The Nightlife: Las Vegas (The Nightlife Series) (10 page)

“You are sooo naughty.”

She licked her lips.  She had
begun to truly enjoy this telepathic thing.

He shook his head chuckling
as led her towards the poker tables.  “Another rule that seems to make sense in
gambling is to change tables about every 20-30 minutes.  Not so much with
poker, but in the games where you play against the house, the longer you stay
at a table the higher the odds you’ll lose your shirt.”

“That happened to me before
in Reno.”  With this she sent him yet another memory of several years ago. 
She’d been thrown out into the snow in nothing but her panties with a broken
nose, locked out of her apartment by the son of a bitch she’d been dating for a
month.

“You are a disaster waiting
to happen girlfriend.”  He inspected her nose as if it had happened yesterday. 
She did have a slight scar to one side.  Running his finger over it brought
another one of her flashbacks to mind.  Her own mother.  The night she was
thrown out of her house at the age of sixteen.  Her mother packed a solid right
cross punch.

“I think we need to get you
to a psychiatrist girl.  You got some serious baggage you’re carrying around.”

“Aren’t psychiatrists just
messed up people trying to minimize their problems by pretending to identify
with everyone else’s?”

She had seen a couple
different shrinks.  One she dated for a time diagnosed her with all sorts of
four and five syllable psychobabble terms.  In the end he proved an asshole.  His
particular brand of abuse had been psychological rather than physical.

“Let me take your baggage
Ana.  Unload it on me.  There’s nothing you can show me that will change how I
feel about you.  Nothing.”

“I … I trust you.  But I’m
not ready for that yet.”  It was so tempting to let him be a confessional, but
she couldn’t stand to see his condemnation.  She quickly tamped down those
pesky little flashbacks and focused on the night ahead of them.

She’s been hurt too much. 
It will take some time to undo all that hurt
.

“How about some Texas Hold
‘em?  You ready to watch me win a few thousand?”  She agreed happily, wrapping
her arm in his like a little girl on a night out with daddy.  Her trust in him
filled every corner of her mind.  Even though she was twenty six and he only
twenty two, she viewed him as much more worldly and mature.  He seemed to have
the self-assurance and grace of a far older man.

He smiled at her warmly.  “My
poker game relies heavily on getting inside their heads.  I’m not really using
a system, just common sense.  If the odds are against catching the card I need,
then I fold.  But I know what they have in their hands, and that helps a lot. 
This is a spectator sport for you, do you mind watching?”

After her nerve-wracking
episode with Baccarat, she happily agreed to let him take the risks.  She shook
her head emphatically, “No, you play!”

Before sitting down to play,
he reached out through his ties to Michelle.  He caught a momentary glimpse of
Michelle’s hot encounter as she rode atop Kramer pounding and grinding into an
orgasm.  He didn’t see anything to be concerned about, so he reeled his mind
back away to give her some privacy while he entered the poker game.

* * * *

Kramer wasted no time getting
Michelle up to his room to have his way with her.  He didn’t mess around with
small talk, opting instead for the direct assault on her with kisses and heavy
petting.  His hands were up her dress and reaching between her legs as soon as
the door closed.  She had no underwear to impede his search.  He dipped his
fingers into her moist heat, stroking her slippery wet entry while he massaged
her clit with his thumb.

“Ahh,
très bien,
c'est bien comme ça
.” 
That’s good, I like it like that.

He worked her faster, her
words driving him on.  She grew impatient with the sexual pace.  She undid his belt
and unzipped his pants as he added another finger into her slippery wetness. 
When his pants were tossed aside like so much useless wrappings, she gripped
him tightly.  She tugged and pulled on his cock as she wetted his whole hand.

"
Il révèle
les
mauvais côtés
de moi
.” 
He brings
out the worst in me
.

She wanted to bite him sooo
badly.  She maintained control, barely, groaning into his chest as she pumped
him by hand.

