"She’s as hot as her name implies."
I wait, but he doesn’t offer any more information. "That’s all you know?"
"Well. Yeah. She’s the Star. I don’t have the pocketbook to know more than that."
I nod and look out the window, then after a few moments, I ask. "How much does she cost?"
Kip hits the brakes and slows down to a stop at the red light before he answers. He turns in the seat and looks me in the eye. "You’re looking to score with her?"
"Maybe."
He grins, then takes off again. "I wish you luck, bro. I’ve never heard anyone talk about hitting that ho, but I know they do book her." He hits the blinker and pulls up to my house. "Are you sure you don’t want to ride with us?"
"I’m sure. I’ll meet you at the club."
"Ask for Beverly."
"Will do. Thanks for the tour. You’re doing a great job."
He grins, gives me a head nod and I walk around to the trunk to retrieve my bag. I hoist it out, then slam the trunk, double tap it and he pulls away.
Walking up to my 4,000 plus square foot, 4 bedroom, 4 bath luxury house in the Red Rock Country Club Community in Summerlin, I wonder again why I bought such a big house when there is only me to live in it and part-time at that. I lay my thumb on the keypad at the security gate, then again at the front door and enter the quiet house. Dropping the bag on the marble floor, my footsteps sound as I walk straight out to the backyard to enjoy the magnificent view of the Red Rock sunset. Standing there watching the ball of fire dropping in the sky, I remember why I bought this big house. It has the most spectacular, breathtaking view of the setting sun and I’m grateful again for my good fortune.
The motion sensor exterior security lights illuminate the green carpet of grass as I turn to go back to the house. The pool water has turned green and provides a soft glow on the patio area. I strip, toss my clothes on a bench, take a deep breath, and dive in. Swimming underwater to the opposite side, I enjoy the peaceful silence and the warmth is soothing. Surfacing, I fill my lungs full, toss my head to the side out of habit from my long hair days as a kid, and blow the water running down my face off my lips. Knowing I have plenty of time, I dive back under the water, but surface to swim on top, letting my hands cut it like a knife as they enter, pulling my muscular frame, gliding effortlessly along, kicking only to keep my balance. At the end, I do a flip and push off to continue swimming nonstop. I end up swimming thirty complete laps, which is almost a half mile and I feel great. Putting my hands on the pool’s edge, I push up out of the water, throw my foot up and stand in the cold air. Goosebumps pop out and I shake like a dog to expel the water, then grab my clothes off the bench and hurry back into the warmth of the house. Racing nothing but my cold nakedness, I run to the foyer to get my bag, tuck it under my arm like a football player, and sprint to the laundry room. The automatic motion sensors turn the lights on in each room as I go and turn them off as I leave. I drop my bag in front of the washing machine and find a towel folded neatly on top along with a pair of gym shorts and a note from Maria, my house sitter.
"Aurelius, I know you didn’t grab a towel from the pool house after your swim. It’s too cold to be running around soaking wet and put these shorts on. It’s also too cold to be running around naked." I smirk. She knows me too well. "Leftovers are in the refrigerator as requested. Let’s do breakfast tomorrow and catch up. Text me when you wake and I’ll come up to start cooking. Oh! And do NOT start laundry. I’ll do it tomorrow. I mean it! Don’t!" I laugh at that and kick the bag to the wall out of the way, dry off with the towel, drape it over my shoulders, don the gym shorts and head to the weight room.
As soon as I enter, I raise my arms in the air and announce to the emptiness. "Pumping iron is good for the raging beast that lives within us." I work my way around the machines and finish in about 4o minutes. When I walk out, my muscles feel swollen and I feel like I can handle anything that comes my way.
Heading into the kitchen, I open the fridge and stick my face inside. Umm. Homemade enchiladas! I mix an after-workout protein shake and take it with me up the stairs to shower. Stepping under the water, I lather and think about my goal for tonight. I simply want to see her dance. If I like what I see, I’ll book her and find out firsthand what her deal is.
I hear Kip’s voice again. She’s as hot as her name implies. You’re looking to score with her? If she comes up with a Fucking Fantasy that impresses me, I might let her work some magic on me. I haven’t fucked anyone outside my studio in Rome for years. Hell, if she comes up with one I haven’t thought of, I might invest myself.
