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Vegas: Bk 02 Ch. 01

By: HallidayTee



 The following is a sequel to 'Vegas'. 

You may gain more enjoyment by familiarising yourself with that story before reading on.

CHAPTER ONE: ONE YEAR LATER 

Daniel sat quietly at the final table, waiting for the television formalities to be completed. It would soon be time to resume play from where they had finished the night before. It was the last tournament before he defended his Main Event victory last year. He had been desperate to put on a good show. As one of the last five standing, he had done just that. 

His glance around took in the other four players. The remarkable veteran Doyle Brunson held the chip lead. He sat there with his usual soft style and calm exterior. Chris Moneymaker was second in chips. The chubby young man was glowing with the confidence of someone who was beginning to re-establish himself. His barren spell since winning the 2003 Main Event was slowly becoming a memory. Erik Seidel was generally recognised as one of the best players never to have won the Main Event and he was about even in chips with Daniel, and Holly Willoughby.

Holly was new on the poker scene this year. She had taken it by storm. Rumour was that Johnny Chan had coached her, but neither would confirm or deny the speculation. Whatever the truth, Holly already had WSOP and WPT titles to her name. That emphasised the most dramatic entry the poker world had seen for many years. And her growing reputation was not only as a result of her tournament play. She had also performed with distinction at the high stake cash tables.

Her wraparound deep black sunglasses were impressive. They made it impossible for opponents to study her eyes when attempting to evaluate one of her moves. But it was not the sunglasses that were her key weapon. It was her magnificent breasts.

Making a point of always dressing in black, the attractive thirty-two year old invariably went braless. With a button too far undone, she ensured the sensual swell of her impressive cleavage was constantly on display. 

And clearly, her high jutting tits needed no sort of artificial support. Many an opponents' concentration had been broken by her deep cleavage and the outline of her pointed breasts under the deliberately thin material of her blouses. Daniel was no exception. During their year-long poker battles, he had constantly found himself caught up in the spell cast by those mouth watering tits. 

But at that moment, his mind was on other things. He had experienced a barren time with women over the previous twelve months, at least in terms of relationships. His few brief liaisons had been sufficient to satisfy his sexual cravings, but not his need for someone special in his life. 

Grace's stock in the music world had soared from one high to another. He often wished that things had turned out differently between them. It seemed somewhat ironic to him that her image had been cultivated as a clean-cut, wholesome character. That impression seemed to go hand in hand with her success. He frequently wondered about the public's reaction if they knew the truth.

Following their break up last year, and his win in the Main Event, he had sold up in England. He'd decided to return to the States to see if he could establish himself as a poker professional. And in true quirky style, his lack of success with women had provided a direct contrast to his achievements in the poker world. 

His initial fear had been that he'd be considered to be another Chris Moneymaker or Jamie Gold, rather than a Raymer or Hachem. But it had not taken long to reassure himself, and the doubters amongst his fellow players, that he had what it took.

The ten million dollar bankroll he had established through his Main Event victory was nice. Very nice. He had expected to need it to fund his appearance on the circuit this year. That had not been necessary. Success in high limit cash games had provided a nice cushion for his tournament entry fees, allowing him to match Holly's record of a victory apiece in both the WSOP and WPT. 

With just an average slice of luck, he intended to add another in this competition. Only four more opponents to see off.

During the year, he had bonded well with some of the other leading players. And as he knew it would, his friendship with Norman Chad had deepened over that period. He would always be grateful for the little man's major support during last year's success. As a result, they subsequently made a point of dining together at least once during every tournament on the WSOP tour.

The number of poker groupies on both of the main poker tours had been quite a surprise to him. Whilst in the early part of the year, such liaisons had assuaged his sexual needs; one-night stands had never really been his thing. It had been some time since he had had sex, too long, he realised. 

He stared at Holly across the table. Her magnificent breasts seemed even more impressive than usual. Or was he just feeling horny? As his eyes swept across her curvature, he was sure he could see the outline of her captivating nipples.

Raising his eyes to the face sitting directly across the table, he saw she was smiling broadly. Although her dark glasses prevented him from seeing her eyes, he was certain she had been watching him and he felt himself blush a little. Advantage Holly, he thought. No wonder she had enjoyed such a good year, it was so hard to stay focused when that woman was around. 

"You okay?" the blonde purred from across the table, her smile deepening. 

She leant slightly back in her seat as she spoke, deliberately accentuating the outline of her swells against the black silk blouse. Daniel could not prevent his eyes from following the movement and they both knew it.

"I'm good," he instantly responded, wondering how to gain the upper hand. "Pleased to see you're here on time," he lamely added.

She laughed, raising the glasses so that they rested on the top of her long, wavy tresses. Her reputation for unpredictability was well known in poker circles, having occasionally missed out on a whole session of play in an important tournament. 

"Now, Daniel," she purred, throwing her head back. They way her blonde hair bounced on her shoulders before settling was hypnotic. "You know I wouldn't want to miss a second of your company."

This time they both laughed, knowing that Holly had regained the upper hand, at least in conversation. It would be different with the cards, he vowed. 

*

As he sat in the large leather chair in his office, a fat cigar in his hand, Joshua Smith was pleased with himself. He and his father had stood up to the biggest force in Vegas and as far as he was concerned, it had been a major victory. Yes, his father had needed to escape to Los Angeles as the heat from Big Eddie increased, but that had allowed Joshua to assume control of their business for the first time in his life. 

And not only had he successfully taken charge, there had been none of the expected backlash from Big Eddie. As far as Joshua was concerned, he had proven himself and was now determined to show the so-called big-time hoodlum that he could manage very well without the need to pay protection money.

Not only had Samuel Smith's club remained a leading attraction in Vegas, their expansion into providing an escort service had proven immensely successful. And Joshua's confidence had turned to cockiness when he had set Mario up to feed misinformation to Big Eddie, who had even paid for that privilege. How naïve was that? He thought he was getting the inside track but all the time Joshua was controlling the information supplied. It seemed the local big shot was losing his touch.

As he picked up the phone and tapped in a number, it felt like everything in his garden was rosy.

Carly answered. She knew it was Joshua. "Hello, baby," she breathed into the phone.

"I'm waiting," he simply said.

"Not for long," she purred. 

It took her less than a minute to make her way from the club floor. Joshua was waiting for her. His slacks were already resting around his knees along with a pair of white boxers. His impressive cock was already erect, rising from the thick expanse of black, curly hair like a mini tower. 

Carly smiled and tugged up her white tank top, exposing her unfettered breasts to his hungry gaze. Joshua returned the smile. They both knew how turned on her full, pear like mounds made him. 

"Don't have much time," he urged, sitting back so that she could take control. 

His eyes glowed as she seductively swayed over to him and straddled him with a shapely leg. Immediately he leaned forward and took an erect, deep pink nipple into his mouth, feeding on the hard bud. He moved back and forth between each breast, turned on by her moans as his wet mouth pleasured her. He knew she could get off from just having her breasts sucked but he needed to satisfy his own cravings. 

He dropped his right hand between her legs and rubbed her through her tight, black jeans. It took no time before her bucking body arched and she came on his working fingers. He sucked and stroked her throughout, loving the way her hips continued to hump his hand as she crested her summit and then began to recover.

Immediately, she knew what he expected. She pushed his hands away and lowered her head, taking his erection between her soft lips. Joshua placed one large hand on the back of her head as he moaned, tightening it in her brunette locks as she began to mouth-fuck him. 

Damn, this girl was good. Every bit as good as Katherine. 

He could feel her confident efforts to give him satisfaction and knew his body was succumbing to her working mouth. His shaft pushed against her throat as she slid her pink lips all the way down to the base. He grunted as she took him to boiling point. Her eyes danced upwards into his, daring him to try not to cum. They were in their own private battle, Carly racing him towards his orgasm whilst he tried to last. 

The brunette left his shaft with a slurp, but his groan of disappointment turned into one of pleasure as she widened her mouth around each testicle. She sucked gently from one to the other as his grip in her hair tightened. Joshua loved the way she never held anything back and moaned as she gently ran her lips and tongue around his purple crown. Her almond coloured eyes grinned up into his as his breath caught in his throat. She plunged back onto his ramrod stiffness, deep-throating him again. As her head bobbed in his lap, they both knew from his throbbing that he was there now. 

"Going to cum for Carly, baby?" she teased, a string of saliva dangling between her lips and the tip of his hardness. She stroked his pulsating shaft with her hands, working the spit into the soft skin.

The brunette took just the head between her lips and stroked his glistening length with sort jerking movements, just the way he liked it. It was enough. His body jerked as his thick seed surged into her greedy mouth. He had taught her well. Her soft lips took every last burst, pumping her head until he had nothing left to give. Then she slowly licked and cleaned his diminishing manhood.

Joshua's dark eyes rewarded his lover with a look of sexual contentment. When his phone rang out harshly he ignored it. He was relaxed now. Happy. The call could wait. He stroked Carly's black locks in quiet satisfaction. 

*

Katherine snapped the telephone shut and stubbed her cigarette out. She twisted it into the ashtray on the side table of her favourite open air cafe. She had only picked up the habit since starting work for Joshua and wished she could kick it. But at least she had weaned herself off the marijuana. She glanced again at the phone, wondering if he was entertaining another of his girls. It used to be her that he would spend time with, particularly in the weeks after Grace had departed for Hollywood. 

He would tell her how sexy she was and how much he wanted her as part of his business empire. Then he would fuck her brains out. But that phase had soon passed. Once he and his father had her fully under their influence, they began to use her to entertain their important contacts, and now they had a chain of girls doing the same thing.

Even so, Joshua would call for her from time to time, and their sex together was always wild. And occasionally another of his girls would be allowed to join the fun and their threesomes had somehow fulfilled a need in Katherine that she had never realised had been there. But gradually, her contact with Joshua had diminished and she had reverted to being one of his girls who paid attention to his special clients.

He paid her well, very well. But then she knew she continued to be a valuable commodity to him, the best of all his girls, so it was said. And when her hopes of forming a relationship with Joshua had fallen by the wayside she had turned to Mario. He may have been the man who had all but raped her whilst she waited in vain for Grace, but at least he was always eager to see her. 

If Joshua wasn't going to take her call, then she knew Mario would not refuse her. He was often called away on business but had told her he was staying at the Rio for the next two nights. Her need for sex was acute due to the absence of escort work over the last week and she would visit Mario in the morning. He was in for a treat.

As she turned to leave, she saw a poster promoting the forthcoming Main Event and she paused in her steps. Perhaps Daniel would be returning to Vegas, and the Rio, to defend his title? She had followed his fame in the local papers and magazines and regretted that she had not made more of an effort to steal him away from Grace. Life could have been so different for her! If only she had focused on him rather than allowing herself to be seduced by the upcoming star.

She felt a tinge of moistness between her thighs. She'd check if he was staying at the Rio when she went to see Mario tomorrow. Who knows, there might be the opportunity to look him up? He would not be able to resist her, she was sure of that. This could be fun!

*

Play was cagey for a while, with not one of the remaining five players willing to take too many risks at this point. But then, after around half an hour, Erik Seidel lost a big pot to Doyle Brunson and was dangerously low in chips. The next hand he pushed half of his remaining chips into the middle and Daniel immediately called with pocket Jacks. 

He fully expected four folds behind him but after Moneymaker, Brunson and Seidel did just that, Holly softly announced, "All-in." 

Daniel was left with a major decision and he stared across at the blonde. As was usual in such situations, she eased herself back in her seat so that her opponent had an unrestricted view of her breasts. Daniel was well aware of her concentration-breaking tactic but that didn't make avoiding the trap any easier. As much as he tried to focus on the position, his gaze continued to return to her twin peaks and the nipples that pushed against the thin material. 

He momentarily wondered if that was a tell and smiled to himself at the thought before drawing his eyes back to her impassive face. Looking anywhere else only guaranteed him an erection.

If he called and won, that would reduce the table to the final three. If Holly had Ace-King he knew he would be a 6-5 favourite. He reasoned that the fact he had called Seidel in second position told Holly he had a hand. It was improbable she would risk all her chips with a bluff and based on her style of play, it was unlikely she had made the move with Big Slick. 

It took him a good few minutes before he threw his cards in. Despite being pot committed, Seidel surprised him by doing the same, sadly shaking his head to indicate he had been caught in an outrageous bluff.

"Aces or Kings?" Daniel asked Holly, looking for a clue.

She slowly raised her sunglasses enough to let him look into her eyes. "Fishing, are we?" she softly responded before dropping them back, a small smile creasing her full, pouting lips.

Perhaps steaming from his failure to follow through in the previous hand, Seidel lasted only a few minutes longer and with four remaining, the play became cagey until five minutes before the first break. Daniel looked down at his hand and saw the Ace of diamonds first, followed by the Ace of spades. 

He smiled inwardly for a second, remembering his good friend Norman Chad. "She's the prettiest card in the deck," was his mantra. 

When Daniel asked why, Chad would smile and secretively shake his head. That was for him to know. 

Daniel knew this was his opportunity to double up if he played the hand well but Brunson, under the gun, was first to play. As he paused for a while, Daniel knew a bet was coming. Make it big, he silently pleaded, and I'll come over the top. His prayers were answered, but not in the way he expected. 

"All-in," he calmly announced, sending a loud hum around the galleries.

Daniel did not need to think at all, but hesitated to disguise the strength of his hand from Holly and Moneymaker behind him.

"Call," he eventually said, hoping that he had come across as reluctant. 

When Holly softly announced, "All-in," he knew his ploy had worked.

The buzz spread around the room and Daniel prayed for the poker gods to be with him. He preferred to be heads up with pocket rockets but the opportunity to triple up was too good to ignore. 

Brunson turned his hand over first. Pocket Kings. 

Daniel cheered inside. He put Holly on Ace-King and if he was right, he was an overwhelming favourite. When he saw her smile, he knew that as unlikely as it was, she had the other two Aces. Seconds later, her cards confirmed the fact. Damn, what were the odds on that? 

The flop floored him. Three-Two-King.

Texas Dollie had hit one of his only two outs and the turn and river were irrelevant. He and Holly slowly left the table after wishing both Brunson and Moneymaker good luck and he could not avoid the sick feeling in the pit of his stomach. He looked at the sexy blonde as they collected their winnings.

"You played outstandingly throughout, Holly," he graciously said. 

She leant into him and gave a soft kiss on his cheek, her perfume assuaging his nostrils. "And you, Daniel Stone," she responded, "are a true champion."

"Well, thank you," he ruefully said. "But I guess Texas Dollie busted both of our asses."

Norman Chad joined them as they laughed. 

"You two are the happiest losers I ever saw," he commented in his true wise cracking style. "Ready for your television interviews?"

*

Daniel sat in the Rio All-American Bar and Grille, staring at Holly. She looked even better now that he could see her brown eyes, the dark sunglasses precariously perched on top of her blonde tresses. She was well known for keeping to herself and he was surprised she had accepted his invitation for coffee.

"Cappuccino," she asked when the waitress wandered across to their table.

"Make that two," Daniel said, watching as the woman scribbled down their order.

He turned back to Holly as she smoothed down her blouse and his attempts to keep his eyes trained on her face failed again.

"Was there something specific you wanted to ask me?" she teasingly asked as her brown eyes caught his. "Or do you just enjoy looking?" 

Daniel smiled a self-assured smile. He enjoyed her flirting and was not about to be over-awed. 

"I think every man in the room is looking," he suggested. "That's quite a weapon in your poker armoury."

"Two weapons, actually," she laughed, her bright eyes staring into his. "And I'll take any advantage I can get at the poker table."

Daniel allowed his eyes to flicker to her bosom again and gave a soft sigh. Her cleavage was almost intoxicating. 

"Well, they're quite an advantage," he conceded. "But we've never really had much of a conversation and I just wanted to get to know you a little better."


Vegas: Bk 02 Ch. 01



She raised an eyebrow, tilting her head to one side. Once the waitress served their cappuccinos, she leant forward.

"Get to know me better?" she softly asked. "Meaning......?" 

"Holly, I'm not hitting on you," he blurted. 

She laughed and he was unsure whether she was serious or teasing him.

"Okay," her soft voice purred. "Tell me about yourself."

His eyes widened, slightly taken aback by her taking control. 

"Me?" he said. "I seem to have been in so many magazines this past year, I would think most people in the poker fraternity would know my story inside out."

"Really? Famous, are we?"

The words he'd used suddenly hit him. He began to stammer. 

"No... I didn't mean... I'm not..."

Holly laughed, her inviting pink lips displaying her perfect white teeth. 

"I know, I know. You are quite unassuming, Daniel. A lot of guys in your position would start to believe their own publicity."

His face creased into a grin. She was teasing after all. "Thanks..."

"So... I don't read many magazines, especially those centred on poker. Tell me your story."

Daniel paused, his eyes fixed on hers. This woman was even more beautiful than he realised.

"Okay," he finally said. "I'll give you the précised version. My girlfriend and I travelled to Vegas last year. I won the Main Event. She won a recording contract."

"Grace Lane?" she interrupted.

He nodded. "That's the name she's used since becoming famous." 

"She has quite a voice."

He nodded again. "Absolutely. And she deserves everything she has achieved. I know how much effort she has put into her singing over the years."

"But you separated?"

He paused, sipping his drink. "Looking back, it was all for the best, but I guess we both made a mess of things."

"Is it true her sister is a porn star?" she suddenly asked.

Daniel's eyes widened again for a second and then he laughed. 

"I thought you didn't read magazines?" he asked.

"I don't read poker magazines," she corrected. "Now porn, that's a different story."

They both laughed. 

"Well, that's true. Lauren is the new porn sensation. Difficult to believe. One moment she seemed to have a wonderful modelling opportunity, the next she was starring in blue movies."

He shook his head in disbelief, a faraway look appearing in his eyes as he recalled the woman he thought he knew so well. When he returned to the present, he saw Holly was staring at him intently. Her soft fingers ran down the front of her blouse, lingering on the soft swell of her breasts. His gaze followed her movement and she waited until his eyes returned to hers before asking her next question.

"Have you seen any of her films?"

Not for the first time during their conversation, his eyes increased in size. 

"No, of course not."

"Of course?" she repeated, with a peculiar intonation in her voice. "Why, 'of course'? Wouldn't you like to?"

He let out a long, deep sigh. This woman was something else! 

"I've never thought about it," he answered.

"Well think about it now," she pushed him. "Would you?"

For some reason his mind went back to the images of Grace and Katherine that were still ingrained in his mind, remembering the contradictory feelings of disgust and desire that they had provoked. He had never thought of Lauren in that way. After a few moments thought, he shook his head. 

"I really don't know. It would be kinda strange, I think."

"Well at least you are honest," she responded. 

It appeared that the blonde's mind was turning over but he was unable to read what was going on

"Are you with anyone now?" she continued.

He shook his head. "No. Are you?"

"No," she responded with a grin. "But then that's by choice. I really don't need any complications."

He nodded softly, watching her brown eyes cloud over for a second. He wondered why that was and as he considered whether it was too personal to ask, she surprised him. 

"Did you ever fuck Lauren?" she asked, the question coming out of the blue.

"God, Holly," he blurted," "What sort of question is that?"

She nodded gently, her eyes twinkling. "So that's a yes?"

"Goddamit, No," he quickly responded, running a hand through his crinkly hair. "Certainly not!"

"Did you ever want to?" 

He paused, not because he had difficulty in answering but more because she took him aback with her directness. 

"Never," he eventually said, leaning across the table and holding her eyes. "Holly, I don't have a Lauren fixation. Nor do I have Grace fixation!" 

It was as if he hadn't spoken. "When did you last have sex?" she asked.

"God, you are unrelenting!" He leant back in his chair and stared at her.

Her eyes held his. "Well?"

"At least six months ago..." he began, only to be interrupted by her final question.

"Do you want to fuck me?"

*

Big Eddie paced up and down his spacious living room. For a single black man to build up such a business empire from scratch and in such a relatively short time was impressive, he knew. Away from the hotels surrounding the Strip, there had not been a single scheme of any significance involving vice, prostitution or drugs that took place in Vegas without his approval or a piece of the action. 

He had no intention of allowing anyone to damage that operation, or his reputation. Samuel Smith and his son had bitten off more than they could chew! Not obtaining his agreement to extend their operation into the escort business was a mistake they would soon regret, as was their refusal to pay protection money.

If he took no action, one thing would lead to another. The more Samuel Smith expanded the more Big Eddie's authority would be undermined. In fact, word was already beginning to spread, mainly as a result of the Smith's recruiting some of Big Eddie's girls. And his better girls, at that.

He swallowed the remaining contents from his glass, feeling the bourbon burn his throat. He stopped his pacing to pour another and idly picked up the packet of matches that lay beside the bottle. They advertised 'The Carousel Club,' a good example of paying respect where it was due. Kay Kristen had contacted him when she set up the club and he had given his approval for her to establish her new venture. 

And his cut was quite modest, he knew, but then he had known Kay for some time. And there were side benefits as his men had free use of Kay's girls whenever they wanted. He was satisfied enough leaving the running of that part of his business to Desmond. He knew that his number two had taken a dislike to Parker, who dealt with all the Club's finances, but he had reported favourably on Ming. She was the real power and was complying with all of his rules. 

No threat there, he thought, sitting down on the large couch and taking a second long sip from his glass. He savoured the taste as his thoughts returned to the source of his irritation. He had thought they had gained the upper hand by paying one of the Smith's men for inside information, but it appeared they had been double-crossed. Donny had been despatched to deal with that before it further diluted his reputation.

He had originally thought he was getting somewhere when Samuel had found the pressure becoming too hot and had suddenly relocated to Los Angeles. But his son Joshua had remained in Vegas to expand their interests and if anything, was proving more troublesome than the father. When Desmond took care of the punk who had double-crossed him, Joshua would have to think again.

*

Holly pulled Daniel into a long kiss as soon as they entered the elevator.

"I'm so hot," she grunted into his mouth, pulling down his lower lip with her teeth. "I nearly had to fuck you in the rest rooms."

Daniel's quick smile gave her the feeling that such an experience would not have been new to him, but then it was not new to her either. She felt the welcome hardness of his manhood as she pressed herself into him, rubbing against him so as to further arouse him. From the response pressing against her, she knew it was working. 

She tugged down the zipper of her low-risejeans and popped open the button on the waistline, guiding his hand inside. She gave a soft moan as she felt him slip his fingers down inside her skimpy panties, tracing a fingertip along her wet labia. 

"Fuck, Daniel," she gasped, her hips jerking. "That feels good." 

It was only the ping that denoted the elevator arriving at his floor that stopped her orgasm and she dragged him out, asking, "Which way."

When he nodded to his left, she grabbed his right hand and rushed him along the corridor. Her clitoris ached with every step. 

"For fuck's sake," she murmured as he fumbled with the key card and then hurried past him into the room. 

She immediately wrenched open the buttons on her top, exposing the breasts he had stared at so often at the table. Unknown to him, his shy looks had been a major turn-on for her. Leaning back against the door, she reached down to the waistline of her loosened jeans and quickly pulled them off. Her panties followed. 

"Well?" she asked, raising her hands above her head and turning her palms so that the rested on the wooden frame of the door. Her rounded breasts thrust out towards him, the high nipples aching for his touch. It had been a long time since she wanted someone with such intensity.

Daniel's aroused gaze swept across her naked body. He began to undress urgently pulling each item from his body and dropping them where he stood. She flicked her tongue across her lips as he yanked his boxers down, his fully erect shaft bouncing before him. It was not the biggest she had seen but it was impressive enough. Her lustful eyes narrowed at the sight of the milky precum on the head.

Holly's lips smiled invitingly as she provocatively eased her thighs apart, arching her back as far as she could. She seductively caressed her right hand down her body, running the backs of her fingers across her washboard stomach. His eyes followed her touch as it moved lower, gliding across the impossibly smooth skin of her clean shaven mound. When his gaze returned to hers, she simply raised an inviting eyebrow. That was all the encouragement he needed.

Two steps covered the distance between them and Holly gasped as his mouth found her brown nipple at the same time as his fingers slid into her centre. But it was not his fingers she needed. She pulled him closer, feeling the delicious hardness of his cock jutting against her stomach. Her arm snaked around his head as she pulled him into another kiss, wrapping her tongue around his. 

The blonde had no intention of waiting too long, but still she wanted to briefly savour the moment. Soon enough she would allow this young buck to fuck her. Her hands reached for his manhood, feeling the tingling heat in her loins surge with each stroke of her hand. She felt his hands move to her breasts and thrust them into him, her diamond hard nipples burning against his palms. Their kissing turned frantic, lips locking, tongues parrying as the thrill of anticipation overwhelmed them.

The smooth fingers around his stem guided him to her soft, waiting lips. She rotated her buttocks between the door and him as he penetrated her, his head slipping easily inside. She lifted one leg and wrapped it around his waist, pulling him against her. Half of his shaft slid inside her. She raised up her other leg, her heels finding purchase in the swell of his buttocks. They groaned in unison as he slid the rest of the way inside. His hands grasped her buttocks as he stiffened his legs to maintain his balance.

"I've never been fucked by a World Champion," she whispered in his ear, her teeth pulling down on his earlobe.

"Fuck, Holly," he gasped, wincing slightly from the instant pain.

"Exactly, Daniel" she gasped. "Fuck, Holly!" 

She felt him thrust and wrapped her feet around him tighter. As they fucked, her buttocks bounced off the wood and sent vibrations around the room, down the corridor. She didn't care. She could feel droplets of perspiration surfacing as she moved faster. 

"Harder," she murmured as her breasts bounced against him. 

Holly could feel that familiar tingling heat. She was close. 

"Fuck, yes," she cried, redoubling her already frantic efforts as she raced to her goal. 

The door thudded as she threw her buttocks back against it. She was close. So close. She bit into his neck as her climax overtook her. She'd never been one for holding back in this most intense of moments. She felt his hand stifle her screams as her body shook in uncontrollable spasms. 

He widened his stance to hold her in position against the door as she shuddered, resting her on his thighs as his hands clawed at her breasts. The way he took her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers intensified the sensations flowing through her. She felt deliciously out of control. Her body shiverered and bucked against him. When the intense waves finally subdued, she gingerly unwrapped herself and pulled him across to the bed.

Turning so that she was facing away from him, she leaned her body forward and grasped the iron rods that ran along the base of the bed. She lifted her buttocks up and looked over her shoulder at him in silent offering. He gave a grunt of arousal as he edged forward and adjusted the height of his buttocks so that he could slide himself inside her.

"Fuck, that's good," she moaned, her wetness easily accommodating his instant entry. 

He reached underneath her arms to squeeze her breasts. She lifted her bottom, feeling his hardness slithering against her clitoris as he began to thrust in and out. He pulled on her nipples and her body burned. She groaned as she thrust back against him. The sound of his animalistic grunts was almost as much a turn-on as the feel of his hips picking up the pace. 

"Gettin' close, Holly," he gasped.

The blonde dropped her right hand down her sweaty torso, rubbing it against her swollen clitoris. She loved the feel of her intense wetness. She adored the decadence of being clean shaven. She pulled on the hooded nub, unable to stifle her desperate keening whine as they raced towards orgasm.

Daniel pulled on her nipples, the rough stimulation adding to the fire between her legs. She felt him begin to lose control and rasped, "Wait, Daniel... hold back, baby... I'm nearly there. too..."

Holly was gratified to feel him obediently slow the pace. She bit her lower lip as his fingernails dug into her hips, fighting to delay the inevitable. 

"Fuck, Holly, I can't hold back," he gasped.

She thumbed her clitoris one final time and felt the fire light. Suddenly she was there, too.

"Me too, baby..." she whimpered as his hips violently began to slap against her. "Let it go!"

She felt as if his semen was already rising. Could feel his cock swelling as he lost control. He tensed. His body jerked. And then he was releasing his milky tribute inside her. Each time he juddered, he ejaculated again. It seemed he was trying to get her to her nirvana, too, fucking her through her pulsing release. She didn't make him wait. Her second orgasm erupted and this time he made no attempt to quieten her screams. 

It took her less than ten minutes to use the bathroom and slip back into her clothes. When she returned, he was lying on the bed, still naked. His manhood tantalised, limp but still wet from their fucking. She looked at the door and then back at Daniel. Well, why not, she asked herself?

She slipped onto the bed and took his soft cock in her hand, gently stroking whilst she stared into his eyes. Her soft smile indicated she was pleased to feel his instant response. Only then did her eyes leave his as she leant forward and took him in her mouth.

"Fuck, Holly," he gasped.

She eased her head back for a brief second. "We've already done that," she softly said. "But how about this?"

The blonde haired stunner quickly unbuttoned her blouse as he watched in rapt attention. She cupped her full breasts and slowly lowered them onto his now semi erect organ. She felt it twitch as she squeezed her soft flesh around it. She smiled at his look of amazement as she began to move on him, fucking him with her firm mounds. Holly felt the delicious friction as he pumped back. Daniel did too. He closed his eyes and began to buck his hips.

"Holly," he grunted. "I'm gonna cum..."

"So quickly?" she teased.

Before he could respond, she dropped her head and sucked hard on the shaft. Her warm mouth gave him two quick sucks down his hard length before preparing for his delivery. Her hands replaced her mouth on the shaft as her lips concentrated on his crown. She felt his fingers wrap around her blonde locks as his body gave one final jerk. He erupted. Holly moaned in delight as he fired in her mouth. She sucked and licked him continually until she felt him grow getting soft between her lips.

"Holly," he gasped again. "That was sensational..."

She smiled at him and stood up, pulling her crumpled top together and fastened the buttons. 

"I've broken one of my rules by just being here with you," she softly explained. "And I don't often break rules. But I needed that badly." 

With that she turned towards the door. As she pulled it open, she paused and looked back.

"See you at the Bellagio tomorrow?" she asked.

He nodded. If this incredible woman was going to the Bellagio tomorrow, he had every intention of being there too. 

"Good. And by the way," she said. "That hand, I had Kings. Good fold."

*

Lauren was in the restaurant with Kay Kristen. They had enjoyed their meal and were sipping their liqueurs whilst they discussed Kay's holiday. She had two weeks planned in the Cayman Islands and was taking a small party of friends with her. 

"Why don't you come with me, Lauren?" she asked, stroking her raven coloured hair.

Lauren smiled. This was the third occasion that Kay had attempted to cajole her into joining them, each time without success.

"Okay, I'll tell you what," Lauren finally conceded. "How about I fly out for the second week?"

"How about you fly out with us for the first week?" Kay countered with a smile. "I'll ask Ming to come, too."

Lauren laughed, throwing her head back. She raised one eyebrow at Kay.

"You've already told me you can't release Ming whilst the World Series is in Vegas," she softly said. "Too much money to be made!"

It was Kay's turn to laugh. "So I did."

"A compromise then," Lauren offered. "In one week, when the World Series has run its course, fly both Ming and me out to join you."

"Well, I'll be damned," Kay said, looking over Lauren's shoulder.

Lauren looked sharply at Kay, at first thinking the remark was directed at her. Then she saw Kay's stare and followed the direction of her gaze. She was sure she had seen the huge, barrel-chested man before but could not recall where. Her gaze shifted to the classy fifty year old woman seated beside him and then to the attractive, young girl on his left.

"Who is it?" asked Lauren, realising from Kay's reaction that she was as impressed as she was surprised.

"Samuel Smith," hissed Kay.

"Of course!" Lauren hissed. How could she have failed to recognise him? He had given her sister her big break, after all.

"He should be in Vegas," Kay whispered, a puzzled look across her face.

"Who's with him?" Lauren asked.

"His wife and daughter." 

"Wife and daughter?" Lauren repeated with a gasp of surprise. "I had no idea he was married."

"There's a lot you don't know about Samuel Smith," Kay suggested. "He's just seen us. Come with me and say hello."

With that she stood up and was halfway across the room before Lauren could rise to her feet. As she followed, Lauren felt a slight blush as his eyes stared past Kay and honed in on her.

"This is..." Kay began.

"This is Lauren," Samuel finished her sentence. "How could I forget? Grace has made a fabulous star of herself," he added, holding Lauren's hand for a second or two longer than was strictly necessary. "And I'm delighted that you have been such a success, too."




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Lauren's blush deepened as she realised he would know all about her new career. 

"But where are my manners," Samuel continued. "This is my wife, Louisa, and my daughter, Rachal."

"Good to meet you," Lauren said, shaking hands with wife and daughter, who smiled back at her. 

"You are Grace's sister?" asked Louisa.

Lauren nodded, beginning to feel nervous as to where this might lead.

"Do you sing too?" continued Samuel's wife.

"No, she's an actress!"

It took Lauren a few seconds to realise that the female voice that answered did not belong to Kay, but to Louisa's daughter.

"And a very good one at that," continued Rachal, her soft eyes twinkling. "I've seen a couple of your films, Lauren. Loved them!"

"Really?" asked Louisa. "Which...."

Samuel saw Lauren's discomfort and interrupted. "You know you're not into movies, Louisa. Now if it was ballet or theatre, then that would be quite different."

She smiled at her husband and then looked back at Lauren. "That's true, I'm afraid." Her tone was almost apologetic.

"I'm surprised to find you in Los Angeles, Samuel," Kay purred, "A short visit?"

"No, not at all. I'm here for some time to take care of a few business interests."

Although it was Kay who had asked the question, it was Lauren that his teasing eyes gave the answer to. She began to blush again. Was he deliberately making a connection with her?

"But there go my manners again! Please join us?" he asked, breaking the spell by sweeping his arm across the table. "I could ask the waiter to bring two more seats."

Lauren looked expectantly at Kay. Grace had told her what a powerful man this was and had confided that he was quite a stud, too, despite being in his mid fifties. She sighed in disappointment when she heard Kay's reply.

"That's very kind Samuel but we have to be going. Perhaps we'll meet some other time?"

"I do hope so," his deep voice purred, his eyes returning to Lauren. "Allow me to walk you ladies to the door."

He turned to his wife and daughter, with a smile. "I shan't be a moment, my dears."

It took only a few seconds to reach the cloakroom and when Kay wished Samuel goodbye and turned to the rest rooms, Lauren found herself hanging back. She saw Kay shoot her a look over her shoulder but decided to ignore it.

"It's been so good to see you again, Lauren," he said, taking her hand.

"Yes, I feel that way, too," she responded, staring back into his deep eyes.

"And forgive Rachal, she's just a mischievous young girl. She may have heard your name but I doubt that she will have seen any of your movies."

I wouldn't be too sure, thought Lauren, adding "But you have?" 

"Oh yes," he softly said, bringing her hand to his lips. "So very impressive, Lauren!"

She stared up into his eyes and could feel a thrill running through her. He looked immaculate in his tailored suit and pressed white shirt, every inch the successful businessman.

"Thank you," she replied, her smile flirtatious. 

Samuel smiled back, licking his lips slowly. She imagined them on her body and her legs quivered at the thought. He reached into his pocket and handed her his business card.

"Would you join me for dinner tomorrow?" he asked.

She felt her heart leap. "T-tomorrow..." she began, but he cut her off.

"Excellent, please call my cell phone in the morning. We'll make arrangements." 

Lauren blushed, jerking her head to see if Kay was returning yet. For some reason she wasn't sure if Kay would approve. 

"Okay!" she responded when she saw they were still alone. 

She realised that throughout their conversation, Samuel had continued to hold her hand. He allowed it to drop as he bent down to her, his soft lips parting a fraction ahead of the kiss. She watched him as if in slow motion and slid her tongue into his mouth as their lips met, telling him that she was willing and available. 

As she softly pulled away, she saw Kay out of the corner of her eye. Samuel did too, and smiled at her.

"Until tomorrow," he said, soft enough for Lauren to hear but inaudible to Kay.

He smiled at Kay and wished them good-bye before returning to his table.

"What was that all about?" Kay asked, her eyes staring into Lauren's, trying to discern a clue.

"Nothing," smiled Lauren. She felt a need to keep their proposed assignation to herself.

"Did he hit on you?" Kay asked, unwilling to let it go.

Lauren's laugh was nervous. "Not at all," she lied.

"Then what did he ask?" Kay pressed.

God, she was persistent, thought Lauren. "He... he actually was asking about you," she stammered.

"Me?" 

"Yes. He was wondering what you were doing in Los Angeles."

Kay's eyes widened, then her brow furrowed as she appeared to be lost in thought. "That makes sense," she said at last.

Lauren gave a sigh of relief. Whatever instinct told her to lie felt very accurate at that moment.

"He's in trouble," Kay continued. "Fallen foul of Big Eddie!" 

They paused in conversation as the doorman called them a taxi and as they settled in the back seat, Lauren waited for Kay to continue. When she made no effort to do so, she casually tapped her on the hand. 

"Who's Big Eddie?" 

Kay smiled. "Apart from the billionaire's, he's 'The Man' in Vegas! If you want to operate there, you get Big Eddie's permission. Samuel has extended his business interests and from what I hear, he's done so without reference to Eddie. That's bad news!" 

"But you've just opened a club in Vegas..." Lauren began.

"That's right," Kay responded. "But not before I spoke to Big Eddie." 

Lauren stared at Kay, barely able to make out her features in the back of the cab. "You pay protection money?" she whispered.

Kay smiled, snaking her hand around Lauren's neck and pulling her into a long, sensual kiss. "Don't worry about such things," she purred. "I have a much better idea....."



Vegas: Bk 02 Ch. 02



CHAPTER TWO: SUGAR AND STRIFE 

It was twelve noon when Katherine arrived at the Rio. She threw away the half smoked cigarette and checked with a receptionist she knew. Daniel was indeed staying there, and by a remarkable co-incidence, in a suite on the same floor as Mario. When she alighted from the elevator, she resisted a strong urge to turn left and see if he was there. That could come later if things turned out that way.

Instead, she headed left and gently knocked on the door to Mario's suite, anxious to sate her strong urge for sex. She smiled at his rugged, Hispanic good looks and threw her arms around him, pressing into his crisp, black suit. 

"I thought you would have changed by now, baby," she murmured, rubbing her right knee against his crotch and creating an immediate reaction. 

Katherine walked over to the large double bed and dropped her purse onto the bedside table. She sat on the edge of the mattress, letting her short skirt ride up her tanned thighs as she pulled off her tall heels. She shook out her glossy read hair and then eased herself backwards.

Mario's eyes widened as she slowly pulled her skirt higher. She wasn't wearing panties.  Smiling at his reaction, she lifted her bottom up enough to let her wriggle out of the tight skirt. His tongue flicked across his dry lips as she unwrapped her top. Suddenly, she was naked.

It seemed that Mario could not decide whether to stare at the strip of red hair between her thighs or the deliciously pale and freckled breasts with their pink and proud high nipples. His eyes rotated between the two until Katherine made up his mind for him, stretching her legs wider.

"Come and get it, baby," she purred.

Her fingers slid down through her soft curls and parted her lips. Her clitoris begged for attention. Mario gave a soft, guttural moan and lowered himself to his knees beside her. 

"Just what I had in mind, doll," he rasped, his black eyes glittering. 

Katherine eagerly spread her thighs. She kept her eyes locked on his, crooking a finger to beckon him over. As he slid his hands slid under her buttocks, she sighed loudly. 

"Damn woman, you are so ready for Mario. . . ." he grunted as his eyes devoured her moist sex.

You have no idea, she thought, wrapping her hand into his slicked back hair and pulling him in to the Promised Land. His soft lips on her impatient sex elicited a moan. He bathed her with long, slow sweeps of his tongue. He had proven himself to be an expert in previous encounters and today was no different. 

He devoured Katherine with an urgency matched only by her own. There was no finesse, no slow build up. 

His tongue probed deeper in time with her pleasurable moans. Her grip in his hair tightened as she lifted her undulating hips against his working mouth. She humped against him, her face glued to the concentration on his. He sucked and licked at her free flowing honeyed juices. His fingers joined his tongue, twisting in her velvet channel. His lips moved North and after several gentle strokes of her slippery nubbin, he took it between his teeth. 

Katherine felt herself spiral out of control as he sucked it inside his mouth. His hands seemed to be everywhere.  On her breasts. Groping the rounded globes of her buttocks. Flicking inside her. 

Her hands held his head in position and she shuddered and bucked against his face. She lifted her hips and pushed herself into his mouth, her moans prolonged by his continual sucking. And just as she began to recover, the sharp pain as he deliberately dug his fingernails into her buttocks sent her over the edge again.

Eventually he began to slow the movements of his tongue, almost as if he was pacing her as she came down from her orgasm and began to catch her breath. Only then did he stand up to undress himself, kicking his discarded clothes to one side. 

Katherine knew it was his turn now. She sat forward on the edge of the bed now and reached out, cupping his testicles. She softly squeezed and caressed them, watching with eager eyes as his semi-hard cock grew. 

"Fuck, doll," he gasped. His words were cut off as Katherine's mouth took over.

She looked up into his eyes as she sucked hard, expertly throating him. Her mouth paused there for a few teasing seconds before she eased back, retaining just his bulbous head. She ran her tongue around the crown, his body jerking from little flicking motions before she went down on him again, sucking up and down in rapid motions. Her mouth was a suction machine and she felt him begin to throb.

"Careful, doll," he gasped, but they both knew it was too late. 

With one final deep-throat she took him over the edge, his hips stating their familiar shudder. He fired his first offering against the back of Katherine's throat, the second immediately following. She eagerly took it all, her hand pumping his shaft in an effort to extract every last drop, until eventually he pulled his diminishing manhood from between her tender lips.

"We're not finished yet, baby," she murmured over her shoulder, as she headed for the bathroom. "Just lie there and regain your strength until I return. Then we can get down to some serious fucking!"

*

Katherine took one final look in the bathroom mirror. She looked hot, even if she said so herself. Her green eyes were gleaming with arousal and if her thrusting breasts looked as good to Mario as they did to her, his lips would soon be on them. Mario was in for a treat, that was for sure. 

But just as she switched off the light, the knock on the door of the suite surprised her. Surely Mario wasn't going to be called away on business at her time of need?

His curse indicated that the disturbance surprised him too, and she eased the bathroom door ajar to watch him amble over to the suite door. She heard, rather than saw, his surprise.

"Desmond.... I'm kinda busy right now..."

Three men came into her view as they ignored his protestations and walked into the centre of the room. 

"Kinda busy?" the chubby one responded. "Kinda busy? Big Eddie doesn't pay you to tell us you're kinda busy!"

"I... I know, Desmond," stammered Mario. "But if we could get together later..."

But Desmond just smiled, looking around the bedroom. He fixed his thin black tie and then pulled at the lapels of his checked grey suit. 

"Nice room," he muttered. "You've gone up in the world, Joshua paying for a suite. I wonder why that is?" 

Mario made no answer as he pulled the folds of his thin gown around him. He looked like a rat caught in a trap. 

"You got company?" Desmond asked as he walked across and threw open the door to the adjoining room. 

"No, no company," he said, staring around. "But it looks like you are expecting some. So we better finalise our business before we're interrupted."

He walked away from Katherine's view into the larger room. She saw Mario forlornly look around and then seem to accept the position. The two men in the ill fitting dark suits ushered him to follow Desmond and gently pulled the door closed behind them.

Damn, thought Katherine, in two minds whether to make herself scarce or wait until they finished. She skipped out of the dark bathroom and quickly dressed, but as she pulled on her shoes she heard the sound of raised voices. She tiptoed to the door. Just a quick listen. Just for a moment. And then she was out of there. Perhaps she would pay Daniel a visit after all?

"How can you deny it?" she heard a voice say. It was Desmond's. "We paid you good money for information and you doubled crossed us!"

Katherine instantly felt sick with apprehension. Mario was in some kind of trouble.

"That's not quite true," she heard him stammer. He sounded flustered.

"Oh, but it is, Mario. We both know that. We didn't ask you to work for Big Eddie. You approached us. You told us you could give us the lowdown on the Smith's. But instead, you fed us lies and you took our money. Going to try and deny it again?"

"No," Katherine heard Mario say. He sounded defeated.

"No!" Desmond repeated. "And now we have to terminate our arrangement."

"T-terminate?" Mario asked, seconds before she heard a scream of agony. Her heart threatened to leap out of her chest. Bile rose in her throat.

"Please... Please don't hurt me, Desmond," she heard him plead. "I can get you information, believe me!"

