Broken Wing Truck Stop and Casino

[dr_mabeuse]

There’s a town just outside of Vegas called Broken Wing. It’s hardly more than a smudge of neon against the black sky at night, a glorified truck-stop, a big parking lot, a restaurant with a bar and casino attached, a trucker’s motel with hourly rates, no questions asked.

The big rigs and tourists come laboring up Angel Pass and like to stop here before topping the mountain and starting that long glide down into Vegas proper. They cool their engines, grab a beer, or cop some Z’s or something else in the motel while they get their game faces on for their big time down in the neon wilderness.

We also catch them coming the other way too, back from Vegas, more likely than not burned out and broke, maybe even in debt and running for their lives. They all pass through here because they know I’ll give them a break. I’ve got sympathy to offer and cash to lend, and I’m always ready to deal. Make me an offer.

Just remember that I don’t run a charity. Everyone pays, sooner or later. You need air-fare home? You can bus tables or deal blackjack if there's an opening. If you want to pay it off quicker there’s truckers and gamblers who’ll probably pay you for your company, either in the motel or right in their rigs. I get a percentage of the gross, and maybe a percentage of the goods too if I think you’re worth it.

I own the place. I’m also Sheriff of the town of Broken Wing, what there is of it: a café, a jail and a pawnshop, a few houses for some of the people who work at Broken Wing. But mostly it’s a ghost town since the interstate passed us by. We get a lot of hot in the daytime and a lot of freeze-your-ass at night, and wind all the time. The wind is free. Not much else around here is.

I’m also Justice of the Peace, which means I’m pretty much the all the Law there is around here. That’s fine with me, and I don’t hear many complaints from anyone else.I can arrest you, sentence you, and throw your ass in jail and lock you in myself. I don't have to do that much. More likely, some big winner will come in and pay me for the priveldge of locking her up and playing a round of Slut in the Slammer. Whatever. I'm amenable.

My name’s Elliot. Elliot what? Elliot “Sir” will do for you. I'm always around. Just ask anyone who works here and they'll find me.

Now what can I do for you?

 

[shereads]

Three-time freshman and possible virgin seeks restroom, job, romance

OOC:

Candy Helvitica, age 21, was totally stoked about quitting school for a while to find herself, see America, lose her virginity* and forget about her failed bid to make the cheerleading squad at the University of South Carolina ("Go Cocks!") Life on the road was pretty good until recently. But just now, it's a little scary.

Candy has just realized that

(a) she's not lost in Nebraska, she's lost in Nevada
(b) the fuel guage is hovering at the bottom of "E"
(c) she should have stopped in the last town to pee. Granted, there are even fewer cars out here than trees, but no self-respecting Carolina girl and non-practising Southern Baptist would do a thing like that in public. Okay, there was that one time at the Tri-Delt picnic, but nobody saw...Whatever.
(d) the air-conditioner just quit.

Damn Geo Prism! (Oops. Sorry, God.)
Fucking hellhole Nevada. (Sorry Mom and Dad.)

Later, Candy will wonder whether it was her prayers or her curses that delivered the Geo, gasping and steaming, into the...town? truckstop? collection of double-wide trailers? Ever the optimist, Candy will call it a town.

The town of Brok*n W*n*, population ***. Lots of bullet holes in signs out here. Lots of bored people with guns...

Right now, Candy would walk into Hell itself if it had a public restroom. She'd also buy some gas, if she hadn't lost the last of her trip fund at the slots back there in...Hey, that must have been Las Vegas! Cool. And look, there's another casino right here at the truckstop!

Things are looking up for Candy Helvetica. And it's about time. Life as a three-year freshman and the only remaining virgin* at Carolina wasn't as much fun as you'd imagine. It's good for some laughs at cheerleader tryouts, but not much else.

There's even toilet paper in the restroom. And the big, bearded guy who gave her the key is completely hot. Now all Candy needs is a run of luck at the slots, a place to stay, a job that doesn't require much skill, a new engine for the Geo, and a man who's willing to end her virginity - and who won't laugh if it turns out she's not one. Welcome to Broken Wing, Candy.


*Candy's not sure she's a virgin. She tried to eliminate the problem by seducing her biology professor in the parking lot at the Steak 'n Ale, but he may have pulled out in time. He got totally pissed and she never worked up the courage to ask him if he - if she - if they "did it."

 

[LilAshley]

Ashley

OOC:
Description...5' 5 115lbs with blonde hair and pink highlights, blue eyes and a dancers sexed up, silicone body. My 36c chest on my petite frame made me look right out of a porn video.

IC:
It had been 2 years now since I ran away from home. I couldn't take any more of my mean step-dad grabbing my ass, walking in on me in the shower, comming up behind me and slapping hic cock on my face, it was all too much.

So I ran to the bright lights of vegas. I found a strip club and I was making great money. Then I got drug into the night life, lots of partying, meeting the people who ran the town, being a groupie for bands passing through. Then it all came to a screaming stop, the strip club got busted for doing more than table dances in the back and selling drugs. I had to find another club, but nobody would take me on in that city after they knew where I used to work.

I found a trucker leaving the town and left with him. Being his little play toy until we pulled into the first decent place. Thinking about working a few clubs here and there until I found a good place to settle down in.

Thats when I found the Broken Wing Casino. A perfect little place to run a few hustles on some men and make away with some good money. Unfortunately, I wasn't very good and after 3 days in the town I was already caught with $5,000, and stealing more chips.

Now here I am, the holding cell in the casino security area. Sitting on a crude stainless steel bench. All I have is what I have on, which wasn't much,(a short little black skirt, tight pink sequined tube top, no bra and a tiny black thong along with my 5 inch platform dancning knee high boots). I rolled my eyes as I saw the security gaurd peek slowly up my thighs again. Wondering how I was going to get out of this one.

