The Nightlife: Las Vegas (The Nightlife Series) (11 page)

“I don’t know how you found my room, but I’m gonna have to
ask you to leave immediately.”

Kramer’s tenuous grip of the situation had slipped away. 
Security guards arrived in the nick of time, reestablishing his control and
authority, or so he thought.

“Sir, is this man bothering you?”  A six foot, three hundred
pound Samoan with a neck as thick as Aaron’s waist inserted himself in between
Aaron and Kramer at the entry to the hotel room.

Aaron answered quickly, trying to avoid the impending
violence he felt coming.  “I’m only here to escort the lady.  She was just
leaving.  We’re not looking for problems.”

Michelle stepped toward the door, Kramer blocked her. “One
minute here, we’re not done yet!”  Kramer’s eyes flashed with aggression.  He
was back in control and flexing his muscles of authority.

Kramer addressed the bull Samoan, “You can take Mr. Pilan
with you.  I’m aware of the problem with him at the tables.  He’s needed for
questioning.”

Kramer had gone too far.  Aaron growled a warning, “Don’t
touch me!”

With Kramer’s edict, a second security officer arriving on
scene moved in from the other side.  A good ole boy, two hundred twenty pound
ex-marine, fresh out of the service.  Both guards flanked Aaron.  The predator
kicked into gear, assessing the thought patterns and intentions of all persons
in the immediate vicinity for potential threats.

Anastasia began backpedaling.  She sensed the waves of power
buildup radiating off Aaron.  It scared the shit out of her to be so close to
someone with that much caged aggression.  She was very sensitive to his energy
flows.  She’d attuned to him like a radio dialed in specifically to his
frequency.

Ana mumbled, “You better not touch him.  That’s a big
mistake.”

Michelle also stepped back several feet, looking forward to
the show with a nasty smirk.  She liked having Aaron deal with these
ridiculously small minded fools.  It gave her a new sense of power to have such
a fine warrior at her beck and call.

She yelled to Aaron over Kramer’s shoulder, “Don’t hurt them
too much.  A short lesson, nothing more!”  She issued the warning, but it
carried no authority of compulsion behind it.  She much preferred Aaron act of
his own free will.  They had issues in the past when she abused her authority
over him.  It was better all the way around to avoid it.

Aaron gave one last shot at diplomacy, “We are leaving now,
just let us go…” In the middle of his speech the Samoan made a move.  The
predator escaped its mental prison, whipping into control.  The Samoan reached
out his hand and promptly had his arm broken in three places with a lightning
strike downward chop.  Ana squeaked at the sound of crunching bones as the
Samoan stumbled back a pace into the hallway with a red-faced grunt.

The predator would’ve advanced on the Samoan if not for the
marine.  Gung-ho made his move.  The marine was fast, but not fast enough.  He
stepped towards Aaron reaching to put a hold around his neck.  The predator
whipped out his elbow smashing gung-ho in the ribs.  The strike made a crackle-snap
sound of broken ribs with a wheeze of air from the marine as he collapsed where
he stood.

The predator geared up for war.  His aggression levels
increased with every move the guards made.  Aaron was fast losing his ability
to control the predator’s lethality.  The predator still recognized a threat. 
He didn’t wait for anyone else to act.  He snapped forward whipping out an open
handed palm strike direct to Kramer’s chest.  The blow put Kramer on his back,
breathless from the impact.

Anastasia did a little hop as she clapped and giggled.  “This
is so awesome!”  She was highly entertained by the violence.

Kramer gasped and huffed, trying to catch his breath.  The
Samoan kept backing away with tears trickling down his face, favoring his broken
arm.  He was a tough one.  Beyond the initial grunt of pain, he hadn’t made a
sound.  The predator read the man’s submissive body language––
threat
canceled
.  The marine was completely out of commission on the floor, he no
longer presented any danger.

Aaron gradually regained control of his inner beast as the
situation subsided.  The predator went back into its cage, begrudgingly, for
the moment.

Michelle stepped around Kramer where he lay on the floor,
strategically placing herself between him and Aaron.

Kramer wheezed as he regained his feet.  “I’m sorry … huh …
please accept my apologies.  I was in the wrong.”

