Vegas Secrets

by Jenna Kelly

  "The bathroom alone is bigger than our rooms at the Rio," Natalie grinned. "You still don't think I should have left David?"

  Marissa's excited face became serious for a second. "I didn't say you shouldn't, Natalie. I just want there to be no regrets."

  Her sister's grin disappeared. "I've no regrets, Marissa. How can I, this is what I've been waiting for all my life. Did you see the way the audience reacted last night? It was sensational."

  Marissa followed her sister back out into the main room, her big eyes taking in the seating area with its couch and ottoman. "Of course I saw," she smiled again. "I was there. Remember?"

  Natalie wasn't listening; the champagne on the table had caught her eye. "Look, Marissa," she gushed, hurrying across to pick up the card next to the cooler. "Samson sent champagne!"

  ***

  The soft kiss Jessica pulled David into as soon as they entered the elevator was wet and passionate. "You looked so cute when I saw you downstairs," she grunted into his mouth, her white teeth pulling down his lower lip. "I nearly had to fuck you at the table."

  "Jessica," he began, feeling his heart race. "I'm not so sure—"

  Her mouth stopped him and this time, the kiss was longer. Tugging down the zipper of her low-rise jeans, she popped open the waistline and guided his hand inside. He couldn't resist, she knew that—what man could?

  "Fuck, David," she gasped, her hips jerking as his fingers found their way inside her skimpy panties and traced along her wet labia. "That feels good."

  Only the ping of the elevator stopped an immediate orgasm. She dragged him out. "Which way." He nodded to his left, caught up in the same arousal coating Jessica. Her hand grabbed his as she rushed him along the corridor, her clit aching with every step. "For fuck's sake, David" she complained as he fumbled with the key card. Once he clumsily had the door open, she dragged him inside.

  "Jessica—" he began again.

  The finger covering his lips shushed him, and then it was her mouth. Dragging her tee shirt over her head, she knocked her baseball cap towards the ground and playfully kicked it before it hit the floor. The breasts he'd stared at so often at yesterday's table bounced as she shook her wavy hair.

  "You're innocence is so fucking sexy," she growled, leaning back against the door. Reaching down, her urgent hands stripped her loosened jeans and panties from her legs. "Well?" she asked, raising her hands above her head and resting her palms on the wooden frame behind her. Her breasts thrust out towards him, the high nipples aching for his touch. It'd been a long time since she wanted someone with such intensity.

  David's aroused gaze swept across her naked body. Any doubts he had disappeared. If Natalie didn't want him, this woman did. He undressed urgently, yanking each item from his body and dropping them where he stood. His hardness almost hurt.

  Jessica provocatively eased her thighs apart as she watched, arching her back against the door.

  David's eyes followed her hand—hypnotised—as it swept down her body and caressed the impossibly smooth skin of her clean-shaven mound. When his gaze returned to hers, she raised an inviting eyebrow. That was all the encouragement he needed. Two steps covered the distance between them. His mouth found her brown nipple at the same time as his fingers slid between her labial lips.

  She pulled him into another kiss, wrapping her tongue around his. She had no intention of waiting too long, but wanted to briefly savour the moment. It wasn't his fingers Jessica needed, but soon enough this young buck would be inside her.

  Her hands reached for his cock, feeling the tingling heat in her loins surge with each stroke of her fingers. She thrust her jutting breasts into his hands, her diamond hard nipples burning against his palms. Their kissing turned frantic, lips locking, tongues parrying as the anticipation of the moment overwhelmed them.

  "Ready, honey?" she whispered, unable to deny herself any longer.

  Her hard buttocks rotated between the door and her new lover as her fingers guided his cockhead to her wet opening. One leg wrapped around his waist, pulling half his shaft inside her. When she raised her other leg, her heels finding purchase in the swell of his buttocks, he slid the rest of the way inside.

  "Oh, fuck," he gasped as his hands found her ass, his legs stiffening to maintain his balance.

  "Yes, honey," Jessica replied. "Fuck me good." Her teeth found his earlobe, pulling down on the soft flesh.

  Her feet tightened around him as he began to fuck her. The sound of her ass bouncing off the wood and sending vibrations around the room only drove him on. "Harder," she murmured, feeling that familiar tingling heat. She was close already.

  The door thudded behind her as she threw her sweet ass back against it. She was there… now… biting into his neck as her climax overtook her. Never being one for holding back in this most intense of moments, she felt his hand cover her mouth to stifle her screams. Then it was his mouth covering hers as he widened his stance to hold her in position against the door.

  The blonde trembled and shuddered her way through her climax, loving the way he supported her on his thighs while his hands clawed at her breasts. Another shudder ran through her when he took her nipples between his thumbs and index fingers. She felt so deliciously out of control.

  When the intense waves finally subsided, she pulled away and dragged him across to the bed. Grasping the iron rods that ran along the base, she wriggled her ass and glance back over her shoulder. "Want it, honey?" she asked.