 

[shereads]

Candy Helvetica

They're really strict here!

I saw this one girl get busted for stealing some chips. The security guard said something about melons, too. She didn't look hungry, but you never know. Those highlights are definitely not the work of a professional colorist, so I guess she must be pretty hard up.

It's not like I was, you know, eavesdropping? But it's hard not to notice hair like hers, plus the security guard was carrying a bullwhip.

Hells Angels, meet Indiana Jones.

I hope the pink-haired chick will be okay, but I have my own problems. I haven't eaten since the free buffet at Circus Circus, which wasn't entirely free if you count the $300 I lost at the slot machines. I have ten bucks and change left, and this time I have a strategy: don't get greedy! Win just enough for car repairs, dinner, and a room for the night.

Shouldn't take long...Ooh, there's the guy with the beard, who supposedly owns this place. Doesn't look like he's from around here, though. He's tough, but not a thug type. Kind of professor-y looking...My one weakness!

Jeezus, Candy, don't even think about it!

 

[prometheus 2]

Riley

OOC: Riley... Just Riley. In the Navy where he spent four useless year they called him Riley. Nobody knew for sure if it was his last name or his first name and nobody much cared much including him. He got so used to it that he almost forgot himself no matter he kind'a liked it that way.

6' 1" 220 lbs
leathery tan complexion
scar acros his right cheek
fighter, drinker, lover, whatever the occasion requires or strikes his fancy.
black wavy hair down around his ears, coal black eyes.

IC: "What the fuc...." He'd thought the blonde bitch who picked him up 100 miles back just as they crossed the Nevada border wanted to play. biding his time he made small talk for an hour and then proceeded to feel her up. She ignored him until his fingers found the hem of her panties under her short skirt and he stuck them boldly into her wet cunt. Now she was screeching to a stop and pulling a shinny 38 from under the seat.

"This must be your stop she said quietly." as she released the safety.

He rolled to the side figuring he was about to meet his maker, opening the passenger door at the same time and hitting the pavement.

"Damn I hate when that happens he growled as he watched the Chevy tahoe speed away.

In the next instant it screeched to a stop and the blonde got out and opening the rear door grabbed his seabag and tossed it in the ditch. She glared at it for a moment and then carefully taking a bead on it filled it full of bullet holes. Smirking in his direction she hollered. "A little foreplay might have been nice, sailor. have a nice life." She jumped in the car and was gone.

Picking himself up and spitting a chunk of gravel out of his mouth he lumbered ahead and grabbed his bag.

A few miles up the road he came to the Broken Wing casino, bar and resturant rolled into one. Inside it wasn't much cooler than outside but at least the god damn sun wasn't shinning on the back of his neck. He paused his eyes adjusting to the lack of light and then made his way to the bar where he ordered a whisky straight up and a beer on the side.

 

[shereads]

Candy Helvetica, half an hour older and an hour wiser

OOC: The score is Casino $10, Candy 0. Broke, defeated, and feeling nothing at all like the girl who graduated near the top of her class at Abbeville High, Candy slumps on the floor of the casino lobby, leaning back against the slot machine that accepted the last of her trip fund. She never made it past the lobby slots; how the hell will she make it to L.A.?

She sniffs, wipes her nose and her tears on the sleeve of a once-clean crinkle-cotton hippie-shirt from J. Crew. The failure to use a Kleenex makes her feel like the lowest of the low, and who cares anyway? She's already doomed to Hell (maybe; as an agnostic raised a Baptist, she'll always wonder) for gambling away the last of her trip money. The cash had been a gift from Aunt Betty-Ellen, in exchange for Candy's promise to return to college once she'd Found Herself On The Open Road.

Stranded, broke, hungry, probably smelly (the Geo lost its a/c an hour before the engine died of sunstroke) and feeling singularly stupid, Candy doesn't think life can get any worse. Until she sees that her mascara wiped off onto her sleeve. Now she's sobbiing for real.

IC:

I must l-l-look like a total sl-sl-ut, a total loser slut. I h-hate fucking Nevada, I hate this fucking linoleum floor, I h-hate Broken W-wing! I'd k-kill for a bag of Cheetos. And a p-pedicure...Oh, god, my toenail polish is peeling! Momma!

 

[dr_mabeuse]

I noticed Suzy Co-ed the minute she pulled up in her dust-streaked Geo. I’ve seen bikinis bigger than the cut-offs she was wearing and I suppose her top was real and not just painted on, but I couldn’t really tell from where I was standing. She got out of the car and spread her map out on the roof, stood there with that fresh little never-been-plucked ass sticking out, pressed her over-ripe tits against the side window of her car and proceeded to study her options.

I usually don’t have much use for little vixens like her, college girls. They never know much as they think they do, and I really don’t have the time or inclination to teach them. I prefer a woman who’s had some experience, who knows what how to treat a man, who doesn’t giggle when you go down on them. Virgins are highly over rated in my book.

But this one was different. This type of girl usually travels in large, protective packs, and cutting one out and running her down can be a lot of trouble, but this one was alone. Interesting.

Secondly she had a body just made for fucking, and either she knew it and was showing it off or she was dumber than a box of rocks. Either alternative was kind of interesting.

Third, she really looked like she might be in trouble. I’m not the kindest, most considerate guy on the planet, but I don’t like seeing people suffer either.

I went inside, took care of some business, and by the time I came out, there she was in the lobby, tears running down her face.

“Excuse me Ms.” I said softly, “But if you’re looking to win some cash, I’d recommend Big George over there.”

Big George was the big dollar sucker slot that stood right by the doorway, the one with the huge wheel and all the lights. It was rigged.

She brushed the tears away from her eyes with the back of her wrist and tried to smile. Her chin started trembling and she said, “Thank you, but it’s too late. I…I…”

Before she could finish I pulled a silver dollar out of my pocket and gave it to her.

