by Rosa Foxxe
Besides that Iowa just isn't doing that well economically. They won't legalize weed because the governor is so against it, so instead of having an easy way to suck a bunch of money out of the surrounding states they just keep barely eking out a living with corn and soybeans.”
“What do you mean, that they would suck money out of the surrounding states?”
“Just look at the marijuana tourism trade going on in the great state of Colorado to the east! They make a plant legal and millions come to them! But this kind of thing will only happen to states that make the plant like booze, and do so before the other states in this nation's union get the chance.”
Vinnie looked over at Tyra at the same time he jerked the car's wheel so that their car barely slid around the van in front of them as they passed, doing about thirty over the speed limit. The car's engine roared, then hummed as they slowed down to cruising speed.
“How do you know so much about this when you aren't even from here and you have a casino to run?” Tyra asked him incredulously.
Vinnie just laughed.
“It's all money! And money makes the world go round. Or so some people believe. I tend to think that it's a combination of things. But the way this nation has so many things going on at the same time, things that contradict each other completely, kind of interests me just for the sake of taking it all in. There is much to be learned from this place. My nation of Italy, even with all its history, could do to take some lessons from this place.”
The rest of the ride they didn't talk, although Tyra couldn't help but throw some sidelong glances at Vinnie. He looked so good in his tight black dress shirt. There was something about how he always dressed in black that reminded Tyra a lot of Johnny Cash. And even though it was the desert, Vinnie had yet to wear anything even close to resembling short sleeves and flip flops. The car they were in this time was powerful, that much was sure, and the dark gloss of the paint job matched Vinnie's black aviators well. The whole thing was an outfit—the car, the clothes, the shades. Was she part of the outfit, or was she an actual person to Vinnie? That was something that she asked herself as they ducked and dodged through traffic, moving through the cars rolling along the interstate like they were racing someone. Flashes of light kept going off behind them as Vinnie gunned it up on a ramp and into the lane of traffic that would eventually bring them to his casino.
“What are all of those flashes?” Tyra asked. “They keep going off behind us. They don't seem to be set on any regular interval, though.”
“Those are the speed cameras,” Vinnie said. “One of this city’s biggest taxes on the rich who like to drive fast. Everyone here just takes it on the chin, like good like boys and girls. No one fights it, no one even steps in court to contest it.”
“You do?”
Vinnie laughed.
“No, I don't have time for that. But every few days I put a fresh coat of hairspray on my license plate so that it's nice and shiny. That way when the flash hits it all it picks up is a glare.”
“Is that legal?”
“I think it's actually very against the law,” Vinnie said. “But how would they prove that it was me putting it on there and not just something that I splashed off the road onto my plates? They'd have to drag me into court, and then they'd have to get me to confess to the whole thing while on the stand. If they were really serious they could charge me with perjury while the trial was still going on. But then I could sue them back for being shitheads. I'm not sure what the legal term here is, but you know what I'm talking about. The thing you do back to people who take you to court knowing they can't win. They do it just to waste time.”
Tyra nodded. She'd heard of much of this before now.
“Anyway, here we are!”
The casino was already lit up for the night, but this time instead of just a soft white light there were all kinds of colors splashed across the grand building. Once again they used the secret entrance and everyone that saw gawked as the owner of the casino entered the building through its side to have the wall close up behind him.
*
That night in Vinnie's master bedroom there were candles burning and food on display. Tyra felt like the most special girl in the whole world, knowing that all of it had been done for her. The hotel part of the casino was quiet and she felt like they were the only two on the whole floor. When she mentioned it to Vinnie she got an answer she wasn't expecting.
“That's because we are all alone! I made everyone else go somewhere else for the night,” he said.
“What?! Where did they all go?”
“I gave vouchers to other floors for those that couldn't figure it out, but most people didn't even mind. It's not hard to be out all night in this town. I think most people are going to end up gambling all night like they usually do. You have to keep in mind that this is a hotel, not an apartment complex, so most people aren't really settled in. Most people just live out of a suitcase while they are here.”
Vinnie popped the cork out of a champagne bottle with a flick of his wrist and watched it bounce off the ceiling before landing in one of the vases filled with flowers. The whole room was filled with flowers. Tyra couldn't believe that Vinnie had gone to all the trouble on the first night. It seemed like something that would be climactic, and since this was night one, she wondered what the rest of the nights would be like. Maybe Vinnie had some very amazing tricks up his sleeve that he'd pull out in the future to dazzle her even more.
“What are we doing the rest of the week, baby?” Tyra asked as Vinnie handed her a glass of champagne.
“We're going out to the desert for a little bit!” Vinnie said. “You know how it is with workers, you always have to be keep after them.” He threw his head back and laughed. “Not really. It isn't their fault and I shouldn't jest as such in case one of them were to hear. I just need to be out there for a day or two in order to make sure that a project of mine goes just as it should. You'll come with and we'll make it a couple of days hiking and camping vacation in the desert out of it! It won't even be like real camping, though. I'm pretty sure there is a mobile home already waiting for us that has air conditioning and very limited supply of running water.”
