Who Killed Lexie?

[chanaud]

Las Vegas, Nevada. Luxor Luxory Hotel.

Right on time. 2 A.M. on the nose. My relief is standing in the hotel’s uniform of black silk slacks and a white silk blouse holding a trayful of colorful chips.

I turn the Luxor designer card over.

“And the dealer has an Ace. Blackjack. Sorry, folks.”

Moans and murmurs of resignation echoed as my hand quickly swept the ante off the table.

“Guys, I will bid you good night and farewell. This is my last night.”

Cries of “What? Are you leaving us? Where are you going?” filled the air.

Holding my hand up, I addressed my regulars as I gathered my belongings and locked my tray. “Today is my last day for I will be a married woman tomorrow.”

I walked to the cashier’s booth and checked my tray. As they counted the earnings, I changed into a comfortable pair of faded Calvin’s, snug white t-shirt and black city boots.

Walking out to the parking lot, I turned back and bid a silent farewell. For the past 2 weeks, this was my home. Even thought it was a short visit, so much had occurred, it was hard to imagine my life before Vegas. Well, my life is about to change again. Tomorrow, I will be a married woman!

With tears in my espresso eyes, a sigh escaped my blushing lips. After taking a deep breath, I turned the key to start the ignition….

KABOOM!!!!!!!!


OOC: I’m trying something different. The above was the end of this saga. I would like 3 posters (darrenfate reserved a spot) to blow me up. Please PM me with your character.

The next post will be the beginning of the story. Enjoy!

 

[chanaud]

Lexie

The Beginning:

Ms. Tallahassee Beauty Pageant



Damn! Damn! Damn!

I couldn’t help cry out between my tears as my fists continuously abused the low dresser.

Why? Oh why did Shermie have to die during my act? I had sewn up this pageant to my favor. Trust me, it wasn’t easy. After dying my hair a honey blonde and a bust enlargement from a B cup to a D, you would think I would be a shoe-in. After, I saw my competitors, it seemed like they ALL had the same idea.

The male judges were a piece of cake. All I had to do was bat my eyelashes and get busy on my knees. During their mind-blowing orgasms, they were screaming to sell their soul. The two female judges were a different matter. I couldn’t contact one. The other took an Oscar winning performance of “How I hate men” and a week between her legs for her to turn putty in my mouth.

So, everything was smooth sailing. I won in every category until the………’Talent Contest’. All I had to do was keep my composure when Shermie, my pet parrot decided to keel over during the highlight of our ventriloquist routine, but NOOOO, I had to release a blood curling scream and toss my poor Shermie in the audience, landing on the Pageant’s main sponsor’s hair.

I can hear the women outside my dressing room. They were too busy congratulating the reigning Queen. I bet deep inside, they wish lightning would strike her down. I know I do.

After some time, the noise quieted down and I decided to venture out of my room. I knew everybody would be at the post party so the girls can mingle with the who’s who of Florida.

When, I opened the door, the imposing figure standing there made me gasp in delight…

 

[ariosto]

"Curt Sparks!"
Yes it was the internationaly known MC of every Miss America, Miss Universe, and Miss World contest since time immemorial standing at the door, resplendantly tanned, teeth gleaming in a huge smile and looking exactly the way he had on television since Lexie was a little girl dreaming of that walk down the runway with arms full of roses!

"You should have won dear."
He said and passed her the body of poor Shermie, warpped in his monogrammed handkerchief.
Emotion almost overwhelmed the failed Miss Talahasee but she controlled herself, tossed the dead bird in the waste paper basket and invited the legendary celebrity in.

*My but he's tall!*, she thought as he strode by.
Not a hair out of place , just a frothing of gray at the temples and such piercing blue eyes!
No wrinkles, his face as smooth as a well tanned babies bottom...but...*How old WAS this guy!*

"Yes," He said, sitting down on the bed, "you certainly should have won."

Her mind was seething with questions but nothing would remove the beauty pageant smile from her nearly perfect face..She gave a toss of her blonde tresses, batted her eyelashes at him and said...
"Oh...Do you REALLY think so Mister Sparks?"

He matched her smile for smile,
"Indeed I do! Miss Talahasee today and tomorrow!...well who knows. Call me Sparky, honey...all my close friends do."
He stood up and guided her in front of the mirror, slipping an arm around her waist,
"Look at that face! Look at that body!...Lexi I think you and I could have a brilliant future together!"

And she had to admit they did look, well... simply spectacular!.

 

[darrenfate]

RACE

The Who's anthem blared out from the Bose speakers of his carefully preserved 1969 DeVille convertable. He sang it with gusto at the top of his lungs. This was his song, after all -

Behind blue eyes

No one knows what it's like
To be hated
To be fated
To telling only lies

But my dreams
They aren't as empty
As my conscience seems to be

I have hours, only lonely
My love is vengeance
That's never free

Race Bannon's the name, and connin his game. He had made a living hitting on lonely women from Atlantic City to Vegas. The formula was disgustingly simple. Marks were plentiful and easy to find. The casinos attracted them like flies. Usually they could be found at the "Wheel of Fortune" slots or at a $10 Blackjack table. All it took was an admiring glance. A few choice words . A "lost boy" story after the untimely death of his newly wed wife. Race laughed, his so called wife had drowned, been shot at a bank, killed by a bus, her parachute had failed to open, even had the bungee cord snap! It all depended on his mood that day. From there, he would wine and dine, soon sex took over.

