Romance in Vegas - Showgirl! (10 page)

"No. Wait, yeah...where's it coming
from?"

The screaming grew louder, and they drew
their guns. "It's room 210," she whispered.

They approached the door, and he stood on one
side as she stood on the other.

"Base," he said into his clip on radio, "We
have a 415 on floor two. Need additional back-up. Room 210."

The manager of housekeeping hurried up to
them seconds later, having been well drilled on this type of
situation, and handed them the passkey.

Matt knocked loudly. "Hello? Do you need
assistance?"

No one answered, while another scream
sounded.

Candy nodded at Matt while he used the
passkey and opened the door a bit. "Hello?" he said again. They
went further into the dark room, still with guns drawn.

"No, you can't!" a woman's voice screamed. In
a flash of white, she ran past them towards the stairwell.

Candy holstered her gun, and ran after her.
"Foot pursuit out of room 210," she gasped into her radio. She
caught up with Dani, who was trying to open the stairwell door.
Pulling her back, Candy said, "Wait! What are you doing?" Then to
Matt, "It's Dani," she yelled.

Teeny trudged up the hallway towards them.
"What's the deal?" he asked Matt, while they both walked towards
the stairwell.

"Don't know," Matt said.

He saw Candy wrestling with Dani.

"Dani, hey!" Teeny yelled. Then as he finally
reached her, he grabbed her arm.

She turned and pulled with all her might, and
punched Teeny in the eye. She looked wild and her eyes were glassy
now, as Teeny cursed and stepped back.

Candy shook her. "Wake up!" she shouted.
"Dani!"

Dani slowly came around, looked here and
there as if to assess her situation. She was aware now that she
stood in the hallway with just her white nightgown on. Then her
eyes rested on Teeny.

"Oh," she said with her hand on her mouth.
"Oh my God."

"Hey kid, you got a knock-out right punch,"
he said as he massaged his temple.

"Base, ten twenty-two last transmission,"
Candy radioed in.

Too late to stop the reinforcement guards, so
she signaled them at the end of the hall to stop.

"You checked the room?" she asked Matt.

"Yeah. Nothing there."

Candy put her arm around Dani, and led her
back to the suite. She thought the dancer still looked a little out
of it, while she led her to the bed.

Dani fell asleep immediately, and Matt stood
in the doorway. "What do we tell Scaletti and security?"

She sighed. "The truth. What else? Call
security now, but wait until morning on him. He'll go
ballistic."

And, the next morning, he did. His eyes were
flashing grey as he questioned Robert the head of surveillance who
sat in front of him at his penthouse desk.

"What the hell happened last night?"

"From what I can surmise, she had some sort
of nightmare. When the guards let themselves in, because of the
screaming, she flew past them towards the stairwell. Candy caught
her, but she just wouldn't come out of this trance she was in.
Teeny walked up and she decked him. Then she seemed to realize a
little bit where she was. I brought the recording. You can see for
yourself."

They played the scene. Scaletti watched
intensely, as a half-wild Dani ran past the guards. "There, stop
it," he said. "Teeny grabbed her arm, you see that?"

"Yeah. They were all just trying to calm her
down."

After the recording was done, Al sighed.

"Any orders for future episodes?" Robert
asked.

Al looked at him with hard eyes. "I am to be
called immediately. Understood? Call down and tell Robinson for the
guards. Tell your crew also."

"Yes, sir."

After he'd left the penthouse, Lefty and
Teeny came in Al's office.

"So let me see your shiner," Al said to
Teeny.

"'ey boss, she did a good job." His eye was a
bright purple color.

They both sat, and Al said, "What were you
doing on the second floor at that hour in the morning?"

Teeny shrugged. "Just hikin' around, boss.
You know I like to check things out, make sure everything is okay
around here, stretch my legs, you know?"

Al smiled, but then it faded. "Eyes will
heal. But sometimes, people don't."

"She'll be okay boss," Lefty said, as he
unfurled several newspapers in his lap. "Get a load of this." He
plopped the first one on the desk in front of Al. "The Tattler says
'Where is Scaletti?'" And the picture was one of Dani dancing with
Tony.