"You little shit!" Desmond shoted. "You want me to give you more opportunity to double-cross us? I'm afraid we're going to have to make an example of you! Your boss is becoming far too big for his boots and we have our reputation to think of. I mean, what would you do in our situation?" 

"Don't kill me," she heard Mario plead.

She thought she was going to be sick right there and then. Kill? What the fuck? This could not be happening. 

There was a sound of what seemed to be a struggle and as some object crashed against the floor the door clicked open a couple of inches. She stole a quick glance through the gap. Mario was on the floor with one of the men kneeling beside him. A lamp was on the floor beside them but it was the knife in Mario's back that caused her to retch and gag onto the lush brown carpet.

At the sound, three pairs of eyes turned towards her. She fled across the room, flinging the door open and rushing into the hotel corridor. She assumed the men would be chasing her and sprinted for her life, pressing the elevator button. It was several floors away. They would catch her! 

She ran past the elevator lobby and along the opposite corridor, frantically checking the room numbers. 11115. Where the fuck was it? She found it and barely heard her fist pounding on the door. The pounding of her heart was blocking out her world. Fortune was with her. It opened instantly. She pushed past Daniel into the room, slamming the door closed behind them. She leant back against the door as she struggled to catch her breath.

"Katherine?" he gasped.

"Daniel, you've got to help me!" she pleaded, her eyes wide with alarm. 

"I was just about to leave..."

She shook her head. "Three men are chasing me. They've just killed.... someone.... now they want to kill me! You must help me!" 

The look on his face told her she was genuinely terrified and she almost cried when his first reaction was to pull her trembling body into his, stroking her hair in an attempt to comfort her.

"Daniel, I've just witnessed a murder!" she whimpered, pulling away from him and flopping down on the bed.

"Murder. Who?"

"I... there's no time to explain," she whispered, using the lie to protect herself. She did not want to get into who Mario was and what she had been doing in his room.

"And the less you know, the better," she added, thinking quickly.

"Katherine," he said impatiently, looking down at her. "It's been over a year since I've seen you. And yet here you are in my room, telling me you've just seen a murder. And that whoever it was, they now want to kill you. I think I'm entitled to some sort of explanation, don't you?"

"I can't," she weakly responded.

"In that case," he firmly said, sitting beside her and reaching for the phone. "If you really are in danger, we've only one option and that is to phone the police, right away." 

"NO!" she exclaimed, grabbing his wrist. "No cops, please!"

He frowned.

"Daniel... there are people here who are beyond the police." 

"Beyond the police?" 

"Daniel, listen to me. I've seen a lot of things over this last year." She hesitated, a tear forming in her shocked eyes. "But never a murder... not until now."

She took his hand in hers before continuing. "Daniel, there are drugs, prostitution and protection money all wrapped up in this!"

"All the more reason to contact the police," he firmly said.

She yanked her hand away, her eyes blazing with frustration and anger. 

"You stupid fool. Call the police and I'll end up with a knife in my back!"

As she spat out the words, the image of Mario returned to her mind and she burst into tears, covering her face with her hands. She threw herself into his comforting arms. For the moment she felt safe. She let her tears out, sobbing into his chest for a good ten minutes before she began to regain her composure.

"Oh Daniel, I'm so frightened," she whispered. "Promise me you won't contact the cops, please?"

"Okay," he quietly acknowledged. "But what next?"

"I don't know," she whispered, relieved at his reassurance. 

Her mind was working overtime. If she could just gain sanctuary for a while, she would find her way back to Joshua's and explain what had happened. He would make things right, she was sure. She pulled Daniel closer, the secure feeling inside her blossoming into something more. Her aroused body still needed release. 

"Katherine, I have to go," he softly said, interrupting her thoughts.

Her head shot up. "Go? Where?"

"I'm expected at the Bellagio," he explained. "You can stay here for as long as you need."

"The Bellagio? You're going to play cards when I'm like this?" 

Her anger burst through again, as unreasonable as it may have been. She sat up and pulled away from him. 

"Daniel... you can't!"

Her alarmed eyes focussed on his and relief flooded through her as she saw his face soften. 

"You're right," he softly conceded. "I'll stay."

She leant over and kissed him on the lips. It was a soft kiss, no tongue, but she opened her mouth slightly to allow him to realise it was a little more than just a kiss of gratitude.

"Thank you," she softly said. Her thoughts danced between the rest her exhausted mind demanded and her body's desire to fuck him. 

"Daniel, I'm bushed with everything that's gone on. Will you hold me while I sleep a while?"

He nodded and slipped off his jacket as he eased down beside her. She couldn't help it. She found herself grinding her buttocks into his groin as if attempting to find the most comfortable sleeping position. Satisfied at the response she felt, she closed her eyes.

*

Daniel realised that he had fallen asleep, although it had taken him some time to do so. His mind had struggled to come to terms with Katherine's appearance and story. As he came too, he realised he had been dreaming. 

They had been strange dreams, of murder with a faceless body lying on the ground. Of poker cards and endless hands. Of the bright Vegas strip. And then there were images of Katherine and Grace together, just as he had seen in that video one year earlier. That imagery was never far from his mind. 

But this time, he had been in bed with them, feeling himself being inexorably taken towards orgasm. As he blinked open his eyes, he realised it wasn't a dream. Katherine's lustful face was smiling down at him. He had seen that look before. She was naked and although he wasn't, he realised his jeans were around his knees and he was firmly embedded in his new lover. 

His sleepy eyes began to focus on the way her freckled breasts were bouncing under his gaze, reacting to the delicious back and forward rotation of her hips. Breasts that were so familiar...

Her eyes were closed. Her head tilted to one side. She seemed concentrated on her own pleasure, fully in control as she worked herself on him, her fingers digging into his chest. At first she undulated back and forward and then in circles. She eased her hips upwards until just his crown was inside her. Just when he raised his buttocks in search of her teasing sex, she smoothly slid back down to take the whole of his hardness once more. 

The red head did it again and he groaned. What a tease. She giggled and then picked up her speed. Her breasts danced deliciously to the pace of her thrusts. He reached for them, unable to help himself. She leant forward, giving him permission, her tongue flicking in his ear.

"Remember this?" she softly asked, her sparkling green eyes alive with desire. "Remember how I used to fuck you?"

He made no attempt to answer, but the way his body jerked at each touch of her licking tongue gave them both the answer. She had slowed her pace and moaned with satisfaction as he let out a soft sigh.

"Good boy," Katherine whispered, her teeth pulling down on his lobe. "You like Katherine fucking you again?"

He refused to speak, but as usual they both knew she was fully in control. He tried to pull his hand away from her breasts but she caught him and lifted them back. She raised an eyebrow as she let go, as if daring him to remove them again. But he couldn't resist and began to knead her full breasts, her nipples pushing against his hot palms. 

"Such a good boy," she purred, sitting back up and resuming her fucking motions.

He was fully lost, captured in her sexual spell, and his face creased as he thrust upwards in a desperate attempt to match her motions. His eyes clouded as she plunged up and down, their fucking now raw and basic as she began to take him towards his climax. At last he pulled his hands away, but only so that he could hold onto her savagely undulating hips. She began to race them both towards the finishing line. 

She threw her upper body backwards and rested her hands on the bed behind her, gripping the sheets. The sensational sight of her trimmed strip of red hair pounding up and down on his hard manhood was too much for him and he was suddenly there. He accelerated his upward thrusts as he began to release inside her. She shuddered with him as her own orgasm overtook her.

It took some time before they recovered.

"Marks out of ten, Englishman?" she teasingly asked as she looked up from his chest.

*

Holly had one eye on the door all day. She had been sure that Daniel would join her at the Bellagio. She had let her guard down yesterday and that could have been be fatal. But for a short time she had felt good about letting go and if he had been here right then, she might have immediately left the table and taken him to bed again.

She was a few thousand ahead in today's high stakes cash game, despite the fact that Brunson, Ted Forrest, Mel Juddah and Hellmuth were at her table. As usual in such games, Hellmuth was bemoaning his luck whilst donating his money to the others. In particular, Holly had benefited most from The Poker Brat's misfortune. 

But for a while she had been card dead and as she folded hand after hand, she ruminated on how poker had given her a new lease of life and had provided her with the perfect cover.

Prior to establishing herself on the poker tour it had been a relatively lonely existence. Her motto had been to take what she could where she could, as it had been necessary to keep herself to herself. Whereas she was destined to live alone, she was able to enjoy a certain kinship on the tour. And at the same time, it provided the perfect cover.



She glanced again at the door that gave the privileged few entry to Bobby Baldwin's room. It seemed that Daniel was certainly not coming now. Just as well, she thought, as in the past she had made a point of only having sex with strangers. No emotional attachments that way. Daniel was the first person in a while that she had really taken to and that was dangerous.

Her glance flicked to her hole cards. Seven-Three offsuit. But she was in the Big Blind and without a raise. She was in the hand.

The flop brought the other three seven's. 

Hellmuth made a small bet and Georgio Munnee, a plastic surgeon from New York, re-raised. Holly called and so did Hellmuth. Interesting, she thought.

The turn brought a ten.

Hellmuth checked and Munnee raised half the pot. Holly smiled inwardly as she flat called. Hellmuth did too. She attempted to put them both on a hand. Both with pocket pairs, almost certainly.  Possibly even pocket tens? She certainly hoped so.

The river was an Ace.

Immediately, Hellmuth pushed all his money in the middle in the way he does when he believes he's ahead. Holly was sure then that he had pocket rockets. Munnee also called and she put him on pocket tens or possibly Ace-Ten. It didn't matter. When she called and showed her hand, Hellmuth exploded as he flung his pocket Aces down on the green baize next to Munee's tens. 




Vegas: Bk 02 Ch. 02



"Freakin Seven-Three," he ranted, before repeating himself. "I have pocket Aces and she has freakin Seven-Three."

By this stage he was out of his seat and pacing around the table in true Hellmuth style. It took a full five minutes before he sat down.

"Freakin women," he spat out as he sat down, adding, "Nice hand," although Holly knew he meant anything other than that.

"I thought you only posed for the cameras, Phil?" she purred.

*

Ming had mixed feelings. When Kay had asked her to help set up and then manage The Carousel Club, it was a dream come true. She had lived in Vegas since arriving in the country as a teenage girl and the opportunity to remain there in such a capacity was almost too good to be true. 

She had been extremely loyal to Kay during their time together, both as an employee and also as her lover, and she had quickly become to learn that Kay repaid loyalty with loyalty. She was now about to reap the benefits.

She felt she had made a good start and at Kay's request, had personally handled the agreement to pay protection money and keep Big Eddie happy. Whatever it takes, Kay had told her. Whatever it takes! 

The financial cut was straightforward enough although Parker moaned about that side of things. He might have been a wizard at keeping the club's financial affairs in order but otherwise he was a pain in the proverbial. 

But the management of the club was her responsibility and apart from the money changing hands, she had quickly come to realise that keeping Desmond happy was a major part of her role. When Desmond wanted a woman, Ming made the arrangements. Her only issue was that Desmond appeared to taking more of an interest in her and she knew she had her work cut out to keep him at arm's length.

Her other problem, and the reason for her mixed feelings, was Parker himself. Kay had been absolutely right in putting in someone to take care of the financial side of the business and Parker was first class at that. Ming would not have been able to cope without him. The difficulty was that with their select group of beautiful girls, Parker found it hard to stay out of the way. The club itself was her territory, not Parker's, and he was a major distraction.

He was a diversion to Ming too, as she had stupidly had sex with him on three occasions since establishing the club. Like most females, she found him exceptionally attractive physically and it seemed they were a sexual outlet for one another. She had a strong libido and, accepting Kay's instruction that as a Manager she had to stand apart from her employees, he was the main way for her to sate her sexual needs. 

Her dilemma was that as Parker was spending more and more time at the front of house, she would have to draw a line and somehow find her sexual gratification elsewhere. The working of the club was her territory, not his, and sooner or later they would need to have that discussion. 

Today was no exception. When she had completed some paperwork and headed out to the main floor, Parker was already there, talking to her assistant. Leaning over her in fact, as she tried to back away. 

Ming knew Julie always felt uncomfortable when Parker was around. He treated her as if she was one of their escort girls and was there for the taking. Ming had hammered home that Julie's role was specifically to support her but he would just laugh.

Not that Ming could blame him for being attracted to the sparkling hazelnut eyed twenty-year old. She was strikingly beautiful and had a way of provocatively flicking her short and sassy black hair when she laughed. Except when Parker was around, that was. And although very comfortable in her own skin, Ming would have killed for breasts like Julie's. Not needing the supported of a brassiere, her dark pink nipples always appeared to be temptingly in evidence against the material of the thin cream blouses she wore for work. 

If it had not been for Kay's rule, Ming would have tested the raven haired beauty's resolve some time ago. 

Julie looked over at her. Her eyes pleaded to be rescued. Walking hurriedly past the two dancers who were already performing on stage, Ming took Parker's arm.

"Sorry to interrupt," she firmly said, steering Parker to one side. "But we need to speak."

Parker smiled at her. "Okay, honey. Your office?"

He followed her along the length of the bar, his eyes trained on the two nearly naked dancers who were coming to the end of their acts.

Ming closed the office door behind them and flopped onto the leather couch. "Parker, this has to stop," she calmly stated.

"What has? Julie? You jealous, honey?"

"Julie has no interest in you, Parker. She has a steady boyfriend and she is not one of our escorts. So back off."

His face hardened. "I'll back off when I decide to," he grated, dropping down beside her on the couch and looking her firmly in the eye. "It's none of your business."

"It is my business," Ming retorted, her eyes flaring at his response. 

She took a deep breath to avoid this turning into an argument. She did not want to fall out with Parker as he was too valuable to her. And to Kay for that matter. But she did have to stand her ground.

"Parker, you are here to control the financials and you do that superbly. But your continued presence around the club is a distraction and it has to stop."

For a moment, Ming thought he was going to hit her. His eyes bulged and a certain redness hit his cheeks. But then his face softened.

"Ming," he said, clearly trying to control his temper. "You and I are both giving this club everything to make it a success, are we not?"

"Absolutely."

"And that means no outside distractions."

"Neither of us has time for outside distractions," she replied, her eyes narrowing as she tried to anticipate where this was going.

"Exactly," he said, beginning to smile. "Kay told us both that in the early stages, the club had to be our life."

He gently adjusted his position on the couch, moving his right arm around her shoulders. His left went down onto her bare inner thigh.

"Your point is?" she asked, moving his hand from her leg to his.

"We both have exactly the same issue, Ming."

His hand returned and whilst she knew she should remove it again, she allowed it to stay until she better understood where he was coming from. 

"Which is?" she softly asked.

"We both have such a high sex drive, honey."

That was true, she knew, feeling the fingers begin a soft caress on her skin. 

"We... we have to control that," she said firmly, despite the enjoyment that ran along her skin under his feather-light touches.

"You may have to, honey. But not me. I can't. I need sex, Ming. And if I can't look outside of the club, then I have to take what's available here. After all, that's what our girls do, isn't it?"

"Not Julie," she said with a soft sigh. God, his fingers felt so good. 

"Who knows," he said, smiling again. "She may come round? But if not, there are others."

"Parker, I've told you. That's a distraction. First there's Desmond wanting his share and now you. We're here for our paying customers!"

"Can't help it," he said, shrugging his shoulders. "Unless...."

"Unless what?" she asked, already knowing the answer.

His fingertips ran further up her inner thigh and her body twitched with arousal as his tongue traced along the circular ridges of her left ear, flicking inside her lobe.

"You want it as much as I do," he breathed. 

His fingers inched higher, under the short black skirt, and she did nothing to halt his progress. He eased her legs further apart and a thrilling rush of excitement surged through. She softly closed her eyes as his fingertips traced the outline of her vulva through her skimpy thong. He must have felt the wetness that had already begun to form.

"Don't you want it, honey?" he breathed, momentarily pulling his working tongue fractionally away from her wet ear. 

She could feel the wet heat emanating from her sex and softly groaned when he slipped a finger beneath the thong. It gently brushed her already swollen clitoris. He breathed heavily into her ear one final time before his spare hand turning her face towards him. His mouth covered hers. She gave him her tongue and hated herself for giving in so easily. But right now, she needed this man. She would think through the ramifications later. 

She ran her fingers across his crotch, feeling his cock grow. She deftly took hold of the zipper. The metallic noise as she unzipped him sounded so deliciously naughty. She slipped her hand inside and pressed her soft fingers against the bulge in his boxer shorts. 

"That feels good, doesn't it?" he asked. 

She looked at him and her narrow eyes broke into a reluctant smile of acknowledgement.

"You're making me real hard, honey," he encouraged.

She smiled again as she tugged his now erect cock free. After tantalisingly stroking the shaft, she slowly dropped her head, pausing long enough to hold his eyes. When she had his attention, she ran her flicking tongue around the head and licked him like a lollipop. He moaned as she slowly took him between her lips, her eyes continuing to be fixed on his as she sucked him inside. 

His hands tugged her blouse out of her mini skirt and unfastened the front clasp of her brassiere. His hands slid onto her breasts and pinched her hard dark nipples. She gave a soft moan.

Her skilled mouth worked him hard, her head bobbing as she worked on bringing him to the boil. When she felt his fingers grip her hair and his body begin to tighten, she pulled her head away. The last thing she wanted was for him to cum before he had satisfied her.

She stood up and pulled at her clothes, her skirt and thong quickly following her blouse and brassiere onto the floor. Looking down, she could see his hungry eyes take in first her diamond belly button stud and then the thin, heart-shaped patch of dark hair guarding her lips. She lifted one foot up onto the couch.

"Get to work," she instructed.

His hands went to her buttocks as he slid to the floor and pulled her to his face. Her moans began as his experienced tongue honed in on its objective and increased as he stimulated her slippery clitoris. Two fingers followed, flicking inside her and now it was her fingers pulling his hair.

"Parker," she gasped as he began finger-fucking her, but she stopped as her breath caught in her throat.  

Her hips rotated back and forth in rhythm with his pumping fingers, the wet sound of his working digits filling the small room. As his mouth sucked harder on her stimulated clitoris she pulled his head tighter against her and desperately ground herself against his lips. 

She knew she was rapidly approaching orgasm and felt his mouth devour her sweet nectar as the powerful jolts rippled through her body. He continued to lap at her until her trembling body began to relax. 

He eased her onto the couch and manoeuvred between her still trembling thighs. She continued to moan as she felt him his ramrod hard stiffness along her narrow valley. Slowly, he eased himself inside her small opening. She softly cried out as she stretched to accommodate his girth, sliding her hands onto his buttocks to pull him deeper.

Parker's hands covered her small breasts and gently squeezed the soft swells as they kissed. It felt good but they both needed more. They moved against one another, developing a comfortable yet frantic rhythm. Ming dug her fingernails dug into his hard buttocks.

Sweat began to drip from them as he responded. He raised up on his haunches, pummelling her into the couch with hard, swift strokes. Their moist bodies noisily slapped together. He grunted and she thrashed.  They fucked like animals and Ming knew she was about to cum again. 

She shook beneath his weight as her thighs tightened against his waist, her body trembling a second time. Just as she thought he had thoughtfully slowed his movements to allow her to enjoy her climax, he immediately picked up the pace. It was his own satisfaction he was interested in, not hers. He fucked her hard, his short strokes adding to her stimulation as well as his. His groans signalled the end of his journey.

"Gonna cum," he unnecessarily grunted as he thrust into her one last time.

Ming flicked her tongue in his ear as he reached the very edge and her hard licks inside the lobe resulted in a second, longer grunt. She dug her heels into his buttocks as he fired successive bursts of seed, his body continually jerking until eventually he lay spent. 

It hit Ming that she had not even locked the door and she knew then that she had to regain control of herself.

*

Katherine knew she should have called Joshua but was reluctant to do so whilst Daniel was around. Her sleep and then much needed fucking session had delayed things further and she decided that if she could get to her apartment. she would make the call from there. 

Daniel had been grumpy with her since they had had sex, but that was understandable. She knew the guilty feelings and pent up emotions from the past would quickly disappear once she had him fully under her sexual influence. This time she would not let go of him so easily. Rich, young men were not that easy to find, especially when they were as genuine as he was. He may yet be a way out of the nightmare she was finding herself in. But first things first...

"I have to get back to my apartment," she told him. "If I can just do that, I'll feel safer. Then I can speak to a few people and see what my next steps are. You'll help me get there, won't you?"

When he hesitated, she understood his reluctance to get involved but he was fundamental to her plans. 

"Oh, come on Daniel, you are not going to abandon me, are you?" she asked, putting the pressure on.

"Of course not, Katherine," he murmured.

She knew it was not a wholehearted response but that was okay, she could work on that. But as soon as they left the room, reality hit and Katherine began to tremble. 

She felt Daniel recognise her reaction and he placed a comforting hand around her waist as they walked to the elevator. He held her tightly as they stood there and she checked all around for any signs that they were being watched.

When they reached the ground floor, Katherine's eyes again swept the floor before she would move and she whispered to Daniel that she felt faint. His grip tightened around her waist.

"You'll be fine, Katherine. Hold onto me," he muttered reassuringly.

They hurried across the busy foyer and headed out of the air conditioned security off the hotel into the blazing heat of the day. The doorman waved a cab forward from the row waiting and they slipped inside, both glad for the anonymity of the back seat. 

Katherine took Daniel's hand in hers, winding her fingers so tightly around his that they began to hurt. After a final backwards glance as the taxi pulled away, she snuggled deep in the seat as though that offered protection from her fears. 

She stayed that way throughout the twenty minute journey, afraid even to speak until she reached the security of her apartment. Once there, she would contact Joshua, collect some clothes, and see if she could persuade Daniel to allow her to stay in his room for a few days. And she knew exactly how to do that, she slyly thought.

She felt more confident by the second as they walked the short distance to her apartment block. Once inside she dragged him over to a small elevator, the unattractive steel door rumbling open. As the door closed, she felt a surge of relief and forced him back against the wall. Her soft mouth slid to his whilst her hand ran down the front of his jeans.

"You've been a rock, Daniel," she whispered as she broke the kiss. "I'll have to find a way to thank you."

"Katherine," he began, taking her hand away. "We have to have a serious talk!"

She smiled at his confused look. "Of course, Daniel."

Whatever resistance his mind had planned, she knew his reaction under her hand was a certain sign that she would have her way. As the lift jerked to a halt she gave him a softer peck on his lips. 

"We're here," she smiled. 

But the relief of reaching her own place was dulled as she instantly realised she had left her purse in Mario's room. Damn, no money and no door key. And before she could try to explain, they both saw that the door was slightly ajar. 

"Daniel..." she whispered as her heart leapt into her mouth.

He stopped her with a finger to his lips and gently pushed the door open, listening for any sound. There was none but as he gingerly eased forward into the apartment he saw movement out of the corner of his eye. That was a fraction of a second before he was struck on the back of the neck and he crumpled to the floor.

Katherine spun around on her heels in an attempt to escape but a strong hand pulled her inside. She gasped with horror as she saw one of the men from Mario's room, still clutching the gun that had crashed down on Daniel's skull. She attempted to back away but his grip tightened, sending a sharp pain shooting up her arm.

"Katherine! Welcome!"

The voice came from her living area and the hood tugged her inside. Desmond and the second of his two associates were sitting on the couch, her couch!

"For a moment we thought we'd lost you," Desmond drawled. "It's good of you to return here."

"What do you want of me?" she asked, her voice a frightened whisper. Her whole body began to tremble with fear.

"Now, what do we want?" he softly repeated, looking at the two hoods as he shook his head. "What do you think Jimmy?" 

The hood just grinned inanely.

"Don't insult our intelligence," Desmond barked, his face hardening. "We know full well you saw what happened with Mario. And you know we can't allow you to leave."

His voice had a calm, eerie quality and Katherine's eyes widened as his words began to sink in.

"You... you don't mean... you can't!" 

She desperately looked around her but felt the hood beside her grip both arms. With a dreaded resignation, she realised there was no escape.

"Well, that depends on you," he quietly said.

"How?" she eagerly asked, grabbing onto the lifeline. 

"Let's understand your position here, Katherine," his harsh voice said as his eyes locked firmly onto hers. "Had we got to you at Mario's flat, we would have had no choice. You would have been eliminated immediately."

She let out a sob. This was a nightmare.

"But then we spoke to our boss," he continued. "And he suggested we find out who've you told about this."

"No one," she gasped, stifling a gulp. "I've told no one."

"Come, come. Not true," he drawled, nodding at the hood holding her. "Make her talk, Tommy."

The hood tightened his grip, causing Katherine to wince in pain. "I promise," she cried. "I've told no-one."

Desmond's eyes widened as he shook his head in disbelief. 

"Okay, let's test this," he suggested, nodding through at the corridor where Daniel lay. "Who's the schmuck?"

"A poker player," she urgently explained. "I hid at the hotel and he found me. He knows nothing. I... I asked him to escort me home..."

"Yeah?" he quietly responded. "And he agreed. Just like that?"

"I.. I.. promised him a good time," she lied. 

The three men laughed. "That was good of you. What's his name?"

"I.. I'm not sure," she gasped. "Daniel, he said."

Desmond's eyes flicked to the hood beside him. "Okay, Tommy," he said.

The man got up from the couch and pulled his gun out as he walked over to Daniel. He aimed it at Daniel's unconscious head and Katherine closed her eyes and whimpered. 

*

Joshua paced up and down, shaken by the news. He had thought he had seen off Big Eddie's threat but Mario's death brought home the stark reality of what he was facing. This was serious. But this was his livelihood, this was his life and he had no intention of allowing Big Eddie to intimidate him. If he wanted trouble that was exactly what Joshua would give him. 




Vegas: Bk 02 Ch. 02



He called and broke the news to his father who told him he would call back in an hour. He did. 

"Any word from Katherine?" Samuel asked.

"None. Either she was in the wrong place at the wrong time or it may be that she betrayed us."

Samuel sighed on the other end of the phone. "Betrayed us? I can't believe that."

"Neither can I, but I guess we'll find out in the next twenty-four hours. If her body turns up we'll know she was an innocent victim."

"Since you called," his father said, becoming more businesslike, "I've called in a few favours to find out which of Big Eddie's men were likely to have been involved," he said. "It seems that Desmond would have been the only person Eddie would trust to front it and the use of a knife points to two gorillas named Jimmy and Tommy." 

"Bastards," rasped Joshua. 

"We're going to fight fire with fire, Joshua," his father's cold voice said. "Write down this number."

Joshua did.

"We need professional help," his father replied. "I'm reliably informed that number leads us to the best hit man around."

"Hit man?" Joshua gasped.    

"Like I said, we need professional help," came the steely response. "What you have to do, Joshua, is get details for Desmond and his gorillas to this guy and he'll take them out. I'll talk to you again later."

After Samuel ended the call, Joshua felt a tinge of concern mixed with a surge of exhilaration. He would show these hoods that the Smith's needed to be taken seriously. He picked up the phone and dialled the number his father had just given him, but was totally unprepared for the voice that answered.

*

The hood held the gun to Daniel's head, watching for any sudden movement as he checked his pockets and eventually pulled out his wallet. He yanked out the few hundred dollars in cash and stuffed it in his pocket before checking the identification and nodding at Desmond.

"Daniel Stone," he said. "Never heard of him. Must be a crap poker player."

The three men laughed.

"Okay, let's say I buy that so far," Desmond said. "You must have told Joshua."

"I haven't had time," she pleaded. 

"I'd say you had plenty of time," Desmond barked.

She shook her head, her eyes wide as she attempted to convince them. "There was no way I could with the poker player with me. I was going to call from here."

Desmond smiled. A toothie smile. 

"But from your answer, you know who Joshua is. That's what I need to know. My boss said if you did, he'd like to meet you. How about going for a little ride in the car?" 

"Do I have a choice?" she asked, beginning to tremble uncontrollably. 

"We always have a choice," he murmured, standing up. "But I don't think you would like the alternative." 

*

Lauren wanted to be classy but sexy. She decided on a low cut, sheer red dress that allowed her to go braless. It closely hugged the curves that had won her so much notoriety. She checked herself in the long mirror and growled.  She laughed and flicked up the dress to reveal her skimpy red thong and thigh-high stockings. She looked hot! 

Samuel's limousine was waiting outside and the driver deftly jumped out of his seat when he saw her. He looked kinda sexy himself in a tuxedo and a black chauffeur's hat. She smiled invitingly at him as he pulled open the back door and waited until she was settled before closing it behind her. 

"My name is Carlos," he breathed in a sexy Spanish accent as he started the quiet engine. "Mr. Smith sent me to pick you up. Please make yourself comfortable." 

He lowered the privacy window between the front and back once the car started moving and she rested her head back against the seat and closed her eyes. What was it that attracted her to Samuel, and why she had lied to Kay, she wondered.  She could not easily come up with an answer.

Perhaps it was because this was the man who had made Grace's career? And possibly she harboured thoughts that there was some way he could help her expand her horizons, too? It worried her that Kay thought he was in trouble, but then she expected a successful businessman like him to sort that out easily enough. 

She loved her career in the porn industry and had found that the thought of sex was an aphrodisiac in itself. There was no way that she could easily give that up. But perhaps by using her sexual talents, she could improve herself further and she had a feeling that Samuel Smith might be just the man to help her.  

Suddenly opening her eyes, she saw that the privacy screen had raised and caught Carlos's gaze in the rear-view mirror. It seemed he was checking her out.

"Like what you see?" she teasingly asked.

She smiled to herself as he pulled his eyes away. Clearly he would not want her reporting any impropriety to his employer. 

"Just making sure you are okay?" he lamely explained.

"The light has turned green," she smiled as a car horn blared behind them. "You aren't concentrating, Carlos!" 

It took around twenty minutes before they reached their destination. Carlos occasionally glanced back at her. As she saw his tongue flick over his lips, she knew he was imagining what she knew many men did about her. She felt good, she felt sexy, and she was looking forward to her dinner with Samuel.

"We're here," Carlos simply said as he pulled the car to a gentle halt.

Lauren watched him through the dark tinted windows as he walked around to her door. He pulled it open and offered his hand to help her alight from the vehicle. 

She smiled at him and allowed him a flash of bare thigh above her stocking before giving him a soft peck on the cheek. 

"Thank you, Carlos," she softly said, her brown eyes shining at him.

He smiled back, as if touched by her gesture. 

"Mr. Smith is waiting," he told her. "The Maitre'D is expecting you."

She smiled at him again before turning towards the impressive restaurant doors and slowly walking inside. The doorman introduced her to the Maitre'D. The well groomed middle-aged man gave her an approving look as he led her towards the back part of the subtly-lit restaurant. All tables were occupied, mainly with couples, and Lauren revelled in the attention as just about every eye turned to her.

Samuel was sitting in a rounded booth and smiled as she approached. He looked immaculate in his crisp, dark suit, with the plain white shirt and red tie providing a perfect contrast. He stood to greet her.

"Mr. Smith, Madame," the Maitre'D said with a soft flourish of his right arm before discreetly retreating.

"You look astonishing, Lauren," Samuel said. 

His deep voice sent goose bumps across her body. He sat back down and patted the booth beside him. 

"Here, please come sit next to me."

She slid across the cool leather and settled beside him. She could smell his cologne and felt a surge of excitement run through her body. 

"Now, tell me," he said. "What is such a beautiful and intelligent woman such as yourself doing in the porn industry?"

Lauren shuddered. She really had not expected such a direct, patronising question. She threw her blonde hair back across her shoulder with a flick of her head. 

"Why do you ask, Samuel? It sounds like you disapprove."

"No, no," he quickly responded. "And I apologise for the clumsiness of my question. It was not my intention to cause offence."

Lauren looked up into his face. "I hope not," she softly said.

"Not at all. As you know, my daughter is only a couple of years younger than you and I would have no problem with her entering your profession. I am quite open-minded about such things. I would only hope she could be as successful, and as... talented... as you!" 

Lauren laughed aloud, startling him. "So I'm talented, am I?"

He smiled. "Lauren, I have many business interests in the same field. The truth is that I am very impressed at how you have made such an impact in your profession in a single year. And you have won two rather grand awards, I believe?" 

"Three," she responded, her eyes boring into his.

He leaned closer, and touched her chin. "Lauren, you are a beautiful woman. Even more so than your sister..."

Lauren felt herself blush at the compliment.

"Grace is a remarkable woman," he continued. "And she has a wonderful talent. Of course, talent means nothing in the music business. If you don't know the right people and get the right breaks, you will never make progress."

He ran his hand across her cheek, gently stroking with his fingertips.

"I gave Grace her break," he said, "And she has made the most of it. Whereas you, Lauren, you have taken a situation and made yourself a star in your own field. And that is all by your own efforts and determination. I believe your achievements far outweigh those of your sister." 

Lauren nodded slowly, mutely. Nobody had ever favourably compared her to her sister. If anything, they seemed to look down on her when comparing her to Grace. She felt a tear form in her eye and acting on impulse, she reached up and slipped her right hand around Samuel's head, pulling him into a soft kiss before biting down on his lower lip.

"Thank you?" she softly replied, staring into his eyes.

"You are welcome, Lauren. And before you raise my body temperature too high, I think we should look at the menu," he said, laughing.

The sexual tension between them was palpable and Lauren knew with an absolute certainty that before the night was over she would be fucking this man. She was highly aroused and to demonstrate the point, she provocatively asked for oysters for her starter before allowing Samuel to take over from there and order for both of them. 

Throughout the meal, Samuel talked about his business interests, always explaining just enough to impress her without giving too much away. He also talked freely of his wife and daughter, giving Lauren the impression that he felt no guilt whatsoever from what they both knew would inevitably happen between them. 

Over dessert, he quizzed Lauren about her life, occasionally nodding as if piecing together her comments with the information Grace must have told him. 

The evening passed incredibly quickly and when it was time to leave he led Lauren outside to the waiting limousine. Carlos opened the door for them, making no eye contact whatsoever with her as if he remained embarrassed from the earlier incident. Samuel raised the privacy screen and flicked on some classical music, then opened a cabinet to produce a bottle of whisky and two glasses. 

As they sipped their drinks Lauren decided to tackle this man head on. "Samuel, why did you ask me to dinner?"

He frowned at her. "Is it not simply enough to say I enjoy the company of beautiful young women?"

Lauren nodded. "Yes, it is. But I get the feeling there is something more."

He broke into a broad smile, throwing the rest of the contents from his glass down this throat, his face creasing slightly as he savoured the burning sensation.

"Two reasons," his deep voice responded. "First, this is a very important week for me and I need your help. So I have a business proposition for you."

When Lauren started to respond, a flash of his dark eyes was enough to make her pause.

"But more of that later," he said. "What is of more importance is that I want you, Lauren. I want to make love to you..."

Lauren sighed. This man was certainly direct. But she had to be sure.

"You want me because I'm a successful porn star?"

She carefully watched his eyes and was pleased to see that his expression did not change. He confidently returned her stare. 

"I have wanted you from the moment I saw you with your sister," he lied.

Lauren took the compliment, and the lie, hook, line and sinker. Her lips found his, her kissing urgent, and she made no objection when she felt his hand on her leg. 

His fingers slipped under her dress and as they ran along her inner thigh. She opened her legs to allow him more freedom. He took it willingly and his fingers easily found her engorged clitoris through her skimpy thong. Her gasp turned into a moan when his hand slipped under the material, down through her thick nest and to her sex. She bit her lips as he slid a finger inside her and flicked his thumb against her aching button.

"Samuel!" she moaned as she bucked her body against him. 

He gave a low growl. She cooed again as he worked his fingers faster. When he flicked her g-spot, she came, flooding his hand with her honeyed nectar. 

Samuel grinned in the darkness of the limousine, not allowing his fingers to give her any respite. Lauren groaned again as she felt herself begin to spiral upwards once more and as she hit a second orgasm, her moans filled the air. 

She grinned as she wondered what Carlos would be feeling in the front of the car and if he would be able to hear them when they fucked. For some reason, that was quite a turn on. 

She reached for Samuel's expensive slacks and practically ripped them open to expose his thick cock. As it sprang upwards, the dark foreskin almost hit her in the face. She wasted no time taking it into her mouth.

He let out a low groan and closed his eyes as he rested his hands on her bobbing head. She felt wild and sucked and pulled, working her mouth back and forth, up and down and then around his girth. His groans increased in line with the tightness of his hands on her hair and she knew she had him close. 

She started to throat-fuck him, her honey blonde hair dancing against her cheeks. When he began to pulsate, she knew he was seconds away. 

Lauren stopped moving, drawing his pleading eyes down into hers. Never wavering from his gaze, she slid her mouth back onto him and began bobbing and sucking hard to take him over the edge.

He grunted and gripped her hair as if he wanted to wrench it from her head. His hips lifted from the seat as he fired into her, unleashing a torrent into her welcoming mouth. But then Lauren felt herself cumming for a third time, the knowledge that she had taken this powerful man to orgasm so quickly proving a powerful aphrodisiac.

Their timing was perfect as the limousine gently eased to a halt and Lauren frowned slightly as she looked out of the window. This was not what she expected. She had thought he would take her back to his and fuck her but they were outside of her apartment. It seemed he saw the surprise in her face. 

"Louisa and Rachal are home this evening," he calmly explained to her unasked question. "And I have some... er... business problems in Vegas to take care of. But tomorrow is a different matter. I will call you in the morning to make arrangements."

As if by some pre-arranged signal, Carlos opened the door as he finished speaking and as she stepped out, Samuel lowered the window.

"You will see me tomorrow?" he asked, although it seemed a statement as much as a question.

"Of course," Lauren instantly responded. 

Not only did she want to go all the way with this man, she was intrigued as to what his business proposition might be.



Vegas: Bk 02 Ch. 03



CHAPTER THREE: THINGS ESCALATE

When they had reached the sprawling, ivy-covered mansion last night, Katherine had been locked in a rather palatial room. Her tired morning eyes were a testament to her fitful sleep. Her shower had helped refresh her and despite her search, she found only a thin white robe to cover herself. She paced fitfully back and forward, unsure of the ordeal that awaited her. 

The redhead stopped by the bow window to admire the view across the impressive grounds just before she heard the sound of a key in the lock. She turned to see Desmond enter with another man.

"This is the boss," he gruffly said. "You better treat him with respect!"

The small black man was casually dressed but the cut of his shirt and trousers was immaculately tailored. He stood quietly for a short while as his eyes took in her body through the thin gown. It seemed as if he was daring her to speak, but she knew better.

"Welcome to my home, Katherine," he eventually said. "It seems you added a little complication to our activities last night."

The little colour remaining in her cheeks begin to drain away. Her vulnerability was quite clear. 

"What... what are you going to do with me?" 

"Well, that all depends on you, Katherine," he softly drawled. "I'm not into gratuitous violence, whatever you may have heard."

"I haven't heard anything," she gushed. "I don't even know who you are!"

"So you say," he murmured, walking across and taking her hand. "For now, just call me Eddie. Here, why don't we sit for a moment while I explain the rules?"

He led her to the bed and eased his athletic body beside her on the soft mattress.

"First, Katherine, you will appreciate that I have to protect my empire?"

Katherine nodded. She did not understand which empire he referred to but knew that any wrong move spelt trouble.

"Good! Joshua and his father are thorns in my side and I need to remove those thorns," he continued. "Hopefully I can do so to everyone's satisfaction, but that remains to be seen."

His black thumb stroked her palm as if attempting to provide reassurance.

"Unfortunately, Katherine, your friend Mario double-crossed us. He did so to such an extent that we needed closure on our relationship with him. The fact that you were in his suite was unfortunate, shall we say."

He looked across at Desmond. "And careless of us," he rasped.

Desmond shifted uneasily from foot to foot, looking down at the floor.

"But you know what, Katherine? I can trust Desmond with my life. The question is, how much can I trust you?"

His grip on her hand tightened, as if to reinforce the point.

"You can," she whimpered.

"Yes, I know you will tell me that, Katherine. But then, in your position, you will tell me anything. So let's establish the rules."

She gulped, the dryness in her throat increasing as his grip tightened further.

"First," he said with an eerie smile, "common sense tells me I should get Jimmy and Tommy to take care of you right now!"

Her pulse quickened and bile rose in her throat.

"They want to, you know! And who could blame them? You are the only witness that could send them to jail for a long, long time." 

The tightness that ran across her chest made her whimper.

"So, if I allow you to live, there are just three things you need to understand."

Katherine blinked rapidly as she attempted to contain the physical sickness threatening to overpower her.

"If you ever lie to me or Desmond about a single thing, you are dead!" 

He paused for a second to allow his words to sink in. 

"Understand?"

Katherine nodded as the vomit entered her lower chest.

"Second, you do everything asked of you without hesitation. Whatever that may be! Understand again?"

Her eyes began to weep from her feeling of nausea as she silently nodded again.

"And finally, you make no attempt to escape or to contact anyone." 

He raised his eyebrows as if to emphasize the point. 

"Break any rule and I shall have you killed."

Her breathing was short, rapid, gasps and she whimpered again as he took hold of her chin.

"I feel that you understand but perhaps you should tell me," he insisted.

"Eddie... yes... I'll obey every rule. I'm caught up in this by accident and I don't want to be. I have no intention of telling on anyone, I promise."

Soft tears began to fall onto her robe. Eddie silently waited until she began to recover, making no attempt to comfort her or frighten her further. He had achieved what he wanted.

Composed again, she took a long gulp of air and slowly raised her eyes to his. She found they were smiling at her.

"You okay?" he asked, a hint of compassion in his voice. 

She nodded slowly, her breathing more regular as she regained control.

"Good," he said as he turned to Desmond. "You can leave us now." 

As soon as the door closed behind his number two, he began to unbutton his shirt. 

*

As she nursed his spent cock, Carly sighed happily. She knew that if she looked after Joshua, her life would be good. Leaning back down, she continued to clean around the head until she was satisfied she'd consumed every last drop. Her almond eyes stared into his as she lit a joint and inhaled the contagious aroma. When she passed it to Joshua, he lazily stroked her naked breasts as he took a long pull.

"Damn, Carly, you are amazing," he murmured. 

She chuckled. "Best you ever had?"

Joshua loved her confidence. "You are up there baby. No doubt about that!"

He took a deep breath, his chest rising and falling. It seemed there was something on his mind.

"What?" she asked.

"I want you to do something for me," he softly said.

She pulled on the joint again. "I want to, too. I'll give you ten minutes to recover and then we can fuck again." 

He smiled but ignored the comment. "I want you to get a job at the Carousel Club." 

Her eyes widened and she slowly sat up on the bed, staring at him. "But why, Joshua?"

"The Club is competition. And there is some connection with Big Eddie. They must have some sort of arrangement."

She stared at him and they both knew what she was thinking. She worked here, not at the Carousel Club. 

"I know that baby," he said in answer to her unspoken question. "But I want someone on the inside there. I need someone who can pick up anything that will be valuable to me. Things are about to heat up and I need some insurance."

She had no option. She knew that. Joshua knew that too. He looked into her soft eyes and smiled at her as he nodded in confirmation. 

"Okay," she meekly complied.

"Good! By the way, do you know anything about Katherine working at the Club?"

Her eyes widened. "At The Carousel Club?" she repeated. "Katherine has no connection with the Club. We're not exactly best friends but I'd know if she had, I'm sure."

"She had Carousel Club matches in her apartment. They got there somehow. Find out for me, baby. Find out what's going on."

She gave a long sigh, resigned to his request. She needed some sort of relief and knew exactly what sort that was.

"I will," she whispered as she stretched out to make herself comfortable. She handed Joshua the joint and then dropped her head to lick down his hard stomach. His moans confirmed the effect she had on him. She smiled to herself as her lips began to nuzzle his testicles and her hand stroked his hardening cock. 

"Oh, fuck," he moaned as she rolled his heavy globes in his mouth.

She paused to look up into his eyes. "Ten minutes are up...."

*

The room was light when Daniel awoke, a sharp pain shooting through his forehead. It took him a short while to realise where he was. 

Slowly, he began to recall the events of the previous evening. He looked at his watch. Was it possible he had really been unconscious all that time? A loud groan escaped as he struggled up into a seated position. The jagged pain seemed to reverberate around his head. 