Race gave 'til it hurt as the old expression goes. He would lick, suck, caress, nibble and bite to his mark's delight. Many an afternoon was spent on his knees eating at the "Y". With lust in their hearts and stars in their eyes, conversations of "fate" and "destiny" completed the ruse. Access to bank accounts and credit cards soon followed, then he was gone. 5K tax free a week on average, not bad for a native cracker boy from Naples, Florida.

Only one problem as far as he could see. The biggest marks always eluded him. No matter how well he dressed or how smart he was a single male was tough to crack. He was simply the wrong sex. Huge money resided in these high rollers. He needed a female partner to get a really big score. A built like an hourglass bombshell who would do literally anything to win. A goddess on her knees. Eager to please. He would teach her the ropes. Then look out world.

Reno was just ahead, another mark awaited. He just didn't know what she looked like or what her name was just yet. He pulled into a gas station and grabbed a paper. Time to go to work.

 

[mya]

Jayne (Lexie's elder sister by 2 years)

OOC-chanaud Dear, I did not PM as I felt it would delay my post and we'd had a conversation a while back about me joining this thread. I hope you don't mind. If so, let me know, and I'll edit accordingly. Otherwise, here's my character and my first post. xoxo

IC

Jayne

Lexie had always been into dresses, make-up and boys. Me…I’d always been into my school work and sports. While Lexie was off dating the boys in high school, I was meeting them chest to chest on the ball field or the hockey rink. Ironically, her nick name in high school had been "Sexie Lexie" and mine had been "Plain Jayne". It’s not that I was unattractive, but next to Lexie I paled. And that was fine with me—I had never aspired to be a beauty queen. I had wanted to conquer the corporate world and had worked hard towards that goal.

Two years Lexie’s senior, I was already established with a beautiful home, a nice car and a career as the senior VP in a major computer company--all well before my goal of my 30th birthday. In fact my most recent tax forms showed a healthy 6 figure income for 2001. I was happy with my life and proud of my accomplishments at such a young age. Lexie was still striving to reach her goals. And she had set her sights on the Ms. Tallahassee Beauty Pageant as the next step forward in attaining her goals.

Mom and Lexie were cut from the same mold. So when Lexie’s dreams came crashing down around her along with her bird, my Mom had watched in horror in the audience of the Ms. Tallahassee Beauty Pageant. Then Mom did what she always did in times of trouble, she called me to come pick up the pieces, while she went home to nurse her "head ache". As always when Lexie needed me, I went. I left work, hopped into my Lexus and drove straight to the auditorium where the Ms. Tallahassee Beauty Pageant was held.

I was dressed in my usual work clothes—pant suit with blouse and matching pumps. My long blonde hair was pulled back and into a bun and my black rimmed glasses toned down the flashing blue of my eyes. It was easy to slip back stage to the dressing room area. It never ceased to amaze me how easy it was for a "Plain Jayne" to blend to the point where not even a security guard questioned who I was or what I was doing there. I easily located Lexie’s room and as I slipped inside, a man was already there chatting to her. Lexie’s eyes were still red, but she smiled and beamed in the man’s presence.

The man’s skin was too tanned, his teeth too white and straight, the skin around his eyes too smooth, and his hair too perfect not to be connected with the Pageant in some way. Most women would find him attractive I suppose. However, I immediately mentally dismissed him as artificial, insincere and inconsequential. "Hi Lexie," I announced my presence. "Mom called me, told me the sad news." Lexie jumped up and gave me a hug obviously happy to see me.

"Jayne, this is Mr. Sparks." When the lack of recognition showed on my face she continued, "You know, THE Mr. Sparks, the host of the Ms. Tallahassee Beauty Pageant. And he says I should have won!" I smiled from Lexie to the man and attempted to add my own soothing words, "Lexie, you know Shermie was supposed to outlive us—it was just sheer bad luck he picked that exact moment to kick the bucket!" I moved toward the man, hand extended. As I shook his hand, I introduced myself, "Hi, I’m Jayne, Lexie’s older sister. I came by to see if there was anything my sister needed." I turned back to Lexie and as our eyes locked I added sincerely, "Anything at all Sis, anything at all. You name it, and if it’s in my power, I’ll do it. I’m here for you Sis."

 

[chanaud]

Lexie

OOC: Thanks for playing with me, guys. <wink>

I can’t believe it! Curt Sparks is interested in me, Lexie Majors.. The magnitude of meeting Curtis Sparks was….oh so giddy. It was my childhood fantasy to meet him.

“Mr. Sparks, I used to watch you when I was a little girl.” Why did I just say that? “I mean…I’ve often fantasized of meeting you.”

