Welcome to Las Vegas
A man, of above average height and slightly overweight,entered the bar, stopping for a moment at the entrance to allow time for hiseyes to adjust to the darkness of the room, an absence of light that must havecome as a shock to his senses after feeling the searing blue skied heat of theearly Vegas afternoon. As he gained asense of the bar, which indeed was a simple affair and small, with only tenstools straight in front of him, he saw that there were only two patrons, a manand a woman, seated at opposite ends.
The woman, young and blonde, wearing a short blue skirtthat exposed pale full legs busied herself with a video game machine, clickingat the buttons with a relentless monotony. He watched as she mindlessly lit a cigarette and took a sip from herrose colored drink, all the while continuing to click her painted nails on themachine. With a sigh, he turned towardsthe man, who sat at the opposite end of the bar doing nothing, simply staringat the wide expanse of mirror that covered the entire wall behind the bar. The man, of average height and short brownhair, took a sip from his beer and ran a hand over the wood in front of him,but his gaze remained empty in the mirror.
The man took a couple of brisk strides to his left, awayfrom the woman, whom he looked at as he neared the man. The pink fitted shirt she wore revealed afull bosom, which pressed inviting through the thin material. He sat next to the man and with a grunt andnod of greeting, which was not returned, he called to the bartender for a beer.
The bartender, tall, skinny and silent, placed the beerand a menu in front of him without a word of welcome or invitation forconversation. The man shook his head inconfusion, as if he couldn’t decide if the behavior were merely odd ordownright rude, in his opinion.
He turned to the man next to him and said as he extendedhis rather large hand, “I’m Larry.”
The man with the short hair, wearing a replica sportsteam uniform, nodded and shook his hand, firm and for some moments, lookingLarry in the eyes.
“Ryan,” He finally said. He returned to his occupation of watching the mirror as Larry restlesslyflipped through the menu, as if simply looking for something to do.
“It’s slow, isn’t it?” Larry asked. He waited for Ryanto respond, which took several moments.
“No. Itisn’t.” Ryan said definitively. “Not from around here, are you?”
“No, I arrived in Las Vegas less than two weeksago.” He answered.
“It’s always slow in the afternoon. Learn to avoid the heat, Larry.”
Larry let out a low whistle, as if to say thanks for theinformation and shook his head. Hepushed the menu aside and took a deep drink of his beer, a small amountspilling onto his plain blue tee shirt. He wiped himself quickly, looking at the woman to see if she noticed,but she remained fixated on the video game. He smiled as he watched her, in spite of himself it seemed, for thereseemed an aura of loneliness about him.
“She is very attractive.” Larry said aloud to neither the bartender nor Ryan.
“She is indeed.” Ryan said, his voice showing more interest now. “You should go talk to her. It seems you are out looking for company.”
Larry began to stammer a response, but words failed himand he simply stared at the woman. Ryanclapped him on the shoulder and laughed quietly, which seemed to allow Larry torelax.
“I haven’t spoken to a woman in that way for manyyears.” Larry said.
“Really?” Ryansaid. “Why not?”
“I’d have no idea what to say.” Larry said. “I’ve never had much luck with the ladies, never mind one so young andattractive. I must be twenty years olderthan her.”
“Age doesn’t matter, nor does having exactly the rightline at the ready. She is out at a bartoo, is she not? She wants company, evenif she doesn’t seem to be here for that purpose.”
Larry his head again, both as if he disagreed with Ryan’sassertion and at the same time doubting any chance of his own success if itwere to be the case.
“I’m completely lost when it comes to women.” Larry said quietly.
Ryan cleared his throat and again put a hand on Larry’sshoulder, pulling closer to him. Hebegan to speak into his ear, in a low voice, the voice of a conspirator.
“First you send her a drink. If she gives you a nice smile, you can goover there and talk to her. Wait a fewmoments, give her time to enjoy the drink before you approach. When you do, be still, try to control yournervousness and don’t betray to her how little confidence you have inyourself. Keep your sentences short,filled with friendly compliments.”
Larry laughed and finished his beer.
“You make it sound so very simple.” He said to Ryan. Ryan nodded and gave a flick of his handtowards the woman, as if to encourage Larry.
Larry signaled the bartender for another round.
“And one for the lady.” He said. She turned for a moment,looking at him. She gave him a smallsmile as the bartender prepared the drink. He placed it in front of her, again wordlessly, as if he were theworlds’ first mute bartender.
She lifted the glass to Larry and smiled at himagain. He looked into her blue eyes andseemed to forget for a moment what came next. He made a motion to rise, but he felt Ryan’s hand on his shoulder,keeping him on the stool.
“Wait a few moments, relax.” Ryan said quietly.
Larry sat down and placed both hands on the bar, all thewhile looking at the woman. She returnedto playing games, taking a long sip on the drink in front of her.
“Do you have a lighter?” Ryan asked.
“No.” Larry said,not understanding.
Ryan pushed a lighter into Larry’s hand and nodded in thewoman’s direction. She held an unlitcigarette between her thin painted fingers, seemingly lost in the action of thegame.
Larry made his way to her and sat down on the stool nextto her without a word. He held thelighter out and waited for her to notice. Without turning to him, she put the cigarette to her lips, which he litin a smooth motion, whisking his hand away in a flourish.
“Thank you.” Shesaid. Her voice felt like silk againsthis skin, hypnotizing him. He couldn’tmanage a return salutation and instead fell into a dumb silence, staring at herbare pale legs. He remained in hisreverie for some time, unable to tear his eyes away from her young tautflesh. He felt the rise of desire,sudden and insistent, pulling at him in a way he hadn’t experienced in many along year.