  With a grunt of arousal, he eased himself onto the bed behind her and thrust home in one clean sweep. "Fuck, that's good," he moaned as her wetness easily accommodated him. Reached underneath her arms, he cupped her swells.

  Jessica adjusted her position so his hardness dragged across her clit. "Geez, yes! There—" she moaned.

  He pulled on her nipples and he pumped into her. The sound of her animalistic grunts was almost as much a turn-on as the feel of her ass pushing back against him. "Gettin' close, Jessica," he gasped.

  Her right hand dropped to rub her swollen clit, pulling on the hooded nub as he raced towards orgasm. His growls warned her he was nearly there. "Wait, David... hold back, honey... I'm close too—"

  He obediently slowed the pace, gritting his teeth in an attempt to delay the inevitable. It was almost too much. "Fuck, Jessica, I can't hold back," he gasped.

  She thumbed her clitoris one final time and lit the fire. Suddenly she was there, with him, whimpering as his hips violently began to slap against her.

  "Me too, honey! Now! Let it go! Yesssss!" She came again seconds before him, gripping the iron rungs in front of her face as she exploded.

  Then he was there, too, releasing his creamy tribute inside her. Each time he juddered, he ejaculated again. He couldn't stop. This time, neither of them made an attempt to quieten her screams.

  ***

  "You wanted to see me?" Reagan asked, squeezing through the heavy oak door into Big Jack's office.

  With every minute of her journey to the club, the sense of foreboding grew larger. She couldn't shake the thought. Only girls that were in trouble were called to see the gangster and neither of two things that led to was an attractive option. She didn't want to lose her job, but nor was she intending to fuck him.

  "Reagan, how's it going?" the smartly dressed man asked, his outstretched hand indicating she should take the seat beside him on the gaudy couch. The man had no taste! Still, his greeting was encouraging. Had there been a problem, his demeanour would have been completely different.

  She tucked her loose bangs over one ear and gave him a quick smile. "It's going well, Jack," she nervously responded.

  "I can see that, honey," he smiled. "That was quite a performance with Carrie last night. Quite a performance!" She couldn't help but shudder. He'd seen that? "Maybe I can get you and Carrie together more often," he lewdly grinned. "A private dance, perhaps? I love private dances!"

  "I… I don't think so, Jack," she carefully answered, knowing it wouldn't pay to annoy the owner. Yet
she had no intention of complying with his wishes. She'd had just about enough of all this, anyway. Surely there was a better life waiting around the corner?

  His beaming face reassured her, she knew he could've reacted differently at her refusal. This bastard didn't have a heart.

  "Well, you never know, eh?" he asked, bouncing his eyebrows at her. She gave another sigh, but this one was apprehension. He knew something she didn't and from the smug look on his face, she wasn't going to like it.

  "I hear you and your boyfriend are in some debt?"

  The redhead looked crestfallen. "How—?"

  The gangster waved his arms wide. "Reagan, I know everything about my girls. That's why I'm able to look after everyone so well. Haven't I always told you that if you ever have a time of need, just come to Big Jack?

  "Yes, I know, thanks very much," she smiled, disguising her churning stomach. Asking for Big Jack's help meant he regarded you as his personal property. No way was that going to happen.

  "But you chose not to?"

  Reagan hesitated, her green eyes wary of the gangster. "It's not that, Jack. Charles and I try to pay our own way. Settle our debts—"

  "Of course, I understand," he interrupted. "And Charles's a great guy. You're very loyal to him, aren't you?" Reagan glanced at him—there was something in his eyes. What was it? "Where is he?" he asked.

  The redhead shuffled in her seat. The bastard knew Charles was gambling again. "I… I'm not sure," she mumbled.

  Jack's smile was as bright as the Nevada sun. He felt giddy inside, knowing what he was about to disclose, not that he'd confess his part. "Have you spoken to him in the last couple of days?"

  Her eyes narrowed. What was it? Tell me you bastard! "Why?"

  The gangster paused for effect. This was perfect, she looked like she was going to crap herself. "Because he gambled away a wad of money the night before last," he told her, slowly pronouncing each word.

  "He did what?" she asked, the colour disappearing from her face. The stupid bastard couldn't have—

  "And then left Vegas," he continued, crossing his hands in front of him. "From what I understand, he won't be back."

  Reagan felt her chest tighten. Her head spun as she tried to contain the wave of dizziness overwhelming her. This couldn't be true?

  "Here," he told her, pouring some water from the glass jug and pushing the tumbler towards her. "He's said nothing to you?" Her shocked face stared back at him. She couldn't speak, she couldn't even cry, she was numb. "I'm not surprised, Reagan," he murmured, standing up and walking around behind her.

  For a second, anger flared inside her. Anger at her rotten shit of a boyfriend, at the man digging his hands into her shoulders! She was a woman, not a commodity to be manipulated by these selfish bastards. Her deep breath allowed her to regain control. Without Charles, she didn't need to do this anymore. She could find another job. Suddenly, it was almost a relief.