Michelle helped him to his feet. “Yes that was very rude,
but we accept your apology.  Of course, there will be no further
problème
with security? 
Oui?
”

She played mediator to diffuse the situation.  Kramer had
enough power and authority to cause them serious problems.  A little diplomacy goes
a long way to avoiding the attention of the authorities.

Aaron followed Kramer’s straight-line logic as he perceived
the fact that Michelle could unleash her dog on him, at any moment.  He assumed
Aaron was the hired muscle to her little game.  Kramer decided to play nice,
for
now
.

“Yes, yes, this was all a mistake.  Really, I’d like to make
it up to you.  Would you accept my invitation to a VIP party tomorrow night? 
All our VIP clients will be there.  It’s a great chance to network.  I can
introduce you to some very wealthy and influential people.”  He glanced at
Aaron over Michelle’s shoulder with a healthy look of fear.

You should be very afraid
.  He fought hard against
the predator’s urge to tear into Kramer with claws and teeth.  The predator
very much wanted the feel of Kramer’s shredded corpse in its hands.  The only
thing standing between Kramer and certain death was Michelle.

Michelle smiled at Kramer, sending a powerful zing down the
psychic line. 
“We should have sympathy for him.”
  She saw him as
a victim.  The cattle were too easily seduced.

“We leave tonight!”
  He blasted back at her.

“
Non!
 
I have the situation under control!  He will be useful.  Kramer deals in the
currency of influence.”

Aaron knew she ignored her own instincts to decline Kramer’s
invitation.  She felt it wiser to placate Kramer to avoid problems and gain
favor.

“
Oui
,
that would be very nice.  You can send the invitation to our room,
merci beaucoup
!
  There are no
more
problèmes,
non?
”

Kramer seized on the moment, “Of course not.  As a matter of
fact I’ll see to it personally your room is complimentary for the rest of your
stay.  It’s the least I can do.”

Aaron wanted out of the hotel now, right this very moment. 
He didn’t like the idea of this creep watching their every move.  Michelle
caught his emotional spike of displeasure and sent back a psychic flash.  
“It
is finished.  We go now.”

“
Tres
magnifique!
  And now we must be off. 
Au revoir!
”  She pecked Kramer on the cheek
platonically and then turned and snatched Aaron’s arm to pull him down the hallway
with Ana scrambling to catch up.  Aaron hauled Ana up tight.  She did a
double-step-hop to keep up.  The Samoan wouldn’t look any of them in the eyes.  Aaron
caught a taste of his humiliation bleeding through the pain of his injury. The
Samoan fully expected to be fired shortly.

In the elevator Michelle faced his scowl.  “We could not
leave the situation without resolution.  Kramer would have brought the police. 
This is unacceptable. 
N‘est-ce
pas?
” 
Is it not so?

He nodded, but added, “Un hunh, and if you had listened to
me before, we wouldn’t be in this situation,
Oui?
” 
He mocked her cute little accent with his curt reply.

Ana giggled at his parody, pecking him on the cheek.

“
Oui mon
amour
.”  Michelle agreed with a look that begged forgiveness.  “
C’est la vie!
”  
Such is
life
, or in this case
shit happens
.

She hugged him, kissing his other cheek opposite of Ana. 
They made an Aaron sandwich, both of them conquering his foul mood with their
infectious charms.  He could hardly stay irritated with all this going on.  He
warmed to their allure, allowing his tension to flow out into their warm
embraces.

“Come, I’m still hungry.  I know a good night club.” 
Michelle licked her lips in anticipation.  She usually tagged several victims a
night.  He couldn’t argue with her logic.  The desert environment left him
feeling especially parched.  The threesome exited Caesar’s Palace to explore
the Las Vegas nightlife.

* * * *

Chapter 12

They arrived at the Flamingo around 1:00 a.m.  The line
outside the club stretched out like a massive snake, weaving past bushes and
landscaping to a length of over a hundred feet.

Anastasia lamented, “Oh gaaad, I hate this!  Why don’t we go
somewhere else that’s not so packed?  We’re gonna be here for an hour waiting
to get in the door, it’s ridiculous!”  She rolled her eyes and slumped her shoulders
with a look of disgust.

