by Rosa Foxxe
You see, people will say that I made this place after I got sick of the strip and longed for Italy, but really I never got sick of the strip. I hated it from the start. What a contraption they have built for themselves. But what they don't realize that it isn't the people on the street that are caught in it, it's them. They're the one who can’t leave.”
They pulled up to what appeared to be a wall, but quickly revealed itself to be part of Vinnie's private garage as part of the wall pulled up and into itself to allow for the big luxury car to make it in. Casino goers stood with their mouths agape as they watched.
“Is that a new one?” Tyra asked. “Because it seemed like some people hadn't seen it before.”
Vinnie smiled a little smile that made Tyra think of a Robert DiNiro when he was young and in Taxi Driver.
“New?” he said. “Well, maybe. I guess you could call it new. New to them anyway.”
Tyra's eyes were dazzled by the way the road in front of them kept winding up, around and around, tightly hugging a center pillar of cement. She was getting the feeling that they would end up parking on top of the casino, and she couldn't quite believe it.
“News to them, because, unlike many of the idiots in this town, I don't hand out some kind of weird guide to all the little things that make my life tick. The secret driveway is only neat because it's a fucking secret, you know what I mean? It's not cool at all if people expect it.”
Daylight broke into the turning tunnel and it was as Tyra expected, they were going to park on the roof. What kind of weekend stay was Tyra on where the guy picking her up parked his enormously expensive luxury car on the roof of his casino? The guy had to be some kind of millionaire, maybe even a billionaire. Tyra had no idea how to tell the difference, but she figured that parking high enough off the ground that they could see the downtown strip was indicative of having money. And even if it was new money, like Vinnie had suggested, it made Tyra think that the money was only new to him. It had to have all come from somewhere. And what kind of guy was Vinnie that he was just entrusted with so much. He didn't look much older than her, so maybe thirty at the very most.
Who was this guy?
“With an entrance like that,” Tyra said. “It'll be easy to eclipse the rest of the evening.”
They both got out of the car and Vinnie took Tyra's offered arm and led her inside.
“I think you Americans have this saying,” Vinnie said. “It goes something like 'You ain't seen nothing yet.'”
That's when Tyra realized that Vinnie wasn't a native speaker, or a native to America. She didn't know how it could have slipped past her before, with all the talk of his mother nation, he all but wrote it out for her. Maybe it was because she was used to guys trying so hard to be a weird version of what they thought was cool to really appreciate anyone being different. The more she thought about it the more it made sense that Vinnie wasn't from America. Given the amount of money that he had at his disposal, anyone else would have sent someone to get her. But because he wasn't from America he paid attention to little matters of respect and their nuanced details.
Vinnie had come to pick her up from the airport himself because it showed her that he wanted to see her and that she mattered to him. He came to pick her up at the airport because he wanted it done just right, so he did it himself instead of delegating it to someone else. The little things like that had died out of American business long ago, hell, out of American culture. Now it was cool to have a bunch of girls on the side, to cheat, to treat women like they didn't matter, like they were as disposable as a tissue. Tyra could tell that wasn't Vinnie's style. She could tell that, although he might have some old fashioned ideas about women, he treated women well.
Vinnie was the kind of guy who needed a woman to engage him, or at least try to engage, even when she couldn't really, like during the drive to the casino. Vinnie would need a stunning woman on his arm because it was sign of status, but he'd treat that woman as if she were the most expensive diamond in the world.
Tyra had a lot on her mind during the walk into the building. The weekend was going to be interesting. She already knew she'd never forget it.
*
The vast room that she would be sharing with Vinnie for the weekend was so plush she could barely believe that she wasn't in some kind of dream. The furniture looked like a cross between old world Victorian and Italian. The bed was huge, and had a mirror on the ceiling above it. There were a lot of nice touches that Tyra really appreciated—an old school dumb waiter that allowed them to send down plates and glasses and bring up refreshments, a small fountain, and it missed some things that Tyra thought was telling. There were no televisions in the room. There was an old radio in one of the corners, but that was it as far as contact with the outside world went, since cell phones didn't work.
Security was a huge thing for Vinnie, something Tyra had noticed right away. And he'd been smart about it, instead of being overbearing. He didn't demand that everyone abide by the rules of no photography on some floors, so he installed devices that shut off phones and made it so they couldn't get reception. Vinnie took security and privacy very seriously since his casino was also a hotel in the upper floors with Vinnie himself occupying the master suite. This meant that high profile guests, senators and CEOs, came to philander at will. It was something that Vinnie expressed both distaste and thanks for; on the one hand he found it distasteful, but on the other he was glad they were spending their money at his casino.
The measures went far beyond Tyra's understanding and she knew it. From what little Vinnie had told her, she understood that in many of the more high profile rooms there was a bunch of brass in the walls so that bugs and other recording devices relying on passive controls from the outside didn't work. He'd said a few other things but then explained that he couldn't go into any greater detail because of security.