But then I hear Kip again as he so poetically put it. I’ve never heard anyone talk about hitting that ho. Why is that? Kip has eyes and ears all over Vegas. Someone should’ve talked about popping that pussy. The thought that Bart could be scamming his Frat buddy makes me determined to check her out. Darren’s a good guy.
Turning the water off, I step out and decide to skip shaving. I’m on leave. No need to be smooth shaven, but I splash Old Spice after shave on anyway, squirt some mousse in my hair and run my fingers through it to stand my thick blonde hair up. Then I go into the dressing room to choose my clothes for the evening. Pressing the button, the closet doors slide inside the wall until my entire wardrobe is on display. I walk in and pick a dark purple J Crew shirt and dark jeans. I’ll blend in with the shadows and have a better opportunity to watch this dancer work. Walking back out, I push the button again, and the doors slide closed. Then I push the button below it, and the cabinet doors of the opposite wall slide back and my shoes rise in a stair step display case. I grab the black Converse tennis shoes, hit the button on my way out to close the cabinet and go into the bedroom to actually get dressed. Stepping into my jeans, I am thankful for Albert, my tailor, who customizes my jeans. The soft, distressed, fabric sits snug on my thighs and hugs my ass, but there is plenty of room in the crotch for my balls to dangle. Putting my arms in the shirt sleeves, I realize my biceps are tight in the fabric and when I pull the shirt closed to button it, I feel it hug tight across my back. Hmm. Note to self. Call Albert. I need to be measured again. I’ve gained more muscle mass. I leave the first four buttons undone to accommodate my new size.
Opening the safe, I take enough cash to have a good time at the gaming tables if Seary is a dud and an open limit credit card in case I lose my ass gambling early on. I have no intentions of coming back to a lonely house before the sun rises. I fold the money around the credit card and slide the wad into a money clip, then put it in my front pocket. Slipping into my shoes, I glance at my reflection in the mirror as I stand and I hear "Mister Very Big Man with the very big ass" making me chuckle. True dat.
Trotting down the stairs, I head to the kitchen to heat Maria’s famous enchiladas. While I eat, I catch up on the news, then wash my dishes. Walking across the house to the garage, my mood is light and carefree. I think I’ll drive the Corvette. Sliding behind the wheel, I check the settings and the mirrors, then back out, and drive down to the security gate. Waiting for it to open, I tune the cars sound system to my playlist and turn it up. The speakers are booming with the bass. Once I’m out on the open road, I push its limits. The car screams down the interstate. I love flying. An hour later, I’m heading back to Vegas and decide to visit Fremont Street.
It’s alive with lights, music, sounds and people milling around. Stopping at a red light, I see an Elvis street performer having his picture taken with a tourist, some young girls with only body paint and g-strings on, and two nuns wearing habits that have their enormous, naked tits hanging out. I circle around and at the next red light, I’m enjoying a Michael Jackson impersonator, who is really good, when I hear a TAP, TAP, TAP. I look out the passenger window and see a young girl smiling at me with her tits about to fall out of her dress. I roll the window down and she asks me. "Are you our Uber?"
Really? I’m in a Corvette. It’s a two seater! I laugh out loud and tell her. "No." But she has stood up and is talkin
g to her friend and doesn’t hear me. Her hand is resting on the door in the open window. I lean over so she can hear me. She is giggling with her friend and I realize they are very drunk. I also realize Vegas is not without predators and she is putting them in danger standing on the corner of Fremont Street asking strangers for lifts. I make a command decision, reach over and pop the door open. Without hesitation, the giggling girl pulls it open and plops down in the passenger seat. The interior lights come on and I see 6-inch-high stiletto heels enter the car first, then big thighs, followed by a miniskirt stretch taut like a tent. Her sweater top has a scoop neck and she has it pulled down too low. She doesn’t look at me, but rather prepares to receive her skinny friend. The tiny girl plops down in her lap, tucks her knees up under her chin, then turns back and attempts to close the door.
Their giggles fill the small space.
The traffic light turns green.
The car behind us honks.
The door doesn’t shut.