“Every girl has doll.” My, his teeth are white.

His thick, hairy arm held my waist tightly. Looking in the antiquated mirror, I saw imaginary spotlights shining over us. Or that his teeth causing it?

“You do think I have a future?”

“Why sure doll. Look at you.” His ever so roving eye traveled up and down and over my curves. “Oh yesss…look at you. I watched the crowd doll and you had them in the palm of your hand. I think every man were shifting in their seats.”

Before I knew it, a schoolgirl giggle escaped me. With a newfound confidence, I straightened my back and my breasts heaved. Sparks didn’t miss a beat.

“Doll, you have what it takes to work a crowd…”

Just when I was about to throw my arms around him, Jayne burst through the door. What is she doing here?

I caught the look in her eye. Anything? Ooohhhhhh.

“Mr. Sparks, Jayne is my attorney and agent. All business transactions must pass through her first.”

 

[ariosto]

The smile never left his face but inside Sparks was seething!
He'd had the little fox eating out of the palm of his hand. He would have had her in the sack within 24 hours and now....

"Well Hello! I can tell the looks must run in the family! I just bet your mama was a knockout.!"

Jayne accepted the offered hand with the same distaste she would a poison frog.
"Our mother is dead Mister Sparks but I can remember her saying how much she loved watching you back when SHE was a girl."

He would gladly have strangled her, but instead took her hand in both of his own and leaned close...
"I think we both want what's best for Lexi... Right?"

She brushed right by him and put her arm around her sister.
"Sweetie you really should have won...."

"Exactly what I said!"
Sparks pulled up a chair in front of the two sisters.
"Now listen to me. I believe I can offer Lexi an opportunity that will make the title 'Miss Talahasee' seem like an insult. And...."
He paused, "Make us all a whole lot of money."

Jayne started to object but Lexi hushed her.
"Let's at least hear what Mister Sparks has to say sis."

"Isn't she just a Doll?"
Curt flashed his warmest smile at the beauty. So warm she blushed.

"Go ahead Mister Sparks tell us."
For a moment he imagined Jayne tied up naked, bent over a barrell and his cock driving into her until she....

"Why thank you honey, I believe I will.
Lexi dear, how do you feel about taking your clothes off in front of a lot of very rich men."

 

[mya]

Jayne

One look at Sparks and I had him summed up as one of those slick pretty boy types who was used to getting any woman he wanted into his bed one way or the other. And it looked like he had his eyes set on my little sister. True to form, at least the form I had him pegged as, Sparks turned the charm on to high and looked at me like he actually wanted to eat me. I knew that couldn’t be true, the guys never looked at me like that. That was a look reserved for Lexie…which was fine by me. Yet Sparks oozed with charm and lust as he said, "Well Hello! I can tell the looks must run in the family! I just bet your mama was a knockout!" Pull-eese, I wasn’t born yesterday.

Because it pissed me off that Sparks seemed prepared to use Lexie, or any woman who was convenient I was sure, I wanted to make him feel bad and hurt his feelings so I lied when I told him, "Our mother is dead Mister Sparks but I can remember her saying how much she loved watching you back when SHE was a girl." I said it mostly because I wanted to piss him off—like he’d pissed me off already. Our mom wasn’t dead, she’d been right there at the pageant when Shermie died. True, she had gone straight home with one of her "spells" and called me to come pick up the pieces. And sure if you asked her, she was dying. But she was very much alive and well at home, probably driving my Dad crazy right now with her hypochondria.

I wanted to send Sparks packing but Lexie really wanted to hear what he had to say. "Lexie dear, how do you feel about taking your clothes off in front of a lot of very rich men," was he first sentence out of his mouth as he began to tell Lexie about his idea. It only proved to me I had not misjudged the scum bag. "WHOA!" I raised my hand in objection. "Mr. Sparks! Stop right there! My sister is not a stripper or a hooker. She is a beautiful, smart and talented woman who does not need to take off her clothes for a bunch of horny men who aren’t getting any at home!" I was outraged that he’d even suggest such a tawdry thing to my little sister.

Deep down I was also a little jealous. It always been a fantasy of mine to have a man lusting after me as I stripped for him, but men just didn’t lust after me. Well except maybe for Sparks here and now, but that’s only because he wanted to use me to get to Lexie. Somewhere in my head I had a twisted sense that if a man lusted after me, they’d love me. And that’s what I really wanted—a man to love me. As I always did, I tamped the jealousy down quickly, using my anger at Sparks to cover it up again, burying it good and deep.

 

[darrenfate]

RACE

Race always read the papers front to back. You never knew how information could come back to work in your favor. A half a dozen times he had read something obscure that he had used within days.

And here buried on page nine of USA Today's Lifestyles section was a 1 column inch article on the Ms. Talahassee beauty pagent. Seems like the front runner had her parrot die during the live talent contest. That alone, though amusing, was not the reason Race stopped cold. It was the next line. It seems as though the woman, Lexie Majors, was hinted at being in a scandal involving "sexual favors" to some judges. What great newspaper speak! She was Fucking them trying to win.

