David Weisman was on his way to Las Vegas . Not as a tourist, but as a newly graduated USAF Missile Electronics Technician who had been assigned to Nellis Air Force Base in North Las Vegas as his first duty assignment.
His journey from New England to Las Vegas was an interesting one. Born and raised by Jewish middle class parents in a small bedroom community North of Boston, called Wakefield , he found his interests were considered strange by his friends. From a young age, he seemed able to remember people, places, and events from ages gone past even before he took “ancient history” in high school. His Mother considered him somewhat of a prodigy because of his ability to tell stories of the past in great detail. That, combined with a love of science and philosophy, had put him apart from a lot of his classmates. They were far more interested in fast cars, and faster schoolgirls. His Father was strict with his children, but David lost interest in his faith by his teenage years and skipped Temple whenever he could get away with it, preferring to hang out with friends.
With his dark good looks, he had a few girlfriends in his time in New England . The problem was he was shy in many ways, so they had never blossomed into full contact sexual relationships. At 19 years, 8 months and 6 days old, he was still a virgin, although not many of his male friends knew that. He had fallen in love with a dark haired Italian girl, before graduating high school, but she had ditched him in favor of a football player with a fast new sports car.
After graduating from Wakefield High School , he had attended Northeastern University in Boston for a couple of years. But, he was just not interested enough in Engineering to complete his degree. So, in 2008, a hitch in the US Air Force seemed just the thing to satisfy his wanderlust for new places and new people. He got very high scores on his aptitude tests, so it was off to “basic training” in San Antonio , Texas . After the eight weeks of basic, he was sent to Randolph AFB, for another year of technical school studies. Much to his surprise, he was assigned to the “ Top Secret Missile Electronics School ”. He finished with high marks and got his orders to report to Nellis AFB just outside Las Vegas . He received two weeks of leave, and in January of 2010, David went home to Boston for his first “leave”.
He knew after the first day in his former New England home that his life had changed. It was fun to see his family and friends again, but he was finding that the urge to get to Las Vegas was making his two week “leave” pass very slowly. It was fun spending a few nights out drinking and partying with his old friends, but it just didn’t seem the same. Every morning when he awoke, all he seemed to look forward to was the day when he would board the airplane that would take him westward to Las Vegas .
He had been to the West on trips with his family as a young teenager, and had always felt an affinity for the Southwest and its open spaces. He remembered the desert and the glittering lights of Las Vegas as a 10 year old. His parents had even managed to let him and his siblings do a few pulls on the handles of a couple of slot machine handles at the Fremont Street casinos when no one was looking.
Finally the day arrived, and his parents drove him to Logan Airport to board his flight. It was a tearful farewell, but once the plane had become airborne, his mood changed and he couldn’t wait for the flight to end….In his own words this is what he thought:
“ Nevada …It was the middle of January when I arrived from my first two week leave. When the plane door opened, I was greeted by a blast of warm desert air. I was in love with the place from that moment on.”
“After the restrictions of technical school, your first duty station is almost like returning to civilian life. You awaken early, and go to work for an 8-hour shift. Then, you are basically free to do as you please on base, or off. But Nellis AFB is quite different from a lot of other duty stations. It is the home of the top new technical US planes and munitions. It’s also the “home base” of the “Thunderbirds”, the US Air Force’s precision flying team. A short flight away from the base is the Weapons Testing Area, where pilots flying out of Nellis are trained in combat tactics and precision bombing. And, it has always been rumored that the base is closely tied to the super top-secret research that goes on at the now infamous Area 51. So being stationed there was a privilege and being cleared for Top Secret work, it was even more so. But after the first week of orientation, all I wanted to do was visit the world’s largest “adult playground”, The Las Vegas Strip itself!”
“In 1999, the last time I was there, it looked a lot different that it does now in 2010. The town is now like a Disneyland for adults. You name it they have a theme hotel for it. Paris Las Vegas, NY, NY, the Bellagio, The Venetian…It was much smaller in 1999, with less hotels...Some it was said, still owned by The Mob, but in reality, the corporations had taken over by then. But as a 21-year-old just out to have a good time, I wasn’t concerned with the ownership only with the gorgeous women that seemed to populate every single hotel. It was a woman like that and far more who was destined to propel me into the Entertainment Business. But, I don’t want to get ahead of myself.”