“I don’t know what you’re
sayin, but you’re speaking my language.”  Kramer gave as good as got, working
her into a frenzy.

He took her to the edge.  Impatience
got the better of her.  She tore his shirt off and flung her dress to the
side.  She almost picked him up bodily to throw him on the bed, but controlled
herself, pushing him till he got the hint and lie back for her.

“You are so damn sexy!  Why
hasn’t some lucky bastard married you yet?”

It was rhetorical question,
but she answered in a sexy half growl, “I don’t like complications!”

She punctuated her growl with
a short hop into the air, landing straddled over his hips, sinking all the way
down into deep penetration.  It was one fluid move accompanied by a sexy little
grunt as she bit her own lip.  She always gave her paying clients their money’s
worth.  She performed like no other woman could.  She knew he’d been bedding
showgirls and strippers renowned for their agility, so she took it up a notch.

Watching his aura, she could
see his awe as she rode him, pumping, pushing, grinding and curving her pelvis
around his cock like some wild animal.  Had he known this was only a fraction
of her sexual ferocity he’d probably have sold his soul to the Devil to have
her.  Through furious sexscapades with Aaron, she developed the habit of being
far more aggressive than usual.  Normally she was ultra-careful with humans in
bed.  They’re too easily broken.

She could wait no longer for the
much needed feeding.  As she sensed him reaching that magic moment, she
struck.  She bit deep into his neck while grinding down onto him as far as she
could go without crushing his feeble pelvic bones.  He came hard, blasting his
fluid into her, bellowing as her venom’s massive endorphin rush rocked his
world.

Her bite maintained his cock
hard and ready as she ground in harder and faster, working her way through a
multiple orgasm.  She tried to exercise a little restraint, but Aaron had been
spoiling her with his punishing sex routines.  Hard to find satisfaction with
these feeble bodied humans.  She released her bite after a minute, her feedings
perfectly timed through years of practice.

In the course of several
painfully disastrous relationships she had learned the hard way to be
conservative in feeding, and to avoid feeding from the same person repeatedly. 
Sixty seconds per feeding, never more.  To continue was to invite the addictive
condition Anastasia had entered into, a
bloodslave
.  Michelle never
created
bloodslaves
, not since those horrible days in France a lifetime
ago.

* * * *

The raw strength and force of
her performance amazed and intimidated Kramer.  She literally fucked him raw. 
He wondered if perhaps she was something more than human, or maybe wired on
crystal meth.  Meth whores were rumored to fuck like rabbits all night long. 
Perhaps she was some kind of sexual demoness, a succubus.  She had milked him
dry, siphoned every last ounce of fluid he could produce. 
Time to break out
the Viagra to keep up with this girl.

Laying beneath Michelle,
cuddling with her, he knew he had to have her for keeps.  He wasn’t the first
man to feel this way and probably wouldn’t be the last.  What they all failed
to realize until it was too late, is no one could ever own Michelle.  She owned
them by the hordes, in every city and every place she traveled.  They were hers
for the taking.  It could never be any other way.  How can the lamb attempt to
lay claim to the lioness?  It was against the laws of nature for such a powerful,
dominant creature to subjugate to a lesser being.

Kramer foolishly vowed to
find a way to make her his.  The problem manifested quickly when she extracted
herself from atop his bruised and spent manhood and made to leave the bed.  He
grabbed ahold of her arm.

“Please stay with me for the
rest of the night.  I’d like you to stay.  I can pay you more.”

* * * *

Chapter 11

Aaron’s winnings had reached over thirty thousand thus far
and there was no stopping him.  He had a pair of pocket queens with a queen
face-up on the table.  None of the other players had so much as a pair.

‘Cool Hand Luke’ on the other side of the table wanted to
continue his bluff.  He had a large stack of chips going, over eighty grand.  As
a rule of thumb in poker, the big stack eats the little stack, much like life
in general.  The big stack can often bluff through a hand, pushing the bet
higher than anyone’s willing to go.  A foolish mistake when playing against a
telepath.  The fool kept on rolling with his bluff by raising the bet, hoping
to scare Aaron off.