This was his dream girl. Beauty pagent looks, and a soul of larceny. This woman was the One. He leaped into his car and grabbed his cell phone. In minutes he had the pageant chair on the phone. He concocted a plausible but entirely ficticious story about wanting to do an article on the pageant and its contestants in a national magazine.

It was childs play from there to obtain Lexie's number. He called the number hands slightly shaking. Somebody named Jayne answered the phone -

"Is Lexie Majors there I have a business proposition for her. This is her sister, Jayne? And I can talk to you about any financial deals? Ok, well look Jayne. My name is Race Bannon, and I have a contract deal to offer Lexie. I just heard her story, and I got inspired. "

No, I can't mention the details on the phone. I must deliver it in person. Sparks you say? Look I know him, he's a good man. Tell you what, it sounds like you trust him and if so, he can play in this deal. You too. Don't sign or agree to ANYTHING until you hear me out, OK? I'm on the first plane. Be there tonight. Just wait a little is all I ask"

 

[chanaud]

Lexie Majors

In mocked exaggeration since my sister was standing next to me, I released a horiffic gasp, "What kind of girl do you think I am, Mr. Sparks?"

Deep down inside I didn't mind as long as they were first class men. Heck, I've done worse for a lot less.

I can see Jayne was in the way. She's always been the uptight one and forever lecturing to me to use my brains. Go to College. Get an education. Be independent Yadda yadda yadda. Doesn't she know men don't like women for their brains. Men want two things. Tits and ass. And I have plenty to give them - For the right price!

Mr. Sparks turned his attention to Jayne. Plain Jayne! He came to see me. I was seething. Quick! What can I do?

Just then Jayne's cell phone rang. Turning her back, she answered a lot of short no's and yes's to the caller on the other end. This is my chance! Grab it, Lexie!

I slithered my body close to Mr. Sparks and dusted off an imaginary piece of dust. In a low, sultry Lauren Becall imitaion, I told him, "Mr. Sparks, I tell you once again. I'm not that type of girl. But, I am willing to hear other business propositions. That is if you have any."

I batted my eyes innocently and flashed the smile I was saving for my Miss Tallahassee crown. Yes, I have his attention now. His attention was growing between his legs.

 

[mya]

Jayne

I hung up from the phone call a bit skeptical, but curious also. Race Bannon certainly sounded like a business man. Then again he vouched that Sparks was a good man. So I decided to reserve my judgment until I’d met him at least.

As I turned back to Lexie she had herself plastered all over the lecherous Curt Sparks. Could she not see that that man used and spit out girls like her? I fought to hold my tongue, because I knew that my further interference would not be welcomed by Lexie at this point. Past experience told me it would only serve to push her into doing the very thing I tried to warn her from. Instead I plastered a smile on my face and pleasantly relayed the business of the call I’d just received.

"That was Race Bannon." I watched Sparks for a reaction, hoping I might read something into it. Nothing. "He mentioned he knew you Mr. Sparks? And he says he has a business proposition for you Lexie. Something about your story? He says you should not sign any contracts until we’ve heard his offer." I again watched Curt’s unblemished face for any hint of what he thought of all this. Again nothing. One thing about Curt Sparks, he was a cool cucumber. "Mr. Bannon says he’ll be here this evening. I think it best to hear his offer before accepting any offers Lexie." I hoped it would put the nonsense of her stripping for horny old men behind us, but I did not say it out loud. "How is it your know Race Bannon, Mr. Sparks? And what is your opinion of his business deals?"

Seeing Lexie’s glare as she was glued to the man’s side still, one of her hands stroking his forearm and the other one hidden from my view on his backside. I prayed it was not on his ass like I thought it probably was. One thing I knew, Lexie was a sexual creature and always had been. If she wanted Curt Sparks, nothing I could say would stop her but it just might drive her into his arms. So instead I approached the sexual tension in the air head on, "Perhaps after Mr. Sparks shares any information he has, you’d like to be alone?" I directed that question at them both.

But I then tacked on a couple more for Lexie only, "Just promise me you won’t be signing anything Lexie, not at least until Mr. Bannon has at least pitched his deal OK? After that I promise I will not try to dissuade you from accepting either deal. I’ll merely ensure you get the best possible deal going OK?" It very much looked to me like my sister was about to become a high class stripper, maybe more. But again I stayed silent on it. Could she not see that using her brain instead of her body would get her a lot further in life? Did she not see that my brain had got me all the worldly possessions any woman could want? That she did not need to resort to exploiting her body? Apparently not, as I watched Curt Sparks’ body jump with excitement at something Lexie’s hidden hand had done to him, resulting in an obvious growing tent in his pants. Truth be known, I could not wait to get out of there, and away from the raw sex in the air and away from Lexie once again getting her man.

 

[ariosto]

"Jayne...sweetie..."
Spark's voice was full of honeysuckle and jasmine.
"You don't need to be concerned at all."
Lexie's hand was inside his shirt, her nails softly playing on his back.
"You see YOU are very much apart of this whole concept."

