Both vampires stopped their sexual acrobatics long enough to stare at her in amazement. From the intensity of their reaction, you’d have thought she just solved all the world’s problems with a simple party suggestion.
* * * *
Juan Carlos was not pleased. “What’s up with your compadre? Is he coming?”
Kramer assured, “He’ll be here soon, I’m sure. It’s probably traffic or something. No big deal.” Traffic at ten at night? I can’t even lie convincingly.
His shirt collar tightened uncomfortably as sweat dripped from his armpits. Columbians. What possessed him to get into bed with Columbians? Everyone knows they’re nuts. Doesn’t the U.S. government have some cartels on a terrorist watch list? They’d just as soon kill you as look at you.
“Maybe he’s not buying from us anymore eh? Maybe he got another connection? This is the purest shit on the west coast cabron! Where’s Demarco?” Juan Carlos slammed his hand down on the table causing the briefcase full of cocaine to wobble.
“Let me call him again. He’ll be here.” He scrolled through his recent calls to redial Demarco for the fifth time.
“You been callin’ him! He ain’t comin’! I know how dis shit go down. Nobody do business like this. He got another connection. I’ma find out who!”
He wiped his brow, speaking to Demarco’s voicemail. “We’re here waiting, its 10:30, you were due a half hour ago. Our friend is getting very upset. You need to be here. Call me back!” He feigned an angry authority he didn’t have. This is getting out of hand.
He eyed the kilos of cocaine sitting in the open briefcase. He knew it was good shit. The white compressed flakes glittered in the light. Some called it “fish scales”. Pure, uncut. Hadn’t even been broken into powder yet. His gums went instantly numb when he tasted it a half hour ago. The best quality product he’d ever seen.
“Okay, listen. Why don’t we go to Demarco’s house and see what’s going on. I’m sure it’s just a simple mistake. He should be there. We’ll get this straightened out right away.” I’m babbling like an idiot. What the hell am I gonna do if Demarco’s screwed us? Are they gonna kill me?
JC stared hard, stripping away all the bullshit with his eyes. “You should be afraid gringo. We don’t get this shit straight, we gonna have a big fuckin problem. Me entiendes puto?”
* * * *
Chapter 22
The limousine appeared to be as long as a commercial jetliner. Definitely the largest stretch limo Anastasia had ever been in, and of course, the wet bar was fully stocked.
“If heaven doesn’t have you guys and a limousine, I’d rather stay put right here.” Ana wiggled her ass seated atop Aaron and Michelle’s laps, a fresh tequila sunrise in hand, surrounded by plush black leather. Having the time of her life.
The vamps were pretty well toasted. They had just received their third blast of Demarco’s premade doses. They enjoyed her company as much she enjoyed theirs. The tour was sheer entertainment and hilarity.
“Stop here!” Ana yelled to the chauffer.
Pirates fought and canons blasted with pyrotechnics and special effects as they watched the Treasure Island show from the street. They all three stood in the open sunroof, squeezed together in awe.
Aaron pointed, “Over there! Look!”
He dragged them back up into the sunroof again as they drove past the dancing waters lighted fountain show in front of the Bellagio. They oohed and aahed like any other tourist. They cruised past the old strip, Freemont, necks craned to see the overhead light show, gawking in child-like wonder.
“What’s going on tonight, what’s to do?” Ana asked the chauffer.
He rattled off a list of live music shows, but Michelle vetoed this right away. “Too loud!” He suggested a couple strip clubs and a few of the more well-known cathouses, but this didn’t catch anyone’s interest.
The chauffer shook his head in consternation, “No trip to Vegas is complete without a strip club. How about the Cheetah? There’s a Jell-O wrestling competition.”
Michelle jumped out her seat, “Oui! This is good! Let’s go!”
Ana doubled over laughing. “She’s gonna tie some poor sucker in knots!”
Both vamps looked directly at her with a knowing smile. Aaron had picked the imagery from her head and shared it with Michelle. They are linked! I knew it!
