Angel of Sin

[Paendragon]

Steele

He sat in his dressing room, wrapped in his robe, staring at his reflection in the mirror. The script sat in front of him on the table, but he didn't bother with it. This was a walk on for him. He got paid a lot of money so his name could be on the box. It was one scene, and he didn't even know the starlets name. Didn't want to either. They would come from nowhere, hang off the end of his dick for 30 minutes, and he'd often as not never see them again. But still, the money was good, and at least he didn't have to wear the fucking mask.

He stood and untied his robe letting his cock hang free. Almost as if it had a mind of his own, it started to grow and lengthen.

Good. I'd hate to have my meal ticket fail me now

He retied the robe and sat back down. Now, all he had to do was wait to be called . . . fuck some newbie . . . and get back to his apartment.

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

"You really do look good, Angel..." He watched her as she stood fingering the clothing with a mild distate.

"Then this should work out for both of us, a break in the case would be wonderful... Pink and purple?" She sighed, knowing that she'd wear it but she wouldn't like it.

Scooping it up in her arms, now awake, she vanished into the bathroom for privacy's sake. Robert already had enough of a show, it wasn't in her to taunt him with what he lost. Vindictiveness didn't enter her world, it was a trait for small minded, insecure people.

Dressed, she came out with her hair hanging down her back in a pony tail and outfit hugging every curve of her body like a second skin. She was nervous, and it showed clearly. Her hands shook a little as she adjusted her bra, pushing up her breasts even further.

She didn't meet Robert's eyes, instead turned this way and that while gazing in the full length mirror mounted on the motel wall. "What's expected on the first interview? What am I going to be facing?" She wanted to be prepared, accept what ever was going to happen without flinching. Best way to know, is to ask.

"Ready to go." She grabbed a very small purse, stuffing in ID, some cash and lipstick. He could explain in the car, and she'd work on relaxing. By the time they would reach there, she'd be dead calm.. She could do it.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Lance was doing alright the guy in the sharp suit was doing well hitting on Black, the little black girl was running on his luck too. She had been playing black and getting a nice return. Lance wasn't drinking he had to get back to the studio soon to do some setups for the next shoot. Mr. Steele was on the schedule to shoot with a newbie. Newbies could be fun they never know what the rules of the game are, some time you could get one to blow the whole crew before the star came out, we told them that this was a common practice to warm her up for the "real action" some bought it, some didn't. A couple more plays and I"m out of here. He was about to play again when the "Freezer" walked up and spoke to the guy in the sharp suit."Hey you winning any money tonight?" Suddenly Lance saw an iceberge striking his luck. No, I'm out of here now. He scooped up his winnings and trotted to the cashier cage, hoping he didn't trip on the way. He safely got to the cage and cashed out. He folded his money and looked back at the table, she looked good, but so do some spiders, and they can kill you. Time to get to work.

 

[poohlive]

"It's not an interview," He said, as he slammed the door shut on the old car. She hurt, bad. Grime and rust holding together what few bolts were still on the original design. It backfired, squealed at the abuse as Robert pulled out into the street, and then resigned to a low moan of constant traffic.

"You'll barely be asked a dozen or so questions. Std's, camera work, what you will do, what you won't do. They'll ask you to undress... then depending on that they could either want to see you dance, or maybe perform a little for them."

It was only a few minutes away, in one of those warehouses. A lot filled with trailers and lights and movie paraphanelia. Girls walked around in skimpy clothing.

"There you are," One man with a clipboard came up, nodding to her.

"Angel? Come on, you're late."

Robert smiled, "I told you sweetheart. Your fault for taking your sweet ass time."

Robert had his own job to do, and went to find his supplies for the day.

The man with the clipboard ushered her into a trailer, where two men were waiting, looking at her as soon as she came in.

"Cute..." One said, another leaned in and whispered something about pink and purple.

The man in the center, Stack, cocked his head to the side, "Take it off. Show Benny here some I.D. and tell us a little bit about yourself."

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm was sitting at one of the tables, keeping an eye out for potential girls, and saw Angel talking to the bartender. He smiled at her nodding his head, and then went back to the Hi-stakes Blackjack table he was at. He was doing fairly well tonight, and still kept his eyes out for trouble tho.

He was watching a pair of guys working this table for a pretty good winning streak, and shook his head. He knew a card counter at twenty paces, and shook his head. He looked at the dealer and nodded his head. The dealers knew that he knew how to spot them also, and he was accurate in his accusitions. He had to laugh a bit when the house security came up to take the two in question away and smiled at the dealer. "Some people will never learn will they? I can't believe that card-counters still try it here." He gave her a 100 dollar tip, and left the table.

