by Jenna Kelly
No, it wasn't okay, but one step at a time. There'd be plenty of other opportunity, and Kaitlyn needed the girl to imbibe if her plans were to reach fruition. She smiled sweetly and inserted her Slade finger between her own glossy lips, rubbing a little on her gums. Set the right example!
Her movements were slow, sensuous, allowing the blonde's big eyes to take in each movement. Corrupting an innocent was such a turn on!
"Take the dress off," she murmured, making sure Marissa watched as she licked the residue from her finger, like she was sucking a cock.
The girl took a deep breath before unzipping her red dress. Stepping out of the garment, she passed it into the brunette's outstretched hand. Kaitlyn carefully draped it over a chair, her dark eyes drinking in the voluptuous sight in front of her.
The photographs didn't do her justice. Neither did the video. Standing demurely in the burgundy plunge bra and matching thong, she was as hot a prospect as Kaitlyn had ever seen. And she'd seen plenty.
Under the woman's critical gaze, Marissa felt as nervous as she'd ever been. She hesitantly pulled the right strap of her bra back into place as it fell from her shoulder. The way her nipples pushed through it didn't help.
It took half an hour to complete the shots, but it was time well spent. Although Kaitlyn didn't need the photographs, it was important to identify how the young woman reacted to instructions, presented her body.
She was impressive. Not just that she was anxious to please. It was the way she responded, she was comfortable in her own skin. And that combination of innocence and sexiness! No—not just sexiness, it was almost lewd the way she naturally moved, as if offering herself.
This girl was a real find. That was certain. With just a little manipulation, she'd have her in front of a movie camera before she knew it. In fact, they were shooting a movie within a week.
God, that would be perfect!! Her body grew moist at the thought.
Kaitlyn picked up the red dress, but held onto it rather than immediately return it to the girl. "That was excellent, Marissa," she murmured. "You looked so comfortable with your body. Are you?"
The blonde's excitement got the better of her. If this woman wanted confidence, she'd give it her. If she wanted sexiness, she'd give her that, too. She wanted this job. Resting one hand on her cocked hip, she ran the other through her hair. "Very," she smiled; enjoying the way Kaitlyn's eyes devoured her body.
The growl the brunette gave told them both they were on dangerous ground. The Agency owner was close to taking advantage. She could have the young model, there and then. She could almost smell the girl's arousal. But rushing things was dangerous. One step at a time—
With a resigned sigh, she reluctantly held the dress out. "Better get dressed."
***
The sexy young woman was easy to talk to. Very easy. She'd listened attentively to David's story, and somehow he found himself explaining everything about the build up to his Vegas adventure.
The way she'd continually held his arm, squeezing it gently whenever she had a question, felt pretty natural, too.
"So, this Natalie," she smiled, stopping him in the quiet lobby area before returning to the suite. "Are you in love with her?"
He hesitated. What to say? They had been in love. But things were changing. He wasn't a fool. That spark was missing and they had to find it again. "We used to be—"
Reagan nodded. That way she had of at him made the Englishman feel she could read his mind. No fooling this girl. Were all American women like this? "When did you say she perform at Samson Smith's?" she continued. "Tomorrow night?"
David nodded, trying to keep his gaze away from the breasts she kept rubbing against his arm. "It's her big opportunity," he mumbled
The redhead smiled. The club he mentioned was well known as a superior version of Midnight Hot. They'd lost a few girls there recently. "And her sister -- Marissa? Her modelling audition's tonight?" She began to walk again. "Hmmm, we could have three new stars on the Vegas scene."
David's eyes creased. Three?
Her laugh confirmed she'd read his mind. "Of course! A singer, a model—and a poker player. Want to get your travel bag and goodies?"
He nodded, time to get back to his room and see if the sister's had returned. Following her through the double doors and along the confusing corridors, he heard the buzz of noise from the suite ahead of them.
Instead of continuing all the way, she stopped one door removed and with a challenging look, she pulled him inside. This was wicked, she knew. She had a boyfriend, after all. But then Charles had coerced her into having sex with clients at the club. Was this so different?
For a second, David wondered why she didn't flick the light switch on, but her lips on his gave the explanation. Her kiss was softer, yet more passionate than Natalie's.
"Reagan—" he gasped, but her hand between his legs stopped him. His denim-covered cock grew instantly under the stroking fingers.
"That feels good, Englishman," she murmured, leaving him stupidly wondering if it was a question or statement.
Whichever, she was right. But this was wrong. "Reagan! We shouldn't—"
His gasp was louder when her hand left his erection. Disappointment or relief? But then they were on his, dragging them to the tits she'd free from their covering. God, they felt incredible. He couldn't resist, kneading the twin beauties, pulling the hard nipples between thumb and forefingers.
"Yessss," the redhead hissed, sliding a hand back down to unzip him and fish his cock through the gap in his jeans.
Reason told him to stop now, but his cock was sending other messages to his brain. His head hit the wall as he threw it backwards. Even in the dark, he could sense her lustful smile as she slid down between his legs and sheathed his hardness between her lips.