They arrived at The Cheetah in style, front door service, as though they were celebrities stepping out onto the red carpet for a glamorous star-studded staggering entry. Everyone entered via the same red-carpet, but this little detail didn’t diminish the moment. They stopped and bowed low in reverence to a massive shiny Buddha shrine with burning incense just off the entry. She took a moment to reflect and genuflect on her fabulous fortune to be here with these two amazing creatures, sharing in their wonderful lives. She felt like she’d reached the pinnacle of her life.
She dropped down onto her knees before the bronze fat man. “Mister Buddha, I know you know how happy I am. I don’t need anything from you Mister Buddha. I just wanna say thanks. God, Buddha, whoever, whatever, thanks. I appreciate it.” It doesn’t get any better than this.
Aaron, picked her up off the floor giggling and hugged her tight as he hauled her into the strip club to follow Michelle. She steered Aaron towards the bar.
“You said you’d always be there, and I’m gonna hold you to it. I’m never letting you out of my sight.” She planned to keep him in her presence for every waking moment of her life. She clung to him non-stop, a permanent fixture on his arm.
“If you insist.” He smiled wide, a hint of fang showing. He was having trouble hiding his true nature. A little too toasted to maintain the façade.
Michelle made a beeline for the Jell-O event. She immediately located the arena, a circular stage about 50 feet across, filled with gallons upon gallons of shiny red Jell-O.
The sign read:
JELL-O WRESTLING!
TONIGHT ONLY!
$50.00 PER PERSON
12 P.M. TO 2 A.M.
TROPHIES TO THE WINNERS!
Ana and Aaron made their way to the event arena to find Michelle with her tickets already in hand, a gleaming smile of anticipation on her face.
““Look! Look! I have tickets. I fight them both! Merveilleux! You bet on me! I win. Ce’st Vrai! Two trophies for moi!”
She had signed up for both events, one against a female wrestler, and the other with a male wrestler. The poster next to the sign pictured the semi-pro wrestlers in black thong bathing suits flexing their hard-earned muscles in classic body builder poses. Ana squinted hard to read the fine print at the bottom of the sign. It said something about winners being determined by the length of time in the arena without getting pinned. Two trophies would be handed out, one for each event.
“This is gonna so much fun.” Aaron wrapped his arms around Ana, slurring as his glazed eyes looked deep into her soul. She wanted him. He licked at her neck as though he would bite her right there in front of everyone.
“Not here. Wait.”
“That’s not what you want.”
“I know silly, but you can’t always give me what I want.” She giggled into his chest.
The announcer called out the first contestant, an overweight middle-aged guy with a hairy chest, clad in nothing but Harley Davidson Boxer shorts.
“Oh look! She’s so buff! She’s gonna kick his ass!” Ana pointed.
Harley shorts faced off against “Luna Loca”, a buff little Hispanic female wrestler with a tramp stamp tattoo on her lower back and jet-black hair slicked into a tight pony tail. Clad in her black thong bathing suit with plenty of cleavage, muscles greased up to a shine, she was an instant crowd favorite. The crowd hooted and hollered in anticipation.
Aaron leaned down whispering to her and Michelle, “He thinks he’s gonna bang her after he pins her.” She crinkled up her nose, squinting to focus on Harley shorts.
She shook her head, “Un uh!”
Michelle agreed, “I
l est complétement débile!”
Aaron winked at her and translated, “She said he’s a moron.”
This was a really good idea.
“We should get you a tattoo like Luna’s, right here.” Aaron rubbed his hands down Ana’s belly to the tiny patch of hair just above her crotch.
“If that’s what you want. I’ll even put your name on it.” She held his hand trapped between her legs, right where she wanted it.
The bell rang, pulling her attention away from Aaron to the circling wrestlers. The DJ started off the event with a ripping guitar riff from the classic rock tune, “We are the Champions” by Queen.
Michelle’s eyes glittered with excitement. “That is my song! I will be the champion!” She jabbed her fist in the air along with the music.
The Jell-O was thick enough to restrict fast footwork. Harley shorts made a move to grab onto the oily-skinned Luna, lost his balance in the lunge and went down. Luna was on him in an instant, leaping on his belly, knocking the wind out of him. He scrambled and struggled, but she cinched down a clamp of her thighs on his chest. She snatched one of his flailing legs and cranked on it like a lever, using it to hold him down against the floor of the ring. She trapped him for the referee’s three-count. The match had lasted all of a minute.