 

[BRIGHTWELL]

Lance drove to the gate and flashed his pass to the guard, he was waved through. Allen the stage manager was standing near the studio door. Allen was a cool dude, and could read lines in three laungages. He did a lot of vioce work here and at the big studios. He stood at the door tapping his watch and looking at Lance. "Try Pacific time, once, ok!" he said gruffly.
"Sure Allen, I did good though, made allmost a grand." Lance replied.
Allen looked at him. "A grand, then you got that 100 you owe me?" now blocking the door.
"100 oh sure, here you go, hell I'll ever throw in an extra 20 for letting me have it."
Lance peeled off six twenties and handed them to Allen.
"So how do we stand?" Allen smiled. "Our star Mr. Steele is in his dressing room, the newbie just came in with some whino looking guy, man looked like his car old and beaten, the lady looked good, looks like we could have a new looker!"
"Is that so, how do you want the setup?" Lance asks as he puts his money away.
"Lets start trashy, and then move them to the Grey room and upgrade them, if, the boss likes the action."
"Sure trashy, and thanks for the 100, I needed it."
Lance walked through the studio door and started moving scenery around, the Red sofa to start, then the brass bed, then the floor shot, he moved a large white bear skin to the set floor. Trashy...yeh...

 

[landiek]

Angel caught that Frank had eyes following another face and slipped back without a second word. She also noticed that one man walked away rather disgusted.

"Oh well." Angel replied softly as she headed over to where Malcolm seemed to be heading.

Once she caught up with him she smiled one of her sincere smiles. "Having a good night?"

Not really waiting for an answer Angel wriggled her ass in her shortie shorts. She felt someone pass behind her and cop a feel, but that didn't matter much as she leaned closer to Malcolm. "Wanna sneak snake?"

Angel used that term to pass him money from a trick, She waited for his answer still aware of the time, as she wanted to catch that one fellow from the movie line. That and maybe catch a line of hot fucking from that bulge he sports when working.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm smiled and nodded to her in response. "Having a good night then Angel? Good girl, your my best girl, have fun with the rest of the night." He took the money, and swatted her playfully on the ass to send her on her way again. He stuck the money in his secret pocket in his jacket, where he kept all his money, where the pickpockets couldn't get to it.

He watched her go with a smile, and thought that he would have to make arrangements to have a night with her sometime this week. He went to the bar, and got himself a Rum and Coke, and watched the crowd, also keeping an eye on his girls, making sure that no one was bothering them in any un needed or unwanted ways.

 

[BLACK BART]

"She sounds perfect...

The long legged, platinum blond woman offered softly as she gently returned the phone to its cradle and looked up from the notes she had quickly scrawled.

She was a beauty, at least from first glance, her carefully dyed hair covering the scars, her natural blue eyes showing the nervousness she always felt when around him...

"Bring it to me then Liz, along with another drink, if you would?"

The words were gentle and polite, but the woman knew it was only a charade, underneath the politeness and gentle words lay a savageness she had witnessed first hand. It was always that way when you looked at the man sitting relaxed in the over stuffed chair in the corner. He wasn't a huge man, nor was he the smallest, his hands were manicured and his clothes always perfectly matching, the shine of an expensive watch and gold ring shining even in the dimly lit corner of the room.

More than several had under estimated him in the past, and so they would in the future...Simon counted on it, letting each think he was a harmless has been...and never pressing a situation unless it fit his own motives...His blue, blue eyes rarely showing the anger he might feel...

And when it suited him? Those that stood in his way rarely told stories, because it was difficult to speak from a final resting place made of dirt.



"She sounds like a kid...A well shaped kid, but not jaded...she claims to have made one film and no more, so her face shouldn't be known...or missed?"

Again the nervousness creeped into her delicate features, and as she offered the paper fear tugged at her lips as he gripped her wrist and pulled him to her.

"Relax Liz...You've nothing to worry about, as long as you play by my rules, we'll get along fine...I've forgotten about your past indescretion, and love the way you've adapted to your new position here...don't you?"

A shiver ran up and down her spine as she sat across his legs, and as his hands began to roam up and down her curves she gasped...and then whimpered softly.

"You know I do Simon....it's just that it's so...different now...my name...my work...even my fa..."