“The “Le Bistro Theater and the bar surrounding it” at The Riviera Hotel & Casino had been a very popular “watering hole” since the 1990’s, and home to a lot of well known musical and comedy acts of the time. It was perfect place for a young guy from Boston to hang out when I was not working at Nellis. I found it on my very first night on the Strip, when a cab driver was nice enough to suggest it as a great place to hang out, and not have to pay exorbitant amounts of money for drinks. I had such a great time I made it my “hangout” on the weekends too. The manager of the place was ex-military, and gave out a lot of extra free drinks to active duty servicemen, which he knew I was the minute he asked me for my ID.
It was on my fifth trip to the Riviera that my life would forever change.” I walked up to the Maitre’d and asked, “Who is on next Vince?” The Riviera , being one of the last of the “old hotels” on the Strip was also Old Style, the staff actually remembered your name if they saw you more than once. So Vince quickly answered; “Brianna, our new featured performer…and you are going to love her David. She is a knockout with an incredible voice.” he said smiling. “Then you know I want a great table down front” I slipped him $20 which is the going rate these days for a large lounge. “Follow me David” he said as he weaved through the crowd and brought me to a small two person table right at the front of the stage, commonly called a “deuce” in the nightclub business. He motioned a waitress to let her know I was there, then left saying, “Here you go. Enjoy the show.”
It was barely a minute when the waitress came to the table. “Hi, My name is Janice, and I’ll be serving you tonight...what may I get you to drink?” She was dressed in the “typical” Vegas waitress costume, a tight fitting sparkly leotard type outfit with a push up bra, sewn in so that even if her actual breasts were B-Cups, they would appear much larger. But she had a lovely smile and engaging personality. “Hi Janice, I’ll take a Captain Morgan without a twist please” was my reply. She looked at me strangely, as most waitresses did. I had learned most of the men my age drank beer, or “trendy” liquors. But in my family, we hardly ever had beer around. I had developed a taste for rum at a young age, and had been drinking it since I was 16, when I and two friends from high school managed to steal a bottle of it from my Fathers liquor cabinet. I got “lost” for a minute thinking about those days in Massachusetts . My first drinks, my first girlfriend, and the fact that I was now still a “virgin” at 21 years of age, because she was very Catholic and refused to go “all the way” as we used to put it,
As I reached for my wallet to pay Janice, the lights dimmed, and I heard a voice over the speakers announce:
“Ladies and Gentlemen, please welcome our featured performer of the evening...She’ll enchant you with her music and vocal styling’s...Please give a nice round of applause for the star of the Le Bistro…Brianna!”
The curtain began to rise and everyone in the audience applauded, as a gorgeous tall woman with a mane of long thick black hair took center stage backed up by an eight piece band. One of the band members put a stool down for her and handed her an acoustic guitar. The stage lights started to dim, until a single spot framed her lovely figure. She was dressed in a pale blue sequin top, with a dark blue pendant diamond hanging just above her low cut top. It was hard to say where my eyes went first, to the pendant, or the round firmness of the top of her breasts. Her tight fitting pants were adorned with similar sequins. I didn’t even care if she could sing at that moment, because I was “transfixed” by her striking beauty. Then that voice penetrated my entire being!”
She raised her head and said, “Thank you for that wonderful greeting. I hope you enjoy my songs” It could have been just wishful thinking, but it felt like she was looking directly at me again, and saying that only to me.
And it wasn’t just for that first tune, I know I was riveted to her performance, whether she was sitting on the stool, or doing an up tempo rock song and working the entire stage. She seemed to take every opportunity to look directly at me, and it felt like she was singing only to me. I know I was smiling and blushing, because I felt that hot feeling in my face. Her set seemed to fly by, and by the last song I was totally infatuated with her and first on my feet to give her a standing ovation...I was rewarded with a soft smile and a kiss blown from her lips.
When the curtain closed, I immediately signaled Janice to come over to my table. When she arrived is said, “She is incredible. Can I buy her and her band a drink?” Then I added, “And Janice, if it’s possible, I’d like to send a note to her with the drinks. “Yes you can if you wish, but she doesn’t always accept drinks, but maybe a bottle of champagne would be a better choice, and the band gets comp drinks at the bar, so I don’t think you have to include them. I do know however, that Brianna does read all the notes we send backstage.”