“That sounds fun!” Tyra said as she took some food from a platter and put it on her plate.
They both ate without speaking while music played softly in the background. Tyra had never heard it before, some kind of classical music, and thought to ask Vinnie about it but didn't want to interrupt the meal or sound uncultured about it. She was trying to take special pains not to annoy Vinnie by asking him to explain every little thing to her, even though there were so many things she was dying to know.
Like where had all the flowers come from when they were in the middle of the desert? Who had prepared the food? Was the chef good? And so many other questions that she knew Vinnie would find mundane because this really wasn't a vacation to him, this was just his life, the only one he had. And he was living it the only way he knew how.
Tyra realized that she was glad Vinnie had decided that, for at least the week, she got to be a part of his life. She wasn't sure yet if she wanted it to go any further than that, even though in the past few days it was all her mind seemed to want to drift to, and she figured that Vinnie didn't know either.
Not really. So when he put his arms around her she nuzzled back into him. He felt so good against her. His body was a lot of muscle, even though it didn't bulge or look bulky on his somewhat slim figure.
Tyra perked her ass up and wiggled back into Vinnie's crotch as he ran his hands all over her body from behind. It was such a good feeling to feel wanted. She loved the way that Vinnie always seemed to need her right then, with an urgency. It wasn't like with other guys where they were slow or timid. Vinnie was like a man in the desert dying of thirst and she was the oasis. He wanted her so badly, and not just to have her but to experience her in her entirety. The way his hands became frantic as they went from sliding up and down her curvaceous black body to grop
ing her large tits, turned her on so much. There wasn't anything like the beginning throes of passion with a man who knew what he was doing, and wanted more than anything to do it.
“Oh my God, Tyra, I want you so much. You look so fucking good, baby, I can't help that I want you this much. You aren't upset with me? You don't want me to be like other guys and pretend that I'm scared to touch you, do you? I know you don't, baby. I know you aren't like other girls who like to pretend that they don't want it,” Vinnie said.
He started to pull off her clothes, starting with her shirt. Tyra worked as quickly as she could to get her shirt off, trying to be careful not to rip the buttons off.
“I like how you want me so bad. I don't want you to be timid like a little boy. I want you to be a man and I want you to want me like a man. I want you to act like I'm the only woman in the entire world and you haven't been with another besides me. I want you to make love to me like we're going to die tomorrow. That's what I want,” Tyra said.
Vinnie tried working her skirt off, but couldn't manage to undo one of the clasps in the front so Tyra had to help him. She always had to help guys undress her. Since she was curvy there were a lot of clasps and buttons that had to be undone. It wasn't realistic to expect someone who had never worn her clothes before to navigate the maze on their own. When they finally got her naked, Vinnie stripped down faster than anyone she’d ever seen strip in her life. It was like the clothes had just fallen off all on their own, or like they were the breakaway clothes that some people wore to the gym.
“You like my dick, baby? Do you think I've got a good dick? It's big, but not too big, right?” Vinnie asked.
“I love you're fucking dick, baby. It's so big and I love the way it throbs inside of me. You're dick curves just right so it hits all the right spots. I wouldn't have your dick any other way, baby. Now come over here so I can suck on it!”
As soon as Vinnie got close, Tyra was on her knees ready to suck his dick. She took it in her hands gently and worked her hand up and down it carefully. She loved how it felt when all of the veins stuck out on it. It was so hard and she could feel his heart beat when she held onto it. She also liked that Vinnie never talked about his dick until it was out and hard. Unlike so many guys who talked about dicks that weren't what they should have been when they pulled them out, dicks that didn't live up to the hype that they preached.
Vinnie's cock was bigger than he let on. Even when it was out and throbbing in the air in front of him he never exaggerated it. Instead he minimized a little bit, acted like it was as giant as it appeared. But it was just as big as it looked, if not a little bit bigger. It was hard to tell without measuring it, and Tyra didn't care exactly how big it was as long as it made her feel good.
And it made her feel good to cram as much of it as she could in her mouth. She wasn't very good at deep throating, never had been. But she really liked to suck dick. She loved it, in fact. But she especially loved it when the cock had a lot of girth, and Vinnie’s dick was very, very thick.
“Baby, get up and bend over the coach. Yeah, just like that baby. Bend on the coach like that and perk your ass up in the air. Just like that baby. You look so fucking good right now. Jesus fucking Christ do you ever look so fucking good.”
“Take me, Vinnie. I'm bent over for you now and I want you to pound my pussy with your giant cock. Please fuck me, baby. I can't wait anymore. I've waited long enough. I need you to fuck me now, right now!”