“You look like your luck is about to change.” I said. “I’ve got a gift for these things, and I’ve got a strong feeling that your luck is about to change.”

“I couldn’t,” she said. “That’s very kind, but I couldn’t”

“Sure you could.” I said.

I slid off the stool I, gently took her arm and led her over in front of Big George. Her skin was soft and warm.

“I know all these machines and this is the one you want to play.” I said.

She looked up at me. “Do you work here?”

I smiled at her. “Owner.” I said. It felt great to say that. I don’t think it ever felt better.

I slid the dollar into Big George. She put her tiny hand on the enormous lever but I stopped her.

“Hold on.” I said. I fit my little key into the lock that was under the pay-out slot and turned it. If she knew what I was doing, she didn’t show it.

I said, “Okay. Give it a good pull now.”

She pulled on the lever, then tried two hands. It hardly budged.

“Let me give you a hand.” I said.

I went behind her and put my hand over hers on the lever. She was so small that I easily covered both her hands with one of mine. I moved close enough behind her so I could smell the dessert sun in her hair, and that faint but unmistakable scent of a sexual woman. I hadn’t been aware of being especially horny before, but her smell just got to me.

I put my arms around her waist for leverage and felt her bare skin, pulled her back against me and then, before she could object, I pulled down on that big lever.

Down it came, the gears meshed and the tumblers spun with a satisfying mechanical hum. She watched transfixed as one gold bar came up, then another.

I pushed her forward slightly so she was standing closer to the pay out slot just as the last gold bar clicked into place, and before she could draw breath to shout her delight, a stream of silver coins came gushing out of the slot and cascaded over her naked thighs, then another, and another as all of George’s lights and whistles went off at once and she stood there squealing in excitement.

“Looks like you won!” I said.

 

[prometheus 2]

Riley

An hour later and I got a job allready, securituy guard boy did I step in shit and come out smelling like a rose. I already seen who I was guarding. this cute little chick probably a run away, but I could tell she'd been around street smart as hell, gonna have to keep my eye on her, blonde with pink highlights, real fine. Right now I'm looking up her short black skirt, she aint tring to hide anything and a thong is all thats covering her pussy. Remembering the advice of the blonde who got me here I figure I'd better treat her like a lady if I was going to get some of that pussy.

"Hey girl," I say as I walk in her direction, trying not to stare at her voluptous breasts. "Down on your luck, maybe I can help.

 

[shereads]

Candy Helvetica

“Excuse me Ms. But if you’re looking to win some cash, I’d recommend Big George over there.”

If it looks like a slut, needs cash like a slut, and is sitting on the linoleum among the cigarette butts, it's a slut, right? Can't blame George and his friend for getting the wrong idea.

That was my first thought.

Then I wondered - for like a nanosecond - if it really was the wrong idea. All things considered.

My next thought was, "Whoa, Nelly! If his legs are this big, what must his - his - shoe size be!"

The sexy voice with the insulting suggestion was coming from way, way up above me, atop solidly muscled legs encased in the world's luckiest pair of Levis. Seriously, I was barely at kneecap level when I looked up from the floor, or my face would have been no more than a foot from his - his - upper thighs and abdomen.

And this one called his friend, "Big" George?

Then I realized he was Sexy Bearded Guy, the one I'd noticed when I first arrived, and he was trying to help me out. Thank God I hadn't blurted out something unbelievably immature, such as what I originally thought he was suggesting. As if a man would want sex with a woman whose mascara had run!

He helped me up, his hand like completely swallowing mine. His eyes had this presence, this depth, that wasn't kind or exactly mean, but was definitely "in charge." Not just in charge of the casino, but in charge of himself, in charge of me, in charge of the whole damn desert and all the people who got lost there.

I would have done whatever he wanted right then, even if Big George had not been a slot machine. (Mental note: always shave your legs in the morning, even if you have nothing planned for the day except an uneventful drive. And wear cute underwear. Because you never know.)

After the eye contact - which was when I knew we were soulmates or should at least tongue-kiss to find out for sure - the next few minutes I remember only as a blur of Aramis and damp panties.

Somehow he ended up standing behind me, his strong hands covering mine, and the two of us were yanking George's lever.

A girl squealed with excitement, and I realized it was me. I think he thought it was about the money.

 

[LilAshley]

Ashley

I slowly got up from my bench and strutted over to the security gaurd. "You think you can hellp me out huh?" I said in a curious voice. Knowing I could easily play this right and get out of this cell with a little striptease or maybe even less. This guy seemed pretty glued to my body. "This was going to be cake" I thought to myself.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

She stood there in the pile of coins, a big ecstatic smile on her face. Actually, all of that silver was was quarters--we liked George's jackpot to look big--but to her it must have looked like a sizeable fortune.

She bent over and grabbed a double handful, stood up and let the money run through her fingers. I watched her not so much because I was impressed with her winnings, but for the way her bulges shifted as she leaned forward and stood back up, the way she filled up that top.

There was something else too: when I'd covered her hands with mine I'd felt it, something brief but unmistakble to a man of my particular predilections: a quick, passing thrill, a sudden, involuntary surrender like a little swoon when my hands covered hers.

I knew what that meant, even if she didn't. Even if she had no idea that she'd even shown that temporary submission, I recognized it, and my body had immediately gone on high alert. It was one of the things I always looked for in a woman but rarely found, and almost never in someone as young and ripe as she.

I put on a big smile and stepped near.

"Just leave that, honey," I said in my best good-old-boy voice. "I'll have the boys shovel it up and turn it into some real money for you Ms..."

"Candy" she said with a big smile.

"Candy" I repeated, feeling just like the spider when Ms Fly started shaking his web.

