since the photographer had left them, Grace's right hand had stayed across Katherine's waist and, without warning, the red haired woman felt her fingers move.

Grace slid her soft hand upwards to remove either a real or imaginary thread from the front of Katherine's blouse. She used her fingertips to gently pick it up, but they also ran across the very top of the redhead's exposed cleavage. Katherine stared into the eyes that were now within a few inches of her own, and heard her own heavy breathing as Grace gently stroked her fingernails across the exposed flesh. 

"You're incredibly attractive, you know?" breathed Grace, her glossy, red lips tantalisingly close to Katherine's. 

Katherine stiffened momentarily in surprise.

Katherine did nothing to prevent her and felt herself emit a long, deep breath as she looked Grace in the eyes once more. She saw that the woman was continuing to smile knowingly and felt the familiar tingling between her legs beginning to grow.

Careful, Grace thought to herself as she felt the shudder. Go carefully. She was unsure whether the redhead was shuddering from arousal or distaste and momentarily paused, the air in the confined space of the car heavy with their breathing. But when she felt no negative reaction from the woman, Grace flexed her fingers to make room and then gently slid them onto Katherine's nipple.

She knew that would provoke a feeling of indignation, if that was the way Katherine was feeling. But instead, she felt the point swelling further in reaction to her touch and she took this as a sign to continue her exploration. Her fingers teased the hard nipple as she moved her head closer to the attractive red haired model, her warm gentle breath against Katherine's skin. Their lips edged closer to one another, and it was then that the photographer returned, pulling open the car door. 

"That's it…" he exclaimed. "Just one kiss for the camera."

Although Grace jumped as the light flew in through the opened door, Katherine was lost in the eroticism of the moment. This was close to her wildest fantasy. Whilst she loved the thrill of dangerous sex, she was usually the one in control, establishing new challenges. But in this situation, she was the hunted, not the hunter. And she was the prey of another woman, and not just any woman at that. 

Her trance like state was broken as Grace's soft lips met hers. The singer had surreptitiously removed her probing hand from the top of her blouse as the photographer returned and instead it was now tenderly cupping the side of Katherine's face. The redhead felt the soft lips sliding ever so gently against her own, the tip of the singer's tongue running across her open lips. 

She heard the camera flashing and from the corner of her eye she caught a few people peering from behind the rope, attempting to see through the open car door. This was so surreal. She felt Grace's soft, moving lips on hers and the probing tongue sliding between her own. She had never been kissed so tenderly and she parted her lips a little, freely allowing her own tongue to interplay with Grace's. 

Her breath became ragged and a feeling of sexual arousal coursed through her stimulated body, burning her insides. She experienced an overwhelming desire to take this woman's breasts in her soft hands. She wanted, needed, to caress them with her fingers, to take those distended nipples in her mouth. Fortunately, that image somehow drew her to her senses. She needed some space, time to think and with a strength of will summoned up from she knew not where, she pulled away. 

*

Lauren had not been able to get hold of Grace when she had telephoned her room, and had to do with leaving a brief message, explaining that she was flying to Los Angeles with Kay and Ming for a couple of days and would speak to her from there. 

As the aeroplane headed into the air above Vegas, she stared out through the small window, her mind remaining in her fog of confusion. Had she really allowed herself to succumb to her wanton, sexual feelings during the final day of the shoot? She had never before experienced such a sustained and intense state of arousal, brought on no doubt by the constant use of drugs, and certainly enhanced by the continuous and exquisite attentions of Kay and Ming the night before. 

And whilst the fact that she had allowed herself to engage in such activities on camera was well beyond her understanding, what was stranger to her was her need for more. The incredible experience had left her on such a sexual high, she longed for a repeat session. She had an urgent and constant requirement for sex, further fuelled by a quite wonderful second successive night's activity with Kay and Ming.

And now here she was heading for Los Angeles, where Kay had arranged for her to have a screen test for a potential movie that she assured her would earn her stardom and megabucks. But sitting here, in the first class compartment of the plane between the two women, it was neither fame nor money that was on her mind, it was the need to scratch the desperate itch that refused to leave her.

The plane was surprisingly empty and it appeared as if the three women were isolated in their seats at the back. They laughed at the most absurd of things as they sipped on their champagne and Kay supplied Lauren with her now regular dose of coke. Pretty quickly the lights in the cabin dimmed, and Kay spread the warm blanket she had considerately brought with her across their laps.

They attempted to snuggle down and get some rest, but Lauren's mind was active. Despite the events on set the previous day, and her follow-up lovemaking session with the two women last night, she needed relief. She had spent most of the day relaxing at Kay's home, but that had only served to further build up her sexual longing to a point where she needed to do something about it.

The blanket was pulled up to their waists and underneath the material, she furtively unzipped her black, linen trousers and gave a soft sigh as she slithered her hand down her stomach and eased it inside her tiny thong. The immediate sexual charge was almost overwhelming. She slouched a little lower on her seat as her fingers found her sex and eased her labia open, sliding into her wetness.

It was at that point that she felt a hand on her left leg. She turned to her left and Ming's bright eyes were smiling at her. For a moment, she wondered how Ming's other hand had been able to reach over to her right leg also, but then she felt a soft tongue against her right earlobe and realised that it was Kay's fingers tracing a sensual pattern along her inner thigh, through her trousers.

"Need some help, sweetie?" the woman purred.

Without needing to provide a response, she felt Kay's other hand slide onto her and realised that the raven haired woman was gently tugging at her trousers, easing them down her long legs. It was not the easiest manoeuvre in the confined space available, and Ming helped by dragging the trousers down and around her ankles before easing the wet thong down over her curvy hips and discarding it on top of the trousers.

With her eyes closed in contented pleasure, Lauren could not be sure whether it was Kay or Ming who eased her top up and over her jutting breasts, jerking the cups of her brassiere up and over the two sensitive mounds as she let out a soft groan of arousal. Within a few seconds, the blonde model felt two pairs of lips descend on her hard nipples and groaned more loudly as the pleasuring mouths accentuated the most basic of feelings that she was experiencing. 

She moaned aloud as the lips on her right breast licked up to her throat, and then to her ear.