Tyra nodded and smiled, secretly thankful that he wasn't going into more detail because she already didn't understand what was going on. What little he'd elaborated on had to do with encryption and how the casino used its own cell phone tower to control the flow of everything. Tyra was starting to wonder just how powerful a man had to be to want to go through all of the signals going in and out of his casino, but she knew she'd find out as the weekend played itself out.
“What are we seeing tonight, Vinnie?” Tyra asked as she clasped a necklace beyond her neck.
“I forget the name of it,” Vinnie said as he dressed into more casual evening attire. “It's the circus but it isn't. But not like our circus, which is a lot more to do with mixing traditional dance from cultures around the world with different animal acts. This one is the one with the long pieces of material that come off the ceiling and everyone climbs on. They swing around and dance.”
“Cirque du Soleil!” Tyra exclaimed. “Oh my goodness I haven't ever seen it before! I've always wanted to, though. It's just that something has always come up, or I've been busy. Or I don't know, just life.”
“Well tonight is the night!” Vinnie exclaimed as he dramatically snapped a handkerchief through the air with a flourish of his arm. “And what a night it will be! After the first performance there will be a rave! I'm not so sure how the two will mix, but we're going to give everyone a twenty minute intermission to either go take drugs or leave because the part of the show they came for is over. But I'm excited for both parts! Although I'm not sure if I want to take any drugs. It will be a very unforgettable night, that much is certain!”
Tyra was more excited than she'd been in a long time. She couldn't wait for the night to start.
Chapter3
Tyra wasn't exactly sure when she and Vinnie had started making out, if it had been at the end of the first performance or the start of the second, but it had happened. Now the rave had started and Vinnie had her on all fours on the floor of their private seats far above the general admission, and even farther above than the first tier of private balcony seats.
Vinnie hadn't started taking of
f her clothes yet, instead he kept playfully smacking her ass, first one cheek then the other. Tyra arched her back and moaned as he smacked her a few more times. She loved it when guys got playfully rough with her. She also loved having sex in taboo places. She wasn't necessarily one of those people who had to have sex in public, but she was finding what they were doing now to be a huge turn on.
The dress she'd worn for the evening had greatly resembled a Greek toga. Vinnie had picked it out for her and insisted she wear it. He'd picked it out because what she'd brought from home had looked garishly out of place in the sleek atmosphere of Vegas, especially considering how upscale Vinnie's casino was. The one stipulation Vinnie made when he bought her the dress, which cost about as much as she made in a month, was that she not wear panties or a bra.
The dress was the color of gray silk, accented with white lace. At first glance it looked strange on Tyra's caramel complexion, but upon closer inspection it became obvious that the dress showed off all of her curves. Tyra's ample ass and tits had been on display for everyone to see as she'd gone to the theater on Vinnie's arm. She'd loved all the attention she'd received, which wasn't like her at all. But this attention wasn't like what she usually got from people. This kind of attention was the same that sharp minds give great works of art, the same kind of attention that people in power get.
Now, as she and Vinnie fooled around as the rave raged beneath them, her tits and ass were on display to him quite literally. Vinnie kept slapping her ass and firmly groping her tits. They started to paw at each other, writhing on the floor like a couple of snakes, until Tyra felt it was best to take off her dress. She stood and let it drop off her shoulders to the floor even though there were those below that turned their faces upward. She was so ready to get fucked by Vinnie, more ready than she'd been to get fucked by someone in years.
There was so much about him that turned her on. She knew that a lot of it had to do with how much power he had, but what of it? Why shouldn't she be attracted to a man of power? There wasn't anything wrong with that, not the way she saw it.
Vinnie had a seat in one of the chairs and smiled up at Tyra as she gave him a lap dance, slowly sliding her hands down his chest to his crotch. She could feel his hard on through his pants.
God, I hope it's big, Tyra thought, I hope it's so big. All I want is his cock inside me right now. I better suck on it first to really turn him on, though. God, I want it to be big and veiny. I want him to bend me over the railing and fuck me in front of all these thousands of people. That's all I want, more than anything. Vinnie is such a fucking hot guy, I can't believe he is interested in me at all. I wonder what his come tastes like. Oh, God, he's squeezing my nipples as I suck on his dick. I love the way his hands feel on my breasts. Now he's sliding a hand down my back so that he can run his fingers through my slit.
And so Tyra's thoughts went as Vinnie ran his hands all over her body as she sucked him off. Finally, when Vinnie had enough of her blowing him, he told her to lay on her back and crouched over her. Tyra thought it was so hot that he was going to keep his clothes on while he fucked her. It made it seem more urgent, like it needed to happen right then. His cock was nice and hard, she had seen to that. She was glad it was so big and throbbing as she felt it hover between her legs. Vinnie kissed her on the mouth as he entered her, slowly sinking his entire cock into her pussy.