She gasped again, as she felt the strap of her dress slide off her well tanned shoulder and a hand cup the weight of her breast, the note forgotten as it slid to the floor...

"Call her back Liz, set up a time for a working interview, I don't want her thinking it's a Disney film but don't scare her away either...And tell me about the other appointments you've set up for me today."

The second strap joined the first, and Liz gasped again, then bit her lip to clear her head before speaking

"There's a real looker at the daylight studio, Benny called a few minutes ago and said you'd like what you saw... I suggested he extend an invitation after she finished her screening... Also that Johnson woman from the agency came by yesterday, still asking questions about that Angel girl...

"Good...Call Malcolm tomorrow morning and tell him...no, ASK him to meet me tomorrow, let him name the place and time, suggest that I have a VERY lucrative business deal just like the last one."

"Anything else?"

"Call Destiny and let her know I'll be there for her last dance, AND that I want her to spend the night with me tonight....no excuses..."

"And?"

"Call my wife and tell her I'll be working late...again"

 

[Sweetp4u]

Angel Lane

Tossing Robert a glare, she followed the man with the clipboard.

Little prick didn't help at all! What kind of sick game was Robert playing at here? And who ever heard of an interview going straight into a fuck scene? She kept her face passive, her eyes were smoldering with her temper but she knew well enough to keep it in check.

Ushered into a small trailer, she was not too surprised to see more than one man present but several. None looked 'sleazy' but looks were deceptive. So which one might know the missing 'angel'?

"Hi." She flashed a smile, hoping it looked as nervous as she should be. Reaching into her bag, she handed over her ID. Pausing, she tried to imagine how someone would feel in this situation, but also if someone was determined they wouldn't really hesitate.

Dropping her bag onto a small chair, she quickly began to strip off her shirt and shorts. "There isn't much to tell I guess... I just need to earn some money and this made more sense than standing on a street corner." She flashed a dimple smile as she stepped out of her shorts.

Leaving on her heels, she tried to ignore the stares. They weren't gawking because they wanted to, they were looking for flaws. Unnerving but she'd get past it. She made quick work of her bra and lastly, her thong. She didn't put any 'tease' into it. If they wanted to be teased, they had to ask it of her.

Standing there nude was a little unsettling to say the least. Many times she felt like walking out of there as she was instructed to turn around slowly. If it weren’t for the missing daughter, she would've because the worst was yet to come.

 

[poohlive]

"What's her story?" Stack leaned over to Benny, looking at the notes. Benny raised his glasses up on his nose, only half glancing at the naked woman in the room.

"Boyfriend wants her to get into the business. He's the uhhh, janitor. Angel..."

"Her name's Angel?"

Benny showed her the driver's liscence, "No, that won't work. We already got an Angel running around making films. No, sweetheart, from now on, your name is Robyn. Robyn Swallows, with a Y. Makes it sound more seductive that way."

Stack paused, looking outside the trailer. The janitor, Robert, who at this moment was helping to carry some props out to the studio.

"Get him in here..."

Benny darted off.

"Good. Not too bad. We'll need some blood work for the lab, make sure you have no diseases and are ok to shoot. John..."

One man came up beside her, asked her to hold out her finger. A simple pin prick, and it was done. He went off to send it to a lab.

"We'll know in the morning, what you got. I'll have Martha, our assistant set up appointments for you this afternoon. Hair teased, manicure, brazilian wax, spend an hour in the tanning booth. No need to call Doctor Stein, her breasts look fantastic... see if he's available in a month or so for a tummy tuck."

They prodded and pointed over her body for a few more minutes. Had her pose, different positions. They made her bend over, lay down and spread her legs. They made her smile, pout, pretend to orgasm. They ran her through a gammut of different ways to sit, stand, bend and beg.

By the time Robert came in, they were pretty much finished.

"Good, Robert. We wanted to see you for just a minute. This is your girlfriend, isn't it?"

Robert looked over at her. He couldn't tell, but he thought he saw a familiar look in her face. Like she had just decided he made number one on his shit list.

"Yeah. She's looking to get into the business."

"She'll make it, don't worry. But, we need a test sample of her work, something solid to show to the studio... today, preferrably. Wanna help us out?"

Robert knew what they wanted. He'd seen it a dozen times with girls who brought their boyfriends in. No need for a blood sample if you fucked someone you knew. Hell, didn't even need a fucking rubber.

"What do you need?"

Stack nodded, "Take off your clothes. Let her seduce you."