"Sssh, sweetie," she heard Kay's comforting purring voice. "No noise, baby."

With that the teasing lips returned to her breast again, tugging her sensitive nipple between her teeth. Lauren moaned again, but this time it was a low moan of pleasure as she clenched her hand and stuffed it inside her mouth as she attempted to follow instructions. Her teeth tightened down on her forefinger as both of the experienced, flicking tongues continued to tease her erect, wanting, nipples.

Her body arched upwards as their ministrations continued, two pairs of hands, fingers, lips and tongues dedicated to bringing her satisfaction. The licking tongues on her aroused breasts were now joined by a hand on each leg, fingertips running softly up and down her soft skin, dipping to caress her inner thighs, moving closer to her pleasure spot before dancing away. 

Lauren's pliant body was now bucking in its aroused state, attempting to urge the exploring fingers to continue on to where she needed them most.

But this was not the first time the two women had performed in such a way and they took their time, expert in their art of stimulation. Lauren discovered that she was able to orgasm, twice, simply from the sensations created by their pleasuring tongues on her sensitive breasts and the feather-light fingertips tracing soft delicate patterns against the soft, trembling skin of her inner thighs. 

She lost track of time as they worked in perfect combination and after a third orgasm, she felt one of them, she knew not who, move away from her body. Her immediate groan of disappointment was stilled as Kay returned, her slim fingers rubbing some more cocaine across Lauren's gums. Within a few moments of the rubbing fingers leaving her pouting mouth, she felt her hand back on her thigh. But this time it was different. This time she heard a soft accompanying hum.

"Ever used a vibrator, sweetie?" the soft voice whispered in her ear.

Lauren's body jerked in excitement as she shook her head, her bleary eyes opening wide as the nerve ends in her body tingled in anticipation at Kay's words. Her legs began to tremble further as Kay ran the black, vibrating shaft between her thighs, her legs widening even further to accept the offering. Slowly, teasingly, she took the large phallus inch by inch, until it filled her completely.

This time it was necessary for Kay to stuff the small, airline pillow in her mouth as Lauren came with seconds, screaming into the cushion as her fourth orgasm overpowered her. Eventually, her body sated for the time being at least, she began to drift into a delicious sleep, content in the knowledge that she could not go back to any other lifestyle than the one in which she had now been fully immersed.

*

The evening session began well. Helped by the right cards at the right time, Daniel began to pick up a few pots. His chip stack was building almost as rapidly as his confidence, and that was without needing to become involved in any kind of major showdown. He felt his good read on all the players at the table was beginning to pay off and he knew his progress was not just the cards. It was the way he was playing. He had at last put his bad hand behind him. 

He took out the small stack with a flopped flush, and his chip stack was now restored. But just as he mentally began to raise his end of day expectations, a buzz ran around the table. He looked over his shoulder to see Phil Ivey, wearing an oversize basketball jersey, amble his way to the vacated seat. And the buzz was not just from the table, as Ivey brought with him a good support from the usual gallery of admirers who followed him throughout the tournament. 

Daniel's table had suddenly exploded from anonymity to a larger than life setting where he suddenly feared they were in for a master class. The fact that Ivey was there was in itself an inspiration to Daniel, an opportunity to play against the best when he was playing so well himself. But he knew the fact that he had fought his way back to being the chip leader would put him firmly in Ivey's sights.

That realisation caused a chill to run down his back and as he felt the sensation, he stood up and walked away for a moment, fingering the crystal. Pull yourself together, he told himself, feeling that he was in danger of being intimidated before Ivey had even played a hand. He took a deep breath and then turned and took his seat again. Just stay away from Ivey, he told himself, and if that resulted in his playing fewer hands, so be it. No confrontation. 

All he needed to do was pick up pots from others, and learn what he could from Ivey. And that education began straight away. The professional made it his table right from the beginning, establishing his authority from the outset. He was all business from the word go, not giving off a single thing as he bet and bet, making it difficult for anyone to put him on a hand. It was impossible to gain any sort of a clue as to what he was holding.

And when the occasional player chose a particular hand to stand up to him, Ivey simply pushed all-in, taking the pot there and then. It was impressive, aggressive, poker, and no one, least of all Daniel, had an answer. He found himself thinking that the end of the day's play could not arrive soon enough and that he needed to protect his chip position until then. 

One player tried to get involved and Ivey took him out after another all-in, then did exactly the same to his replacement at the table who foolishly decided to risk everything on a gutshot straight draw. It was relentless.

As the evening wore on, Daniel was able to maintain his chip position by picking up a few smaller pots that Ivey was happy to leave alone, but just as he began to feel that he had carved a niche for himself in Ivey's shadow, another loud buzz ran around the table. This time the hullabaloo was as a result of the magician, Antonio Esfandiari, taking a vacant seat. Daniel shook his head. This was the big time! 

He picked up the crystal that he now had resting on the table beside the chip pile, gently stroking his thick thumb across the smooth surface. He needed some inspiration from somewhere. So far he had stood up well to the event and coped with every problem it had posed. But now, the arrival of Ivey and Esfandiari felt like the stakes had been raised and he had been elevated to the highest level of play.

And so it proved, as immediately there were now two players running all over the table, rather than just Ivey. They kept out of each other's way but destroyed anyone else who stood in their path. If someone bet, Ivey or Esfandiari would raise. Ivey, would do so with a blank stare that was impossible to fathom. Esfandiari would give a chuckle, or comment, as he threw his chips in. 

And if someone raised either of them, they invariably re-raised. Ivey was deadpan as he did so and Esfandiari with his chortle. Despite neither wearing sunglasses, it was impossible to take anything from them. 

All Daniel knew was that on the rare occasions they were called on to display their cards they invariably had the nuts. He knew that could not always be the case, but despite concentrating intensely on their different styles, closely observing every move, he was completely unable to determine any sort of tell whatsoever. 

And with the cards turning against him, all Daniel could do was attempt the occasional bluff, which did bring him the infrequent pot but nothing like what he needed to maintain his chip stack. He was heading south, the only consolation being that most others at the table were too, and at a faster pace than with him. Esfandiari in particular seemed to pick on Daniel's big blind, his dark brown eyes twinkling through his spectacles every time he raked in another pot, always throwing in a good-natured comment as he did so. 

