Uncomplicated: A Vegas Girl's Tale (2 page)

“I gotta go Nora, I’m gonna slice my fuckin’ leg off if I don’t hang up.” I tossed my phone onto the bathroom floor and finished the task of bathing. The long list of chores I always bitched about doing on a night like this. Shaving my legs and pussy, conditioning my hair in an attempt to tame my unruly red curls and lathering my favorite apple body wash all over my pale white skin.

I wanted nothing more than to just lie in the tub, soaking in the hot water and getting my mind off of my slight obsession with the man waiting for my
services
. Never before had I dreaded my job until right this moment. Dammit.

I pulled my lazy ass from the tub, drying off and starting on the project of my hair and makeup.

An hour and a half later I am ready to roll. The deep smoky makeup around my bright blue eyes accented the black halter dress I have chosen for the evening. I slid my petite feet into the sky high silver pumps, grab my Michael Kors bag off the bed and lock up my apartment for the night.

“Let’s get this show on the road, Sunshine.”

Like that, I am off to work.

“Jennifer, meet Lily.” Jude introduced us from his perch in the corner. He sat in a black leather armchair and I couldn’t help but notice where his shirt was already unbuttoned, revealing his delicious, rock hard chest. His hand rested on the bulge pressing against his black designer pants.

My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. Beautiful. Perfection. I had to stop myself from drooling when the voluptuous brunette took my hand in greeting.

“Nice to meet you. I have heard so much about you from my Jude.”

Her Jude
. I continued to smile like I am on stage for the Miss America pageant.

“Likewise, Lily.” I tossed my bag down and took in her curves. Her large breasts pressed against the tiny green cocktail dress she was wearing, threatening to bust out with one wrong move. Her long brown hair reached down her back, and my eyes met her warm brown eyes. Everything about her screams simple, natural beauty, and I could see everything that Jude saw in her. She was not fake like the women constantly throwing themselves at his billions. She was real. She was lovely. She was warm and welcoming.

My jealousy subsided when his words pulled me from my own head.

“Why don’t you ladies get started without me. I want to watch for a bit.” He flashed his pearly white, perfect smile and I nod.

“Anything
you
want, Jude,” I purred in his direction, as I take a step closer to Lily.

She smiled and her lips part as her arm wrapped around my body, pulling me closer to her warm breasts and tugging on the zipper of my dress.

Not wasting any time, I see.

With her free hand, she ran her fingers through my shoulder length, wild red hair as her lips met mine in a seductive dance for dominance.

I took charge pushing her back onto the sprawling king size bed in the middle of the luxurious hotel suite.

She giggled as her back flopped onto the bed. I slid the black dress down onto the floor, kicking it off with the toe of my silver stiletto pumps. I turned slightly to the side, taking another eyeful of the blond Greek God.

His shaggy hair fell slightly into his eyes and his chest heaved as he lazily worked his hand up and down his now exposed erection.

I gave him a wink accompanied by a slow seductive turn showing off the white lace lingerie barely covering my assets. A low growl escaped his lips as I turned my attention back to an almost naked Lily on the bed.

Her D cup breasts are bare, held up by a beautiful black under-bust corset. Rosy nipples standing at attention, begging to be sucked. Her long legs are covered by sheer black stockings connected to barely there, matching black suspenders. No panties, and I can see clear as day, Jude has already had his way with her. His wet release fresh on her pretty pink pussy lips.

“Oh, Jude. Such a bad boy.” I laughed as I run my finger along the lips of her cunt, cleaning the mess he had left behind. Lily’s breath caught and her body arched off the bed.

“Oh, you poor thing. He didn’t let you get off did he?” Poor girl was panting like a bitch in heat. Hell, she
is
a fuckin’ bitch in heat the way he left her.

“Mmmhmmm,” she moaned. Her hands trailed the across the comforter of the bed, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples and letting out some of the most erotic sounds I had heard come from a female in ages. And believe me folks, I’ve heard some shit!

“Well, Jenny is gonna fix that for you, Sugar.” Lowering my lips to her body, I start licking up her bare thighs. I paused for a minute only to look back at Jude. “Of course, if that is okay with the boss.”

“Oh please, Jenny. Clean her up for me.”

I should have known he would put it in terms like that. Always the pervert, but I had to remind myself,
anything to please my client
. Even if I wanted to do more than just please Jude.

I lowered my mouth back to her bare cunt. My tongue slowly caressed her folds, pressing ever so gently against her hard clit. I could taste his salty release all over her swollen pussy, which begged me for release. I parted her lips and dipped my middle finger inside her dripping wet cunt. Sucking her clit into my mouth harder, I worked her g-spot as she squirmed under my touch.

I could feel her soft body slowly tense under my caress. Each second that passed, her breathing became more rapid. Her moans more frantic. Her release so close I could taste it, mixed with the warm come left over from Jude.

Just as Lily tipped over the edge, pulling on my hair and grinding her cunt into my face, I felt his presence behind me. A chill ran through my body as it begged for him to bury his dick deep inside me. No matter how many times we could fuck, my body responded to him unlike any other client.

A single finger looped under my panties, ripping them clean from my body as he pressed his seethed cock against my wet pussy. Hot and ready for him to take me as I licked up his girlfriend’s orgasm with everything I had in me.

