The Nightlife: Las Vegas (The Nightlife Series) (8 page)

She closed down the pathway
into her past, pegging him with an admonishing stare for his deep intrusion
into her mind.  “With a syringe we can collect the venom.  That will solve the
problème
.  But you must sleep through the day.”  She stroked
Ana’s hair, “You must match our schedule.”

He and Ana sighed with relief
at the same time.  These problems were not insurmountable after all.  He knew Michelle
had failed to mention this solution was only a temporary reprieve.  Ana’s
problems would grow worse with time.  He knew because Michelle knew, but he chose
to hope for the best.  
I’m gonna do whatever it takes to keep her with me as
long as possible
.

He exorcised the morbid
thought from his mind and focused on the night ahead of them.  “Hey! We have a
VIP dinner date in two hours.  We should take Ana to one of these designer
shops, get her something nice.”  He looked at Anastasia’s adorable bubble butt
and reached out to pinch her left ass cheek.

“I don’t think she’s gonna
fit into any of your clothes Michelle, she’s a little more curvy than you
are.”  He squeezed Ana’s ass, causing it to jiggle as if she were fat––
she
wasn’t
.  Both girls looked shocked, staring at him as if he was the rudest
crudest creature on the planet earth, and then broke into giggles at his
lopsided grin.

They bathed together, taking
a moment for a sensual soapy rub down and then headed down to the indoor
shopping mall housed within Caesar’s Palace. 

“There is one place we go. 
The other stores,
c'est
sans importance
.”  Michelle steered
them to
Gucci
.

“It’s sooo expensive here. 
Especially in the hotel.”  Ana pulled Aaron down to whisper. “I can’t afford
this store.”

He shook his head as he
dragged her into the store.  “From now on you let us worry about the expenses. 
We will be taking very good care of you, and that means you must be dressed
appropriately.”

She looked down at the
wrinkled dress she wore from the night before.  “This dress was eighty
dollars.”

Aaron smirked as she looked at
the rack showcasing eight hundred dollar dresses.  “No big deal, just one
little zero.”

“These clothes are nicer than
anything I’ve ever owned.”  She looked to him with adoration and worship,
cuddling under his arm like a good little pet.

The girls treated him to a
nice little show as they modeled their selections with their best hip swaying
pivots, turns and poses. 
How did I end up here in Vegas sharing my bed with
two of the most beautiful women in the world?  It doesn’t get any better than
this.  I have arrived.

He felt like a fashion photographer
as he snapped photos and video clips of each of their stunning outfits on
Michelle’s iPhone digital camera.

$14,000 later they left,
heading to their dinner appointment.  The store delivered their purchases to
their hotel room.  Michelle had settled on a deep burgundy cocktail dress that
showed off all her magnificent physical assets.  Anastasia wore a skin tight
midnight blue dress that ended an inch below her ass with her entire back
exposed.  Both women were devastatingly gorgeous in their own unique way.

I’m the fuckin Crown Prince
of Vegas.
  The girls draped each of
his arms, his very own entourage.  He imagined all the world looking at him in
envy and reveled in it.

* * * *

Chapter 8

They were fashionably late
for their VIP dinner date.  Kramer awaited them at the entrance to the
restaurant.  He greeted them graciously despite their tardiness.  Kramer was a
fit, trim man in his early forties, his head shaved clean and a tight little
soul patch of hair on his chin.  About the same height as Aaron, 5 ft 11 in.,
he carried himself with confidence and professionalism.  Courteous, he’d
obviously been dealing with the public for many years and his experience showed
in a gentile deportment.  He feigned surprise at the addition of Anastasia to
their group, pretending he hadn’t known she was with them.

This was the beginning of
Aaron’s misgivings and suspicions related to Kramer.  As he read Kramer’s mind
he learned they had been watched closely for the last 24 hours, and Kramer had
a special interest in Michelle.  He didn’t like the idea of being surveilled
and the stalker-like ulterior motives behind it.  These things alone were not
really major issues, many men would go to extraordinary lengths to get to
Michelle.  The elusive quality of Kramer’s mind bothered him.  The hint of
something nefarious beneath the surface eluded him.  Kramer’s thoughts centered
on Michelle and what he wanted to do with her, what he wanted her to do to him.

I’m gonna have to get used
to men and their foolish endeavors to get near Michelle.  She inspires extreme
behavior among the cattle.
  The
predator within recognized something Aaron hadn’t picked up on.  The predator
had an itch to smash Kramer’s smooth smiling face to a pulp.  He suppressed the
urge.

He continued focusing on
Kramer’s thoughts.  Kramer envied Aaron’s inexplicable connection to these two
glamorous women dressed in the latest designer fashions, and it irritated him. 
What qualities did Aaron possess that allowed him to be graced with these
women’s affections?  In his eyes Aaron’s youth disqualified him from playing
the
high roller
ticket.  Aaron wasn’t famous, no obvious relation to the
girls.  Aaron must be spending enormous wads of cash, and therefore both women
were high class escorts.  Since he’d never seen or heard of them till recently,
they must be new working girls in town.  Kramer made it his business to know
the more glamorous Vegas escorts.

Kramer’s primary vice were
women.  He couldn’t get enough of them.  He didn’t particularly care for drink
or drugs or any of the other commonly abused substances.  Kramer filled his cup
with beautiful women, and of that he drank to excess.  Without mistake,
Michelle was his focus, a goal to be attained.  He addressed her first.

“Hello ladies, Mr. Pilan,
nice to meet you.  I’m always interested in meeting beautiful women.”  He
kissed the girls’ hands in a kinda-formal-sorta-creepy gesture. “I work in
administration and security here at Caesar’s Palace.  On behalf of the hotel
I’d like to personally welcome you and attend to any special requests you may
have.  We like to accommodate our VIP guests any way we can.”