He was a rare judge of women and as he watched Jayne over the past few moments he had seen a wallflower with the potential to become a deep red rose.
"I'm not talking about tawdry burlesque! Where middle aged balding men and hyperlibidoed teenagers get their rocks off...pardon me ma'am...while Lexi removes her clothes before their lust filled eyes!"

"Your not?"
Lexi seemed disapointed.

"No Lexi, my dear,"
He kissed her cheek as a father might have.
"I am speaking of VERY private gatherings of tremendously wealthy and powerful men...and some women, who have a fine appreciation of the perfect female form."

Lexi thought for a moment,
"That doesn't sound so bad Sis..."

"And," Sparks put his arm around the beauty Queen,
"And you can make up to 20,000 dollars a show."

"I'll do it!"
Lexi jumped up her face flushed, her pefect 36c breasts heaving with excitement!

"Now wait a minute!"
Jayne interceeded and found herself looking into Spark's guiless face.
"Jayne," he said, " you know you could make even more money if this were a....sister act."

She looked at him dumbfounded while Lexi rubbed hersel on him like a cat in heat.
Behind his calm blue eyes Curtiss Sparks mind was seething...
Race Bannon...what the fuck did he want!

 

[mya]

"...you know you could make even more money if this were a....sister act," suggested Sparks.

The blood roared in my ears and for a moment I wondered if I had misheard what he had said. But I knew I had not. Wagging my index finger before him, "You get that thought out of your head right NOW! I will not become a stripper. And I don't care who one does it for, it still means taking one's clothes off for money...STRIPPING. Count me out! I'm a lawyer and vice president of a leading software company for God's sake!"

As Lexie got all excited about Sparks offer I reminded her one more time. "Don't forget Race Brannon has an offer for you too Lexie. He should be arriving shortly and he warned not to sign anything before he pitched his idea. It might just be worth more than the kind of money Mr. Sparks here is talking. All it requires is a few more hours of patience dear."

I prayed Lexie would not be rash here.

 

[darrenfate]

RACE

Race sped to the airport and bought a first class, one way ticket to Talahassee with his platinum card. His last "affair" had netted him a cool 100K, and he was feeling flush. Eeee hah. Talahassee. Besides being in the middle of Seminole country <those Gator hunting collegians>, Race knew absolutely nothing about the city.

He settled in first flirting with the red headed flight attendant. Then his mind snapped back to the business at hand. He had said he had a deal, and he had to make one up, and fast. The non stop flight was just four hours. Jayne had that snappy voice cadence that made Race understand she was a no nonsense businesswoman. He grinned as he thought about that personality type. He loved women like this. Lead with the money, Race old boy. Lead with the money. Bring in the questionable morals later, piece by piece.

He had heard all about Curt Sparks. More than a little sleazy, he still ran a high class scam on the side. He always managed to avoid being implicated on deals that fell through. He fell back on being The Curt Sparks. What Billy Crystal is to the Oscars, Sparks was to the beauty pageant circuit. He may be used to running his own show, but Race was sure he'd appeal to the larceny in his soul.

Lexie, Jayne, Sparks, and himself. Race had the grand scheme of all scheme's in mind, and if they could pull it off, he would need each and every one of them in the game. The synergy of their own unique talents would win a monetary prize a hundred times exceeding their own individual efforts.

But first he had to fool them for a bit. And it all started with Jayne. The attendant came by for his drink order -

"A martini, miss. And don't forget the olives. I'd prefer the jar".

Yes, Jayne was on his mind. Race's eyes narrowed, lost in thought. Then it came to him, in a flash of inspiration. That will work!

"Perfect" Race said aloud, to no one in particular as the jet leaped off the runway and into the starless sky.

 

[chanaud]

Lexie

Race Bannon wants to speak to me! I couldn’t believe my ears. Just a few minutes ago, I thought I was finished. Now, I have Curt Sparks and Race Bannon wanting me. It didn’t matter, I didn’t know who Race Bannon is. I was riding on a high and felt great all of a sudden.

My hand continued to trail along Curt Sparks' spine. I must keep him interested until I hear what Race wants from me. Somehow….someway.

I pressed my body to his and allowed my finger to trail down the front of his chest while I batted my long, thick eyelashes at him. “Mr Sparks. Can I talk to my sister, Jay-nee.”

Flashing his bright whites, “Sure doll.”

“Alone?”

“Ermm…Sure. Girl talk, huh? I’ll be right outside the door. Just call me when you’re done, doll.”

Sparks left reluctantly. As soon as the door closed behind him, Jayne turned to me. “What are you doing, sis? Are you serious about taking your clothes off? Do you know what they call women who do that? Prostitutes! It’s another name for hookers. Yes, hookers. The same women who stand on street corners.”

God, Jayne can go on, I thought as I fought hard not to roll my eyes. I knew she wouldn’t understand. With a pout, “Jayne, I won’t let them fuck me. He just wants me to strip for high-class men. Jayne, rich men!”