It eventually came as a relief when midnight arrived and as the players went through their bagging process. Daniel felt that he was running on empty. He had been steamrollered since the two professionals had joined the table. He could not even bring himself to head back to his hotel, his mind was too alert. Besides, he knew that Grace would not return there for some time yet and even when she did, she would simply want sleep. 

Instead, he opted to call into the coffee shop whilst he ran through the events of the day in his mind, trying to assess whether he could have played differently against these two poker giants. It was well after one in the morning when he decided that, without cards, he had been powerless. But then, even if he had the cards, he was unsure as to how well he could have played them against such an aggressive onslaught. Eventually, once had it worked out in his mind, he felt better.

He decided to stay around the hotel for a while longer, waiting for the publication of the late-night sheets that provided details of the next day's seat assignments. When eventually they were produced, he noted that Esfandiari had been assigned to his table once again, as was Annie Duke, the best female poker player of all time and one of the current chip leaders. Oh boy!

Despite the time, he decided to walk back to the Treasure Island. Not so much as to save money, he had enough of that after his Omaha performance, but he had walked to the Rio and back both days so far, and he superstitiously decided that he would continue that routine whilst he remained in the tournament. Tomorrow, he thought as he took in the air during his return journey, was going to be another tough day. 




Vegas Ch. 09



A number of the situations have been inspired by some of the small band of authors whose work I immensely admire. I have attempted to occasionally incorporate a flavour of their imagination in this story, in tribute to them. Without their inspiration, this story would not have been told. 

CHAPTER 9: GRACE AND LISA PERFORM 

Daniel was exhausted when he returned to his room, the happenings of the entire day had him running on empty. Grace had not yet arrived back from the club and although he wondered if she was okay, his tiredness soon overtook him and without bothering to take his usual shower, he crawled into bed. He hoped that Grace would not be feeling amorous when she returned, but then that was unlikely as it seemed to be some time since she had felt that way with him. 

As he attempted to drift off, his mind was preoccupied by poker. The anticipation of competing against Esfandiari and Annie Duke refused to give his mind peace and despite his tired state, he tossed and turned for quite some time before sleep eventually found him. The 'Do Not Disturb' sign on their door was doing overtime as he slept until late morning. 

It was late when he awoke and he jumped up, panicking, as he ignored Grace's sleeping body and showered and dressed in record time. Even the connecting shuttle bus had departed when he raced downstairs and he had no option but to abandon his usual walking routine and give the taxi driver instructions to get him to the Rio as quickly as he could. 

As he entered the main floor he cursed himself for turning up late again, albeit for different reasons this time. In his flustered state, the numbered tables appeared to be in no particular order and for a while, he found he was wandering around aimlessly attempting to find his table. He looked around to see if he could spot Esfandiari or Annie Duke, but could not find either of them. But he did see Norman Chad. He grabbed the television pundit's arm but before he could speak, the small commentator pointed at him.

"Where have you been?" he asked.

"Long story," Daniel replied, realising that he had promised Norm an interview that morning.

"Well, it can wait," came the reply. "You're supposed to be at the TV table." 

Ignoring Daniel's gasp of surprise, Chad pointed in the direction he should be heading and pushed him on the arm. 

"Go on kid, get yourself over there."

Daniel's mind raced as he hurried across a crowded room, which this time seemed to contain more spectators than players. He instinctively felt uncomfortable as he thought of what awaited. Coping with the superstars was bad enough in normal circumstances, but to do so in the full glare of the television cameras was something else. 

He returned to his familiar defensive mindset of playing as tightly as he could so that when he was knocked out it would be through someone else's good play rather than his own embarrassing errors.

The television table was over the other side of the main room, with its own railing separating it from the other tables. With the reducing number of tables as a result of players being knocked out, he saw that the viewing areas were increasing in size. There was much more room now for the eager galleries of family, friends, players who had been eliminated and interested spectators and fans. 

All tables were becoming more prominent and none more so than that set up for the television cameras. As he approached his seat, a member of the ESPN production team intercepted him. He explained what was expected, the most intimidating of which being the requirement to look at his cards in such a way that the lipstick cameras built into each seat position at the table would capture them. 

It required a slightly different technique to check his hole cards whilst protecting them from other players but after a few practice sessions it did not take long to get the hang of it. Of more importance, he thought to himself as the session commenced, was the class of players at the table. 

Apart from Antonio Esfandiari and Annie Duke, he recognised Joe Awada, a very successful former dealer. And then there was Phil Laak, commonly known as the 'Unibomber'. He had for some time been the boyfriend of the poker-playing actress Jennifer Tilly, was also still in the tournament. Tough competition all round.

He stared bright-eyed around the table and thought that he might as well have been wearing a big bull's-eye target on his white Practically Poker shirt. 

*

Katherine had received a call on her cell phone late morning, telling her that today's work had been cancelled and that instead, Mario would drive her to the Club to see Joshua mid afternoon. She was unsure if she had upset her employer and even wondered if the request had something to do with her meeting with Grace at the promotional event. Mario had said nothing when he collected her, other than to make sure she took her usual snort in the back of the car during the journey.

In truth, she had not needed reminding, as she now looked forward to her morning and evening doses of coke on her way to and from events. Somehow, it made her feel much better. But the call to see Joshua had had prayed on her mind throughout the journey there. Could it be that Grace had found out about her and Daniel? No, that was simply not possible. Perhaps Joshua had seen the photos from the shoot? If so, perhaps it was the two of them kissing? She felt a sense of foreboding.

This job had worked out fantastically for her and the pay was so much more than she could earn anywhere else in Vegas. And whilst another couple of days would see her able to return home in a much sounder financial position than she thought possible, her mind had been thinking that she would stay on at Samuel Smith's for as long as she possibly could. That would help her to further improve her financial position and after that, who knows where it could lead?