Robert paused, walking over to Angel, "I'm sorry Angel, I..."

"No... her name is Robyn now."

He looked at her, cocking his head to one side, as he worn and tattered clothes fell to the ground. He slipped from his boxers, and stood before her. He was already hard, getting to see her naked before him.

"Just sit down, Robert. Let Robyn dance for you, move for you, slowly fuck you. Robyn, this is your audition. Show us you're made to be in the movies."

 

[landiek]

"Having a good night then Angel? Good girl, your my best girl, have fun with the rest of the night." He took the money, and swatted her playfully on the ass to send her on her way again.

Angel wondered how long it would be before he checked that she palmed him twenty-two hundred as she spotted a young fellow at the slots looking like a big winner.

She walked over and slipped some coins into the slot on his left, it ate her coins but she knew that it would as it was the one that never paid off. "Oh poooh.. this just ain't my night."

He fell for that line and offered her a five. Angel slipped it into the machine and as expected it goobled the money quickly. "Guess this isn't my game. I'm Angel... are you here for a visit or on business?"

"Little of both." He replied. "Would you like to join me in the lounge for a bite to eat?"

"If you don't mind treating me.. I just lost my last bit.. plus your five. I was hoping to find my girlfriend that works here.. but you know how it is .. big ole place like this.. a person can get lost.." Angel slipped her arm in his and walked with him to the lounge.

He ordered before they sat at the table, Angel merely smiled and requested a Virgin Mary instead of white wine.

"Under twenty-one, Angel?" He asked as his hand patted hers.

"I just perfer the drink.. keeps me from getting in trouble." Angel smiled as she slipped next to him and rested her other hand on his thigh giving a squeeze.

She smiled often as they just talked and enjoyed the t-bone with baked that he ordered for the both of them.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm had noticed how the stack was heavier than usual, and smiled. "Good girl Angel, you are doing good." He watched as she got another john with the old slot machine trick, and chuckled at him falling for it hook line and sinker. He nodded to the slot attendant and slipped the head slot guy 500 for his work in keeping that machine just right for her. It was his weekly cut, and he gladly paid for it himself, for it got his girls good money everytime.

 

[flithymind]

Frank stiffened and smiled as the new 'trick' in town, Angel sidled up to him.

She was cute, hot too (and she knew it) - but very definitely new in town. And new to Vegas too. She had no idea of the etiquette of "luck" in casinos. You did not just stroll up to a table in this place - that made for all kinds of excuses when someone's luck changed.

Two of the other players glared over at him, and her, and he shrugged her off with a smile and nothing more. He didn't have much time for working-girls like her... 'cept when the mood took him. Or an accute dose of blue-balls... or a debt a hot chick couldn't pay. But that was different, that was business.

Angel soon took the hint and slinked away. Everyone at the table visibly relaxed.

He copped a look at her ass over his shoulder as she gyrated her way across the pit floor - palming money to 'Malcy Mac'... clearly her pimp... figured. Word on the street was the little honey-faced Angel weren't so sweet as she seemed. Word was, her getting paid to suck and fuck was kinda a bonus, as she'd be doin' it anyway. Cock-addict.

He smirked as he watched her cruise over to the slots, pickin' up a 'client' in about 10 seconds-flat. MacDonald had a grin the size of an ocean liner as he watched her too - 'Angel' was clearly good for business.

Frank turned back to the table, wondering where Destiny was with his drink...

 

[landiek]

Angel talked with the man for nearly an hour. He finally gave her no choice as it was not going to lead to a few hours upstairs in his room, but he graciously gave her a fifty to play with before retiring.

Angel sighed as she drank the last dribble of her glass, the shorts riding in her crack uncomfortably. She gave a quick look to the clock on the wall.. not quite midnight, so she went to her fave blackjack table and played with the fifty.

Several gents at the table were drooling as her shirt twisted revealing the swell of her young breasts. They bounced as she leaned forward to trade chips for smaller denominations.

It didn't take long before she was at a craps table with an older man. His suit only made her look like his little girl and he was gifting her with baubles and chips. When he turned to kiss her she parted her lips and licked at his lips. The taste of stale cigars laced his breathe but Angel knew how to keep from getting sick from that stench. Angel quickly tilted her head and nibbled at the bottom of his ear lob, this kept her from having to deal with the smell of cigars.

Before she realized it the man had his hand on her ass and a finger dipping into the slick walls of her cunt. Angel leaned over and whispered in his ear. "Hunny, I'm on duty.. if you want to play the boss has to be paid."