"Meanwhile," I said, "I believe I owe you a free dinner, compliments of the Broken Wing Casino and Truck Stop. It's tradition, you know."

She seemed a bit bewildered and reluctant to step away from that pile of change. But really, when it was finally counted and stacked, all that money probably amounted to less than I could charge some high roller for an hour with this one.

I grabbed her by the arm and easily helped her to her feet. I gave her a little squeeze and again was rewarded with that unmistable thrill that ran through her body, a little shudder. I smiled and escorted her to the best table in the house.

 

[shereads]

Candy Helvetica

For a moment, I was aware that this mountain of coins might be the solution to all my problems. Not that I could remember what my problems were, exactly.

Sexy Bearded Man was looking at me the way I look at a pint of Haagen Daz Chocolate Peanut Butter. Then he asked to buy me dinner. Suddenly, I loved Broken Wing, Nevada. I loved truck stops. I loved the Geo Prism for bringing me here, and for stranding me here.

"God, he's so hot," I was thinking as he led me to his - our? - special table. Not in the diner, but in the casino restaurant, with table clothes. He seemed oblivious to the layer of road dust I was wearing, but I wished there had been time for a shower. I wanted him to be proud of me.

Was this love? Was it too soon to know? Would he want children?

Would he think less of me when he found out I'd changed my major six times and was still a freshman, not to mention a partial virgin, at age 21?

And what was his name? Had he told me?

All I knew for certain was that this man's touch made my knees weak...His touch and the fact that I hadn't eaten since I left Las Vegas.

Then the wierdest thing happened.

I opened the menu, and my glance fell on the word, "whipped."

Whipped?

There was a feeling like deja vu, but...naughty. Nasty, even. And so strong I felt my whole body shudder. I think I knocked over an empty glass.

"Is something wrong, Candy?"

"Oh god, no. I saw 'pie with whipped cream' and just lost control for a second...I love whipped pie! Cream, I mean. Pie with whipped cream...You have the strongest hands."

 

[Destiny]

Tall Blonde

OOC : Being on the tall side of 5'9", Sarina's bearing is gracefully from years of practice and of course the schools she was sent to abroad drill that into the young ladies of high society. Her long blonde hair flows to her waist the ends curling slightly. Her face is framed by a few of the golden wisps, as she looks back at your gaze on her, her emerald green eyes seem to darken slightly. They are framed by dark lashes and seem to stare at you with an intelligent glow. Her peaches and cream complexion show off the healthy glow of years spent out in the sun at play or sports. As your gaze travels lower, her neck flows into her shoulders with that perfection that draws attention to, it a single silver chain encases it with an pendant that hangs from it.
She is currently wearing a white silken wrap dress that hugs her figure like a glove. the material crossing over her chest and wrapping once to tie at her hip. the sleeves of the dress are capped off at the shoulder and show off to perfection a silver armband that has a matching design to the necklace she wears. The next thing you notice is her legs, the length of them hugged by a pair of white opaque stockings with a thin white line that runs the length of them down the back of her legs, her feet are slipped into a pair of clear plactic shoes that arch her feet and draw attion to the lean length of her calves. Wealth and breeding of made her what she is today. Strength and Intelligence will get her through the rest.



IC: She was pissed damn man shouldn't be allowed to be left alive but what the hell could she do when he was there in HER hotel room naked fucking the damn maid for christ sakes. That will teach her to not bother with band mambers again. She roars up into the parkinglot of the casion in the out of way place Dust billowing up around the car as she screeches to a halt. She would call now and cancel the hotel room and pay for her time there and let them know someone had broken into her room and gove his description that would teach him to be unfaitful, nevermind that they had only known each other for two weeks. Stepping from the car her hands slide along her waist and hips as she stands int he bright white sun of the Nevada desert. Without giving much thought to the men gawking and looking her over she begins to head to what can only be described as a warehouse of sorts, hopefully the place has a phone. Stepping into the cool dark lobby of tghe truck stop/Casino Sarina slowly removes her sunglasses and waits to let her dark blue eyes adjust to the darker interior of the building she has choosen to enter.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

She was excited, a little intimidated, a lot impressed, and wonderful to watch as she talked and ate, ate and talked. She had the appetite of a young animal with teeth to match, almost disgustingly healthy, and it felt good just to be near her when she was nourishing that body. I envied every piece of filet and forkful of baked potato that went between her lips and down her throat, destined to become part of that wonderful body. I kept on ordering and she kept on eating.

I told he my name and we shook hands. She was the real thing, and all-American coed, jigglingthrough life as she knew it with her shoulders back and her knees together, eyes on the prize.

Sometimes I think God must be running out of biographies, you hear the same ones over and over. She'd had the usual string of boyfriends, all of them apparenly as mega-middleclass and straight as she was, they came and went in her life with a lot of herartbreak to her, but not much real impact as far as I could tell; they all seemed alike to me, and it was obvious none of them had found the key to unlock her heart or her legs.

She herself had taken to the road in a pique of Wild Adventurism, only to find that it wasn't quite so collegiate out here, had quickly run through her money and ended up in Broken Wing as did so many others, and like so many others I might have just let her take her $500 dollars and go back to the University of Claptrap, slapped myself on the back for being such a swell fellow, and it let it go at that. But as I watched those white teeth sink into that pink and juicy steak I kept on thinking of how she had felt in my arms, that little shudder of surrender she had made when she'd felt my strength, and I couldn't keep from wondering whether she would shudder the same way when I pushed my cock between those long legs. I had a gut feeling that she was the real deal: a true submissive who so far had no idea of her real calling. I couldn't let her go without finding out for myself.

She was just finishing up her hot fudge sundae and I was watching the way the white icecream coated her lips and the way she licked it off when I was suddenly seized with a powerful compulsion.