And if continuing to work at the Club allowed her to see how things would develop between her and Grace, then that was an added bonus. She was still shocked that Daniel's girlfriend had come on to her and equally surprised that she had so readily responded. There was no doubt the singer was hot and fitted both of her cardinal rules about sex. She had to fancy the other person and there had to be danger involved. The fact that it was a woman, and this woman, only added more spice.

She entered the Club with some trepidation, wondering what lay in store. Mario escorted her to Joshua's office and when she walked past the booth in which she had seduced Daniel, she could not help but give a small inward smile. She really would have to find a way to see him again. 

She must have appeared really nervous as they waited, as Mario stood closer to her than he ever had and stroked her bare arm. He attempted to reassure her that there were no problems and to help, gave her a second snort of the white powder. 

And Mario had been right as when Joshua arrived, he greeted her warmly. The impressive young man took her shaking hand as he dismissed the driver and put Katherine immediately at ease. In his crisp suit, he cut an impressive figure and she nervously accepted the drink he handed to her. 

She had no way of knowing he had placed in it a small quantity of the same powdered tranquilliser his father had given Grace during her first visit to the Club, and that Mario had administered to her during her very first limousine journey. 

He waited until she had nervously consumed half the glass before asking her to take a seat, watching as she crossed her tanned, shapely legs as she did so. He felt a familiar stirring in his shorts at the sight and thought that if it were not for the fact that he had only just fucked Grace, and that he had other plans for Katherine, he could have some fun with this woman right now.

Instead, he sat beside her, smoothing his suit jacket and explained how pleased he was with her work so far. He suggested that they could employ her permanently, and with a significant raise, too.

Joshua stood up to refill her drink

"You see," he continued. "At Samuel Smith's, we operate one overriding policy. Where we have good employees, we treat them well. Good people are so hard to find in this City. And you are a good employee, aren't you Katherine?" 

"I try to be," she stammered, a freckled hand running through her red hair. She was still feeling a little overawed and wondering where this was going.

"Oh you are, Katherine," he said, this thick voice rumbling as he spoke. "I have had excellent reports of your promotional work. Mario tells me you do what he asks... and that is important, Katherine. We need people to fit in with our culture..." 

He paused for a second before continuing, "And it seems to me that whatever we ask, Katherine, we can rely on you."

Her green eyes stared into his, her pupils slightly defocused, as she wondered what he meant. His dark, deep eyes stared back at her, a soft smile running across his lips. Thick, attractive lips, her fuzzy mind thought, and she momentarily wondered what it would feel like to kiss them. The arousal she had felt with Grace had returned, even more strongly.

"So many young people are prima donnas today, Katherine. Whereas I get the feeling that you are a free spirit, willing to go wherever life takes you, happy to carry out whatever duties are laid in front of you. That's the sort of person and attitude that Samuel Smith's needs. Am I right, Katherine?"

"Absolutely," the attractive red haired woman replied, wanting to please him. "I give everything to my work and my employer."

Her blurred thoughts wondered why she had been worried when in fact it was clear that this man was so kind and considerate. He was attractive too, she realised, and as she uncrossed her shapely legs she felt a surge of excitement run through her body. She sat back, ensuring that her arched back allowed her to display her full breasts and was rewarded when she saw his dark eyes take in her movement. 

The quality of the wine must have been exceptional, she found herself thinking, if two glasses had her feeling this light headed and aroused. As she played with the buttons on the front of her blouse, just below her cleavage, her eyes trailed down his body and she was sure that she could make out a bulge in his trousers. Yes, there was no doubt about it. This impressive young man was reacting to her. 

She briefly wondered what he would do if she reached across and stroked him, only for her blurred mind to realise that he was talking again.

"Whilst it is a shame that today's work was cancelled, Katherine, it also happens to be a help. By co-incidence, there is still some work that you can support us with."

Her hazy head nodded, willing to do anything she was asked.

"We have a big night, tonight, Katherine. A big night. You met our new singing sensation at yesterday's promotional event, didn't you?" 

Katherine's dull eyes were still focused on the bulge. It was growing, if anything, but the mention of Grace jerked her head back to meet his gaze. For a brief moment, her fuzzy mind recalled images of Grace's hands and lips.

"I see you remember," Joshua said. 

He recognised the faraway look in her eyes. His eyes dropped and took in her full, thrusting breasts again as she continued to be lost in her recollection. She would be ample reward for Mario's loyalty, he thought, but wondered whether he should sample the goods first? He sighed as he realised he had to push that thought out of his mind. Such ideas had occasionally got him into trouble in the past.

"Katherine," his deep voice boomed, bringing her out of her reverie. "Tonight, Grace is performing with Lisa Welles."

Katherine's eyes widened. She had heard that Lisa Welles was singing at the Club that evening, but not that she would be appearing with Daniel's girlfriend. She had not appreciated quite how highly Grace was regarded.

"That's won... wonderful," she gasped.

"Yes it is," responded Joshua.

He stood up from the seat and took her hand, pulling her to her feet beside him. 

"And as you'd expect, Grace is very nervous. So I want you to take care of her, help with her make-up, that sort of thing. I need a good performance tonight. And I need you, Katherine, to do anything you can to help her relax. Anything! Am I clear?" 

Katherine's still blurred mind raced. Here she was thrown together with Grace again. She felt her body respond. There was definitely a wetness between her legs and she felt her nipples begin to stiffen involuntarily against the tight top.

Joshua watched in amazement as the red haired woman's eyes glazed over, his eyes devouring the sight of her jutting nipples denting the sheer fabric as she recalled her time in the car with Grace. This was splendid, quite splendid.

He told himself not to... but he could not help himself.

Her green eyes closed as his hands slid beneath the red sheaf of hair and gently caressed the tension from her slender neck. After hearing another moan, he replaced his hands with his soft lips, beginning to slide them over the muscles of her neck as he pushed his hardening erection against her smooth, rounded buttocks.

"You will do anything we ask, won't you Katherine," he murmured as his insistent mouth glided across her ear. 

The redhead dreamily nodded as she felt his hands slide down her body and inch up the hem of her skirt. She gasped loudly as she felt his fingers made their way around to her waist, and then down to caress her through the hot, damp crotch of her panties. Her toned legs opened wider in encouragement as he stroked her pubis through the wet, silk, his fingertips sliding under the material and immediately seeking and finding her eager clitoris.

