Vegas Virgin

by Kelli Callahan

  “It isn’t anything like the real thing.” He pushed me back towards the bed and started peeling off my clothes.

  Vincent gave me a few smacks on my ass once we were undressed and I crawled onto the bed with him behind me. He put a hand around my thighs and pressed his cock against the entrance of my pussy once the condom was on. I was already so wet from the thought of what we were going to do that he was easily able to enter me. He put his hand on my back and pushed me down against the bed until my chin was resting on it and he was buried inside my pussy.

  His hands slid along my back and held my hair as he started to pump his cock into me. It was fast, hard, and immediately made me start to moan. My pussy had fully adjusted to him after our two previous encounters and it felt even better the third time. The soreness was mostly gone outside of a slight hint of it when he really picked up the speed, but even that faded when my g-spot was ignited with the desire I was feeling. I bit down on the bedspread and started breathing heavily when I came close to orgasm within a couple of minutes of being pounded by his enormous cock.

  “Damn, you’re already about to cum?” He slapped my ass hard. “I guess you want more than one today.”

  “Yes!” My words were muffled against the bedspread.

  My body surged with pleasure. The orgasm built faster than any that I had ever had before it. He was like a beast behind me, pounding with every inch going deep inside me my pussy with his thunderous thrusts. I squealed with pleasure when I felt the orgasm get pushed over the edge and spiral to the point of no return. My muscles tightened and then started to relax. My pussy spasmed with the bliss roaring from with him. The orgasm seemed to make him able to go even faster with the added lubrication. My pussy massaged his length with the orgasmic spasms, but he was still going and barely throbbing. He kept hammering his cock into me so hard that he had to dig his hands into my thighs just to keep me from being thrown off the bed. I could feel it shaking underneath us with every spring getting worked out as much as my pussy. He continued to drive his dick deep and I felt another orgasm building. He pulled my head back with his grip on my hair and I had to release the grip my teeth had on the bedspread. I started to orgasm again and a scream rushed from my throat.

  “Yeah, that’s what I like to hear.” He brought his hand down hard on my ass again. “Scream for me, baby.”

  “Oh god!” I squealed and screamed again as a third orgasm immediately built on top of the second.

  There was no way for me to control my body. It was trapped in his mercy and he wasn’t showing me an ounce of it. My third orgasm was even more powerful than the one before it and I thought I was going to die from the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through my veins. It wasn’t enough for him—my body still didn’t bring his release. He slumped against me, nothing but hard, furious thrusts being driven into my pussy. My scalp was almost touching my back with the way he was holding my hair in his grasp. I felt another orgasm building and then I started to feel his cock throb with more intensity. It pulsated as my fourth orgasm roared from me, accompanied by another scream, and then he started to ejaculate. The condom ballooned inside me while my pussy squeezed the manhood from his cock. Surges of cum filled his shaft and erupted inside me before he was finally spent. I immediately slumped against the bed and he slowly descended on top of me, kissing the back of my neck before he released his grip on my hair and fell beside me with an arm across my shoulders.

  “Holy fuck...” My breath came out in hurried pants.

  “There wasn’t anything holy about that.” His breath matched mine. “That was almost demonic.”

  “You’ve turned me into a sex demon—I can’t wait to tell my parents.” I chuckled and turned towards him.

  “I got you something, sex demon.” He reached for his pants that were laying at the foot of the bed.

  “You did?” I blinked in surprise.

  “Just a little something to remember me by once you’re back home in Georgia.” His hand dug into the pocket and when he pulled it out, I saw a beautiful heart shaped pendant hanging from a gold chain.

  “That—that’s beautiful.” I lifted up as he started to fasten it around my neck and I took the pendant in my hand, rubbing my fingers across the gemstones. “Wait, how did you buy this? You were stealing luggage a few days ago!”

  “My luck turned around a little bit. I won’t be stealing luggage again—ever.” He smiled and kissed my shoulder.