Luna stood up with her hands raised in victory to the cheers of the crowd.
“I would have done better.” Michelle snarled, a competitive squint in her eyes.
“Watch what he’s gonna do.” Aaron spoke up against Ana’s ear, brushing his lips across her earlobe provocatively.
As soon as Aaron spoke, Harley shorts got his petty revenge. He snagged the back of Luna’s top and tore it loose with a ripping sound. He slipped and slid through the Jell-O as he ran off hooting at the top of his lungs. She handled it well, smiling at the crowd, her healthy breasts proudly on display. Harley shorts kept her top as a consolation prize, tying it around his forehead like a bandanna of victory.
Next up was a slight lean man who probably weighed less than Luna. He wore nothing but his grey brief underwear, so drunk he could barely walk. He downed the rest of his beer and entered the arena, slipping and sliding all the way to the center. Luna jumped up and down, gathering support from the crowd as her breasts bounced along with her enthusiasm.
A solid wall of spectators ringed the arena, standing room only.
“She will eat him alive.” Michelle growled, licking her lips as though she wanted to do the same.
“I’m not taking that bet, he won’t last more than a few seconds.” Ana shook her head.
The music shifted to the infamous “Stayin’ Alive” by the Beegees. The DJ obviously had a sense of humor. The String Bean slipped and skidded along, seemingly in time to the music. His struggles to maintain balance ended in vain. He lost his footing as Luna tackled him. They tumbled and slid through the Jell-O, a slippery struggle.
“He doesn’t want to win. He wants just wants to get it on with Luna.” Aaron flicked his tongue in Ana’s ear as he whispered. “Watch.”
String Bean did exactly as Aaron predicted. He ripped off Luna’s black thong bottoms, leaving her completely nude. His victory with her clothing cost him the match. Luna pinned him with her thighs, wrestling in the nude like Greeks of old. His face shoved in her crotch, she held him down for the three-count. She arose butt naked from the Jell-O to declare her victory, shouting along with the cheers of the crowd. String bean hadn’t lasted but a minute and a half. His enjoyment of the match showed in his Jell-O soaked briefs as he slipped and slid his way out of the arena.
“Marché de dupes!”
Aaron translated, “A fool’s bargain. He gave up the match to play with Luna naked.”
“Now is my turn!” Michelle squealed gleefully.
She didn’t waste a second when they called her name. She slipped right out of her skimpy blue cocktail dress and Prada heels, handing them off to Ana for safe-keeping. The crowd screamed and hollered at the top of their lungs, going wild as Michelle boldly marched into the arena butt-ass naked, a wild hungry look on her face.
Oh my god! She’s gonna eat this chick alive. Aaron smiled down at her. “Yes she is.”
He had begun to answer her thoughts without any consideration for the fact she hadn’t spoken.
Michelle glided through the Jell-O with inhuman grace and agility, her unwavering focus on the enemy. With perfect timing the DJ kicked on “Barracuda” by Heart, the heavy 70’s base riffs grinding as Michelle growled in challenge. Both wrestlers crouched down, circling with ferocious determination.
“Maybe she can take her, look how buff she is.” Ana pointed at Luna’s tightly coiled biceps.
Aaron shook his head and swatted Ana on the rump. “Oh ye of little faith.” He nipped at her ear like a dog chastising its mate. “She’s about to slam her right now. Watch.”
In queue with Aaron, seemingly synchronized with the screaming guitar riffs, Michelle dove at Luna, tackling her down to the Jell-O. Luna exhibited her agility as she attempted to take the top position, but Michelle locked her wicked strong legs around her in an intimate embrace. Growling and snarling, the girls twisted, tumbled and spun in the Jell-O. The only way to distinguish one naked body from the other was Luna’s golden tan and Michelle’s bright blond hair.
“Can you see it, she just bit her. It’s almost over now.” Aaron’s hand was permanently glued to Ana’s ass, right where she wanted it.
She glanced to the onlookers surrounding the arena. None realized Michelle had bitten into Luna’s neck. From there on the bout devolved into an erotic play of naked women rolling, twisting and sliding, even humping on each other. The crowd gasped and cheered, starting to recognize the girls were having some kind of violent sex in the Jell-O, right in front of everyone. It appeared Luna had stopped fighting in exchange for straight humping.