Her shaking body trembled and she realised she had placed her slim hand on his forearm, her fingers moving on him in time with his motions, whilst her rounded hips responded to his masturbation of her by churning backwards into his hardness. Her head was thrown back against his chest as she began a long, deep moan, only to find it stilled in her throat as his fingers disappointingly left her body and his hands turned her round to face him.

God, he had just stopped himself in time, he thought, realising that he was so close to fucking this sexy, curvaceous woman. But as he allowed his breathing to calm, he realised that working her up to this state would serve a purpose and make the next part of his plan that much easier. He looked down at her pleading green eyes, hooded with arousal and knew that he had to get her out of the office right then otherwise he would not be able to contain himself.

"Grace is in the dressing room," he muttered as he pushed her towards the office door, his penis aching.

*

As it happened, despite Daniel's self image of having a bull's-eye on his shirt, it was another amateur who was the first to be knocked out. The Swede, also wearing a Practically Poker shirt, had been fairly loud throughout his short time at the table. Possibly inspired by his appearance at the television table, he stood up and punched the air with every success, letting out a blood curdling cry as he did so. 

This time he made a sizeable raise in early position, only to find himself re-raised by Phil Laak. Confidently, he pushed all-in and when Laak instantly called and turned over pocket rockets, he stood up and let out a loud shriek. He flicked over pocket Kings and held his hand to his head, walking away from the table.

"Unbelievable," he shouted and then repeated himself with a sad shake of his blonde head, adding, "I hate this game."

But when the flop brought Queen-Eight-King he went beserk, rushing back to the table and leaping up and down, throwing his hands in the air as if there were some poker justice after all. 

"One time," he shouted, imploring the Kings to stand up.

He smacked his fist into his hand when the turn brought the Two of hearts. Laak sat with a gloomy smile, waiting patiently whilst the Swede paced up and down, once again the loudest figure in a loud room. 

"One time," he repeated, glowering around at anyone in his eyeline.

The river brought the Jack of hearts and the Swede threw his hands upwards in delight, whooping loudly several times as he headed to the rail. 

But the reaction of others told him something was wrong and he scampered back to the table to check the cards, moving his shaking hands back to his head when he realised the river had given them both a flush, but Laak the better one. He sank back in his chair, deflated, and left the tournament no more than ten minutes later when his over enthusiastic all-in in late position with Three-Two failed to improve.

The table quietened for a while after that and Daniel, who was particularly interested to see how Annie Duke would play, did not have long to wait. When a player Daniel failed to recognise pushed all-in for 40,000 chips, Annie ran a well-manicured hand through her perfectly groomed hair as she called. She turned over her cards, displaying Ace-Queen to the All-In suited Ace-Ten. 

The flop came down King-Jack-Ten and with rags on the turn and river, and the table lost its second player of the day.

A few hands later Phil Laak pushed in a raise of 25,000 chips and Annie went over the top, resulting in him needing to risk his tournament if he was to call. After attempting to engage Annie in some banter, he reluctantly folded. Closely watching both hands, Daniel became even more determined to take a back seat in this high-powered table until he had the cards to work with. And in the meantime, he intended to pick up any information he could.

As the session continued Annie continued to dictate play and when a real gentleman known to the table as 'George' made a big opening bet, she flat called. The flop came Ten-Jack-Queen and Gentleman George pushed the rest of his chips in. That doubled the pot size and Annie immediately called, turning over Jack-Ten, a very nice two pair but well behind to George's Ace-King straight. 

After a rag on the turn, the dealer turned over a Jack on the river to give Annie an unlikely full house. Gentleman George had become the third player to be eliminated from the table and Daniel had yet to play a hand.

Annie now had a substantial chip stack to go with her momentum and as the day progressed, even Esfandiari and Laak were staying well out of her way. Daniel was at last able to pick up several pots, even making the occasional successful move, which gave him some breathing space whilst the action went on around him. 

There were long periods when he reached levels of concentration with which he was previously unfamiliar, always stroking the crystal at moments when calm thought was required. There was no doubt that he had needed to up his game and he was pleased at how well he had responded, and how good his focus had been. But he also came to realise that one of the things about being at a table with Phil Laak was that there was plenty of fun to be had, and plenty of opportunity for losing that focus, too. 

Halfway through the afternoon, Laak made a pre-flop raise that was immediately called by Annie Duke. Determined not to be outplayed, he threw in a big raise after the flop to protect his hand. Then, in true Phil Laak style, he pulled down the hood of his jacket to cover the whole of his head, fastening the two ties so that his face was completely hidden from view. 

Annie joined the rest of the table in laughter and when she folded, he unfastened the hood and jumped from his seat, erupting in a few moments of mock sparring like a boxer before a fight. Daniel quickly realised that there was method in Laak's madness. His actions threw others of their guard whilst Laak himself remained fully focused. Daniel promised himself that whilst enjoying such moments he would not be taken in by such actions. He needed to remain vigilant and he would. 




Vegas Ch. 09



*

Mario had escorted Katherine to the dressing room and then left her outside the door. This was the same room in which she had fucked Daniel, Katherine thought. The recollection of that seduction, combined with the effect of the tranquiliser and then Joshua's unfinished masturbation of her, only served to increase the arousal running throughout her body. She felt light headed as she knocked lightly on the door and briefly waited for Grace to respond before hesitatingly entering.

"Katherine!" Grace enthused, her tone so sincerely infectious that it increased Katherine's arousal. "What are you doing here?" 

Grace was pleased with her acting prowess, pretending that it was a surprise to see the red haired woman. Normally she would not even have been at the Club at this time but she had her instructions from Joshua and was determined to carry them out. She knew that his plan was thorough and that she needed to seduce this attractive, freckled woman before Lisa's plane arrived from New York.

Katherine's drugged mind whirled lazily as she attempted to explain her conversation with Joshua, unsure how much to say. Certainly she had no intention of mentioning the way his hands had aroused her, and without being too obvious, she wanted Grace to know how happy she was to be there helping her. 