Aaron kissed her into silence and whispered into her ear
seductively, his lips brushing her ear lobe.  “Watch, listen and learn.”

Michelle spoke to the valet parking attendant standing
nearby the massive lineup.  She rubbed her breasts all over his arm, brushing
against him while she captured his soul with her eyes.  The poor boy never had
a snowball’s chance in hell.  Seduced in seconds, he’d probably open up a vein
for her right there if she asked.  Fortunately, her simple request didn’t
require bloodletting.

“
Bonjour
,
would you be so kind as to do me a small favor?”  He nodded with the
slack-jawed smile of an idiot.  “I would like to speak with the manager Kino. 
Tell him we were sent by Mr. Kramer from the Caesar’s Palace.”  She stroked the
man’s arm smiling sweetly.

He stammered, “Oh yes, right away.  I’ll take care of it
immediately!”

She squeezed his arm and pecked him on the cheek.  “
Merci beaucoup
.”  He took off
jogging into the club.

Ana and Michelle looked absolutely fabulous, dressed in top
form.  A cream short sleeve top hung loosely about Ana’s hips complementing
black, skin-tight boy shorts.  Michelle wore a purple see-through top––
no
bra of course
––and a black skirt that barely covered her ass cheeks, very
little left to the imagination.  Both women displayed yards of smooth white legs
accentuated by provocative curves.

Scanning the crowd in line, Aaron caught blatant gawking
stares.  The men in line salivated over his arm candy.  They would’ve given
their left nut to be standing in his place.  Although he wore only simple black
slacks and a red dress shirt, he held everyone’s attention via the company he
kept.

Michelle’s name dropping routine produced results.  A stout
Hispanic with the standard issue Latino fade haircut and mandatory chin strap
facial hair came out the side door and ushered the threesome into the club
discreetly.

Michelle greeted him warmly, pouring on the charm to cement
their VIP status, “
Bonjour
and good evening.  You must be
monsieur
Kino? 
Oui?
”

She shook his hand and rubbed her perky nipples on his chest
and arm as she kissed his cheek.  Old-school European etiquette, but for her it
doubled as a form of seduction.  Her see-through top had the anticipated effect
of mesmerizing both Kino and all other men in her vicinity, a howling beacon
for testosterone.

Kino smiled wide, “You got da right man.  Any friend of
Kramer’s is a friend of mine.”  His teeth were blinding white as he grinned at
Michelle––
obviously bleached
.  She had snatched his soul already.  She
could teach classes on how to seduce a man in 10 seconds or less.

“My name is Michelle, and these are my friends Aaron and
Anastasia, we appreciate your help very much,
merci
beaucoup
!
”

Aaron and Ana shook hands with Kino who moved a little too
close to Ana, rubbing up on her with the greeting.  After a moment of
admiration Kino led them to a VIP table for four and excused himself.  “I’ll be
sure to catch up with you later.”  He looked right at both girls with the
veiled statement.  “If you need anything give a holla at the bartender or one
of the waitresses.”

They hit the bar immediately, the gypsy princess needed a
drink.  Ana ordered Patron tequila with Squirt and lime.

“She’ll have an orange juice to go with it.”  Aaron modified
her bar order.  He answered Ana’s squint, “You need to replenish lost fluids.”

Michelle took off for the dance floor on her own, impatient
to begin the hunt.  A tall massive ‘linebacker’ picked her off right away.

While Ana downed her liquor like nothing, ordering another
right behind it, Aaron explained, “We need to feed from at least two to three
people a night.  Small nips, just a few seconds of contact.  I can’t rely on
you alone.  You won’t last very long trying to keep up with my needs.”

“You mean you’re going to do it to these other women?  What
you do to me?”  Her accusatory eyes bored into him.  He read her instantaneous
visceral jealousy.

“But its so … intimate.  I want you to feed from me.  Now.” 
He read her pain as her heart twisted into a tight knot.  Feeding was such an
intimate act.  The idea of him doing it with another woman seemed a whole lot
like cheating.