  “Is this stolen—you know what, I don’t want to know. Thank you so much. It’s gorgeous. I will definitely think of you every time I wear it.” I let the pendant fall against my chest and snuggled next to him.

  I FELT MY HEART ACHING when Vincent had to go. The harsh reality was that I would only see him one more time before I boarded the plane to head back home. I had fallen for a man I hardly knew and while it wasn’t the kind of love that would end in marriage, it was still something very real that I knew I would miss. Fiona returned and we didn’t talk about Vincent, but she immediately noticed the necklace. I could tell she was choosing her words carefully as she tried to avoid directly saying he probably stole it. I knew that was probably the case as well, but there was still something exciting about the fact he stole it for me. Perhaps there was a part of Vincent that was rubbing off on me. It would actually go very well with my ensemble for the Celine Dion concert. I put on my dress and when I stepped in front of the mirror, I actually looked elegant. The necklace sparkled and was something that would instantly draw attention as it accentuated my outfit perfectly.

  “Okay, let’s go.” I turned around in front of the mirror and made sure there were no creases in my dress.

  “We’ve still got an hour.” Fiona sat down on the side of the bed.

  “Why don’t we hit up the casino? We haven’t won yet...” I slid my foot into my heels.

  “Sounds good.” Fiona nodded and started putting on her shoes.

  We walked into the casino and I felt like a supermodel when I walked to the table with my elegant dress pressed perfectly to my form and my beautiful necklace sparkling in the lights. I noticed a few people look at me, and some were even whispering. I started to wonder if the necklace was even more expensive than I thought it was when a couple of guys lingered near the table—either that or they were about to ask the two of us out. Fiona noticed as well, and she looked at me with an uncomfortable stare.

  When they didn’t approach us, I actually started to get nervous about the way they were looking at us. Even when I won a couple of hands of Blackjack, I wasn’t excited because their eyes were still lingering at the edge of the room. We played a few more hands and lost most of the chips we had won and the ones we bought before deciding it was time to head to the concert.

  “Fiona, I think those guys liked you.” I nudged her in the ribs.

  “I don’t think so. They were kind of creepy.” She shuddered and pointed towards the front desk. “Want me to ask for a shuttle?”

  “No, we can walk. It isn’t far.” I started towards the door and she followed behind me.

  The night air was refreshing when we stepped outside. It had cooled off considerably since our morning excursion and I started to feel excitement when I saw Celine Dion’s face on one of the lit up screens nearby. Fiona and I had been talking about seeing her play in Vegas ever since we found my mom’s Titanic DVD when we were kids. We walked fast and our heels echoed on the pavement. It wasn’t quite as busy as it normally was, but there were still people around. A loud noise caught my attention and then tires screeched to a halt beside us. I stopped walking, as did Fiona. Our attention was drawn to the black van that had come to an abrupt stop. The side door opened and two men jumped out—it took me a second to realize that it was the two men from the casino—and another second to spot the gun that the first one was holding. The crowd noticed them, but they didn’t seem to care. They pointed their guns directly at the two of us and one of them grabbed me by the arm. He had jet black hair that was slicked back and piercing ey
es.

  “Let’s go!” His words had an angry tone.

  “No! Leave me alone!” I pulled out of his grasp and my purse went flying off my arm.

  “Help!” Fiona was able to yell, but the other guy clamped his hand over her mouth and started dragging her towards the van.

  “You’re coming with us.” The man reached out for me again as I tried to turn. I turned to run, but I felt his hand around my waist.

  “No! Let me go!” Before I could say anything else, he put his hand over my mouth and started dragging me towards the van.

