Romance in Vegas - Showgirl! (9 page)

They ate at The Broiler, a steak house twenty
minutes from the casino. All the way there, she was intensely aware
of him next to her. He wore the same light aftershave, and now his
arm was draped over the seat back. The limo jostled at a pothole
and he grabbed her shoulder and didn't let go as she felt his hard
chest against hers.

Kim and Tony clowned, threw verbal barbs at
each other, and Dani was glad for their presence in the limo, then
at the restaurant.

"Don't you just love it here?" Kim asked her
as the men ordered for them.

"The rolls are delicious," Dani said with her
mouth full.

Al hailed the waiter and the man brought more
rolls and bread. Then he watched her with amusement, as she
polished off another two pieces of bread. "You won't pass
inspection on Tuesday if you keep this up," he joked.

"You've never been hungry then," she
countered, "or you'd understand."

Al looked at her, wondering what her life had
been like, the hellish existence of being an unwanted child. He may
have grown up in a household with violent people, but at least it
was never directed at him. He'd always felt his parent's love.

Their meal came then, and she still ate at a
frantic pace, not looking up. His eyes met Kim's and he could tell
she understood. He made a mental note to ask her later what she
knew. He wanted to know everything about the woman sitting next to
him.

Chez Vous, situated on the third floor of a
casino, was jammed, but they were let in right away as Al nodded at
the bouncer. Neon lights and black-lights within turned his shirt
bright white, along with Kim's dress.

"Baby, you're hot tonight!" Tony said loudly
as Kim shimmied to their table towards the front of the dance
floor.

"I can prove that," she flung back, over her
shoulder.

He came from behind and grabbed her around
her waist and led her to the dance floor.

Al and Dani followed, sat at the table and he
ordered ginger ale for her and vodka for himself.

"Do you like to dance?" she asked.

He smiled. "Not to this stuff. I'm more of a
slow dancer."

They watched the dancers until a slow tune
came on. "Shall we?" he said.

He took her hand and, once on the dance
floor, pulled her quickly, tightly to him. Her arms went around his
neck, and she felt the electric draw of him. The whole of his body
was hard, the chest, the arm muscles, and thighs. As they danced,
his hand came on the small of her back, then her derriere, while he
moved against her. She felt his erection start then and his lips
kissed her neck, moved and kissed from the bottom by her shoulder
to her ear.

"Mmmm," he breathed in her ear, "you are too
delicious. I might have you for dessert."

The hot breath and murmuring sounds coming
from him started a new sensation in her, a sizzling feeling from
her toes to her head, one that settled between her legs.

Her breath came out in a long sigh, as she
gave into him, gave in to the stir of her emotions.

But too soon, the song was over, and he led
her to the table with his hand resting on the small of her
back.

The rock music started, and Tony asked her to
dance. "Is it all right?" she asked Al.

His eyes closed a bit as he gestured towards
the dance floor.

Tony put her at ease, as they danced, with
his jokes and one-liners. She laughed, then shimmy and shook,
twirled around, and felt the pounding beat of the song within her.
When they were done, he gave her a quick hug.

But when she arrived back at the table, Al
stared at her coldly. "Have fun?" he asked, looking from Tony to
her and back again.

"My friend," Tony began, "don't be looking at
me like that. I'm not stealing her." He went by Kim, bent down and
gave her a long kiss. "I've got all I need right here."

"Let's get some air," Al said, grabbing
Dani's hand. He led her out of the crowded place. He punched the
elevator key, and they waited.

But when the elevator opened, and they
started down, he pushed the stop button.

A muscle in his face moved, and his eyes were
steely gray, as he looked her up and down.

She didn't know what to say, so she just said
nothing and returned his gaze.

He took a step, gathered her in his arms, and
pushed her back against the elevator rail. He grabbed her buttocks,
and she felt his hardness. His lips roved her neck again, up to her
cheek, then to her lips. Pushing her lips open, his tongue moved in
her mouth, exploring, tasting, as she trembled.