His attempts to stand resulted in another shot of pain to his befuddled brain. He dropped back down to his knees and vomited all over the carpet. It took a good few minutes before he began to regain control and was able to stand. He made his way to the bathroom. The cold water revived his senses as he attempted to piece together the happenings. 

Gradually the memories flooded back. He knew this apartment! 

"Katherine?" he called out, a touch of panic in his voice. 

He staggered from the bathroom and made his way around each room. There was no sign of her, nor any indication of any disturbance. His brain raced at the possibilities. His first instinct was to pick up the phone but even as he did, he stopped himself from dialling the number. What was it Katherine had said? 

"You stupid fool. Call the police and I'll end up with a knife in my back!"

But then, she might already... No, he could not allow himself to go there! 

He glanced at his watch again. Damn, it was nearly ten o'clock. Today was his first appearance in the Main Event. The first 'Day' of play was spread over two days this year and he had drawn the first day whereas Holly was playing tomorrow. What he would give to swap positions with her. How could he play, not knowing what had happened to Katherine, and feeling like this?

Daniel spotted something on the floor beside the telephone, partially obscured by the leg of the small table. He gingerly bent down and picked up a half-used book of matches. His eyes narrowed at the picture of a naked girl in silhouette. She was standing next to a Carousel. The name of the Club was emblazoned underneath. 

He slipped them into his jacket pocket and decided to hurry back to his hotel. He had to freshen up and do something about that blinding headache before he could contemplate competing what lay ahead. If Katherine had not re-appeared by tonight, he would make a visit to The Carousel Club on his spare day tomorrow.

*

Eddie was naked. Despite his lack of height, his black physique was all muscle and like the rest of his body, his dark penis was thick and hard. Katherine knew what she had to do. Right then, she would have done anything.

She slipped to her knees beside the bed, taking the black cock in both of her hands. Slowly she licked all around his thick, chubby member, bathing it with her saliva before taking him inside her mouth. The redhead was determined to prove herself by providing the best fellatio of her life. His hand gripped the back of her head as she became lost in the moment; encouraged by the way he twitched on her tongue. 

She felt herself grow damp as she worked him, anticipating the feeling of his cum filling her mouth. But just as she felt him begin to pulse, he pulled away. 

"We have plenty of time, Katherine," he said, tugging her to her feet. "But that was a very impressive start." 

He pulled off her robe, taking a few seconds to run his eyes across her naked curves.

"Magnificent," he murmured. "If you do as you are told, I will take care of you. You could be an excellent addition to my household." 

Katherine smiled at his words, her need to please him overwhelming her fear. She allowed him to ease her back on the bed and stroked his muscular chest and arms as he joined her. When he adjusted his position to press his cock against her wet folds she heard herself moan. The look on his face told her he enjoyed her chipmunk sounds. 

She arched her back when his mouth found her breasts.  The sensation of his mouth on her hard nubs, and from the hands that drifted up and down her skin, made every nerve-end come alive. Despite, or probably because of the situation, Katherine had never needed a man's touch like she did now and she desperately pushed his head downwards. 

She was unsure whether that was a move too far but he willingly dropped his head to lick along her soft vulva. 

She groaned and spread her legs wider as his tongue parted her and slipped inside. His appreciative moans as he licked her love juices made Katherine shudder. The wet, sucking sounds were an aphrodisiac. This man had her life in his hands and yet rather than using her as a sex object, he was actually pleasuring her! 

It was that thought as much as the sensations racing through her that instantly made her climax. She curled her legs back toward her chest and tugged on his dyed black-hair as she screamed. Her orgasm ran through her forever.

Katherine had never felt as sexually satisfied as she did at that moment. The redhead gratefully pulled him upwards so that he lay across her. She smiled into his glistening face and slipped her arms around his back, pulling him tightly into her stimulated body. Her mouth greedily sucked her own flavour from his lips. 

She wrapped her legs around his waist, encouraging his thickness to push inside. He groaned as she hooked her ankles around him, impaling herself on this powerful man. 

Katherine trembled against him, the situation causing a mixture of extreme arousal and cold fear in her. But there was no doubt she could feel every delicious inch that filled her. 

"That good, babe?" he asked, his dark eyes boring into her.

She would have agreed no matter how it felt. But the reality was she was close to a second climax. The way she urgently nipped at his neck gave her reply.

He responded with strong, rhythmic thrusts. She spread herself wider to give him complete control, allowing the submissive feeling to race her to her next orgasm. Her tightness around his cock and the sensation of the bottom of his shaft against her clit became too much. Her body began to buck and shudder under his.

Her moans were constant as she came. His response to the fingernails she dug into his back was simply to fuck her harder. He was driving himself forward to his own climax and she hungrily bit on his muscled forearm as she thrust back up against him. Despite his pace, she was determined to match his movements.

"This is how loyal I'm going to be, baby," she groaned. "I'll fuck you every day, Eddie. You want to cum in Katherine every day?"

Her words had the desired effect. He pounded harder and harder as he entered the home straight. His loud grunts filled the room. She eased her position so that she could look down to watch the sight of him sliding in and out of her. Her smooth petals stretched tightly to accept his obscene girth. She glanced at him and saw his lust filled eyes watching her. When she smiled and provocatively licked her lips, that did it for him.

"Fuck!" he cried out as he released the flood gates.

She felt the first shot fire from his gun and then one burst followed another as he coated her clutching walls. His cock pulsed inside her, again and again, relentless and unending. She held him throughout, planting soft kisses along his bulging neck. Perhaps things were not going to be quite as bad as she thought?

*

Ming knew that Parker and Desmond did not get on. So far, she had made sure it had not proven to be too much of a problem. 

When she hadn't managed to keep them apart, she had made sure she was around to oil the wheels. It seemed that Julie had been the original problem. Both men had taken a deep fancy to a woman who was unavailable to them both. But perhaps that was part of her attraction?

Only once had they butted heads and true to form, it had been an argument over her young assistant. Since then she had impressed on the young woman that she must never find herself alone with either. And that she should inform Ming if she ever saw the two men together. 

Today was one of those times. By the time the sassy brunette reached her, the two antagonists were sitting at a table and locked in a heated conversation

"Don't fucking talk to me that way," she heard Desmond's shrill voice. 

"You don't like it, then get out of my club," Parker responded.

"Your club? You are way off the mark, smoothie boy. You continue like you are and I'll make sure you find yourself in a world of hurt..."

"Fuck off," Parker snarled as he quickly stood. His chair clattered backwards onto the floor. 

Desmond stood with him and squared up to the crinkly haired finance man. "You don't want to mess with me, you shit!" he shouted, "I'll make sure this place is shut down in a heartbeat."

Ming intervened just as they were about to grab one another. 

"Desmond," she urgently greeted Big Eddie's man, a fake warmth flooding her voice. She took his arm and pressed herself against him. "Can I help?" 

"Ming," he rasped, his eyes bulging as he stared at the man who was so enraging him. "Yes, you can help. I'm leaving now but I'll be back in an hour for my money. Make sure big shot here is gone by then." 

As Parker began to respond, Ming stepped between them. Her wide eyes stared at Parker and she gave an imperceptible shake of her head. 

"That's no problem, Desmond," she soothingly said as she slid her slender arm around his waist. It seemed he calmed a little as he felt her smooth body press into his side.  "Here, I'll walk you to the door."

"That man's gonna be your downfall if you're not careful," Desmond rasped, pushing back into her as she escorted him outside.

"He's just a hothead, Desmond" she smiled, frantically attempting to defuse the situation. "I can handle him."

He stopped in his tracks and turned to face her. "Can you?" he asked. "Or do I have to tell Big Eddie we have a problem?" 

Ming coloured. She most definitely did not want any of this to go back to Big Eddie. "Really, we don't have a problem, Desmond..."

He cut her off. "You do, Ming. You fucking do. When I'm back in an hour, he'd better be gone."

Ming nodded in confirmation, her wide brown eyes full of concern. "He will, Desmond. He will."

His face changed. "Good," he said, lifting a hand to her chin. "And you had better be ready to humour me, Ming. I think that would be a good idea!"

With that he planted a soft kiss on her cheek and nodded at her. As he walked away, they both knew what he meant.

She turned and retraced her steps back inside. Parker had a sneer on his face as she approached him.

"Fucking hell, Parker, this has to stop!" she insisted, her fingernails digging into his arm.

"What does?" he asked, as if nothing had happened.

"You bastard, Parker. We're in business because Big Eddie allows us to. Piss him off and we have no business."

"He can go fuck himself," he responded, roughly pulling his arm away from her grip.

"Parker, for a bright man you can be fucking stupid at times."

He stared at her. He had never heard her as angry as this.

"It's not like I'm asking you to do anything but stay out of his way," she blazed, her eyes flashing. "I'm the one who has to keep things running to Kay's satisfaction. And that means keeping those guys off our backs. Goddamit, Parker, if you have one more run in I'm informing Kay."

"Really?" he challenged, his eyes cold.

"Yes, really!" she shouted. "You nearly got in a fight! They'll fucking close us, don't you understand?"

He stared quietly as she spat out the words. He knew she was right. "Okay, Ming. You win."

"No, Parker, I don't win. If we play this right, we all win!"

He nodded but his eyes conveyed the annoyance he felt at being challenged in such a blatant way. Well, fuck that! 

He turned away. "I'm going to get something to eat. See you later."  

Great, she thought, her chest heaving with infuriation. First I've got to keep Parker under control and then I've got to keep a horny gangster happy. I only hope that Kay understands how well I'm earning my fucking money!

*

Daniel only just made it to his table on time. 

His shower and fresh clothes only partially helped his mood. The disconcerting sense of gloom around Katherine's disappearance was overpowering. And his frame of mind was not helped by the continual thudding in his head, despite consuming more painkillers than was good for him. He was in no condition for any kind of poker, let alone the probable fourteen hours of intense focus needed to survive at the Main Event.




Vegas: Bk 02 Ch. 03



As he threaded his way through the television cables, the anonymity of last year seemed a world away. He was stopped every few feet by a series of well wishers who all wanted to offer their own words of good luck, comfort or advice. 

He made a point of shaking every hand that was proffered and courteously thanked each person who offered good wishes. But the reality was that whilst he genuinely appreciated their support, he felt it unlikely he could do them justice.

He looked warily around his table but recognised no one. A hallmark of the new poker, he thought. But his fame quickly became apparent. 

"Well, if it isn't the man himself," a grizzled customer on his left remarked.

Daniel just smiled, then nodded hello to everyone around the table. But Grizzly wasn't about to let up.

"You think it's fashionable to turn up late?"

"I'm not late, my friend," Daniel good-naturedly responded. It was best to defuse the situation before it went any further. "I'm just on time in fact."

To reinforce the point, he nodded at the dealer who was in the process of dealing the first hand.

"On time by a few seconds," Grizzly responded. "And you're not my friend. You think you're another Hellmuth who can just turn up when they want? Has winning gone to your head?"

"I'm certainly no Hellmuth," smiled Daniel. He wished he was at any table but this one.

"You saying you're better than him?" Grizzly continued.

Daniel stared at his interrogator as he folded his hand. The aggressive eyes above the crumpled black shirt told him this was a discussion he could not turn around.

"Tell you what," he quietly said, holding Grizzly's eyes, "I'm just going to concentrate on my poker now. I'll leave the trash talking to you."

Grizzly gave a sneer and looked around the table. 

"Seems Mr. Big Shot doesn't want to talk to us," he told anyone who would listen.

"Give the guy a break," broke in a young, fair-haired kid at the opposite end of the table.

"Mind your manners, kid," began Grizzly. "When I was your age...."

*

Ming was seated in a booth at the far end of the bar. It allowed her to view the entire room. The place was busy and Rosie, one of her favourite girls, was strutting her stuff on stage. The girl was the genuine article who wanted to earn enough to make a better life for herself. She might make it, too, Ming thought, seconds before Desmond returned. 

He caught her eye across the room and gave a toothie grin as he came straight over to her. 

"Have a seat, Desmond," she said, giving him her best smile as she caught the eye of one of her waitresses.

"Where's Mr. Smarty Pants?" he asked, looking around the bar.

"Oh, he's long gone," she replied, attempting to disguise her nervousness.

"Very sensible," he drawled, nodding his head at her as he spoke. "You got my money?" he asked.

The oriental woman smiled. "Desmond, you know I always have your money on time."

"I know that, Ming. I trust you. That's why this place is booming. It's Smarty Pants I don't trust."

"Desmond, forget Parker. I thought it was me you wanted to see." 

She rested her hand on his arm, smiling at him as if he was George Clooney. Her smile hid the wicked thought that if it was not for the fact he was a little overweight, slightly balding and verging on ugly, he might have been. 

"I do, Ming, but you have a problem with that man!" 

He paused as the waitress served them their drinks. He watched her peachy bottom as she sauntered back to the bar before returning his gaze to Ming. 

"And I'm willing to overlook this one time... but on one condition."

Ming's sigh was deep. She knew where this was going. Desmond had made it quite clear on several occasions that he wanted to fuck her. Each time she had explained that she was off-limits but she was now on borrowed time. She had always made sure he had a good time with one of her girls and had convinced him that was wasting his time. But now, that fool Parker had made her vulnerable. 

"Desmond..." she nervously began. 

He quickly saw through her vain attempt to exude an air of confidence and stopped her with a shake of his head. 

"That shit with Parker has gone too far this time. Now either you give me what I want or I'll explain one or two things to Big Eddie."

Ming looked into his blue eyes and although she saw no escape, she tried again. 

"Desmond, I always make sure you get what you want. My best girls..."

This time it was the hand he held up between them that stopped her. 

"Ming, baby. You've got three choices. Sack Big Shot immediately..."

"You know I can't," she hissed.

"Your choice," he calmly said. "Or we take this place off your hands..."

"Desmond..." she whimpered, her eyes pleading.

"Then it looks like you are plumping for choice number three," he stated. "And as it's you I'm gonna fuck, I want the master bedroom...."

*

Daniel had tuned out. His eyes were closed in an attempt to relieve the blinding headache. This was not how he had imagined the start of his title defence. His victory last year had injected him with an amazing sense of confidence that had carried him through the last twelve poker months. 

But today, he felt crippled. 

He was distraught at the thought of what might have happened to Katherine and the pain in his head would not allow him to think clearly. And Grizzly was an added complication. And if all that was not bad enough, he had gone from a world of minimal expectations last year to a bucket full this year. Fucking great!

There was no pleasure to be gained from his defence. It was not even about survival. It was all about the need to ensure he did not disgrace himself.

He tried to ignore every other thought and just concentrate on his poker. But he quickly found he was a target for all comers at the table. Whenever he bet, someone called, determined to be the one that took out the world champion. Daniel quickly understood his only tactic was to play tight for the time being and only risk his chips on monster hands.

The strategy worked. Helped by the occasional hand, he sat at $10,400 and it was with some relief that he approached the last hand before the short break. Time to increase his stack, he thought as he made a sizeable raise with Ace-Jack in late position. Grizzly made his inevitable call and made a pair with a six on the river.

As he flopped over his Jack-Six unsuited, he drawled. "You ain't as good as you think, brother."

Daniel sighed. A good sized bet on the flop or turn would have won him the pot and was a pretty basic thing to do. But he hadn't.

"Nice pre-flop call," he sarcastically said and then slumped back in his seat, disappointed with himself for being drawn into the childish banter.

From a solid position before the break he was now down to $8500. If he needed it, that was further confirmation that this was going to be a long day. As soon as his blinds passed him, he decided to find the rest room and see if another couple of painkillers would help.

*

"Sit on the bed," Desmond calmly said as he closed the bedroom door.

When Ming did, he took her arms and held them against the wooden slats of the headboard behind her.

"Keep them there, sugar," he grunted, his voice already hoarse with desire.

She did as she was told and realised she was instantly moist. The submissive position had created an unexpected degree of arousal in her. 

His eyes were narrowed with his own desire. "Do you know how long I've waited for this?" he asked, his coarse tongue flicking across his lips.

She gave no answer, her eyes drawn to his rough fingers as they unbuttoned her white blouse. She found herself wishing she'd worn a bra but his lips on her erect nipples immediately changed her mind. 

"I know you think this is one time only," he purred, pausing to look up at her. "But I'm gonna fuck you so good you're going to want Desmond every day."

Her words sent an undeniable jolt between her legs. She would not admit it but she needed to be fucked. And even though he was a long way from her usual preferences, his mouth on her tits made the thought of what was about to happen suddenly more appealing. 

Just when she thought the mouth on her breasts and fingers under her lacy thong were going to get her off, he pulled away from his teasing work and clumsily stood up. His eyes were fixed on her reaction as he undressed. He gave a self satisfied growl as her gaze rested on his naked cock. 

"Admit it, sugar," he gloated, lewdly stroking himself to full erection. "You want Desmond as much as I want you!"

Ming's eyes narrowed as he thumped down beside her. The oriental woman suddenly saw the ugly, overweight, slightly balding hood in a different light. Or was that just the dick she needed so badly?

His fingers slipped under her skirt and hooked themselves in her thong. Their eyes remained locked on each other as he gently tugged it down and away from her body. God, she felt unnaturally horny. She involuntarily tightened her grip on the wooden slats behind her head. A soft moan escaped her lips as he eased her thighs apart and slowly lowered his head.

He nipped at the heart shaped patch of black hair, his tongue skirting her clit on its way to her clean shaven valley. Ming thrust her hips upward as his lips and tongue explored the soft skin. She closed her eyes, savouring the tingling sensations that ran across her sex. Fuck, that was good.

Although she made a final effort to suppress her sexual arousal, the feel of his tongue as it separated her twin labial lips could not be denied. Her hands left their prison and wrapped themselves around his head. She softly guided his movements as he gently lapped at her smooth furrow. For a chubby man, his tongue felt so soft and sensual. 

The oriental beauty widened her legs and lightly caressed the hairs at the back of his head as she offered herself to his mouth. That changed when he found her clitoris.

Her grip tightened as her body jerked in response. She glanced down and saw his eyes were following her reaction. The heated woman could not help but respond and arched her back. But as she tried to lock her legs around his back to keep him in place, he straightened up into a kneeling position. 

"I guess you're ready to be fucked?" he said as he eased his thick hardness against her wet outer lips. 

His words were a statement rather than a question. She showed her compliance by adjusting her position. She gave a soft howl as he slid into her hot core. 

"Oh fuck, that feels good," the now sweating man moaned. 

He was right, Ming knew! His immediate, urgent thrusts underlined his long held desire to fuck her. It was all she could do to hold back. But she continued to tell herself that she must not show him that she wanted this. 

Her weakening will was her only problem. Even the sweat dripping down from him was an aphrodisiac. The feel of his shaft rubbing against her exposed clitoris was sensational.

Ming grabbed his chubby buttocks to force him deeper as she at last began to fuck back. He had her close to an orgasm and she wanted to get there. She was no longer able to contain herself and was transformed into a rutting animal. It took no time at all and she dug her red fingernails into his flesh as she climaxed, continuing to hump against him until the electrical current at last began to subside. 

When she felt him begin to convulse, she took his earlobe between her teeth and gently bit down on it. He screamed as he ejaculated, burying his head against her until his body stopped jerking. After a few seconds of bliss, he ponderously lifted himself from the bed and headed for the bathroom. 

Fuck, thought Ming. Is that it? Is that fucking it? He had wanted her so much and now it was over that quickly? Fuck!

*

Holly eased her car to a stop and checked the licence plate on the gas-guzzler parked across the dark road. It was the number Joshua had provided her with. And was in the vicinity he had suggested. It had taken only ten minutes of patient touring around the area to locate it.

As far as she could tell, there were movements in the car. Despite the darkness, there were definitely little shadows. They may have not meant a great deal to anyone else but to her trained eye they said everything. The only question was whether he was in the car alone or whether he had company. 

The blonde's thoughts were interrupted by a light tap on the driver's window. She looked across at the gun pointing through the glass. The barrel moved in an upward and downward motion and she obeyed the unsaid instruction. As she lowered the window, a well worn face peered in. 

"Watch doin'?" a deep voice asked, the gun trained on her.

Holly began to move but was stopped in her tracks.

"Uh-uh!" the guy uttered in admonishment. The gun waved gently from side to side as if to reinforce the point. "I asked what you're doin'!"

Holly eased back slightly in her seat and slightly tugged open her jacket so that he had a better view. Her trained eyes followed his gaze as it dropped to the swell of her breasts above her thin black top. The momentary distraction allowed her hidden hand to pick up the silencer at her side.

"I'm looking for a little action," she softly breathed. "Are you?"

She watched the well worn face break into a grin. 

"Well, Jimmy has some action over there, so why not me?" he laughed.

As he spoke he nodded across at the gas-guzzler. That was all the time Holly needed. Her movement was a blur as the shot hit him directly between the eyes. The only sound other than the soft spit was the dull thud as his body collapsed to the ground.

Her eyes returned to the car across the street. So, Jimmy was inside and was entertaining a guest. That made life easier. Much easier. She killed the switch above her head to keep the car in darkness but something stopped her as she tried to slip out of the car. 

The thug's fallen body must have lodged itself against the door. Cursing, Holly manoeuvred herself out of the passenger side. 

To avoid any complications when she returned, she pulled the heavy body to one side. Staying in the shadows, the blonde stealthily slipped across the street and glanced around to ensure that the vicinity remained clear. As she approached, she could hear the fucking sounds from inside the vehicle.

It was not difficult to remain out of sight of the wing mirrors and Holly allowed half a minute or so to adjust her eyes to the shapes inside the vehicle. Jimmy and his entertainment were in the back. It seemed the buxom blonde was riding him for all she was worth. She felt a momentary shudder of arousal coarse through her own body as she watched.

"Yeah, fuck me doll," she heard him grunt. 

His words seemed to motivate the dyed blonde as she bucked on him like a wild stallion. Holly watched as her hands pulled Jimmy's head against her naked breasts. The vehicle began to rock under her exertions. Her efforts did the trick as Jimmy's shouts made clear his moment had arrived. 

"I'm cumming doll," he groaned, "I'm fucking cumming..."

The timing was perfect. Holly pulled her silencer from the back of her trousers and tried the door. It made no difference if it was locked but was preferable to shooting through glass. It opened in one movement just as Jimmy was ejaculating into the bucking blonde. Holly put the gun against his forehead and pulled the trigger. 

She had returned to her car before the hooker quite knew what had happened and was speeding from the vicinity when the horrified screams erupted. 

*

When Carlos opened the back door of the limousine, Lauren found Samuel waiting inside.

She beamed at him as she sat beside him. "Samuel! What a surprise!" 

He laughed. "A nice one, I hope? Instead of meeting you at the restaurant, I thought you might like hoer-douvres?

As he said it, he pulled her close, placing her hand on the bulge in his crotch. He was already hard and his urgency was a major turn-on. There was no need to speak. Her deft fingers immediately went to work, unfastening and pulling until she fished out his pulsating member.

Her eyes were wild, wet and wanton as they met his. She slowly jerked the semi-erection for a few seconds. Only when she had him rock hard did she gratefully take him in her mouth. His immediate moans increased her arousal further and she took him all the way down her throat. 

"That's it, baby," he encouraged as her muscles went to work on him.

Lauren knew from the instant throbbing in her mouth that he'd been anticipating this for some time. He was already close. Rather than savour the moment, she wanted his immediate orgasm as if it would be some kind of triumph.

"Good boy," she whispered.

The porn queen slipped her hand inside his slacks and softly cupped his testicles. She felt him jerk in her mouth at the caress. With a self satisfied grin, she renewed her soft sucking as she gently squeezed his balls. It was like she'd set off an atom bomb. 

His hands tightly gripped her blonde locks as he came, his hips pushing upwards as he fired into her. She gratefully took every last drop. It was only when his proud member began to soften in her mouth that she reluctantly pulled away. 

Only then did she realise that the limousine had ground to a halt outside of their destination. Displaying his usual impeccable timing, it was only once they had tidied themselves that Carlos opened the door. She grinned at him as Samuel took her hand and walked her into the restaurant.

*

Daniel's day had not improved. Every success, from the first moment through to the final session, had been hard fought, with little in the way of hands to help improve his position. In other circumstances he might well have taken some chances to relieve the building frustrations but this was the Main Event. He was defending his title and his entire poker reputation was on the line. 

It was not about winning. His sole objective was to remain in the tournament for as long as he could. See out today, he kept telling himself, see out today. Forget the headache. Forget Katherine. Forget Grizzly's continual chirping in his ear. Find a way to stay focused.

It was the dealer who helped, with Pocket rockets. His immediate reaction was one of relief. At last he had been given something to play with. But then he could not shake the memory that it was this hand that had seen both he and Holly depart the final four only a couple of days ago. 

He instantly knew that was too negative a state of mind. He should have been thinking about how to capitalise on the hand. But doubts had started to creep in and that was not a good place to be. He decided not to slow play and to take the pot then and there. He raised five times the big blind. 

Grizzly on his left thought for a few moments before he doubled the bet. This was too good an opportunity to miss. Daniel allowed himself a considerable pause in an attempt to convey uncertainty. He then doubled the bet again, figuring that Grizzly might take the bait. He did. 

Without a second's hesitation, he pushed all-in. 

As Grizzly's stack was bigger, the call was a pivotal moment. The buzz from the table immediately spread to the surrounding tables. And with the possibility of losing the champion, it seemed that just about all the television cameras were being redirected to focus on the hand. 

It looked like the confrontation was the Event's first big TV moment.

Spectators rushed along the rail for a better view whilst some nearby players paused to watch. Daniel looked around, feeling like he was floating in a goldfish bowl. He was aware that all he could was to pray that those higher poker beings were not about to have a laugh at his expense.

Grizzly cursed as he saw Daniel's hand. He flung down his Queens and news of their cards was soon broadcast around the room. For some reason probably connected to his loss to Brunson, Daniel gave a relieved sigh. He had been hoping to see Ace-King, but at least Grizzly's hand wasn't the one Texas Dollie had despatched him with. Kings would have worried him. 




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Doubling up at this stage was just what he needed and would allow him to coast to the end of the day. With the weight on his mind, he would be more than satisfied to reach that survival objective. The day's rest would allow him decide his steps to find Katherine. After all the frustration of the day, the constant headache and general feeling of gloom, it seemed things were about to change for the better.

Until he saw the flop, that was. King-Queen-Nine.

Grizzly let out a whoop of delight. "That's what I'm talking about, that's what I'm talking about..."

The buzz now intensified to a fevered pitch as news of the champion's impending departure spread. Daniel felt claustrophobic. Lose with grace, he repeated to himself. Show some class. But that was not the easiest thought to hold onto with Grizzly rushing to his friends at the rail and informing everyone in a loud excited tone that he was about to bust Daniel's ass.

The turn was another King, giving Grizzly a full house. That brought further hollering and arm punching. Grizzly and his friends were ecstatic.

Daniel sat quietly and prepared himself for his exit. He only had two outs but neither was on his mind. Instead, he was deciding on what he would say when interviewed. He was steeling himself to calmly shake everyone's hand at the table, including Grizzly despite his behaviour.

The dealer's banged fist on the baize brought the card that changed everything. It was the card that Norman Chad regarded as the prettiest card in the deck. And at that moment, Daniel agreed. The Ace of Spades gave him a superior full house. 

Grizzly sank to the floor cursing and bemoaning his luck. With a handful of chips remaining, he was all but out. Daniel sat quietly and slowly raked in his chips as if he had been expecting the card all along.

"You are one cool customer," the Texan to his right remarked.

It was only then that Daniel realised that the rest of the table was unable to see the way his heart was thumping against his chest.

*    Lauren moaned as she lay naked on Samuel's bed. Throughout their meal, she had asked him about his business proposition but he had simply smiled and told her he would reveal all to her later in the evening. Louisa and Rachal were both out of town, he told her, and tonight they would make love. 

Fifteen minutes had passed since she had last asked the question, but since then she was aware she had done nothing but moan. Stretched out beside Samuel as his deft fingers continued exploring her overheated sex, his lips began to gently suckle her breasts. He'd been teasing her this way since they arranged themselves on the bed. 

Every time she attempted to move, or touch him, he gently pushed her back into position. And each time she began to approach her climax he eased off until she calmed.  When she did, he would begin again, softly stroking her vulva and caressing the stiff button that had arisen from its hood.

Lauren had opened her legs wider. Her movements and moans displayed the steady and constant rhythm of her arousal. But try as she might he would not let her reach her orgasm. She was dripping with desire as he teased each nipple, gently tugging each hard nub between his teeth. The insistent tempo of his fingers continued, taking her to fever pitch but then back down again.

"I need you to help me," he whispered as his lips licked around her swollen areola.

"Samuel, please," she begged, ignoring the comment. "Make me cum."

"I will," he responded. "As soon as you promise you'll help me."

"Oh, God," she gasped, her hips jerking. "Yes, yes, yes..."

His teeth tugged on her nipple again. 

"I have a couple of very important business clients coming to see me," he whispered. "One arrives tomorrow. The other the next day. I want you to spend time with them."

The exquisite feelings surging through her overheated body died as she realised what he was asking her to do. "What?" 

As she attempted to sit up, his fingers increased the pace again. Pleasure flooded back through her.  She gave a soft cry as she bounced back down on the expensive sheets. She was horrified. But she could not help the way he controlled her body. She gave up as he took her back towards an orgasm. But just as her hips began to jerk upwards again in her effort to achieve the release she craved, he expertly eased off again.

"Say, yes," he whispered, his tongue running along her neck.

"No way," Lauren spat, desperately trying to push herself against his hand. "I'm sure you can find plenty of other girls for them to fuck!" 

Her mind told her to get off the bed but her body confirmed that she badly needed to reach her orgasm first. She pushed against his hand again and once she allowed him to get her there, she would be out of the door and out of this man's life forever. 

"You are right," he purred, licking around her neck. "But not one who is such an icon in her industry. Believe me, fucking Lauren Buchanan will be regarded as quite a coup!"

The bastard. Enough was enough! She began to shove him away but this time she felt him slither down her body and replace his fingers with his mouth.

"Oh fuck!" she cried, flopping back again.

His tongue began to take her towards the finishing line. "Besides," he said, flicking gently at her clitoris as he stared up into her eyes. "If you refuse, I'll end Grace's career..."

Lauren gasped out loud at the threat, her eyes widening in disgust. But just as she began to push him off her, his lips returned to her clitoris and sucked it inside. As he rolled it around the inside his mouth she was unable to stop herself. She grabbed his head as she climaxed, screaming out as she spurted all over his face. 



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CHAPTER FOUR: INVESTIGATIONS

Holly was wrapping herself in a fluffy, cream towel after a long, pampering soak in her jacuzzi bath when her cell phone rang. From the tune, she knew this was the second of her phones and the one that only rang on specific occasions. As was her routine, she allowed it to ring and then waited to see if the caller left a message. Thirty seconds later the message came through.

It took her an instant to retrieve it and she leant back against one of the four pillows as she returned the call.

"You left a message," was all she said when she heard the voice at the other end. 

"I have to congratulate you," came the voice she recognised as Joshua Smith's. "A very professional operation from what I understand."

"That's what you paid me for," Holly responded. Although it was her normally unbreakable practice to conduct 'business' by telephone, she always kept conversations to the minimum.

"Quite," responded Joshua. "The money reached your account?"

"I would not have executed the plan otherwise," she softly responded, speaking in the usual Irish accent to disguise her voice.

"And I believe I got two for the price of one..."

"Consider it a bonus," Holly replied, taking a sip from the chilled bottle of water. "No extra charge."

"You ran into a problem?" Joshua asked.

Holly frowned and sat forward on the bed. This conversation had lasted long enough.

"Was there anything else?" she abruptly asked.

She heard the sigh at the other end, followed by a pause.

"Yes. I explained during our first conversation that there were three people who damaged my business. You told me you would only accept... er, the job... one by one. I now need to engage you on the second."

Holly took a long drink as she eased herself from the bed and walked to look out of the window. 

"One arrangement at a time is correct," she mechanically said. "The price is the same. Send the details by the same method. When the money is confirmed, I'll execute the plan."

"Everything will be in place tomorrow," came the reply.

"Tomorrow then," said Holly, immediately ending the call.

If she made it through the Main Event today, that would cause a small problem for her tomorrow. But then she was used to problems. And poker was only a cover. She knew where her priorities lay.

*

Lauren's heart pounded when she heard Grace's voice at the other end of the telephone.

"Hello, young sister of mine," Grace said with a smile in her voice. "I got your message, thanks. How is life in Los Angeles?"

"It's all good, Grace," Lauren lied sheepishly. "What about with you?"

"Fantastic. I have to go into a recording in five minutes and will call you again later," Grace responded cheerfully. "But you said your call was urgent."

"Recording?" asked Lauren. 

Her purpose in ringing Grace was to make sure that everything was going well and that Samuel wasn't coercing her into entertaining his clients whilst at the same time trying to undermine Grace. If she was to meet his requirements, she first of all wanted to ensure that her sister was okay. It seemed she was.

"Another album," Grace gleefully said, her voice upbeat. "I can't tell you how well things are going."

That was all that Lauren needed to hear.

"But what's so urgent?" Grace continued.

"N... Nothing," Lauren stuttered as she sucked her lip. "I had... a bad dream last night and just wanted to make sure you were fine."

Grace laughed, her voice dancing over the airwaves. "You're crazy," she laughed. "But I'm fine thanks, Lauren. In fact, things couldn't be better."

Lauren felt a mixture of relief at her sister's happiness and a concern in the pit of her stomach that she would have to meet Samuel's terms.

"That's great. Oh, by the way, I bumped into Samuel the other day."

"Really," said Grace, and it seemed to Lauren that her voice brightened further. "That man has been so good to me, how is he?"

Lauren gave a soft sigh of defeat. 

"He's good," she replied. "I won't keep you, I'll tell you more when we speak later."

"Great," Grace responded. "And you can bring me up-to-date with life as the queen of adult movies. I do envy you Lauren, do you know how long it is since I was with a man? This reputation they've cultivated for me is driving me mad."

Lauren scrunched her lips together and gave an ironic grunt. 

"And I bet you are getting laid every night?" Grace laughed. 

Lauren was pleased Grace couldn't see the expression on her face as she sighed heavily. You have no idea, she sadly thought. You have no idea!

*

Katherine was naked as she gazed out of her bedroom window onto the expansive gardens below. She was well aware that she was smoking her third cigarette of the morning but her thoughts were focused on the events of the last forty-eight hours. 

She knew she should have telephoned Joshua, but was also aware that her life would be in severe danger should she even contemplate such a thing. She was equally worried about Daniel. It was quite possible he would go to the police and that could prove her downfall also. 

The only thing she was sure about was that she needed to sit tight and follow the rules Big Eddie had laid down. And she was determined to do exactly that. On reflection, her position and lifestyle in Joshua's employ had been deteriorating since that bitch Carly had appeared on the scene. And whilst she still had hopes for Daniel, she knew she could do far worse than hook up with Big Eddie.

Such was her concentration on her thoughts that she did not realise her new benefactor had quietly entered her room until she felt his lips on her neck. She heard him laugh as she jumped at his touch.

"God, Eddie, you nearly gave me a heart attack," she gasped.

She attempted to turn towards him but he held her in position facing the window. When he pressed against her, she realised that somehow he was naked, too.

"Lost in a world of your own," he remarked. "I wonder what thoughts were running through that pretty head?"

It was as if he had set her a challenge. As he spoke, she felt his strong hands run up her sides, tracing along her waist from her hips to her breasts, before he cupped them gently.

"I was thinking that I may have fallen on my feet with you," she half truthfully replied, her nipples rising against the warmth of his black palms.

"I'm sure you will get a number of opportunities to prove your gratitude," he growled. "Better make sure you take them."  

"Oh, I will, Eddie," she purred, pushing her bottom back into him to emphasise the point.

She could feel the response between his legs and placed her hands over his. She rotated her buttocks against him whilst both pairs of hands caressed her tits. Katherine sighed with arousal. His butterfly kisses along her neck was sensational. The way his thumbs and forefingers took possession of her hard nipples sent a delicious shiver through her. 

As she pressed harder backwards against him, she could feel his erect manhood pushing into the valley of her buttocks. A soft moan escaped her lips as his cock slid between her legs. She placed her hands against the window pane to steady herself. But as much as she wanted him to, it appeared he was not yet ready to fuck her.

Instead, his tongue licked along her neck, across the top of her shoulders, and then left a wet trail behind as it moved deliciously slowly down her back. His hands left her breasts as he gently lowered himself behind her, his teeth now nipping at her buttocks. Once on his knees, he slid around to sit in front of her and wedged his back against the wood beneath the long window. 

As his fingernails dug into her buttocks and he pulled her hot sex to his mouth, Katherine arched her back and watched her breath steam up the window. She thrust her hips forward, groaning as she felt his tongue taste her. 

He seemed intent on taking his time and slowly licked back and forth along her hot furrow before taking her slippery clitoris into his mouth. She cried out as he gently worked on it, as if attempting to suck her orgasm right out of her inner core. It took only seconds before her climax overwhelmed her. 

The redhead took one trembling hand away from the window to grasp his head, keeping it tight against her as she shuddered. Throughout her orgasm, his wonderful mouth kept sucking. The gentle stroking of his fingertips along her thighs prolonged the sensation until she felt weak. 

This man was a thoughtful lover, she realised, and for him to have been as tender with her as he had brought tears to her eyes. She knew from experience that other men would have just used her for their own pleasure. 

She wanted to repay him. At last she let go of his head, sinking down to straddle his body. With his back against the wall, he was fully under her control and she loved the dominance she felt. 

Her hand snaked between them to guide his black shaft to her aching sex. His eyes were half closed as she enveloped his thick cock completely. He made her feel deliciously full! She gasped, lovingly taking his head between her hands. His face remained slick from her juices and she tasted herself as their mouths and tongues urgently entwined.

Katherine gave a soft cry of pleasure as his hands began to knead the fullness of her breasts. She began to undulate on him, her knees banging against the wall. 

She growled in annoyance, whispering, "Wait a second, baby." 

The panting redhead leant backwards so that she could rest her hands on the carpet behind her and then began to ride him. Men loved watching themselves driving in and out of her neatly trimmed sex. Eddie was no different. 

She fucked him with hard downward thrusts before pausing every so often to rotate her hips in small circular motions. The delectable friction of her clitoris against the very bottom of his cock with each rotation was almost too much and she realised she was close again. 

Her breasts began an erotic bouncing dance across her chest as she frantically resumed her downward thrusts. She needed to finish herself off. She leant backwards and dug her fingers into the carpet behind her as she gyrated on him. The sensation overwhelmed her. Her second orgasm arrived only seconds before she made him cum, too. 

Her body shuddered and her breath was shallow, but she was determined to milk every last drop of his seed. Her face contorted as she pulled herself forward and wrapped her arms around his strong neck. She jerked her hips down on him in rhythm with his intense spurts. She released a long, low howl of pleasure as she somehow reached a third, mini-orgasm.

Eddie held her close through her further climax, panting, "Fuck, Katherine, you know how to satisfy a man." 

It was then that he heard Tommy's wrap on the door. "Boss, Desmond's on the phone. It's urgent."

*

Holly was excited and nervous and as remarkable as she found it, it seemed her adrenalin was just as high as when she was carrying out the hit yesterday. She realised with a rueful grin that during the year in which she had learned to use poker as a cover for her primary occupation, this was the first occasion that she had actually experienced the full, unexpurgated thrill that it had to offer. 

That feeling had been prompted following a conversation with Daniel. He had told her of his exploits last year and her subsequent hour or so of internet research had seen her learn more about the Main Event and its history than she had in the previous twelve months. 

And although she still regarded the Event as a considerable second to her main occupation, the competitive instinct inside her drove a desire for her to try and emulate Daniel's feat. The likelihood was that she would never play in the Main Event again and she wanted to give it her best shot.

She looked at her first hand and saw the worst starting hand that the game had to offer. Smiling to herself, she decided to push Joshua and any thought of her last or next targets out of her mind and make an immediate mark. 

She raised in an attempt to steal the big blind but unfortunately for her, both the small and big blinds responded to the challenge. Holly gave a soft, inward, sigh and was starting to consider how aggressive she wanted to be post flop when the cards changed her thinking. 

Seven-Seven-Two.

After two checks, Holly did the same, attempting to induce a bet later in the hand. It came after the King on the turn. Small Blind raised the size of the pot and despite the sizeable bet against him, Big Blind pushed all-in. 

Holly sat quietly, attempting to put him on a hand. Pocket Kings would take her out, but that was the only hand that could harm her. If he held that hand, Holly figured that that Big Blind would almost certainly have re-raised her pre flop raise. Pocket two's was his most likely hand, she reasoned. 

"Come on tits," the Big Blind insultingly said. "It's a man's game. Women have no balls."

The others at the table laughed, looking across at Holly as if expecting her to cower away from confrontation.

"Highly original," Holly dryly replied, pushing her chips into the middle.

A buzz of expectation ran around the table and it seemed that Small Blind got caught up in the atmosphere. 

"I've got balls, too," he responded as if a macho stance was required, pushing the rest of his stack in and turning over Big Slick.

"You're out of your league," Big Blind responded. He flicked over his pocket two's to show his full house and added, "Okay, tits. Let's see 'em."

Holly slowly turned over her cards and the table gasped as they saw her better full house.

"Goddam it," Big Blind cried. "You fucking raised pre-flop with that crap?"

Holly made no response, sitting impassively as she waited for the dealer to administer the final coup de grace. There were no cards in the deck that could help either opponent.

"Fucking ridiculous," Big Blind snarled after the dealer flipped over the turn and river. 

He stood up aggressively, staring over at Holly. "You won't last another five minutes," he snarled.

"Maybe not Big Balls, but that will be five minutes longer than you," Holly responded, finally allowing herself a smile. "Now if you'll excuse me, I have some chips to stack." 

The other players at the table laughed as he grabbed his jacket and turned on his heels, following Small Blind to the rail. As he walked away, he began to regale anyone in his way on the injustice of life at the poker table.

"Okay, boys," Holly drawled, looking around the table through her dark sunglasses. "You can all see my tits so now let's see who really does have balls."

*

Parker was burning with anger. He was not going to be pushed around by Desmond, Big Eddie or anyone else, although common sense told him that Ming was correct and he needed to take care. He resolved to stay out of Desmond's way, but if and when the opportunity came along to make his mark, he would be ready.

He was hungry and it seemed easier to go out and eat rather than wait for the hood to return and cause another scene. He made his way out into the heat of the day and trudged along the few hundred yards to his favourite eating joint. As soon as he had grabbed an empty booth, one of the elderly waitresses greeted him warmly.

"Hi Parker, how's it going?"

He returned the friendly smile, feeling the warmth of her greeting help diminish the antagonism he was feeling inside.

"I'm good, Marge," he responded. "And you?"

"Never better," she beamed.

That was one of the things that Parker liked about Marge. She was always sunny, no matter what the situation. He allowed himself a long smile as he leaned back in the booth, cupping his hands behind his neck.

"That's good to hear. And Thomas?"

"Ah, he's as grumpy as ever," she responded, but then they both knew what her answer would be. She and her husband were like chalk and cheese.

"You want the usual?" she asked, her pen and pad at the ready.

"That would be good," Parker grinned. "But if you could hurry with that cold beer, I'd be grateful."

"Coming right up," she grinned, heading back to the bar.

*

It was early afternoon when Daniel walked into the Carousel Club. He had heard nothing further from Katherine and had decided that if his visit to the club was fruitless, he would have no option but to call in the police. As he stood at the bar and ordered a Jack Daniels, a beautiful oriental woman approached him.

"Hello stranger, I haven't seen you in here before."

Daniel smiled politely. "You would remember?"

Ming smiled back. "Oh yes, I'd remember. I know all our regular patrons and you are not one of them."

"You work here?" Daniel asked and immediately realised the stupidity of his question.

"I'm the Manager," Ming said, her keen eyes watching him closely. "You look like you have something on your mind. Looking for a girl?"

Daniel's eyes widened. "Well, yes. How did you know?"

Ming laughed out loud, raising her hand and sweeping the room. "We have lots of girls, stranger. That's what we do."

Daniel blushed. "Of course, a little naive of me! But there's one girl in particular I'm looking for."

"So you have been here before?"