"So with today's event being cancelled, Joshua asked me to help out with anything you need to make sure you are relaxed before tonight's performance," she garbled.

Grace widened her eyes as she nodded, as if in indication that she was unaware of what Katherine was telling her. In fact, she knew full well that there had been no event today. It had been a false booking to allow them to lure Katherine back to the Club to spend time with Grace.

"I... I can't believe you are going to be singing with Lisa Welles," Katherine gushed, pushing a loose strand of red hair back into place. "That's so cool, Grace. Have you met her before?"

Grace sat back in the big couch and allowed her patterned dress to ride up her tanned thighs. She watched as Katherine's gaze followed the movement.

"Yes, I had an incredible experience with her in London," she responded, giggling to herself but making no effort to explain further. "But we have never sung together so I have to say I'm feeling pretty nervous."

That much at least was true. She had felt a nervous excitement just to be seeing Lisa again, although they had enjoyed a long conversation on the phone that morning before Lisa had left New York. There would be no time for rehearsal and Lisa wanted to ensure that the song they used at the end of their duet was comfortable enough for both of them whilst strong enough to make the impact she wanted.

And they had agreed that Grace would stay the night with Lisa at her hotel, the luxury Four Seasons at the end of the Strip. Grace had not yet worked out what to say to Daniel but after his betrayal of her, she considered that the least of her problems.

"So then," she said to Katherine, watching the green eyes alternate between her face and the large amount of exposed thigh. "How exactly are you going to help me relax?" 

Katherine ran a hand through her hair. She felt flustered, unsure of exactly what she should be doing but knowing that she felt out of place just standing there ogling this woman's tanned thighs. For someone who liked to be in control, she knew that right now she was feeling well out of her depth.

"I.. I don't know, Grace," she weakly responded. "What would help?"

The brunette shrugged her shoulders, leaning further back in the chair and slowly crossing her legs, allowing the dress to ride higher. She noted Katherine blush as her beautiful, sparkling eyes again dropped to Grace's thigh and she was quite sure that she could see the red haired woman's

Katherine slid her eyes back to meet Grace's gaze, watching entranced as the singer's full,

"The thing that relaxes me more than anything..." began Grace, "Is sex."

She watched as Katherine's blush deepened and the nipples became more prominent. She knew the signs and this girl was up for it, there was no doubt.

"You came on quite strong to me at the shoot!" Grace added.

Katherine's green eyes widened, in surprise. "I came on strong...?" she began to say, but was cut off.

"And the thing is," continued Grace. "It was such an incredible experience. It was a real turn on, Katherine. In fact, I can feel myself becoming aroused again at the memory. You are such a beautiful woman, you know."

Katherine was speechless. And she was very, very aroused. But before she could respond, Grace stood up and walked across to the chair beside the dressing table. Looking at her reflection in the mirror, she smiled and then swung around in her chair to face the bashful redhead.

"I know. Why don't you help me with my make up?"

She picked up the assorted cosmetics on the dressing table and carefully placed them at her feet. Looking over at Katherine, she raised an eyebrow.

"Well?" Grace said as the redhead hesitated. "Come and kneel down here beside me. You can start with my face."

Katherine wondered why she had put everything on the floor. 

"Surely it will be easier at the desk...." she began.

Grace laughed and shook her head. 

"No, I don't want to look in the mirror until you've finished," she exclaimed. "It will be a surprise!"

Katherine hesitantly dropped to her knees in front of Grace, who leaned forward to allow her full access to her stunning face. Katherine began by applying a hint of eyeliner, followed by a flesh-toned eye shadow. 

It was an erotically charged situation and Katherine was so close to the brunette that Grace's soft perfume filled her nose. She moved back to search amongst the cosmetics, although it was more to allow herself some breathing space as she felt her arousal circulate around her body. But rather than help the situation, her temperature was further raised when she turned back.

She realised that somehow Grace's dress had ridden up so that she could actually see the black thong she was wearing. When she leant back in, she brushed against Grace's naked thighs, feeling her stimulation build further with every feather-light touch against the soft skin. As she began to apply a shining layer of deep red lipstick, she felt Grace slightly adjust herself so that her bare thighs locked around Katherine's hips, holding her firmly in position.

"There's no point in applying any lipstick," Grace murmured softly, her hands coming up to hold Katherine's face. "It will only come off when you kiss me."

They stared at each other, silently. The air between them was electric. Grace wanted the redhead to make the first move and was giving her every opportunity to do so. She knew that Katherine wanted to, but something was holding her back.

"Do you like tattoos?" Grace asked, her hands softly stroking Katherine's cheeks.

When the freckled, red head silently nodded, Grace leant back and adjusted the zip at the back of her dress. She eased the garment forward and away from her naked breasts, allowing Katherine a full view of her firm globes. Her nipples were as erect as those of the other woman and she turned slightly to better display her angel tattoo.

"What do you think of it?" she softly breathed.

"It's... it's beautiful," responded Katherine, her face and hands so close to Grace's superb, supple flesh.

"Would you like to touch it?" Grace breathlessly asked.

Katherine did not answer. Instead, she raised her right hand, tentatively at first, and reached out towards Grace's left breast. She traced along the tattoo with the tips of her fingertips, and then looked up into Grace's eager eyes. The brunette nodded encouragingly and Katherine smiled softly, still holding the gaze as her hand closed around the breast. She heard Grace moan as she gently kneaded the flesh, feeling the soft firmness in the palm of her hand.

"Yes," whispered Grace, giving permission for Katherine to make the next move.

With that, the redhead lowered her lips and took the erect nipple in her mouth, sucking it inside and rolling her tongue around the hard nub. Hearing Grace moan, she moved to her right breast and repeated her movements, but this time softly biting the nipple between her teeth, shaking her head as she did so. Grace gasped as Katherine alternated between breasts and nipples, growling as she did so.

Katherine then eased back onto her haunches and reached across to pull Grace's patterned dress down and off her body, the brunette lifting her pert bottom to accommodate the movement. Looking back into Grace's eyes, she saw her nod once more and accepting the sign of approval, Katherine's nimble fingers reached for the thong and slid it down and away too.