"You missed some." I said, and I ran my little finger around the rim of her dish, gathering a little dab of whipped cream on it.

I held my finger up to her face and showed it to her.

She'd been telling me about the third or fourth boyfriend named Roger who she'd dumped because of his being immaturem but she stopped talking when she saw my finger there in front of her face. She looked at me nervously, then at my fingerm dripping with ice cream, and again at me.

"Finish it." I said softly, and I moved my finger towards her mouth.

Candy smiled weakly, saw that I was serious, and opened her lips. I stopped just at her mouth and looked into her eyes. She wasn't smiling now.

I took my finger and ran it across her lower lip, smearing it with icecream. Her lip was warm and I felt it quiver. I pulled my finger back and just nodded to her, and her little pink tongue came out and wiped the ice cream off her lip, sucking it up.

There was still adrop of ice cream on my finger tip. I offered it to her and she closed her eyes and leaned forward, her tongue coming out.

I grabbed her hair and pulled her head back hard against the back of the booth and her eyes opened, frightened. I smiled at her. Her chest was rising and falling and her nipples were as hard as little bullets.

"You want this?" I asked her in a whisper.

She nodded slowly.

I put my finger between her lips and she closed her eyes and opened her mouth. She started to suck at my finger but I kept on pressing into her, pushing my finger down her throat. Candy whimpered and relaxed her throat, dropping her jaw so I could get my hand into her wet, sucking mouth and she moaned softly. I could feel the inside of her throat with my fingers, soft and hot and wet. I could feel he swallowing to keep from gagging. SHe began to sink into the seat of the booth.

I held her like that for awhile and she didn;t gag, didn't resist me. When I pulled my hand out she blinked several times and then looked at me, shocked at her own behavior and clearly wanting more.

I took her arm and picked her up from the booth.

"Come on." I said. "There's a room waiting for us. Candy, you don't know just how lucky you are. You just found the one man in maybe the whole state who knows just what you want and is ready to give it to you. Now lets get you out of those clothes and into some nice, clean ropes."

She looked at me in confusion. She was excited and scared. "Where are you taking me?"

"To the best room in the place. My own private suite. We're going to have a private party and I'm going to introduce you to someone you've been dying to meet: your true self."

 

[Destiny]

Moving through the room....

Sarina slides the glasses up and along her hair as she moves throught the truckstop/Casino. her eyes having adjusted to the dimlight and the loud noise was soon beginning to fade. She would head to the back of the place you always have to head to the back of the place for the phone, no one EVER keep them in the front. We all know why tooo money, you pass a machine or food or souvenoirs....like she needs any of that stuff. Finally reaching tha back she locates the phone and begins to dial the call....shit the phone is dead just her luck. Lifting her head she begins to look around maybe they will let her use one of the house phones.

 

[shereads]

Candy Helvetica

"You missed some," he said. And he ran his little finger around the rim of my dish, gathering a little dab of ice cream on it. "Finish it."

Back in Abbeville, I licked a guy's finger once - you know, just to see his reaction? Sweat broke out on his forehead, and his eyes got so big I thought they'd pop out of his head. Poor Roger. Then he suggested something disgusting, in fact he begged for it. I didn't even like Roger that way, and I could no more imagine me with his - you know - in my mouth? Eeww! Plus, he was so immature. So I didn't go out with him anymore.

Elliot didn't beg for it. I can't even type what Elliot did without shivering all over.

What he did with his finger. What he did with his hand. What he did with the look in his eyes, his scary-sad-sexy eyes.

"Come on." He said. "There's a room waiting for us. Candy, you don't know just how lucky you are.

Toto, I don't think we're in Abbeville anymore.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

It's a different girl I help slide out of the private booth. She moves with a kind of absent urgency, not knowing where we're going but in a big hurry to get there. When I mention my room she pauses breifly but says nothing. I can feel the goose bumps suddenly bloom on her skin.

She follows in front of me as I guide her through the room, feeling my cock hardening as we walk. I just met her but I know her type and I know what's ahead of us. Candy's a throroughly modern and empowered woman, raised on the politics of gender equality and feminism, and in her mind she already carries an image of what her ideal man will be like: caring, respectful, supportive, a true life-partner. And that's fine. She's right in that. I have no problem with feminism and equality: equal pay for equal work, that's how I run things myself.

But things are different in the bedroom. That's where theory and politics run up against the raw edge of need and desire, where things get irrational and emotional. And if I'm right about Candy--and I am right about Candy, I have no doubt--she's about to discover another side of herself that she doesn't even know about. She's about to discover a side of herself that longs to be taken and used, made to serve and give pleasure, and that discovery is going to be extremely exciting to her.

Meanwhile as we walk back out through the Casino my owner's radar immediately picks up on some potential trouble back by the phones. There's a tall, impossibly cool blond, all in white, having some trouble with the phones. Candy is already pumping out the fuck-me pheromones at an alarming rate and my body is all ears--well, not ears exactly--but I can see that I'm going to have to see what's going on with Whitey before she maes a scene.

"Carlo" I say to one of my floor managers, "Take Ms Helvitica here to my suite. She wants to freshen up. See that she has everything she needs."

To Candy I said, "Carlo'll take you back to my suite. I want you to shower and make yourself presentable. He'll show you where to find some clothes. You should be able to find something that fits. I've got some business to take care of. I should be up in a few minutes."

She look at me in confusion for a moment, then let Carlo lead her away. I waited until thy were out of sight then walked back to the bank of phones.

I thought Whitey might be a weekend warrior, one of the non-pros who came up from LA or Sacramento to earn a few bucks on the side. But the closer I got, the more I thought she must be a pro, and high-end at that. Her snow white dress set off the kind of tan you rarely see on a blond. It made her her green eyes look even more intense and frosty, and they were shining with irritation as I approached.