I lean back over and stick my arm between them. "Here. Let me get that for you." When my hand moves theirs aside and grasps the door handle, both of them stop moving and quit giggling. They watch as I pull the door firmly shut then turn to look at me. I smile and ask. "Where to ladies?"
The curvy one’s jaw literally falls open and the skinny one’s eyes nearly bug out of her thin face, the light dims and they burst into mad giggling again. I check the mirrors and the pedestrians before I pull out, while they whisper.
"Holy fucking hell! What a hottie!"
"His eyes. Did you see his eyes?"
Tapping the gas, I ease away and ask again. "Where to ladies?" I glance over to see they are both staring at me and it makes me laugh.
Then the curvy girl answers. "Excalibur."
"Cool." I introduce myself, offering my hand. "Hi. I’m Aurei Moore."
The skinny girl takes it. "Hi. I’m Stella." She turns a pretty shade of pink and I can tell right away that Stella in not as drunk as I first thought, but very shy.
"Hi. I’m Nina." The girl on bottom introduces herself and pokes Stella, who lets my hand drop.
I return it to the steering wheel and give them a wink. "Are you ladies, here for a wedding or celebrating graduation?"
Stella pushes her glasses up her nose. "Graduation."
Graduation? I cut my eyes at them again. Are they 22? They look a lot younger. Surely they are college graduates and not high school. "Where did you go to college?"
"USC." Nina offers without missing a beat. Damn. They must be 22. I look over again, sizing them up and feel ... old. Must be my tours of duty.
"First time to Vegas?"
"Yeah!"
"First day?"
"Yeah!" They giggle again.
"What are you girls going to see at the Excalibur? The Tournament of Kings?"
They laugh and high-five each other. "No. The Thunder From Down Under."
"Of course," I smirk. Where else would two young girls needing to blow off steam on their first night in Vegas want to go?
Stella leans down to hear what Nina whispers and she answers. "Right? That would be fucking fly!"
I can feel their eyes staring at me. Gawking actually. I reach over to adjust the temperature. "Is it warm enough for you?"
Stella says. "Oh yes. I’m really warm."
"I’m getting down right hot in here," Nina says, then bursts into a new round of drunken giggles and Stella can’t help but join her. It’s infectious and I chuckle too.
As soon as it gets quiet, they resume their gawking again and it’s awkward. I keep my eyes on the road and try to keep the conversation from going any further south. "What did you major in?"
Nina answers. "I majored in education."
"A teacher, then."
"I bet I could teach you a thing or too." She says under her breath.
I ask Stella. "And you? Are you a teacher too?"
Nina snorts and I look at them. "No, she majored in...."
Stella cuts her eyes at Nina, shooting darts, and fills in the answer. "Security. I majored in security."
I can’t hide my surprise with that answer. This girl weighs all of 100 pounds. "Security? Really? You don’t look like a badass."
A smirk plays on her lips. She is trying hard not to join her giggling friend. "It’s I.T. security."
"Are you a hacker?" I look back at the road.
Nina snorts again. "Sort of. It’s in social engineering." I cut my eyes at them. Now they have my attention.
"Social engineering? What’s that?" I play dumb.
Stella looks out the window and answers with a straight face. "I find and prevent perps from screwing corporate accounts up." She doesn’t take her eye off the sights outside.
"Hmm. I’ve heard they can infiltrate and hold servers hostage. Is that true?"
She looks surprised at me. "Yes. Absolutely and some of the really bad dudes have even demanded ransoms!"
"How do you find these bad guys?"
Nina burst out laughing again and we both look at her. "She performs penetration tests. HAHAHAHA!"
I can’t help but laugh with her and Stella smiles when I ask. "Really? What kind of penetration tests?"
She clears her throat and tries valiantly to be professional. "I’m a white hat."
Nina can’t help herself. She leans on the door and cackles, making me chuckle with her again.
Stella manages to remain serious. "Do you know what that is?"
"I do." I smile and wink.
Nina comes up for air and blurts. "My best friend is a virtual corporate condom." Then she snorts again and gives in to the giggles.
Stella laughs with us and tells me. "Wait for it. She’s not finished."