“Wish I’d signed up.” Aaron sighed with disappointment.
“No way! You’re not getting in there with Luna!” Ana jabbed him with an elbow.
“Watch this.” He pointed to the arena.
Michelle released her chomp on Luna’s neck and pulled a whip-fast hop-twist, landing atop Luna in the classic ‘69’ position. She leaned back, pulling Luna’s legs up, shoving herself down into Luna’s face. The poor woman was trapped and probably suffocating via Michelle’s thighs. She struggled valiantly, but each move caused Michelle’s grip to seat tighter, grinding her pelvis into Luna’s face. The referee mercifully gave Luna the three-count and indicated to Michelle to let her up.
Ana screeched, “Yeah Michelle! Right on!”
“I told ya so.” Aaron gloated, brushing his lips on her ear again.
Upon the referee’s declaration she’d won, Michelle hopped up, standing spread eagle over the conquered wrestler. Someone yelled loudly, “Get that girl a strap-on! Let’s get it on!”
Michelle gallantly reached down to help Luna to her feet as the crowd screamed and hooted their praise. Watching the two naked Jell-O slick women standing in the arena, the sexual tension in the room was so thick it stole Ana’s breath away. There isn’t a limp dick in the building.
When the DJ/announcer called out Michelle would be the first challenger to take on Carl Janke ‘The Crusher’, the crowd went apeshit, screaming, whistling and howling. “Give it to her! Put in her butt! Take them shorts off!”
Oh God this is so cool! Ana downed another tequila sunrise as The Crusher entered the ring. A solid erection tented his black trunks as he slid-shimmied out to the center of the ring, his eyes glued to his opponent. Michelle, the Jell-O soaked sex goddess, stood nude before the throngs of aroused onlookers, staring down her challenger ferociously.
Ana ordered another drink from the waitress.
“Take it easy girl, they’re not gonna run out of tequila.”
“Shut up and bite me.”
And so he did, a little playful nip, just enough to let her know he cared.
Licking her blood from his lips he asked, “Who y
ou think’s gonna win?”
“I don’t know, he’s so huge. And his muscles are big too.” She giggled as Aaron swatted her rump.
“She can take him, and his muscles. Wanna bet?”
“I’m not betting against Michelle.” She shook her head.
The bell rang and the wrestlers began to circle in a crouch, gliding through the red goo. The DJ further exhibited his sense of humor with a song by Ludacris, “My chick bad”, rapping about how his chick’s doing stuff that your chick wish she could.
Crusher leered at Michelle, eye fucking her with his lecherous gaze. Then he struck. For being such a large man, he moved pretty damn fast. He scooped her off her feet, Jell-O and blond hair flying everywhere. They tumbled into the goo, spinning, writhing, flipping, rolling and flopping every which way.
“Oh shit! Did you see that?” Ana gripped Aaron’s arm hard.
Michelle gave him hell. For every hard won advantage he gained, she reversed it, moving with inhuman lithe, grace and power. They came to a rest with Michelle on top, straddling Crusher, her legs wide open, pressed down hard against the bulge of his shorts. He flipped her over, using the Jell-O to his advantage to slide out from under her.
“He’s in for it now.” Aaron snickered.
Crusher ended up on top, missionary style. Michelle latched onto his shoulders and bit him hard.
“Watch, she’s got him right where she wants him.”
Teeth clamped down on his neck, with his weight laid into her for the pin, she reached down and freed his erection. Few could see what was really happening amidst the Jell-O obscured action, but Ana and Aaron knew exactly what Michelle was up to.
Aaron snapped his fingers. “That’s it right there.”
She flipped Crusher on his back, and mounted him, humping wildly as she remained latched tightly around his neck. She fucked him furiously, slamming him down into the Jell-O, as she rode him hard. The crowd had gone silent in awe. Little whispers floated here and there, a few people pointed. They seemed to know what was happening, but questioned if what they thought they saw was really the case. Was she fucking the shit out of him in front everyone? Was she biting him? Were they wrestling or fucking?
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