Aaron took a moment to reach out and reconnect with
Michelle.  What he saw disturbed him.  Kramer argued with her to stay the night,
and had offered to pay another two thousand as incentive.  Such obsessions with
Michelle were a common occurrence, but dangerous with authority figures.  Men
of authority had a tendency to bend others to their will.  Things can get ugly
when they don’t get what they want.

Aaron decided to end the bluff game with Cool Hand Luke.  He
needed to finish up quickly.  Instead of taking his time to slowly squeeze and
milk the hand for a few thousand more, he raised the bet by ten thousand. 
Everyone folded.

He snatched up his chips now totaling over forty thousand,
and flashed a look to Anastasia letting her know there was a problem.  Highly
in tune with him, she jumped right up, flowing towards the elevator without
question.  He became angrier with every step, wishing Michelle had never accepted
Kramer’s invite.  He felt like bending steel around Kramer’s neck to make a
collar it would require a blow torch to remove.  He thought it an appropriate
ornament for the unruly dog Kramer.  The man needed to learn his place.

Through their intimately entwined bond, he knew exactly
where Michelle was at any given time.  She could never be hidden from him. 
Sitting in her mind, he watched Kramer attempting to keep her in his bed.  She
had thus far avoided tossing him around, but she was fast losing her patience. 
She didn’t like revealing her true nature to men of authority, the consequences
were too unpredictable.  Aaron followed her conversation as she tried talking
her way out of it.

“I am sure you don’t need me for the entire night, are you
feeling unsatisfied?”  She flashed her eyes in challenge, willing Kramer to
acknowledge the truth.

“I’m fabulous, thank you very much.”  Kramer kissed her in expression
of his gratitude.  “I would like a chance to get better acquainted.  Perhaps we
could have a couple drinks and go dancing?  I can get us into the Flamingo
VIP.  We wouldn’t have to wait in line like everyone else.  I know the manager,
Kino.  He’ll let us in immediately.”

“
Excusez moi
,
I have plans tonight.  Maybe another time.  You have my cell?  You can send me
a text? 
Oui
?
”  She
didn’t intend to ever meet him alone again.  He’d gone total stalker, way too
creepy-needy.

She saw it all the time.  Kramer exhibited the classic
signs.  First the possessive body language, followed by demands for her time. 
Occasionally men would go so far as to beg and plead.  Offers of wealth and
extravagant vacations were not uncommon.  It was a credit to her control and
respect for human life that she denied them.  Though they wanted her bite,
attention and affections, in the end she brought them only death.

* * * *

Aaron emerged from the elevator into the hallway and headed
straight for the door of Michelle and Kramer’s room banging loudly.  As
security cameras tracked his every movement, Kramer’s assistants noted Aaron’s
destination and sent two security guards on an intercept.  Everyone in Kramer’s
office knew he was not to be disturbed while entertaining guests in his room.

* * * *

“Look, we’ve had some fun here.  All I’m suggesting is we
have a little more fun together, a night out on the town.”  Kramer repeatedly
failed to charm Michelle into spending the night.  He had begun to show some
irritation.

Aaron watched Kramer become progressively more insistent,
less smooth and patient.  Upon hearing the unexpected banging at the door,
Kramer’s irritation flared to full blown anger.

“Who the hell is that?”

Aaron waited a couple seconds and then slammed the door once
more BANG BANG BANG.  He knew Kramer was coming to the door, and he sensed
Michelle’s relief at his arrival.  He’d provided her an easy out.  She could
walk away gracefully without getting violent, without revealing more of herself
than was prudent.

Kramer finally answered the door frowning heavily, looking
regal in his monogrammed silk robe.  His frown deepened to a scowl as he found
Aaron to be the source of interruption.