Two Nights in Vegas (3 page)

Two hours later and at nearly two in the afternoon, she felt human again and made her way to the pool.  Floppy hat on her head, large sunglasses, a tall drink of some sort with an umbrella, a magazine, and she was set to relax. Nadine secured a cabana out of the harsh desert sun, kicked off her shoes, unsashed her cover up and laid back.  Ahh, this was the life.

A shadow loomed over her and she was almost afraid to open her eyes, but she had smelled him the moment he opened the doors to enter the pool area. Mystery had not taken a seat, but stood with his back to the sun so he could shield her eyes if she wanted to look up at him. “I was beginning to think I had broken you,” he
said with a deep drawl.

Nadine tilted her head up to see his face, “No, I am no worse for wear.”  Mystery Man squatted down beside her. He touched her shin and her leg got hot, “I awoke and found you gone.” She said nothing, waiting to see if he was going to say something stupid and prevent her from making a whore of herself again. “I found myself needing to feel the warmth of your skin, the heat of your breath against my neck and to hear that sound you make at that critical moment.”  Nadine removed the
sunglasses, to look him in the eye. Yeap, she was headed towards another night of being his chew toy. “The thought,” he said to her face, “of you getting away without me saying good bye or spending at least another evening with you, almost made me panic. I was relieved when I saw you by the pool.”

She still had not spoken or responded to him and then she saw it.  It was a momenta
ry flicker in his eyes of uncertainty, but he forged ahead, “If tonight is your last night in Vegas,” he took her by the hand, “will you spend it with me?”

Before Nadine could respond, a
large bosomed brunette bounced over and pretended to be helpless as she set up her cabana.  His eyes never left Nadine’s face.  The woman practically threw her shades at him while clearing her throat to get his attention. Nadine knew this would be her way out, he was going to make an ass out of himself with this woman and she could use it as an excuse to save what remained of her dignity.  Instead, he reached down, picked up the glasses, handed them to the woman without giving her a second glance and maintaining eye contact with Nadine.  Okay, she was good to go.  Another night of being a breathing sex toy it was!

“And what shall we get into tonight, my Man of Mystery?”  He smiled at her with that same hunger in his eyes that she had witnessed last night.

“First, I thought I would take you to dinner,” he turned her hand over and kissed her wrist. Nadine shook her head, “that’s what you said last night when you fed me a salad and then proceeded to toss it.” Mystery man actually laughed out loud showing her a full smile, with crinkles around the eyes, as he put his two fingers to his lips to ponder his next words.

“Fair enough,” he said, “however, I will get us a car, you can put on the little black dress I know you packed, and leave the rest to me.”

“I will meet you at the front desk at seven?” Nadine asked hesitantly.

“Make it six, so we will have more time together,” he stood groaning a bit as he rose, which brought a larger smile to her face; he was sore too. Mystery Man turned to leave, but stopped, “When do you leave for home?” He did not ask where home was and she was not going to volunteer any information.

“Tomorrow,” was all she added, since his question was left open ended, so was her answer.

His gaze was making her uncomfortable until it softened, “you sure I didn’t hurt you?”

Nadine slid her shades back onto her face, “by the way you are moving, are you certain I didn’t hurt you?”  He only chuckled as he walked away.  “I like you Beauty,” he said. Even watching him from the back as he strolled towards the doors, Nadine thought he moved like a predator. Every woman by the pool was vying for his attention and it seemed as if he saw and heard none of them.

“I like you too Mystery Man,” Nadine whispered under her breath.

The closer it got to six o ‘clock the more nervous Nadine became.  People had seen her with him at the pool and she was beginning to think she needed take a few more precautions since tonight he had a car. She had snapped a photo of him with her phone when they were by the pool, and she sent it to her private email in case she came up missing.  She also included in the message where she had stayed in Vegas and his room number.

             
It was stupid she realized, but on those FBI and crime scene shows, the investigators always went through the personal emails. “Stop being stupid, you have already spent an evening underneath the man,” she told herself as she put on the final touches of her makeup. Relax, just go with it and enjoy your evening, tomorrow, Nadine, you can go back to your orderly life, fifty hour work week and men who cannot appreciate you.  Tonight, was all about feeling, sensing and enjoying that man.

She arrived at the front desk at five minutes till and found him waiting in a black tuxedo looking like a model for
Gigolos Are Us
. He extended his arm to her and led her out the door.  All eyes were on them as they made a fetching couple which made Nadine relax knowing that so many people saw them leave together.

             
She was surprised to see a limo waiting for them as he helped her inside; he slid in next to her and already had her in his arms.  His mouth was everywhere as he kissed, touched, caressed and whispered into her ear.  Before she could respond, Mystery Man had scooped her up, and drug her across the seat to straddle his lap. His hands were full of her glutes as he pulled her closer and down over his need.  His hand fumbled in his pocket to remove the protection as he handed it to her while he unzipped his pants and freed himself.  The packet was opened, he applied it to his person and beckoned her to take him inside. She adjusted her underwear and her hips and slowly, inch by inch, felt him filling her.  She was very sore and he noticed her wincing. He raised her hips and used his fingers to help her relax and catch up to how he was feeling.  Within minutes, Nadine was in full blown heat and they were going at it like two teenagers on prom night.

             
She wasn’t sure if she brought out the worst in him or he the worst in her, but by Jove, the sex was mind blowing. The whole zip lock baggy thing in his pocket was a bit unsettling, but at least there was protection and it had not broken. The limo came to a stop and the two had righted their clothing and she checked her hair and put a wayward strand on his head, back in place as they exited the car to have dinner at the Barrymore. 