"No, no," Daniel hurriedly said. "But I understand she may have worked here."

"Her name?" asked Ming.

"Katherine."

The oriental woman shook her head. "No-one called Katherine has ever worked here. What does she look like?"

"Redhead. About five foot six. Sparkling green eyes and, well, quite a body."

Ming smiled. She knew there was no Katherine but if it was a green eyed redhead he wanted, she could certainly help. 

"Not sure," she lied and watched his face drop. "But I'll tell you what, Rosie is dancing next," she added, nodding towards the stage. "She knows all the girls around here. I'll get her to talk to you straight after her performance to see if she can help."

*

Parker had just finished eating when the attractive girl approached his table.

"May I speak with you?" she politely asked, running a hand through her brunette locks.

His eyes creased as he attempted to recall whether they had met before. She answered the question before he asked it.

"You don't know me but I've heard of you," she softly said. 

"And what have you heard?" he cagily asked.

"That you own the Carousel Club. I'm looking for a job."

Parker smiled and resisted his first instinct, which was to immediately dismiss her. Girls were always approaching the club for a job.  But there was something about the way she stood, leaning to one side with her left hand on her hip, her full breasts pushing against her thin top, that made him hesitate. He nodded and she slipped into the booth, her leg pressing against his as she settled beside him.

"I said we could speak, not that you could join me," he rasped.

Her hand dropped onto his leg as she turned full on to face him. 

"It's Parker, isn't it?" When he nodded, she continued. "I really need a job, Parker. And I'll be very grateful."

As she spoke, her right hand moved along his thigh and lightly stroked his crotch. It was such an obvious manoeuvre but with this girl, it was an effective one, too. Parker began to feel himself react under her scratching fingers.

After a long pause whilst she brought him to full erection, he finally spoke. "Tell me more..."

He watched the girl smile, almost as if she had won. In other circumstances such a smile would have seen him turf her out on her ear, but her continuous stroking was proving to be a powerful aphrodisiac.

"There's not much to tell. I arrived in Vegas around a week ago and have been looking for a job since then. I've holed up in a cheap motel and my money has just about run out." 

He stared at her for a few seconds, his eyes taking in her features. She had something sexual about her face, her eyes. His gaze dropped; he could tell how delicious her breasts were going to be. He was entranced by the full outlines of the nipples that had appeared to grow as she had explained her position. He felt himself becoming more and more excited and his eyes dropped to her hand in his lap.




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"I'd be so grateful," she continued, knowing she was in the ascendancy as her fingers continued to caress his ramrod hard cock.

"How old are you?" he asked, forcing the words out of his dry throat.

"I'm nineteen," she confidently declared.

"Do you know what our girls do?"

"Yes, I do," she smiled, her fingers dropping to the zip on his slacks. She began to tug it down. "I'm thinking that this might be a kind of an audition."

As she spoke, Parker glanced around to make sure that they were not being observed. Satisfied, he closed his eyes for a few seconds as her hand sneaked in through the opening and her fingernails dragged across his boxer-covered stiffness. He felt her breath on the side of his face as she whispered in his ear.

"I mean, if you were a customer, Parker, how much would you pay for this?"

She somehow had freed his cock from his shorts and now eased it into the open, her hand jerking his shaft as she ran little kisses around his neck. He glanced around again as he felt the pressure inside him build.

"You passed the test," he croaked, needing to put a stop to the situation before he came.

"Uh-uh," she whispered, provocatively increasing her hand movements. "You don't really want Carly to stop now, do you?"

Parker saw Marge glance across at them and dropped his hand onto her moving arm, gripping it tightly but not yet moving it away.

"Uh-uh," she repeated. "You don't want me to stop, Parker. You want Carly to make you cum."

"Not... here..." he gasped, knowing how close he was. "Too... open..."

He knew they were attracting attention now but realised he was powerless to stop his incredibly sexy tormentor.

"Gonna cum," he gasped, knowing that she was seconds from making him spend.

Then her hand was gone. Just as he needed a couple more strokes, she had pulled it away from him.

"No, baby, not here, not yet. Let's wait until Carly has that job. And believe me, I'll make you cum like there's no tomorrow."

*

Daniel watched in awe as Rosie strutted her stuff. He had been in many similar joints previously and had seen lots of similar girls. But there was something about this one that caught his eye. 

He attempted to put his finger on exactly what it was but could not quite get there. Despite the sexiness of her attire, it was not just the skimpy black top, panties and stockings that she filled so well. There was another, indefinable quality that made his heart beat just a little faster.

Even the way she sashayed to the beat of the music that burst out over the sophisticated sound system had a touch of class about it. He needed to give himself a better view. As the redhead swayed and gyrated, he picked up his drink and walked over to a vacant table near the edge of the dance floor. Her entire performance was sexual and the way she moved had him hard in an instant. 

The red hair and green eyes reminded him of Katherine. He drained his glass as his thoughts briefly returned to the reason he was here. But as his eyes were immediately drawn back to the stage, he felt himself spellbound by the perfectly proportioned beauty performing in front of him. 

She caught his eye and continued to hold it as she danced, as if they were the only two people in the room.

And as the music reached its noisy climax and she rotated her hips one final time, she took a bow and smiled as if it was destined just for him. As she exited, he felt a hand on his arm and turned to see the Asian woman offering him another Jack Daniels. 

"Compliments of the house," Ming murmured, with a soft smile.

Daniel thanked her as he took it, but knew enough to appreciate that nothing came for free.

"I was watching you," she said with a soft smile. "I could tell how much you enjoyed the performance!" 

Daniel nodded and gave a soft sigh. Ming laughed.

"Yes, she's good, isn't she?" She leant a little closer, her slim body brushing against him. "Not only is she my best girl, she has a heart of gold, that one. I spoke to her just ahead of her act and told her you were looking for Katherine. If anyone knows her, Rosie will. Follow me and I'll take you to her."

With that, she turned on her heels. Daniel hesitated a second but knew he had no choice other than to follow her if he was to learn more about Katherine. He quickened his pace as he followed her through a side door and up the short flight of stairs. Ming opened one of the four doors along the small hallway and allowed Daniel to step inside. 

He stared at the bed in front of him and the mirrors adorning the walls but as he turned to speak, Ming was already on her way out.

"I'll get Rosie for you," he heard her say just as the door closed behind her. 

He nervously glanced around. The room was clearly made for sex and he realised he still felt a stirring from Rosie's performance. When she walked into the room, she had changed into dark red lingerie.

"Sorry to keep you waiting," she said, her full lips parting in a smile. "I had to shower."

"Wow," said Daniel, staring at her near perfect body. 

Her full breasts spilled over the top of her brassiere and the small thong left little to the imagination. Like Katherine, a few delicious freckles were dotted around her body and he involuntarily licked his lips. When she laughed, he jerked his gaze back to her face.

"Well, thank you," she purred. "There was something about that look that seemed a real compliment."

Daniel gave a shy smile and murmured, "Believe me, it was."

He sighed softly and for a few seconds they both looked at one another before Daniel extended his hand. 

"I'm Daniel," he simply said.

Rosie laughed again. "Well that's a new one," she said, watching his face crease in puzzlement. 

"Men usually try and grope me when they first meet me, not shake my hand," she explained.

He watched as she covered the distance between them and, ignoring his proffered hand, gave him a warm hug. He could smell the scent of vanilla on her shiny hair and felt himself holding her for a few moments longer than was necessary.

"And I am Rosie," she said, pushing back a strand of red hair that had fallen across her left eye. 

She walked to the small table and picked up the bottle of Jack Daniels, pouring two small glasses. Her intelligent green eyes held his as he handed one to him. 

"Ming said you were looking for someone," she softly said, drawing his thoughts back to the reason he was here. "What's her name?"

"Katherine! She's a redhead, too. With freckles."

Rosie laughed out loud and he realised the stupidity of his comment. As he sighed, his eyes flicked to the freckles on the wonderful cleavage that threatened to burst over the top of her brassiere. He heard her give another laugh as she gently touched his arm.

"And, thank you again," she purred. "Every time you look at me, your eyes seem to give me a compliment."

Daniel laughed with her. "I guess that's right," he responded. "But I didn't realise I was so easy to read."

"Your eyes are," she smiled back, walking over and sitting on the bed. "If I can give you some advice, don't take up poker for a living."

Daniel gave an amused smile and shrugged his shoulders. Rosie looked in puzzlement before bursting into laughter, too. 

"Don't say..."

Daniel nodded bashfully.

"Any good?" she asked, her eyes gleaming at him.

"I do okay," he modestly responded.

"Hmmm, I bet you do," she answered after a moment's thought. "Do you wear sunglasses?"

He shook his head, grinning at her.

"You should. Just to keep those eyes covered!"

Daniel laughed. "Nah, the other players aren't as good as you at reading me."

They both gave soft smiles, enjoying the easy conversation. Rosie tapped the bed beside her and Daniel nervously sat down. She took his hand.

"Is Katherine your girlfriend?"

"No," he said. "Long story but until the other day I hadn't seen her for a year."

"And you want to see her again?"

"It's not that," he explained. "She went... missing. I'm worried about her and need to make sure she's okay."

She smiled, and nodded as if she was satisfied with what he said.  "Want me to put some feelers out? I know a lot of people around here."

Daniel nodded, looking down as her fingers stroked his hand. "Yes. Yes please, Rosie."

She smiled that intoxicating smile of hers and pulled his face to hers. "But that's not the only thing you need right now," she purred.

Her hold tightened as he tried to pull back and her soft green eyes held his as she moved in for a kiss.

"Don't fight it," she whispered. "I'm good at reading you, remember?" 

*

Big Eddie picked up the telephone from its cradle and carried it to the large window. He watched the heavy drops of rain splatter against the window as Desmond told him they had a problem.

"What sort of problem?" he rasped. His tone implied that Desmond needed to quickly get to the point.

"It's Jimmy," responded Desmond. "He's dead."

"Dead?"

"He was hit last night. So was Ginger."

Big Eddie's face creased in anger. This was fucking unbelievable. "Do we know who took them out?"

"Not yet," said Desmond.

"The fucking Smith's!" exclaimed Big Eddie.

"Could be, boss."

"Fucking revenge for what we did to Mario," Big Eddie spat.

"It's possible, boss. But they're not the only enemies we have..."

"It's them, I feel it. Check it out, Desmond. If it is them, we'll act and fast."

"I'm on it, boss," Desmond responded.

The line went dead and Big Eddie's black fingers punched in a number. 

"Mr Johnson," he said. "It's Eddie. That contact we have used from time to time. I need you to find out whether they are available. If so, get their number for me."

He softly cradled the phone and stood silently for a few seconds. This needed sorting. 

*

Daniel had already cum twice but still Rosie would not allow him to rest, as if they both knew he was more than just another customer. She used her skilful mouth to bring him back to a fully hardened state and sat him in the large chair in the corner of the room. Their erotic reflections glared at him from the mirrors as she reversed her sensational body down onto him. 

He closed his eyes and reflected that although he had only been back in Vegas for a couple of days he was fucking, and being fucked, by his third different woman. 

But his thoughts were jerked back to the moment when Rosie eased her hand onto his cock. She slowly and sweetly guided him against her, teasing her oily sex with his cock like a dildo. Two strokes along her soft channel, two taps against her excited button, and she impaled him inside her hot body. 

The sensation as she began to fuck him was electric, but this time it seemed she was more focused on her own pleasure than his. She threw her arms back behind her and wrapped them around his neck as she pounded down on him, his hands grasping her bouncing breasts as she arched her back in her search for fulfilment. 

When she began to release what were now familiar small yelps of pleasure, he knew her orgasm was seeking her out. He held her trembling body as she began to climax and waited for the animal like wails he had heard twice previously. As she came and came, it seemed to him as if her sex sucked him in even harder than her mouth had.

The way she lost herself in her orgasm was a major turn-on for Daniel and he felt her wildness bring his own third climax on like a steam train. 

He thrust his hips upwards, her legs widening to accommodate his need even during the intensity of her orgasm. As she continued to buck on him like a rodeo horse, he ran his fingers down across her trimmed strip of thick red curls and began to caress her sensitive clitoris. 

His fingers immediately teased her into yet another explosive orgasm and this time, Daniel could not help but cum with her.

*

Lauren knew she was there to be shown off. After all, she was the Porn Queen to be displayed on the arm of one of Samuel's most important clients. And as the elevator headed upwards towards the party suite, Samuel's threat reverberated around her mind. 

"As talented as she is, I made Grace and I can break her. Believe me, Lauren, I have video's of her that would make even one of your movies look tame. Just do as I ask this week and then I'll never ask a favour again."

And whilst she knew she could not trust a single word, she was also aware that she had no choice. Grace had worked so hard to get where she was and for her sister's sake, she simply had to go through with this. 

She wore the short, backless, flame red dress that Samuel had supplied and insisted upon. It hugged her curves and displayed her impressive cleavage which wanted to escape over the top of the low front. Clearly, he wanted her to make an impact!

As an added incentive, Samuel had allowed her to wear a matching diamond necklace, earrings and bracelet. She felt like a million dollars as she exited into the soft lighting of a small, pale yellow, lobby. She held her head high as she made her way to the far door where she was greeted by an elderly woman in a classically long evening gown. 

"Hello," Lauren softly said. "I'm here to meet Mr. Williamson."

The woman smiled kindly at Lauren. "Senator Williamson," she corrected.

Ah, that explained it, thought Lauren. No wonder Samuel regarded him as such an important contact. And that was why she had to meet him in the privacy of a private party. It was too dangerous for them to be seen in public together.

"Enjoy your evening," the woman beamed. "I believe the Senator is waiting near the bar."

Lauren thanked her and as she walked away, she heard the woman whisper under her breath. "That's where he usually is."

Although the comment made her stomach lurch she had no choice other than to continue on her way. The loud hum of music and conversation flooded out as the door opened before her. The inside of the large room conveyed the feeling of an exclusive nightclub, with the busy central dance floor gently rotating to the beat of the music.  As she walked across to the bar area, her eyes were drawn to the broad archways on both sides of the floor, each hosting an impressive chandelier. There were hundreds of people talking and drinking around her and she was sure she recognised a number of faces. Probably from the entertainment world. 

Her already tiny dress felt smaller as she crossed the room. It felt like all eyes were trained on her. Her shapely legs were exposed, her back was all but bare, and even the front of her dress did nothing to conceal her cleavage. As she neared the bar, a middle aged lady emerged from soft green lighting that embraced the curved booths to her left. The woman's fixed, formal smile alighted on Lauren.

"May I help?" she asked.

"Mr.... Senator Williamson," Lauren responded.

The fixed smile remained as she turned back towards the booths. "This way," she proffered. 

She led Lauren towards a small group and the blonde immediately recognised Luke Williamson from the photograph that Samuel had supplied. With his pencil thin moustache and grey hair, he looked even more distinguished than in the eight by ten glossy. 

The men stopped talking as she approached, all eyes seemingly appraising her body as her escort slipped away to greet another guest. Lauren took a deep breath as she walked straight up to the Senator.

"Luke," she said in a much more confident voice than the way she was feeling. "It's so good to see you again."

"Gentlemen," he said to the men around him. "This is Lauren. Didn't I tell you she was beautiful?" 

He took a step towards her and slipped an arm around her as he kissed her on the cheek. He acted as if they had known each other for a while, although she was sure that as he introduced her, all the men would have known differently.

"Would you like a drink, Lauren?" he softly asked, his eyes bulging at the sight of her cleavage.

"Please," she softly said. "Are you drinking your usual?"

Luke grinned as she slipped perfectly into her role. 

"The finest, dry white wine," he said. "Would you like the same?" 

She eased the glass out of his hand and took a sip. "Delicious," she said. "Yes, please." 

After the waitress brought two fresh glasses, Lauren clinked hers to his before she took a sip. She leaned confidently into him and softly kissed him on the lips, smiling sweetly into his surprised eyes. 

"Here's to a wonderful evening, Luke," she softly said. 

Then looking at the other men who were following every word whilst ogling every curve, she added, "And to a fabulous night."

*  

Holly had run over her table all day, her confidence high after her win in the first hand of the play. It had increased her chip stack and immediately improved her table image. 

She'd won a number of hands without cards as a result, not once having to show her cards. And good fortune decreed that when someone did stand up to her, she invariably had the goods. It was five hours of power poker and her stack had increased fivefold.

The third interval was the dinner-break; several thousand hungry players and their friends and families all vying to secure some sustenance. Daniel had previously told Holly that it would take her almost that long to fight her way through the crowds. He'd suggested she find an eating alternative. 

As she headed to her room, passing stream after stream of poker hopefuls, her decision to pre-order a sandwich there gave her some comfort.

After the adrenalin of her morning excitement, and then five hours of heavy-duty concentration and near perfect poker, her energy was sapped. Holly needed to rejuvenate. Sex and sleep were perfect ingredients for her body right now, but the short timing made the former impossible and the second unlikely. 

The blonde pulled two high-energy drinks from the refrigerator. The first lasted only seconds while she savoured the second with her club sandwich. She set the alarm on her cell phone to allow a twenty-minute power-nap, a technique that was invaluable in her normal line of work. She reasoned that the short sleep, food and high-energy drinks should all combine to help her cruise through the rest of the day's play. 

What she hadn't considered was that her need for sex would outweigh her requirement for sleep. She looked at the clock. There wasn't long, but that itch just had to be scratched.

It took seconds to shed her black blouse. The nipples on her naked tits hardened in the cool air. Her horniness seemed to touch every fibre inside her aching body. Her black jeans quickly followed. She caught her reflection in the mirror, naked except for the little black thong. She looked as hot as she felt.

The small vibrator she pulled out of the drawer was a Pocket Rocket. The fast rotational speed was perfect for the short time she had available. The low hum as she switched it on increased her wetness and she circled it around each tit, and then across each nipple. With a soft sigh, she trailed it slowly down her stomach and to her pussy. 

Her body jerked as she slipped it under the thong. A soft moan escaped as she ran it across her clit. Fuck, that felt good. Let the small vibrator do the work. That was the secret.

She dragged the shivering length along her wet folds. Despite her time constraint, she wanted to prolong the moment but the fast vibrations were already beginning to trigger an inevitable climax. Her original plan to tease herself first was swept away by her increasingly urgent need. 

The blonde thought of Daniel as she thrust it all the way inside. It was his cock. The pace of her breathing sharpened. One hand went to her breasts; the other dragged the thong down her legs. She urgently kicked it away and immediately dropped her other hand to her clit as the machine happily hummed inside her. 

Her body began to shudder as the fantasy took shape behind her closed eyes. A soft gasp escaped as she imagined Daniel fucking her. Her back arched. Her head dug back deep into the pillow. The Pocket Rocket was doing its work, as was her recollection of Daniel's body. 




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Her body began to shake and the deep, liquid orgasmic wave swept over her. She didn't care if anyone heard her howls. 

Just as she began to recover from her climax, the thought of Daniel's cock between her tits popped into her mind. Fuck! Her pussy and clit started to contract again and a second orgasm ripped through her. 

She only just made it back to the table seconds before play recommenced.

*

Lauren looked around the room from her seat in the luxurious chair. As she expected, the Senator had the best suite available for the money. She quietly sipped at the champagne he had ordered whilst gently twirling her glass in her hand. Despite herself, she found she was enjoying this. 

"You were simply wonderful, Lauren," Luke said. He slowly adjusted the dimmer switch, dropping the soft, yellow lights to a more romantic candlelight level. "It was as if you really were my girlfriend and we had known each other for ages."

She smiled and purred, "Do you think we fooled them?"

He laughed as he flopped down on the edge of the king sized bed. 

"Not at all, they all know the score. But dammit, every single one of them wanted to be me tonight."

Lauren smiled in appreciation as she slowly rubbed her foot against his leg. He chuckled and Lauren could see the desire in his narrowing eyes as her foot slid upwards. 

"You made my night, Lauren," he gasped. "Hell, you made my year! You are so unbelievably beautiful, honey. Every man in that place was staring at you! I'm very grateful and I want you to know that."

Lauren's sexy smile widened at his words. She loved his Texan accent. She held his gaze as she slid to her knees and slowly closed the short distance between them.

"How grateful, baby?" she asked as her pink lips nuzzled his neck and her tongue licked around his ear. 

"I've wanted you all night," he gasped.

He leant back against the cream, silk blankets as he surrendered to her touch and she pulled her face back to lightly stroke his face. 

"You don't have to wait any longer," she whispered.

"How long have you worked for Samuel?" he stupidly asked.

She pulled away, the sensual mood instantly broken.

"I don't work for Samuel," she answered, her silky voice now cold.

"It sounds like I've touched a nerve," he said, a genuinely pained expression on his face. "I'm sorry." 

"Yes, you have," she answered. "He coerced me to be here. But then, you have business interests with him, so you'll know that." 

"Lauren..." he stammered but her flaring eyes made him stop and think through what he was going to say. 

He gave a nervous laugh before starting again. "I have no business interests with him," he responded. "That man is in some trouble and looking for protection. I can't help him."

"In trouble? Good," Lauren softly responded, her eyes beginning to soften.

"But Lauren, please believe me," he began in a clumsy attempt to reassure her. "I don't want you to do anything against your will and if he coerced you..." 

She stilled him with a finger to his lips.

"He did coerce me," she confirmed. "So what are you saying, Luke? We don't need to fuck if I don't want to?" 

"That's exactly what I'm saying," he offered, although his eyes told a completely different story.

Lauren shook her head as her fingers went to the buttons of his shirt. As she unbuttoned him and then roughly pulled off his shirt, she raised her eyebrows.

"So if I say no, you won't fuck Lauren?" 

His slacks were next, followed by his boxers, and then he was naked with his semi erect manhood rising before her eyes. She was in tease mode, but saw the internal struggle in the Senator's eyes. He seemed unsure how to respond to her fluctuating mood.

She stood up and seductively wriggled out of her slinky, little dress. His eyes flew open, awestruck, at the sight of her in just a red thong. 

"Okay, baby. Now, what if I tell you not to fuck, Lauren?"

His eyes grew even wider as she slipped the thong down her legs. They clouded over as she slipped a finger into her mouth, sucking on it gently as if it was a cock. She could practically see the lust filling his eyes as they followed her other hand down her naked body. 

She cupped her left breast long enough to pinch her already hard nipple, then down her flat stomach. She teased the silver ring that pierced her navel, gliding the tips of her fingers through the triangle of thick, blonde curls that framed her thighs. At last, it dropped between her thighs.

She was wet. And the way the Senator's manhood had risen majestically between his legs only made her wetter. As she sat back down on the bed, she was sure it twitched as she leant forward to kiss along his thighs.

"You can't fuck Lauren unless she lets you," she teased, her dark brown eyes fixed on his as her tongue continued to draw small circles on his skin.

She raised her eyebrows as if asking a question as she ran her slippery tongue across his round, purple head. She licked it as if licking ice cream from the top of a cone. It was only when he reached for her blonde hair that she sucked him inside. She put on a show for him, her blonde head enthusiastically bobbing as her mouth ran up and down the shaft. Her profession had taught her how to suck good and make it look good. 

"Oh, fuck, Lauren," he groaned, running his fingers through her hair. 

She pulled away, giving him a playful grin. She traced her expert tongue along his length, bathing it in saliva before taking him back in her mouth. This time, she smoothly took him down into her throat, her lips wrapped around the root.

"Oh, fuck, Lauren! I'm gonna cum!" he rasped.

She pulled away immediately, taking his shaft in her hand and gripping it tightly. She shook her head. "Did I say you could cum?" 

She allowed him a few seconds to recover, watching as his breathing returned to normal and the tightness in his balls relaxed before continuing the exquisite torture. She sucked him slowly, gently, running her lips up and down his throbbing member. It was like playing with dynamite. He was close. She could feel it. And she loved that anticipation.

He grabbed hold of the sheets as he tried to hold back. Every time she felt him close, she eased off. She tried a different technique each time she returned. She sucked his balls. She corkscrewed her head. She tormented him once again with her throat muscles. The blonde porn star took him to the edge and back five times until she knew he could stand no more. Only then did she climb across him, replacing one set of lips with another.

The feeling was intense as he easily sank inside her wet body. She effortlessly slid all the way down onto his stomach, bringing an aroused grunt from him.

"Okay, Senator," she whispered as she leant forward and bit his earlobe. "You can fuck Lauren now!"

He responded with another grunt as his hands grasped her buttocks in an attempt to steady her. She ignored the meek attempt at control, increasing the pace of her undulating thrusts. She needed this and knew from the low moans beneath her that he would not last long. 

"That's good, baby," she whispered in encouragement. "That's good! Hold back, we're not finished yet."

She pulled herself from him and sank to her hands and knees beside him, offering herself to him in that most basic of ways.

"You like doggie style?" she enticed. "Come and finish me off, baby!"

He needed no further encouragement. He mounted her from behind, his length sliding along her neatly waxed furrow. The hot blonde grabbed his slick shaft and guided him home. She slipped a hand down onto her clitoris as he began to fuck her with short, fast thrusts. Her fingers rubbed the little nubbin as she met each push with her own. 

"Can't hold back," he gasped.

She took a quick glance over her shoulder. The Senator's face was contorted, pained. She frantically rubbed her stimulated clitoris, sprinting to catch up with him. She heard him croak behind her and suddenly felt his hot seed splash inside her. Rapid bursts fired against her inner walls. She exploded, too, burying her head into a pillow to drown her low wails of pleasure. 

"Fuck, Lauren," he eventually gasped as he collapsed on the bed beside her.

She smiled, reaching out to wipe a bead of perspiration that trailed along his forehead. "I think you just did, Senator."



Vegas: Bk 02 Ch. 05



CHAPTER FIVE: A SECOND HIT

Daniel looked around the Rio's breakfast area and caught the eye of his waitress. As she walked over, he winked at Holly and turned his attention back to Norman Chad.

"You guys are nicely positioned," the TV commentator was telling them. "Survive the first day, that's all you had to do."

Daniel wriggled in his chair. "I hear you, Norm. But for me it was a close thing."

Chad laughed. "Now what have I been telling you this past year about the Ace of Spades? I guess you'll believe me now?"

"I'm a believer," grinned Daniel, leaning forward and asking the waitress for two refills.

Holly raised her eyebrow. "The difference between success and failure can be the turn of a single card," she laughed.

"I wasn't expecting that card," Daniel conceded, pursing his lips. "I mean, usually you hope, but right then I thought I was on my way out."

"I saw the hand," Chad interrupted, sipping from his large glass of orange juice. "And I never doubted it. That card was always coming."

They all laughed. "But from what I gather," Daniel said, turning to look at Holly, "You had a stroll?"

"My luck came in the first hand," she softly said. "Not that I sucked out, other than I shouldn't have been in that pot. But I couldn't have paid for a flop like that."

"Perfect," agreed Chad, as the waitress refilled Daniel and Holly's drinks. She gave him a quizzical look. "The coffee is perfect, too," he cracked, watching as she beamed and walked away.

"And that hand also established my table reputation," continued Holly, pushing a blonde lock back into place. "I've had worse days!"

They all laughed again.

"Any tips for the lady?" Chad asked Daniel.

He wearily shook his head. "I think it should be the other way around. But Holly, there is a long, long way to go," he said. "It's a cliché, but it really is one hand at a time..."

She nodded, slightly arching her back. Daniel knew it was a deliberate movement but like Chad, couldn't help the fact that his eyes were now honing in on her divine breasts.

Holly smiled and said, "Steady boys!" 

The easy laughter that followed showed how comfortable the three of them were becoming in each other's company.

"The one thing I didn't expect was all the whooping and hollering," she said, changing the focus of the conversation. "And the trading of insults at the table. I know we've seen it to different degrees in other tournies, but in that room it was ridiculous."

"Same last year," said Daniel. "It's television."

He looked at Chad, who nodded. "Alas, that's true. The new breed of Internet players have seen the Hellmuth's and Matusow's of this world and take it as the norm. In the old days, it would've been viewed as disrespecting the game and sorted out in the parking lot."

"You must have a good memory of the old days, Norm," Daniel cracked. He and Holly laughed again as the television star looked aghast.

"Who needs enemies with friends like you," he replied with his familiar, deadpan look.

*

It was late morning when Parker walked into the Carousel Club. From her booth, Ming could survey everything going on around her. Her eyes narrowed when she saw her business partner. 

He could see her annoyance even at a distance and knew that she was still stewing on his run-in with Desmond. From the way her gaze slipped over his shoulder to Carly, he realised this was not going to be quite as easy as he had first anticipated.

The bar was quite busy, even for this early hour. He decided to take the bull by the horns and pushed his chest out as he made his way across to the booth. This was Ming's territory; he'd have to be strong. But he needed to get laid and the little brunette beside him was too fucking hot to resist.

He traded glances with Ming, whose eyes narrowed as she turned to look at the girl by his side. He felt Carly squirm uncomfortably as Ming stared her down. Her hand slipped into his. 

"Ming, this is Carly," he said coldly, a hint of aggression in his voice.

Ming's face remained impassive. 

"Hello, Ming," Carly said, her voice wavering with the nervousness she felt.

"Hello, Carly," Ming mimicked, and then turned her gaze to Parker.

"Well, Parker," she drawled, "You'll be pleased to know I eventually cleaned up your mess with our mutual friend yesterday. Why is it I have the feeling that another mess is coming my way?"

Parker straightened up, folding his arms across his chest in anger. How could she speak to him like that? Especially in front of the girl? 

"Our mutual friend can go fuck himself," he spat out.

"No, Parker, he'll fuck us if you cross him again." 

Parker smiled. "From what I gather, he took care of part of one half of that yesterday!"

Fuck! Ming's face coloured as he realised he knew. She turned her angry gaze across at Carly, who shrank back beside him. "I'm assuming you have another surprise for me?"

As Parker glared down at her, the beautiful oriental woman slipped her hands behind her neck. Neither spoke for the moment, a battle of wills.

"Well," Ming continued. "What did you promise her, Parker?"

"She's a new acquisition to our girls," he said, not backing off from the stare.

"We don't need a new acquisition, Parker."

"Then make room so that we do!"

Ming rubbed her eyes before leaning forward. She placed both hands flat on the table in front of her. Her gaze focused on Parker, completely blocking out Carly's unwanted presence.

"As the Manager, I'm telling you I have no vacancies." Her voice was cold and determined. 

Before he could respond, her eyes flicked beyond him and she cursed. Parker followed her gaze to Desmond. He was glowering at them he entered.

"Great timing," she muttered, starting to get up from her seat.

Parker put his hand on her arm. "Either she's hired or I go and throw the hood out."

She followed his glance as he looked over at Desmond.

"Parker," she spat. "If you knew how close we are to being taken over..."

"Then she'd hired," he said.

Ming made no response other than to continue to glare at him.

"Good," he said, removing his hand from her forearm. "Carly and I are popping out for some lunch. She can start this afternoon. I'll leave you to do whatever it is you get up to with your friend over there."

Her body tightened with rage at his sneering comment. She'd find a way to get even.

*

Daniel was suffering at the table. It was the same as his first day. Without cards or luck, it was difficult to repel the aggressive young bucks. One big pot, when he had flopped the nut flush, had been the sole reason he'd maintained his chip stack. But he knew that standing still was not good enough.

At least he was taking it on the chin, he thought. All around him there were a succession of bad tempered moans. And this time it was not only the amateurs. Phil Hellmuth was right in the thick of it. The so called Poker Brat was steaming and had been for some time. The subject of his latest outburst was a youngster to his left. 

The kid had gone all-in with Ace-Jack and Hellmuth had naturally called with Ace-King. When the young Scandinavian spiked a Jack on the river, Hellmuth's explosion of expletives lasted a good five minutes. As he looked around for sympathy, he spotted Daniel despite there being two tables between them.

"Worst players in the world around here, Daniel," he shouted across the tables. "Unbelievable!"

Daniel smiled sympathetically whilst Hellmuth went on yet another walkabout. He was determined not to become involved in the Poker Brat's angst and possibly be diverted from his own game. He was well aware of his own perilous position. 

Unfortunately for all within earshot, the very next hand Hellmuth hit Big Slick again. After a long pause, he chose to lay it down when the youngster went all-in. When Hellmuth eventually folded the kid flipped over pocket threes, resulting in another outburst. 

"Hey, Daniel, this idiot went all-in with pocket threes," he screeched. "Unbelievable! Pocket threes! These people can't even spell poker, let alone play it."

Without waiting for a reply, Hellmuth left the table again. He eventually wandered over to his wife who was watching by the rail. She gave him the same advice as she did just about every tournament.

"You've got to let it go, Phil," she told him. "Just let it go."

Daniel wiped it from his mind. He knew that his own tourney was on the line.

*

Parker pulled into the secluded car park beside his apartment and cut the engine. He smiled across at Carly. He had other things on his mind than lunch.

"Thank you for that," Carly purred, stroking his chest as she leaned into him. "I could kiss you!"

She was already closing in on his mouth as she spoke. Parker met her halfway, tilting his head as their lips crashed into one another. It was an urgent, sexual kiss and he felt his cock stirring as her wet tongue slipped inside his mouth. He slid his hand to her right breast and teased the hard nipple. His palm cupped her swell as he gently flicked the swollen tip. The brunette let out a low groan of pleasure.

After a few minutes of urgent kissing, she gently pulled back. "I only said a kiss..." 

His mouth dropped in frustration. The feel of her soft hand squeezing the growing bulge in his pants clued him in. A jerk of excitement ran through his tense groin. Carly smiled as she felt him grow under her stroking. 

"I got you the job," he groaned. It was as if he was seeking confirmation that she would keep her side of the bargain.

She grinned and nodded. As she gently unbuttoned her top, she slid down in the seat, leaning back against the door. Her pretty face gleamed with arousal. She pulled her top away, her fingers trembling. His breath caught at the site of the pointed peaks of her jutting breasts. Her erect long nipples were dark on her tanned skin. He watched transfixed as she edged her legs apart in an unspoken invitation. 

With a dexterity that amazed Parker, the brunette slipped a leg across the back of the seat, just over his shoulder. He could smell the heady leather of her heels. Her almond-coloured gaze held his as she manoeuvred her right leg on the dashboard. Those eyes shined with promise as her fingers crawled along her naked torso to the little skirt that hid her treasure.

Carly tantalisingly pulled her skirt to her waist. She wore no underwear. Parker felt his cock grow to its full extent as his eyes took in the dark curls between her legs. She lifted her bottom of the seat, offering herself. 

"Come and get it," she whispered, tonguing the top row of her pearly white teeth.

As uncomfortable as it was, Parker eased his bottom back into the door and ducked his head forward. He reached beneath her, grabbing a taut buttock with each hand. She had a nice round ass, he thought, as he squeezed the soft, peach-like skin. She let out a soft groan at his rough touch. He raised her hips towards his mouth. It was all she could do to hold on, slipping her fingers into his dark, crinkly hair. Unlike his hands, her lips were soft as they teased her inner thigh, his tongue feather light as it glided across her silky flesh. 

"So good, Parker, so good" she murmured. Her hands stroked his hair in encouragement.

Carly hooked the foot that was over his shoulder around his neck, drawing his head harder between her legs. As her left leg pulled, the other pushed against the windscreen, opening herself wider. The brunette frantically pumped her hips forward into him as his mouth found her vulva. This girl was hot!

His flicking tongue traced along the smooth folds of her heated furrow. His rock hard erection pushed uncomfortably inside the confines of his slacks. Her foot tightened around his neck; her need all consuming. Ignoring the cramped conditions, he took her slippery clitoris in his mouth. His sucking noises filled the car, mixing in with her cries. She dug her fingers into his scalp.

"Gonna cum, baby," she huffed. Parker whipped his tongue across her slick folds. Her hips jerked up as she ground in his face, spurting across his cheeks.

The brunette's gripping fingers didn't release him as she climaxed. Her writhing thighs threatened to squash his head. She humped against him again and again. Parker fought for breath. 

At last, she began to come down from her peak. She eased herself back into a sitting position and leant over to lick her juices from his face. He felt his cock pulsate.

"Baby," she growled into his mouth. "That was so good!"

"Let's go inside my apartment," he suggested. His heart was beating loudly.

She shook her head. "Uh-uh... I'm gonna fuck Parker in his car!"

"Someone might come..." he began.

Carly laughed out loud. "Someone just has! And now it's Parker's turn."

Within a few seconds she was naked. Her fingers unfastened his belt and he groaned at the metallic unzipping sound. Her probing hand slithered inside his boxers to secure her prize.

"Nice and ready for action," she hoarsely whispered.

Her long tongue flicked around his mouth as she gripped the hardened shaft. Her stroking elicited a series of short moans. She was not disappointed. 

Parker gasped as she crawled over him, draping a leg across his lap. Facing the windscreen, she steadied herself on his thighs, her soft buttocks resenting comfortably on his lap. Her naked breasts pressed into the cold steering wheel.

"Move the seat back," she whispered over her shoulder, wriggling her ass against him.

Parker's hand found the lever at the foot of the seat. It shot backwards, allowing a little more space. The brunette laughed as the settled back. She reached between them and guided his throbbing erection closer to her hot core. 

Parker gasped loudly as she rotated the bulbous head along her wickedly smooth slit. Her hips gently undulated against his needy cock as she stroked him along her wet sex. She indulged herself with several soft passes before guiding him to her slick opening. His loud moan told them both how much he wanted this. 

The brunette moved in slow, circular motions, fucking him gently. Her hands reached behind her to rest on his thighs. He attempted to coordinate his upward thrusts with her sensational gyrations. Just as he found the rhythm, she teasingly increased the pace. 

The brunette was determined to dominate. 

Parker slid his hands onto her sides, stomach and then up to cup her frantically bouncing breasts. He was used to being the aggressor and wanted to regain control.  His head slumped against her back as he rotated her diamond hard peaks between thumb and forefinger. 

Her gasps pleased him. But rather than slow her, his fingers and hands on her breasts simply increased her bucking hips. 

Her circular motions changed to savage up and down thrusts. He grabbed her hair and forced her to face him. Their tongues met and fucked each other's mouths. His free hand ruthlessly and kneaded her full breast.

The panted and moaned. The windows of the car steamed up. Carly was in full flow. As she bounced up and down, Parker pulled her back against him in an effort to stay with her. Their frantic fucking was matched by their moans. The intensity of the brunette's pounding was becoming too much. Parker knew he was unable to hold back. 

But even as his body tensed, he felt Carly's fingernails painfully dig into his thighs. She erupted in uncontrollable spasms. She threw her body against him. She shuddered as she arched back as if experiencing an earthquake. Her orgasm triggered his and with a final upward thrust he exploded, too. 

He grunted like an animal as he began to ejaculate inside her. One shot after another fired into her still jerking body. She arched back further, shoving her tits into his hand as he filled her with his hot cream.

They held onto each other for some time whilst they recovered. With a sigh, Carly turned her head again for one final kiss.

"Told you I'd be grateful," she gasped into his mouth.

*

Holly was relieved that the afternoon's play was concluding. Despite the long day, her mind had not yet switched onto the cards. The blonde was thankful she had got herself into such a good position on the first day. She was alert, but focused on her next hit. Despite the longer, dinner-break she would need to come up with an excuse for her time away from the table. 

She had used poker as cover for twelve months. This was the first occasion that the two specialities had so directly bumped into each other. She was finding it difficult to cope. 

Her frustrations were compounded as twice she had to move tables as others were knocked out. A mid-tournament move was always unsettling, but for Holly it was more so. She had just sussed out her opponents game each time she had been moved. Starting again, whilst planning her hit, had been both annoying and frustrating.

Being relatively card dead had not helped either. She couldn't complain after yesterday but today she was impotent. Particularly as one of the tournament chip leaders was seated to her immediate left. The tall Texan had been determined to bully the table and had been pretty effective at it, too. With big pre flop raises and subsequent 'betting on the come,' he had stolen pots with irritating regularity. 

Holly glanced at her watch after folding yet another to a raise from the Texan.

"How long to the break?" she asked the dealer. She already knew the answer.

"About a quarter of an hour, ma'am," came the polite reply.

"Thanks," she responded. "Guys," she said to the table, "I'm not feeling too good. I'm going to take my break as soon as the big blind has passed me and see if I can get some sleep. I'll be back in time for the start of the next session."

*

When Rosie had heard that Tommy 'needed' time with one of Ming's girls, she volunteered. All of the girl's knew that Big Eddie's men had free use of them whenever they wanted. The good bonus Ming paid made sure that they had no objections. 

"Why?" asked Ming with a frown. 

Tommy wasn't known for his pleasant demeanour. Ming had planned to pair him with Carly. That would serve the bitch right. And as the men could be a little rough, she had always tried to protect Rosie from that side. 

"I need the extra money," Rosie shrugged. The redhead knew she couldn't tell Ming she wanted to extract some information for Daniel. 

"But Tommy?" Ming repeated. "There'll be others." 

Rosie smiled. She wasn't very good at lying. "Please, Ming..." 

Ming gave a sigh of resignation. "Okay, babe. Take him to room 5." 

*

Holly watched Ming's exchange with the girl from her seat in the dark, back corner of the room. She wore low sneakers to disguise her height. She would usually have dyed her hair for such a public appearance but that was impossible. She would soon return to the poker tournament. Instead, her black baseball cap was pulled tightly down on her short, black wig. 

Her contact lenses gave her the appearance of having bright blue eyes and her ill fitting jacket gave no clues as to her weight of figure. Without closer inspection, it was difficult to ascertain whether she was male or female. 

The disguise had worked so far. Ming had not recognised her from her brief morning visit to the Club. The oriental woman had tried to engage her in conversation, but Holly had shrugged her off, explaining that she was waiting for her boyfriend. She complained of her blinding migraine and told the attractive oriental she no idea why her boyfriend had chosen that place to meet anyway.

That reconnoitre was worth its weight in gold. The blonde had established what was going on in the Club and the location of the doors to the bedrooms.  Her seat now was the closest possible to that site. And the darkened space provided a little anonymity. 

She watched Tommy saunter to the door behind the curvy redhead as if he owned the place. Holly's problem now was how to follow them without being seen. She had checked around the outside of the building for a good fifteen minutes on her arrival. There was no way inside from there. With Ming's eyes dancing across pretty much everything that happened on the floor, her options were limited.




Vegas: Bk 02 Ch. 05



*

Parker was unhappy. After his lunchtime session, he wanted sex again with Carly. Badly. But the ultimatum Ming had given him to stay away from her when she was working was proving an insurmountable barrier. 

He decided to seek out Julie. The young woman was unbelievably hot and he did not buy into the fact that she was faithful to her boyfriend. Everyone slept around when they could. Especially girls with her body.

"Please, Parker," Julie told him with an exasperated sigh. "You know I don't want this!"

She was determined to handle the situation herself. She knew she could not keep running to Ming. How she'd had allowed herself to get trapped in Ming's office with him, she didn't know.

"You don't like Parker?" he childishly asked.

"It's not that."

"Then you do?"

"For goodness sake, Parker," she exclaimed, running her hand through her short and sassy black hair. "This has nothing to do with liking you or not. I have a boyfriend and we're planning on getting married."

"That's good," he said, reaching across and stroking her forearm. "All the more reason to sow your wild oats before you get hitched."

"For fuck's sake, Parker! Can't you take no for an answer? Because it's the only answer you are going to get!"

He grinned at her. "I heard that you and your boyfriend are in money trouble," he drawled.

Her hazelnut coloured eyes widened. "Where did you hear that?"

He shrugged. "He likes to gamble apparently?"

She blushed. That was supposed to be a secret. Not even Ming was aware.

"Oh, I have connections in some of the casinos," he continued. "It seems he's a regular visitor to a couple of them."

Her blush deepened and the previous anger in her eyes was replaced by a look of anguish.

"I can help you," he drawled, reaching across to stroke her arm again.

The anger returned, but she did not immediately pull her arm away. "How? Getting me a job as one of the girls?" she spat out.

He shook his head. "No, that won't pay you enough. But I have a sideline that might just be the way out for you and your boyfriend's problems!"

He nodded at her in confirmation, his fingertips sweeping up and down the silky skin of her arm.

"Sidelines? Wh... what?"

"You interested?"

For a second she actually thought about it. Then it seemed as if she came to her senses. 

"I doubt I'll ever be interested in any of your schemes, Parker," she defiantly responded.