“Oh, fuck, baby,” Tyra said. “You feel so fucking good in my pussy. Oh my fucking God do you feel good inside of my motherfucking pussy. Fuck me baby. I mean, really fuck me. As hard as you can. I want you to wear out my pussy. Your big cock needs to fill me up over and over again. Please fuck me. Don't wait, and don't save it. I don't need you to play nice with me. I'm not one of those fragile kind of girls. Please fuck me hard.”
“Oh I'm gonna fuck you,” Vinnie said. “You better fucking believe I'm going to fuck you. I've been waiting for this since I saw you walk out of the airport. You're so fucking hot. God damn, and your pussy is so fucking tight. Just like your hot, wet, little mouth. God you feel so good when I fuck you. Do you like it? Do you like the way my big cock feels in your pussy?”
Tyra grunted and pulled on Vinnie's hips so that he penetrated her a little differently, on an angle. His tool was big, much bigger than she was used to. She hoped that he would continue to last. There was nothing more disappointing than a man who didn't have the stamina to really satisfy her the way she needed. Tyra could feel that if he was able to go for a while, she would have a thunderous orgasm. It wasn't usual that she was able to so clearly tell, but she could tell for certain.
There was just something inside her loins telling her that if her partner was able to keep going there would be a reward like she'd never experienced before. Vinnie’s cock was hard and throbbing, but it wasn't like it was going to come anytime soon, at least from what she could feel.
“God you feel so hard, baby,” Tyra said. “Do I turn you on? Does fucking a black girl make your big, Italian cock extra hard?”
“I fucking love that you're black,” Vinnie said. “Your dark skin and little pink nipples turn me on so much. Oh, baby, you have no fucking idea how turned on I am. And that we're fucking above all of those people.”
It really was a huge turn-on that there were so many people far below them with no idea what was going on. Or did they know? But how could they know what was happening so far above them, and with all of the noise from the rave. The bass pulsed through the entire theater like the beat from an enormous drum. Tyra hoped that they knew, somehow. She hoped that far below them there were many people copulating, their bodies writhing together in ecstasy.
She hoped that the entire rave had become an orgy and everyone was fucking while they were on really hard drugs. Her sexual desire and sensual feeling overwhelmed her body. She wanted the entire universe to reflect how she felt, as if existence could become some kind of mirror just for her. She knew it was impossible but that's what she wanted.
Vinnie's body slapped against her with the beat. Tyra didn't know if he was intentionally using the beat to drive his thrusts forward or if it were an accident. Whatever it was she liked it, she liked the way that the music seemed to be controlling Vinnie's body, manifesting itself in his hips and driving his cock forward into her. It was such a great feeling to feel like everyone in the theater was connected by the rhythm. She wanted it to be that way, needed it to be that way. Something about the look in Vinnie's eyes was driving her crazy. She'd never felt like she needed fucking more than right now, and she was getting it as hard as her Italian stallion could give it to her. She wanted it harder though, and she wanted more of him. If there had been some way for her to melt him to her as he made love to her, to make it so that they were the same person instead of two people, if that were somehow possible in that moment, and she would have done it. She would have become one with Vinnie as he fucked her, even though he was a complete and total stranger who she knew so little about.
But what more did she need to know about him, really? She'd gone steady with a few guys who she never knew more about than their names, their majors, and what they liked to drink. It wasn't like she had a super great track record with guys. But ever since she'd moved to the Midwest she'd really slowed down when it came to the opposite sex. It was something she missed, the excitement of not knowing what was going to happen with someone else. The chase was something that she missed dearly, and now she was having it tenfold.
It didn't faze her that they were having sex so soon after meeting. Guys like Vinnie wouldn't commit to anything until the other half of the relationship had really proved themselves. As Vinnie's hips bore down on her so that his cock pounded in and out of her pussy with even more force, she thought to herself that she hoped that the chase didn't diminish or end anytime soon.
“Oh, baby,” Vinnie said slowing down. “You drive me crazy!”
Tyra laughed as she stood up and leaned out over the balcony's ledge. The people below her were entranced by the music. She knew that
no one was looking up watching them but she wanted to pretend that they were, that all eyes were on her naked breasts hanging over the balcony. She arched her back and wiggled her ass as she waited for Vinnie to approach her. She felt him running his fingers through her slit to make sure she was wet enough; but she was plenty wet and she knew it.
Vinnie rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy from behind and reached around to squeeze her tits with his other hand. Tyra was so ready for Vinnie mount her from behind. God, she could barely contain herself. Realizing that anything she said wouldn't be heard by anyone because of the blaring music.
“Fuck me!” she screamed. “Vinnie, fuck me, baby. I need you to fuck me. Please, fuck me harder. God I need it so fucking bad. I just need it, so give it to me! God damn, I don't know how much more I can wait, baby. Fuck my black ass! Fuck me!”
Vinnie slammed his cock home and gave her ass cheeks a few stinging slaps. Tyra loved every second of it. Vinnie pulled her hair as he fucked her from behind. Fucking in public was something she didn't do that often so it seemed like something special that she should expose herself to anyone in the crowd who would happen to glance up. They would get an eyeful of her getting her brains fucked out. Or at least she hoped so.