“That sounds fine Janice” I replied. “I just wanted her to know how much I liked her. Can I borrow your pen and a napkin?” Janice handed me a pen and for a minute no words would come to my mind. But I did the best I could and handed it back to her with her pen. I was hoping I had done the right thing as she walked away with my note and headed towards the service bar. There was no changing my mind as I saw her take a bottle of champagne in an ice bucket towards the backstage entrance.
Backstage, Janice walked the hallway to the “Star” dressing room and knocked on the door. From inside came Brianna’s voice: “Come in”. She opened the door, and saw that Brianna and her band were sitting around the couches and chairs nibbling on the snack tray that I later found out the hotel provided every night as part of her contract. In the expansive room, that was as big as a hotel suite, there was a baby grand piano, a fully stocked bar and comfy couches and lounge chairs with lots of coffee tables in front of them for their drinks and food.
“And what do we have here Janice?” Brianna asked smiling at her. “This is for you from the young gentleman in the front row. And he sent this with it.” She replied as she handed the note to Brianna, and then set the champagne on the table in front of her. Brianna read the note aloud:
“Words can’t really express how much I enjoyed your wonderful performance! I hope you and your group will accept a small token of my appreciation and enjoy the champagne...David.”
“How very sweet...I know exactly the person that sent it.” She smiled, “I don’t think he knew he was in a showroom during my whole set.” That brought a chuckle from Janice. “I think you are right. I went to his table to see if he needed anything, but he was totally engrossed in your music...and you!”
“Is he still out there in the room? Brianna asked. “Probably”, Janice replied. “He has a couple of drinks still in front of him. Janice saw Brianna seem to ponder that piece of information for a moment, before saying, “Invite him to join us.” “No problem Brianna” she answered.
As she left, to get David, Brianna turned toward her four musicians with a smile on her face. “Great set guys. Why don’t you go out and enjoy the action at the bar.” As they got up to leave, her lead guitar player winked at her. “It’s about time you had a little fun and enjoyment here, instead of heading back to your suite alone every night.”
Back in the showroom, I saw Janice emerge from behind the backstage door and start to walk towards his table. She had a smile on her face which he took as a good sign. When she finally arrived at his table, she said to him, “Brianna sends her thanks, and wants to know if you’d like to join her backstage to finish your drinks?”
I could not have been happier if she had told him he had won a million dollars. His enthusiastic reply was, “You bet I would, lead the way! My mind was full of all kinds of fantasies as we walked through the backstage corridor. I almost bumped into Janice as she stopped in front of the door with a large silver star on it and knocked.
“Brianna, it’s Janice, I have your gentleman visitor with me.”
“Please come in, I’ll be right out”, came the lovely voice from the other side of the door.
I entered and Janis set my drinks on the bar in the room, and then excused herself saying she had to get back to work at the showroom. I quickly realized that Brianna was not in the parlor area of the room. “I’m just changing, and I’ll be right with you”, the voice again said from behind a door on the wall. “Please make yourself comfortable, I’ll be right out.”
I took the opportunity to look around at the opulent “Stars” dressing room and inspect the guitars that were displayed neatly against one wall. He knew a little about the instruments, and realized that this collection was among the best I had ever seen, Les Paul was there, along with a Martin acoustic, and of course a couple of great looking Fenders I was so engrossed in inspecting and admiring them, that I never heard Brianna approach from behind. That is until he heard her say, “Hello, I’m Brianna.”
I was startled, and awe struck by her dazzling beauty. So much so that it took me a few seconds to realize that she had her hand out. “Hello Brianna, David, David Weisman, so nice to meet you. I so enjoyed your music...and the band is great. Are they here? I wanted to tell the how good they are. Oh, and I hope you don’t mind me admiring your guitars. It is quite a collection.”
Brianna smiled at me and at the fact that I was obviously very nervous and rattling off my words. “Not at all, I’m glad you appreciate it, and my band has left for the night. You don’t mind if we enjoy our drinks alone do you?” She said, enjoying my shyness and being very coy with me.
I was ready to bite my tongue to try and stop myself from feeling very uncomfortable and shy about being totally alone with her. “No, I would love that.” I said back in a voice that betrayed my nervousness.
“Are you here visiting Las Vegas ?” she asked. “Or do you live here?
