by Tia Siren
1
Danielle Harper wasn’t sure she had heard the man correctly, so she leaned forward. It was, after all, pretty noisy in the club. She lived in Vegas and made some money on the weekends working as a waitress. She was tall and slender, her skin and hair dark. The most important thing was that she looked good in heels and a skirt. Her long legs got her a lot of tips, and perky cleavage got her even more.
The club was called The Event, which Danielle thought was a stupid name, but it was popular and busy on the weekends, and Danielle needed every bit of help with her student loan debt that she could. She had a year of school left, and already the prospect of the debt felt crushing and suffocating.
It was early in the evening, before the large crowds came in, but she had been serving a couple of the small round tables that dotted the outside of the dance floor in the dark club. At one table was a man and three of his friends. He was handsome. A young caucasian man with a strong jaw that made him look a bit like a superhero. His hair was blonde and buzzed. None of his friends made the same impact that he had on her. She had been with one white man before, a one night stand. The way the young man had kept looking at her, she was wondering if she was on her way to another.
But then it looked as though he and his friends were moving on, and they gathered their things and paid their tab and walked out the door. The good looking one lingered, though, and he caught Danielle’s eye and waved her over.
“Yeah?” Danielle asked as she went to speak with him by the front door.
“What’s your name?”
Danielle tapped a manicured nail against the small plastic nametag she wore to the left of her chocolate colored cleavage. “Danielle.”
“I saw that, but don’t most women in Vegas have fake names? What’s your real name?”
Danielle laughed. “Where are you from?”
“Hidden Hills,” the man said. “It’s near Los Angeles.”
“Well I don’t know who is feeding info to Hidden Hills, but Danielle is my real name.”
“All right, Danielle. Well, I think you should marry me.”
That was the part she had thought she hadn’t understood. She leaned forward and shook her head. “Excuse me?”
“I think we should get married. You are absolutely stunning.”
“I’m not going to marry you.”
The man laughed. “Why not?”
“I don’t even know your name.”
The man held his hand out. “Ray,” he said. She shook it. His hand was strong, but not rough.
“Okay, Ray. Well, my answer is no.”
“Hey, I really need to run right now, but I think we should talk more about it. What time do you get off?”
“One.”
“In the morning?”
“Yeah.”
Ray whistled through his front teeth. “Rough gig,” he said.
Danielle laughed. “It’s alright.”
“Well, listen. I have a penthouse in the… well shit, I don’t remember the name. But we’ll be drinking like crazy and generally raising Hell. I can have someone pick you up and bring you over, and we can get to know each other.”
“I don’t know.”
“I’ll send someone, and come if you want. Alright?”
Danielle didn’t know what he meant about sending someone, but she just nodded. “Okay then,” she said, and Ray smiled and then turned and left.
Danielle wasn’t sure what was going on, but, somehow, she felt an attraction for Ray. He was obviously nice to look at. Taller than she was and wide in a muscular way, with broad shoulders. He had been dressed in expensive clothes, but she had spent most of her time around him imaging what he looked like without a shirt on. Maybe going over to his penthouse in some hotel was the perfect opportunity to find if her fantasy shirtless Ray lived up to the real thing.
As her night wore on, and the club became packed, she couldn't push her strange conversation with Ray from her mind. One in the morning rolled around quickly, and she clocked out and headed outside. The club would be open for a few more hours, so she stepped quickly through the entrance and through a sea of people trying to get in. Her car was parked along the side of the building, and she reached for her keys. She had a paper due on Monday, and she didn’t know a single thing about Ray or any of his friends. She didn’t make it a habit to go to strange hotel rooms with men she didn’t know, and she had decided she wasn’t about to now.
And then she saw the stretch limo parked along the side of the building, boldly blocking the traffic that was trying to stream in from the well lit road which ran through the famous Vegas strip. The driver was ignoring the honks and the curse words being thrown at him, and he was holding a piece of paper with Danielle’s name on it.