"Let yourself go, Englishman," she mumbled, as her hot mouth temporarily slurped off him. "You need this as much as I do."
She was right. He did. But that didn't change the fact that this was wrong. With a superhuman effort dredged up from somewhere, his hands slipped under her arms, dragging her slender body upwards.
"Reagan! You're the sexiest woman I've ever set eyes on. But I can't… I just can't. I'm with Natalie—"
To his surprise, when her mouth found his again, it wasn't a kiss designed to change his mind. It was tender, long and warm.
"A man with morals," she muttered, pulling back and stroking his crinkly hair. "The more I get to know you, Englishman, the more I like."
***
"I'm very pleased, Marissa," Kaitlyn told the blonde, leading her back through to the reception area.
The younger sister couldn't help her beam of happiness, despite trying to disguise the shudder of pleasure from Kaitlyn's words. Be professional, she told herself, but still the inane grin wouldn't disappear. This was working out better than she thought. Both Kaitlyn and Daryl were pleased with her. And the way the brunette had checked out her body! Maybe she could use that to manipulate her way to the top?
Kaitlyn Kristen smiled at the way the blonde preened herself. She'd deliberately laid it on thick. Make the blonde feel good. Help her sense the big time. Make her hot for it. Desperate, even—
"Tell me, honey. I only want models that're willing to sacrifice everything. I can't make you a star unless you have that need inside you."
The blonde reacted the way she wanted. Desperation covered her face. "Kaitlyn, I want this more than anything," she pleaded, grasping the raven haired beauty's arm to emphasise the point. "I'll work as hard as possible."
"Perfect," Kaitlyn sweetly smiled, disguising her feeling of triumph. "How long are you in Vegas."
Marissa glanced at Natalie. She'd almost forgotten she was there. Their return air tickets would see them leave in a week.
Her sister smiled back. Watching Fashion TV on the large screen hadn't been the most invigorating way of passing the last hour, though the chilled chardonnay had helped. She'd savoured three glasses.
"I'm here for as
long as you want me," she answered, swinging her attention back to Kaitlyn.
"Good!" came the brunette's firm answer. "We'll know tomorrow if the agency want you. If they do, we'll shoot the day after."
"The day after—?" Marissa couldn't disguise her surprise.
"Oh, yes. We're already running out of time. I assume that's fine with you? We'll sort out the money and terms later. You won't be disappointed."
Kaitlyn's voice brooked no argument. She wasn't going to get one. "Absolutely," Marissa beamed, running a hand through her blonde tresses. "That would be fantastic, Kaitlyn."
"Absolutely," repeated Natalie, as the two sisters made their way from the building five minutes later. "Abso-fucking-lutely!!"
Kaitlyn Kristen licked her glossy lips in anticipation as she watched the two sisters climb inside the taxi. If her instincts were correct, this young woman would reach the top of her profession. It just wouldn't be modelling.
***
Charles couldn't believe what he'd done. He kept staring at the river card, as though he could change it from a heart to a spade with his mind. He glanced down at his hold cards again. His flush came up short, the chase was over.
"Good game, son," the greasy haired old man laughed across the table. The rest of the guys around the card table joined in. In truth, it wasn't a good game at all. They'd brutalized him. He'd never lost fifty thousand grand so fast. Fuck, he'd never lost that sort of money at all! This card room had taken it before he'd finished his first beer.
The blonde cashier gave him a sympathetic look as he handed in his empty chip rack. "Better luck next time, kid," she said.
Luck had nothing to do with this. Charles knew he wasn't too bright, but he knew a set up for a set up. In the parking lot, he pulled out his phone and called the number Big Jack had given him.
"Charles!" the gangster said enthusiastically. "So you decided to make me riches?"
"You set me up!" he accused.
"Tsk, tsk. Now what kind of thing is that to say to your new best friend? What are you talking about?"
Suddenly unsure, Charles ventured, "You... you don't know?"
"Know what?"
"I lost it all." Saying it gave it weight. Admitting that he'd lost fifty grand aloud felt like a crippling blow. He sat down on the curb and began to shake.
"All of it? All of the money?"
"I'll pay you back. I swear. I'll... I'll work another job. I'll—"
He stopped because Big Jack was laughing on the other end. "Charles, Charles, Charles... you know, it was never my money?"
Confused and hysterical, Charles asked, "What? Then whose?"
"I spoke to those loan sharks of yours. Told them you'd pay them back with interest. It was your chance to get on their good side, Charles. But now! Now, Charles, that's a lot of bread you owe them."
Charles's blood ran cold through his veins. He'd thought he might be able to appeal to Big Jack's better nature. How stupid, the gangster didn't have one. And as for the loan sharks -- they had a reputation for dealing with bad credit loans fatally. And this was strike two for Charles. Not to mention Reagan. What was she going to say? She'd worked hard to help him start to clear the financial hole they'd been in.
She was going to kill him - if the loan sharks didn't get to him first. He was a dead man.