“Well I kind of live here, I’m in the Air Force, and stationed at Nellis Air Force Base” I answered back, “But I’m originally from the Boston area.”
“Mmmm, a very old and historic city. It’s one of my favorite places to visit.” Brianna told him, trying to get him in a more comfortable frame of mind.
“You have been there?” I asked back, trying to be more casual in my answers.
“There aren’t too many places I haven’t been David. I have traveled the world extensively.” She said and saw the surprised look come over him.
“But you aren’t that old to have traveled that much are you? I asked back. She simply smiled an enigmatic smile back at him, and changed the subject. “I do so love Champagne, It’s so much more refreshing than hard liquor...I had Janice bring two glasses...I’d love to have you join me...Do you like Champagne David? I smiled back, “I’ve only had it a couple of times at weddings. But I think I drank too much of it and it did give me a headache the next day.” She chuckled at his admission, and told me, “Probably because it wasn’t that good. But you’ll love this bottle, I promise. It’s so bright in here, let me lower the lighting a little.” She intoned as she adjusted some knobs by the bar. “Just have a seat on the couch...and David; would you pour us a glass?” as she lowered the overhead lighting, and the track lights over the couch seemed to illuminate the bubbles in the glasses that I was pouring for us. She turned on some soft mood music, and then sat opposite me on a love seat. She was looking into my eyes, but I could have sworn she was staring into my soul. “
Mmmm, I love music like this when I’m trying to relax and unwind ...It’s so soothing...In fact I like to look at the endless bubbles in the champagne...It’s easy to get lost in them, Don’t you think so David?” She asked in a soft melodious voice, lifting her glass so that my eyes were drawn to it in the light. I could just see her eyes over the rim of the glass, and before I could answer, she continued sliding closer to me saying; “Watch and I’ll show you.”
“First look at my eyes...then to the bubbles...then back to my eyes...You’ll find that you may begin to get lost in them. Eyes, Bubbles…Bubbles, Eyes...Bubbles traveling up to my eyes...And now down to the bottom...And back up to my eyes, making you want to drift with the bubbles into my eyes...Up and down...Up and down…Until you no longer can look down to the bubbles...You can only get lost in my eyes...You do so want to get lost in my eyes David...They are so soothing that you just can’t seem to look away now...In fact, you don’t want to anyway...You only want to look deeper...It’s the most important thing to you now...To keep looking into my eyes...and relax...Relax all the tension in your body David and keep your eyes focused on mine...Just let my voice lead you.”
I had no idea what was happening to me, but a soft lethargic feeling seemed to have spread over me as she spoke. Her eyes looked like bottomless pools to me, and her voice was like a narcotic spreading throughout my mind. It took away my fears, and all I wanted to do was continue looking into her eyes and listening to her melodious voice, which was exactly what she wanted me to do.
Brianna continued, watching the effect she was having on me. “I’m going to count backwards from 10 to zero David...and as I do, each count will make you more tired and more relaxed...Your eyes will become so heavy that they will close on the count of zero...But until then...you will not be able to look away from me...10…Relax every muscle in your entire body David ...9…Complete and total relaxation is setting in....as you focus more intently on my eyes...and my voice...8…Relaxing more and more completely...more and more deeply...with every word I say...and with every breath you take...7.. .Your eyes are starting to get heavier David...as they fall deeper into mine…So heavy now...6…Your body is very comfortable and relaxed...You’re just following my voice now, so lost in my eyes...5…Just let go...Every muscle...Every tendon...Every cell in your body…falling into my eyes... and turning control over to me...4…Your eyes are so heavy now David...and your whole body is so relaxed...3…Eyes becoming heavier and heavier...getting ready to shut down for me...2…Your eyes are so heavy now...almost impossible to keep them open...But you can’t close them until you hear me say zero…1…When you let them close David, you totally let me into the deepest parts of your mind.& 0…Close your eyes David...close your eyes and relax...”
I could feel his eyes close and my head slump towards my chest. I literally felt like a rag doll. Every muscle in my body seemed like putty, and somewhere deep inside I knew she was hypnotizing me, but I no longer cared. I was now hanging on her every word.
Brianna continued talked to me in her slow soft enchanting voice, “Yes David...This is how I wanted you. I picked you out, and fascinated you with my eyes from stage. What I did just now was simply a continuation, and a way to take you deeper. Now David, I want you to open your eyes for me, but remain deep in trance.”