"Excuse me, ma'am," I said, "My name's Elliot. I work here, and you seem to be having a problem."

She turned those laser beam eyes on me with a who-the-fuck-are-you look that gave me a little thrill in my still-hard cock. I wondered immediately whether she were really as icy-hard as she looked. Clearly she wanted the world to think so.

I was close enough so that I could tell that her body was pretty much all hers. From the way her clothes fit I could see was working without a net; she wasn't wearing much beneath that dress.

"The phone doesn't work." she said.

I took the phone from her manicured fingers and put it to my ear.

"It's a pay phone," I offered. "Seventy-five cents for a local call. Maybe you forgot to put the money in?"

I hung up the phone and looked at her. "You do have seventy-five cents, don;t you?" I asked.

 

[Destiny]

Sarina Davenport

Those green eyes were tracking potential people that might be workers of the wanna_be grand casino and then he approached. A brow lofts as she watches him swagger a bit closer. Arms move up to cross over her chest most of the weight comes to rest on one leg as she extends the other leg before her waiting for the man to move closer. Like a queen waiting for a subject to follow her orders.

"Excuse me, ma'am," I said, "My name's Elliot. I work here, and you seem to be having a problem."

Cool as a cucumber and just as delicious Sarina's tongue slides out to lick along her lips as she laughs throatily,"This isn't a local call," Her voice is soft sultry the hint of an accent perhaps giving away her origin from back east as she relinquishes the hold on the phone to the man before her.

Hands slide along her stomach and then her hips and she looks around her body a bit as she then remarks,"Seems I couldn't get much more of anything but myself into this dress." Frowning slightly she Lifts her eyes back up at you as she seems to have finished her physical inspection of herself. and then she produces a 500 dollar chip from her breasts as she remarks,"I dont' suppose you could take this in exchange for letting me a call from one of the house phones?"

Green eyes glitter with a supressed look of interest as she watches the man make some decision.....

 

[dr_mabeuse]

The chip was still warm from her breasts and carried a trace of her perfume. i wondered how many more she might have hidden in there. It looked to me like she could hide quite a few.

"You can call from my office." I said. "The phones there work."

She thought it over for a moment and then let me lead her to the back stairway and up away from the noise and the smoke of the casino. I followed her up the stairs, and she knew I was watching her. A woman doesn't walk like that unless she knows she's being watched. The stairs and the hallways are heavily padded, and by the time we got to the office the sounds had died away completely. I unlocked the door and pushed it open.

I'm hardly in the same league with the big boys, but still, I like things nice. My office isn't quite as big enough to play football in, but I make do. It's heavily carpeted, cool, dim, and quiet. I pulled the drapes open so we could see the view down the mountain to the blaze of neon that's Las Vegas, sitting in the middle of the nighttime dessert like a jewel on black velvet.

I gestured to the phones that sat in the coffee table in front of the leather sofa, then went over to the bar and got two glasses, put ice into them. I poured myself a couple of fingers of Jamesson's, then turned to her to see what she wanted, but she was already dialing.

Well, it didn't seem like a very private call so I went to the big chair behind my desk. I threw her $500 chip on thh desk and heard it clatter, then sat down with my drink, put my feet up and watched her.

She was a gorgeous woman. The problem was that she semed to think so too, and that kind of woman was usually more trouble than she was worth. I'd be nice to her, no reason why I shouldn't be, but I couldn't forget that right through the door at the far end of the office and down a short hallway, Candy Co-ed was by now in my suite, probably standing naked in the shower getting the grime off her centerfold's body and waiting for me to show up and continue what had begun as such a promising relationship.

Still, this one interested me. She was obviously very fine stuff, and I wondered just who had paid her way here and what for, and just what had happened to them to leave her waling around alone dressed like that.

Well, maybe I'd get a hint from her phonecall. Of course, it wouldn't do to eavesdrop. That's just so rude, so for the sake of privacy I spun my chair around so I was facing the big picture window, in which I could see her perfectly as she waited for her call to go through.

 

[Destiny]

Hell has an office....

I watched him fondle the chip in his hands, a slight smirk slid along my lips as I knew a man couldn't really refuse such a tempting offer hell the call alone was more then likely only going to cost 5 dollars tops.


He gestured to where the phoe was in his office, like I hadn't heard that before. But I was hoping he was correct and that it wouldn't be a mad tussle to get out of the office once the call was completed. I was a bit dubious as to the location when the sounds of the casino began to fade away but it was nice not to have the sound of electronics blasting in my head as I walked along the cooler hallway and then into his office. WOW! nice view I thought as I walked to where he gestured to the phone. Not really watching where he walked to I moved to the phone casually and bent a little at the waist as I began to dial. No outline of panties there on that rounded ass. Finally I stood up as the cal began to go through.

The woman on the other end was loud and I quickly yanked the earpiece away from ear and her voice carried around me a little bit,"IS this the front desk to the Ceaser's? Wonderful Yes I would like to check out. No just bill it to Davenport Shipping...yes I knwo this is a little unorthodoxed but my father has an accounrt with you ...Yes I will wait. " The eternal hold of the damned was wshat greeted me canned music as I turned and began to watch the unmoving mountains the backdrop of the jewel of the desert gleaming up at the twilit sky. I didn't care who was sitting in the room right now.... I had more or less put the man that led me here out of my head while I waited.

Gritting my teeth as I heard a pretentious voice get on the phone it was the manager of the hotel and he was all gush and squish like they all were when they were trying to be nice,"yes I know but my room was broken into and some maid and man were in there fucking. Yes You know his dick in her ass." I was angry again at the nasally sound greeting my ear,"well then I am sure my father will be more then happy to take his account to another hotel when I tell him that you refused to let me check out via phone. YEs davenport Shipping would you like the account number?" That got him, he changed is tune to the loss of money. "The man that was in my room might still be there too he didn't look like he was ready to leave anytime soon....Yes it was only about an hour and a half ago....Right . Yes. Yes thank you. Yes." Ok get off the phone already you obnoxious piece of dung. Screw it I hung up the phone and turned to see if the man was still in the office.

