Vegas Savages

Chapter Two-4

Slowly at first and, then with vigor, Mimi began to sway the clamp and lead ball back and forth. With each swing she gritted her teeth and her lips trembled as she moaned in pain.

Cleopatra, wanting to be helpful, and perhaps growing bored reared back, and with three vicious swings, whack, whack, whack, whipped the clamp and lead ball off of her n****e.

“THUMP.” The lead ball and clamp fell to the floor

“Ahhhhhhh….Oooooooow….nooooo…ugggh….nooo mooore.” Screamed out of Mimi’s lips.

Her chin fell to her breasts and she began to sob.

“CLICK.” Reverberated through the room as the dildo fired up again and Mimi leered at Cleo and stuttered.

“Noo. You sa…said…yo…you would st…stop…noooooo. Make it stop.”

Teasing her, Cleopatra cinched her cheeks with her fingers, and with an evil grin, fighting chuckling said. “I Lied. Satisfied, well we will see about that.”

Of course I’m watching all of this going down, and at the moment, with Candy Barks far from mind, I am having trouble getting my ducks in a row.

“Hiii Janie girl.”

Sometimes I have problems with my own reality, as I feel this velvet fog in my ear and a set of tiny t**s pressed against my back. Then, a silk hand is on my exposed tummy, moving past my hip hugger waist band toward my drenched cunt, and another hand is crawling up my black tank top, caressing my t**s.

As Mimi goes off again in a shattering orgasm, I turn my head and peek at this shimmering snow fox, Zoe as she begins whispering and nibbling on my elfin ear.

“Janie…I’m lovin’ you. Kim said you was lookin’ just sooo fly and talkin’ like you wanted to hook up.”

OK, I’m so turned on, I excuse her mastery of English, as I feel like that Nuclear Power plant over there at Los Alamos, just outside of San Diego.

Forgetting that Zoe was an ex trailer park girl out of Shreveport Louisiana, and kinda talked weird, and may not have been the brightest crawfish in the Bajou, I still didn’t mind (as her fingers found my c**t) that any of her one might say butchering of the language King James invented.

Hearing moans and screams coming from Pier One in the Scene Room, and wanting Zoe to stick her head in my cunt and tell me what was going down there, I turned and faced her. She being ambidextrous and all, she just flipped her fingers and began massaging my c**t as I melted from the simple fact, that physically she was perfection.

“Zoe…FUCK…I’m just saying…you’re all that Gorgeous…Ah.”

A pure s****l and free bird creature, with no inhibitions she took her free hand, the one not munching my soaked cunt, laced it on my short blond and savaged her lips and tongue against mine.

Young, fresh, new, insane and a-fiend and unless you ever kissed a stunning EMO GIRL, well you can only imagine how sweet the perfume of their kisses are. Or for that matter the feeling of their sun deprived skin against yours and how that miracle feels.

Wanting her to drop my pants right there and fist-f**k me with her tiny fist, I still was who I am.

Somehow I remembered how I had given Biff my word about Barks.

CAN YOU f*****g BELIEVE IT.

Still, out of control, I kissed her and basically wanted to eat her pink carnation cunt out so bad, well I almost lost it.

Still, me being me, and feeling this dolphin like creature kissing me I was torn up with decision.

I didn’t want to miss the final act of Camelot taking place in the scene Bizzarro World. Yet, I was dreaming of Zoe sticking a dildo in my ass so I could sing God Save the Queen in Bulgarian.

Pushing the frantic kid back, I took a deep breath and through gulping breaths, and still wanting to represent, I said.

“Zoe baby…Just a sec…I have some biz…”

“You don’t want Zoe, Janie?”

FUCK, she was pouting, and I almost broke down in tears seeing the sweetie go so fragile.

“No Doll, no…Listen, what time do you scoot tonight…I have some business with some dyke, Candy Barks…I can swing back when your shift is done. Sweet? OK? f**k, you’re beautiful. I really want to play this morning.”

Even through her white makeup I could see her blush, as she touched my face as I saw a shard of worry cross her tender face.

“Candy, Janie? Why ya want anythin’ ta do wit that b***h? She bad Janie, a fuckin’ vampire. I seen her the other night at LIZZIES beat hell outta this bull butch dyke. Needed the paramedics to pull the girl outta the place.”

“Lizzie’s, Zoe?”

“Yeah, you know, the les bar over off of Northern. Real hard core, rough trade Janie.”

In my mind, me loving hand to hand combat so much, the word PERFECT shimmered though my brain.

“Not to worry Zoe, you just keep making martinis, let me check it out. Promise, I will be back at shift end. I want this Zoe, you’re just so…”

And, then just as I was going to tell Zoe I loved her, OMG, pleeease, the debacle with Mimi and Cleopatra seemed to be dissolving to a volcanic ending.

With Mimi screaming and begging, and caught within what appeared to be a life threatening orgasm and her face contorted in madness, and she violently trying to free herself from the vibrator humming right along, she wailed in one last orgasm and, then went limp, clearly unconscious.

Silence, gasps, oooohs and awwwhs and, then a tremendous ovation of clapping from the crowd as Cleopatra looked at Mimi and locked eyes with her proud husband. He nodded YES, stood, and moved to his wife that he loved more than life itself.

He stood there staring at his wife, who was drenched in sweat, saliva and c*m, and I saw great love and admiration in his eyes for her. Cleo quickly released all of the various leather restraints and implements including the clothes pin. Carefully, tenderly and with Mimi’s husband with stars in his eyes, she handed off his doll to him.

Cleo reached down, and found a white cashmere cape, wrapped it around Mimi.

Husband thanked her and without a word, swept his bride up in his arms, turned and made a B-line for a back exit. Once there, he opened the door and with his young-bride-princess of the night secure in his arms, they exited.

Cleopatra turned and moved into the crowd, receiving many hosannas, good job platitudes, slaps’ on the back as well as accepting future reservations for her talents, as she and the rest of her audience dissolved back into the main club.

Wishing that I had a camera so I could have filmed it all so I could on some later date when I was lonely masturbate watching it, I looked at Zoe, and began to kiss her.

A minute passed, and then I gently parted away from her.

“Gotta scoot Zoe…I’ll see you in a little bit.”

“Promise?”

I crossed my heart and hoped to die her, and whispered. “Does the pope like to f**k kids in the ass?”

She laughed and kissed me one more time, turned, looked back at me, threw an air kiss at me.

I caught it in midair and smoked my own air kiss back at her.

She captured it, hopped the bar, and began the final countdown to an exhausting night, serving the one percent of an acid etched honest world.

MY WORLD.

Jane, Vegas PI’s World.