"And the others?" Al said tightly.

"About the same thing. There was more than
one photographer here." Then he grinned. "She's gettin' popular.
Here's one you might like."

Al looked at the picture and smiled. He was
holding Dani on the dance floor and their bodies were tight
together, almost intertwined. "Send the editor a dozen yellow
roses," he said absently. "Where is she now?"

"We checked. Kim's with her in the lunch
room."

"Send a dozen red roses to her. No, make it
two dozen. A standing order every three days. And have the card say
'call me.'"

"Okay, boss," Lefty laughed, as they got up
to leave.

"And Teeny," Al said, "as always, thanks for
your patience my friend. I appreciate it."

"Think nothin' of it, boss," the big man
said, smiling, "she's a real pip."

Dani was first to the pool area at noon, and
she thought Kim must have been waylaid by Tony somewhere along the
way. It seemed as if Kim had found a wonderful lover, and Dani was
glad for her.

And, before Dani left her room, she wrote a
note of apology to Teeny, telling the man how sorry she was about
hurting him.

The day was a typical hot scorching one,
complete with blow dryer type wind. Spreading out one of the
hotel's beach towels, she sat on a chaise in the shade of an
awning. As she closed her eyes, fatigue overtook her, as she
thought of last night. She must find a way to make it up to Teeny.
A note just wasn't enough. Maybe a gift of some sort. She'd have to
think about it.

She was almost asleep before her cell phone
rang. "Yes," she said drowsily.

"Mmmm, you thought I was kidding about the
binoculars?"

She laughed. "I wouldn't put it past
you."

"Okay, so I don't have binoculars. What color
is your bikini?"

"How do you know I have a bikini on?"

"There's some talk in the casino about the
knockout redhead sunning by the pool in a bikini."

"You're lying to me now."

"So, I'm waiting."

"It's pink. I bought it yesterday."

"And how much does it show?"

"What area?"

His voice grew softer. "Every area. Talk to
me."

"Well, the top is a bit low cut, not as much
as the costumes we wear. And the bottom isn't too bad. Just a bit
low cut."

"No hair anywhere I assume."

"Just on my head," she laughed.

"I like that," he whispered.

And, looking down, she watched her nipples
tighten and react to his voice. The heavy feeling was back
intensely now, and she shifted in her seat.

He continued, "When you get back to your
room, I want you to strip down and watch yourself. Like last night.
You remember?"

How could she forget? It was the only time
she'd touched herself like that, ever.

Kim approached and the phone went dead in her
ear.

Her friend had a wide smile on her face.
Shaking out her towel, she dragged her chair into the sun. "I'm
Italian," she said, "I never burn."

"I wish I could say that," Dani said, as she
looked down at her fair skin. "So, how was your evening? You hardly
talked at breakfast."

"Oh, that's because he's going back today. To
Atlantic City. Damn it anyway, I finally find someone I really like
and he's got to live way across the country. But he promised to be
back in a week or two."

"So what's he like?"

"Girl, he is soooo bad," she said with
another big smile.

"What do you mean?"

"Hard to explain. You'll know one if you meet
one. You look at him and your body reacts."

Dani thought for a minute. "You mean, like
over the phone?"

Kim watched her now, and her smile grew
wider. "Playing...I can see Al doing that. What a stud that guy is,
I swear. I just never knew anyone who went out with him. What does
he say that gets you hot?"

Embarrassed now, Dani wasn't sure what to
say. "Well, I don't know if I get hot exactly, it's just hard to
describe." Her phone rang then, thankfully interrupting the
conversation.

He said, "Come to the penthouse when you're
done chatting. I need to talk to you about something." And the
phone went dead before she could even say yes.

She went on talking with Kim about the
routines, Tony and different people in the casino. No mention was
made about Teeny's eye, although Dani thought her friend knew about
it. They had drinks, Dani her usual whiskey and Kim a vodka
tonic.

The sun was low in the sky as they finished
up and she walked up the back stairs to the penthouse elevator
wearing her short robe and sandals. She brushed her hair on the way
up, using the elevator mirrors to make sure she looked all
right.