"Charles, you there?" Big asked for the second time.
"Yeah, I'm here. You just killed me, man."
"I didn't make you walk into that card room. I didn't force you to play for broke." Charles held the phone away and vomited into the street. "Want me to give you the loan shark's number?" Big was saying when he brought the phone back to his ear. "They'll be looking for you before the night's out."
"Fuck you." He punched the end button and slipped the phone back into his pocket. He still had his earlier winnings off of Big Jack. Five thousand in rolled hundreds. It was a start, but he had to act quickly. He could grab only the essentials from his apartment and still catch the midnight bus out of Vegas. Five thousand was enough to disappear, right?
It had to be, or he wouldn't live to see the sunrise.
*****
Marissa and Natalie were unused to luxurious splendour such as the Pinot Brasserie. That had made their leisurely breakfast in the Venetian restaurant even more enjoyable. The short taxi ride from the Rio was a minor inconvenience -- this was an early celebration, Natalie told Marissa. If David were wasting a thousand dollars in a pre-Main Event tournament, she'd spend a little extra on her and her younger sister.
Natalie had no doubt Marissa would be offered the modelling assignment. Kaitlyn's reaction had been a clear indication of that. Of course she couldn't confirm anything there and then, but that woman was nobody's fool and wouldn't have gone to the trouble she had, if there'd been any doubt. She knew her sister felt the same way, even though she was afraid to admit it. Tempting fate.
"Maybe," she told her sister. "But let's wait 'til I get the call from Kaitlyn. That's when I'll start to believe it's gonna happen."
"You should've stripped naked, Marissa," Natalie laughed. "That would have guaranteed the job."
"Are you kidding?" the younger sister grinned. "I think I'm getting fat, don't you?" The both threw their heads back and laughed at the absurdity of the remark. There wasn't an ounce of excess fat on the blonde woman. "But I wasn't far off naked, Natalie. Down to my underwear. Thank goodness we put on the sexy stuff."
The brunette's eyes widened and she grabbed her sister's arm. "Marissa!" she gasped in disbelief. "You only have sexy underwear!"
"That's a point," the younger sister laughed, leaning into Natalie so they couldn't be overheard. "You know something, she offered me some coke! Can you believe that?!"
"Coke?!"
Marissa nodded solemnly, her brow furrowing in confirmation. "And you shouldda seen her face when I stripped! Natalie, she looked like she could eat me there and then! Do you think she's bi?"
"How would I know?" her sister answered, one eyebrow raised. The wicked glint in her eye suggested she'd anticipated the next question.
Marissa returned the secret agent-type look. "You're the one in the family with experience of women," she laughed, glancing around to make sure they weren't being overheard.
Natalie playfully punched her sister's arm. "Well, possibly not for much longer, honey. If Kaitlyn gave you the eye, it must mean she wants some of that pussy—"
"Pussy?" Marissa laughed. "Natalie, you're awful!"
"I'm serious," her older sister told her, tapping her wrist. "This is Vegas! What if that's what it takes?"
Marissa's humorous expression changed in an instant. "You know the answer, Natalie, my career's as important to me as yours is to you. I'd fuck a donkey if that's what it takes!"
"A donkey?" her sister cried, almost doubling over with laughter.
Marissa began to laugh, too, and held out her upraised hand. "You know what I mean," she said, running her other hand through her blonde locks. "Besides, you've already told me what it was like with Lindsay. Maybe I'm curious and want to try, too?"
Natalie sat up, holding her hurting sides. "Give me that tissue," she blurted, snapping it from Marissa's hand and wiping the tears of laughter that were rolling down both cheeks. "You've always been curious, sis! Ever since you stole my first boyfriend."
The blonde grinned nervously. That wasn't a conversation she wanted to get into. They'd had enough conversations about that particular night. "Anyway, Natalie, how about you? You nervous about tonight?"
"Terrified," her sister replied, dabbing the corner of one eye. "Simply terrified!"
Marissa curled her lip in sympathy. She understood. "You're sure you don't want me to go along with you to your meeting with Samson Smith?"
Natalie shook her head and swivelled in her seat as she called for their check. "Don't worry, little sis," she sighed. "You just stay by that phone until you get the call. I'll face Samson Smith myself this afternoon, you just make sure you're supporting me tonigh
t." She glanced at her watch as she pulled out her credit card. "Meanwhile, let's get back to the Rio. I need to dress to impress!"
"Samson will love you," Marissa told her, with a wistful look. "And you'll be wonderful tonight. Both David and I will be there to support you, Natalie."
Her sister threw back her head and snorted. "David? You've got to be fucking kidding me!"
The way she spat out the words shocked Marissa. "Natalie—"
"No, Marissa, don't defend him. He wasn't with me when I went to the party at Robert's. And he's not here now, he's already downtown registering for his tournament today. The one he's wasting a thousand bucks on. He's told me that if he does well, he'll be playing 'til late. My fucking Vegas debut and he might not be there. How's that for support?"