The old man didn't seem bothered with that detail as a quick thousand switched hands and Angel was escorted to the nearest elevators. Inside the closed room, he pressed the eight button, before his hands began to maul her barely covered breasts.

"Oh shit babe.. that is making me hot." Angel began to rub her body against his as the floors blinked by.

Once more his hand was playing at her cunt, teasing her dribbling slit. "Oh Daddy.. that feels so good."

The old man grinned and when the door opened he shoved her to the room. "Looks like Daddy needs to spank your ass little girl.. you got wet too soon."

Angel grinned as this sounded to be a promising fuck.

 

[caela]

"Destiny." he smiled, "Oh how I wish you were my destinty." he smiked, "Looking as lovely as ever. A vodka rocks when you get a moment, if you'd be so kind?"

Destiny chuckled softly at Frank's small joke on her name. It was one she'd heard before - and not just from him - but she usually found it amusing and with the tips she was earning tonight she was in the mood to find even the least funny of jokes amusing.

"You don't want a girl like me Frank, I'd cramp your style in no time," she teased with a grin, her silver eyes shining with mirth. With the practiced ease of a long time waitresss she slid the chips off her tray and into her tip pouch. "I'll have that drink right out for you babe."

Sashaying back through the crowd she continued to work it knowingly. The marks either didn't know or didn't care that they were being worked and most of the natives -like Frank- simply admired her skill at it. Her dancer's grace allowed her to manuever easily even with a full tray and in no time she was returning with Frank's drink.

About to start chatting, and perhaps a little flirting, she glared sharply at the ceiling as her name came over the casino paging system, Destiny Creed to the nearest house phone please, Destiny to the nearest house phone.

Leaning up on her toes she dropped a playful kiss to Frank's cheek and grinned, "Have fun Frank, don't do anything I wouldn't do tonight," she said with a soft laugh before sauntering off to see who the hell was calling her.

"This better fucking be good," she grumbled to herself as she made her way to a house phone and picked it up. "What?!" she snapped sharply.

"Destiny?" a tentative voice said over the phone making Destiny shake her head. She recognized Liz's voice immediatly and as usual was shocked at how timid the girl sounded. She was sweet enough but that scared lil girl routine always drove Destiny nuts.

"Sorry Liz. It's a busy night here but I shouldn't take that out on you, what's up hun?"

"Simon asked me to call Destiny, he wanted me to let you know he'll be there tonight before your last dance and that he expects you free for him this evening...no excuses," the other woman added the last in a whispered voice that made Destiny cringe.

"Thanks Liz, would you let Simon know that I danced early tonight please. I won't be dancing later tonight since I'm covering for one of the waitresses, he'll be able to find me on the gaming floor when he gets here. The shift I'm covering ends at 11 but he came earlier if he wants to," she said aimiably trying to make life easy for Liz.

Destiny got the odd impression that Simon scared Liz, which was something she didn't understand. Simon was never less than charming with her, demanding sometimes (but what man wasn't) and she sensed that there was a ruthlessness in him but he didn't scare her. Ruthless came with the territory if you wanted to do well in this town and Simon had done very well for himself. He didn't really ask a whole lot of her, mostly just that she be available when he wanted her to be. She was more than happy to play by his rules, the rewards were well worth it both sexually and monetarily. She had no delusions that it was true love (he was married and in no hurry to leave his wife) and was content to play by his rules and be his "gal friday" as someone had called her once.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm and Destiny

Malcolm had watched her that night, and thought that she would make good money working for him, much more than what she was making as a dancer and cocktail waitress. He smiled at Destiny as she passed him by on her way back to work after her phone call. "Can I get a drink please Destiny? A Jack and Coke please." He then leaned in whispering into her ear. "If you ever change your mind about working for me darling, the offer still stands, and you can make two to three times what you make doing what you do now, including the tips." He then kissed her on the cheek, as he ran his hand along her nice tight ass and swatted it before sending her on her way.

 

[caela]

"Can I get a drink please Destiny? A Jack and Coke please." He then leaned in whispering into her ear. "If you ever change your mind about working for me darling, the offer still stands, and you can make two to three times what you make doing what you do now, including the tips."

Destiny rolled her eyes at the slap on her ass and at the suggestion that she work for Malcolm, but she also gave him a grin and added a little sway to her ass to soften the blow of so blatantly rejecting his job offer. It was actually a running joke that she was one of the few women in Vegas without a pimp of some sort. She danced, she waitressed and if money got really tight, she stripped but she'd never sold her body. It was simply a line she didn't care to cross.

