"No problem." I give her a wink.
"I’ll never forget it."
I grin, knowing she won’t. "You ladies enjoy the Thunder From Down Under show."
"You dancing tonight?" Her giggles return.
I chuckle and shake my head. "No."
"Too bad. I was going to return the favor." She curls her fingers in a claw and I laugh out loud. Then she makes a fist and shoves it at me. "Hashtag Hottest Uber Ever!"
I give her a knuckle bump. "You girls stay safe."
As I pull away, I hear her tell Stella. "Fucking awesome dare, Stell!"
CHAPTER FOUR
Been Jammin' is down the strip from the Excalibur. When I pull in, I drive under the canopy and wait my turn for valet parking. An older man takes my information, then takes my car. When I enter the building, I notice several things. One, like all the other casinos, there are a lot of people coming and going, but unlike the others, there isn’t a hotel associated with it. When you enter Been Jammin', you step immediately into the casino area and the sounds of the slot machines hit you. They have their own distinct music. Each time I hear it, I know I’m home.
I find the sign that says Gentleman’s Club and I head that way, taking my time and enjoy my stroll. Deeper into the casino, I hear "Wheel of Fortune" and the click, click, click of a simulated wheel turning, then someone squeals. They’ve hit the jackpot. Passing the gambling tables, I stop and take my time to study the limits and dealers. Walking around the whole area knowing if I’m going to play, I want to find the right fit. I need to find a dealer who is engaging the table. Most of the dealers are stiff and polite, but across the area, I can see a crowd around one so I head that way. When I get close enough, I stop and observe a red head in a tight, black corset with overflowing tits, plump buttocks and a full table of gamblers. She is laughing and as she deals the whole table cheers. People are stopping to watch. She’s the one. I’ll come back to her table.
Turning away, I locate again the sign that points to the Gentleman’s Club. I pass several stores selling merchandise. When I pass the Steakhouse Restaurant, the aroma smells good, and I decide to eat breakfast there.
I take my phone out and text Maria. *Better make our date lunch.*
*Okay. :(*
I smile at the phone and return it to my pocket. She’s the best. Just past the restaurant, there is construction going on, and the path narrows. Walking along it, I notice there aren’t any signs on the wall saying what is being built and I wonder if it is to accommodate the Fucking Fantasy expansion.
When the path opens up, I have arrived at the Gentleman’s Club. The atmosphere is set with a small patio style area outside the triple set of entrance doors. Cocktail tables with simple straight back chairs are placed inside the railing and waitresses clad in nothing more that pasties and G-strings comb the area serving drinks. It’s packed and the sound of conversations buzz over the piped music from inside. At the gate in the railing, there are two hostesses at the podium. I walk over and they greet me with pleasant smiles. "Good evening, Sir. How may we serve you?"
"Good evening, ladies. I’m looking for Beverly."
"She’s inside. Is she expecting you?"
"Later in the evening."
"I can text her someone is waiting to see her if you like?"
"Thank you."
"Sure." She takes her phone. "Who may say is here?"
"Aurelius Moore."
Her eyebrows flinch, telling me she wasn’t expecting Aurelius, then she begins texting. The other hostess asks me. "May we offer you a drink while you wait?"
"That would be nice. I’ll have Crown neat, please."
She also takes her phone and sends a text.
"Beverly will be right out."
I nod and step back to let another patron approach. While I wait, I examine the banners hanging from the rafters over the area. All of them are advertising a dancer named Surreal, but they appear to be of Brittney Spears, Jennifer Lopez, Katy Perry and other performers. In the center is the only one that has an unknown dancer. She has black and gold hair and her face is covered by a bejeweled Mardi Gras mask. The banner shows her gripping a stripper pole at her pussy and doing a full split on it. Her arms are pushing her big tits out of an open heart-shaped hole. Hmm. Her body is fucking hot! I thought Kip said Seary was the headliner, but this girl is definitely the star attraction.