His face darkened for a second but then he suddenly smiled. 

"You should never look a gift horse in the mouth, Julie," he softly said. "Especially one that could solve all your problems."

She hesitated; should she ask him for more? He took advantage of the moment, pulling her towards him. It was too premature. The sassy brunette dragged her arm away, her eyes blazing once more. 

"Dammit, Parker! Don't you ever listen?"

He smiled as she stomped away. If her money problems were as serious as he'd heard, she would be back.

*

Holly glanced at her luminous watch. Time was running out. She decided she had no option other than to hope she wasn't noticed when she headed to the door to the bedrooms. Her final glance around stopped her as she began to stand. She quickly sank back down as a pretty girl headed over to Ming. 

The vivacious looking brunette was dressed too conservatively to be a dancer. It looked like she was crying. Halfway across the floor, she appeared to change her mind. She turned on her heels and ran back out of the room. Ming immediately followed. 

Within seconds, Holly had exited through the door to the bedrooms. 

She silently took the stairs two at a time. In the hour since she'd arrived, no other customers had been taken to the bedrooms. She felt confident that no one else was around other than Tommy and the redhead. She listened intently at each door. She heard them at the fifth, but the sounds were not those she expected. She heard raised voices.

"So you want to know all about Katherine, do you? Well, my little slut, perhaps when I've finished fucking your face and that sweet pussy, I'll take you up to Big Eddie's and introduce you him. That Katherine bitch seems to enjoy fucking him, we can see if you do, too!"

"I'm sorry," came the terrified female voice. "I didn't mean..."

"Shut the fuck up and turn around, Rosie. Let's see how you like it in your ass."

Holly's hand was on the doorknob and it easily gave way. What was it about people fucking behind unlocked doors? She eased the silencer from the back of her trousers and peeked through the crack. The naked man was pushing the struggling girl down on her stomach. He roughly held her there as he positioned himself behind her.

The noise they were both making was sufficient cover and she slipped inside. She tugged the baseball cap firmly down as she softly walked up to the bed. Her silencer was trained on the hood who was attempting to give the girl her worst nightmare. Rosie, he had called her? 

Then redhead turned her head as if to make one final plea and saw Holly. The assassin raised a finger to her lips but it was too late. The thug had seen her eyes widen. He whipped his head round.

Holly wasted no time. She put the silencer against his forehead and pulled the trigger. The naked hooker gasped as his body convulsed and fell against her. She opened her mouth to scream but Holly moved too quickly for her. She covered the redhead's mouth with her hand seconds before the girl fainted.

*

It appeared that Lauren's second date was a complete contrast to her first. Her instructions were to dress sexily and turn up at a high profile night club. She carried them out to the letter. If her short black dress with thigh length stockings didn't impress the flamboyant son of a local gangland boss, nothing would.

She paused at the front door of the exclusive club. It was one of those places where you wait for the bouncers to decide who's hot enough to get in. Her blonde hair bobbed on her shoulders as she strode past the long line of party-goers. She ignored the catcalls aimed her way as she walked past. Although the muscular black bouncer gave her an approving look, he held his hand out. 

"You might be hot, baby," he said. "But the queue starts back there..."

"I'm expected," Lauren confidently said.

She gave a provocative smile to the group at the front of the queue, blotting out their crude suggestions for her to return to the back of the line. 

"By Pepe Messi," she said, raising an eyebrow.

The bouncer conferred with his partner. They checked a small clipboard. 

"And your name is?"

"Lauren Buchanan."

The two bouncers smirked. "Mr. Messi is inside." 

*

For a few moments, Holly was unsure of her next action. Experience had taught her not to leave any kind of witness alive. Especially one that had seen her. But something held her back. It may have been a twinge of conscience after what the thug had threatened to do to the girl. Or it may have been that she felt secure in her disguise. 

But she knew it was neither. As she looked at the naked body of the unconscious woman on the bed, she felt a twinge between her legs. It had been a long time since she had felt a woman's exquisite touch.

The thrill of the hit had her heart racing, but the danger of what she was contemplating gave her a fresh rush of adrenaline. She got to her feet and checked the window. The ledge outside offered a way out of the building if the worst came to the worst. 

Shit, am I really thinking about this? she asked herself. She paused as reason fought for control. This was madness. Her steps to the door were laboured.  She was caught between two minds. Slowly, she reached for the latch. The wilful one took control. She locked it. 

Holly knew she was making life dangerous for herself with each passing second. But then she had a craving inside that would not be denied.

It took only a few seconds to ease Tommy's body onto the floor. The assassin was careful not to disturb the unconscious woman or make any noise. She didn't want company from the bar downstairs. She glanced one last time at the door. Still not too late to get out of there...

But she was beyond any reasonable consideration. She licked her lips as she looked at the sexy redhead before her.  She undressed quickly. The place she found for the silenced pistol under the bed was close enough for her to retrieve it in a split second.

Holly allowed her fingers to glide along the woman's skin. Rosie, she had heard him call her. Her fingers ran from the other woman's shapely calf muscles to her thighs. They trembled slightly as she took in the trimmed strip of thick, red curls above the beautiful petals of her sex.. 

"Fuck you look hot," she whispered, running her fingers through the tantalising springy bush.

She licked her lips in anticipation. 

Slipping to her knees on the floor, she gently manoeuvred Rosie's legs apart. Holly moaned as she ran her tongue softly over the beautiful nether lips. Only a woman's skin could feel so smooth. She felt them easily part as she slipped her tongue along them, softly lapping. God, it had been so long. 

Her fingers exposed the long clit, allowing her to flick the nub with her tongue before licking it softly. She softly lapped up and down the rosy bud before sucking it inside her mouth. This felt too good to be real. But it was real. The stirrings as the sleeping woman reacted to her touch, testified to that. Her hips began to respond to Holly's tongue as little moaning sounds began to fill the room.

Holly tenderly lifted Rosie's right leg and placed it over her shoulder. Her fingers stroked along the soft inner thigh as she lapped at the juices beginning to flow from the aroused sex. She savoured each taste. Gently raising her head, she blew along the redhead's soft folds. 

It was then that the young woman came to. It took her a few seconds to focus and then a little longer to take in the scene. They stared at each other for a good thirty seconds. Without speaking, Holly slid her tongue back to the sensitive clitoris. Her eyes closely watched Rosie's reaction to her long, circular, licking motions. 

The redhead gave a deep sigh and edged up on her elbows, staring down at her over her full breasts. But rather than make any objection, her left hand found Holly's head.

"Don't stop," she murmured. "Please don't stop."

She chewed on her lower lip before her head flopped back on the bed. Her eyes closed in satisfaction at the gentle pleasuring. The arching of her back and hips gave her would be lover a clear indication she was eager for more.

Holly wondered how she had allowed so much time to pass since tasting a woman. Her tongue slid between the girl's juicy folds. The girl gasped. Rosie's hands clutched for Holly's short black hair, but the assassin shrugged them away. She could not risk her disguise being discovered.

She rotated her face on the wet, swollen lips. Her nose undulated against Rosie's clit whilst her hard tongue began to fuck the young woman. The free flowing sweet nectar warmed her face. She lifted Rosie's second leg over her shoulder as she increased the pace of her tongue-fucking. 

The woman under her tensed and moaned. Holly knew the signs. 

Her tongue jabbed and twirled faster. Rosie's back arched higher. She gave out little animalistic yelps as the first spasms overcame her. Holly again shrugged away the redhead's frantic attempts to grip her hair as she ground her sex into Holly's wet face. Instead, her hands slid under the trembling buttocks as Rosie began to spend. 

The assassin slipped a hand down between her own thighs as Rosie came, but couldn't achieve satisfaction. Time was against her but she was determined that her need for release would be assuaged. She lapped at the redhead's juices before slithering up the trembling body. Her cum-soaked kiss was eagerly accepted.

"When was the last time you were with a woman?" she asked. 

Rosie began to blush. "I haven't..." the pretty girl shyly admitted.

The confession found its way to Holly's sex. 

The thought that she had seduced a straight woman inflamed her already aroused senses. She crawled onto the bed and the passion of her kiss surprised Rosie. The redhead's full, succulent lips meshed with her own. They felt good. Holly could have continued the kiss for a long time, but the clock was ticking. 

She backed away, urgently adjusting herself so that her legs scissored Rosie's, their thighs sliding along one another. She watched Rosie watching her, the girl's green gems locked on Holly's clean shaven sex as it touched her own soft folds. The blonde was glad she'd paid special attention with her razor that morning. Not only would her blonde stubble have given away her disguise, but this wouldn't have been possible.

Slowly and precisely, her hips ground against Rosie. The redhead gasped. Labia met smooth labia, gliding softly together with a low purr from each woman. Their clits found one another. The friction was sensational, but Holly wanted more. She reached forward, taking Rosie's peach-like buttocks in her hands and rocked her hips faster. The young hooker took the hint, thrusting and grinding back. 

"Oh, yesss..." Holly hissed as they fell into an amazingly satisfying rhythm. 

Rosie's hands dropped to Holly's hips. Her polished fingernails dug in, making sharp indentations. The assassin cried louder. Her clit slipped up the other woman's oily sex, brushing against the lowest point of her red landing strip. It was like setting a flame to a fuse.

Without breaking the soft press of sex-on-sex or her vice-like hold Rosie's ass, she used her one free hand to pull the girl's mouth to hers. Their kiss was wet and loose, too hard to maintain but too good to let go. 

Holly wailed as she reached her climax, releasing the redhead and pulling her tightly into her arms. Her hair smelled clean and fresh. Her soft breasts compressed deliciously into her own. Holly felt Rosie's small yelps of pleasure against her neck, sending her deeper into her own orgasm. 

It took a while for the shuddering of their entwined bodies to abate. Holly allowed herself the luxury of basking in post orgasmic bliss for a few moments before reluctantly pulling herself away. She needed to get back to the Rio.

*

Lauren's entry to the club was by a voice she vaguely recognised. It took her only a split second to recognize the young woman who had called her name. Samuel's daughter flicked back her long, wavy, reddish-brown hair as she immediately took Lauren's hand.

"What on earth are you doing here?" she asked.

"I could ask you the same," Lauren responded.

Rachal looked at her quizzically. "I'm with my boyfriend, Denzil. Lauren... you're not here with my father?"

Lauren's eyes widened. "Of course not, Rachal. Why would you think that?" 

Rachal shrugged and pulled a pained face. "I know what my dad gets up to. Mom doesn't, or if she does, she doesn't let on."

Lauren gave a long sigh. This was a smart girl. "What does your father get up to?"

Rachal shrugged. "Enough," she said. "I've heard him on the phone sometimes, when he thought no one was around. And occasionally I've overhead conversations in the house with people he calls his associates. I don't know exactly what he's up to, Lauren, but I know he spent some time talking to you in the restaurant. I watched the two of you look at each other. He's got something to do with you being here, hasn't he?" 

Lauren stared at the beautiful young girl. She wore a lot more make up than she had before, but it didn't look bad on her. Quite the opposite. Women's intuition was a wonderful thing. She didn't quite know what to say. 

"Lauren!" Rachal's voice took on a reassuring tone. "I'm not gonna tell. But this is something to do with my father, isn't it?"

Lauren softly nodded, feeling a tear finding its way to her eye. "Let's just say he set me up on a date," she said.

Rachal noticed the hard edge to her voice. "To help him?"     Lauren nodded, but if she was expecting sympathy, Rachal's reaction took her aback. "Lauren, that's fantastic. A bit like a call girl! I've always wanted to do that!"

Both women burst out laughing. They gave each other a long hug before stepping apart. Both sets of eyes were gleaming now, as if they were two conspirators confiding in each other.

"Who is it?" Rachal asked enthusiastically.

"Pepe Messi," responded Lauren.

She raised her eyebrows as if making a soft enquiry. Her heart sank when Rachal's eyes clouded. 

"What?" she asked.

Samuel's daughter sighed. "I hear he's a young stud... but a bit of an asshole...."

She saw Lauren's eyes drop and took a step closer to give her another hug. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have said that!"

Lauren softly smiled. "Don't worry, Rachal. I've been out with lots of assholes before. Tonight I may just get drunk and enjoy the evening, come what may!"

*

Play had been underway for half an hour when Holly returned.

"Sorry, folks," she apologised. "Overslept!"

She smiled as the other players made friendly banter at her faux pas. The blonde played the part of accepting it all with a soft 'put-upon' grimace. The excitement of a hit invariably stayed with her for some time afterwards and her session with Rosie had been a sensational, lustful experience and had only served to fuel her appetite further.

Had Daniel been around right now she would have taken him somewhere, anywhere, and fucked his brains out. She looked around the table and imagined herself in a room nearby with any one of these men. Or even with the good-looking woman at the opposite end of the table. 

Her session with Rosie had only increased her hunger.

She pulled her thoughts back to the here and now. Despite the wetness between her legs, she needed to concentrate on matters in hand. The one point in her favour was that she had put herself in such a good position yesterday. She could allow herself to calm down and feel her way back into the tournament. Even the loss of a few blinds during her absence had had little effect.

No need for anything silly. Just control her emotions and focus back on playing poker. That was easy enough. Wasn't it? 

It was almost half past two when they completed their play for the day. The counting, labelling and bagging of chips took another half an hour. Holly looked around for Daniel as she left the table but he was nowhere to be seen. She hoped he was still in the tournament. As tired as she was, she needed some further sexual stimulation. It looked as if her vibrator would be in action again tonight.

*

It took less than a minute for Lauren to realise that Pepe was an arrogant little shit. Consequently, she made no effort to fall in with him or his crowd. Samuel had forced her to be there as his escort, but that was all she intended to be. 

Their place in the dark alcove hid them away from the main partygoers. That gave Pepe's pawing hands the idea that they could do whatever he wanted. She made it clear that he should treat her like a lady. The problem was that Pepe had no idea how a lady should be treated.

Lauren drank more and more. It relieved her sheer frustration. 

Being there and enduring the young tearaway and his friends was torture. She realised her attraction to Pepe was simply her celebrity status, that of a porn queen. True to her word, she became more and more inebriated. The drinks continued to flow and before long, a half smoked joint was handed to her. Then another. All of it mixed with the raw, pounding music infused her with an intense sexual energy.

Women were flocking around their group and Pepe was in his element. His unbuttoned dark blue shirt and heavy gold chains made him feel every inch the playboy. Lauren thought he looked every bit as ridiculous as his over-large, shining diamond earring. 




Vegas: Bk 02 Ch. 05



Eventually, the lack of attention she paid him began to draw him to her. He began to ignore the other women infiltrating his group. And as he paid her attention, she began to respond. She was drunk and stoned and ready for some fun. His touches and soft kisses sent bolts of excitement right between her legs.

"Can you dance like that, baby," he asked. 

Her fuzzy eyes turned to look at him as he nodded across to a few girls on the dance floor. They were well the worse for drink and their state of undress seemed to be competitive. Pepe's leering eyes were taking in every provocative sexual movement as they flaunted themselves.

"They are amateurs," Lauren said, dismissing them with a wave of her hand. She was aware that she was beginning to slur her words a little.

"You can do better?" he leered.  He raised his eyebrows as if in a provocative challenge and took a long drag on his roach.

Lauren ran a fingernail down his bare chest, hooking her finger in his waistband. She took the joint from him and raised it to her lips, defiantly releasing the smoke into his face. 

"Just watch, baby," she drawled. She pulled him by his trousers onto the dance floor.

Her hips quickly found the beat, matching the deep throbbing of the hip-hop bass. She was the porn queen; she'd show him and these drunken dancing girls what she was all about. This was her territory. 

space opened up around her. Admirers were gathering. They clapped as she swirled and twisted her porn star body. She smiled back as she grinded to the music, tossing her golden locks. 

Pepe attempted to touch her but she smacked him away. 

She would show them all what provocative looked like. She flicked up her little black dress, flashing her matching black thong. To cheers, she slipped one strap off one shoulder, and then the other. It seemed as if she intended to bare her breasts. The growing audience shouted for more. 

When she turned into Pepe, his eyes were wild with lust. She slipped her hands around his neck. His hands found her buttocks as she rubbed herself into his obvious erection.

"See, baby," Lauren slurred into his ear as she ground herself against him. "See what you've been missing all evening?"

She felt someone press into her from behind. The feel of breasts against her back told her it was female. She freaked back into her unknown assailant, her buttocks spooning into the woman's tight body. She revelled in the sheer sexuality of the moment. The woman's hands on her thighs pulled her closer. With every bumping, grinding movement, Lauren became more and more aroused.

The feminine hands slid upwards to cup her breasts. The soft fingers kneaded her through the thin material. Her nipples were alive under the sensual touches. When the woman began to plant soft butterfly kisses along her neck, she wanted more. 

She swung around and stared into a Demi Moore look-a-like. 

Demi's lips instantly found hers. She eagerly opened her mouth as the girl pushed her tongue inside, returning the raw, sexual kiss. The girl tugged the top of Lauren's dress down her sweat-covered torso, exposing her gleaming breasts. Her fuzzy mind didn't care. She practically growled as Demi slipped her head down and sucked each hard nipple in turn. 

Instantly, Lauren was ready to cum. When her beautiful assailant slipped her fingers under her thong, she did. The mouth on her breasts and thumb on her clit took her over the edge. 

"Oh, honey!" Demi whispered, holding the trembling body.

As Lauren recovered sufficiently to stand unaided, Demi slid down her body. Her head slipped under the short dress. 

The blonde moaned aloud at the feel of the exquisite tongue lapping at her juices. She gripped a handful of the black hair, pulling her tighter. She was lost in the sensation, oblivious to the cheering crowd. 

Pepe's hands wrapped themselves around her naked breasts from behind. She covered them with her own. He thrust himself against her, as if fucking her through his jeans. It forced her body further into Demi's mouth. 

A combination of the expert lapping, licking and sucking quickly took her to a second orgasm. She threw her head back against Pepe as she climaxed, relying on his hands to keep her upright. 

She heard the moans of the crowd as Pepe dragged her away. He wanted her back in their alcove. His contorted face wore a triumphant expression as he unzipped himself. 

Lauren eased herself back on the edge of the table as he exposed his dark cock. His need to relieve himself was contagious. The blonde had been overcome by the mixture of drink, marijuana and her sex. She needed to be fucked. 

He roughly pushed himself inside her willing body and gripped her buttocks against the table. Lauren raised both legs around his back. She bit his earlobe as she began to urge him on.

"I've wanted to fuck you all night, you stuck up bitch," he snarled. 

Stuck up bitch? His words killed her arousal. What the fuck was she doing?

"Big man, are we?" she teased, tightening her thighs against him. She dug her fingers into his scalp, pulling his eyes to hers. 

"Gonna try and fuck all night?" she continued, "Or is Lauren too hot for you?"

He grunted and slowed his pace. The blonde knew what he was doing. She also knew his attempts to control his rising orgasm were doomed. She expertly squeezed her inner walls, massaging his rigid girth with her pussy. She was a porn star; this is what she did. The young stud had no chance. The effect took him immediately to his climax, his body doubling up over her. 

As a final indignity, Lauren slipped from underneath him just as he fired his first shot. The white globe landed on the table, immediately followed by others. 

Lauren sneered as she all but fell down onto a chair. The booze and the pot and the sex were hitting her hard, and despite her two recent orgasms, she needed to cum again. She slipped a hand under her skirt and spread her thighs wider, unconcerned as to who might be watching. Just as she began to develop a rhythm, she felt a soft kiss on her lips. 

She opened her eyes to see the Demi look-a-like.

The girl's long lashes batted sweetly down at her as she brushed a sweep of dark brown bangs from her eye. Her unblemished complexion, like her movie star doppelganger, was richly tanned, begging to be touched. Fuck, she was hot! Lauren's orgasm could wait a few minutes; she had a sweet debt to repay. She clumsily exchanged places, roughly pushing the woman down onto the vacated seat. Gratefully, she slid to her knees. 

"Oh... fuck," the brunette groaned as Lauren began to lick along the inside of the girl's tawny thigh. "That feels so good....." 

Lauren's stroking hands kept Demi's legs parted wide as her tongue went to work. She loved the feeling of the smooth shaved sex under her mouth. Her lips honed in on the aroused clit, almost violently sucking it into her wet mouth.

Demi grabbed her hair, lifting her ass off the chair to buck her hips up into the pleasuring face. Lauren was out of control, sucking, licking and lapping in her frantic desire to bring the young brunette to an orgasm. 

Demi's hands tightened on the flowing, blonde locks. She lifted both shapely legs up and wrapped them around Lauren's back, locking her in tighter. The jerking of her body signalled her approaching orgasm. The young temptress eagerly sucked up the love juices flowing into her mouth, her fingernails digging into the thrusting hips as she lapped the film star look-a-like to a sensational orgasm. 

The brunette screamed out as she came, love juices exploding from her like a spring. Lauren sucked in every drop, her lapping tongue prolonging the breathtaking climax. 

Lauren pulled herself to her feet. She wasn't finished. Her hands grabbed Demi's hair, pulling her mouth down to her hot pussy. She began to thrust herself against her face, her need urgent. She was insatiable. She aggressively face-fucked the hot brunette, her orgasm busting from her in seconds as she howled her approval.

When she recovered, Lauren smiled to herself. She'd only just started!! 

She was a porn queen, after all!



Vegas: Bk 02 Ch. 06



CHAPTER SIX: KATHERINE IS FOUND 

Rosie made no mention of her encounter with the hit woman. She told the cops she'd fainted when Tommy had his brains blown out. She'd seen nothing. That was her story and despite intensive probing, she stuck to it.

It was the early hours when they released her from questioning. She crawled exhausted and shell-shocked into bed. Her dreams were confused. They were a mixture of murder and fucking. Somehow Daniel and the hit woman featured in both aspects. She knew the importance of keeping the hit woman secret to herself. That was a prerequisite to her future survival.

But there was one other aspect to the events of last night. Tommy had confirmed that Katherine was being held at Big Eddie's mansion. Daniel needed to know. His voice was sleepy when he answered her call.

"You sound tired," she softly said.

"Late night!" he replied. 

The tone in his voice indicated he was pleased to hear from her. She began to glow.

"How did it go?" she asked. 

He had previously confessed he was competing in the Main Event but said little else. But she had an inkling that he was more successful than he had admitted. She liked that modesty about him.

"Well, I'm still in the tourney," he confirmed, stifling a yawn. His voice sounded weary. "But it's been a struggle. Things will have to change drastically today if I'm to have any chance."

"You will," she softly purred. "I have faith in you." She could almost hear his smile.

"How about you?" his warm voice asked. "Maybe we could meet up again soon?"

She beamed. "Well, that's partly why I'm calling. Yes, I'd like to meet anyway, but I've found Katherine."

His sigh was audible. "She's alive?"

"She's alive. She's being held at Big Eddie's place...."

He heard the pause. "And?"

"Daniel, I'm not entirely sure she is being held against her will......"

*

Big Eddie pulled Katherine's mouth from his black cock as Desmond burst into the living room.

"This better be fucking good," he growled, stuffing his needy manhood back in his slacks. His eyes were firing daggers at Desmond.

"Stay there," he told Katherine as she flopped on the couch. "We ain't finished, yet."

She sat back and picked up the silver cigarette case and matching lighter he had brought her back from his overnight trip. It had been a while since anyone had bought her a present. She had just unzipped Big Eddie's slacks and was starting to show her gratitude. Her eyes glared as Desmond too.  But his news changed the mood.

"They've hit, Tommy," he said, walking up to Eddie. "Took him out last night. Same way as Jimmy... a single bullet to his head."

"Fucking hell!" shouted Big Eddie, grabbing Desmond by the lapels but then immediately releasing him.

He paced the living room floor. No words were exchanged for a few moments. He glanced across at Katherine. He knew she had never seen Eddie as angry as this. She was cowering back on the couch. 

"The Smith's," he growled, turning his gaze back to his number two.

"It must be them," answered Desmond. He nodded his head. "Tommy and Jimmy were with me when we took out Mario and took that bitch." 

He sent an angry glance in Katherine's direction. There had been nothing but trouble since she had turned up. 

"They'll be targeting me next," he said. His eyes glowed with anger and concern. "We need to find out who carried out the hits for them."

"I know," Big Eddie said. His voice had regained its composure. "That's what I was finding out yesterday. One fucking day too late!  But don't worry, Desmond, this has gone far enough."

He stared across at Katherine and she shivered as she met the gaze. 

"Joshua has taken out three of my men," he softly said to her. "It's time to put a stop to this. You've already heard too much Katherine, but I deal in loyalty. You stay loyal to me and you'll have a good life. Betray me and you're dead. Understand?" 

Katherine nodded. She was afraid to speak. It was the wrong move.

"Do you fucking understand?" he screamed.

She felt a shiver run right through her. "Yes, you know that," she whimpered. "You can trust me, Eddie. I hope I've proven that."

He nodded, his momentary anger receding. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out his wallet. He extracted his business card and held it up for Desmond to see that there was a single number scrawled across the back. He walked across to the telephone and punched in the number. 

"This is Big Eddie," he said. "I understand you're expecting my call."

"How much?" the voice answered. 

"Double your usual fee," he said. His voice was impassionate. "I want this sorted."

"It's a deal."

"Today," the gangland boss insisted. "That's the deal."

"Tomorrow," came Holly's response. "As soon as the money reaches my account."

The line went dead. Big Eddie turned. He stared at Katherine, his mind ticking over. Then he looked back at Desmond. 

"You'd better stay here for twenty four hours. Out of the way. In the meantime, I've got some business to attend to."

"Eddie..." began Katherine. 

The black man gave her an uncomfortable smile. "I'm still not sure about you," he coldly said. "Maybe you should show your loyalty to Desmond whilst I'm gone?" 

*

Half an hour had passed since Rosie had picked up Daniel. The directions to Big Eddie's mansion were straightforward enough and the redhead drove quickly. She needed to get him back to the Rio by noon. During the journey, she explained the events of last night. Or rather, she told Daniel what she'd told the cops. Some information wasn't for sharing. 

His face changed throughout her story. Lines of concern regularly creased his forehead. 

She frequently glanced across at him as she drove and the soft hand she rested on his was meant to be reassuring. Finally, she eased the car to a halt on a secluded grass verge. They could see the set of large, wrought-iron gates a few hundred yards down the road. 

"You okay?" Rosie softly asked. She took both his hands in hers now.

"A mixture of emotions," he responded.

"Share them?" she gently smiled. 

Her smile turned to trepidation as he looked at her. His eyes bore into hers. He looked tired and drawn. His face was deadly serious.

"Well first and foremost I'm just so relieved that you are okay." His eyes remained focused on hers. "You put yourself in danger to help me and that says so much, Rosie. After a long time on my own, I can't tell you what that means to me."

She beamed at him and squeezed his hands. But his face remained impassive.

"If I've pieced this together correctly, the downside is that if you were just about to fuck this thug to get the information. I hate that thought."

"How else could I have got it?" she quietly asked. An invisible hand squeezed the insides of her stomach.

He ignored the question and raised his voice a little. "I don't that thought at all, Rosie."

Her eyes filled with tears. She struggled to hold them back. After what she had just been through, she did not need this. 

"You haven't fucked anyone since you came to Vegas?"

"Not since I met you," he answered. His voice was a combination of anger and tenderness. 

Rosie thought of her sex with the hit woman. Suddenly everything was too much for her. She burst into tears. Angrily, she pulled her hands away from his and covered her eyes.

"Rosie..." he began, reaching across to comfort her.

The redhead knocked his hands away and sat further back in her seat. She pushed herself back into the door. For a moment they stared at one another. Each attempted to cope with the maelstrom of emotions reverberating around their bodies. The uncomfortable silence was cut by the sound of tires on gravel. The large, wrought-iron gates opened and a black Porsche sped past. 

They looked at one another again. This time the same thought consumed their minds.

*

Katherine watched as Desmond stripped slowly. His eyes were trained on her as he did. There was something about the situation and his out of condition body that appealed. Her initial feeling of revulsion was replaced by something else. A sexual tingle.

He pulled off his slacks and boxers. She was pleased that his thick cock was already standing to attention. He was anticipating what he knew was in store. Leaning back into the cushions, he folded his hands behind his head.

"Well, baby?" he grunted.

Katherine knew she had no choice. But she knew she wanted this, too. She undressed as she made her way across to him. Her eyebrow went up as she dropped an item of clothing with each step. Almost like a stripper without music. Reaching the couch, she slipped her left leg over his chest and straddled his face.

"Well, baby?" she said, repeating his words from seconds ago. Her hand provocatively ran through the strip of red hair between her thighs. "This is what you wanted, isn't it?"

Her challenging eyes stared down at Desmond. But they closed as he accepted the bait. His head raised just enough for him to run his tongue along her labial lips. It provoked a soft moan of arousal. Suitable encouraged, his hands grasped the lower portion of her buttocks. He roughly pulled her down as his tongue slipped inside her. 

"Fucking hell, Desmond, that feels good," she grunted. Her passion was growing. 

Her hips rotated in slow circles against his face. Occasionally the redhead ground down onto his mouth, pushing against his working tongue. Her juices were beginning to flow as his tongue probed more insistently inside her. She groaned with satisfaction. This was much better than she had expected. She gripped on what remained of his silver hair. His head burrowed deeper between her undulating thighs.

Katherine rubbed her juicy clitoris against Desmond's lips. His nose pressed into her thin strip of hair.  

As the sensations built, she pumped herself against his mouth. His stiffened tongue felt like a mini cock thrusting inside her. She exhaled a long stream of aroused moans as the pace increased. Her climax was approaching. She began to fuck his face with hard, short thrusts of her hips. 

The way he suddenly sucked in her clitoris did for her. She shuddered as she came. Her love juices flowed into his still sucking mouth. He was moaning too. Muffled moans as he tasted her. Katherine pulled on her nipples as she mashed herself against his face. The warm rush flowed through her still trembling body. 

*

"Something's not right," Daniel whispered. 

They had raced under cover of the trees to the mansion ahead of them. He stared around, pointing across the grass.

"They've got remote controlled gates and security cameras all over the place. And look at those nasty-looking spikes on top of the surrounding walls. And yet we were able to walk straight in. I'm not so sure about this...."

As he spoke, Rosie slipped. She slid and tumbled on the wet grass like a contortionist. Daniel reached down and held his hand out. She gingerly took it. As she picked herself up, she attempted to brush the stain from her blue jeans.

"You okay to go on?" he asked with a soft smile.

She ginned at the concern in his voice. That felt good. But she had her pride to retrieve.

"I'll be okay when you get that stupid grin off your face," she said with some embarrassment. "And we have to go on. But I do have one question..."

He took her hand and pulled her behind some bushes. The closer they got to the building, the more careful they needed to be. He glanced around to make sure they had not been seen.

"What's that?" he asked.

"What do we do next, maestro?"

He stared at her for a second, and then burst out into soft laughter. He shrugged his shoulders. 

Rosie dragged him out to the open. "We can look through that window for a start..." 

It took only seconds to cross the small distance. After a pause to compose themselves, they raised their heads from opposite sides of the window.  At first, the dirty glass panes made it difficult to see clearly.  As their eyes adjusted, the well-stocked bookshelves on the far wall were in their immediate line of sight. 

The flickers of flame that spiralled from the impressive open fireplace opposite the window caught Daniel's eye. But then, so did a movement to his right. He adjusted his position to gain a better view. 

The sight that greeted him sent shock waves through his body. He turned to Rosie. The shocked look on her face told him she'd seen the same thing.

They watched in silence for a short time as if to satisfy themselves that Katherine wasn't being coerced. The way she used the man's face to fuck herself to orgasm convinced Daniel that she wasn't. He grabbed Rosie's hand. They covered the distance back to the car in half the time it had taken them to reach the mansion.

*

Unaware of her audience, Katherine pulled herself away from Desmond. The sight of her juices across the lower half of his face further fired her arousal. The redhead jerked herself backwards and went down on him. She took him all the way inside her mouth, and deep-throated him with an all pervading urgency. 

He dug his fingers in her hair in a vain attempt to slow her down. He was too late. Her frantic efforts wouldn't be denied and within seconds he came, firing rope after rope into her willing mouth. She eagerly accepted every drop. But it was not enough. She sucked around the bulbous head whilst jerking on his spent shaft. Immediately, she felt the start of his response.

"Good boy," she encouraged.

Her mouth quickly worked him into a semi-erect state. That would do. The redhead slithered underneath him and guided him to her wet opening. She felt him grow further even as he slid inside. Her low moan signalled her approval. Ignoring Desmond's yelp as she bit on his earlobe, she wrapped her legs around him. She was like a dervish. She needed to be fucked.

He quickly responded to her pumping hips and eased up onto his elbows. That gave him a better angle to thrust back. Soon he was fully into it, varying the pace from fast to slow and back again. He was wrestling control and Katherine gasped with each variation. She tightened her legs around his back.

"So good, baby," she gasped. Her face was contorted in pleasure.  "Keep fucking me..."

Desmond took Katherine at her word. He pummelled her like a machine. Her legs flailed in the air either side of him.

"How's that, you hot bitch," he groaned. 

Despite his out of condition appearance, he was impressive. It seemed his earlier orgasm had reinforced his stamina. He repeated his words regularly as they now fucked with abandon. They were a pair of animals rutting in the most basic way.

She had two orgasms before Desmond came for a second time.  He was unrelenting through both. She held on whilst he pounded her for a good half hour. Hard, fast and deep. They both gave in to the purely physical act of fucking until eventually he came. He howled out loud as he did.  

*

Daniel only just made it to the table on time. He was making a habit of late arrivals at the Main Event. His mind was a blur and he knew that yet again, he was in no condition to play at this level. His weary head and aching body screamed at him to be put out of their misery. Instead of being able to focus on the cards, his thoughts darted back to Rosie, and what they had seen at Big Eddie's. 

Rosie and Katherine had two things in common. Their red hair and their ability to turn him on. But that was where any similarity ended. 

Katherine's reappearance in his life had been a shock. But his previous mixed feelings had been wiped away by the sight of her using that gangster to fuck herself. That told him everything he needed to know. And in reality, it confirmed everything he had known. 

The only question in his mind was whether to involve the police. 

Rosie had suggested he leave well alone. But the niggling certainty that all was not quite what it seemed remained. Rosie told him it was his decision but he must leave her out of it. She had had enough of the police after last night. That was understandable. 

Daniel's thoughts stayed with Rosie. He felt bad that he had upset her in the car. He could not understand why he felt so jealous. But the thought of her fucking someone else sent cold chills down his spine. He had not had the opportunity to talk it through with her and it would trouble him until he did.

He gave a soft sigh of frustration, folding his rags again. He had yet to play a single hand. He was close to succumbing to the overwhelming urge just to stick his chips in the middle and see what the fates decreed. He could not get through another twelve, fourteen hours of poker feeling the way he did.

His thoughts were interrupted as a waitress gave a discreet tap on his shoulder. He turned to see a buxom blonde. 

"A lady asked me to give you this," she whispered.  

She flashed him her sexiest smile as she passed the note. He flicked open the piece of paper.

It read: 'You stay in this tourney til the end of the day and I'll spend the night with you afterwards. Deal? Rosie x'

He glanced back up at the waitress who had remained beside him. "I think the lady is expecting an answer," she smiled.

He peeled off a fifty dollar note. "Please tell the lady it's a deal," he grinned, handing her the generous tip. 

He watched for a moment as she thanked him. All male eyes at the table followed her provocatively swinging hips as she walked away. Daniel smiled, but his eyes were focused.

"Game on, gentlemen!"

*

Carly lay stretched out on the bed. Her hands stretched out behind her, gripping the vertical bars of the headboard. Her entire body was stretched as if on a rack. But it was a rack of pleasure. Parker's lips and tongue caressed the ridges of her outer ear. His left hand fondled her breast, tweaking her nipple between thumb and index finger. 

Her almond coloured eyes widened as his mouth ran across her neck. When he flicked his tongue inside her other ear, she turned her head to offer him better access. The young woman had to discover as much as she could for Joshua but was determined to enjoy a sensational fucking along the way. 

And Parker was making good progress with his promise to slowly tease her to orgasm. 

Her soft moans were a sign for him to make further progress. His lips slithered down to her neck, to the swell of her breasts. He took a bullet hard nipple between his teeth. Carly's moan was louder as he closed his lips around the sensitive peak. He sucked it deep into his mouth, using his swirling tongue to bring it alive. 

Her hands left the headboard as he licked and sucked a trail across her breasts. He pushed both tits together to flick his tongue across both nipples at the same time. Carly ran her fingers across the nape of his neck, digging the tips into his scalp. Parker rotated his head in response, using his teeth to worry both breasts. Her supple frame shuddered in arousal. 

As her moans increased, he left her saliva-moistened peaks to continue his downward journey. 

He licked teasingly down the length of her stomach. Carly brought her hands to her breasts. She pulled at her nipples whilst he spent a few delicious seconds flicking his tongue around her diamond studded belly button. She shifted on the bed to encourage him to continue south. But he had other ideas. 

He adjusted position again, moving slowly back up to straddle her simmering body.

"You've got a body made for sex," he murmured. He stared down into her eyes. "You should appear in one of my films...."

Her eyes widened. This was a piece of information that would be news to Joshua. "You make films?" she gasped. 

But as he raised himself upwards towards her mouth, she knew he wasn't in the mood for further conversation. Her pink lips eagerly accepted the rounded head. His right hand reached around the back of her neck. He gently lifted her head upwards so that she could accept more. 




Vegas: Bk 02 Ch. 06



"Suck on it baby," he encouraged. 

He gently eased his hard shaft back and forth between her lips. Carly knew she could not have helped herself had she tried. And she certainly didn't want to try. She took hold of his cock and began to slide her mouth up and down the hardness. She felt her own juices beginning to flow her from the way. The submissive position was quite a turn-on. 

But continuing to surprise her, he pulled away. In a split second, he eased around into a sixty-nine position. 

Fuck, this bastard was every bit as good as Joshua! She fed him back into her mouth, her lips covering his entire sensitized crown as her hands dropped to his heavy testicles. 

Parker moaned as she fondled him. The excitement was building. 

As he began to lick along her inner thighs, she opened her legs wider to accommodate him. He took the cue, sliding his mouth to envelop her clitoris.  His fingers stroked the back of her thighs as he gently took it between his teeth. Her hips bucked as he sucked down hard, coating it with his saliva. 

Electricity shot through Carly's body. Her arched back was designed to allow him to take her to orgasm but it seemed as if he had read her mind. He pulled away and switched position again, kneeling over her. Gently, he rubbed his throbbing manhood against her lower stomach. 

Damn, this man was good, Carly thought again. 

She moaned as he edged his long shaft down to her centre. Teasingly, he eased his cock along her heated furrow, careful not to penetrate. She could take no more. With a quick undulation of her hips she attempted to force him inside. He was a little too quick for her. 

He pulled back and only when she calmed did he ease her back down again. His hardness slid down through the dark curls covering her inviting pubic mound. This time Carly made no attempt to force him to penetrate her. She waited breathlessly. 

They both knew he was fully in control.

Leaning forward, he took her right nipple into his mouth. He ran his tongue around the hard tip as he sucked it inside. Bobbing his head, he did the same with her left rose bud. 

Carly could not help herself. She eased her hips towards him but again he eased back a fraction.

"You bastard," she moaned. 

He smiled and slid his head to hers. Their tongues urgently entwined until he ran his mouth to her ear.

"Want it that much, huh? Told you I was going to tease you." 

He slid his hands to hers and pinned her arms either side of her head.

"I don't want you to tease me," she responded. "I want you to fuck me."

Her attempts to pul her arms free were futile. Parker was too strong. He grinned down at her. 

"You are so fucking hot, baby. You've just got to appear in one of my films!"

Her ears pricked up again. "Films?"

He slowly nodded as he eased back. He lowered himself onto his elbows. Sliding downwards again, he left a trail of wet kisses on his way to her inner thighs.

"You'll make a lot more money than you make at The Club," he breathed.

Despite the intense sexual excitement, Carly needed to hear more. 

"Tell me..." 

Parker's tongue stopped her as it found its objective. Her entire body jerked at the intimate contact. 

She eased her legs further apart and then wrapped them around his broad back. With a moan, she locked her feet together. Holding him in position, her hands clasped his head. She pulled his mouth tightly into her needy sex. At last. At fucking last!

The brunette thanked her lucky stars that the club was closed today. Yesterday's murder had some use after all. 

She abandoned her quaking body to his skilful tongue. With each lick, she thrust her hips towards him. Her loins were on fire. As her orgasm arrived, she screamed out. The much needed sexual release shot through her. As she squirted, his mouth accepted her gushing tribute. 

His continued sucking brought a second powerful orgasm firing through her. This had been worth the wait! 

Even as she struggled to regain her breath, Parker was on the move again. He had somehow slid his body underneath her, pulling her up by her arms so that she was sitting on his lap.

He roughly lined himself up with her wet opening and thrust his tongue deeply into her mouth. His fingers dug into her bottom as he penetrated her in one clean movement.  The brunette immediately responded. Carly rotated her hips in circular motions, feeling him glide along her tight walls. It was her turn to dominate.  

"Fuck, baby," he gasped. "That feels good."

She pulled his head up into a long, deep, urgent kiss. To emphasise her control, her teeth captured his lower lip and pulled down on it. His head flopped back to the pillow as she slid her hands to his chest. Wasting no time, she began to power herself down on him. 

His hands tried to slow her. She had no intention of allowing him. Instead she fucked him faster. Her tits bounced in front of his eyes. An erotic dance of lust. They were breathless. The sweat dripped down their bodies. Apart from their panting, the only sounds in the room were that of their bodies slapping against one another.

Parker was the first to climax. He had no choice. All his efforts to slow down the bucking temptress had failed. He surrendered to her and gripped her hips as his seed burst from his testicles. As he began to ejaculate, Carly increased the speed of her downward thrusts. She was determined to find another orgasm.

"Keep fucking, you bastard," she spat out. 

Her teeth reinforced her need by pulling on his earlobe.

Parker continued his upward thrusts, ejaculating further as he did so. The feeling of his spurting inside her was delicious but so was the way his shaft rubbed against her clitoris. The need to cum consumed her. 

"Keep fucking," she gasped, seconds before she stiffened in orgasm.

Her honeyed nectar poured from her. It covered them both and the bed. Her body shuddered as the powerful electrical sensations radiated through her and her series of long moans were unstoppable. When her breathing eventually began to return to normal, she grabbed his hair. Her lips found his. It was a long, kiss.

When she pulled back, her almond coloured eyes stared into his. 

"Now then, mister. What's this about films?" 

*

Holly had enjoyed a solid day. There had not been any alarms. No difficult moments. Just quiet attrition. Her chip stack had continued to increase without incident until one moment changed the entire atmosphere. 

Mike 'the mouth' Matusow joined the table.

"I know you've done well this year," he told Holly, immediately targeting her. "But luck can only go so far. And you're in the big league now, girly."

"Thanks Mike," Holly quietly responded, but he did not stop.

"You may have been able to win a few dollars," he continued. "But this is different. Not only is it the big time. You've now got Mikey to face."

"You're right Mike, I'm worried now," she softly replied.

"You should be," he boasted. "And those tits of yours aren't going to save you. I've got balls. Big balls."

Holly raised her sunglasses. She rested them on the top of her head so she could look him in the eye. This wasn't the first run in they'd had this year.

"Well," she gently responded, "If they're as big as your mouth, they must be big."

Matusow bristled. It was not so much from her comment that got to him. It was the laughter that reverberated around the table. 

He glanced at his first hand. Immediately, he raised three times the big blind. It was clear he intended to make his mark. Everyone folded around to Holly in the big blind. She made a speculative call with suited connectors. Nine-Eight of hearts.

The flop was Nine-Two-Three.

Holly checked and Matusow wasted no time in betting half the pot. Holly sat for a few moments and then flat called.

The turn brought an Eight. 

With two pairs, Holly bet half the pot. She sat back and arched her back.

"Don't bother pointing those in my direction," Matusow barked. "They won't help you,"

He made a huge pot sized bet.

Holly tried to put him on a hand and decided this was a typical Matusow bluff. He would have played the hand differently had he hit a set. At best, he had a high pocket pair. Or possibly a straight or flush draw. Or nothing at all. She pushed all-in. 