If she ever did though she wouldn't be letting any pimp take a cut of her money.

The bar was backed up and while she waited for Malcom's Jack and Coke she realized that in many ways she was as much a whore as any prostitute. She was simply a personal whore. After all Since she'd started seeing Simon her money problems had evaporated. He paid her rent, he often bought her groceries (claiming that he wanted to know there was food he could eat in her cupboards when he came over and that she bought crap) and he was generous in his gifts.

Finally getting the drink she'd been sent for she weaved her way back through the crowded casino and deliver it with a warm smile.

"Sorry about the eye roll Malcolm but you know I'm not going to work for you. You have a stable of girls and I simply don't belong in some sort of weird, extroverted harem," she teased with a grin.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

"Oh I know Destiny, but I can try now can't I?" He smiled and slipped her a hundred dollar bill as a tip, and thanked her for the drink. He then went back to watching the crowd for girls that looked like they could use a new job, or for someone that was looking for a trick. "You know where to send them if they ask tho Destiny, and you also know that I treat my girls right." He smiled and went about his business. He knew that Destiny would send girls to her if they were looking, and she also knew that he paid her well for the new talent. He sipped his drink, and stuck a couple hundred dollars into the big machine, knowing that one day it would hit for him, just not right now. This was one of his bigger sins, but along with being one of the biggest pimps in the business, he was also known as a whale with the management, he was a Hi-roller, and wasn't afraid to spend money in the establishments. He tipped quite well, and spent a quite a bit of money gambling. He also made quite a bit also, so he wasn't worried.

 

[landiek]

The room was definitely a suite as the house like features trickled into view. The old man quickly fixed drinks and handed her the fixed drink. Angel quickly caught on due to the faint almond aroma of the glass. She faked a few sips then sat on the sofa that stretched out across the room.

"Ohh I feel so feathery." Angel lied with a burst of giggles.

This pleased her companion as he started to remove his clothes. "Take off your clothes."

Angel slipped off the top easily but she slowly removed the skin tight denim shorts. She bent over to get the waistband over her thighs and He ogled her perk ass cheeks and wet shiny slit..

He moved behind her cramming three cold fingers into the peeking hole. Angel did not like this as it left her unable to do anything and his fingers were wide with untrimmed nails. Instead she played on the problem.

"ohhhhhh, Dadddddie.. mmmmmm"

This excited him more and he was pounding her cunt with the hand, sloshing the fingers in and out of her hole. Once Angel was on the verge of cumming he slapped her bare ass and then ordered her not to spill his drink.

Angel looked over her shoulder and wondered what the hell he meant by that.

He shoved her to the table and pushed her over it so that her cunt was at the edge. She felt him rub her cunt hole with those fingers rougher then earlier, making her whimper with concern.

"Hold still.. this won't hurt if you hold still." he moved about her bottom and she could hear him opening and closing drawers to the right of the table.

"Daddy.. please.. I'll be a good girl.. please.. please." Angel grew worried as she heard the water running.

Then she felt it, plastic coming into her pussy, followed by a warmth.. "Daddy's gonna wash that hole out.. before you give him a drink."

The rush of warm water filled her cunt as he shoved the baster further into her. Then she felt his fingers rub the muscle, slowly fucking her hole with the baster. Angel tried to relax and take his deviant perversion but the bumps of the outside of the plastic raked her cunt walls and ring.

"Ohhhh Daddddie, I'm gonna cum." Angel lied as her breathe was tightening in her chest.

Angel was jerked back and the liquid came pouring from her cunt into his face and some splashing into his open mouth. Angel felt sick to her stomache seeing his smile and his hand stroking over the small knob of skin that comprised of his cock.

When the liquid stopped flowing from her slit, he moved back to the couch and grinned. "You can dress, now.... maybe I will see you again, little girl. There's three hundred on the desk. Have fun baby girl."

Angel scooped her clothes up and grabbed her shirt, the money in one hand and she quickly fled to the elevator. Thankfully it was empty and she rushed to her special room twelve ten, once the doors opened to her floor she was spotted by a few staffers that quickly grabbed a towel and wrapped her. One escorted her to the room and another called the manager.

The manager called up to her room. Angel quickly assured him that she was fine, that her pants ripped and fell off before she could get to her room. However her escort was told the truth about the man in eight fifteen.