When I turn back to the hostess podium to ask, I almost knock my drink out of the hands of a nice-looking woman dressed in a red sequined gown. My reflexes catch the drink and stabilize it in her hands. She is unfazed, smiling and introduces herself. "Mr. Moore, I’m Beverly. Welcome to Been Jammin'. How may I assist you?"
"I’m going to gamble at table #56. I would appreciate a call when my party arrives."
"Certainly. I will see to it personally. Have you enjoyed our tables before?"
"No. I can’t say that I have."
"Well, allow me to register you so you won’t have to cash out your chips."
"I appreciate that."
"This way." She turns and I follow as she steps around the patio area and enters a black side door with a key code that is next to invisible to the naked, untrained eye. We step into a plush hallway with doors leading off each side. A showgirl enters with an older gentleman in tow. She escorts him into one of the side doors and closes it. Beverly explains. "This area is reserved for our VIP members. I would be happy to schedule you a tour. My office is right here." She opens the door and waves me inside.
I enter to find a large office with a desk at one end, and a couch and two sitting chairs framing a coffee table at the other. There are autographed pictures of her with a who’s who of icons in the entertainment industry. The celebrities vary from Wayne Newton to Justin Bieber. I step up to the wall and begin scanning all the pictures. While she walks to her desk, takes the laptop off, and goes to sit on to the couch. "Let’s get you hooked up."
I smile at her words, then dig my money clip out of my pocket, unwrap the credit card and hand it to her with a smile.
She smiles back, closes her computer, stands and takes the card, then walks back to her desk while I sit down, and enjoy the drink she brought me. I ask her the questions I have while I watch her scan it, knowing it will answer all her questions.
"Who is Surreal?"
She glances up. "She’s our star performer."
"Who is Seary?"
"She’s our headliner."
She opens a drawer and takes a card out, and activates it.
"How much are your VIP rooms?"
"That’s between you and your choice from our talented dancers." She smiles and hands me both cards. "Present our card whenever you are here in the club. It will be all you need."
I stand and return them in my pants pocket. "Thanks." Bending back down to pick up my unfinished drink, I ask. "What’s the difference between being a star and being a headliner? Besides the money."
She laughs as she shows me out the way we came. "One is an entertainer, one is a dancer." I eye the door at the end of the hall, but it is quiet and I realize the rooms are completely sound proof. This must be where Seary gives her Fucking Fantasies.
When she shows me through the hidden side door, I ask. "May I access this door with my card? I’m a very private man."
She shakes her head. "I’m afraid not. All customers must use the nightclub to enter. I’m sure you understand." She pulls the door closed, making sure it is locked, then smiles at me and says. "It was a pleasure meeting you. I’ll send you notification when your party arrives." I nod and offer my hand to shake. She takes it and I give her my undivided and unwavering attention, letting my eyes absorb hers. Sometimes a woman needs only the slightest touch to be reminded that they are desirable. I run my thumb lightly over her skin. She inhales a deep breath. "Our staff will take good care of you. If you need my assistance, you need only ask."
"I appreciate your time tonight, Beverly. Thank you."
She tilts her head and nods. "It w
as my pleasure. Rebecca is working table #56. She’ll be expecting you." I give her the same tilting head nod, then walk away. She calls after me. "Good luck. I’ll see again at midnight." I raise my hand, acknowledging I heard her.
When I arrive at Rebecca’s table, there is still a crowd surrounding it and the same 5 people gambling. Two of them are laughing and three of them are not, but all of them have a nice stack of chips. Rebecca looks up and says to me. "Mr. Moore. It’s good to see you."
I grin. "Likewise, Rebecca."
She smiles and deals another round to the table. She asks as she waits for them to give her direction. "Will you be playing with me tonight?"
I chuckle. Was that an innuendo? "Perhaps I will get lucky."
She drops her eyes and grins as she makes her way down the five players with another card. The three who weren’t grinning upon my arrival take a hit and bust their hands before she ever shows her card. The first two stayed, and she flips her card to reveal blackjack. Everyone groans and she leans forward to collect their chips, giving everyone an ample view of her cleavage.