She had never ridden in a limo before, and thoughts of strange men and papers due vanished. She would take her shot. She smiled at the driver as she neared, and tapped her finger on her name tag.
“Looking for me?” she asked, and then older man nodded.
“Looks like it, Miss,” he said, and he pulled the door open for her.
Danielle half expected Ray to be waiting for her in the limo, but he wasn’t and she felt a wave of disappointment wash over her. There was a bouquet of flowers inside, and a couple of bottles of wine and a glass, so she poured herself some as the car started moving.
Danielle had been raised in New Orleans, about as far from a life which would afford her rides in stretch limousines as she could get. It had just been her and her mom, and her mom had always struggled to keep them in houses, and food on the table.
Danielle had seen education as a way out and had grades that were good enough for her to have offers from six schools. She had ended up at Ryeman College, twenty minutes outside of Vegas.
Vegas was a town built for the wealthy, and Danielle had only ever seen the edges. But riding in a limo, looking through the dimmed windows as the strip passed by, a glass of wine in her hand, it was about as much fun as she had ever had. She only wished she had someone to share it with.
It turned out Ray was staying at Wynn Las Vegas, one of the nicer hotels and casinos on the strip. The driver took her to a side entrance, where a bellhop met her. He was obviously younger than her twenty-one, but only by a few years. He had traces of acne, and he looked her over without shame as she climbed out of the limo.
“Mr. Ferris left this for you,” the boy said, holding a keycard to her. “Slide it into the slot in the elevator and it will take you to the top floor.”
“Thanks,” Danielle said, reaching down to pull the hem of her skirt a little lower while the little creep glanced at her legs again. She went inside and found herself in a nondescript hallway with concrete walls. It obviously wasn’t meant to be seen by the guests. She wondered just how Ray Ferris managed everything. He had sent a stretch limo for her, a bell hop was waiting around for her to come by, and he had a top floor penthouse that needed a special elevator key. It all sounded like something out of a James Bond movie, if James Bond had a billion dollars instead of just millions.
There was a small elevator at the end of the hall, and the doors opened quickly when she pressed the button on the wall. Inside it took Danielle a moment to find the small slot where she could slide the keycard into the wall, but when she did the doors closed, and the elevator car started upward.
It seemed like a lifetime, or, at least, five minutes, though Danielle was sure it was much shorter, but finally, the elevator stopped, and there was a soft chime before the door slid open. Danielle tried not to gape. The door opened directly into the penthouse suite. Music was blaring, and people were dancing. A lot of people. Young and good looking, more women than men. None of the women were wearing much clothing, some were just shaking their hips in their panties, their breasts swinging freely. It made Danielle uncomfortable, but she found the whole thing strangely alluring as well. She had never been much of a party girl. She was always focused on school.
The men at the party, in fairn
ess, were just as underdressed as the women. Everyone looked sweaty. She saw more than a few couples making out, and a few groups of people grinding and kissing and rubbing.
“Danielle!” a voice called, just as she was trying to figure out if she should leave or get off the elevator. It was Ray. He wore swim trunks and nothing else, but seeing him smile made her step forward, off of the elevator. The doors shut behind her.
“Swimming?” she asked, quirking an eyebrow and nodding her head to his wet swim shorts. As far as she knew, even the penthouse suite didn’t come with its own pool.
“I’ll show you,” Ray said, and he took her hand and led her through the throng of people dancing in the living room. As she made her way further into the suite Danielle saw that the music was coming from a DJ, an attractive blonde woman with hardly any meat on her bones that she swore she recognized from TV.
“Is that…?” Danielle started, and Ray cut her off with a grin and a nod.
“It is. Her dad and my dad are friends. Come up in the business together,” he said.
“What business?”
“Film. My dad is a producer.”
“Wow,” Danielle said. It was all she could think to say.