 

[mya]

Jayne

"Yeah...but...but," I finally stumbled with my reasons for Lexie to say no to the proposition as my mind imagined myself on stage, being ogled and lusted after by wealthy men, men who loved me. It did have a certain appeal. Dammit Jayne...give your head a shake!

Finally inspiration hit again and I tried one final time, admittedly with less passion than before. "But Lexie, you can make good money using your head. Look at me Lexie, I earned over 200 grand last year. Without selling my body...I used my mind. You can do the same."

"But I'm not you Jayne. And I don't want a boring old job like you have and besides I'm not as smart as you. But I have my body Jayne...a body that a lot of men will pay good money to see naked. That's it period. Not to screw, but to see. What's the harm in that. You heard Curt...we could go as a team and make even better money with us both. A sister act! Come on Jayne...at least hear him out. If you promise to hear Curt out with his offer, I promise to hear Race Brannon out. Then together we can decide what's best. OK?" Lexie could always see when I was weakening.

"OK Lexie. This time. But don't expect me to take either one of them up on their offer. Let's call Sparks in and see what he has to offer then."

Lexie jumped up, gave me a hug and a kiss and scrambled to the door, glowing with excitement. "Come on in Mr. Sparks," she cooed, "Jay-nee and I would like to hear your offer." Lexie was once again hanging on the man's arm and plastered to his side. I took a seat and crossed my legs waiting for them to join me.

"Ahhhhhhhh I knew you were a smart woman Jayne," Sparks winked seemingly confident it was a done deal.

"Mr. Sparks in all fairness I must warn you. I am listening only for my sister's sake. Because she asked me. I earned $227,000 last year and I seriously doubt your offer could pay me any more than that. So while I am here to listen to your offer, you should know that it is highly unlikely you could sway me to take you up on your offer. But please...fire away."

 

[ariosto]

"Jayne, Jayne...Always the practical one aren't you?"
He grinned at the older sister, slipped his arm around Lexie's waist and hugged her tight.

"Write this down dear...I'm awful with numbers.", He gave Lexie a peck on the cheek...
"Once a week at some of the most exotic locations on earth, our Miss Talahassee here will do an artistic performance during which she will shed her attire....That sound OK sweetie?"
Sprarks paused and Lexie giggled.
Jayne stamped her foot.
"Come on let's go...what else?"

"Why nothing else at all. Each gathering will be between 50 and 100
very rich and often famous people who will pay 500 dollars to watch the act.
Lets say we take every fourth weekend off, so say 39 shows....now what does that come too?"

Jayne looked at the figures that were blurring before her eyes.
"well.....?"

"Mister Sparks are you telling me that Lexi can make....can make....between one million and two million dollars per year."

"Why yes!, minus my 10 % of course.
And We could charge twice as much for a sister act!"

His smooth tanned face was beaming.

 

[darrenfate]

RACE

As Race's limo pulled up to the hotel, he knew that he would have to have his "A" game. He paused before knocking on the hotel room door. Stopping in front of a mirrored wall he stood tall, straightened his silk Brooks Brother's tie, admired the sharp crease in his Armani suit and shouted -

Whose the Man !

Blood pumping he knocked with the vigor of a man who knew what he wanted. The door swung open, and there stood a vision.

"My name is Jayne, you must be Race, Race Bannon. This is Curt Sparks, and here is my sister Lexie. Please come in. "

Everyone knew the face of Curt Sparks, he was on TV more than Bob Barker on the Price is Right. Severe overexposure, Race thought. That man always looked ready for a photo op. Lexie. A dream boat that just dripped sex appeal from every pore. And a surprise. A quick intelligence that made Race know then and there he surely had his woman. Jayne was stunning in a more demure way. He could tell the money that she was used to having. After being led to the couch, He spoke -

Thank you for having me here on such short notice Lexie and Jayne. I'll get right to the point. I want the rights to your story, Lexie. The whole thing. Book, film the works. Its got everything we want, sex, intrigue, beautiful women and a surprise ending. I'm prepared to negotiate a deal that includes a 50K advance signing bonus.

Now, there are a lot of details left to discuss, but I never do so over an empty stomach. A dinner at Talahassee's finest restaurant is in order. Jayne, since you are representing Lexie, I'd be honored to take you there. Lexie, I'll be back later on after I ~hammer~ out the details with Jayne. I'd like some one on one time to get to know you better. Mr. Sparks, nice to meet you. Maybe you could play yourself in the movie ...

 

[chanaud]

Lexie

My head was spinning from the thought of being rich. Rich! Rich! Rich! Words like millions and 50k bonus were on repeat in my head. The mention of the movie almost made me orgasm. Immediately, I thought of who will play my love interest. Brad Pitt’s came to mind. Yes, maybe, Mr. Bannon can get Brad Pitt. Surveying his expensive suit, she knew he could.