"I got you," he immediately said.

Holly made no response. He was looking for a reaction. His failure to make an immediate call told her she was well ahead. 

"Want me to call?" he asked, staring intently at her.

Holly pushed up her sunglasses again and looked him straight in the eyes. She knew she had him. 

"That's up to you, Big Balls," she taunted.

Matusow feinted, moving his hands towards his chips. His keen eyes watched for any tell tale signs in her response. There was none. He waited a few seconds and then folded.

"Okay, girly, I'll let you win just one," he huffed.

"Your balls shrinking?" Holly asked. 

She pulled the large amount of chips across the baize towards her.

Laughter ran around the table again. Matusow scowled as he watched her stack the chips. His eyes never left hers. A silent war was underway. Though with 'The Mouth' it never remained silent for long.

Two hands later, he pushed all-in. When everyone folded, he flipped over Three-Two.

"That's the only way I'm going to get chips today because I'm card dead," he told the table. "But don't worry, I'm a survivor. And little Missy over there is going to give me all my chips back soon."

Holly checked her hole cards. Pocket Kings. 

"Come and get them," she responded, raising three times the big blind.

The Brit, two seats to her left, called. 

Matusow took up the challenge. He pushed all-in for the second successive hand.  Something about the way he rested his head on his hands told her he had a monster. She could only hope it wasn't pocket rockets. She called.

The Brit folded, shaking his head.

"Good fold," Matusow said.

As soon as he spoke, Holly's heart had sank. She knew he had them.

"Told you, girly," he gloated, as he flipped over Aces. "I told you I'd be getting my chips back, with interest."

He wagged a finger at Holly. 

"You mess with Mikey, you're dead. You stick those tits out and think they'll do the business for you? Believe me baby, you can't beat me. I'm twice the player you are. You're tits are nothing to me. And you are nothing to me."

He was almost shouting, standing up from his seat and leaning across the table.

"That's okay, Mike," Holly responded. "Win or lose, that's fine with me. But either way, I'll do it with a bit of class."

"Class?" Matusow sneered. "I don't give a shit about class. Class is for losers. All I care about is winning, baby."

The dealer tapped on the baize and revealed the flop. Two Kings and a Jack. 

Holly stared at the cards just as Matusow erupted. The buzz at the table was electric and the Brit was out of his seat too. 

"I folded Jacks. Jacks!" he cried. "I would have flopped a full house, but the lady hit quads. Quads!"

Matusow was almost inconsolable. He was nearly in tears as he walked away from the table. He headed across to his brother. And his mother, Gloria. 

"Aces. Aces! And the bitch hits quads. Why me? Why always me? Every time. Every fucking time!"

Holly couldn't resist. "Take care of those balls, Mike," she purred.

*

It was late evening when Lauren took the call. She recognised Rachal's voice immediately.

"I wanted to make sure you were okay," Samuel's daughter said.

Lauren smiled. Some good had come out of her interaction with Samuel. She had made a new friend.

"I'm good, Rachal, thanks," she replied. "It turned into a long night."

"Yes, I know," replied the excited voice.

"You know?"

"That's right!" Rachal's voice seemed alive. 

"But how?"

During the brief pause that followed, Lauren stood up. She walked to the window and looked out into the dark street below.

"I heard all about it," Rachal confessed.

Lauren hesitated. "About what?"

Rachal laughed. "You and Demi, of course. At least, I gather that's what you called her. She's my best friend!"

Lauren gasped. "Demi... she... the dark haired girl is your best friend?"

"Certainly is. And her name is Chloe." Rachal was openly laughing openly now. "But please don't worry, Lauren. I know just how persuasive she can be."

"Rachal..." Lauren began, but stopped. She was lost for words.

"Chloe's an out and out lesbian, you know. Not bisexual like you and I."

Lauren gasped again. "You're bisexual?"

"Oh yes," purred Rachal. "What do you think Chloe had me doing to her today, whilst she was regaling me with the events of last night!"

"RACHAL!" 

Lauren's voice moved a couple of octaves higher. But there was no doubting the tingling sensation that ran down to her sex.

The young woman laughed again. "But that's not the only reason I rang. Can I ask... have you any more, er, errands for my father?"

"Rachal, that's none of your...."

"Please," the young woman cut her off. "Just tell me!"

Lauren sighed. "No Rachal, I don't. I hope that your father and I will be having no more contact."

"Excellent," her new young friend replied. "That makes it easier."

"Makes what easier?"

"I was thinking how much I'd like to introduce you to Denzil, my boyfriend. Can we come by your place tomorrow night?"

"Rachal..."

"Wonderful. Give me the address and we'll be there by eight."

*

Holly gave a sigh of relief. With forty-five players remaining, the third day was scheduled for an early close. It was a concession to the players who had been involved in two long days of play. And an opportunity for players to get some much needed rest before entering the finishing straight. 

Once they were through their bagging process, she was called to do a television interview with Norman Chad. Whilst she waited, she saw Daniel. Her nipples rose. God, she felt horny.

"How did it go?" she asked. 

"Good," he said. "It took me a while to get going but would you believe I had pocket rockets three successive hands?"

"Not possible," she said, raising her eyebrows.

"Not possible?" Daniel repeated with a laugh. "Holly, is that all you can say? Can you imagine a bigger adrenalin rush than that?"

She politely smiled, thinking of her target for tomorrow. Yes, she could imagine a bigger rush. 

"I guess not," she lied.

"Holly, you are on cool customer!" Daniel responded, reaching across and playfully tugging on her nose.

She felt her sexual temperature rise. It was her nipples she wanted him to tug. She decided to fuck him again tonight.

"Played them all the same way," he continued. "With a big preflop raise. The first twice everyone folded. The third time, no-one believed me. Two all-ins and I hit a full house. Tripled up and now I'm back in the tourney."

Chad interrupted them. 

"Chip stack?" she asked, before responding to the her interview call.

"One eighty thousand. You?"

"Two sixty," she said.

He smiled. "That's about where I was at this stage last year."

"Daniel," she began, taking hold of his hand. "Tonight. Why don't we..."

Before she could continue, she saw him look over her shoulder. His eyes lit up. Turning her head to follow his gaze, her blood ran cold. It was Rosie. As Daniel hugged her, Holly took the opportunity to silently slip away under cover of her interview. 

*

"Rosie, I need my sleep," Daniel moaned.

Her soft lips were attempting to bring his cock back to an erect state.

"But you don't play poker till noon tomorrow," 

"Rosie, you've made me cum twice..." 

"And I've had four orgasms," she purred. "Don't you want to catch up?" 

He felt a growing arousal as she sucked his crown. Her tongue deliciously flicked along the rim.

"Nice?" she gloated as she heard him moan. 

She smiled up at him. The redhead was rewarded by the contorted look of pleasure creasing his face.

"Besides, didn't you just tell me that Barry Goldstein told you it was better to have sex before you sleep when playing poker?"

Daniel gave a small chuckle. 

"First, it's Barry Greenstein. Next, that was an hour and a half ago. And third, I've cum twice since then."

"So? One more will really help you rest," she grinned.

He gave another groan as her hand joined her mouth. Rosie had a way of getting him to rise to the occasion. 

"And what do you think Barry is doing right now?" 

"Probably playing in a cash game somewhere. He's out of the championship."

"Mmmm, that's good."

Daniel looked down and realised that her words were aimed at his near full erection, not Greenstein.  When she saw caught his look, she winked. She provocatively held his eyes as she licked down and around the shaft. They shone at him.

"Mmmm, baby, such a good boy," she murmured.

Her eyes locked on his as she took each of his testicles in her mouth. First the left and then the right. Her hand held his shaft whilst she rolled each heavy ball around in her mouth. Her eyes gleamed at his growing response. 

"I think baby's ready for me now," she purred. "Now let me see, you fucked me in the missionary position and came good and hard. I fucked you on top and you came good and hard. Let's do my favourite position now."

"Your favourite?" he asked. 

She nodded as she turned around on the bed to display her perfect, peach-like buttocks. His eyes followed her gaze to his erection.

"Why, Mr Darcey," she joked, "I do believe your cock is excited at the thought of fucking Rosie doggie style?"

Whilst not exactly a phrase from Pride and Prejudice, Daniel felt himself harden further at her words.

Rosie sank down onto her elbows, deliberately raising her buttocks. She glanced back over her shoulder and cocked an eyebrow. 

"Or would you prefer to sleep now?" she teased. "After all, you have poker tomorrow!"

"I may be tired at the table tomorrow," Daniel whispered, easing himself into position. "But if I need inspiration I'll just close my eyes and remember you like this."

She twisted her head to one side against the pillow, flashing him a mischievous smile. He pulled her hips slowly towards him. She gave a soft whimper as he slipped himself between her legs.

"That's good, baby," she moaned.

He tenderly began to rub his hardness along her heated furrow, ignoring his tiredness. Rosie gently pushed back against him. Both moved slowly. Their breaths grew ragged as they became caught up in the delicious soft friction between them. Still he made no attempt to enter her.

Rosie looked back at him over her shoulder. Her narrow eyes confirmed the time was right. 

Daniel gently adjusted his position. He drew her onto him and immediately her right hand snaked down between them. She eased him home. Her body was so wet that he entered immediately. Their simultaneous groans spilt the air. He stroked her trembling hips as he gently pulled her back and then pushed her forwards in time with his soft thrusts.

There was no hurry. Both easily fell into the lazy rhythm. Daniel drew backwards until he was almost free before softly gliding back. He filled her completely again. They moved that way for some time. No urgency, only tenderness between them. 

But eventually, Rosie's backward thrusts and his forward momentum began to build. Before they knew it, they were in a race. Each was trying to bring the other to their orgasm first. It was Daniel who succeeded. Rosie buried her head in the pillow to muffle her cries as her climax overpowered her. 

Daniel was close behind. Rosie's shuddering created a friction that took him over the edge. 

"Rosie! Fuck, Rosie!"

He erupted, firing thick ropes. The redhead thrust back with each burst, determined milk every last drop. His hands gripped her full breasts as the tremors shook him. Only when their bodies had spent themselves did they fall down onto the bed. They held one another softly.




Vegas: Bk 02 Ch. 06



"You know something, Daniel?" she whispered, stroking his face. "That was making love. Not fucking."



Vegas: Bk 02 Ch. 07



CHAPTER SEVEN: THE COPS ARE INFORMED

Despite the early hour, Holly had already showered. The shrill ring of her cell phone disturbed her thoughts. It was that phone. She allowed the phone to ring out and listened to the message.

"You know who this is?" asked the voice when she returned the call.

"Yes."

"It's Big Eddie."

She sighed. "I said I know who it is."

His voice sounded agitated. "We have a slight problem."

She did not like problems but in her line of work they were inevitable. Overcoming them was what counted. She picked up the cup and sipped at her coffee.

His voice became more stressed. "Did you hear? I said we have a slight problem."

"I hear," she softly responded.

She replaced the cup and picked up her silencer. "Which is?"

"The target has flown to Los Angeles today. Some pow-wow with his father. He won't be back until tomorrow morning."

Damn, she thought. Tomorrow was the Final Table. She had hoped to still be involved. She looked along the sight of the gun, aiming out of the window at a passing cab before pulling away.

"Then tomorrow it will be," she said. She laid the silencer back on the bed. "Get me the number of his return flight."

Before he could reply, she closed the call. With time on her hands, she would seek out Daniel. They could breakfast together.

*

Despite his early morning session with Rosie, Daniel awoke early. Her agreement to stay with him until she returned to work had lifted his spirits. The quiet call he made to Norman Chad had not disturbed her and he left her sleeping as he headed down to the Rio All-American Bar and Grille. 

He had told Chad about Katherine. Not everything, but enough. He could have contacted the police himself but had he done so, they would undoubtedly have taken him in for questioning. That would have meant missing a substantial part of the Main Event today. So Chad agreed to be the conduit.

He was on his third cappuccino when he saw Chad. He was with a thickset well-dressed man in a dark blue suit. They headed straight over to Daniel. 

"Daniel," Chad said. "This is Detective Williams. He's just the man you need."

"Call me Dan," the crinkly haired Detective said as he shook Daniel's hand. He sat down in the chair across the table.

"I'll be back shortly," said Chad. "I've related what you told me, Daniel. I've also explained that I know nothing of any of this. Detective Williams knows you're at the poker tables at noon. Catch up with you in half an hour."

Daniel watched his friend leave and then slowly sat back down. When his waitress returned, Williams ordered an espresso. Then he turned to Daniel.

"Quite a win of yours last year," he said.

His tone made Daniel wonder whether it was a compliment. But then he didn't really care. 

"I play a little poker myself, but not in your league. I watched all the broadcasts of the Main Event, always do. You were pretty lucky."

Daniel ignored the jibe. He was pretty well immune to the barbed comments he'd been subject to since his win. And right now, he was as nervous as hell. He needed to get this over with. 

"Okay," Williams said as the waitress returned with his drink. "Tell me what you told Chad."

Daniel waited until the waitress had returned to the counter and then explained all he knew. 

Williams occasionally interrupted to pick up on points requiring clarification but otherwise sat silently. From time to time he nodded knowingly, but in the main seemed content to simply make notes.

"That all?" he asked when Daniel had finished.

Not quite, Daniel thought. I fucked Katherine before we went back to her flat and then watched her having sex with a guy through the window of the mansion. 

"Isn't that enough," he responded, keeping his thoughts to himself. "Don't you need to find out what went on?"

"Oh, I have a good idea of what's happened," drawled Williams. "The question is proving it."

Daniel stared at him, his brow furrowed. Williams smiled as he leant forward across the table. His eyes narrowed as if he was attempting to read Daniel's mind. Then he smiled again and ran his hand through his heavily gelled black hair.

"We've been after this guy for some time and this could be his first real mistake. You realise you'll have to testify"

Daniel started to object but Williams held up his right hand. "That wasn't a question," he coldly said. 

"It was a statement. But..."

He eased himself up from his chair, flicking his notebook closed. He stared at Daniel for a moment and then gave another cold smile before finishing his sentence. 

"Don't worry. The deal with Chad was that we wouldn't interrupt your poker today. And if by chance you get through to the Final Table, we'll let you play tomorrow, too."

He slipped his hat onto his head, flicking the brim. He was a caricature of so many of the Police Detectives that Daniel had seen on television.

"You staying at the Rio?" he asked.

Daniel nodded.

"We'll be in touch. And good luck with the poker. Let's hope lightening does strike twice."

*

Carly slipped into the restrooms at the Carousel Club. Having just re-opened after the shooting, it was relatively quiet. 

Everyone was still feeling jittery and Ming had spoken that morning. Rosie had been given a couple of days off because of the traumatic circumstances. The rest of them would receive double pay. The news had immediately changed the mood and the normal buzz quickly returned.

She dialled Joshua's number and was relieved when he answered in seconds.

"Joshua, baby. It's Carly. I was hoping I might be able to sneak away to see you today but I've gotta work."

"Just as well," he grunted. "I'm in Los Angeles."

She paused. "Los Angeles.... but what about me?"

"Take it easy," he grunted. "I'm back in Vegas tomorrow. I just need to talk to my father."

"There's been a shooting here," she whispered.

"I know. I arranged it."

"You arranged it? Joshua! Why didn't you tell me?"

"Better not to involve you, baby. The less you know the better. What's happening now?"

She sighed heavily. Murder was one thing she had not bargained for. 

"Joshua," she began. Her voice was faltering slightly. "Good news. I've got the job."

"I knew you would. What's happened?"

"Apart from murder?" she rather petulantly asked.

"Watch that tone, babe," he responded. The coldness in his voice indicated she had gone a step too far.

"Sorry," she replied. "The shooting's just got everyone a little jittery." 

"Go on," he simply said.

"I was interviewed by the owner, Ming. I convinced her I was right for the job. They have no idea I work for you."

"Good girl. It's essential it stays that way. What have you found out?"

"A couple of things," she answered. "The Club definitely has some connection with Big Eddie."

"You've seen him?"

"No, from what I can gather he never makes an appearance. But someone called Desmond does and Ming seems wary of him."

"Not for much longer," he coldly said. "He's next on my list."

"What?"

"I don't have fucking time for questions," he snapped. "What else do you know?"

"I'm pretty sure they pay protection money..."

"That figures!"

"And there's a guy here called Parker." She hesitated. She wasn't going to tell Joshua too much about Parker. "He looks after the financial side here." 

"What about him?"

"He produces blue movies on the side."

"Well, I'll be damned."

"Yeah, he was pretty cagey when he told me. I don't think Ming knows."

"Why did he tell you?" he asked, his voice suddenly wary.

Carly thought quickly. "He wants me to appear in one."

Joshua burst out into a loud guffaw. "That's priceless! You'll have to send me a copy."

"Joshua!"

"Find out whatever else you can about the movies," he instructed. "That little piece of information could come in very useful. By the time I finish, neither Big Eddie nor the Club will still exist."

"Hold on, baby," she whispered, hearing the click of heels just outside the door. 

Her heart leapt as she waited, covering the mouth of the phone as if it would make her invisible. At last, the footsteps faded. She heaved a long sigh of relief.

"This is dangerous, baby. I'll call again when I can."

"Anything else?" he barked.

"Isn't that enough?"

His voice softened. "You've done very well, babe. I won't forget to reward you when I've figured all of this out. Okay?"

"Yes," she whispered. "You know I'd do anything to help you, Joshua."

"I know babe. Get me anything else you can..." 

She flicked her cell phone closed. Grinning at herself in the mirror, she quickly left. It was time to get back to the bar before she was missed. 

As the door closed behind her, the door to one of the stalls opened. The look on Ming's face was one of quiet determination. 

*

Daniel pushed his half full plate away. He and Holly had enjoyed their breakfast in Norman Chad's company but the conversation with Williams was heavy on his mind.

"Nervous, Daniel?" asked Holly. She could not know the real reason for his pensive mood.

"Kind of," he replied with a wistful grin. He decided to ignore his meeting with the surly Detective and play along with Holly's theme. "But in a strange way, it still feels like I'm on a rollercoaster." 

Her raised eyebrow asked him the silent question.

"To begin with, my biggest fear was making a fool of myself and losing all the credibility I've built up during the year."

The sexy blonde laughed. "Surely last year's victory gave you all the credibility a person could get?"

He smiled ruefully and glanced at Chad, who replied for him.

"The thing is, Holly," he smiled. "Nowadays, winning the Main Event is no guarantee of greatness. People look at Chris Moneymaker and think he got lucky. And as for Jamie Gold..."

They all laughed. Most people's opinion of Jamie Gold was similar.

"But Daniel here," he continued, "He's shown with his performances this year that he's a true champion. He's now regarded as highly as say, Raymer and Hachem."

"I think I understand," she said, attracting two pairs of eyes as she straightened her blouse.

"And the thing is," Daniel said, drawing his gaze away. He picked up on his earlier theme, "My survival to this stage has brought me that additional credibility. So now, rather than worrying about that aspect, I want to go out and win the damn thing!"

Chad nodded. "And you've put yourself in a good position to do so. Luck will play its usual part, but with nine tables and forty-five players left, you and Doyle are the only two people remaining that have experienced victory!" 

Holly nodded, looking sombre for a second before breaking into a broad smile.  "The problem is," she eventually said, "you've got to get past me first."

*

Parker wondered why Ming had suddenly left the club that morning. But with Julie asking to see him, it was convenient she was out of the way. The twenty year-old gave a soft, nervous tap on the office door.

"Come in," he drawled.

She fidgeted nervously as she entered, unsure whether she wanted to be there at all. But there she was.

"Well, well," he said. "You usually run away from me, not towards me."

She made no move. Her eyes flicked around the empty office.

"Better make your mind up, darlin'. If you are coming in, close the door."

The raven-haired beauty slowly turned and closed the door behind her. Parker feasted his eyes on the firm buttocks pushing against her skirt. At most, she wore a thong he imagined. Hopefully, he'd soon find out. When she turned back towards him, her sparkling green eyes were apprehensive. 

Her superb unsupported breasts heaved in time with her heavy breathing. But it was the nipples, temptingly in evidence against the material of her thin cream blouse, that aroused him most.

For a moment, neither of them spoke. The silence lingered in the air between them. His mind raced as to why she wanted to see him. Suddenly, the light in his brain went on. It was his proposition! She needed the money! 

He gave a reassuring soft smile and motioned toward the chair opposite Ming's desk. 

"Okay, Julie. I'm not going to bite. You really have the wrong impression of me, you know."

The look in her eyes told him she didn't believe a word. That didn't prevent him from shooting another comforting look as he leant back in his seat.

"I assume you are here for a reason?"

The brunette made no immediate answer. Instead she silently sat down. She crossed her slender legs and kept her eyes down, looking into her lap. Eventually, she met his gaze.

"You said you could help me and Bobby," she said.

He nodded thoughtfully. Thumping both feet onto Ming's desk, he responded, "Well actually, Julie, I said I could help you, not Bobby."

"That's the same thing," she retorted.

"To you it is, not to me. I take it this has to do with your money trouble?"

She nodded. For a second, Parker thought she was going to burst into tears. But she threw her head back. Her short black hair bounced for a second. 

"We... we need money," she softly said. Her voice was so low he could hardly hear her.

"You need money," he corrected. He locked one foot across the other on the desk.

Her eyes flashed. She wasn't going to play games. "Okay. I need money."

"How much?" he asked. His eyes locked on her face.

"Five thousand dollars."

Parker let out a low whistle. Her eyes widened. She looked close to tears again.

"I knew I shouldn't have asked," she half sobbed. "You can't help me."

She was halfway out of his seat when his words stopped her.

"Oh, I can help you, Julie. In fact, that's around the amount I had in mind when we spoke the other day,"

Her green eyes widened even further. As she sat down again with a slight bump, her breasts bounced deliciously under her blouse. Parker licked his lips at the sight. Play this right, he told himself, and you'll be sampling those soon.

She tried to speak but the words would not come out. "H... how...." she eventually managed to stutter.

Parker rose and walked around the desk. Her sparkling eyes nervously followed him. He straightened his red, silk tie, smiling at his reflection in the mirror on the wall next to her.

"I produce films," he simply said.

He smoothed a hand through his hair as their eyes met in the mirror. The raven-haired beauty looked away. He saw the frown cover her forehead and knew the next few seconds would determine whether she would bite. 

"What kind of films?" she asked, glancing nervously at him over her shoulder.

His smile was chilling. "Julie. You'll appreciate my films aren't exactly mainstream. They involve... a little sex."

He felt her gasp. She started to rise, but the hands he slipped onto her slim shoulders held her in the chair. 

"Julie, you're not an innocent," he persuasively rasped. "We both know you would not be here right now if you were not desperate. My reading is that you need this money pretty quickly?"

She made no answer but let out an involuntary whimper.

"And we both know that five thousand dollars doesn't fall from trees, don't we?"

Parker began to rub her shoulders. His strong fingers dug into her tense muscles through the material of the blouse.

"Julie," he continued, his voice cajoling. "I'm making a film in two days time. For one days... work... I'll pay you five grand. Just think about it."

She sat quietly. He knew she was tempted by his proposition. In normal circumstances, the girl would not have gone within a million miles of such an offer. This Bobby of hers must be in serious trouble. 

"Julie," his soft, comforting voice continued. "It's a way out of all your troubles. I know how tough this must be for you. I can feel the tension in your shoulders. Try to relax and think about what I'm saying."

As he spoke, Parker eased his fingers forward. They dipped down over the slope of her shoulders and edged closer to her unfettered breasts. He continued his persuasion.

"Don't throw this chance away. One day's work, Julie. What do you think?" 

Once she had complied, she would be his to use time and time again. The threat of showing the film to all and sundry would see to that. He was close to getting her to that point. Otherwise, she would have been out of that chair and the office by now.

"When do you need the money?" his cunning voice asked.

She gulped. "A thousand by the day after tomorrow." Her voice was hoarse. "The rest within two weeks!"

Parker kept the pressure on. "I'm assuming bad things will happen to Bobby if you don't find the money?" 

She slowly nodded. 

He smiled. This was getting better and better. "Let's work on that tension whilst you think," he whispered. 

Parker lightly massaged her lower neck. His fingers dug into the soft skin just inside the fabric of her blouse. Each stroke edged a little more of the material apart and gradually revealed the swell of her cleavage. He could feel himself growing hard. 

"Please, stop, Parker," she said, her voice a strained whisper. It was difficult to think. She lifted her right hand onto his. 

He could see her nipples pushing against the material. His soft caresses were having the desired effect. So was his promise of a way out. He needed to help her find a way across the mental barrier.

"Julie, we need to get rid of all that tension. You know that. And five thousand dollars... five thousand dollars! No more problems. You and Bobby will be free to move forward. Isn't that what you want?"

She dropped her hand away from his. "I... I don't know..."

"You don't know if you want to help Bobby?" he asked, twisting her words. "You don't know if you want to free yourself from all that debt and start a better life?"

"Of course I do," she quickly answered. Her voice was sharp.

"And I'm making it possible, Julie."

His stroking fingers dipped lower inside her blouse. They flirted with the swell of her breasts. Her delectable mounds erotically rose and fell. 

"Parker, I can't think straight," she whispered. Despite herself, she rested her head back against his stomach.

*

Following her phone call to Desmond, Big Eddie wanted to meet Ming. It was an opportunity to assess this dame for himself. Desmond had given him good reports and he needed to validate them. 

The large mansion he chose as a meeting place was the home of a business friend. Bruno had earned a worldwide recognition for the quality of his photographic work and his model wife Amaka had regularly appeared on the covers of just about every famous magazine across the world.

The owners made themselves scarce for the duration of the meeting and Eddie carefully evaluated everything she had to say. Once she had given him the low down on Carly's infiltration and Parker's sideline, he thanked her and held her arm as walked her out to her car.

"I hope I've done the right thing," Ming said, looking down at the contrast between the blackness of his hand and her pale arm. 

"Absolutely," he replied with a soft smile. "I needed to know about both of those situations."

She gave a nervous smile as she unlocked the car.

"The one thing I've learned in business, above everything else, is that you need people you can trust." 

Eddie's eyes never left hers as he spoke, even now looking for a reaction that would send an alarm bell chiming in his brain.

"By contacting us, you've proven that, Ming," he added. 

His eyes devoured her legs as she opened the door and eased herself into the driver's seat. Despite her skirt riding up her thigh, she made no move to cover herself. He nodded in appreciation as she willingly allowed him to feast on her long legs.

"At some stage," he growled, "You and I are gonna have a more intimate conversation."

Ming smiled as if she could imagine what that conversation would involve.

"But for now, we do as we agreed. You leave this Parker and his film making to us. But you tell him about the Carly broad. We'll take care of the rest."




Vegas: Bk 02 Ch. 07



Ming waited until he had finished before starting the engine. She knew her place.

"Oh yeah," he added, stopping himself as he began to close the door. "Not a word to Kay - yet. You gotta tell her, but not until I okay it. Right? I don't want her interfering with our plans!"

"I won't," Ming acquiesced.

"Another test of your loyalty," he rasped. He nodded at her and then closed the car door.

They both knew Ming would do exactly as he had asked.

*

Julie was trying to control herself. But she was aroused. Parker's touch felt good as he traced along the upper curvature of her heaving cleavage. Her rapid, shallow breathing reinforced that feeling. 

She knew she could not trust this man. But the chance of getting out of the mess her stupid boyfriend had created was overwhelming. She was confused. The feather-light touches of Parker's hands were sensational. Her body shook as his teasing fingers caressed the swell of her breasts. Her entire body felt as if small electrical currents were zipping through it.

With each soft caress, her blouse pulled lightly across her ever so sensitive rosebuds. The friction created a ripple of arousal that snaked its way down into her loins. One part of her mind wanted to wrench his hands away, the other told her pull them onto her needy breasts. 

"Parker! No! You have to stop," she groaned as she slipped her hands over his.

Her half hearted request seemed to have the desired effect. His hands left her body. As she dropped her own hands back to her lap, her sigh was a mixture of relief and frustration. God, her tits so cried out for attention. 

His fingers dropped to the top button of her blouse. Her momentary relief fizzled fast, replaced once again with her pounding heart. He released it. Then the next. She swallowed hard. Her mixture of excitement and apprehension heightened. 

"Stop, Parker" she whimpered. They both knew she did not really mean what she said.

His fingers popped open the next. Her breath caught. Only one more button. She couldn't will herself to stop him. The final button was released and the cool air attacked her already diamond hard nipples. He gently peeled both sides of her blouse away. In a final defiant act, she placed both her hands over his. For a second, time stood still. 

Parker broke the impasse. 

He edged his palms towards her breasts, her hands piggy backing on his. She made no attempt to stop him.  Instead, when he finally cupped each breast, she arched her back and pushed them into his hands. His thumbs flicked her aching nipples. 

Julie's fingers tightened on his. But instead of wrenching them away, she dug them into her thrusting tits, a surge of warmth centring directly between her thighs. 

Her legs edged apart as her wetness grew. Her hands left his and slid under her short skirt. She was desperate to find relief. Behind her, his bulge pushed into the back of her head. He was as aroused as she. 

The near topless beauty could not help herself. Her legs widened. Her fingers slithered onto and then underneath her thong. Immediately, she attacked her swollen clit. 

Parker watched her movements, smelt her arousal. He timed his rough kneading of her breasts in line with her throaty growls. Julie pushed her head back into his groin as he built up the pressure. An unstoppable fire coursed through her body. 

Within seconds, the combination of both sets of hands had achieved their objective. Her hips jerked as she cried out. Her body bent forward as the spasms racked through her. Parker dropped his head to lick and nip at her neck as she came. His hands continued to knead her tits. Her nipples burned into his palms.

The way she lost herself in her orgasm was a major turn-on for Parker. Her legs widened further as she continued to buck on her working fingers and a second explosive orgasm followed the first.

Parker took advantage. He slipped around in front of her. As she recovered, he took her juice-covered hand and placed it on his bulge. 

She cupped him through his slacks. The warm, heavy weight of his erection felt so good against her palm. Another tremor of arousal fed itself through her. The feeling intensified when he let out a soft sigh of pleasure. She loved the way his hips arched towards her in eager response. Any thoughts of the money had left her. This was all about her need for sex. And it was his turn now. 

Parker dropped his hand to grip her short black hair. Julie grunted. He pulled her face up so that he could stare into her lustful eyes. She loved his roughness and felt another surge of lust wash through her. One orgasm was not going to be enough. 

She pushed his legs open and possessively cupped his erection. Her other hand slid to his zipper, roughly tugging it down. It was at that point that the door opened.

Ming stood there, her eyes ablaze. "What the fuck?" she snarled.

*

Holly felt calm, despite her appalling run of cards. Her chip stack was being gradually eroded, but she knew that one hand could turn that around. And she was prepared to wait for that hand. 

It arrived late in the afternoon. By one of those curious twists of fate, it featured a clash with the only other remaining female. Crystal Gazes was having the tournament of her life and had gone on record as stating that to reach this stage had exceeded her wildest dreams. That was about to end.

One off the button, Crystal made a big bet. Holly felt it was an effort to take the pot there and then. She had seen the dark haired woman make a similar move on several occasions. The blonde decided that with Eight-Seven suited, now was the time to take advantage. The Button and Small Blind folded. Holly called.

Behind their sunglasses, both women knew their eyes were locked on every single movement each other made. It was Crystal who began the aggressive banter. "Protecting your blind, honey?"

Holly gave a non-committal answer. "Trying to, Crystal. Trying to."

The brunette gave a small snort, her lips smiling as she spoke. "Don't overstretch yourself, honey. We girls have to stick together."

Holly gave a soft smile as she leant slightly forward. "Want to check it down?"

Crystal's mouth creased into a small smile. "Don't think I'll be able to do that, honey."

Two Swedish players at the far end of the table laughed. The younger one nudged the other and spoke to the table. "Don't you just love it when two women go head to head?"

The other let out a low growling noise and the rest of the table laughed along with them. Holly had no interest in the banter. Her eyes were watching every change in expression on Crystal's face. There was not much to see.

The flop was Six-Five-Four. 

Not only had Holly flopped a straight but the two clubs gave her a flush draw. She checked, hoping to entice a bet. Crystal lightly tapped her index finger on the green baize in front of her. 

Holly reasoned that the Jack of hearts on the flop was no help to Crystal. She thought for a short time before making a small bet. Her hope was that Crystal would believe she was trying to steal. The brunette's reaction was immediate.

"All-in," she called.

Holly instantly knew that Crystal had something. But she was well aware that she was ahead. She immediately called, turning over her cards. She hoped that Crystal was holding something like Ace-Jack rather than a set or a higher flush draw. But the way the brunette eyes peered at Holly as she raised her sunglasses indicated that she still had hope. 

Her pocket sevens indicated why. Any of her thirteen outs would give her the winning hand. Either quads or a full house. The dealer counted each chip stack and then recounted. By some strange quirk, they were identical. One would double up and the other would leave. The increasing noise around the table as the hand played out was now deafening.

Holly ignored it all. She rested her sunglasses on the top of her wavy, blonde hair, and nodded across to Crystal. The brunette shrugged in return. Fate would determine the winner. And fate brought the prettiest card in the deck. 

The brunette slowly collected her belongings and walked around the table. Holly was unsure how Crystal would react and was surprised as she threw her arms around her. They hugged.

"I wish it had gone my way," the brunette softly whispered. As she pulled away, she added, "And I wish I had tits like those."

She ruefully grinned at Holly for a few seconds before wishing the table luck. With a glance behind her, she slung her bag over her shoulder and walked away. 

*

"What the fuck was that all about, Parker?" Ming snarled. 

"Didn't she tell you?" he asked, his voice condescending. He casually leant back against her office door.

"She's in no state to tell me anything," she told him, her almond eyes filled with anger. "I've sent her home and will see her tomorrow. I'll get to the bottom of it then."

"What can I say?" he grinned. "I knew my personality would win her round."

Ming crossed her arms and defiantly stared at him. "Parker, leave her alone. She's innocent."

"Just how I like them."

"Parker, I'm telling you to lay off the girl. And while I'm at it, no more fucking on these premises. You can do that somewhere else."

He chuckled and raised an eyebrow. "Why Ming! It's only a few days since you had your legs wrapped around me. Weren't you pleading with me to fuck your brains out?"

"PARKER!" she screamed at him as she leant forward in her seat. 

He just smiled. "It seems to me you've become very jealous since Carly appeared on the scene. Not getting enough, Ming?"

Her soft smile surprised him. His brow furrowed in uncertainty. Ming put her hands behind her neck and swung back in her chair. 

"Carly," she softly said. "Our little spy!"

She watched the look of shock spread across his face. "Spy?"

The Asian beauty slowly nodded. "That's right, Parker. She took you hook, line and sinker. She works for Joshua."

His eyes widened. "Are you...."

She completed his sentence. "Sure? Yes I'm sure. She's a plant! I overheard the bitch on the phone to him."

Parker's eyes hardened as he stood away from the door. He was lost in thought for a few seconds before his eyes returned to meet hers. He knew exactly how he would extract revenge. 

"Have you confronted her?" he asked, leaning over her desk.

"Oh, no. I thought I'd leave her to you," she sneered.

He gave a grunt as he straightened up and closed the distance to the door. "You do that," he said over his shoulder as he stomped out.

*

The ring of the doorbell sent a final flutter through Lauren's stomach. She'd been nervous all day and had spent far too much time preparing herself for this evening. She went to her front door, checking herself in the hall mirror one more time.

The blonde nodded her approval. She was glad she'd stuck with the short black wrap-dress. She'd tied it closed, but loose enough that the deep cleavage formed by her red push-up bra was on full display. Still, she took a moment to adjust herself before opening the door.

Rachal was alone. Standing on the doorstep in a low cut, red dress, a tiny purse clutched in her hands, she looked a little lost. Good, Lauren thought, at least she wasn't the only one nervous.

And that dress looked sensational. It hugged her curvaceous figure, plunging low across her chest and barely covering her long, shapely legs. "Hi, sugar," she said. Her white teeth broke into a dazzling smile. 

"Rachal," Lauren breathed. "You look great!"

Samuel's daughter smiled. "And so do you, sugar. Your neckline is almost as low as mine!"

Both women laughed as they hugged one another.

"Come on in," Lauren said, closing the door behind them. "Where's Denzil?" 

Rachal sexily flopped down on the couch, flashing plenty of leg. "I love your accent!" she giggled before answering the question. "He won't be long." Her dark brown eyes flashed. "I figured it would be better for you and I to have a chat first."

"Okay," Lauren responded with a puzzled look. She wondered what Rachal had on her mind.

"Two things," Rachal responded, as if hearing the unspoken question. She spread her arms across the back of the couch. Lauren licked her lips as she took in this young girl's phenomenal body. "But first, a drink?"

Lauren laughed. "I have some chilled Chardonnay ready."

Rachal's eyes widened. "But how did you know...?"

The blonde laughed again. "That's my secret."

Within a few short minutes she had handed a glass to the beautiful young girl and sat down next to her. They shuffled around to face one another.

"Two things?" she softly said.

Rachal's smile disappeared. "First, my father..." 

Lauren's face turned sombre. She looked away and sipped from her glass. The wine tasted crisp and dry.

"Aha, I knew it!" Rachal spurted. She sat forward and dropped a hand onto Lauren's.

The blonde looked back at the young woman. Samuel's daughter had a sympathetic look on her face. "Knew what?"  

Rachal flicked back her long, wavy, reddish-brown hair in a now familiar gesture. Her deep brown eyes narrowed. "I knew there was something wrong. Spill the beans!"

Lauren looked away again.

Rachal's voice was almost pleading. "Please! I promise this will not go beyond the two of us."

Lauren looked back into the persuasive eyes. She gave a deep sigh and drained what remained of her wine. Before speaking, she refilled their glasses from the bottle on the side table.

"You promise this will stay between us?" she eventually asked.  

Rachal nodded enthusiastically. Her gleaming eyes appeared anxious to understand the full story. "Well, that time at the restaurant, when we first met, that was when it all started..."

Twenty minutes later, Lauren was done. She left nothing out. It helped feeling Rachal's reassuring hand in hers.

"The bastard," Rachal spat, standing up abruptly and running her fingers through her glossy hair. "I knew he cheated on my mother. She does too, I think."

She'd have to be pretty stupid not to, thought Lauren. 

"Would he really have destroyed your sister's career?"

Lauren nodded, looking up at the riled up girl. "Oh, yes, I've no doubt about that."  

Rachal threw down her drink. Her glass clinked against the side table as she set it down. "The bastard," she said again. Her flaring eyes displayed her anger.   She stared down at Lauren. Her face was a study in concentration. Lauren blushed slightly under the hot gaze. Samuel's daughter's eyes drifted across the blonde's body before settling on her exposed cleavage. Even in the subdued light, she could see the anger turn to arousal. 

Neither spoke for a moment. The silence stretched on between them. Each set of eyes burned into one another.

Lauren attempted to break the rising sexual tension. "You said two things?" she blurted.

Rachal smiled mischievously, holding her hands out to the blonde. Lauren let herself be pulled up to a stand. The girls were about the same height. Rachal edged closer, running her thumb across Lauren's knuckles. The blonde could feel her breath on her face as the distance between them narrowed. 

"That's right," Samuel's daughter said.  "'Demi' gave me something to pass on to you!"

Lauren let out a faint whimper at the sound of the name. She watched hypnotically as Rachal's toned arm reached up and snaked around her neck. The reddish-brown haired woman pulled Lauren's face to hers, closing the short distance. Her mouth was open before they even touched. Like a predator, she bit the blonde's lower lip first, tugging on it playfully before turning her head and sliding her tongue in. She felt Lauren moan into her mouth as the girl returned the slow, sensual kiss. 

Rachal eased Lauren down onto the couch, a message to the blonde that she was in control. The porn queen was content to allow the younger girl to be the aggressor. Her eyes widened as Rachal took two steps away and unzipped her little red dress. With a toss of her hair, she gently slid it away.

Lauren's eyes feasted on her near naked form. The girl wore no bra; her full, youthful breasts didn't need one. Only the skimpy, black panties protected her modesty.

Rachal nodded at her prey. An unspoken instruction. Lauren obeyed. 

She untied the belt that kept her little dress closed, pulling it open and off. Rachal's eyes narrowed at the sight of the skimpy red thong and matching lacy bra. The younger girl's evenly tanned body pounced like a graceful cat's. She closed the distance quickly, sliding up between Lauren's legs as they kissed once again – more insistently this time.

The soft, wet sounds of their kissing filled the room. Lauren could resist no more. She cupped Rachal's jutting young breasts. The kiss deepened. It became hotter and more passionate. Lauren's hands explored Rachal's tits, gently squeezing and savouring each delectable mound. 

The erect nipples felt like twin pinpoints of heat burning against each palm. She lowered her head. Her hands slid away to caress Rachal's hips, tracing along the delicate strands of her g-string. Her searching mouth took control of her left nipple. She sucked it in, tugging on it with her teeth. Samuel's daughter cried out in pleasure. The blonde formed her lips in a tight seal around the soft flesh. Her tongue flicked against the caramel-coloured nipple. Rachal's low moans were like homing signals. 

Suddenly, the reddish-brown haired beauty pushed Lauren away. She pulled the porn star's bra off and dipped her head to return the favour. Lauren groaned as the supercharged tongue flicked one hard nipple and then the other. They took turns, their mouths passing back and forth between each other's saliva covered breasts. 

The ringing of her apartment bell temporarily broke the spell. Rachal was unfazed. 

"Don't move, lover," she whispered, jumping up and racing to the door. Through a haze of lust, Lauren watched the girl's tight body prance away. She had a fanciful tattoo of a butterfly across her lower back, where the narrow stings of her panties met in a T.

Checking first through the spy hole, Samuel's daughter unlocked the door. Without a word, she immediately returned to the couch. Lauren began to pull her dress back around her naked chest, but Lauren simply giggle and tore it away, tossing it over her shoulder.

"Uh-uh," she whispered, shaking her head. 

Lauren gasped as Rachal pushed her backwards. Before she could react, her young lover was licking her way down her trembling body. Rachal's strong hands kept her legs parted wide and her fingers slid into the sides of the red thong. She roughly pulled it from Lauren's body, the delicate thing tearing away. Her eyes snaked to the thick carpet of downy blonde pubic hair. 

She looked up at Lauren, her brown eyes dancing, as she lowered her head. The blonde's aroused clit was standing at attention. In an instant Rachal sucked it into her wet mouth.

Lauren cried out, bucking her hips up into the beautiful face. Her lover's sharp fingertips dug into her ass. Rachal's mouth was devouring her. She sucked, licked and nipped as she drove the blonde towards her goal. 

Lauren tangled her hands in the long, wavy hair. Her orgasm was closing in. Rachal eagerly hoovered up her love juices as she writhed and moaned beneath her. Her head thrashed back and forth. She was losing control. 

She nearly cried out as Rachal paused, withdrawing slightly. "Open your eyes, lover," she whispered. Lauren did. 

A handsome young man was leaning against the wall. He was naked. His firm hand stroked his impressive erection as he watched the two women. 

It crossed Lauren's mind that Rachal hadn't said her boyfriend was black, not that she minded. He looked a few years older than them, his hard body lean yet well-muscled. He was going to be fun, she thought naughtily as Rachal's mouth returned to her pussy.




Vegas: Bk 02 Ch. 07



Her eyes fluttered shut when Rachal's lips pursed around her pearl, but the image of Denzil stroking his cock was burned behind her eyelids.

The young temptress sucked the porn star to orgasm. It didn't take long. The blonde felt the delicious pressure build in her body as Rachal's talented mouth paid homage to her. Fuck, that was good! She lifted her ass from the cushions as she exploded. Her love juices gushed forth like a spring. Rachal drank in the sweet nectar, her lapping tongue prolonging the sensational climax. 

Lauren's eyes opened in time to see the hot young stud crossing the room. 

*

Desmond was not a happy man. The wailing of the sirens hurt his ears. The noise continued even after the squad cars had pulled to a halt. He stared at them on the gravel outside of Big Eddie's mansion before turning his attention back to the two officers who had wrapped on the door.

"Your timing's off, boys," he sneeringly said. "The Boss ain't here."