Her eyes narrowed in lust as she took in the short, vertical stripe of tight brown curls and she was unable to contain herself. Any thoughts of a slow seduction were driven out of her mind as she roughly pushed the long legs apart, allowing her mouth to immediately attack the welcoming vulva. Ignoring the soreness of her knees along the carpet, her hot mouth honed in on Grace's labia, alternately licking, probing and sucking in line with the deep moans she heard in her ears. 

Grace's grasping fingers were in Katherine's hair, pulling tightly as she urged on the beautiful, freckled woman in her endeavours. Any thoughts of revenge had taken a back seat to the sensations of pleasure that reverberated around her body and the lack of experience from this young woman, compared to Lisa, was more than made up for by the sheer raw enthusiasm of her efforts.

Katherine's fingertips were stroking Grace's naked thighs as her probing tongue sought out the pleasure spots that brought the loudest moans. Grace was now tightly gripping Katherine's red hair and thrust her thighs against the woman as she began to approach her short destination. The whole situation was such a turn on and Grace was quickly spiralling out of control. 

It was when the lips took hold of her tiny pink clitoris, sucking it inside her eager mouth, that she finally came. Her body jerked uncontrollably body as Katherine's inexperienced but eager to learn tongue took her over the edge and she wrapped one foot around the redhead's back, holding her in position against her thrusting hip movements. Her orgasmic bliss was prolonged as she felt Katherine's dear, sweet tongue continue to fuck her throughout her orgasm. 

*

During the dinner break, Norman Chad grabbed Daniel and asked him for another interview, but with a difference. This time he was to be interviewed in the chair beside the poker table that he had seen so often on television. It took a while for the production team to explain what was required, when to provide the straight face for the camera, when to smile and when not. And of course, it took even longer to record Daniel's narration that would then be built into the piece. 

This really was the big time, he told himself with a smile, after completing the endless retakes just in time to resume after the break. He made a mental note to tape the piece when eventually it made its way onto British television. Returning to the table, he found himself feeling positive and for good luck, he stroked his crystal harder than ever.

It worked. He caught pocket Aces in the very first hand after the break and being in early position he made a moderate 5,000 raise, hoping that someone would go over the top. He had not played that many hands today and did not want to scare everyone off. The strategy succeeded. Annie Duke was in the big blind and re-raised to 12,000. Not wanting to push too hard, Daniel simply flat called.

The flop was no help, but a good one for Daniel. Seven-Four-Nine.

Unless Annie had flopped a set, Daniel knew he was well ahead. But that did not stop the aggressive Annie from betting, pushing another 25,000 chips into the pot. As she had Daniel over two to one in chips, Daniel knew that if she had the set, he would be leaving the tournament very shortly. But if she had, there was nothing he could do about that. He was not going to be outplayed and that was that. He responded by pushing all-in. 

Annie stared at Daniel, who at first tried to match her stare but then looked down and kept his gaze on his hole cards. Daniel knew that the delay meant she had not hit her set and put her on a high pair or possibly Ace-King. He knew he was ahead, but was not sure if he wanted a call, just in case she should suck out on him. 

Then, after a long time of staring, Annie folded. She carelessly tossed her cards across the table towards the dealer.

"Nice hand," she acknowledged.

Three hands later, Daniel pulled pocket sixes. Joe Awada opened with a small raise and Daniel just called. The flop was King-Queen-Seven and both checked.

The turn was an Eight and Awada bet the size of the pot. 

Daniel was pretty sure he had nothing but knew he needed to find out. What would he do sitting in front of his computer he thought, and then made the same play. He re-raised. Awada folded immediately. Four hands after the break and Daniel had won two of them, displaying in the process to everyone at the table that he was not going to be pushed around. 

Meanwhile, Esfandiari had been struggling for some time. To make matters worse, he lost the next three good-sized pots in succession and his demeanour was beginning to show the frustration he was feeling. As the session continued, his cards seemed to dry up completely and the magician just could not get going. 

As they had approached the money positions each table was being run on the same clock, with dealers at the remaining tables coordinating their hands to prevent players slow playing their way into the money or a higher position. It was announced that there were eighty one players remaining and, on the final hand before the next break, Esfandiari and Daniel clashed.

Daniel raised 10,000 on the button with Ace-Ten of diamonds. Esfandiari was in the big blind and after thinking for a little while, simply flat called. 

The flop was Ace-Six-Five, giving Daniel top pair and a flush draw. 

Esfandiari checked and Daniel mad a small raise of 5,000, allowing the magician to make a move. He did, check-raising to 20,000 in total. Daniel was pretty sure he had him, and knew that even if he was wrong, he had the nut flush draw to go with his top pair. He moved all-in.

Whereas previously Daniel had eyeballed his opponents after such a move, he made an instant decision that from here on he would simply stare down at his cards in such situations. He was playing against a higher class of opponent and wanted to give away absolutely nothing. He held his crystal in his right hand whilst patiently waiting for Esfandiari to fold. 

But the magician was in no hurry. He gave what seemed like little amused grunts as he considered the position, rippling the chips through the fingers of both hands. His thought process went on for a long time and Daniel assumed he was simply attempting to put him through the mill before folding his cards.

Then he heard Esfandiari simply say, "Okay." 

Daniel looked up with the expectation of raking in the chips after the fold, only to see that he had not folded. He watched in amazement as Esfandiari pushed the rest of his chips into the pot. Despite the announcement of the break, most of the other players had stayed to watch the hand and a buzz rippled around the table. 

"Give me a diamond please, dealer," Esfandiari requested, standing up and turning over the King-Eight of diamonds.

When Daniel turned over his hand, Esfandiari knew he was beaten. 

"Nice hand, sir," he graciously said, slipping into his jacket. "I guess I don't want a diamond after all. I need runner, runner."

The Two of clubs on the turn closed him out.

The prize money was paid out from eightieth place onwards and Esfandiari's exit on the bubble meant that Daniel would cash. After his Omaha performance, this was simply unbelievable to him and inside he was bursting with pride and adrenalin. 