"We'll take care of it, just get a bath. " Craig reassured her. "No beating.. just inform him that his credit is overextended and he needs to check out before we call the police."

Angel merely nodded and walked to the bathroom, she heard the door close adn she quickly went to lock it. Once that was taken care of she rang Macolm's beeper and punched 911 # 815. That would let him know that was someone to avoid by other girls. Angel took off her shirt again and laid the three hundred on the counter, the rest she slipped into the safe by her bed.

"God, how did I misread that old bastard?" Angel mused as she slipped to the whirling tub of water.

 

[Donalddeutsch]

Malcolm and Angel

Malcolm got the message, and sent her one also. "10-20/15" meaning that he will be up there in 15 minutes to check to make sure she was alright. He then went to see what the gentleman, he used that in loose terms, of room 815 was about. He met up with the manager and his security guards and nodded to them on the way up.

"All I ask is 5 minutes with him alone after your done with him. He needs to know not to mess with my girls."

The manager nodded and they walked up to the room, and Malcolm waited outside. When the manager and his security guards left the room, Malcolm walked in. "I am telling you this right now, you will leave my girls all alone, and all ladies of the night alone in this town, or I will find out about it, and you won't like the circumstances that happens." He walked up to him and smirked. He took and made him sing. Slugging him in the solar plexus, then stomping on his instep with his heavy boots, broke his nose, then made sure that he would never do something like this again for a long time, by making him sing soprano permanently unless he got it looked after. "Now I would take and have that looked at that. You are no longer wanted or welcomed in Vegas sir, so I would leave if I was you." He glared at him and then left the room nodding at the security on his way out with a chuckle. "You won't have any more trouble with him, no I didn't kill him, but I wanted to. I need to go check on Angel."

He then went up to Angel's private room, and knocked softly on the door, before letting himself in with his key. He had a key to all the rooms that his girls had as their private spaces, just in case of something like this happening. "You ok Angel? It's me Malcolm."

 

[caela]

"Oh I know Destiny, but I can try now can't I?"

Destiny laughed softly and pocketed the tip he'd given her. Of course he could ask...and did...often. They both knew it was a joke though and he was right, if she came across a girl looking for that sort of work she'd send her Malcolm's way. He always paid well for new talent. Watching him wander off she couldn't help but grin as she thought about the ways this town could twist and turn you if you let it. It was a world unto itself really which was part of the reason she stayed. Once you'd grown up in Vegas there was just nowhere else you could live because you just couldn't integrate into "normal" society.

Watching Malcolm disappear into the crowd she too melted away and went back to work. By now her feet were starting to kill her but you'd never know it to look at her. The soft smile never faltered and the exotic (but clean cut) good looks drew her both male and female customers and now that it was getting later they also drew her bigger tips.

Her mind was only half on the crowd now though. Simon had called which meant that he'd want her tonight. She'd have to gauge his mood when he got there before deciding if just getting a room at the casino was a good idea or if going back to her place was. If he intended to spend the night then she'd take him back to her place (she never slept well in any bed but her own) but if all he wanted was a roll in the sack she could do that and be back on the floor in a few hours by getting a room at the casino.

As she thought about it her eyes started scanning the crowd. She could sense him lurking about somewhere but had known him long enough now to know that she wouldn't see him until he wanted her to...not that it stopped her from trying. It was like a game for her...instead of "Where's Waldo" she played "Where's Simon?"

 

[BLACK BART]

"She said you can pick her up at eleven, or earlier if you choose, and that she's done dancing?"

Liz lay shivering on the floor as Simon hovered between her legs, her body bucking against his face as he pushed her over another peak and just as rapidly towards another.

Still, her eyes showed a wariness that Simon saw as he lifted his own juice shined face to look at her, and as he nodded and moved away from her she breathed a sigh of relief.

"Then I best clean myself up and do just that, don't you agree...Liz?"

Simon didn't wait for an answer, he saw the fear in the womans eyes as she lay quietly at his feet and stared up at him, and he sighed.

"Come now Liz...What is in the past, stays buried there..."

"If you say so Simon"

Thier eyes met, and for an instant Liz's eyes lost the scared look and softened, to show a longing and wanting that spoke of another time and place...and deeper passion.

"I'm sorry Simon...."

She choked out the words and then rolled, trying to hide the tears, and the knowledge that she had lost something too precious to place a value on.

The apology was wasted, for Simon was already in the shower at the back of his offices, making quick work of the "clean up" before redressing into a carefully tailored suit that cost ten times what an honest made in a month.