I didn’t even want to look at Jayne. I knew her face would spoil my good mood. Mr. Spark’s teeth were beaming against his permanent tan. Race was businesslike and so cool. I knew if I played my cards right, I can reap from the rewards of both deals. Yes, I knew exactly what I had to do.

Linking arms with Mr. Sparks, I flipped a blond lock out of my face and turned to Race.

“Wait a second here. I trust Jayne but I would like to be involved with this negotiation. Why don’t we all go? Yes, the four of us. What a cozy idea.”

Even when I wasn’t looking at Jayne, I can feel the darts shooting out of her eyes. I knew she wanted me to dump Mr. Sparks.

“We are talking about me, you know.” I wanted them to know I was in charge.

Before waiting for an answer, I continued on. “Where will you be taking us, Mr. Bannon?” My hand slithered down the sides of my curves and asked in a husky voice, “Am I dressed appropriately? Or should I change?”

 

[mya]

Jayne

"Am I dressed appropriately? Or should I change?" Lexie’s obvious fishing for compliments almost had me rolling my eyeballs right there. Men were so obtuse sometimes. It looked to me like these two men were no different than any others that Lexie had ever met, they ate it up.

"Of course you’re fine Lex…you are beautiful as always," I answered promptly trying to move the primping and compliments along quickly. Turning back to Race (I couldn’t help but wonder if that was his given name or one he’d earned by the speed with which me moved in business or perhaps with the ladies), "my sister is right Mr. Brannon, it really is only proper that she hear the deal. After all it is ultimately her choice. And Mr. Sparks has just made a very lucrative offer as well. It is only fair that we listen to both before Lexie makes her decision."

I couldn’t help but wonder what else Race Brannon had to offer. 50 K just as a signing bonus? I was intrigued. So far it sounded like Lexie might be able to make a lot of money and keep her clothes on. I looked over at Curt Sparks one more time...for some reason Lexie seemed to want him along also. Shrugging my shoulders, so be it, "Dinner sounds like a good place to start. I can drive all of us if you wish."

Sparks piped up then flashing a big white toothed grin, as he wrapped his arm around my waist and began to usher us out the door, "No need for that Dear Jayne, my limo awaits us." With great aplomb he lead me to the limo and helped me in, Race and Lexie followed along. "Ohhhhhhhhhhh this is just so exciting!" Lexie tittered and again I had to refrain from rolling my eyes. My sister was beautiful and I loved her dearly, but sometimes she just made me cringe when she single handedly set women’s lib back several years with her comments.

 

[ariosto]

As the 18 foot Lincoln Limo pulled away from the curb, Sparks mind was racing....racing...
Race Bannon was a slick con artist. Slick as they come.
True, his own offer to Lexie might be considered a bit 'seamy', but it was honest and they'd all make a pack of money on it.
But Banon would leave them all high and dry...look at him...the weasel.

"Why Lexi Sweetie, I think Races idea is fabulous don't you!"
He slipped an arm around her creamy shoulders and stared straight at Jayne, teeth flashing all the while.
"Yes indeed I do.
Say Race weren't you involved in that tragic affair with Lola LeMay...you know that lil'Ol Gal who came up outta nowhere with her harmonica and..."

Bannon changed the subject fast.
"Who would you like for your love interest Lexie?"
Was that a frown of anoyance on Jaynes face?

Lexie squirmed warmly at the very thought of it.
"Actually I have an idea that may allow us to capitalise on both our plans for our delectable beauty Queen..." Sparks interupted.
He tapped on the glass behind him.

"Carter, take us to the airport."
He smiled at everybody.
"We can talk in my Lear Jet. Have some cocktails...get...comfortable."

"OHHH Mister Sparks!...You have your own airplane!"
She snuggled up against him...eyes wide with admiration.
Sparks looked at Race and Jayne with infuriating smug complacency.

 

[darrenfate]

RACE

Race smiled at Spark's ego, his obvious display of wealth did indeed seem to have its intended effect on Lexie. Sitting across from her as she squirmed in her seat made Race see for himself just how much she dripped sex appeal. Play it cool Race old boy bide your time.

Jayne settled in next to him, her simple short dress sliding up her thigh as she sat. Race deliberately put his leg against hers and kept it there, might as well test the water now. Sitting beside her he saw from the side just how large her breasts really were. Despite her best attempts to downplay her physical appearance, Jayne was worthy of being Lexie's sister. He turned to Jayne and said -

"Jayne, by the way, the name is Bannon . But to use an old joke you can call me Race, just so long as you do call me! I am sure that I am in the right place, I just have a good ~feeling~ that we will be able to do business together."

The remainder of the short drive was passed in small talk, although he saw that Jayne never moved her leg away. Sparks ushered them to the steps of the gleaming white Lear jet, sitting ever ready on the tarmac. Race and Sparks lingered letting the two climb the 10 steps up to the plane. They weren't disappointed, Lexie swayed her delicious ass with every step!