  "Look," she said, twisting around in the chair, ready to tell him to keep his hands to himself. The look on his face stopped her. There was more—

  "He left you with those debts, Reagan. That's why he ran away without a word. Like the skunk he is. The loan sharks were going to come after you, so I bought out the debt. That saved you, Reagan. If those bastards get to you… well…" he held his arms out wide. "We both know what that means!"

  "How—" she gasped, wringing her hands together then grabbing the glass, draining the rest of the water. "How much?"

  When he told her, she fainted.

  ***

  It took Jessica less than ten minutes to use the bathroom and slip back into her clothes. When she returned, the sight of a still naked David lying on the bed sent another shudder of arousal through her. His manhood looked so sweet, still sticky from their fucking. The blonde beauty looked at the door and then at David. Well, why not, she asked herself?

  Slipping onto the bed, she took his soft cock in her fingers, gently stroking whilst she stared into his eyes. Her soft grunt indicated she was pleased with his instant response in her hand.

  When she leant forward and took him in her mouth, he groaned. "Fuck, Jessica!"

  Slurping off him for a brief second, she mumbled, "We've already done that. But how about this?"

  It took seconds to remove her tee shirt for the second time that morning. Cupping her full breasts, she slowly lowered them onto his now semi-erect cock. It twitched as she squeezed her soft flesh around it. Her eyes smiled into his as she began to move. Within seconds, he'd joined in, closing his eyes and bucking his hips. It didn't take long.

  "Jessica," he grunted. "I'm gonna cum—"

  "So quickly?" she teased.

  Before he could respond, she dropped her head and took him back in her mouth. She sucked in short, sharp bursts, one hand stroking his shaft as her lips concentrated on his crown. His fingers wrapped around her blonde locks as his body gave one final jerk. Pulling up, she aimed him at her swells, loving the feel of the splashes that instantly covered her gleaming tits. "Good boy," she purred, like a satisfied kitten.

  "Jessica" he gasped. "That was sensational—"

  "Just time to get back for a shower," she grinned, pulling her tee shirt back over her cum covered flesh. "But we need to understand one thing, David. I've broken one of my rules by just being here with you. And I don't often break rules. But I needed that badly."

  "Rules?"

  "It was a one-off, David. I'm a loner, and that's the way I like it. So don't get any ideas. It was just a fuck and we won't be repeating it! Okay?"

  She waited until he nodded before standing and heading for the door. As she pulled it open, she paused and looked back. "Wish me luck today?" she asked.

  He nodded, his eyes fixed on the whirlwind that had just overwhelmed him. "All the luck in the world, Jessica. I'll check in later to see how it's going for you."

  "Good idea," she grinned. "You might learn a thing or two—"

  ***

  "Where are you goin', girl?" the booming voice behind Carrie asked.

  She swung around to find herself face to face with Big Jack's number two in the anteroom leading to Big Jack's office. "Going to see your boss, Kyle. What's it to you?"

  "He's expectin' a visitor," he told her, strolling in front of her to block the way to the door in front of her. "You'll need to see him later."

  "Oh, really?" she asked, pursing her lips and attempting to step past him. "Why don't we allow him to be the judge of that?"

  "He is the judge, little lady," he told the spiky haired woman, stepping into her path again. "He's told me to keep everyone out of his way until his visitor's arrived and they've concluded their… business."

  "Their… business," Carrie mimicked, shuddering at the way his eyes ran the length of her body. She'd worn the see through black top deliberately, but it was meant for the organ grinder, not the monkey. "That means it's a woman he's going to see?"

  The large man shook his head. "It don't matter none to you who it is, little lady. Why don't you head back the way you came?"

  "I will, Kyle," she smiled. "As soon as Big Jack tells me to. Now if you'll excuse me—"

  This time it was his hand on her arm that stopped her as she attempted to push past him. "Hey, girly, you want to show more respect. You'll have more competition in a few days, you don't want to cause any trouble, now d'you?"

  "More competition?" she asked. It was well known that Samson was taking Jack's better girls. What did this big lump mean?

  "Yeah, we'll have the cream of the crop strainin' for a job here very soon," he sneered. "The finest Samson Smith has to offer."

  "What do you mean?" she asked, a little more quickly than she intended. It made the older man think twice about what he'd said.

  "Never you mind," he grunted, clumsily attempting to cover his mistake. "Why don't I tell you when Big Jack's free, then you can see him later. Okay?"

  Carrie hesitated. Whatever this lump had in mind, she needed to find out. "Des-mond," she seductive
ly murmured, running a hand down the front of his shirt. "D'you know why I want to see Jack?"

  "N… no," he said, suspicious yet reacting to the fingers flicking open a button and sliding through the gap to stroke his hairy chest.

  Her deft fingers unfastened two buttons of her own blouse. "Because I'm feeling horny," she told him, tweaking his nipple. "D'you know what turns me on?"

  "Wh… what?" he grunted, his eyes drawn to the cleavage now on display.

  "Powerful men," she murmured, playing with the belt of his trousers. "Men that bend others to their will. Action men. Are you an action man, Kyle?" she seductively asked, unfastening the belt.