When she stands back up, I ask her. "How long are you working tonight?"
"Until dawn." She tells me while she deals another round.
The first two players take a hit and stay at 17. The next two are at 19. Everyone is smiling. The last one takes a hit and wins with 21. Rebecca turns her card over to reveal she has a Queen and a ten. They groan again. The player on the end looks at me and says. "You can have my spot, bro. Her luck is changing."
I sit down and hand her my new Been Jammin' card. She swipes it, then slides it back with a large stack of chips. I can feel the eyes of the others gamblers on us. I peel two off the top and push them back to her. She accepts the tip graciously, then turns her attention back to the entire table and says. "Place your bets."
I put four chips in the betting circle and watch her manicured hands deal the cards. I can tell by the way she handles the deck that she has been a dealer for years. I sit in silence, playing each round and paying attention to the cards as they pass through the deck. I’m not an accomplished card counter, but I’m not unskilled when it comes to blackjack either. As it turns out, I do win more chips than I lose. After an hour, the original gamblers have all left and before others take their place, I question her.
"How long have you worked here?" I push my chips to place my bet.
"Three years."
"Have you always been a dealer?"
"No. I started off as a dancer." She deals the hand.
"Why aren't you dancing now?"
She smiles. "Better hours and less work."
"Ah!" I fall silent and tap the table to take a hit. She flips a queen up and I bust. I lean back and stretch my arms as she takes my chips, enjoying the view. A cocktail waitress stops next to me and asks if I would like a drink. I order my usual, then ask Rebecca as I bet again.
"So who is Surreal?"
"She’s our star attraction."
"Is she any good?"
She smirks at me, raises an eyebrow and repeats her statement. "She’s our Star attraction!"
I laugh. "I saw her banner. She must be really good."
"She’s our ...."
I hold my hand up and stop her, laughing with her.
"Did you dance with her?"
"I did."
"What can you tell me about her?"
"Nothing."
I tip my head and say. "Now come on."
She laughs. "I’m not at liberty to discuss her."
I slide six chips her way and raise my eyebrows with a smirk on my face.
She takes the chips. "Thank you. That’s very generous of you."
"I just want to know how good she is."
She eyes me. "Are you a reporter, a blogger or ...." She stops short of saying it.
"A stalker?" I laugh at that. "Do I look like a stalker?"
She stays serious. "No, but a girl can’t be too careful. Why are you asking?"
"It’s business, not personal."
She studies me. "An agent?"
"An investor."
"Ah!" She says, knowing that’s the truth.
I stand up, pull my money clip out, and find a business card to give her.
She looks at it and says. "She’s the STAR attraction because she is unbelievably awesome at what she does."
I chuckle. "Is that the only answer I’m going to get out of you?"
She grins, then says. "I truly can’t tell you anything other than that because I don’t know anything other than that."
"But you danced with her."
"Yes. I did."
The cocktail waitress returns and I tip her, then ask her. "Who is Surreal?"
She answers the same way. "She’s our star attraction."
"Can tell me anything else about her?"
She says. "No. Top secret." Then walks away to deliver the other drinks on her tray.
I look back to Rebecca for clarification. "Her identity is top secret?"
She looks at me with a confused grin. "Yes. No one knows who she really is. They keep her isolated. They don’t even tell the other dancers when a performance is scheduled. We had to be ready at the drop of a hat. It was very stressful for me."
I listen intently, letting her continue.
"Not the dance routine, but not knowing if it was Surreal or the real deal. A screw up or misstep might mean your career, you know? Some of the celebrities are real bitches." She looks at me, wanting me to agree, but the confused frown on my face makes her laugh. "No. You obviously don’t know."
"I’m confused. What am I missing here?"
"When there is a 'Surreal' performance," she does quotes with her fingers, "no one knows if the dancer is Surreal or JLo, or Brittany, or Beyoncé."
"Oh! She’s an impersonator!" I laugh.
"Yes." She joins me. "You didn’t know that?"