It was old school Vegas with blue tufted seats, movie memorabilia on the ceiling and Rorschach paintings of movie stars.  She ordered the roasted duck breast with asparagus while he enjoyed a small strip steak and green beans.
During dinner, they talked about nothing. A few glances were shared in between bites which Nadine found it ironically, to be the best date she had been on in years.  Even though she had screwed him before dinner and probably would again afterwards, there was no pretense in this evening.  There were no bullshit lies about how much he made or job titles, or even if he had a wife, six children and one was a dialysis treatment away from keeling over.  He had not looked at his phone, he was not texting and neither was she. Tonight was about him and her, not their lives, but the life they were sharing in this moment. She shared a piece of her duck breast and he shared a piece of his steak. Dinner over, they sipped wine, shared more ‘
I’m going to tear your clothes off looks
,’ he paid the check and they left.             

The limo took them down side streets to a private night club that required its entire guest
list to wear masks.  She wasn’t sure about this one, until she turned and saw he had donned a Phantom of the Opera style mask and out fitted her with a red silk and lace masquerade disguise.  “Whatever you do, do not take it off, okay?”  She nodded as he led her into the club.  After paying an entry fee for them both, Mystery led her through the doors of the inner sanctum where people were engaging in various stages of fellatio.  It took everything in her to not seem prudish until she noticed the largest penis she had ever seen in her life. Two women were working on it as the man laid back, sipped on a cognac while watching the women please him.              The next room was the cunnilingus room filled with moaning, writhing women, who were standing, leaning, bent over, legs in the air, feet behind their heads, and boobs jiggling. The room smelled like a female locker room after a hard core Zumba class.  The door to the right was labeled anal, Mystery looked at her and she silently mouthed the words, adding a sister girl neck roll for good measure, “Awww, hell, naw!”  He laughed and threw up both his hands.

             
The next room was labeled “Fetish” and she slowly pushed open the door.  Inside there were people donned in latex, animal costumes and a man in a diaper being changed by a woman that he was calling Mama.  The diaper had been filled.  The door was released slowly as Nadine backed away, eyes wide. She looked at Mystery, “I will never be able to unsee what I just saw.”  He laughed, but she was serious, “I need a minute.”

             
The room to the left was for couples only and he opened the door and led her inside. He took a seat beside her on a large settee and gently kissed her lips.  Nadine was unable to focus on him because she was listening to all the sounds around her of other twosomes in various stages of coupling.  She was afraid of what the furniture looked like under black light and shivered at the thought of all the naked asses that had come before her.  As if someone had read her mind, they were handed a large towel to cover the chair. Mystery whispered in her ear, “Close your eyes Beauty, and listen to the passion in the room.”  Nadine did as she was instructed and her imagination took over. 

             
Mystery unzipped the top of her dress to expose her breast and she felt his hands on her legs, up her thighs and was removing her panties. She lay back on the furniture.  His lips were on her thighs, then moving upwards and she felt his mouth cover her cupcake. She felt hands on her breast, as someone further unzipped her dress, pulling it down to her wait exposing her midriff.  The cool air of the room brought the buds to erection.  A mouth covered her right nipple.  She felt a mouth cover her left nipple while hands rubbed her legs.  She knew it was his mouth below but she refused to open her eyes to see who the mouths belonged to up top.  She knew if she did, she would freak out.  Someone had removed her shoes and she could feel a being suckling her big toe.  Her senses were all firing and she was close.  Pressure was being applied to her there and it was Mystery, suited up and going in.

             
She couldn’t wait for him to catch up.  Whoever had her toe and the magic tongued Devil on her right breast, were enchanted givers of pleasure, she let go and began to unravel.  She held nothing back as she cried out, bucked her hips furiously against him trying to milk him and bring him pleasure all in one. He matched her pace and grunted as he slammed into her over and over again trying to empty himself. Someone asked if they could go next.  Mystery growled at the interloper, “Only me! No one else!”

             
She knew in the dark that he was putting the used material in a Ziploc and she had to know. He answered her in a husky whisper, “It is my waste, and my DNA.  If I don’t discard it, I know it cannot appear anywhere that is does not belong.” He told her he had seen one too many of the FBI and crime scene shows and had been made paranoid. It made sense to her and she let it go.

             
They stayed another hour or so in the couple’s room watching while another eager young man sucked at her toes and a busty blond asked for a kiss.  She thought the woman wanted to kiss Mystery, but instead she wanted to kiss her. Nadine was wearing a mask, she thought why not.  Within minutes, the woman had straddled her while Mystery’s hands were back under her dress. Mr. Toe Sucker was excited and salivating all over her foot and the whole room stopped to watch.

             
This had to be the horniest man she ever met because in minutes he had pushed her back on the seat and his face was buried in her again. Nadine braced herself for his entry, but instead he was inside the blonde that was on top of her.  The woman’s breast bounced against hers as Mystery pounded into her with a harshness that caused the woman to find her release after only a few strokes. Uncertain of how the next positions were maneuvered into, but Mystery was on the bottom, Nadine was astride his face and the blond woman had a mouth full of her date, who quickly found his third release of the night.  What was this man made out of, and how in the world did he refuel so fast?

             
In the limo she sat in the corner of the seat and just watched him. It was just after one when they arrived back at the hotel.  “Beauty,” he said to her, “it is our last night together, stay with me?”

             
She touched his chin, “I fear if I do, I may not be able to walk in the morning.” She kissed his cheek and began to walk towards the south towers where her room was located.  Before she had gotten too far, he touched her arm.  “It is the smell of you that is driving me almost insane. It is intoxicating to a point that it spurs on a primal side of me to want to mate.” She turned and he scooped her into his arms and carried her towards the elevator to his room.  “One more hour before I let you go, grant me that, Beauty.” She said nothing as the elevators doors opened and she pressed the button to his floor. “I can’t seem to get my fill of you,” he told her as he carried her into his room and removed her dress with very little care.