Vegas Savages

Chapter Two-2

“Ta Janie, you look like way hot tonight.”

I blush and exaggerate two finger points at me. Kim laughs, nails my eyes with hers and nods seductively at me as I purr.

“Oh you doll. You say that to all the girls.”

I gulp, for you know she’s young and all bullet-proof and such.

I sigh as she wag’s a forefinger at me, and wets her full lips with the pinkest tongue I have ever seen.

I actually feel a fissure cracking through my cunt as she slots her elbows on the bar top, gets a little closer and whispers. “No way Janie. You’re just so radical. All the girl’s like so love how you roll.”

She takes her hand and wraps it around the back of my head and, then layer cakes my lips with hers.

My toes curl in my boots, and I am positive my leather hip huggers are leaking something on the floor. Her breath held the essence of young violets to it. Her saliva, well it tasted like f*****g c*m.

She then backed away because no one owns anyone in this New Girl World and because she is respectful of other girl’s turf, she whispers at me. “I don’t want to intrude, Janie. But, I know Zoe is so like wanting to hook up with you. But, I…I…”

I swallow watching her seductive learned MTV moves as she kinda O’s her lips at me. I am semi hypnotized as she smiles like a young Meg Ryan, you know before she put those balloons in her lips.

“But…I…I…crikey Janie, I know Zoe knows, we chatted a bit about it, she’s fly with it…Bu…I’d love to shag you…your vibe is so whack…I…I mean, could you think of me when you have some time, maybe a little lonely…OK my lovely?”

Where in the f**k do I sign on the dotted line?

“Golly Gee Kim.”

Christ I’ve reverted to a coquettish teenager this late in my life.

“Trust me beautiful. I’ve got you on my speed dial, really. But Zoe and me have been eye dancing a little bit, you understand don’t ya Kim?”

She laughs with that sensational sense of British humor of hers and says. “Not to worry Janie, we have scads of time. Now, the usual, you’re Stoli Martini?”

“Sweet Kim, shaken, not stirred, like Bond.”

She laughs, gives me a wink and strolls down the bar, me, my heart thump, thump, thumping in my chest.

Saved from the guillotine, I reach in my pocket, with draw a wad of hundred dollar bills, peel one off, and slap it on the bar.

I am a notorious tipper, and one of the main reasons is that I have been given a platinum advantage in life, though that advantage was tinged with my beloved parent’s death.

These kids work like coal miners propping up the decadence of the casinos, restaurants and bars and as bell hops, car hops, maid and waiters, etc. I help when I can, and know a C-Note in one of their palms, well that helps pay the rent.

In reality, I give most of my bounty loot to this righteous guy Father Bob, who runs the homeless shelter over there off of Martin Luther King Blvd., think I mentioned that.

Fuck, I’m lucky to have the opportunity to do it at all.

“Here ya are Janie, shaken, not stirred, like Bond.”

“Thanks Kim, you are so rad.”

She’s laughs as she sets it on the bar, gets some yips and waves from two naked showgirls down the bar holding court with two older men in Baroni Suits.

She turns and with a wink, cruises away.

As I sip, sip, sip at my iced platinum dream, I notice still no sign of Zoe.

She’s, they say, quite partial to X and coke, don’t judge, can’t afford to, so I turn my eyes to a semi-commotion over to my left.

I’m also thinking about my contract for Candy Barks. She’s a no show so far, but she is a dangerous piece of work, and I have to keep my s**t together.

Far off to the left, there is another scene going down and since I love beautiful damsels in distress, I’m quite riveted by what is going down.

Like I mentioned, sometimes the scene at Candy Land is very bondage and b**m orientated.

If you are a dominate or a submissive girl, well you pretty much can get whatever you need concerning gratification and s*x there. Like I said, the place is a very stylish and a respectful club.

Over there in The Scene Room, with a small crowd watching, drinking, and munching popcorn were two females.

One of the girl’s, was a waifish and stunning red head, with arctic white skin, small bare feet and green eyes. She had this long trail of red silk hair falling past her shoulders. She was totally naked, besides leather straps on her ankles and her wrists and her back and butt were pressed against an eight foot inverted wooden teak X.

Using the entire length of the X support for a little support, and from grommets and bolts welded into the floor, she was basically spread eagled. Her cunt was so pink and beautiful it looked like a pink-popsicle.

From her wrists, rising towards the ceiling were two leather straps, VEEING her arms and hands skyward. Attached to her leather ankle straps were two leather ropes, spreading her feet out to an acute angle thus bringing her to her tippy toes.

Below her eyelashes, she, like moi and most modern glam girls she did not have a single hair on her perfect body.

On her breasts, tummy and mound there were not scars, but faded red stripes left there from some other amazing moment that she had needed to find s****l fulfillment and adjustment.

I recognized her immediately.

Once when I was at this fab party over their at Desert Inn Lakes and in this opulent mansion I watched as five black basketball players from UNLV (University of North Las Vegas) had gang f****d her on a pool table for about two hours. With her adoring older and loving husband watching, this Mimi doll then, after the hoopsters wore out, f****d herself senseless with a pool cue for about ten minutes until she passed out.