  Chapter 12: Vincent

  M y brief relationship with Peoria ended with no warning at all. She seemed so excited about the necklace and I thought I would get to see her again, but it didn’t seem to be the case. I woke up rather early and sent her a text message to let her know I was thinking about her, but there was no response. I sent a couple more messages throughout the day, but when noon passed with no response, I realized her silence was intentional. I dropped my phone on the coffee table and walked into the bathroom. The video and a picture that she hid her face in was the only thing I had besides the memories. I stepped into the shower and let the water run down my face. A million thoughts started running through my head, but the only thing I could think of that would have changed anything was the necklace. It was a stupid idea—I shouldn’t have given it to her. It was the only thing that could have scared her off. Either she was more upset than she let on that I could have possibly stolen it, or she didn’t like the fact I gave it to her in the first place. I sighed angrily and hit the wall before I turned off the water and reached for my towel.

  At least I didn’t give her the diamond ring—that would have definitely confused her.

  “Fuck...” I stared at the mirror and wiped away the condensation. As I stood there staring at my reflection and contemplating a shave, my phone started to ring.

  Peoria

  “Hello?” I picked up the phone and immediately swiped my finger across the screen so I could answer it.

  “Vincent?” A raspy voice sounded in my ear.

  “What? Who is this?” I pulled the phone away and looked at the screen. It wasn’t Peoria’s number.

  “My name is Detective John Rogers. I’d like to ask you some questions. Can you come to the station?” He spoke fast, but as I heard his words, my heart sank into my stomach.

  Oh shit.

  “The police station?” I tried to stall, just asking anything I could think of. I ran to my closet and threw my duffel bag on the bed.

  “Yes—can you come right away? I need to speak with you about a Ms. Peoria Talbot.” His voice stopped me in my tracks.

  “Peoria?” I pulled the phone away from my ear again and looked at the screen. “Wait, what is this about?”

  He’s not calling about the jewelry store—if they knew about the robbery, they would be breaking down my door instead of calling me.

  “We got your number off of her phone. Mr. Vincent—what is your last name, anyway?” The Detective’s voice paused.

  This is just a burner phone I picked up at the grocery store—they don’t even know who I am.

  “Vincent will do.” I sat down on the edge of the bed. “Did something happen to Peoria?”

  “I’d rather talk about this in person.” His voice started to get a little angry.

  “I’d rather you tell me what the fuck is going on.” My tone matched his. “Did something happen to her?”

  “She’s been kidnapped, along with her friend, Fiona Marquette.” The anger in his voice subsided slightly. “Look, I’d like to talk to you. We have her phone, we’ve read your text messages. It sounds like you two are an item?”

  Something like that.

  “Which police station?” I didn’t bother answering his question.

  “The one on Forty-First.” I was already dressing as he told me where to go.

  “I’ll be right there.” I slid my finger across my screen and reached for a shirt.

  “I ’M VINCENT.” I EXTENDED my hand to Detective Rogers as he walked over and introduced himself.

  “Let’s go back here and talk.” He motioned to one of the interrogation rooms.

  “I’m not under arrest, am I? I’m not going in there unless I am. We can talk right here.” Just staring at the interrogation room gave me a bit of anxiety.

  “No, you’re not under arrest. You’re not a suspect.” He shook his head quickly. “We know who took her.”

  “Who?” I stepped closer and locked eyes with the detective.

  “She got grabbed in the middle of a busy street by two guys in a black van. There’s only one man in Las Vegas brave enough to do that—and it sounds like a whole lot of other kidnapping reports sitting on my desk.” He sighed angrily.

  Oh my god.

  “Lawson King?” My knees went weak just saying his name. Lawson King was a Mob boss—the last of his kind in Las Vegas.

  “Yes sir.” Detective Rogers nodded with a grimace. “He’s been pretty active in the last twenty-four hours. The word on the street is that someone hit one of his jewelry stores and he’s been picking up everyone who might know anything—not good for them. I just have no idea why he would kidnap a couple of tourists.”

  Floyd, you son of a bitch.

  “I have to go.” I turned away from the detective and started walking towards the exit.

  “Mr. Vincent—wait.” Detective Rogers closed the distance between us and grabbed me by the arm. “Look, if you know something, please talk to me.”

  “I don’t know anything that can help you.” I pulled away from him and walked out of the police station.