Just as Sparks went to follow, Race grabbed his arm. He whispered in a sotto voice that only Curt could hear -

"Look, you and I need to play ball together. One big happy family. We can all make money. if we work against each other, we'll both end up with nothing. No more comments on LeMay, and I won't bring up that "association" you have with Cecchini. Jayne would be very interested to know a federal grand jury is investigating. I'm not asking you to trust me, but we can both get what we want. Both long term and ... "

Jayne hit the last stair, and with a dazzling smile at them disappeared inside.

"Short term. In fact, I'd guess the very short term".

 

[chanaud]

Lexie

My heart stopped when my eyes feasted on the interior decor of the phallic shaped plane. Everything was velvet red! The walls and ceiling was covered with velvet red. There was a circular velvet bench in the center of the plane surrounded by marbled glass-topped tables. Off to the side were a bucket of chilled Moet and a sterling silver bowl of Russian caviar.

I grabbed my sister’s arm and screamed in delight. “Oh Jay-nee. Look at all this. All because of me……ermmm us.”

Jayne’s eyes narrowed. Instead of the usual preacher’s speech, she surprised me as she hissed vehemently in my ear. “Contain yourself Lexie. You’re acting like a high schooler.”

Frowning at my sister, I tried so desperately for an equal response. Nothing. Blank. I couldn’t think of a thing and soon Sparks and Race was behind us saving me from thinking so hard.
My pageant smile returned immediately. “Mr. Sparks, wherever are we going to dine tonight?”

With a wink and another flash of bright whites, he turned to the awaiting Anne Nicole Smith look alike stewardess, “Why don’t you break open the bottle and inform Carter to fire up the engine for Miami. I think we’re in the mood for some Salsa tonight.”

Her stone face didn’t give as she nodded her head professionally. “Yes, Mr. Sparks. Right away.”

Again, my bright blue eyes lit up. Only this time, my nipples responded equally to the sound of arriving in Miami in style.

 

[mya]

Jayne

The ride to the airport had been thrilling in an odd way. Race’s leg against mine caused my heart to beat a bit quicker. He seemed interested in me…could that be? And Mr. Sparks kept flashing me come-hither smiles that were also helping to make me feel more like a woman than I’d ever felt. These two men were giving me a glimpse of the power Lexie wielded with her body every day and also the pleasure she received from it. I could not remain immune to their seemingly sexual interest or the kind of money they were offering.

As we entered the airplane, I had a strong suspicion we’d walked into a boudoir with wings, I looked up expecting to also find mirrors on the ceiling. Thankfully there were none. One thing I could tell, red velvet or no red velvet, this was the plane of a man with money. In her own way, Lexie knew it too and began to gush openly. Both men would be able to spot her for an easy mark. I had to get her to shut up fast, so I hissed at her, "Contain yourself Lexie. You’re acting like a high schooler." I immediately felt badly for I knew that sometimes I was too hard on her.

As Mr. Sparks gave orders to his staff to take-off and to serve us dinner, Lexie was positively lapping up the extravagance before her. I too was more impressed than I dared to let on. As Lexie settled on the round lush velvet bench in the middle of the plane, I snuggled against her and whispered for her ears only, "Sorry Sis, you’re not a high schooler. But we need to negotiate a deal here. The less these two men think we want to make a deal, the more we’re likely to get from their offer. Get it? It’s like playing hard to get with the boy you most want to take you to the prom. Make them want you so bad that they pull out all the stops to get you. Then after they rent a limo, bring you flowers, and buy all your drinks, maybe then you let ‘em fuck. Get it? If we play our cards close to our chest here, we both stand to make a ton of money Lex. Help me out here by not letting these men know how easily you’d take what they’re offering. Play hard to get OK?"

By now Mr. Sparks curiosity as he witnessed the tête-à-tête I was having with my sister had him joining us on the large sofa. His thigh rested against mine as the waitress moved closer with the wine and he asked, "Ladies? Wine?" I nodded and responded, "Don’t mind if I do." Lexie, obviously trying to play the scenario like I wanted it contained her excitement and merely answered, "Yes please." She glanced at me silently questioning if she was doing it right. I smiled at her and winked. She was doing just fine. Race Brannon strode about the plane silently, looking out the window, checking out the art on the walls, seemingly inspecting the interior of the plane with great interest.

 

[ariosto]

"Look at this!"
Sparks said flashing another million dollar smile.
He hit a remote and panels slid back to reveal a mirrored ceiling.
Lexi cooed inspite of herself but but Curt's eyes never left Jaynes face.
She blushed but recovered quickly,
"Do you use them for shaving Mister Sparks?"
Bannon laughed and the MC smiled.

"Please Jayne, call me Curt or Curtis, why even Sparkie..."
"OK, I like that....Sparkie."
Lexi's sister crossed her long legs and smiled herself, it was her turn.

His hand strayed down to Lexi's thigh, which he began to stroke in a most nonchalant way as Anna Nicole started serving their drinks with more than generous helpings of cleavage thrown in.

"You know ladies...and Race, I think I've figured out away that we can have our cake...and eat it to."
From the hot squeeze on her knee, Lexi knew exactly what kind of cake Sparkie wanted to eat.