She was clearly Clinical Nympho.

After, everyone had agreed that she had been marvelous, including her doting and proud husband.

Anyhooo, set around her and on various small tables there were talons, belts, canes, crops and whips with leather handles on them. Accompanying them, there was an assortment of pliers, n****e clamps, dildos, chrome S-ass hooks, etc.

It was everything a dominatrix would need to take this submissive princess into the world of pain and pleasure that she sought to make her happy, to make her a better girl.

That very dominatrix, dressed in the usual black leather get up, topless, corset, g-string, black gloves and thigh high black boots, was a tall, bust enhanced and wild looking female. Cleopatra’s large silicone breasts were pierced with gold spikes and were perfect if you loved Pamela Anderson huge and she was 6 ft 1 and quite the exotic female.

She had long raven colored hair falling down her naked and tattooed back. Down each arm and on her back, stomach and breasts she had Thai calligraphy as well as wizards, snakes and dragons stitched into her skin.

Watching I was mesmerized, for I had seen scenes like these before. I always appreciated such showman ship within this world of pain and pleasure that so many demanded to survive within a dehumanized world.

Feeling the buzz, I downed my martini, turned just in time to see another set before me on the bar.

Smiling at Kim, I pushed the C-note to her, got a smile, as I said as she smiled more at me.

“For you Kim. Keep it. Keep I’m coming. More Uncle Benjamin’s I promise.”

Whisking the hundred dollar bill away, she smiled and said. “Crickey Janie, you’re just ALL THAT. Not to worry. See ya.”

Sipping at my long stem of golden liquid honey, I turned just as Cleopatra (that was her name) found a pine crop on the table. She swished it in the air a few times and snapped it on the leather clad table. The red heads eyes blinked hard several time.

Finding it to her liking she moved before the Red Head, whose chin was now in submission and was pressed against her collarbones?

Placing the crop under the lovelies chin, she lifted the doves face level with her own. They made eye contact, hard.

“Why are you here? What is your name? How old are you?” Cleopatra asked, none to friendly.

Doll swallowed, and seemed to be fighting tears as her lips trembled.

“I’m, Mimi, 22…I was a bad girl…I cheated on my husband…I…I’m sorry. I need help.”

Lowering her chin, small sobs could be heard tumbling from her throat.

FUCK, I almost started weeping.

Cleopatra, seemingly annoyed, lifted her chin again and tapped her on her closed eyes with the crop.

“Open them. NOW.” She barked, making the ginger girl wince.

Eyes now open, and with her ribs pressing again her skin, and her breathing increasing, she leered in seemingly fear at the woman white knuckling the crop.

“Do you think he deserved that?”

“N…No…No he didn’t…I’m so sorry…I…I…Please help me.”

Whipping around with the crop, she pointed to a 50ish man, obviously rich, grey temples, Baroni suit, Rolex watch, sitting in a chair. He was surrounded by about twenty-five or so other fun, stylish dressed loving patrons of Candy Land.

“And is that you’re poor husband there. Is that the man that dared marry such a tramp?”

With her mouth quivering and staring almost ashamed at her husband, she allowed the word to tremble out of her mouth. “Yes.”

Fuck, this ginger doll was good.

Tapping her pink n*****s with the crop, Mimi winced as Cleopatra moved close to her face.

“Why did you do it? Be honest now and perhaps I shall be lenient with you.”

A single tear fell down along her porcelain cheek as she remained silent.

“I…I….I…”

“WHY.” Cleopatra snapped as she increased the intensity of the cane on her n*****s.

Mimi’s body jolted, as her eyes focused and as the little girl that she was, she bit down on her lip with her perfect white teeth and whispered. “Because I love p***y and c**k so much and I am a slut.”

“Yes, I thought so….What is it you want from me?”

“I…I…I want you to help me. I…I want to be a better girl…Please.”

WOW.

The crowd was riveted as I was and I so knew this story so well.

Because I am a bright light bulb I have my own problems thinking of Mimi’s faded pink lash marks

I got lazy once taking down a thug wanted for murdering a showgirl in Reno. He beat on me pretty good, and in an alley, on my butt, bleeding and totally f****d up I had a sec and found my small 38 in my boot holster. I put six hollow points in his heart, killing him dead.

I was lucky that night.

That’s why I have these light faded scars on my face.

Every girl needs something in this dehumanized world to survive. I know that was the case, before I got my self-esteem straight for me. Suppose that is the same deal for the red head.

“I will see what I can do. Do you have any boundaries? Cleo asked.

“No…No none…I am never satisfied. Can never get off enough s*x. I am bad…Please, help-me.”

“I do not know if there is help for a w***e, but perhaps.”

Turning, she moved to a small table with pinchers, clamps, pliers and various other implements used for helping young girls through the mine fields of life.

Taking two stainless n****e alligator clamps, with eye rings soldered to them, she moved to the red head and feathered them past her stark blue eyes.