I felt my eyelids flutter open, but it was as though I was in a daydream. I knew where I was, and who I was with, but there was a distinct fuzziness in my mind. Her beautiful eyes were still right in front of me, and looking directly into mine, stirring my soul.
“That’s right. I want you to answer me truthfully David.” You’ll find it is very easy to do so.” she told me, and then said, “You felt the connection between us didn’t you David? You were fascinated and even turned on by me, far more than any woman you’ve met so far in your life. All of that is true isn’t it?”
I heard a voice that seemed very far away say “Yes.”, and yet I knew that voice was mine. It was a very weird feeling as though I was talking in a dream, and yet was right in front of her at the same time.
“I’m going to tell you why David, and although you may not remember it when I awaken you, or even believe what I am going to tell you, you’ll come to know it is the truth. I am the first real woman brought into this world David, and I have lived for eons of time. I know you’re a Hebrew descendant David. I can sense your pure bloodline. I have always been able to do so since I left Eden .
Your people know me as Lilith.” She saw a twinge of slight fear cross through his eyes and face. “Ah, I can see your parents filled you with the story, about God cursing me, and me sleeping with demons. Those are “old wives tales” David. They were perpetrated by fearful and jealous men and women of ancient times. Women somehow instinctively seem to know I am not descended from Eve. Men still fear me because I will not submit to them as I would not submit to Adam. I left Eden by choice, so I was not affected by what you term “The Fall of Man”. That is why I never die or grow old. But the energy lifeforce you call God, does not hate me, nor has it cursed me, in fact I still commune with it quite often.”
“I have been known by many names in your Torah history David; Sheba , Jezebel, Bathsheba, Tamar, and Delilah, just to name a few. But I traveled to many lands David, each time taking a new identity. Nefertiti in Egypt , Helen, in Greece , Amestris in Persia , Madame DuBarry in France , but each time I was looked upon by the males in power as a threat. They always managed to have me scorned and hated. But something is different now. Your country’s women are slowly but surely gaining equality again. I believe this is the “age of reason” that He spoke to me about when I left Eden .”
She stopped for a moment and seemed to carefully ponder her next words. “David, I loved Adam with my whole heart and soul, and your soul is his soul reincarnated. It broke my heart to leave him, but I knew he would not listen to me in those first days. But now things may be different, we will have to see. I felt you here when you entered the showroom to watch my performance, and I used all the powers I have learned over the centuries to get you here with me now. But I am not going to try and force you to be with me again. We are going to explore that possibility slowly. Are you working at the Air Force base this weekend?” she asked. “No I am off.” I answered in my dream state voice. “Excellent...In just a few moments, I’m going to awaken you and ask you to leave with me. If you decide to do that, it will be your own choice. Do you understand?” she intoned. “Yes...Briann…Lilith.” I stumbled on what to call her now. “Here in this time I am Brianna David, but you will not have the problem of knowing that I am also Lilith once I awaken you. You will not remember what I told you about who I really am, because if we are destined to be reunited now, I want it to happen naturally. So forget for now David” she said as she reached over and touched my forehead saying it in and even stronger tone…”FORGET! And David, at any time in the future, should I want you to re-enter this state you are in right now, I only have to touch your forehead again, look into your eyes, and say, SLEEP, and you will automatically return here…won’t you? This time I easily said, “Yes Brianna”. “Good, I’m going to awaken you now...and when I do you will find that you are just happy to be sharing a drink and some conversation with me. Now, when I snap my fingers you’ll be Wide Awake David. I heard the sharp snap and was momentarily puzzled.
“I’m sorry...What were you saying?” he asked, feeling like he had been daydreaming for a moment. “I asked if you would like to join me upstairs in my suite to finish up our Champagne . It’s much more comfortable.” She smiled knowing that I had no idea of what happened to me in the last 30 minutes or so. My heart started racing as I answered her quickly, “I’d love that, if you are sure I wouldn’t be intruding.” “How refreshingly polite,” she thought to herself. “Not at all, grab the Champagne …Come on lets get out of here,” she laughed and grabbed my arm, then headed out of the dressing room door. We walked arm in arm down the hallway to the showroom.