"She’s going to be going down on all the big dickheads too. HAHAHAHA! That’s sooooo fuuuuucking fuuuuuunny!"
We enjoy a good laugh as I maneuver to the curb outside Excalibur. "We have arrived, Ladies." Nina starts wiping her eyes and getting her giggles under control.
"The men from the Outback await you. I hope you enjoyed your ride." I lean over and pop the door open for them. Stella twists in the tight space, holds her phone up and asks. "Mind if we snapchat?"
I grin. "I don’t mind."
They do their thing, I give them a thumbs-up and a nice smile, then Stella gets out. Nina twists, puts her feet on the sidewalk and tries to rise. "Oh fuck! I’m stuck." She bursts out laughing again. "Stell, give me a hand."
She does and Nina grasps it and does her best to lift her ass up while Stella leans back, pulling as hard as she can, but it’s not enough. Nina is stuck. She lets go of Stella’s hand and plops back on the seat, while Stella stumbles backward, trying not to fall. Nina has another fit of giggles and I know she won’t be able to get out as long as she’s laughing, so I lean over, put my mouth right next to her ear, and drop my voice to a very deep tone, giving her a taste of seduction. "Baby Girl. You’re gonna need some big strong hands to help." Her laughter dies immediately. She freezes, listening. My voice stays low. "The problem with 6" heels in a sports car that’s only 15" off the road is the center of gravity shifts." She turns her head and looks me in the eye. I can smell the liquor on her breath. "I can help you if you want."
"What do you suggest?" Her voice is breathless.
"You can take your shoes off and climb out on your own, or I can give you a push."
"What kind of push?" She smirks, flirting.
"The kind that you will remember for the rest of your life."
She grins and says. "I’m down for that."
I grin back. "Good Girl. Lean up as far as you can."
She does as instructed. I place my hands on her waist, rubbing her with my thumbs to relax her. I then slide my fingertips down her curves, forcing them between her miniskirt and the leather of the car seat. Cupping her ass and squeezing her as I go, I inch my fingers down towards her pussy. When they leave the miniskirt behind and touch her bare skin, she says in a voice that shows she is thrilled she chose
this method. "Oh my!"
"You’re so hot!" I whisper in her ear as they inch further under her into heaving position. When her ass is sitting on my hands and part of my forearms, I ask. "Ready, Baby?"
"Yes." Her voice is full of anticipation.
"Ok. Here’s what I want you to do for me." I whisper in her ear. I see Stella’s shoes come into view, but Nina waves her away. "On the count of three, I’m going to thrust my hands up and I want you to enjoy it, arching your back, and pushing those beautiful tits of yours up to the stars."
"Oh, my!" She says again.
"Can you do that?"
"Yes." She takes a deep breath. "I can do that."
"Ok. Here we go." I lay my lips on her ear and breathe into it, then I whisper. "One.
Two." I blow in it while I grip her ass firmly, curling my fingertips into her skin.
"Oh. Fuck!" She says, with a voice that tells me my fingers are pulling her pussy open.
"Three," I tell her with a commanding voice, while I heave her ass up. She arches her back, pushes her tits to the stars and her ass lifts out of the seat, as I push her from the car. For a moment, she rocks on her heels, then staggers forward a little until she gains control of the momentum, then she burst into a fit of giggles again and jumps up and down, asking Stella. "Did you get that? Did you get it? Please! For fucks sake! Tell me you got it."
Stella holds up the phone and says. "I did! I did! Calm down. You’re gonna break your heels." Nina snatches the phone from her friend and begins to watch the replay, while Stella sticks her head in the car. Pushing her glasses up, she tells me. "We appreciate the ride."
"You betcha." I reach for a business card. "You do realize I’m not an Uber right?"
She grins. "Yeah. It was a dare."
"Ah!" I laugh and hand my card to her.
She takes it, reads it, then smiles. "Maximus Enterprises, huh?"
I nod. "When you get home, look me up. I could use your skills."
Her smile is radiant. "I will. Thanks." Then she closes the door. I check the traffic, then I hear TAP, TAP, TAP. I put the window down.
Nina sticks her head inside, grinning from ear to ear. "Thanks for the lift."
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