Noting the chair I remarked,"Excusxe me do you have rooms or is this merely a place to rest and then be on y our way?"

 

[prometheus 2]

Riley

I can see this chick has been around, and even though she is trying to sound curious there's a hint of sarcasm in her voice, like I was an easy ticket to her freedom. I got the feeling from Eliot that I might be able to do things my own
way. He wasn't exactly running a tight ship here and as long as everyone was happy he seemed to go with the flow. I winked and smiled, figuring I could play her game until I had a better idea of what she really wanted.

Depends on what you need Ashley , by the way my names Riley.

 

[shereads]

Candy Helvetica

Spun out of Elliot’s orbit, I began to come out of the trance.

I was trailing after Carlo through a maze of hallways, and the farther I got from Elliot, the more of me there was. The good girl from Abbeville. The one who wondered why other girls talked about sex as if they'd won a shopping spree at Nordstrom.

When Elliot had been in charge, I had felt a little thrill of fear, but not one whit of shame.

Now I felt plenty of both.

He had said something about ropes. Sweet jesus-mary-and-joseph, Candy from Abbeville was following a thug to the hotel suite of a casino boss, who wanted to do something unimaginably wicked with ropes. The worst of it was, he could probably make me like it. The way I liked what he did in the restaurant, with his hand. Had he tried to choke me? Was I freaking crazy?

But I was coming out of the trance in time.

The money I won from Big George? Any idiot would have known that was a fix. Had I known? Maybe, but taking $500 from Sexy Bearded Man hadn’t seemed sleazy before. The sleaze hit me like a brick when swaggering Carlo opened the double door to the Owner’s Suite, and motioned me in with a wink and a sarcastic little bow.

The Broken Wing rents rooms by the hour (“the nap-rate,” as Elliot would say) in a prefab building behind the truckers’ overnight parking lot.

Elliot’s private apartment was as far from diesel fumes and prefab as you could get. Definitely not nap-rate. Still, it had the look of a place where the guests aren’t expected to stick around. Cool, marble floors. Cool, impersonal furniture. A bed big enough for a party, separated from the entrance by a bar and sitting room - but conspicuously visible. Like an announcement. It said, “People don’t sleep in beds like this. Don’t make yourself at home.”

Somebody had brought my suitcase up here. Seeing it, I thought about the dead Geo Prism for the first time in hours. Forget the car. If there wasn’t a bus to L.A. tonight, I’d share Big George’s fortune with any one of a dozen truckers heading west.

Would I be safer with the next stranger than with the one who’d bought dinner? And who thought he’d bought dessert? Of course not. But a predictable grope and whatever followed would keep me from thinking about Elliot at the restaurant.

What I had let him do.

What he thought we’d do next.

What I wanted him to show me.

“The outfits are in there.” I had forgotten Carlo was in the room. He was gesturing toward a hallway off the bedroom. “The outfits for the ladies. Pick something nice and he’ll treat you right.”

Screw Carlo. Finally alone, I found my toothbrush, laid out some clean clothes, and showered fast, in a hurry to leave before Elliot finished his business downstairs.

Towel-drying my hair and wrapped in a bathrobe that swept the floor, I felt the day’s exhaustion for the first time. I didn’t have to race out of here, did I? Elliot wouldn’t stop me from leaving. And anyway, I had to see.

I had to see “the outfits for the ladies.” The evidence of the “lady” these people thought I was.

There were three doors off the hallway. The first door changed everything.

This apartment was smaller, and somehow secret. Crowded floor to ceiling with books. Carpeted with old Navajo rugs. There were scents of leather and tobacco. A chess board. A rolltop desk with an ancient typewriter, scattered about with papers and notebooks. A clock ticked. In here, where Elliot had a last name and where the ladies didn't visit, there were still such things as clocks that ticked.

I picked up and quickly put down a small, framed photo of a couple of kids. Then I backed out of Elliot’s private place and closed the door quietly, like a thief.

Two doors left. Two closed doors. Okay, I’ll play Goldilocks…

 

[dr_mabeuse]

Davenport Shipping...Davenport Shipping... Not the Davenport Shipping?!?!

"Excuse me do you have rooms or is this merely a place to rest and then be on your way?" she said.

I swung my chair back in her direction and looked at her with even more appreciation, if that was possible.

"I'm so sorry, but I couldn;t help but overhear." I lied. "Those people at Caesar's can be so boorish. What was it you asked me? Rooms? Yes, of course, but first, would you allow me the pleasure of pouring you a drink?"

She looked like she'd heard it all before, and from better sources than me, but I went ahead. I guessed she might be an Absolut girl so I poured some vodka over ice andwas about to pour in the with cranberry juice when I paused. Something about a blond dressed all in white and a drink containing cranberry juice just didn't mix. I handed her the drink and she took it like it belonged to her.

"To your very good health, Ms. Davenport." I said and touched my glass to hers. "And to a very, very pleasant stay at the Broken Wing."

The Jamesson's was warm and cold at the same time, the flavor rich and very rare, quickly gone. It warmed me most nicely.

"I can put you into Lust," I said, "it's right upstairs."

She looked at me as if I were insane and I laughed.

"Sorry." I said, "It's a little joke. We have seven very exclusive suites here, besides my own, and each is named after one of the seven deadly sins: Greed, Gluttony, Sloth, Lust, like that. I think you'd like Lust the best. Yes, you're definitely not Gluttony."