Ray led her into one of the bedrooms, where a group of people were grabbing water balloons from four giant plastic tubs and throwing them at one another. From the smell, Danielle wasn’t so sure they were filled with water.
“Vodka,” Ray said with another grin which made the young black woman weak in the knees.
“Looks fun,” Danielle said.
“It is,” Ray said, and then a balloon came sailing by, and it broke on Danielle’s shirt. It soaked through the thin white material, giving everyone a good look at the lacey red bra she wore underneath. Ray looked her over, and she found it didn’t annoy her the way it had when it was the bellhop doing it.
“Want to play?” Ray asked, nodding his head to one tub.
“Maybe later.”
“Want a drink?”
“Now you’re talking,” Danielle said with a laugh, and Ray took her hand and led her out of the bedroom. There was a whole room off of the living room which had been given over to a bar of sorts. Three bartenders who worked for the hotel were there, mixing drinks and slinging beers. Danielle found herself suddenly self-conscious as she looked them over. They looked like she did. Servers. Servants. Pouring drinks while rich people played.
“What can I get you?” Ray asked her, making his way to the bar and pulling her along.
“Any beer,” she said to the bartender, a young blonde girl. She nodded and set a frothy bottle on the bartop. “Thanks,” Danielle said, taking the beer and sipping.
“I think you’re gorgeous, and I’d really like ot have sex with you,” Ray said, and Danielle almost spit her beer out.
2
Ray was more forward than any man Danielle had ever met, and she had met some forward men. Ray was a millionaire, or maybe a billionaire. And he had just told her he wanted to have sex with her. They were surrounded by a hundred people; all jam packed into the most expensive hotel room Danielle had ever seen. It all felt like a dream. A dream someone else was having. Danielle hardly recognized her own voice when she spoke.
“Okay,” she said.
Ray grinned again. His teeth were white and perfect, like a movie stars. He took her by the hand again and led her out of the bar room. He led her to a closed door, and then pushed through it. Danielle found herself in a bedroom that was empty, besides the two of them. No one was throwing water balloons filled with vodka, and the music wasn’t as loud after Ray shut the door and locked it behind them.
Danielle had never been one to have sex with strangers, except for that single one night stand. She figured it had to be something about white boys as Ray put his hands on her hips and leaned in to kiss her. She closed her eyes and parted her lips to him. She felt his tongue, like velvet against hers. His fingers gripped her rounded hips, but he didn’t hurt her.
The room was dark, the only light coming from a fat silver moon which hung high over Las Vegas. The windows were open so the moonlight could come in, and below them, there were flashes of lights, red and blues and yellows, a thousand signs in front of a thousand hotels and casinos and little places to get a shotgun wedding.
Ray wasn’t wasting time. He gripped the underside of Danielle’s vodka soaked shirt and tugged it up. She looked for somewhere to put her beer, but there was nowhere. Ray took it from her and tossed it to the floor where the dark amber colored liquid chugged from the bottle, staining the carpet.
When her shirt was off, Ray had a hold of it, and he tossed it to the floor as well. They kissed again, their lips and tongues like one instead of two. His hands explored her torso, strong and soft together across her flat stomach, and up over her ribs.
He found her breasts, still clad in the red bra. Fingers slid under the cups, brushed against nipples which hardened instantly. She reached behind herself and undid the clasp, and then the bra was off, joining the beer and her shirt on the floor. He bent his head, and his lips went to her nipples. He nipped at her sensitive rosebuds, licked at them with the tip of his tongue.
Danielle moaned. Her arms went around him, one on the back of his bare torso, the other to his hair as he sucked on her tit. His hand was at the other, gripping her, groping her. Her nipple was hard and rubbing against his palm. Danielle felt herself yearning for him, a passionate heat growing between her legs.
“Bed,” she moaned, and his lips pulled from her breasts. He nodded, and then they were kissing again as he stepped forward and she back pedaled, and they fell upon a large, soft bed. She spread her legs, forcing her skirt to hike up towards her hips. Ray positioned himself between her, arching his back, so his crotch rubbed against hers, his rigid member evident beneath his liquor-soaked swim trunks against her wet slit, hidden beneath the silky material of her panties.