Vinnie slipped his big cock into her from behind. She loved how it felt when he first entered her. Her pussy always strained to accommodate his big tool. Vinnie reached around and squeezed her big, luscious tits hard as he really started to give it to her.
“How is it,” Vinnie said, slowing his tempo for a moment. “Is it good? Do you love it?”
“Oh my God, it feels so good, Vinnie!” Tyra said. “I can't believe how fucking good it feels. When I was back in Iowa all I could think about was your dick and how much I wanted you to fuck me just like this. I used to lay in bed and play with my clit and think about how fun it would be to play with you again. All those days and nights you didn't contact me, I was so afraid I wasn't going to get fucked good again.”
She could tell that Vinnie loved hearing her talk dirty to him. Most guys did. She could also tell that Vinnie had been waiting to give it to her. She loved it when guys acted like they'd been saving it up, and Vinnie had probably been saving it up by how hard his cock felt inside of her. It felt like granite in her pussy and it felt so great.
“Fuck me harder baby,” Tyra said. “I love you, fuck me. I love it when you give it to me hard and fast like that. Just like that. Faster, faster! Oh, you're getting there, you're getting there! I'm so close! Please, keep going! Don't stop! Please don't stop! Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me, fuck me! I'm going to come! I'M GOING TO COME!”
Just then waves of pleasure rocked Tyra's body. She couldn't believe how good she felt all over. Her whole body started to curl up around the couch as Vinnie fucked her from behind, giving her as much as he could of his thrusts.
“I'm going to come!” Vinnie said breathlessly.
Tyra could feel him start to get even harder inside of her. His cock felt like it was almost bouncing up and down it was coming so hard. It felt so fucking good and she just couldn't get enough of it. She tried to form words to tell him this but nothing came out. All she could manage was a few strangled moans and groans as her whole body seemed to lock up in the middle of orgasm. It felt so good, so fucking good. Tyra never wanted it to end, ever.
When it was over they both lay on the floor cradling each other. The only thing that Tyra could think to compare it to was an out of body experience, or some kind of hard drug. She didn't want to sound like a nerd when she talked about the sex she'd just had with the person she'd just had it with so she just kept her mouth shut.
“Oh my God,” Vinnie said. “That was the best sex I've ever had. I think in my entire life. It was really that good, too, I'm not just saying that.”
“It was pretty amazing,” Tyra said.
After ten minutes or so they both dragged themselves into bed and fell into a deep sleep.
*
The next morning Vinnie got her up early and told her they were headed out to the desert. At first Tyra didn't know what to think, especially since it had been a really long time since she'd been in any kind of desert, much less one of the harsher ones on the planet. Without wasting time, they got in Vinnie's convertible and got on the road.
“What do you think we'll see out there,” she asked him. “Animals, I mean. Do you think we'll see any animal at all or do you think it'll just be a barren wasteland of nothing?”
The sun was high in the sky and the clouds looked like ribbons high above them. It was a beautiful day, a truly beautiful day, the kind that people were lucky to see even once in their lives much less a few times, or even scarcer with a hot casino owner who had just given them the best dick ever the night before.
“I'm not sure what we'll see out there,” he said. “But I know what I don't want to see. There is this one kind of turtle, or maybe it's a fucking tortoise, I'm not sure. This isn't exactly my area of knowledge, you know what I mean? So anyway, this rare and very endangered desert turtle or tortoise or what have you, it can't piss or it fucking dies. I shit you not, it dies.”
“Like, dead?”
“Couldn't be deader. If this thing pisses it drops dead from dehydration. And it pisses when it gets really scared. Now, most things don't scare it. After all it pretty much lives in a panic room, so anytime some wild desert creature decides to fuck with it the turtle thing just pulls its head in and that's it.”
“For real?”
“Yeah,” Vinnie said. “Pretty crazy, I know. You never think of the little guys actually getting fucked with unless you see it on Animal Planet. And even then they just show some bored-as-fuck coyote nipping at the shell. That's not so accurate, the coyotes are smart and will drop them from high pl
aces.”
“Holy shit!”
Vinnie laughed. The wind whipped by them. Tyra smiled. She could tell that Vinnie was having a great time tearing down the road at breakneck speed telling her about, of all things, an endangered form of turtle.
“Holy shit is right!” Vinnie said. “These fucking desert animals, they might be small, but they are no joke! Anyway, so these turtles that piss themselves and die only do it when humans come around. They are scared shitless of humans, of engines, of gunfire, fireworks, anything like that. They're even scared of little brats that run around the desert and take precious little pictures for their parents' Instagram accounts. The turtles are just a fucking no no. There is no good way to approach them. At all. And if they piss they die. And if they die you are in fucking deep shit.”
“How deep of shit?”
“The mother fucking government will seriously, and I shit you not, halt any and all operations that you think you're going to be doing. And they can also charge you something like 20k—for starters.”