"We're not interested in speaking to Big Eddie," the thickset cop laughed. He picked an imaginary hair from the lapel of his dark blue suit and cast a smug grin across at his partner.

The middle-aged cop beside him looked like he had seen it all. In his well-worn and threadbare suit, he provided quite a contrast to his younger partner. "Where is he, by the way?"

Desmond thought of his boss's assignment with Ming. He made no comment. He was too clever to be caught out in such a basic fashion. He gave his toothie smile and shrugged his shoulders.

"Is Katherine Forrest here?" he asked.

Desmond's face dropped. How the fuck did they know that? 

"You got identification?" was all he could think to ask.

"I take it that's a yes," the older cop smirked. 

His young partner reached inside the jacket of his well-cut suit and producing a slim wallet. He snapped it open. 

"Dan Williams from LVPD," he said. "This is Detective Tom Jeffries from the District Attorney's office. Now before we take you in, Desmond..." 

Desmond's eyes widened at the mention of his name. 

"Oh yes, we know who you are. And we'll be having a longer conversation at some point. But first things first, Desmond. Please bring Miss Forrest to the door." 

Desmond hesitated for a second, considering his options. He had none. He turned on his heels. He needed to warn Katherine to keep her mouth shut. God knows what the bitch might tell them. 

Williams attempted to follow. Desmond heard the footsteps on the marble floor and spun around. "Let's see the warrant!" he spat.

Williams gave a soft smile. He retraced his steps to the door. "You want to brief Miss Forrest first?" 

"Without a warrant, how are you gonna stop me," Desmond gloated.

"Easily enough," Jeffries answered. He stepped alongside his partner and nodded over Desmond's shoulder. "I take it you are Miss Forrest?" 

Desmond spun around. Katherine was standing in the hallway, a shocked expression haunted her pale face. 

"I'm Detective Tom Jeffries and this is Detective Williams. We need you to come with us to answer a few questions, Miss Forrest."

Katherine's mouth dropped. Her alarmed eyes flared at Desmond. "Do I have to?"

"You have to," snarled Williams. He ignored the overweight man and walked across to Katherine. As she took a step back, he took her arm. "Let's do this the easy way," he suggested.

"Tell them nothing," Desmond shouted, as Williams eased Katherine passed him. 

The Detective stopped for a moment and ginned. "Why thank you, Desmond," he said, sticking his face as close as he could to the balding hood. "At least we now know she has something to tell..."

* 

Rachel settled in next to Lauren as the blonde recovered from her orgasm. It was some time since she'd cum that hard and she was having trouble focusing. Denzil was sitting to her left. Rachal was on her right. The young girl leant in for a long, sensuous kiss. Lauren could taste her own juices.

"Ready for Denzil now?" the young temptress softly murmured, running her fingers through Lauren's thick pubic curls. 

She had such a sexy way of talking. Her voice was so warm and sultry. Yet sweet, like audible honey. Then her words kicked into Lauren's mind. Ready for Denzil?

Rachel took Lauren's hand before she could think further. She slipped it onto Denzil's impressive hardness.

"Big, isn't he?" she seductively whispered. 

She bent down to briefly suck on Lauren's right nipple before sliding her tongue to her soft ear. "Want to taste my Denzil's cock?"

Lauren moaned at the words. 

Denzil straddled her sitting body. He adjusted himself so his big, black cock was level with her mouth. There was no finesse. He eased a hand around Lauren's neck and guided her mouth to his long shaft. 

It took her a second to adjust. She stared into his black eyes as she snaked her hands to his hips. Her tongue slid along the underside of his thickness, coating it with saliva. Then she wrapped her mouth around him. As her lips worked on him in, she could feel her chin bounce against his black testicles. Or perhaps it was the other way around. 

Rachal slipped down between her legs again. She lapped at the blonde. Long, powerful strokes of her tongue. Her boyfriend settled into a steady rhythm above her. Rachal looked up and saw that tiny beads of sweat were running down Denzil's face. His eyes were shut. He was clearly revelling in the moment. 

The blonde raised a hand and caressed the bouncing testicles, surprised they were shaved smooth. His cock jumped in her throat at the contact. Letting out a low moan, he leant forward so that his arms rested on the back of the couch behind her head.

"Fuck, baby," he groaned. 

Lauren would have smiled, except that her mouth was full. Her body was tingling from Rachal's tongue lashing. She eased her mouth back, attempting to catch her breath. Denzil would have none of it.

"I'm close, baby," he growled. His voice was deep and commanding. His right hand dug into her short blonde hair and pulled her mouth back onto him.

He was big. But in her profession, Lauren had taken bigger. The blonde swallowed him all the way. He growled again. She slid him back out, repeating the movement several times, fucking him with her mouth. The tension in his balls under her hand told her he was nearly ready to cum. She squeezed first his right testicle and then his left. 

That was enough to send him over the edge. He bent forward as he fired into her mouth. Round after round splattered against the back of her throat. With some difficulty, she took all he could offer.

As she began to lick him clean, she felt him jerk back. Rachal had pulled him away. She took his place. Straddling Lauren's hips, she pulled the blonde's mouth to her needy sex. Her g-string was gone. Lauren caught a glimpse of the girl's completely bald pussy before the girl began to thrust herself against her face. Rachal's fingers dug into her short hair. The girl was insatiable. 

The porn queen was being used and she loved it. A second mini orgasm ran through her as Rachal violently face-fucked her. Then the young woman exploded, flooding Lauren's mouth as she howled like a banshee.

*

The day had been good to Daniel. Last year's champion had received more than his share of cards. He had made the right moves when he needed to. Each coin flip had gone his way. His chip stack had him placed in the leading five positions. It had been one of those days when his concentration had been total.

Since Holly had joined the table some time ago, they had remained out of each other's way. With ten players remaining, the sole requirement was to reduce the field by one. And at four o'clock in the morning, that seemed a good idea. That would give them their final table. An it would allow everyone to get some sleep. 

As was usual at this stage, play was cautious. No one wanted to be the last player out before the Final Table. Apart from the odd move when a short stack pushed all-in and somehow survived, play was routine. Then Daniel was dealt pocket Nines.

He made the normal three times the big blind raise. Everyone folded around to the button. Holly stared at him for a while. He managed to keep his eyes trained on her face and attempted to put her on a hand. He had the feeling she had something big and was working out how much to raise. It was a surprise when she simply called.

The flop was as bad as it could be for Daniel. Ace-King-Queen. All hearts.

He had to find out where he was. He made another raise. Half the pot. 

Holly sat impassively as she contemplated her next move. With a soft sigh, she announced, "All-in."

Daniel shook his head as the noise in the room stepped up a couple of levels. No heroics. He turned his pocket nines over as he threw them away. Holly showed her Three-Two of clubs. The collective gasp from the table and spectators shook the room.

"I knew you wouldn't want to knock me out, Daniel," she grinned mischievously.

It was a confident but reckless move. Daniel thought back to the kid that had outplayed him with the Five-Three of hearts last year. He hoped Holly did not suffer the same fate. He wanted them both at the final table. The next hand he got his wish. 

His and Holly's nemesis, Texas Dollie, had built up a sizeable chip lead. He called another small-stack all-in with pocket threes. They held up against the Ace-Jack and the table went wild.

The remaining players congratulated themselves. Daniel walked around and gave Holly a warm hug. Her excitement was such that even through his thin shirt, he could feel her hard nipples press against his chest.

"Unbelievable," he said, not knowing whether he meant their achievement or her body's reaction. "Congratulations!"

"Like the move?" she asked with a grin.

His eyebrows shot up. "Let's just say it was interesting at that stage of the tourney," he said.

"Well," she laughed, "now you know I have balls, as well as tits."

*

When Rachal rolled away in a sweaty heap of naked, bronzed flesh, Lauren's eyes focused once again on Denzil. The athletic, nude man was hunched over the coffee table, where he was cutting up lines of coke with a credit card. Rachal's purse sat open next to it.

Her nose and body tingled at the sight of the fine white powder. "You party, right?" Denzil asked in that deep voice of his.

"I used to." She'd been addicted to it, in fact, for a while. It had taken her months to get off of it, but she still enjoyed the occasional line before going out to a club or with a lover.

"Lady's first?" he asked, rolling up a crisp hundred dollar note and handing it to her.

"What the hell," she shrugged, dipping low and snorting the line quickly.

"My turn," Rachal said, taking the bill from the blonde and inserting it into her cute little nostril. 

"What would your father say?" Lauren teased.

"Fuck him," the younger girl giggled as the cocaine-rush hit her.

"I have," Lauren laughed, feeling her own chemical confidence infuse her mind.

"TMI, sugar. TMI!"

As Denzil did his line, Samuel Smith's daughter turned to Lauren. "So, want to fuck my Denzil?" The girls laughed, everyone in the room knowing the answer to that question.

Denzil stood up and stretched, giving both girls a good look at his Adonis-like body. Lauren's body tingled and it was more than just the drugs.

"Do you even have to ask?"

Rachal giggled again, exchanging a quick look with her boyfriend. "Well, there's one hitch," she said, crawling across the couch to the other girl. "You see, Denzil and I have seen every movie you've been in..." The thought of these two hot young lovers watching her blue films sent a shiver right down into Lauren's sex. "And we've always loved you, but..."

She glanced at Denzil, who'd taken a seat on the other side of Lauren. "But you've gotta lose the bush, baby," he finished.

It wasn't the first time she'd gotten this kind of advice. Her agent had been pressing her for some time to shave herself, and there were the fan letters and e-mails. But she'd started to think of her wide triangle of curls as her 'look.'

"I can't," she said as Rachal's fingers passed into her pubic hair.

"Come on, honey. Give it a try... you'll love it..." She kissed the side of Lauren's neck and slipped two fingers into her warm pussy. God, that felt good. "Denzil doesn't fuck anything but..."

Lauren thought of Rachal's best friend, and the brunette's little tab of hair. "What about Demi... er, Chloe" she asked as she felt her will weaken. She'd been curious, sure, and most of the other girls in the industry had gone clean shaven.

"Chloe's a lesbian, remember? She won't even do Denzil. But I think you want to."

Lauren heard Denzil's sharp sniff as he did another line off her coffee table. She pulled herself away from the other girl's sensual hands. The black man handed her the rolled bill and she quickly took another hit of blow.

Denzil was there when she opened her eyes, looking as beautiful as ever. He kissed her with strong, full lips. She melted into his powerful arms. "I have an image," she tried to explain, stroking his face. He had a beautiful bone structure and a strong, masculine jaw. "People have come to expect a certain look..."

"Which is why I want you to do this, baby," he rumbled. So sexy. Were they actually getting off on this control? She had a film scheduled to shoot in two days, the evidence would be all over the Internet in weeks.

He set her down on the couch, sliding his hard body over hers. She felt him press against her pussy, shuddering as the crown bumped against her swollen clitoris. She opened her legs wider, sliding her bottom down to get into position. Denzil saw right through her, hoisting himself up with an arm on either side of her.

"Uh uh... doesn't the porn queen want to give her biggest fans what they want?" Again, he lowered his body to hers, the head of his cock carving up along her oily furrow.

Lauren groaned, feeling sweat bead on her forehead. It would grow back, she started to rationalize. And these were her fans... "Uh God," she felt Denzil slid inside of her for a moment. She arched her back, throwing her hips against him to feel more, but he rolled to one side.

"Rach'll take care of you, baby," he whispered, stroking her face and covering her neck in kisses. When she looked down, she saw Samuel Smith's daughter between her legs, smiling up with those luminous brown eyes.

Rachal had a little pair of clippers in her hand. "Just tell me when and I'll do it," she said.

Lauren sighed. "I..." 

Denzil kissed down her neck and out along her swollen breasts. His pink tongue circled her nipple. Just this one time, she reasoned. For this sexy young couple. 

"Do it," she practically whimpered, completely at the mercy of this girl and her hot boyfriend.

Rachal's eyes flared as she went to work. She had a soft touch, teasing her as she trimmed back Lauren's familiar dark blonde curls. Denzil kept her distracted, continuing to pleasure her breasts with his hands and mouth, kissing her slowly every few minutes.

Things got fuzzier once Rachal began to shave her. If she knew it felt this good to go bare, she'd have converted years ago! Carefully, erotically, the younger girl reduced Lauren's once immaculate thatch to nothing. Not a strip. Not a tab. Not a single curl.

"Voila," Rachal said, washing the shaving cream away with a damp face cloth. "Magnifique!"

Hesitantly, Lauren looked down at herself. At her newly hairless mound. "Geez," she whispered, touching herself. It felt like being touched by a stranger. What was the porn world going to say about this?!

Right then and there, she'd didn't care. She turned to Denzil, opening her legs wide and fingering herself. "I hope this is satisfactory?" she said, feeling her body surge with sexual confidence. His eyes glowed. "You gonna fuck me now?"

Rachal's hot boyfriend didn't need to be asked twice. The blonde pushed him onto his back, his long, thick cock already thrusting skyward, ready for action. Rachal was there to help, wrapping her hands around Lauren's breasts, as the blonde straddled her boyfriend. She lovingly guided his black cock inside her blonde lover.

"God that looks hot, baby," he groaned, his voice strained. His eyes were on their union, as the very dark skin of his cock penetrated the very white skin of her pussy.

One of Rachal's hands drifted off her tits and down between her legs. "Doesn't it feel so much better?" she whispered into Lauren's ear as her fingers walked across her sensitive skin. 

It did, Lauren had to admit, as an orgasm began to swell up. It abso-fucking-lutely did! She came hard, sent even higher by Rachal's stroking fingers and Denzil's thick manhood.

They shifted, twisting their sweaty, naked bodies on the couch until Denzil was behind Lauren and the blonde had her face buried in Rachal's sweet, young pussy.

"How do you like him?" Rachal taunted. "Was it worth it?"

Lauren tongued all around the other girl's sweet folds, occasionally teasing higher, kissing up her smooth mound to tug the string of diamonds that dangled from the girl's navel. But every time, the impatient girl would push her back down.

Lauren had learned over the past year in the business that while a big cock was always nice, it really did come down to how the guy used it. Denzil knew how to use his and had the stamina to keep his strong, powerful strokes going long after most guys would have wheezed out. He was just big enough to hit all the proper places without hurting her, and did so, again and again.

She came twice before she even sensed he was close, and had dutifully gotten Rachal off with her.

Sweat-slick and heaving with pleasure, Rachal twisted around and crawled beneath Lauren, sixty-nining her while at the same time bringing her up-close and personal with her boyfriend's driving cock and swollen balls. She alternated what she sucked, driving the two lovers into a frenzy. Lauren buried her face in Rachal's pussy as she met each of Denzil's thrusts, jamming her hips back against him.

Faster and faster they fucked, licked, rammed, and cried. Harder and harder. Another minute passed as each fought off their own climaxes, working to push their partners over the edge first. It was Denzil who succumbed to the two women, emptying his swollen balls into the porn queen. Lauren followed shortly behind, screaming into Rachel's sex as she lost it. Rachal's muffled cries filtered out from under them as cum dripped from their union, coating her young, beautiful face in her lovers' combined juices.

Lauren collapsed forward. She had just enough energy to roll onto her side. Rachal crawled free, but kept her mouth on the blonde's freshly shaven pussy. She wasn't going to let a single drop of Denzil's cum go to waste.

Her black boyfriend slipped down to the floor between the sofa and coffee table, lazily carving out more lines of from the cocaine. Lauren licked her lips in anticipation. This was sending her back to a year ago...

After taking turns bumping up, Rachal and Lauren made out for a few minutes as Denzil recovered. "We've got enough coke to last us through the night," she whispered, stroking the blonde's face. "And we're only just getting started."

The girls kissed again before Rachal pushed herself back, leaning away from the blonde and intertwining their legs. Lauren gasped as their pussies came together, their slick, soft skin gliding and grinding into one another. Lauren had done this with other girls before – Ming had introduced her to the art of tribbing – but it had never been this good before. This felt truly raw.

"How's that, sugar?" Rachal asked cutely, settling back on her arms as she gyrated.

Lauren couldn't speak intelligibly. She closed her eyes and stroked back, feeling yet another orgasm build as her clit played across the other girl's supple vagina. When Rachal added her fingers to the mix, she came again.




Vegas: Bk 02 Ch. 08



CHAPTER EIGHT: KATHERINE IS INTERROGATED

The phone call she received from Big Eddie was expected.  It was to provide Holly with the arrival time of Joshua's flight.  He also told her that Joshua had been to see his father.  Although she feigned a lack of interest, the blonde listened to every word.  

Her trained mind was already putting together the pieces when she received a second phone call.  This one was unexpected.  Joshua wanted to meet with her on his return.  To 'personally' give her the next target.  

Her intuition sent an alert to her brain.  There could be only one reason for that request.  The pieces clicked into place.  She was the only person that could link Joshua to the killings.  Joshua had been to see his father.  The evidence needed to be removed.  It was clear.  She was Joshua's next target.  That was somewhat ironic, as he was hers. 

*

Parker knocked on the door to Julie's apartment.  Early morning was his favourite time of day.  He needed to move quickly.  Ming was due to see the sassy woman at noon.  He needed to take advantage of her vulnerability before then.  

The finance man had already decided to use Carly in tomorrow's shoot. Julie would be a superb addition.  Carly was for free; Julie would cost him five grand.  But he would have control over her once she had appeared on camera.

She gasped as she opened the door.  "Parker!" 

His cock stirred as he looked at her.  The outline of her naked breasts beneath the white t-shirt was delectable.  So were the long legs running down from the short, blue pleated skirt.  This girl did not realise how sexy she was.

"We have some unfinished business," he said.

She shook her head and half closed the door.  Only her head and those sensational breasts remained in his sight.  "No, Parker.  We have no unfinished business.  I'm seeing Ming later..."

"I know," he interrupted.  "That's why I'm here.  What do you think Ming is going to do?"

Her brow creased into a frown.  "I really don't know.  Help me, I hope."

His soft laugh was chilling.  "Have you spoken to her since she sent you home?"

Julie nervously shook her head.  "No... I... just got the message to call in today."

Parker had got the information he needed.  "She's going to sack you, Julie." 

Her face dropped and he saw tears rush to her eyes.  "No!"

"Oh, yes," he lied.  He gave what he hoped was a compassionate look.  "No fucking on the premises.  You know the rules.  Not unless you're a paying customer of course."

"But we didn't...."

"Fuck?" he said, drawing out the word.  He smiled to himself as he saw the outline of her nipples appear.  "She doesn't see it that way.  She thinks you've let her down."

The brunette was lost for words.  She leant against the doorframe.  It seemed to be the only thing holding her up. 

"I feel partly responsible, Julie," Parker sympathetically said.  He pushed slightly on the door.  "Can I come inside?"

She stared at him.  Ming's assistant was clearly attempting to come to terms with the news he had just conveyed.  A tear ran down her cheek as she shook her head.  Before she could refuse him, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a roll of bills.

"One thousand dollars, Julie.  You need it by tonight, I believe?"

*

Katherine sighed as she sat back in the wooden chair.  She rested her arm on the mess that was Williams's desk.  "Can I have another cigarette?"

William's nodded.  She snapped the cigarette case open.  The matching silver lighter flicked into action and she blew a smoke ring into the air.  The two men silently watched her, a battle of wills as to who spoke next.

"I've told you already," the redhead nervously said.  "I'd like to be cooperative but I really don't think I can help..."

"Not a problem," Jeffries said kindly.  "You don't mind us asking a few more questions?"

"That's all you've done since you brought me here yesterday," she complained.

Williams ignored the comment.  "Want another coffee?" 

She fixed him a look.  "No, thanks."

He pursed his lips, picking up the notepad he'd been using. "Let's go through what you told us last night.  You say Big Eddie kidnapped you..."

"No, I didn't," she snapped.  "You said that!"

"That's our understanding, Katherine."

She set her jaw.  "Your understanding is wrong."

William's voice rose.  "Really?  I think that's bullshit."

Katherine reddened.  "Look...."

"Do you know a man named Daniel Stone?" asked Williams.  That was his trump card.  His reward was a soft gasp from the redhead.

Fuck!  Katherine ran a hand through her hair in an effort to compose herself.  That's how they knew she was at Big Eddie's!  How could Daniel have known?

"No point in denying it," Williams said.  "Your reaction tells us everything we need to know."

"In that case," she shot back, "you won't need to ask me anything else." 

Jeffries raised his eyebrows.  "Stone believes you were taken against your will," he remarked.

Katherine grit her teeth. "He's wrong."

"When did you last see him?" Jeffries continued, pouring a coffee for himself.

"I... I bumped into him a few days ago at his hotel."

Williams sat on the desk in front of her.  He crossed his arms.  "And?"

She stared at him.  The cocky detective's eyes insolently stared back into hers.  Then they dropped to her breasts.  God, she wished she had been wearing something more discreet than the tight fitting t-shirt.

"And?" he repeated.

"And nothing."  Her voice was cold.

"You just bumped into him by accident?"

"Yes."  Her mind was only half on the question.  She was desperately attempting to think through what Daniel could have told them.

Williams roughly pulled her chin up.  He stared into her frightened green eyes.

"The receptionist told us you checked with her whether Daniel was staying at the Rio.  You asked for his room number."

Katherine took a long gulp.  She angrily pulled away from his hand.  Hold your nerve, she told herself.

"And we have a witness that saw you enter your apartment complex with Daniel."

The redhead felt faint.  She had no way of knowing that Williams was lying to her about the witness.  Suddenly, the world was closing in.   She reached for another cigarette.  Her hand shook as grabbed her lighter. 

"The thing is, Katherine," continued Williams, "here we are, having a friendly off the record chat... and you are lying your head off to us.  How would that look in court?"

"In court?" she gasped.

"Of course.  We're not playing games," Jeffries drawled.  He thumped his coffee mug down on the desk.  "Kidnap.  Perverting the course of justice.  They're criminal offences, Katherine.  That's a long stretch."

The redhead struggled to quieten the beating of her heart.  Several long draws on the cigarette failed to help.

"If only that were all," Williams added, resting his hands behind him on the desk.

Katherine's head shot up.  "What do you mean?"

Williams stood up.  He sauntered across to the coffee percolator, allowing his words to sink in.  He poured himself a cup and slowly took a sip before turning back to her.

"There have been four murders since the day of your kidnapping," he firmly said.  

He paused to allow his words to sink in.  He and Jeffries exchanged glances. 

"Four murders, Katherine," he continued.  "By our reckoning, Big Eddie has some connection to them all.  That means you do, too.  And with your lack of cooperation today, you are going away for a long time, young lady!"

"No!" she shouted.

Williams picked up his notepad and flipped it closed. "You can't protect Big Eddie, Katherine.  And the more you try, the deeper you get..." 

She struggled for breath.  Her shaking hands lifted what remained of her cigarette.  She stared at the floor and took a final drag before stubbing it out.  The chipped green ashtray was full.

"Katherine!"  Jeffries waited until she looked at him before continuing.  "Do you think we give a fuck about what happens to you?  It's Big Eddie we're after.  You help us and you walk away free.  Don't, and I guarantee you will spend a long time behind bars.  With him.  He's going down no matter what.  It's your choice."

The redhead didn't say anything.  She wanted the two cops to go away.  She wanted everything to go away.  She couldn't win.  If she told them what she knew, Big Eddie would come after her anyway.  Or some of his men would.  There was no way out.  She was fucked either way.

"We've pieced everything together anyway, Katherine," Jeffries persuasively continued in a soft voice. "Whether you help us or not, this hood is going down.  He's going to prison for a long time.  The only question you need to ask yourself, is whether you want to go to prison for a long time, too."

She looked up, trembling with fear.  "What do I need to do?" 

*

The brunette was trembling.  She gently tugged down her pleated skirt as it rode up her thighs.  Parker sat on the couch beside her and fanned the bills open.  He leant forward and placed them on the coffee table.  

"The way I see it, Julie," he persuasively said, "you need a grand by tonight.  You need another four grand within a couple of weeks.  That boyfriend of yours is probably running up debt as we speak.  And Ming is about to fire you."

He watched her hazelnut coloured eyes cloud over.  She stifled back a sob.  He dropped a caring hand onto hers and squeezed her fingers.

"And it seems to me that there is only one way out.  And you are looking at the man who is offering it to you."

She sighed heavily. His words were hitting home.  She glanced down at the bills on the coffee table.  Her gaze returned to his face as she forced some air into her lungs.

"A thousand bucks, Julie.  To keep whoever it is off Bobby's back until you've made the four grand."

"This... this film.  What... what if there's anything I don't want to do?" she asked.

Bingo, he thought!  He had her.  

"That will be your choice, honey," he lied. "You won't have to do anything you don't want to do!"

"And the thousand dollars?  I can take it now?"

He nodded.  This was getting better.  He smiled inwardly at her sigh of relief.

"Consider it a down payment," he said, watching an innocent smile play across her eyes.  It was time to up the ante.  "Only....."

A look of concern replaced the smile.  "Only what?"  Her voice was sharp.

He pulled a face.  "Well, normally you wouldn't get paid until after the film," he softly said.  "I'm going out on a limb for you here, and I'd like to trust you, honey.  But think about it from my perspective.  Let's say you take the money now, and pay it off that debt.  Then you tell me later that you've changed your mind.... and I'm suddenly light off a thousand bucks!"

He saw her mind computing what he had just said.  It made sense.  

"Then... what?" she asked.  Her voice was unsure.  Was this some sort of trap?

He shrugged.  "Julie, the money is yours no matter what.  You need it and I want to help." 

Relief flooded across her face.  He wasn't trying to pull a fast one after all.

"But that still leaves my problem," he added, as if it was quite reasonable to ask.

She nodded and then hesitatingly asked.  "What did you have in mind?"

"Maybe some insurance?"

"Insurance?" she asked.  Her pretty brow furrowed.  "But how."

He gave her a soft smile.  "You tell me..."

Her frown deepened.  The penny had not quite dropped yet.

"Prove to me that you intend to go through with it," he added.

Her eyes widened as his meaning hit home.  She glanced across at the money on the coffee table.  "You mean now?"

Parker nodded.  His cock began to lengthen in anticipation.

"I'm not going to fuck you, Parker," she said adamantly.  "I'm sorry... I just can't.  Not here.  Not now."

He watched as her eyes dropped to her lap.  That was not the reaction he wanted, but all was not yet lost.  She hadn't said, 'not ever.'

"I understand," he nodded sympathetically, and then made life more difficult.  "Can you think of something else?" 

He moved his hand to his crotch and gently rubbed the growing bulge.

"Parker..." she began.

"Think of me as Bobby," he suggested.

She shook her head.  But her breathing was heavier.  And the way her eyes flicked to his crotch told him she was considering the option.  

"You're not Bobby," she said at last.  Her voice was a soft whisper.

"No, Bobby is the person that got you into this fucking mess," he said.  His tone had a harder edge to it.  

She dropped her eyes to her lap.  He paused, waiting until she looked at him again.  

The softness returned to his voice. "I'm the one who is getting you out of it, honey.  That's a thousand bucks of my own money on that coffee table.  My own money."  Time to press the point home.  "Time to decide, Julie.  Yes or no?"

*

Holly arrived at the building a good hour before their meeting time.  She had no intention of blindly walking into a trap. And the disused warehouse was perfect for Joshua's needs.  And hers.

Forcing open a locked window, the blonde eased herself inside.  She ignored the overwhelming smell of mustiness.  It took a few moments to adjust her eyes to the darker light.  The empty room was covered with dust and grime.  She picked her way to the door at the far side of the room.  It opened with a small creak.  She needed to keep that in mind.

Some rickety stairs led to the roof.  The assassin took them two at a time.  All the while, her acute hearing was on alert for any movement around her.

The door at the top of the stairs opened onto a rooftop.  She shaded her eyes as she slid out into the sunlight.  It was essential to reconnoitre every area until she had it imprinted in her mind.  She took her time returning to the dusty room, checking out every nook and cranny. Once back in the room from where she had entered the building, she sat silently in a shadowy corner.  Her brain computed the various permutations as to what might lie ahead.

Twenty minutes later her ears pricked up.  The distinct but separate sound of car doors meant at least two assailants.  Joshua had said he would be there alone.  Her suspicions were confirmed.

The creaking of the stairs was the signal for her to reach for her silencer.  They were heading straight up to the roof.  Her nerves were on edge but that was normal.  At the sound of the access hatch closing above her, she eased the door open.  The soft creak disturbed her.  So did the sound behind her.  

She had made a mistake.  The gun in her ribs confirmed that.  

"Move, and death awaits," croaked the hood hiding by the front door. 

"You're right," she replied, relaxing her body before twisting around.

She jerked his outstretched arm.  The sound reverberated all the way to the rooftop as his bullet found its way into the stairs behind her.  Damn.  She fired into his chest.  As he hit the floor, Holly squatted down and felt his pulse.  He was not getting up again.

One or possibly two assailants were on the roof.  Let's say two.  Assume the worst.  She danced up the stairs just as the hatch opened.  

"Frankie," a voice whispered.  She put a hole in his forehead.

She reached the hatch before he hit the ground.  His body jammed it open and her blonde head eased into the sunlight.  Within seconds, she scanned the previously identified blind spots.  The hand that grabbed her hair told Holly she had overestimated the remaining thug's abilities.  Rather than covering for one another, he had followed his friend to the hatch.  

She moved with an agility born out of many such moments.  Her elbow violently crashed into the face of her attacker.  The nauseating crunch of a broken nose preceded the thug's scream by a nano-second.  She jammed her gun under his chin as he spat out blood and pulled the trigger.  

She stepped into the dark of the stairwell as he hit the ground.  When she was sure no one else was waiting, she returned down the stairs.

*

Julie's nipples were bullet-like against her t-shirt.  Parker wasn't sure if it was the thought of the money or the sex.  He needed to take the initiative.  "Julie, let me prove to you this isn't all one way!"

It was important he gave her no time to think.  He dropped to his knees in front of her and eased her shoulders against the back of the couch.  Her hazelnut eyes stared hypnotically at him, her inner turmoil clearly evident.  Her breathing came in short pants.  

Parker looked up into her eyes.  He shot her a reassuring smile.  Holding her gaze, he tenderly eased her legs apart.  Her body jerked as he trailed the tips of his fingers along her thighs.  He nodded comfortingly as he stroked her soft skin.  When her eyes narrowed in pleasure, he slowly lowered his head to her right breast.  Her mouth opened and she gave a gasp.  His mouth took her nipple, sucking it in through the thin fabric of her t-shirt.

Julie's hands slipped to his head, entwining tightly in his hair.  As he sucked the hard bud, he was unsure whether the fingers in his hair were guiding, or following, his movement.  His hands snaked underneath her pleated skirt.  When they hooked into the waistband of her panties, she lifted her ass to allow him to pull them down her body.  He had her now. 

His hands slid under her t-shirt onto her full breasts.  They felt delicious. Her eyes closed and her mouth opened wider as he lowered his head to her dewy sex.  

His tongue flicked inside the brunette, passing across her growing clit and up along the thin strip of dark hair.  His forefingers and thumbs tweaked her nipples.  She was his; and responded by raising her legs to plant her feet on the couch.  The beautiful panting woman was granting him access.  He took advantage.  His hands kneaded her tits as he lapped at her now free flowing juices.  Each soft, slow pass of his tongue elicited another moan. 

Her legs widened further and she pulled his head even closer.  Her hips softly undulated against his face.  When he sucked the little nubbin into his mouth, she dug her fingertips into his scalp.   "Fuck, Parker," she moaned.

The pace of her thrusts against his face increased.  Her orgasm was building.  Recognising the signs, he eased off.  He wanted to keep her at a fever pitch.  His fingers unzipped his jeans and as he slid upwards, he released his cock.  His hand found hers and pulled it to him. 

"Suck it, honey," he softly persuaded.  She moaned; she needed no encouragement.

Twisting across his lap, her eager mouth wrapped itself around his hardness.  Her fingers cupped his testicles.  Her lips licked around his bulbous crown.  

It amazed him how eager she was to satisfy him.  Her aroused senses drove her on.  She was a tigress.  Her licking tongue urgently worked itself back and forth against the underside of his shaft.  She eagerly sucked up his precum, as her hand tugged gently at his swollen balls.  

Parker's seed was gathering.  His panting matched hers.  Time to make sure she was ready for him.  He twisted around, looking down his sweaty back at the hot sight between her splayed legs.  Her smooth pussy lips were engorged and wet.  The two fingers he slipped inside her brought a soft cry.  His thumb honed in on her slippery clitoris and her legs widened further to grant him better access.

As they closed in on their nirvana, he pulled away.  Her aroused eyes were wild as they stared into his.  She realised his intention.  It seemed a sixth sense kicked in and she closed her legs to prevent his entry.  Too little, too late.  Her breathing told Parker there was only one winner.  

He roughly yanked her t-shirt up.  When he took her nipple into his mouth, she moaned aloud, her hands returning to his hair.  She gripped a handful between each set of fingers.  Their eyes met as she jerked his face up to meet her gaze.  Slowly, she spread her legs and wrapped them around his waist. 




Vegas: Bk 02 Ch. 08



*

From the window, Holly could see the side of the car.  It was partly obscured by the corner of the wall.  Perfect cover, she thought.  Easing herself out of the window, she quickly covered the distance to the end of the wall.  Listening intently, the blonde assassin dropped to her haunches.  She stealthily made her way to the rear of the car, being careful to stay out of sight of the rear view mirrors.

A dark figure sat in the passenger seat.  The smoke from the expensive cigar spiralled into the air through the open window.  The hand resting on the frame held a gun.  It was clear the sound of the shooting had reached the car.  It took a brief second to reach the open window

"Drop it," Holly quietly said.  She signalled her attention by placing the barrel of her silencer against his forehead.

He looked sideways at her.  His eyes widened when he saw her.  "You're the hitman?" he asked.  It was a rhetorical question.

"Woman," she corrected.

He nodded slowly.  His eyes darted around, searching for a way out.  "I can explain..."

"Of course you can, Joshua," she said.  She had found her target.  "I'll ask one more time, drop the gun."

Holly saw his hand begin to move a fraction of a second before he stubbed the cigar into her hand.  Her silencer flickered into life.  He slumped forward, an empty expression on his face.

She licked the burn on the back of her hand.  "Bastard!" 

*

Julie tightened her legs around Parker's waist, taking half of him inside.  Her upward thrust completed the entry and she gasped at the way he filled her, the way his dark curls scratched against her smooth labia.  She could feel every delicious inch. 

"That good, honey?" Parker asked, encouraged by her groan of arousal.

She spread herself wider and he responded with strong, rhythmic thrusts.  He had wanted this woman ever since he arrived in Vegas.  Her complete submission enhanced his arousal.  It was not only that she was giving in to him.  She was a full participant, her ass urgently lifting from the couch as she matched him thrust for thrust.

Whatever it was that had pushed her buttons, Parker gratefully took advantage.  His mouth found her breast, sucking the nipple inside.  The sassy brunette responded to his flicking tongue by digging her fingers into his scalp.  She pulled his head up to stare into her hazelnut coloured eyes.  Holding his gaze, she eased her frantic pace.  

Tightening her grip on his hair, she slowly thrust up, taking him deep inside.  She adjusted her position, flattening out on her back.  She looked down their sweat-damp bodies.  Parker's eyes followed.  He groaned at the licentious sight of their union.  At the way her engorged pussy stretched around his girth as he slide in and out. 

She repeated the manoeuvre; he was lost to her.  

It was all too much: the sight of his cock being consumed in her slick flesh; the soft, tight feeling as he bottomed out; the aroused look of control in her eyes, and her tightness around his shaft combined to take him over the edge.  He cried out seconds before he released.  One burst followed another.  He jerked continuously as he coated her clutching walls, relentless and unending.

The brunette waited until he began to recover before fucking him again.  It was her turn.  Her red fingernails dug into his back, drawing blood.  Parker responded to the pain, beginning to drive back.  He was the one in control here, not her.  His mouth found hers and he fucked her hard.  She groaned louder and louder as he took charge.   Her body jerk each time the bottom of his shaft rubbed against her clit.

The brunette's svelte body began to buck and shudder under his.  One moan mixed into the next.  As she came, she roughly bit on his neck.  He held her close throughout her climax.  Her body felt hard and tight as it shook under him.

He glanced at he clock on the wall behind the couch.  Only eleven.  Good, they still had another hour of fucking before Ming arrived.

*

It took the two Detectives an hour to secrete Katherine in a safe house.  The redhead had kept her wits about her.  Her insistence that she wanted written confirmation of her freedom had pissed them off, but she needed that assurance if she was to tell them everything she knew. 

Their boss was flying in first thing in the morning.  He would give her that guarantee and hear her story first hand.  Once she had confirmed what they expected, they would raid Big Eddie's.  

Williams was to provide around-the-clock protection until their boss arrived in the morning.  He and Jeffries would join the two of them then.  

The arrogant Detective tried to get Katherine to confide in him whilst they waited.  It would enhance his reputation if he could extract the full story before Thompson arrived, but the bitch insisted she was saying nothing until she met with his boss.  He tossed his Dictaphone onto the table and snorted.  He could wait. 

The two of them finished the sandwich Katherine had prepared.  The two cops had the foresight to purchase some food on their way.  The redhead stared at Williams across the small room.  He sat back in the patchwork-covered chair and held up his mug of coffee.

"Nice!  You ever been married, Katherine," he conversationally asked.

"What's it to you?"

He laughed, planting both feet onto the glass coffee table.  "Honey, you and I are stuck here for a while yet.  Just making conversation."

She felt stupid.  "Sorry.  No, I'm not married.  I'm way too young.  You?"

"Oh yes," he said, sipping his coffee.  "To the prettiest lady in Vegas."

"Kids?"

He nodded, picking a piece of food from between his teeth.  "That was a pretty good sandwich, honey.  Yup, two boys.  Want to see a photo?"

He padded over to the couch, plopping down beside her.  He pulled his wallet from his back pocket, removing a photograph and handing it to her.

"You weren't kidding," the redhead softly smiled.  "Your wife is beautiful.  Two good looking boys, too."

He nodded, smiling at her approval.

"You know what, Detective Williams?" she grinned, picking up her mug.  "You might just be human after all."

He sneered as he returned to his chair.  "Don't you kid yourself, honey.  I can be the meanest motherfucker in the force."  His eyes were deadly serious.  "I suggest you never forget that." 

*

Daniel had searched for Holly all morning. The start of play was half an hour away when he bumped into her.  She looked nervous, not her usual self at all.  He realised even this cool woman was feeling the pressure.  The World Series did that to people.

He was about to reassure her when a man approached them.  Daniel recognised the same genuine, friendly smile as he had seen a year ago.  The loud Hawaiian shirt was familiar, too.  

"Holly," Daniel softly said.  "This is the person who helped me win the Main Event last year."

He watched as her eyes creased in puzzlement.  Their visitor's large body shook with laughter.

He vigorously shook Holly's hand.  "Well, that's quite an endorsement," he said with a smile.  "But I do like to believe that I may have brought this talented man a little luck."

Holly's gaze passed between them.  She made no effort to play their game.  Instead, she patiently waited for the story to be disclosed.

"I've been closely following both of your performances this year," he continued with a broad smile.  "I think every poker aficionado is aware that history could be in the making.  The first back-to-back winner since Johnny Chan.  Or, the first female winner ever.  The eyes of the poker world are focused on you both!"

"We're doing our best," Daniel modestly said.

The man's smile never left his worn face.  "I can't do anything more to help you, Daniel.  But I thought I might be able to give the little lady an advantage. I brought you this."

He handed Holly a small crystal.  

"Chris Moneymaker and Daniel are the only two people that have received one of these," he explained.  "And both won!"

Holly glanced at Daniel, who nodded at her.  His face was serious.  "Last year, stroked mine for luck whenever I was in trouble.  And in every poker tourney since then, including this one, I've carried it with me.  I'm a believer." 

He pulled his crystal from his pocket, as if presenting evidence in court.  

The man's face beamed at him.  "Some people rest them on their cards, and others like Daniel stroke them when they need some luck," he told Holly, nodding at the crystal he had just presented to her.  "This particular one is very special.  It's delicate, just like a woman.  Brings inner peace and luck.  It's for you." 

"Thank you so very much," Holly said, her eyes genuinely warm with gratitude.  She gave him a hug.   "I can't tell you how much I appreciate the gesture." 

Her benefactor blushed.  But then Holly's unfettered tits pressed into your chest would make any man blush.  "Won't keep you," he said, glancing around the rapidly filling room.  "Good luck."

He shook both their hands.  Giving a soft wave, he walked away.

Holly's mischievous brown eyes stared into Daniel's.  "So you stroke yours for luck?  Wouldn't you like me to do that?"

He gave a loud cough as he felt the stirring in his groin.  His eyes took in her playful gaze before dropping to the full breasts he remembered so well.  Had it not been for Rosie, he would have been sorely tempted.  

*

Katherine felt an eerie sense of foreboding.  Time was passing slowly.  But the slower, the better.  Pulling her legs up under her, she wrapped her arms around her knees.  Her soft sigh was telling.  When her gaze flicked back to Williams, she saw his eyes on her tits.  Her nipples were prominent against the thin material of her t-shirt.

"I thought you were married," she quietly stated.

He laughed.  It was an uncomfortable sound.  "That doesn't mean I can't look, honey.  Especially at someone as well stacked as you!"

As long as looking is all he did...  

Her eyes widened as the thought appeared from nowhere.  If she could somehow destroy his credibility before his boss arrived, there might still be a way of staying out of prison.  And keeping on the right side of Eddie, too.

He interrupted her thoughts when he stood up.  "Gotta check in," he said, fishing out his cell phone from his jacket pocket.  "The room telephone has been disconnected, so don't get any thoughts inside that pretty little mind." 

As he left the room, Katherine glanced at the Dictaphone on the table.  She picked it up and hid it under one of the thick cushions on the couch.  She had not quite formalised what she intended doing, but an idea was forming.  

*

Holly listened to the message.  She walked away from the circus that surrounded the table and returned the call.  

"From what I hear," came Big Eddie's voice at the end of the line, "an extremely professional job!"

"That's what you pay me for," she answered.

"Indeed.  You know the father will come looking for you now?"

"He won't be the first.  I'll cope."

"But alas," he continued, "he'll come looking for me, also."

"I'm sure you'll cope, too," she said.

"Perhaps.  But I have other distractions right now.  I need one, perhaps two, final jobs."

"Who?"

"The second is a girl who may just have given the cops a lot of information on me," he growled.  "But first, I want the father taken out."

"When?"

"Tomorrow," he said, his voice rising as he became agitated.  "I want him removed tomorrow."

"Where is he?"

"Los Angeles," he snorted.  "He's in Los Angeles."

"It will cost you double," she said calmly.

"Not a problem."

*

Daniel hated the restricted view of Seat One.  His attempts to casually peer around the dealer to see the two amateur Scandinavian players were fruitless.  Instead, he focused across from him.  Doyle Bronson was in his eyesight, flanked by Tony G and the genial Englishman, John Gale.  

Those two could not be more different.  The Brit was well known for the good-natured hugs he gave to anyone he knocked out of a tournament.  Whereas Tony G had earned the unenviable tag of the 'Australian airbag.'  His loud and unrelenting disrespect for other players at the table was known throughout the game.  

His eyes fell on the two of the three remaining players.  They were hugely experienced.  Julian Gardner, the third Englishman at the table, had been runner up in the 2002 Main Event.  The rugged Spaniard, Carlos Mortensen, had won the title in 2004.  

That left Holly, looking as hot as ever.  Her thin black blouse seemed glued to her tits and the sight of her ass moulded to those black jeans made his mouth water.  She'd just returned to the table from goodness knows where.  For a brief moment, she raised her sunglasses and winked at Daniel.  They dropped back into place as the dealer fanned the cards.

Both of the Scandinavian's were short on chips.  Predictably, they pushed all-in on the very first hand.  Their hole cards proved to be irrelevant.  Mortensen flopped a straight and took them both out.

Three hands later, the number of players reduced further. To everyone's relief, Tong G had his Aces cracked by Texas Dollie's set of threes.

But any thoughts of a Final Table sprint were rapidly dispelled.  The six remaining players were cautious throughout the first two sessions.  It took until the fifth hour of the day before the next significant action. Julian Gardner's pocket Kings were no match for Texas Dollie's two pair.  Doyle could do no wrong.