Danielle wasn’t thinking straight, she knew that, but she didn’t care. She wasn’t anything like those women out in the living room, dancing with their breasts out, letting men rub all over her, but there she was, about to fuck a man she didn’t even know, and she knew it was exactly what she wanted.
Danielle had been with big men before, in terms of penis size. The one white guy she had slept with had the smallest dick, and she had always assumed it was true what they said about black guys and white guys. But Ray put that notion to rest, in the dark bedroom, when she reached down and slid her hand past the waistband of his trunks. His cock was hard and pulsing. And it was huge. Bigger and thicker than any cock she had ever touched. She wrapped her slender fingers around it, jerking him back and forth as his lips found hers once more. He tasted like vodka, and it made her head spin.
Then the man was pulling away, and it made her hand slip off of his erect member. He knelt at the end of the bed, and came forward again, sliding downwards. He planted a kiss on her hip and went downwards until he reached her skirt. He gripped it in his strong hands and pulled it down, and she lifted her ass off of the bed to help the process along. Ray tossed her skirt over his shoulder, and it left Danielle nude except for her panties, which were red and mostly see through.
Ray went back to his kissing, his lips trailing down over her panties, and onto the sensitive black skin of her inner thighs. She was wet, soaked, her desire for the man more intense than any desire she had ever felt.
“I’m going to make you come,” Ray whispered to her in the dark. From outside the room, there was the dull thumping of the music, a remembrance that there was a party going on. Beyond that, it felt to Danielle as though she and the rich man were the only people on Earth.
With one hand Ray held the crotch of her panties aside. With the other he ran a finger up her slit, stopping to rub on her engorged clitoris. Danielle groaned, throwing her head back.
Those red see through panties were quickly pulled off and deposited on the floor with all of her other clothes, and then a new sensation replaced Ray’s finger on
her pussy. He was licking her, the tip of his wet tongue sliding up and down her slit, probing. He spent time working on her clit, flicking it back and forth with his tongue while he slid a finger into her pussy, and then two.
She had never wanted a man more, wanted his cock inside of her, but she didn’t want him to stop either. He made true on his promise, he said he was going to make her come, and Ray did just that.
It took hardly any time, and if Danielle could have felt anything but an explosion of intense pleasure emanating from her pussy and spreading through her body, causing her toes to curl as he used his tongue to make her come, she would have been a bit embarrassed. It had been a little bit since her last boyfriend, and she hadn’t fucked anyone since then.
She shook with orgasm, her hands going to the back of his head, trying to find hair long enough to grip onto but failing. She almost doubled over, as the wave of pleasure rolled through her core, and for a moment, she didn’t think it would abate. Finally, it did, and Ray was grinning up to her from between her legs.
“You on the pill?” he asked, and Danielle nodded. She was, even though her sex life was about as dead as the dinosaurs. “Good,” the man said, and he stood at the foot of the bed and pulled his swim trunks down. He stepped out of them, climbing back onto the bed. He moved upwards, kissing up her stomach, and then stopping for a moment to suck on one brown nipple. He moved on, his lips moving up her neck, to her lips. She spread her legs to him, still wet, still yearning for him even as she fought to regain control of her breathing. She reached down, took his throbbing dick in hand, and guided him inside of her.
He was large, and for a moment Danielle was worried it would be uncomfortable, but he pushed deep inside her, and then pulled out, and after a few more thrusts it was fine, and the discomfort was gone, replaced by nothing but pure bliss.
Ray was gentle, but he was in control. She reached up for his face, but it took her hand by the wrist and pushed it away, holding her down as he grinned and dipped his head so he could nip softly at her nipple.
His pace grew quicker, but as it seemed as though he was nearing completion he stopped and pulled suddenly out of her.