As we walked out by the bar, and onto the Casino floor, Janice winked at us knowingly. I felt my face flush. This was an entirely new experience for me. We didn’t get far into the noisy Casino before a couple in their 50’s walked up and stopped them to ask, for Brianna’s autograph,
“We hope you don’t mind...could we get your autograph?...We Just loved your show.” The woman stepped forward with an autograph book and a pen, handing it to Brianna, who took the time to look through a few pages before signing. “My goodness folks, I’m in great company, Elvis, Liberace, Sammy Davis, Frank, Dean…You folks must visit here a lot.” She said graciously as she thumbed through the pages containing the signatures of almost every major star that had appeared there since the 60’s. “Yes” her husband answered, “I own a boring insurance company in Iowa , makes me a lot of money, but I always dreamed of being a musician. I guess this is how the Wife and I live that fantasy, by watching folks like you.”
They were so cute that Brianna was happy to sign a page for them, and introduced me as her new friend from Boston . “Are you a singer also?” the Wife smiled a broad Midwest grin at him as she asked. “No Ma’am”, I answered, “Just stationed here at Nellis Air Force base. I’m just a fan of Brianna’s like you.” I told them. “A very lucky one it looks like the Man said to him,” with a sly smile and wink, that again caused me to blush.
Brianna watched the exchange in amusement. “He truly is very shy.” she thought, “It is most charming.” Then as she finished signing the page, she handed it back to the woman and extricated me from the situation with a little charm of her own. “Well I’m sure a lovely couple like you understands that we must be on our way, I just met this charming Bostonian, and I want to get to know him better.” “Of course,” the Wife answered. “And thank you so much...You were so nice to spend time with us.” “My pleasure and I’m so glad you enjoyed the show...Bye now,” she said as she once again slid her arm into mine and turned from the couple.
As we continued to walk through the casino, other people waved or said hello to her. “You are very popular, and very nice to people” I commented. “They are the good people who buy my recordings, and come to the shows. In essence they pay my salary David. I find most of them are very nice themselves.” Brianna told me sincerely. I was actually trying to make small talk to keep myself from being nervous about going to her room. No woman had ever invited me to a hotel room before, and if I let myself think too much about it, I would start to get a stirring feeling between his legs. It had happened when we first left the dressing room together, but I was sure she hadn’t noticed it. I didn’t want to embarrass her or myself by appearing to be in a state of arousal walking to the elevator. So I concentrated on making conversation with her all the way to the elevator doors. I told her that I had played drums in a band when I was 16 and up until just before I left New England for the Air Force. “Why have you stopped?” she asked, “You could be doing a few jobs at night here making much more money than the military pays you I’m sure.” My answer was simple, “I don’t really know anyone here.”…She chuckled and simply said “I do David and we’ll get you a night gig if you want. There are all kinds of backup work around town. You could work every night, or just a few nights a week if you’re any good.” My shy side kicked in as I said, “Probably not good enough to compete with the pros here.” I was saved by the elevator arriving and the doors sliding open.
As we stepped into the elevator, we ended up as the only occupants. She took a key from her pocket, and inserted it into the slot next to the floor marked PH. “Wow,” I said, “They give you a Penthouse Suite?” “Yes,” she smiled at me pressing the button to start their ascent, “One of the “perks” of the business.” She looked at me, then slowly moved in close, pressed herself against me, and gave me a long lingering kiss.
There was no way that I could hide my excitement now, as our tongues danced in exploration, and the heat of her luscious body touching mine began to ignite my primal urges. I kissed her back deeply, and pushed my body even closer to hers. I slipped my arms around her to pull her as close as possible. She was returning the kiss with mounting fervor. She let the contact continue for a moment, till she felt the elevator start to slow. Then she pulled back and looked at me hungrily. “Mmmmmmm”, she murmured softly, “You are a good kisser.” I smiled at the compliment and said back to her, “So are you.” as I leaned forward to kiss her again. I hadn’t even noticed the elevator had stopped. “No, not here love. Come with me.” She said walking me down the long hallway pecking me with kisses on the neck until we came to the end and a set of ornate double doors. She had the key in her hand, but she kissed me again before inserting it into the lock. She could feel my hunger and need for her building and bubbling inside of me, and I could feel her own matching mine. Her hand reached over and turned the key…and we entered.