Walking into his den, she spotted him staring
at the view from the picture windows. He turned, and said, "I hear
you had a bad night."

His tie was askew, and he looked worried.

"I never remember much when that happens. I
guess I can only say what Kim told me today. It is what it is. I
can't help it." Her throat was tightening and she found she
couldn't continue.

"I know," he said gently, "I wasn't blaming
you. We just need to figure out what the hell to do about it."

She shrugged. Then her eyes roved to his
desk. "They took pictures of us?" she asked him.

"You're getting to be quite famous," he said,
as he strolled up and stood in front of her. "Nice robe. Let me see
what's under there."

Her face flushed, as he slowly pulled at the
sash. Her robe dropped to the floor and she felt naked under his
gaze.

"I knew I liked pink for a reason," he
whispered, as his blue-grey eyes held hers.

The heavy feeling was back, and she thought
it was like an itch needing a scratch. "I'm glad you like it," she
said awkwardly.

His hands pushed her heavy hair away from her
face, and roved to the outside of her arms, then to her hands. He
brought them up to his lips and kissed each one. Slowly, carefully,
his hands moved to the back of her neck, and he drew her closer.
Looking down at her now, his eyes roamed her face before he said,
"Do you know how beautiful you are?"

She shook her head. Her eyes were languid now
as she gazed up at him.

He groaned deep in his throat, as his mouth
came down on her neck, kissing the length of it, whispering in her
ear intelligible sounds, before his lips finally reached her
own.

Kissing her hard, roughly, his tongue roved
her mouth, searching, probing, and his breath caught as she sucked
it hungrily. She leaned into him, against him, and felt his
hardness grow.

"That's for you," he whispered urgently in
her ear, "only for you. Do you understand?"

Nodding, and as his lips roved her neck, she
brought her hands on his hard buttocks. Instinctively she pushed
herself against him, and felt his sharp intake of breath again.

But then he sighed and pulled her gently away
from him. "I apologize," he said, as he ran a hand through his
hair, "I am sorry." He bent down, picked up her robe and handed it
to her. "Have you been to your suite yet?"

Wondering if she'd done something wrong, she
donned the robe and said, "No. I suppose I should change before
dinner."

He smiled down at her. "You have a surprise
waiting there. And, why don't you come up here for dinner? I
promise to be good."

Nodding, she said nothing as she walked back
towards the elevator.

And his breath came out in a long sigh as he
watched her go.

Before he left Vegas, Tony came to see
Al.

"So, we went over the figures from the
casino, but not her figure," Tony said with a grin as the two sat
having a drink.

"You saw it," Al said from his favorite
chair, "you tell me."

"I only have eyes for Kim. Never met a girl
like her before. Beauty, brains, sense of humor, killer body and
she comes like there's no tomorrow. I can just look at her and she
comes. Tight little pussy too."

Al laughed. "We'll have to fly you in more
often."

"I'd appreciate it. So," he said, swirling
his scotch, "how about Dani? She's got the orgasm thing going
on?"

Smiling, Al replied, "I'm sure she does. But
that's private between the two of us."

Tony sniffed. "Told Kim I'd call her every
day. Hate to get tied down, but I'm nuts about her already."

"It will only get worse my friend."

Dani came in her room, and two dozen red
roses greeted her. She smelled them and admired their beautiful
color. The card said simply, "call me."

So she punched in Al's number. "Thank you,"
She said as he answered, "they are so lovely."

"Not as lovely as you are. So, did you do the
mirror thing yet?"

She looked towards the bathroom. "Yes," she
lied, "I've already done it."

"Wear something comfortable tonight. It's
just you and me."

And he rang off.

Shucking off her robe and bikini, she
showered and washed her hair.

Then standing in front of the mirror, she
wondered what he wanted her to do. Her body looked the same, it
hadn't changed. She ran a hand over her breast, and the nipple
puckered in response. Maybe that was it, she thought, watching
herself. But she just ended up frowning, and went to decide what to
wear.