  “F LOYD, WHAT THE FUCK !” I hit his door hard enough to send it crashing into him and break the flimsy chain. I followed it with a punch that landed on his jaw and sent him spinning backwards towards the floor.

  “Vincent! Stop! What the hell, man?” He held his jaw as he looked up at my from the floor.

  “That jewelry store was owned by Lawson King! You fucking idiot!” My blood was boiling to the point I could hear my pulse beating in my ears.

  “Oh shit...” His eyes opened wide. The man who rarely showed emotion was absolutely terrified. “We have to get out of town.”

  “It’s too late for that. He took her.” My jaw clenched and I exhaled angrily. “We have to give him the jewelry back and beg him not to kill her.”

  “What? Who?” Floyd blinked as his eyes returned to normal size.

  “Peoria! The girl we stole luggage from.” I put my hands on his hips.

  “So? Who gives a shit—he’ll kill us if he finds out we stole from him!” Floyd stood and put his head in his hands.

  “I’ve been seeing her, Floyd.” I let my anger settle for a moment. “I gave her the necklace I kept—that has to be how he found her, or else he would have come straight for us.”

  “Fuck! She’s going to tell him who you are. We have to get the fuck out of town. Fuck the girl, Vincent—we have to go!” He ran to his bedroom and I heard him slinging stuff out of his closet.

  “Go if you want, but the jewelry stays—you hear me? You can’t take anything. I’ve got to try and talk with him.” I walked into his bedroom.

  “You have my word, man. I don’t want any of that shit. I’m leaving and I’m never coming back to Las Vegas.” Floyd quickly started stuffing some of his clothes in a suitcase.

  “It’s been good knowing you, Floyd. I won’t tell him you were involved. If someone is going to die for this, I’ll take the bullet.” I turned away from Floyd and started walking towards the door.

  Just as long as it isn’t Peoria.

  Chapter 13: Peoria

  I had never known real fear before I landed in the back of the black van. I thought I had. I got scared when I thought I had left my phone in the bathroom once at the mall, fearing someone had stolen it. I got scared when I couldn’t find my shoe before church one morning, fearing that I had accidentally put it in the laundry. Those things didn�
��t describe real terror.

  The fear I felt was reflected in Fiona’s eyes as well. Our hands were bound behind our backs once the van started to pull away, and gags were stuffed in our mouths to keep us from saying anything. The van roared along the strip and then the lights of the city vanished when we went into some sort of parking garage. We were taken to an elevator, pushed and shoved mercilessly when we didn’t walk fast enough. The elevator took us up a few flights and then we were separated. Fiona was carried down the hallway and I screamed her name, even against my gag, but I was pushed in the opposite direction. I was taken into a small room with a steel table and bound to a chair. A few minutes later, the man who had taken me walked in and slammed the door.

  “I’m going to ask you a few questions.” He pulled the gag out of my mouth and then sat down across from me.

  “Why are you doing this?” I looked at him with confusion in my eyes.

  “I said I would be asking questions—not you.” He folded his arms across his chest. “Where did you get the necklace?”

  “What?” I looked down at my chest, but the necklace was gone. I hadn’t even noticed when it was taken with all the commotion.

  “It is a one of a kind piece, designed by Salvatore Bali for a very special young lady he was seeing.” He continued staring at me. “One of our jewelry stores was robbed yesterday by two rather large men—they took everything. I know you and your friend didn’t steal from us, but you know who gave it to you.”

  “If it was stolen, just keep it. You didn’t have to bring me here just to take it back!” I ran my tongue across my lips when I felt them crack where they had dried out while my mouth was gagged.

  “That would be easy, wouldn’t it? I’m not interested in just one necklace. I want the rest of the stuff that was stolen too, and since it wasn’t in your hotel room, I’m guessing whoever gave you the necklace has it.” He unfolded his arms and tapped his fingers on the table. “I’m trying not to lose my temper—I would really like it if you would just answer my questions so I don’t have to ruin that pretty face.”