Daniel had been on the fringe of the action throughout the day.  That was fine. His achievements over the last twelve months had given him confidence to go along with his natural patience.  His chip stack remained pretty much in shape as the final five players went into the dinner break.

*

It was late evening.  Katherine had gone through her plan so many times in her mind.  She was convinced it would work.  She stretched her arms over her head and feigned a yawn.  Williams' gaze predictably fell on her lush breasts.  She arched her back as she extended her arms, thrusting her natural assets towards him.  

He flicked his tongue across his lips as he took in her curves.  The redhead smiled inwardly as he dropped his hand to adjust his crotch.  Better and better.

"I'm tired, Williams," she said, holding the pose.  "Do you mind if I take a shower?"

"No problem, honey," he grinned.  His mouth was almost watering.  "Just leave the bathroom door open, so I can keep an eye on you..."  

"You wish," she said.  But as she walked across the room, she provocatively added, "I'll leave it ajar, but no peeking."

She headed straight for the bathroom.  She flicked on the shower and glanced around.  If she left the door slightly ajar, she would see any movement outside.  The mirror on the opposite wall to the shower would guarantee that.  

She had been in the shower for only a couple of minutes when a shadow appeared in the mirror.  Williams had taken the bait.

She turned away from the mirror.  No point in scaring him off.  The tiny jets of water bounced across her breasts as she put on a show.  She grasped her engorged swells and began to gently caress them with her palms.   One hand ran down her stomach, through the strip of red hair.   A finger slipped into her moist heat.

She stroked herself as the water continued to cascade down her curves.  Fuck, that felt good.  And the thought of Williams almost certainly masturbating whilst watching was an immense turn-on.  Her show was for the cop's benefit, but she couldn't stop her fingers as they circled and rubbed her soft flesh. 

It was only when her trembling body stiffened and then exploded, that the shadow disappeared.  When she recovered, the redhead smiled at the thought of what was to come.

*	

Holly stayed away from Daniel during the dinner break.  They both needed their space.  She had not expected to feel as tense as she had during the day.  But then, history was beckoning.  

While she easily stayed out of trouble, making progress was a different matter.  With five players remaining, a fair share of cards was all she asked.  Two hours later, frustration replaced her nervousness.  The cards had still avoided her and a couple of bad beats had made a severe dent in her chip stack.  She had no option now.  Aggression was the only way forward.  Find a spot and push her chips in.  

He blonde needed to get herself all-in against the Spanish Matador. One of them would double up and be right back in the tournament.  It took a while to happen.  They both made separate all-in moves without gaining any action.  But both knew it was simply a matter of time.  

When Carlos pushed in again, Holly was pretty sure she was ahead with her Ace.  Even if her Six kicker was not much help.  Her expectation was that both of Carlos's cards would be higher than her kicker.  So she was fractionally better than 50-50.  But that was good enough.  After that, it was up to the poker gods.

She pushed her sunglasses onto the top of her blonde locks.  Daniel smiled reassuringly at her. She beamed back.  They both knew the score.  So did the rest of the table.  If her hand stood up, she would knock Carlos out.  If Mortensen's King-Nine prevailed, there was no way back for Holly.  Either way, Doyle, John Gale and Daniel knew they were about to move up one place.

Holly surprised herself as she stood up.  She felt remarkably calm.  Perhaps her crystal was doing its job?  The flop did nothing to change her inner peace.

Queen-Four-Two.

Her brown eyes continued to pull themselves across to Daniel with each turn of a card.  His constant, supportive smile was powerful.  The Eight of Clubs on the turn and the Jack of diamonds on Fifth Street sealed the Spanish Matador's fate.  Holly sat back down.  The poker Gods were with her.

*

Katherine liked the pyjama's she had found in her room.  Slightly too small, they accentuated her curves.  The top two buttons she had left unfastened added to the effect.  She had felt a flicker of arousal when checking herself out in the mirror.  Williams would have no chance!

She lay across the couch, ostensibly watching television.  The redhead had seen Williams continually glance across at her.  She would twist and turn, ensuring the tight top pulled against her breasts, and the bottom across her ass.  The cop's hand on his crotch confirmed she was having the desired effect.

Her fingers found the hidden Dictaphone.  She had become an expert at activating it from its hidden position beneath the cushions.  Whenever the crinkly haired Detective had checked, she had rehearsed the procedure.  Her hands were now familiar with each button.  Comfortable that everything was in place, she began to sob.  She covered her face with her hands, really selling it. 

"What's wrong?" she heard him ask.

The redhead didn't answer.  Her soft sobs continued.

He rose from his chair, taking a few tentative steps towards her.  "Katherine.  What's wrong?"

Her voice was shaky.  "Tomorrow." 

Williams ran his hands through his gelled black hair.  "What about tomorrow?" 

"Tomorrow my whole life changes."  She sobbed a little louder.

The couch moved as he sat beside her.  He had taken the bait, as she knew he would.  He could not take the chance that she would renege on the deal. 

"Listen."  His voice was soothing. "My boss arrives tomorrow.  You get your guarantee of your freedom.  And once Big Eddie is behind bars, he can't touch you."

Katherine slid her arms around him.  Her fake tears ran down his neck.  When he lifted his hand, she turned to trap it against her naked breast.

"I hope you're right," she mumbled.

The redhead gently rocked her body.  It seemed an innocent gesture.  But she was aware it rubbed her hard nipple across his hand.   He gave soft sigh at the friction.  When she stopped rocking, his hand continued its gently rubbing motion.




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"It's the right thing for you, Katherine," he croaked.  

She smiled at his shortage of breath.  The vanilla shampoo on her hair filled his nostrils as she rested her head against his neck.

"I know it is, Williams," she agreed.  "But that doesn't make it any easier for me." 

As she found his concerned eyes, she shot him a pitiful look.  His hand stopped its soothing stroking.  It seemed he was about to pull away.  Resisting temptation.  "Thank you Williams," she continued.   Her voice was low and husky.  "Just hold me for a moment."

She twisted slightly in his arms.  Her heavy breast pushed against his hand.  Her nipple burned his palm.  The soft kiss on his neck encouraged him.  Almost imperceptibly, his hand began to gently move again.  She had him exactly where she wanted.  When his thumb flicked against her nipple, her hand found the Dictaphone.  Switching it on was child's play. 

"Williams," she softly said.  "You shouldn't!"

Before he had time to register her objection, Katherine's mouth found his.  The redhead's tongue slipped between his lips.  Her fingers caressed the hairs on the back of his head.  Her arching back allowed his hand to feel the sweet, full firmness of her breast.  

"Williams, you mustn't," she repeated.

Even as she spoke, she unfastened the remaining buttons on her top.  He was hers now.  She pulled his head to her breast.  His lips took an erect nipple into his mouth.  The sucking noises sounded almost obscene.  Katherine eased her legs wider apart.  Her hand found his and pulled it between them.  Even through the material, his rough caresses felt good.  

She had to pull his hand away to remain in control.  Her soft moans on the Dictaphone were not part of her plan.

*

Daniel's dream was still alive.  Not since the legendary Johnny Chan had achieved the feat in 1987 and 1988 had a back-to-back victory been on the cards.  With four players remaining, he had already achieved a 'modern day miracle'.  

At least, that is how Norman Chad had referred to it during the interval.  Raymer and Hachem had played near perfect poker in both of their title defences.  But neither of them, he said, had reached this stage.  

Daniel agreed with Chad that Doyle Brunson was his main threat.  The man was a phenomenon.  To be the chip leader in his late seventies was astonishing.  Particularly after four and a half long days of play.  What stamina!  Holly was back in the reckoning after taking out Mortensen.  John Gale, meanwhile, seemed intent on folding his way to the title.  But there was no question.  Doyle was the man to beat.

An hour into the session, Daniel shivered.  Red pocket Kings stared up at him.  A large raise in early position would scare off the others.  But he needed to capitalise on the opportunity.  His small raise was designed to bring someone else into the pot.  When Doyle called, he got his wish.  

But Holly's all-in move took him aback.  He didn't want to knock her out but her reckless move left him no choice.

"All-in," he repeated, staring at the blonde.  He put her on a small pair as he waited for Doyle to muck his cards.  

*

Her dream was still alive.  Holly had already advanced further than any woman in the history of the Main Event.  Yes, Annette Obrestad had won the European Main Event in 2007.  But this was the Main Event.  Her performance was unparalled.

The blonde was on a high after knocking out the Spanish matador.  Although the hand with Carlos could have gone either way, she was owed that one.  She had been on the wrong end of a couple of suck outs and the poor run of cards had compounded her problems.  

But the crystal had helped her state of mind and now she was focused.  She was due some cards.  When they arrived, she would play them aggressively.  First she would go up against Gale.  Then Daniel.  But Doyle was the man to beat.

The black pocket Kings was the first premium starting hand Holly had seen all day.  She was going to make the most of this.  When Daniel made only a small raise and Doyle limped in behind him, she knew the time was right.

"All-in," she called.  She reinforced her move by slowly placing one chip stack after another into the middle.

Daniel's All-in surprised her.  

But when Doyle folded, she would be a strong favourite to win the hand.  And take the chip lead.  History beckoned. 

*

Doyle didn't fold.  

He called and turned over his pair of Aces.  

Daniel realised the hopelessness of their position seconds before Holly.  They were drawing dead.  There was no card, or combination of cards, in the deck that could help them.  

In a matter of seconds, their dreams had died.

*

Katherine cupped Williams's impressive girth.  Arousal flared in her body again.  Even through his slacks, the warm, heavy weight of his erection felt good.  He let out a soft sigh of pleasure.  His hips arched towards her stroking fingers.  

"Williams, we mustn't."  She spoke loudly enough for the Dictaphone to pick up her objection.

But even as she spoke, her spare hand had unfastened his belt.  Her hand eased down his zip.  His clouded eyes closed as she took hold of his cock and pulled it into the open.

"Williams!  No!" she repeated.

His puzzled face stared at her but her stroking hand kept up the pressure. 

"Williams, don't make me do this," she whimpered.  At the same time, she leaned forward and licked around his crown.  

"Put it in your mouth," he gasped.

"Williams, no... please..."  This time, she started to pull away.

There was no way he was going to allow the cockteaser to fuck with him.  "Put it in your mouth, you bitch," he slowly repeated.  His hand grabbed a handful of her silky hair and pushed her head back down.

"You're going to make me?" she asked.

"Too fucking right, you bitch."

She grinned at him as she leaned forward.  Provocatively, she slowly eased her mouth onto him.  Her soft lips took him all the way until her nose hit his springy, black pubic hairs. 

"Oh fuck, that's fantastic!" he grunted.  His fingers clawed at her hair.  

She slid her hands up and under his shirt.  Her nails flicked against each nipple as she began to suck him.   His cock throbbed in response. The redhead's lips slid all the way back up to the crown.  She released him for a second, her mouth and his cock connected only by a thin string of saliva. 

Her eyes stared defiantly into his as she plunged down again.  She took him back into her throat.  He was whimpering like an animal and the control she exerted brought her own arousal to boiling point.

"Oh fuck!  I'm gonna cum!"

She eased her lips from him.  "Not in my mouth, Williams.  Please, not in my mouth."

Before he could speak, her lips plunged down again.  His cock twitched as it prepared to spurt.  She eased her head up again to accept his offering.  Rapid bursts of salty-sweet semen hit the back of her throat.    Williams threw his head back. Rope after rope surged between her sucking lips as she massaged his testicles, anxious to secure every last drop. 

Giving him only seconds to recover, Katherine continued to suck around the head.  She took hold of his shaft and began to roughly jerk it back to life.  The combination of her mouth and hand did the trick.  He began to grow again.

When she had worked him into a state of semi hardness, she pulled away.  The redhead slid her thumbs under the sides of her bottoms and aggressively yanked them down.  She kicked them away even as she stepped out of them.  She was so aroused; there was no holding back.

Her leg slid across his thigh.  One hand rested on his chest whilst the other guided his semi hardness to her pussy.

"No, Williams, you can't fuck me," she gasped for the continuing benefit of the Dictaphone. "Williams, please don't fuck me!" 

Her hand left his chest and slid under the cushion.  Her thumb flicked off the recorder.  His puzzled eyes stared into hers as she eased down on him.  His cock continued growing as she began to fuck him.

"Oh, yes, baby," the redhead whispered, her lust filled eyes staring down into his.  "You can tell me later if your beautiful wife has ever fucked your brains out the way Katherine is about to..."



Vegas: Bk 02 Ch. 09



CHAPTER NINE: THE FUTURE LOOKS ROSIE

Carly was frustrated. Despite three calls to Joshua, she had yet to get through. She didn't understand. Unless he was in a business meeting, he always took her calls. Instinct told her something was wrong.

Parker hadn't helped. When he'd told her he'd arranged for her to have a day off to talk about a couple of things going on at the club, it had set her mind racing. Something was up. But the upside was that this was her big opportunity to find out exactly what was going on. Once she had, she could return to Samuel Smith's. 

And she was sure that her meeting would lead to one final fucking session with Parker. She was looking forward to that.

*

Holly wanted to say goodbye to Daniel. Not the easiest thing to do, as she needed to avoid contact with his redheaded girlfriend. She could not risk being recognised. 

Despite the late finish the previous night before, they arranged to meet first thing. Holly had an early morning flight. The Rio All-American Bar and Grille was their usual venue.

"It's been quite a week," Daniel offered, staring into her dark brown eyes.

She nodded. "It's been all of that. What's the deal with you and Rosie?"

She smiled as she saw him blush. She really liked this young man. It was a shame things hadn't been different.

"I really like her, Holly. For the first time since Grace and I parted, I've started something that could turn into a relationship."

She reached out to take his hand. "It could have been us," she teased. "The prince and princess of the poker circuit."

He laughed, as if he did not quite know how to respond.

"I'm teasing," Holly softly said, playing with his fingers. "I don't want or need a relationship in my life. I've explained that."

Daniel bashfully nodded. It seemed he was almost relieved.

"The sex was good though," she added, her dark eyes twinkling.

"Incredible," he agreed. His eyes flicked down to her unfettered breasts.

"Still impressive?" the blonde teased. She raised her eyebrow as his eyes returned to hers.

He blushed again. Like a schoolboy who had been caught with his hand in the cookie jar. 

"Your best weapon," he said at last. A slow smile spread across his lips.

"Weapons," she corrected. They smiled at one another for a few seconds. There was no need to speak, the look acknowledged a common bond.

"You're my best friend in poker," she emphasised.

"Absolutely," he agreed with a grin. "You too. So perhaps the prince and princess of the poker circuit is a good description for us."

They both laughed. 

"Let me ask you something, Daniel..."

He smiled at her, wondering what else was on her mind.

"You want to fuck me before I leave?"

Daniel's eyes widened - in surprise. His mouth felt dry. His cock reared to attention.

A soft smile creased Holly's full lips. "Now we both know you want to..." she huskily breathed. 

She was right. He did. But now he had Rosie. "Holly..."

"We will one day, you know!"

The surge of arousal was written all over Daniel's face. His eyes dropped to her tits again. His breath shortened.

"Put your tongue back in your mouth, I'm only teasing," she laughed. The blonde held up her hand to show him her watch. "I've got to make a move. Don't want to miss my flight."

"Big game?" he asked, anxious to change the subject.

She nodded, sweeping back a strand of blonde hair from her forehead.

"Where?"

She smiled again. "You want to get in on my territory?" 

Daniel laughed, hoping his erection wasn't too obvious as they walked towards the reception area. "Holly, after the last few days, I don't want to see a pack of cards for a while. I admire your stamina."

She stopped at the door. The doorman had made sure her bags were in her waiting taxi. She handed over a healthy tip and turned back to him. "Well, you know me, Daniel. Wherever there's a hit to be made."

* 

Parker had made sure Ming gave Carly the day off. This was their opportunity to get even with the bitch. When he thought how she had duped him, he could barely control his anger. But then, his plan to extract revenge would provide adequate compensation. 

His only frustration was that Ming had lent the five thousand bucks to Julie. She had pulled out of the film as a result. Nor would she have anything to do with Parker. The dame said he'd lied to her by telling her that Ming planned to sack her. He'd virtually coerced her into sex with him. 

He laughed it off. She had not needed much coercion. But he hadn't argued. If she stayed with Bobby, she would get herself into a similar position again. When she did, he'd be there to take advantage.

For now, his thoughts were focused on Carly. He gave a soft whistle when she arrived. Her low cut blouse left nothing to the imagination. Her figure hugging jeans appeared to have been sprayed on. If everything went according to plan, he'd be enjoying that body for a long time to come.

"Why are we meeting here?" she asked. 

Looking around, she slid her arm around his neck. He could feel her jutting breasts against his chest as she pressed her lips to his mouth.

"This is where I shoot the films." 

A look of alarm sprang to her face. "Parker, I've told you I'm not...."

He laughed. She tried to resist as he pulled her close for another kiss. 

"I know that, honey," he said, cupping her chin. "We're not working today. But I thought it would be fun to fuck here. Then, I can tell you all about what's going on."

"Tell me now," she eagerly said. To help her cause, she persuasively pushed her breasts against his chest again.

He cupped her tits. "Fucking hell, honey," he moaned. "I've just got to taste these babies again. We'll have plenty of time for conversation when we're finished. I have something special planned."

Her eyes widened. "Special, Parker?"

He nodded. "Because of everything you've done since we met, it'll be a real treat."

He laughed at the glint in her eyes. If only she knew what was in store.

"But first, let me show you around," he insisted.

Taking her hand, he led her out of the far door. The thin corridor led to a room at the far end. Next to a red light, there was a sign by the door. 

"Laboratory?" she queried.

He laughed. "To keep away any unwelcome guests. And besides, lots of research goes on in here."

The room was in darkness. Parker flicked on a single switch. A shaded light ran around the walls. Carly's almond coloured eyes grew bigger as they took in the bedroom movie set. The false walls provided a backdrop to the huge four-poster bed in the centre. Several large cameras were lined around the bed, along with lights on poles.

"Wow!" 

"Impressed?" Parker crooned. "Honey, I've so much to tell you about this set-up. But first, you and I are going to make full use of that bed. Want to test things out?"

He pulled her onto the mattress. Immediately, they found each other's lips whilst his hands returned to her tits.

"Gonna fuck me on this bed?" he asked, as Carly began to stroke him through his denims.

Her hands were busy already unfastening his belt. "Baby, you've no idea."

He smiled at her as she slid his belt away. Slowly, she unfastened each button of his jeans, holding his gaze. When she pulled his naked hardness into the open, he gave a long moan.

"Oh my," she whispered in mock astonishment. "I see baby's ready for me..."

He stopped her just before she took him in her mouth. "I want us naked first, honey."

With a seductive smile, she eased herself from the bed. One by one, she provocatively removed each item of clothing, like a stripper but without the music. She finished with an extravagant twirl, cupping her breasts as she faced him.

"Baby approves?" she softly asked.

"Baby approves!" he agreed, nodding down to his ramrod stiffness. "Now get on that bed."

Carly obliged. Her eyes devoured his erect cock as he rid himself of the rest of his clothing. As he slid onto the bed, the young temptress lay back against the large, fluffy pillows and spread her legs. 

"Come to Carly," she whispered, touching the pencil-thin strip of dark hair above her swollen clit. Her eyes were trained on his bobbing cock.

He slid up her body, lightly straddling her stomach. She reached down and took him in her hands, eagerly stroking up and down the shaft. Her tantalising eyes watched his reaction. Gently pulling him towards her mouth, she sucked his hard shaft inside. 

The time was right. He took her hands and held them above her head. The brunette's eyes closed as he gently fucked her mouth. She wasn't expecting the clicking sounds as the handcuffs locked her into place.

Her mouth pulled off his cock. "Parker! What the fuck...."

He eased his weight down her body, resting on her thighs. "Okay boys," he said.

Instantly, the room was bathed in fluorescent light. 

Carly attempted to shield her eyes, but couldn't move her arms. She blinked as several men appeared. They made their way to the cameras. 

She realised his plan. "Parker, if you think...."

He raised his eyebrows as the cameras lit up. His amused look said it all. Her fight against her restraints was fruitless and after a short struggle she gave up. Her head collapsed back against the pillows. His finger ran along the fine sheen of perspiration coating her luminous skin.

"Gotta save that energy," he suggested. "There's a long day ahead."

Her eyes glared defiantly into his. "Parker, if you think you are going to go through with this, I'll..."

"You'll what?" he asked. "Tell Joshua?"

Her eyes widened in alarm. She was clearly shocked that he had discovered the connection. For a moment, she was lost for words.

"Oh yes, honey. I know everything about you and Joshua! You thought I wouldn't find out?"

"He... he's a powerful man," she blurted. It was a vain attempt to regain some sort of credibility.

Parker smiled. It was a cold smile that made the young woman's heart miss a beat. Her expression changed. She knew something was wrong.

"From what I hear," he softly said. "He's lost his power."

Carly fell silent. He could almost see the gears in her brain spinning, desperately trying to work out what he meant. Find a way out. There was none. She gave one final desperate tug of her hands in a futile effort to free herself. Parker laughed and leant his face close to hers. 

He held her eyes in a cold, steely glare. "My only suggestion to you, honey, is that you do everything you are told. That way, you will be walking out of here with money in your pocket and a new life. Otherwise..."

His words were chilling. The coldness of the moment hit her. She was a lost girl, way out of her league. Parker waited patiently for her acquiescence. "Understand?" he asked.

Carly gave a long gulp. I made no difference to the dryness in her mouth. She slowly nodded to indicate she at last understood the hopelessness of her position.

"You're going to be a star," he said, smiling softly as he glanced over his shoulder to the waiting cameramen. "Ready, boys?" he asked. "And would someone get a glass of water for the lady."

*

Katherine's nervous cough illustrated her state of mind. The District Attorney was a small man. Not what she was expecting at all. He introduced himself as Don Thompson and seemed all business. Williams poured him a coffee and then another for Jeffries. The two men joined the redhead at the kitchen table. 

"Okay, Miss Forrest, I have a busy schedule today," he began. "I gather you have something you want to tell us? About your association with a gangster known as Big Eddie?"

Katherine hesitated. She looked at Williams and then Jeffries. Their eyes indicated their desire for her to spill the beans. She turned her attention back to Thompson. "What is it you'd like to know?" 

Thompson glanced at the two Detectives, then back at the redhead. "Everything you can tell us," he said. He couldn't disguise his irritation.

She paused. The cigarette she took out and lit gave her time to think. She took a long draw. The smoke filtered from her nostrils.

"Miss Forrest..."

"Look," she eventually said. "I'm really confused about all of this."

The D.A. turned to stare at Williams and Jeffries. A puzzled frown covered both features.

Thompson's cold, blue eyes flicked back to the redhead. "Why are you confused?" 

Katherine took another long drag. "Well, when these two officers took me into custody yesterday, I was open enough with them. But they threatened me with prison unless I spoke to you."

Williams's lips twitched. He began to speak but the District Attorney held up his hand.

"You said you'd confide everything you know?"

"Absolutely," she agreed. The ash from her cigarette fell onto the table. She swept it away with her palm.

"Which is?"

"I've explained all this. I've really no idea what Eddie gets up to in his business activities. I'm not privy to those. He and I have been seeing each other for a little while... when I met an old boyfriend of mine, he got jealous. Daniel and I went back to my flat together. Eddie was there. Daniel slipped and fell, as I remember. I went back to Eddie's place and try and work things out."

Thompson sat back in his chair. A long sigh escaped his lips. His demeanour was that of a man who had travelled a long way for nothing. 

"You bitch..." began Williams. 

The D.A.'s hand stopped him again. "What else?" he asked.

"That's it. The Detectives said something about murders, but I know absolutely nothing about that. I can't believe that Eddie would be involved in anything like that. He's always so gentle."

Williams shot her a vicious look, then stomped to the table. Even Thompson's hand didn't stop him this time. "You lying bitch..." His voice was aggressive. 

"But I told you all this last night..." Katherine began.

"You fucking lying bitch..." Williams spat out again. His tone was threatening. The coffee cups jumped as he angrily slammed his fist on the table.

Katherine glared back, narrowing her eyes. "You know I did," she shouted back. She conveniently turned on the tears. 

"Miss Forrest...." Thompson began. 

She ignored him, her sparkling green eyes homing on Williams. Time for the knockout blow.

"You know I did. That's why you made me fuck you."

The air went silent, other than the gasp that escaped Williams's lips. Both men gave him incredulous stares. He looked from one to the other. His eyes blazed in anger at the seated Katherine.

He gritted his teeth. "You know I did no such thing," he said. "I'll give you ten seconds to retract that comment."

He began counting down, his cold stare piercing into Katherine. It was silently threatening and yet somehow pleading with her to withdraw her statement. When his count reached three, she pulled out the Dictaphone. 

*

All cameras were trained on the bed. Every angle was covered. Parker knew his business. He hadn't previously appeared in one of his films, but this time was different. More than ever he wanted to fuck this bitch. The backdrop just enhanced that desire.

When the signal was given, he slid on the bed. On his knees, his half-erect cock was level with her face. He eased it towards her mouth. "Make it hard, honey."

Her wide eyes stared at him. It seemed her first thought was to turn away and deny his request. But she knew her vulnerability. Three teasing passes of his hardness across her lips was all that was required. Her eyes on his, she sucked him inside. 

Within seconds he was fully hard. The vision of the brunette lying handcuffed to the ornate head of the bed, gently sucking on his shaft, was all it took. 

Parker groaned as she devoured him. They both felt his throbbing in the delicious warmth of her mouth. Despite her objections, Carly was warming to her task. Her swirling tongue traced circles around his bulbous head. Parker responded. His hips thrust forward as he began to fuck her mouth.

His hand caressed her breast, the nipple instantly hardening against the sweaty palm. They were deliciously firm. His reward was the sight of her legs opening slightly. Her own arousal began to take shape. He took her nipple between his thumb and finger. A gasp interrupted her sucking as he roughly pulled on its hardness. 

Her legs eased further apart as he played with each hard bud. Her mouth renewed its attentions. She deep-throated him. Giving a groan, he reluctantly pulled away. It was time for the next action. His cock pointed skywards as he straddled her body. Shuffling back, he caressed both full breasts. Carly sighed, and then gasped again when he slid his cock between her pear-like tits and pressed them over the shaft.

"Fuck, that feels good," Parker groaned. His hips worked back and forth, slowly tit-fucking his increasingly aroused captive.

The cameras closed in on his purple crown as it appeared and disappeared at the end of her cleavage. His tantalisingly slow see-saw movements allowed them to do their work. His forward thrusts took the rounded head ever closer to her face. It stared at her, teasing her. The brunette's arousal built. She tilted her head downwards and attempted to lick it with her tongue. 

Parker's hands held her tits as he thrust. His fingers flicked across her rock hard nipples. Her curvy body shuddered beneath him. 

The friction was almost too much. With his orgasm imminent, he pulled away. Carly moaned in disappointment. Easing back, his mouth attacked her hard nipples. The brunette wriggled with arousal. His tongue coated her erect buds with saliva. His teeth brought them alive. Her body continued to respond to his pleasuring and then it was time. 

"Want to fuck now?" he asked. 

It was a rhetorical question. Her eyes gleamed, narrowing in their arousal. He adjusted position and his first two inches slid inside her.

"For fucks sake, Parker. Unlock me and let me fuck you properly." Her voice was almost pleading.

In other circumstances, he might have conceded. But the handcuffs were necessary. He gently pushed again. Carly wrapped her legs around his hips, pulling him all the way inside. Parker grunted at the sensation of entry. But even as he savoured the feeling, the brunette had begun to fuck him.

His lips returned to her hard peaks. Her full, pear-like breasts rose to meet his mouth and rivulets of saliva ran down as he tongued both nipples. He knew she could get off from just having her breasts sucked and made it his mission. But her continual bucking against him was having its effect. He began to respond with quick, rhythmic pumping motions. She let out a wail of delight. 

His hands clutched her ass as her body jumped under his thrusts. Her full breasts danced erotically under his gaze. His arousal soared. His pace increased. His driving thrusts brought squeals of delight and her legs squeezed even more tightly around his butt. 

His right hand slid to her bouncing tit, grasping the firm mound. Her nipple pressed into his palm. The mattress bounced under them as their bodies noisily slapped together. Her submissive position added to her arousal. Moaning, she frantically rotated her hips in small circles as her hands pulled at the restraints. Her flowing juices told him she was close.

The brunette's body shimmered with perspiration and the pace of her circular thrusts increased. She wailed out as she climaxed, each expression captured by the camera's invasive eyes. The strength of her orgasm forced Parker's climax from his body within seconds. As she spurted against him, he fired rope after rope against her inner walls. It took longer than usual to recover, their bodies shuddering as came down from their high.

"Fuck, Parker, that was sensational," the brunette moaned. She attempted to catch her breath. "If that's what it does for me, you'll have to get me on camera more often." 




Vegas: Bk 02 Ch. 09



His hand ran through his dark, crinkly hair as he took a proffered towel. Wiping the sweat from his torso, he nodded across to the naked ebony-black stud approaching the bed. 

"That's exactly what I had in mind," he said, flashing a triumphant smile.

Carly immediately knew what he had in mind. Her almond coloured eyes were drawn to the huge, black erection between his legs as he approached the bed. "No, Parker. Please... No!" 

*

The taxi pulled up outside the safe house. Jeffries walked Katherine to it.

"Stitched us up good and proper, didn't you?" he softly said. There was no malice in his voice. Just a hint of resignation. 

"I thought that's what you were trying to do to me?" she coldly responded.

"In a way," he conceded. "If getting you to tell the truth is being stitched up!"

She curled her lip and shook her head. The redhead felt she had grown up a great deal over the previous week. She turned away from him and opened the passenger door.

"A word of advice," he said, as she was about to slide into the back. She paused. "I suggest you don't go where you are thinking of going."

Katherine frowned at him. She ignored the comment and slipped into the seat. But his hand held the door as she tried to close it.

"You see," he continued. "The word on the street is that Big Eddie thinks you have grassed on him. And I really don't know how you are going to convince him otherwise."

Katherine's mouth dropped open. Her eyes widened in fear. "You guys sent that message out," she slowly said.

He raised an eyebrow as he shrugged his shoulders. "My feeling is that if you go back there, it'll be six murders we're investigating instead of five."

"He wouldn't..." she involuntarily shot back.

Jeffries smiled. It was chilling. His vice lowered. "Katherine. I think we both know he would..."

She sat back in the seat. The colour drained from her cheeks. She began to close the door when another thought hit her. "Five murders?"

Jeffries nodded. "Oh yes. You knew Joshua Smith, didn't you?"

Katherine gasped aloud. The redhead felt herself begin to retch. She leaned forward just as Jeffries stepped back. He was just in time. Her stomach splashed its contents onto the road. 

Jeffries fired a parting shot. "If I were you, Miss Forrest, I'd be very seriously thinking about coming back in to see us and tell us everything you do know..."

*

Lauren had no idea why Samuel had asked to see her. She could not shake off a feeing of foreboding. She found herself shaking even as she took her seat in the back of the limousine. Samuel sat quietly beside her, ignoring her attempt to force conversation. He stared straight ahead. His zombie like state only increased her apprehension. 

The vehicle made quick progress. Eventually, it turned off the main road. When it made its way along appeared a small, deserted road on the edge of a forest, her nervousness reached fever pitch.

Carlos pulled onto the grass verge. The blonde watched through the window as he left the car. He walked the short distance to the trees, slipping a cigarette into his mouth. 

"How could you?" Samuel gruffly asked. They were the first words he had spoken since she entered the car.

Lauren stared at him for a moment, at first unclear as to his meaning. "What do you mean....?" 

"My... daughter," he said with some difficulty.

The blonde stared at him. He continued to stare straight ahead. A small tear fell down his cheek.

"First I lose my son...." he began, "And then I learn that you, a common porn slut, fucked my daughter." 

Lost his son? She started to speak but he cut her off.

"Shut the fuck up," he snarled. He turned to confront her. His face was contorted in rage. The grief in his eyes was all too evident. He reached out with his left arm and his hand grabbed her by the throat. 

"Samuel..." she croaked.

"You fucking bitch!" he spat. His grip tightened. Saliva flew from his mouth and onto her face. "When I'm finished with you, I'll be flying back to Vegas to take care of the people who killed Joshua."

"What... do you mean... finished with me..." she gasped, barely able to speak because of the tightness of his fingers on her throat.

He gave an eerie sneer. She followed his gaze out of the window. Carlos was walking back towards them. His head was facing the ground; the peak of his cap was tugged well down over his face. In his hand was a gun.

"Carlos has been checking your grave," Samuel Smith calmly said. "I make it you have around ten seconds to live, you bitch...."

* 

The black stud had already made Carly cum twice. He hadn't yet broken sweat. The handcuffs had been removed after her first orgasm. Parker was happy enough that she was now compliant. And they needed her filmed in different positions. 

He was fully recovered from his own exertions. Watching the way her body responded to the black man, he decided to fuck her again before he brought on the next stud.

Her black lover was gently turning her around on the bed now. Carly grabbed the sheets tightly in each hand as she obediently raised her ass. The stud took hold of her hips as he moved in behind her. The dark crown of his cock parted her with a soft sucking sound. She was putty in his hands. Black hands that gripped and kneaded her tits.

His cock quickly found its mark. The insistent pushing of his hips forced her forwards and she moaned as her head buried itself in the pillow. His rounded head easily penetrated her and she moaned again. He pulled back on her curvy hips as he thrust forward. 

The brunette was eager to take him all the way inside. She braced her body, giving him something hard to push against. Parker gasped as her luscious sex yielded. He sank into her, filling her completely. His eyes widened as his hips began to pump. The stud grasped Carly's peach-like buttocks. He fucked her hard and fast, his powerful thrusts pushing her upper body further down into the mattress.

The cameras zoomed in on his hard, round ass, capturing the sheen on his ebony skin. He was pumping back and forward like an engine. A well-oiled machine made for fucking. It seemed there was no emotion in the act for him, just sheer animalistic mating as called for by the job he was paid to do. 

The sweat forming his body ran down his chest. He gave her a third and then a fourth orgasm. She had never been fucked so thoroughly before and her continual whimpering sounds indicated her complete submission.

Finally, he approached his own climax. His long arms reached out and his hands dug into her black hair, jerking her head back. Seconds later he grunted aloud. His magnificent physique jerked. His hips kept driving through the contractions that drained his throbbing testicles of all that they contained. It was impressive.

The sound of the door bursting open took them by surprise. It seemed only seconds for the room to be flooded with police.

"Parker Wainwright?" The older man in the light suit flashed a warrant. "You know the penalty for shooting porn?" 

Parker was stunned. The feeling of nausea hit his stomach as his eyes swivelled around the room. Returning to the cop, they were greeted with a patronising grin. 

"Even with a good lawyer, you're going in the slammer for a long time, my friend," the suit said.

*

Holly cursed her luck. A limousine was smoothly pulling out of Samuel's drive just as she arrived outside the gates. Instinct told her that her target was in that vehicle. If he was, then she needed to rethink her plan. She had no option other than to follow and was grateful for her foresight in hiring a motorbike rather than a car. 

When the limousine briefly stopped to pick up a passenger, Holly swept past the vehicle. Samuel was definitely there. The short-haired blonde looked familiar, but Holly could not place her. She looked non too happy as she got into the vehicle. Something was going on...

Was he taking her somewhere to have fuck her? That made no sense. Samuel would have found out about Joshua's death. All his actions now would be designed for revenge. So why was he heading for what looked like the middle of nowhere with an attractive young blonde? What was the connection? 

Staying out of sight was more difficult away from the main roads. Holly had to take chances and that didn't sit comfortably with her. Just in time, she realised they'd parked just off the small deserted road. It was secluded enough, on the edge of a forest. She cut off the engine and swung the motorbike into the bushes at the side. 

Experience told her there could be only one reason for Samuel taking anyone to such a secluded spot. It also screamed that she could take advantage.

She crept through the side of the forest, silently moving as fast as she could. It was the smoke from the cigarette that alerted her. The blonde assassin dropped to her haunches as she saw the chauffeur. The long narrow hole he was standing beside signalled their intention. 

With a flick of the cigarette into the hole, the chauffeur turned. He was ready. The gun he pulled from his jacket was familiar and as he checked the bullets in the chamber, Holly knew time was short. Her silencer was already in her hand as she silently closed the ground between them.

The sound of a twig breaking gave her presence away. But the soft snap was a fraction too late for Carlos. Holly planted the bullet into the back of his head just as he began to turn. Just underneath the back of his cap. She caught his lifeless body just before it hit the ground. The limousine was visible through the trees to he right.

*

The sound of bathwater filled Daniel' ears when he returned to the suite. Rosie loved that Jacuzzi. Taking extra care so as not to advertise his presence, he softly padded across the carpet. The crack between the door and the frame allowed him to observe his beautiful girlfriend for a short while. Girlfriend? Is that what she was?

His smile was warm as he watched her contentment. The way she took quiet sips from the glass of wine while using the cream sponge to trail water over the tops of her breasts seemed luxuriously decadent somehow.

His head snapped back as she half turned, but it was only to perch the glass on the corner of the bath. She had something else in mind. Her soft red hair fell onto the side as she lay her head back against the curved end of the tub. Her right hand reached across to cup one soft breast. Even as she closed her eyes, her freckled thumb was flicking over the swollen nipple. She allowed herself a sumptuous sigh.

When she dropped the sponge and massaged a full, rounded globe with each hand, he gave a soft cough. "Looks like you might need a hand?"

She opened her eyes and grinned at him. That was one of the things he loved about her. She had no embarrassment as far as anything to do with her body was concerned.

"Mmm... Yes please, baby," she softly smiled. 

The water rippled as she reached out a hand to take his. Her shining eyes told him just how pleased she was to see him.

Daniel smiled at her sexiness as she lifted one slender leg from the bath. There was something about the way she allowed it to curl over the side of the tub. His eager eyes were hypnotically drawn to the way the water trickled from her golden skin. As he watched it trace its way along her inner thigh and drip back into the tub, he felt a familiar surge in his loins. God, she was sexy.

He couldn't resist picking up the sponge. His soft fingers teasingly ran it across her delicious tits on his way towards her foot. The sensation released a sigh of arousal from her open mouth.

"Tease," the redhead moaned. 

He loved the way her face glowed.

Starting on her ankle, he drew the sponge along her calf. A broad smile spread across her sensuous lips. Her arm lifted from where she had left it draped along the edge of the tub and her fingertips stroked along Daniel's forearm.

Encouraged by her soft whimper, he coaxed the sponge along her inner thigh. When her eyes closed in soft pleasure, he swept it to her left breast. His soft, teasing strokes along the outer edges of her firm globe brought another whimper. As he softly kissed her, he could feel her reach for his wrist. She guided his hand so that the sponge brushed back and forwards over her sensitive nipple.

Rosie's whimpers turned into a series of soft purrs. Her hips imperceptibly shifted below the surface of the water as she spread her knees apart. Daniel's breathing quickened. His stroking increased the pressure on her erect nipple.

The redhead's hand continued to stroke Daniel's forearm. Her soft moans grew louder. When her fingernails dug into his skin, he decided to up the ante. His right arm slithered down her stomach, marvelling at how soft her soapy skin could feel. He brushed her heart shaped belly button piercing before disappearing under the water.

"Oh fuck," she gasped. 

The stroking fingers that had homed in on her clitoris had found their target. Her eyes opened, dreamy slits of pleasure. She tried to match his smile. His working fingers prevented anything other than a lustful grimace. 

By placing her other leg over the rim of the other side of the tub, she was opening herself up o him. Her urgency was such that the water sloshed around her. Neither of the cared that some slopped over onto the floor, drenching his knees. 

Rosie thrust her ass into the air and pushed against his working fingers. His free arm held her shoulders, steadying her. Her loud pants intermingled with the sloshing sounds of the water. She was close, her erratic breathing signalling her approach to the edge. Dropping his head, he sucked in her hard nipple. That did it. Her long shooshing noise preceded her orgasm by a nano second. 

His mouth found hers but she was too consumed by her climax to respond. He held her tight until she finished trembling. As her eyes flickered open, he snaked his free hand under her legs. With a grunt, he stood up and lifted the redhead out of the tub. 

His mouth slid to her soapy ear. "I think the lady is going to get fucked." 

*

Samuel's eyes turned away from the approaching Carlos and bored into his blonde captive. They were gleaming with hideous pleasure. Lauren knew her screams were useless but that did not stop her. 

"That's right, you fucking whore..." he snarled. His hand went to her neck, gripping so tightly she could hardly breathe. 

"I already have tapes of that bitch of a sister being distributed to all news networks," he gloated. "Tapes of her fucking, and being fucked. She built her success on her clean-cut reputation. Her career is ruined. Ruined by your stupidity!"

As he heard the car door open behind him, he could not resist a final insult, spitting into her face. "And now it's your turn. Die bitch," he shouted. 

The sound of his words reverberated around the inside of the limo as Holly blew his brains out.

*

Big Eddie's voice resonated at the other end of the phone. "It couldn't have worked out better," he told Ming.

"That's good to hear," the Asian beauty quietly said as she picked up the glass of bourbon from her desk. She took a soft sip. "Can I take it that Parker won't be returning to the club?" 

The soft laugh at the other end of the line gave her the answer. "He won't be returning anywhere for a long time."

"And Carly?"

"Arrested for taking part in porno movies," he chortled.

Ming sighed. It was a sigh of relief and a sigh of justice. Had she not got to Julie, that innocent would also have been arrested. That didn't bear thinking about.

"I can tell Kay now?" she asked.

"You can," he snorted. "Tell her you've only just found out that he's been arrested. You know nothing else."

"I will," Ming quietly purred. "You can trust me."

"I know that," he said. The tone of his voice confirmed his words. "It's all worked out well. Neither of the Smith's will ever bother me again. I only have two loose ends to tie up."

Ming frowned. "To... to do with me?" she hesitantly asked.

She heard another chortle. "The first isn't. I have to find another broad who might cause me a little trouble. She's gone missing, but not for long."

That meant she was tied into the other loose end. Ming's breathing became sharper but she quietly waited. 

"When you phone Kay..."

"Yes?" she said, breathlessly.

"Tell her you are coming to work for me. How does running Samuel Smith's club sound?"

*

Daniel laid Rosie on the bed, her reluctant arms eventually letting him go. He grinned at her as he began to undress. She smiled back. Provocatively, the redhead opened her legs to his gaze. Raising an eyebrow, she began to suck on her middle finger. His stiff cock surged.

First things first. He hesitated as he finished off the buttons of his shirt. She saw it, too, a worried frown creasing her forehead. His open shirt flapped around his unbuttoned jeans as he flopped down on the bed. All sorts of thoughts were circling around inside his head.

"You look sad," she softly said. She pulled herself up to her knees and gave him a bear hug. Pulling back, her beautiful green eyes stared into his. "Why so sad? Thinking of Katherine?"

Katherine? Where did that thought come from? God, no, Katherine was trouble. "No, Rosie," he gently replied, reaching out to stroke her soft, beautiful face. She was still sexy, even when she looked concerned. "Not Katherine."

"That poker woman?" she asked. She held his head in her shaking hands. Her eyes searched his, looking for clues.

He gave a soft smile, gently touching his lips to hers. "No."

"What then?" she asked. "Can I help?"

Daniel's smiled broadened. The fog in his mind was clearing. He nodded, holding her eyes.

"Anything," she softly said. "How?"

"I travel around America playing poker," he simply said.

"But you'll be back in Vegas regularly?" she asked. A frown shot across her face. "We'll still be able to see each other won't we? I can get time off from the Club"

Daniel felt his heart grow cold for a moment at the mention of that place. That fucking club! That fucking whorehouse! Rosie didn't belong there and he wasn't going to allow her to go back! He took a deep breath, looking into her eyes. The tear that formed, slid down her right cheek.

"Rosie," he said. His voice was decisive. "Unless you tell me otherwise, you're not going back to the club. You'll be staying with me, travelling with me. How about it?"

She grabbed him, pulling against her luscious form. This time it was not a single tear that fell. It was a torrent. They were tears of happiness.

THE END..... for now