"I'll be back in the morning Liz, and we'll talk..."

And then he was gone, leaving the woman crying on the floor behind him, his face devoid of emotion, or care.

The ride over to the casino was blessedly quiet, Simon allowing his mind to consider the woman he once knew and the events that led her to become a different person, and of the weakness he allowed himself in keeping her near him because of those memories.

Laughing at himself he cut off the memories, and as he stepped onto the curb and into the false, harsh daylight provided by the overhead neon.

Again Simon Banks became the well groomed and polite gentleman, and as he moved through the crowd he acknowledged any and all that met his smiling face, offering his hand or words in return as he forced himself to work slowly through the crowd.

Business, it was all business...Money changed hands on a small scale in one corner, in a larger scale in the next, each deft move almost seemingly casual but deadly serious...

So it was with him, his face and body relaxed and carefully polite, his hard eyes hidden behind the set of dark glasses he only removed for special occasions...

"If you let me I could save you from the endless hours of having your ass grabbed and having to smile at each man that does it..."

This was one of those occasions, for as Destiny turned her deftly removed the shades and slid them into a pocket, standing quietly to admire the well shaped figure before him as she turned to face him.

Stepping forward he smiled and kissed her gently, the move serving the dual purpose of satisfying his male wanting...and letting everyone around them know that "the Lady is spoken for"....

"It would cost you nothing more than you're willing to offer in return, and I could finally see you in an evening gown."

 

[caela]

"If you let me I could save you from the endless hours of having your ass grabbed and having to smile at each man that does it..."

Destiny grinned hearing the voice behind her and spun deftly to face Simon. She was glad there were no drinks on her tray at the moment as she let it fall to her side and tipped her face up for his kiss. He was an excellant kisser and she couldn't help wondering just how many other women he'd kissed in his life to make him so good at it...part of her wanted to thank them.

"It would cost you nothing more than you're willing to offer in return, and I could finally see you in an evening gown."

A laugh filled her sparkling silver eyes and she playfully nipped at his lower lip while grinning up at him.

"You already do more than enough for me Simon, thanks to you for the first time I'm not working two or three jobs just to make ends meet. I'd feel guilty if I let you set me up like some "kept woman" out of a novel," she said and snuggled in against his side, her eyes shinging as his arm wrapped around her waist. "As for the evening gown all you have to do is say when and where and you know I'll dress up for you."

Steering him deftly through the casino she saw her managers eyes widen with surprise until he recognized Simon. Once recognition filled his gaze he nodded to Destiny letting her know she was free for the rest of the night. It was nearly 11 anyway so he wouldn't be crunched for waitresses for that long...beside he knew that if Simon was only visiting for a couple hours she'd come back and cover the a.m. rushes for him.

Leaning up she kissed Simon's cheek softly before drawing back from him, "I'll be right back, just let me change out of my work clothes and I'm all yours."

Darting into the locker room she changed in less than 5 minutes and was back outside ready to leave with him. Her jean clung to her firm ass in a way that made men's eyes follow it's gentle sway as she walked and a dark red halter top showed off just a strip of her taught stomach while coming up and covering her entire chest and leaving her arms and back bare. Perfect for a warm Vegas night. The hair had come out of the ponytail and now floated loosely to the middle of her back like a dark cape.

"Ready?" she asked Simon while reaching out to lace her fingers through his.

 

[landiek]

"You ok Angel? It's me Malcolm."

Angel didn't hear him as she was washing her hair and running water at the same time. She felt better after the bath but made a mental note about old men, over 60 leave them alone unless a stepper or pre-arranged

Angel came out of the bathroom nude as she planned on dressing for her three am date with Keal. That was when she noticed Malcolm in her room, and jumped being statled.

"Oh Crikes, when did you get here?" Angel asked quickly as she glanced for her clothes, before recalling that she put up her extra money.

After his words of concern she just nodded. "It just went scary and I freaked."

"He went into a kink that I wasn't able to handle, think he raked my cunt.. it hurts a little bit but nothing different then six hours of filming a fuck." Angel explained.

Angel sat down as Malcolm gave her that long speech about tricks that were bad, how to escape, and the marker rule. Sometimes when he would get rolling on something it made her think of her Dad. Yet this was different, He protected her and saw to it that she had what she wanted, which was cock.

"I'm gonna go inactive til three, okay?" She asked with a sound of hopefulness as Keal had one hell of a cock.