“I’m Rose.” She said, extending her delicate hand towardshim. He took her hand, marveling at hersmooth skin.
“Larry.” Hemanaged to say, fighting to overcome the lump in his throat.
He sat in silence watching, content to be near her. She looked at him every few moments, as ifwaiting, giving him inviting smiles. Finally, she moved her stool away from him slightly and turned the gamemachine at an angle so as to make it easier for him to see the screen.
He remained still, not being able to formulate athought. She smiled at him once againand motioned for him to move his stool closer to hers. He began moving, inch by inch. He moved close enough that her bare kneebrushed against his leg.
“Play with me.” She said flirtatiously, winking at him playfully.
He looked at the screen, which appeared to be a word gameof some sort, a square contained random letters connected in a block. The game began and Larry watched,uncomprehending as she tapped the letters to form words. As each word was formed, the lettersdisappeared, new ones appearing in their stead. He finally caught the object of the game, but was unable to providehelp, for each time he did see a word, Rose already had begun to tap at thescreen.
As the second round began he saw a word hidden in theletters near the bottom of the screen. Rose began tapping at the top of the square, allowing him a chance tomake a word. He leaned over her to reachthe screen and in doing so placed his right hand on her bare leg above herknee. He awkwardly tapped at the letterswith his left hand, being so bold as to squeeze the flesh beneath hishand. She made no motion to stop him andindeed had stopped playing to allow him to continue. As he slowly began forming the next word, hemanaged to move his hand higher, a few fingers finding their way under herskirt and touching fleshy thigh.
He made two more words before the round ended, whichweren’t enough to keep advancing. Hisentire hand was under her skirt, his palm filled with tender flesh. She made no move to remove his hand or stophis advances, instead placing money into the machine and beginning the gameagain. He looked over his shoulder, butcould see neither Ryan nor the bartender. They appeared to be alone.
Rose played as he pushed his hand higher, his fingersbrushing against the silk of her panties. She let out a low moan as he rubbed his finger gently against her. His fingers reached the edge and he slowlyeased his index finger under her panties, touching her soft wetness. She moaned again and shifted her hips towardshim, causing his finger to slide inside her.
She looked at him suddenly, the game ceasing to exist,and seemed to ask him a question with her eyes.
“I’d like to take you home.” She said.
Without a verbal answer, he took money from his pocket,threw it on the bar and stood. He walkedtowards the door, feeling her beside him, and stepped out into the brightsunlight of the afternoon. She followedhim to his car and waited for him to open the door for her. He hurried to the other side, wanting to getto somewhere quickly before she changed her mind.
“Where are we going?” He asked.
“My place.” Shesaid, giving him quick directions to a complex of buildings that took him lessthan five minutes to find.
She let him through a puzzle of hallways to a door at thefar end of the building, opening the door to an apartment sparselyfurnished. As she took him by the handand pulled him towards the bedroom, he saw nothing more than a couch and a deskwith a computer in the living room.
She closed the door behind them and took his hands in herown, looking up at him, smiling. Heleaned down, kissed her hard and passionately, his thick hands pawing at her flesh.
“Slowly.” She saidto him.
He kissed her again, his hands resting on her hips,taking time to taste her lips, inhaling the gentle perfume of her skin.
“You have me as long as you want me.” She whispered into his ear. She undressed him with care, touching eachpart of his body with great attention and desire.
She lay upon the bed and looked him in the eyes as heinched her skirt lower, carefully easing it over her small shapely feet. He kissed her instep, which caused her tomoan again, and he made a slow sure journey with light kisses up the path ofher leg, reveling in the soft perfect skin and felt as if he were the luckiestman in the entire world at that moment.
He lowered his substantial frame gently onto her smallbeautiful body, a feeling of joy sweeping over him as she opened her perfectpale legs beneath him. He entered hervery slowly, gently and looked in her eyes as he began to thrust into her. She placed her hands on his back, tracing herfingers over his skin as he increased the intensity of his efforts.
He raised her legs and began to pound her thick flesh,the sound of the bodies coming together echoing throughout the room. He felt as if his mind was erased and nomoment save this exact time existed in his life. He bent her legs back higher, trying to fillher as completely as his capacity allowed. He felt sweat dripping off his forehead onto her breasts as he pushedinto her with animal ferocity.
With that last of his strength, he gripped her shoulderstightly and through gritted teeth screamed as he released his seed withinher. He collapsed onto her, drainedcompletely, the fog of sleep descending upon him. She whispered into his ear words he did notunderstand as he fell into a long dreamless slumber.
He woke suddenly in near complete darkness, the onlylight in the room being a clock on the dresser next to the bed. He could see her outline and heard her softbreathing as she slept. He rose, asquietly as he could, and dressed himself. He walked slowly towards the door, turning the knob over the span ofwhat seemed minutes so as to not disturb her. He exited the room and pulled the door shut behind him.
He turned, glanced into the living room, and saw Ryansitting at the desk, typing at the computer. Larry felt his consciousness waver as a myriad of panicked thoughtsraced through his mind, which was desperately trying to push off the hold ofsleep.
Larry began to stammer out a mouthful of words, none ofwhich formed into anything resembling a coherent explanation of hispresence.
“Don’t say anything, Larry.” Ryan said. “Just go and don’t ever come back here.”
Larry looked back towards the door, turning the knob toexit. He turned, only to hear Ryan speakonce more.
“Welcome to Las Vegas, Larry.”
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