Kramer sat down with them at
a corner booth in a quiet private area of the restaurant, and the waitress
attended them immediately.  He suggested, “Order what you like, it’s on the
house.  I recommend the martinis, my personal favorite, and the Chilean sea
bass or the prime rib, they’re both exquisite.”

Ana took a breath to speak
when Aaron ordered for her.  “She’ll have the prime rib, a medium-well cut with
the baked potato and a glass of merlot.”  Ana stared with her jaw open in awe. 
He’d ordered everything she wanted, exactly as she wanted it.

Kramer smiled at her.  “He
must know you very well.”

Ana couldn’t speak except to
nod her head yes.  It occurred to her that this
telepathic
thing was
pretty damn cool after all.  To be understood on this level was simply
wonderful.

He focused on Kramer, boring
into him with an intent gaze.  “Is this normal?  Hotel management sits down to
eat a meal with guests one-on-one?”

“Well, we do this from time
to time.  Your winnings have been significant here in our casino.  We wanted to
extend a special invitation.  There will be a group VIP party tomorrow night. 
Of course, you’re invited, all of you.”

Aaron read Kramer’s curiosity
as he caught a glimpse of the steel beneath Aaron’s boyish exterior.  Kramer
suspected there was a bit more to Aaron Pilan than met the eye.  He began to
wonder if Demarco’s suspicions were correct.  Maybe there was something
peculiar about Aaron.

Demarco.  Where have I
heard that name before?
 Aaron wondered
what importance this Demarco character held in the situation, but he couldn’t
catch any more of it.  Kramer’s mind was inextricably drawn back to Michelle. 
It would be difficult to learn anything with her present.

He continued grilling Kramer,
“I thought this was a group event.  It seems odd you would meet us alone.”

Now we’re getting
somewhere.
 He clearly read how
Kramer crafted this invite simply to get up close and personal with Michelle,
and size up her relationship to Aaron.  This had nothing to do with VIP
bullshit.  It was all Kramer.

Kramer tried to reassure.  “Of
course, but we only do this with very special clients.  You have been playing
the table in excess of several thousand per day.  This merits VIP platinum treatment. 
Your room tonight is one hundred percent complementary and I’ve taken the
liberty of refunding you the first two weeks of room charges.  I have a
brochure here that describes some of the many benefits and comps available. 
Did you get a chance to catch the concert last night?”

Kramer was on a roll.  The
sad part:  he believed his own line of shit.  That’s what made for a convincing
sell, the seller’s personal conviction.  Aaron sensed the evasion beneath it
all.  But again, all he caught was Kramer’s intense interest in Michelle.

Michelle started in.  “This
is normal with me in Las Vegas.  I have VIP treatment all the time.”

He caught a psychic kick from
Michelle. 
“Aaron,
mon choux
, this special treatment is to be expected.  Do not make
waves with the managers!”
  She
patted him on the leg in a motherly gesture. 
“I always have the VIP.  You
can share the VIP nightlife with me,
Oui?
”
  He
grinned and accepted the hint gracefully.

Kramer perked up.  “Is that a
French accent I detect?  Are you French?”

He followed Kramer’s mind as
the pervert envisioned all the rumors of debauchery with Parisian prostitutes,
and how especially freaky everyone says they were. 
Kramer’s obsessive fixation on Michelle deepened.

“
Oui! Par lez
vous Français?
”

“No, no.  I wish I had taken
French classes, but unfortunately no.  Perhaps we could spend some time
together and you would be kind enough to teach me some French?”  Kramer tested
the waters, looking for their reaction to his subtle invitation.

“Michelle, his thoughts
are perverse.  He thinks you some French whore, a filthy plaything.”
 
Aaron
struggled against the predator’s urge to gut Kramer like a fish.

He smiled at Kramer, feigning
a bland pleasant look.  A tweak of interest kicked in from Michelle. 
“Can
you not smell the blood and money?  Like you say––we will take his shirt!”

She turned her bright
gleaming smile on Kramer.  “
Très magnifique!
 I
would like that
very
much!”

“You know what he
wants.  Why are you playing with the managers?”
  Aaron threw it back on her with a psychic bump of
his own.

She pinned him with a stare.
 
“He is no different from the rest.  His aura shows me desire, and maybe a
little Vegas corruption.  
Ce n'est pas la mer à boire
––No big deal.
 
This kind of man pays for my attention.”

She did not have Aaron’s
unique ability as a telepath.  But Michelle did have the advantage of
discerning a special color spectrum.  The colorful aura surrounding each person
gave her insights into mood and character.  She knew what Kramer was up to.

“
Michelle
,
lover,
you can’t see what I see
. 
He is a problem.  There’s some other agenda
here.  I don’t like it
. 
He is different from other men, you must be
careful.  Remember the detectives?”

He could tell by the flavor
of her thoughts she wasn’t concerned in the least bit.  Corrupt men willing to
pay for a few moments with her were common fare.  She sealed the deal with
Kramer.  She caressed his leg underneath the table, creeping up towards his
crotch.  His cock stiffened under her touch.

Aaron looked to Anastasia and
smiled, trying his best to ignore his master’s advances towards Kramer.  He let
it be, though he didn’t like it.

The predator growled its fury
at Aaron for being so foolish.  But Michelle had been taking care of herself
for a very long time. 
Who am I to tell her what to do?
 
She’s the
boss
.

The dinner flowed smoothly
from there on out, with small talk about the numerous Vegas acts available
through VIP perks.  Kramer mentioned ‘Carrot Top’ and the ‘Cirque du Soleil’,
everyone’s favorites.  The conversation split off between Kramer and Michelle. 
They talked of Paris and London while Aaron and Ana got to know each other
better.