I took her down the hall to the elevator and up to the third floor. Here the Broken Wing pulled out all the stops for the occasional high rollers who came by (and we do get our share) and the halls were carpeted in muted dove grays and burgundies, fresh flowers in the hallway, recessed lighting.

As I walked her down the hallway to her suite, I put myhand on her back to guide her. She was warm and supple beneath her dress. It was a very well cared-for body, I could tell. Exercise, good food, and some damned good genes.

I opened the door to Lust and stood back. She was impressed. She'd die before she'd admit it, but she was impressed.

The entire suite is done in black, white, and gray, with accents in blood red or pink. It is very striiking and very decadent, and she looked as if it had been designed around her.

I pulled back the curtains so she could see the dessert and the broad sweep of the Milky Way, easier to see up here away from the casino lights. There was a balcony that ran most of the length of the suite, and I went and opened the doors, leting the cool dessert breeze come in, blowing the curtain and lifting her hair.

I showed her the kitchen and bar, the enormous bathroom with jacuzzi and sauna, and the bedroom, where we stood together near the tennis-court sized bed.

"Shall I have your things sent up?" I asked her. "And while I'm at it, maybe you'd like me to order you something from the kitchen? Or will you be going out?"

 

[Destiny]

Daddy's money always opens doors...

The man that swung around to greet me was a different man indeed. Most men were after they heard me mention daddy. I had heard it all before, but I took the drink anyway and lifted the glass to my lips.

"I can put you into Lust," he said, "it's right upstairs."

I almost choked on my drink, but good breeding and a will of iron kept me from spraying the man with the absolut. I placed the glass on the table beside me and was about to walk out thinking I had run across a chicken farm instead of a casino. But when he made his announcement I was relieved to say the least. I wasn't looking forward to a long night of searching for another hotel.

I walked along the hall with him towards the elevator for the short ride up to the 3rd floor. When we reached it and he lead me along the hall I could feel the heat of his hand at my back. I dind't flinch he wasn't half bad looking, he had a certain something about him.

I was impressed. Hell whomever he hired to do the decorating wasn't half bad. I mean for a hotel room anyway. As he lead me around the room I stood near the doors of the balcony as he opened them and I breathed in the desert air. The breeze blowing along the room lifted my hair and plasteres the dress against my body more. it felt good and I couldn't wait to get into the 4 person tub.

"Shall I have your things sent up?" he asked. "And while I'm at it, maybe you'd like me to order you something from the kitchen? Or will you be going out?"

I turned and smiled torwards him and nodded,"yes please to the luggage. No I think I will be staying in and I am sure I can manage something to eat on my own."

I watched him now waiting for his next move. I was a little shocked when it didn't come and he merely nodded and handed me the key to me room and prepared to depart. He had time on his side he was sure. Besides he had candy co-Ed to atttend to and then he could find time for the Delectable Miss Davenport.

 

[dr_mabeuse]

"I will be staying in and I am sure I can manage something to eat on my own." she said.

I tried to think up some other excuse to delay my exit but I could come up with nothing plausible, but as I bid her a pleasant evening and let myself out, the wheels were already turning.

Let me be honest here. This Davenport pretty much knocked me out. I know she's loaded, but really, I'm not interested. I'm doing okay on my own, and I've just never been the type to go after a woman because of her money. It's not because I'm especially honorable--don't kid yourself--it's just because I'm not that type.

But there was sometrhing about this Sarina that was just irresistable, and I can't deny that her money was part of it. She just felt like a very expensive woman. Too expensive for her own good. I just had this feeling that somewhere inside those cold curves and icy eyes there was someone warm trying to get out. And wouldn't it be wonderful to be the one who did that.

I was so engrossed in thought that I let myself into my suite and was walking down the hall taking off my tie when I saw Candy sitting in one of my spare bedrooms, the one I kept as a study. I'd been so wrapped up in Serena, I'd forgotten all about Candy.

"What the hell are you doing in here?" I asked her. She was sitting at my desk with all the drawers open and all this stuff pulled out for all the world to see, and she looked at me with a big gopofy smile. I could just about see the hearts and stars circling her head as she looked at me. The girl had flipped.

"Come on!" I yelled, starting to shovel papers and pictures back into the drawers. "Didn't your Mom ever teach you not to go poking through other peoples' private stuff? And what have ytou been doing? SHaring it with all the readers out there? You think I appreciate that? Little snot! Just for that you don;t get spanked."

I grabbed her by the arm and dragged her out of there, locking the door behind me. The fact was that I had bigger fish to fry now than Ms Candy Co-ed. But she kept on looking at me with these moony eyes.

"Look," I said to her, "I can't explain now, but something's come up. I need you to do something for me, okay? I need you to stay inside here and keep an eye on the place. You know, make sure that the windows are closed and the clocks still work, that no one steals the drapes, okay?"

As I said this I went into the bedroom and broke out a new shirt and put it on. I threw a tie around my neck and went to the phone, called room service and had them send up a special champagne and caviar cart with all the fresh flowers they could get their hands on. By the time I put a new jacket on they were just ringing the doorbell.

The cart looked great, and I had to hand it to Raoul, our specialty chef. There were two bottles of champagne frozen into indidicual cylinders of crystal cleas ice. There was caviar, oysters, and am arrangement of sushi and delicacies that was almost too beautiful to eat, and the whole thing was almost buried in huge bouquets of flowers. I could have pushed it in the Rose Bowl Parade.

I lit the candles, gave Candy a kiss on the forehead and wheeled the cart into the levator and up to Lust.

"Room Service." I said as I knocked on the door.

She opened the door, ready to tell me that she hadn't ordered anything, and was greeted by this enormous, fragrant, explosion of flowers. For a second, the Ice Princess lost her cool and her eyes lit up with pure delight. Then she saw me and pulled the mask on again.

"Compliments of the Broken Wing Casino, and of her owner." I said. "May I please come in?"