“Fuck, you’re always so tight for me, Jenny,” Jude groaned as his thrusts became more rapid. His roaming hands pulled at the leftover lingerie covering my body. Ripping and tearing the expensive lace bra I wore for his enjoyment. Lily wiggled free as Jude pinned me to the bed, relentlessly taking me from behind.

I moaned for his enjoyment, playing the part and talking dirty with each thrust of his cock.

“Fuck that pussy, baby.” Mixed with the moans of genuine pleasure building inside me. Each time he bottoms out within my cunt, I could feel him bringing me closer and closer to my own orgasm. Fuck it felt good. He always feels amazing.

“Oh yes, right there. Fuck me harder. I’ve been a bad girl, Jude.”

A sharp sting spread across my ass as his hand paddled my exposed cheek. His grunts increased as his hand bit into my hip.
That’s gonna leave a mark.

My body withered under his touch as his waves of pleasure crashed over me. My breath caught and my moans echoed through the hotel room. I pushed my ass back meeting his hard thrusts and like that, he pulls out and tosses the condom to the floor.

Spurt after spurt of his hot come covered my pussy and ass from behind as he grunts in appreciation of my body.

“So good, Jenny. Always, so fucking good.”

“Anything for you, Jude.”

And like that, my work for the evening was over, and my heart is shattered into a thousand pieces I left behind on the floor of the
Hardrock Hotel
suite.

V
EGAS

(Mathis)

The thought of moving to Las Vegas let alone owning a club here, sent a shiver down my spine.
Sin City
as most people called it. Well I called it a fucking gold mine.

Owning clubs all over North America, I knew when and where to open, but Vegas? It could be in the middle of the recession and people still flocked to my club. Why? Because I’m Mathis fucking Verlinden. That’s why.

Now I know I shouldn’t be all high on myself. Wait, yes I should be and I earned it. Every dollar, every green, I earned all by myself. Coming from the slums of Bulgaria to North America, the wonderful USA, it was like I was born for this shit. Bred to appease the youth, the young people of today’s society flocked into my clubs where DJs rocked their souls and my staff pumped them full of drinks and food. Why do I feel this way? It is what it is. I wanted to give people what I never had. I was a kind, caring person that way. And greedy all at the same time.

Club Maroon
, was my newest adventure and an adventure it was. The sprawling new club happened to be opening as we speak. Yes, I had a thing for the color red. All shades. All of my club names had some form or shade of red in the title. My favorite type was when a pale ass reddened under my touch. I could almost feel the tingle straight to my soul and when a woman whimpered because she couldn’t figure out why she liked my pain so much…best fucking kind if you asked me.

But I didn’t do club openings. I did the first and the second, but the third and fourth? It got old and quick. By the time the fifth club opening came, I was rich. I could hire someone to cut the ribbon for me. The newspapers called me out; saying I was a pussy for not wanting to be in the spot light. Some even used the term “pussy” much to the public’s amazement. I laughed. If the fuckers only knew.

Growing up, I had nothing. And I’m not exaggerating. So I made a point to leave my country and travel the world, and travel I did. Once I reached North America, I fell in love. Not with a woman. Yeah right. With the people and their abilities when given the right approach. How they became happy no matter what. That’s why I went into the club business. Well, and other businesses but we don’t need to get into that just yet.

“Mr. Verlinden, did you ever think you would be setting up a club in Las Vegas when you first moved here?”

The flashing lights interrupted my thoughts and I met the interviewer’s gaze. The small man with piercing brown eyes made my stomach clench. “Of course. That’s the reason I moved here. Next question,” I barked.

Lights flashed in my eyes, microphones and recorders shoved in my face. It was the same shit, different pile with reporters.

I answered their questions, mostly telling them to check out my club and see for themselves and if they felt it would do okay or not. I, for one, knew that it would blast the fuck off and put every club in Vegas to shame.

A heavy hand landed on my shoulder. “It’s time.”

I looked at my bodyguard, Dean Croft. His cold grey eyes warmed with encouragement. Long-time friend, long-time partner in crime. Also a partner in sharing a woman every now and again. But, he was into anything that walked. Anything that could get his rocks off. And I do mean anything. Me? I only liked pussy. As much as I loved the guy, there was no way he was getting a piece of me. Ever.

I took a breath and waved off the impending questions from the stragglers of reporters that waited while I went inside my club.

A line up of VIP wannabes stood at the side of the building, yelling out my name. The women fawning over themselves to get a glimpse, a touch, a taste of yours truly. I didn’t get it. I was like a rock star in their eyes, but of course, being the man of class that I was, I ate it up. Let the glory soak into my bones like melted chocolate.

I stepped into the club, walking down the hall that was lined with a red carpet. I had to hold back an eye roll. Fuck it. I let that shit go. “Dean. Red carpet, man?”

Dean looked back at me and winked. He knew I hated that shit.

My jaw clenched but as I neared the entrance to the main club, the deep bass of the music washed through me. It vibrated into my soul making my blood roar. God, I needed to get laid. It had been awhile, even for me.

“There’s plenty of women here, boss.”

Dean knew me well. He knew whenever I got twitchy, I needed to get my dick wet. I needed sex like I needed food, like I needed air to breathe. It was a part of my being. Most people craved junk food on an off day but not me. Nope, I couldn’t be like that.

“I need something different tonight,” I mumbled. I was on edge and I couldn’t explain it. Couldn’t figure out what or why but I knew something was off. I needed more than just a hot piece of ass.