"No. I missed that key fact." I start laughing and she joins me.
"She’s an excellent investment if that is what you are wanting to know."
A new player sits down and our conversation ends for several games, then I ask her. "So do you miss dancing?"
"Not really." The other player stands. "I enjoy dealing and the tips can be just as good." She smiles at him. He smiles back and slides her a chip. She thanks him, and he leaves. She deals another game to me.
"What can you tell me about Seary?" I ask for a hit by touching my cards.
She smirks as she flips one up for me. "She’s our headliner."
I smirk back and cover my cards. "Did you dance with her too?"
"Yes. I did and she’s the real reason you’re asking these questions."
I laugh. "Busted. Tell me about her." Leaning forward I rest my forearms on the table and study her. "Is she any good?"
She laughs. "She’s our headliner, of course, she is good." She takes two cards and loses.
When she pushes my winnings to me, I ask. "Can you talk about her?"
"Yes. I can talk all day about her."
"So talk." I tip her two chips, then push 4 more at her. She eyes them, and I lay my hand down on top of them, covering them. "Tell me everything you know about Seary."
She laughs out loud. "She’s great! The best dancer I’ve ever had the pleasure of sharing the stage with."
"What makes her so special?"
"Special? She’s not just special. She’s unforgettable." I laugh at that over the top analysis and she says. "I’m serious. She is more than a natural talent. She’s a phenom." I smirk and she gets defensive. "I’m telling you straight up. Her dance interpretation is so unique!" She looks away, remembering. "It’s really amazing the way she lets go, getting into the music and the moment. There is no counting, no thinking, just pure art." She looks back. "Seary is one of those dancers that comes along once in a lifetime." She looks back at me. "You’ll get to see her tonight. She’s scheduled to dance."
I nod. "I’m looking forward to it. Anything else you want to add?" I look down at
the chips under my hand.
She grins really big. "Yeah. She’s a real sweetheart too. The kind of girl that other girls love." Her fingers touch her ear and she looks down at the table, then smiles a bright smile. "Your party has arrived and is waiting for you with Beverly."
"Excellent." I push the chips to her and stand. "Thanks for the intel."
"No problem. Stop back by on your way out later."
"If you’re still here, I will." I wink at her.
"I want to hear you say. 'Rebecca. You were right. Seary is unforgettable.'"
I chuckle and give her a doubtful smile. "It takes a lot to impress me."
CHAPTER FIVE
Walking up to the entrance, I see Bianca and Kip with their arms around each other. They make a striking pair. He is all of 6’5" and 280 pounds of pumped up mass and she is all of 5’8" and 180 pounds of tough stuff. She likes to refer to herself as fluffy, but there isn’t anything fluffy about her. She is tattooed, with half a mohawk and piercings that shout alternative lifestyle, 'Don’t fuck with me, or I’ll fuck you up.' Since I hired her to manage my rental properties, uncollected rents and turnovers have dropped significantly. When she sees me, she squeals and runs to me. I brace myself for impact, and she jumps into my arms, giving me a big crushing hug and saying in her sweet, high-pitched, fluffy voice. "You handsome Motherfucker! I’ve missed you!"
I look over her head at Kip and he’s smiling from ear to ear. I ask her as she drops off and I spank her rear. "Sup, Tough Stuff?"
"You are looking so fly!" She says and hugs me up. "I so desperately need this date night with my men. Thank you, Baby."
We walk arm and arm back to Kip and I shake hands with him while Bianca puts herself between us, hooks her thumbs in our belt loops, letting everyone know that we are both with her tonight and off limits. The two hostesses I met before are gawking at us, but Beverly is cool and professional as she walks up.
"Your table is ready. I’ll escort you inside."
I motion for Bianca to go first, but she pushes me to follow Beverly, then I feel her hand slip in mine. I look to find her grinning at me wickedly while she pulls Kip after her. When we stop at the entrance door and wait our turn to go through, Beverly asks. "Did you enjoy Rebecca?"
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