Breaking the kiss slightly, as his mouth
hovered above hers, he whispered, "Are you mine?"

As his tongue rolled on her lower lip, she
said faintly, "No...I mean...I don't know."

Pressing his hips against hers, he began to
move rhythmically against her.

After peeling down the front of her dress,
his hand came up and felt the warmth, the softness of her breast.
Moving his palm over the nipple gently, he heard her sharp intake
of breath. Then, as he moved the bud between his fingers, he heard
it again.

"You're mine," he said softly, while he drew
back and looked into her eyes. His hand still moved casually on her
nipples.

She felt the heaviness again between her legs
and by instinct she brought his hand there, and closed her eyes at
the sensation as his hand probed, smoothed. It was intimate. She
felt safe, secure.

But he moved his hand back to her dress and
pulled it up. Stepping away, his eyes roamed over her, making sure
she looked fresh, unsullied. Taking her hands in both of his, he
kissed them, one then the other.

"Someone will want the elevator," he said
finally. And he pushed the up button.

After changing clothes, Dani paced back and
forth in her suite that night. Al brought her to her door around
midnight, kissed her on the cheek, and left her alone. She knew she
couldn't call Kim, as she and Tony might be together. But she
needed to talk to someone. Plus, she was hungry, so the employee
lunchroom seemed like a good bet.

When she arrived, and filled her tray with
desserts, she looked around for anyone she knew. The big heavy-set
man everyone called Teeny sat looking morose, so she walked up and
flashed him a smile. He grunted and rose as she sat at the
table.

"I'm Dani. Please, sit. I just wanted to
introduce myself."

"Yeah. Nice meeting you. Heard that was some
dance last night you did. Good for business. Really good."

She smiled before she took a bite of brownie.
"I just didn't know what to do. That damn shoe broke, so I just
winged it."

"Yeah. The boss thinks you're doing a really
good job."

"Nat you mean?" She finished the brownie and
started on the cheesecake.

"No sweetheart. Al's the boss. There ain't no
other boss."

She nodded with her mouth full. "What was his
father like?"

"Sal? Yeah, that would be Salvador Scaletti."
He was quiet for a minute. "Those were the days."

"You mean so many killings?"

"Nah. I mean the respect. People got no
respect anymore. Enough to make you puke. Oh, sorry. Forgot you was
eating."

She laughed. "It's okay. Tonight Al said I
was going to get fat."

He looked skeptical. "You need more meat
there. A guy needs something to hold on to, know what I mean?"

"I guess. Are you married?"

"Nah. Never met the right dame I guess."

"What was Al's wife like? I've heard she was
pretty sheltered."

"Oh Clary? That was her nickname. Yeah, he
met Clarice a few years back. She was...different I guess you could
say."

He continued, "Al told me she saw the world a
different way than we did. At first I thought she was just a ditsy
dame, you know? But after I knew her for a while, I could tell what
he meant. Like just something simple like swimming. She'd have a
blast just playing with a beach ball or something."

"He must have loved her very much."

Grunting, he nodded. "I hate to even tell
about when she died. He was so bad, wouldn't get up out of bed for
days. I had to slap him before he'd even get dressed."

"You slapped him? Did he slap you back?"

"Nah." He looked at some distant spot and she
saw his eyes starting to fill with tears, and tried to think of a
different topic.

"And Al's mother?"

"Oh, he was just a baby when she died. She
starved, what do you call that thing?"

"Anorexia? When someone doesn't eat
right?"

"Yeah. Sal always blamed himself. But you
can't force a person to eat when they don't want to. Boy...you sure
can put those desserts away."

"I love the food here," she replied with a
mouthful of chocolate chip cookie.

"Yeah, it's a pretty nice set-up. Too bad
someone's on the take. I know the boss is getting really mad about
it."

She nodded and drank the rest of her water.
"I wish I could help."

"He's sending in a mole."

She looked at him questioningly.

"Someone he trusts to work on the
inside."

Nodding, she got up and held her tray. "It
was so nice meeting you Teeny. Please let me know if there's
anything I can ever do for you, okay?"