At the break, he discovered to his delight that the third day was scheduled for an early close. It seemed that after two long days when the action had stretched until long after midnight, the idea was to allow the remaining players the opportunity to get some rest before entering the two final days. The intention for the remainder of the day was to whittle the field down to the final forty-five who would still be standing when play commenced tomorrow. 

Once they had restarted, it did not take long. Within ten minutes Jennifer Harman had been knocked out in forty-seventh place, and Howard Lederer immediately followed in forty sixth position, both victims of the river and both collecting $40,000. Annie left the table to console her brother, whilst everyone else began cheering in delight. There were forty-five players left. That resulted in nine tables to play tomorrow, with a payout of $50,000 for the next nine players to exit. 

As Daniel found himself in tenth position with 264,500 chips, he was hoping to do a little better than that. 

*

Joshua was a happy man. He had watched Grace and Katherine from the privacy of his office and now had the tape locked away for use in the future should it ever become necessary. Grace had returned to see him after Katherine had left the club and they had fucked again for the second time that day, relieving the growing arousal he had been feeling since his encounter with the redhead.

Grace was happy too. Shortly after servicing Joshua she

Tomorrow was another day and whilst she had agreed to Joshua's plan for one more session with the redhead, which he said was necessary to drive a big enough emotional hole between Katherine and Daniel, she did not need to think of that for now. Time passed quickly as the two women sat in the dressing room, Grace filling in the detail missing after their telephone conversation before they rehearsed their way through their planned performance with each other. 

As it approached the time for Grace's performance, she felt herself become more and more excited. "Lisa, I am so looking forward to tonight!" she enthused for the umpteenth time in the last hour.

The blonde star just laughed, and repeated what she had said each time in answer.

"Do you mean tonight on stage or tonight at the hotel?"

That set them both off into another round of laughter and it was almost a disappointment when Samuel himself eventually interrupted them.

"Okay, ladies, it's time to get it on," he boomed.

The intention was for Grace to do her usual performance for an hour before Lisa joined her for a half an hour's joint session in advance of her own finishing spot. Lisa helped Grace to her feet and gave the brunette a long, lingering hug. 

"Guess you better get going, girl," she softly said. "I'll be watching. Good luck... and knock 'em dead," she said. 

Heading for the stage, Grace was even more nervous than she had felt for her very first performance. But that immediately disappeared when her appearance was met with loud applause and from the moment she started her first song, she knew that this was going to be a special evening. The audience knew that too. They were really up for it, stamping their feet and cheering after every rendition.

The hour passed in no time and as Grace finished her final song, she heard the crowd go wild as Lisa walked on stage behind her, carrying a microphone. 

"Darn, that was absolutely great," she said, looking deep into Grace's eyes as if she was the only one there. "I am so proud of you!" Then she turned to the audience, "What do you think?" she asked. 

The audience went wild again.

"Well, there's your answer" she smiled. 

This woman knew how to work a crowd, Grace thought. She was giddy with excitement at Lisa's encouraging words and then felt the blonde take her hand.




Vegas Ch. 09



"Don't sweat it girl, we are gonna knock them dead!" she whispered, before enthusiastically telling the audience, "Okay, folks, let's rock!" 

The next thirty minutes went exceptionally well. As arranged, their first song started out slow, with Grace singing the introduction before allowing Lisa's gravelly vocals to come in and take over. They complemented each other well and as Grace spotted Samuel and Joshua at the front of the audience, she knew exactly how much she owed to them both.

As they hit their final song together, Lisa went into overdrive, strutting and flaunting her golden tanned body as the audience clapped and cheered. She had the crowd in the palm of her hand, her hips swaying as the tempo increased, and Grace felt ten feet high. As they reached the chorus, the audience exploded.

"Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (ce soir)?

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi?"

Their voices complimented each other and as they sang, the two women went into an impromptu performance of bumping and grinding their bodies at each other, and then at the people watching.

"Gitchie, gitchie, ya ya da da.

Gitchie, gitchie, ya ya here.

Mocha Chocolata ya ya.

Creole Lady Marmalade.

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi (ce soir)?

Voulez-vous coucher avec moi? "

Grace felt so at home with her girlfriend superstar and when they ended the song, in perfect unison, the audience went absolutely wild. They stood and cheered for what seemed like a good five minutes until Grace felt weak at the knees. 

"Ladies and gentlemen," boomed out Lisa, waiting for the audience to calm. "Folks, let me tell you that you have a new star in your midst, and I'm delighted to be associated with her tonight."

Grace was blushing furiously but bursting with pride. Lisa took her hand and made her bow, before kissing her on the cheek and leading further applause as the new singing star left the stage.

*

Grace sat alone in the dressing room for a good five minutes, crying her eyes out in happiness as she looked at herself in the dressing table mirror. She heard a soft knock at the door and seemingly without waiting for an answer, she saw through the reflection in the mirror that Samuel had walked in behind her. He immediately took her in his big arms but all that did was bring forth another bout of tears.

"Grace, that was wonderful." His big voice softly said, "Now do you believe me?"

"I don't think I'll ever be able to repay you, Samuel," she responded, still sobbing against his chest. 

"Sssh," he softly replied, stroking her soft, brown hair.

His tenderness was a side to him that Grace had not yet seen. She thought back to her two earlier bouts of lovemaking with Joshua, and her sex in this very room with Katherine. As she looked up into his fatherly eyes, despite the night ahead planned with Lisa, she knew what she wanted to do. Her hands dropped to his trousers and one by one, unfastened the buttons and unbuckled his belt.

No words were exchanged as she pushed him forcefully down into the huge leather

He could see how much she wanted this and watched in quiet satisfaction as she took his hard, contoured penis in her slim hand and forcefully guided the rounded head between her open thighs. She was purring like a cat as she did so and Samuel reached up and cupped her voluptuous breasts. They seemed so large and full with their long, hard dark nipples sticking out towards him.

It did not take long. She told him not to move and then began to rock back and forth on him, slowly at first and then faster. Finally, she was like a dervish as she fucked him and as he closed his eyes whilst this amazing woman slid his penis in and out of her golden body, he felt himself he begin to shudder.

"Cum, baby. Cum," she whispered. He did.

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