"You got it sweetheart. Same goes for
you."

But when she arrived back in her suite, the
inevitable light was blinking on her phone. She'd forgotten to take
it with her again.

"What?"

"It's Dani."

"Where have you been?" he said irritably.

"I'm sorry Al. I forgot to take the phone. I
was in the lunchroom talking with someone."

He was silent for a minute. "Are you alone
right now?"

"Yes." She sat on the couch.

"Tell me what you're wearing. And don't leave
anything out. I want it all."

She laughed. "Well, the bra and panties are
white with a little lace. My shirt is white, my pants are
hip-hugger jeans, and I'm wearing boots."

"Okay. Take it all off."

"What?"

"You heard me."

"But why--"

"Don't worry, I won't come down. You're
totally alone, right?"

"Yes."

"So put the phone down, take it off, then
pick up the phone again."

She put the cell on the table and stripped
everything off. "Okay," she said, as she smiled, "what next
boss?"

He laughed softly. "Go into the bathroom. To
the full-length mirror."

"Okay, I'm there."

"Now, what do you see?"

"My hair needs brushing."

"What else? Talk to me."

"Well, my bust line is good, my stomach is
pretty flat, and I have long legs. My feet are bare."

His voice grew softer. "Touch yourself. With
your free hand. All over. I can wait."

Hesitantly, her hands roved her breasts like
he had done earlier and she closed her eyes, remembering him. The
heaviness descended between her legs, and she gasped without
realizing it.

"Open your eyes," he said.

"It's like an ache," she said faintly.

"A good one or a bad one?" His soft voice
wrapped around her brain.

"A good one...but there's no relief."

He was silent for a minute. "What are you
doing tomorrow?" he asked her finally.

"I thought I'd relax by the pool," she
replied, as the spell was broken. "Is that okay for me to do? I
never remember what employees can and can't do."

"Yes. No problem. I'll just get out my
binoculars."

*****

Kim was about to peak, when he quit
thrusting. "Don't stop," she whispered, "please."

Tony pushed himself up by his arms. "I think
I'll quit for a while."

But he made no move to pull out, just looked
down at her, grinning.

"You're such a tease," she told him, "you
know I'm just about to go to outer space and you stop like
that."

"It just makes it better. We found that out
last night. Besides, what do you say?" He kissed her, with his lips
lingering on her mouth and his tongue thrusting in and out of
her.

"Please," she whispered frantically,
"now."

He lowered himself, and kissed her neck then
slowly began moving with her. "I love your hair," he said softly,
"and your little wiggling ass in that goddamn mini-dress. You
turned me on. I had a hard-on the whole night, now you have to
pay." Again, he stopped, laughing this time.

"Okay," she said loudly, "I'm putting out a
hit on your ass. I'll hire me a hit man to get you."

He quickly turned over and brought her on top
of him. "Ah, that's what I need. Your hair all over me." But he
still didn't move inside her.

"Bastard."

"Bitch."

"Come and get it. If you
can
, that
is."

That set him off and he thrust deep within
her, again and again, until both of them were spent.

Chapter 9

Matt checked in. "Base, ten-eight on
two."

Candy checked in after he did. "Base,
ten-eight on two."

"Base out."

The two guards walked slowly down the casino
hallway, checking everything from stairwells to partially opened
doors along the way.

"Had a 390 earlier," he told her.

"What else is new?" she replied, "Once a
drunk, always a drunk. Anyone I know?"

"That little piss-ant Smithson."

"Christ, not him again. Did you have to
wrestle him down?"

"Nah, the wife was with him this time. She
convinced him to leave."

"Poor thing. You gotta feel for her being
married to a degenerate gambler." She opened the stairwell door,
looked up and down then they started back down the hallway.

"Man, my feet are killing me," Matt said.

"Yeah, I hear 'ya. Mine are about swelling
out of these shoes I'm wearing." But, suddenly, she put her arm out
and stopped him. "Hear that?"