The Nightlife: Las Vegas (The Nightlife Series) (15 page)

He exited the service elevator returning to the party to
implement the next phase of the plan, catering to Kramer’s obsession with the
little blond whore.  He could see, any man with eyes could see, she was
gorgeous.  Did that justify murder?  Nope.

He didn’t understand it from Kramer’s point of view, but he
didn’t really care.  He had his own reasons for doing it, $26,000 worth of
reasons.  And he intended to get back every dime of it by working Michelle’s
tight little ass off.  At two grand a pop, the profits would roll in pretty
fast.  Kramer had the perfect setup at the casino to run a revolving door on
Michelle.

He couldn’t understand Kramer’s deep-seated obsession with
the Frenchy.  He had never seen his partner lose it over a chic like this.  It
didn’t make sense.  Kramer had his shit together, a cool motherfucker in all
walks of life.  Why go head over heels for this tramp?  He could buy a dozen
whores just like her any day of the week, had been doing so for years. 
I
gotta see this puta
.  What was so damn special about her that she captured
his business partner’s soul so completely?

He found both Kramer and Michelle talking with a group of wrinkled
old men who were all entranced by her.  It looked like they planned to auction
her off to the highest bidder. 
This girl’s gonna make some damn good money.
 
If she didn’t give the old buzzards a heart attack first.

“Ah, just the man I’ve been looking for.  Demarco this is
Michelle.  Michelle this is a close personal friend of mine named Alexander
Demarco.  This is the man I’ve been telling you about all evening.  He’s
interested in getting to know you more intimately.  I have taken the liberty of
advising him of your hourly rates.”  Kramer brought Michelle into an embrace
with Demarco, they exchanged cheek pecks.

“
Bonjour
,
is so nice to meet you.  Kramer tells me you work with international
shipping.”  Michelle focused her vibrant green gaze on Demarco, drawing him in.

“Yes, among other business ventures, I do some imports.  And
what brings you here to Vegas?  Business or pleasure?”  He didn’t like to talk
about his business with strangers.  He redirected the conversation instantly to
her.

“A little bit of both
Oui?
 
I find much pleasure in my business.  Is one and the same to me.  I also need a
little vacation.  Is so exciting, all the wonderful shows.  People are so crazy
in the casinos when they are winning!”  He winced at the painful memory of his
losses to Aaron.  It was not something he would soon forget.

* * * *

Chapter 15

“If you’re available now, why don’t we head out to my
place?  I’ve a full-size hot tub and a fresh bottle of champagne.”  Demarco’s
question was mostly a courtesy.  With an arm around Michelle, he steered her
towards the elevator.  She stopped him with a pat on his thigh.

“
Excusez-moi
,
I must speak with my friends, one moment please.”  Polite, but insistent.

Michelle found Anastasia at the bar with a drink in hand.  She
looked worried.

“Is there a
problème
?
” 
She curled around her pet affectionately, whispering in her ear.

“Aaron’s gone.  I can’t find him.  He’s not here.  Where did
he go?” Ana whined.

She reached out to him through her psychic bond.  A complete
blackout.  He seemed unconscious.  Nothing to be learned from his mind.  He had
traveled down to the ground floor of the hotel.  This gave her pause. 
Why
would he be in this situation
?  Obviously something was wrong.

The need to feed took precedence for the immediate moment. 
Better take care of her needs and then pursue Aaron.  She’d be in position to
act with her thirst sated.  Besides,
what’s the worst that could happen?
 
Aaron was very capable of taking care of himself.  He wasn’t in any pain at the
moment.

Demarco stepped up impatiently.  “Is there a problem?”

“
Non
. 
One more moment please.”

She turned to Ana with a kiss, stroking away her tears with
her fingertips. “Listen
ma chérie
. 
Aaron will return soon.  Don’t worry.  I will return to you shortly.”  The
tears started again.

“I can only give you one hour.  I must return quickly.”  She
pegged Demarco, her eyes uncommonly intense.  He nodded acceptance.

“Sure thing.  That should be enough time.”

She focused on Ana.  “See?  I will return in one hour.  Do
not cry
mon petit
.  If
Aaron is not back we will find him together.  
D’accord
?” 
She smiled brightly, willing Ana to be calm and have faith.  Ana visibly
relaxed under her powerful confidence and influence.

Ana whispered as they hugged goodbye.  “Okay.  I’ll call you
if he shows up before you get back.”

* * * *

Oso drove Demarco and Michelle to Demarco’s home in the
Camden Estates gated community twenty minutes off the Vegas strip.  The
subdivision was one of many birthed in the boom of 2004-2007 when developers
made millions in a couple years instead of the usual five to ten year
turnaround for resale.  His southwest style home, like all others on the block,
rose two stories high in tan and cream stucco with a dark red clay tile roofing. 
Demarco ushered them around to the back patio where his in-ground hot tub
awaited.  Oso made himself scarce, disappearing into the house.

Demarco removed the cover from the hot tub, kicked on the
bubbles and offered her a drink from the outdoor kitchen-gazebo.  She refused. 
As he frowned at her abstinence, she wasted no time, stripping off her cocktail
dress to stand before him completely nude.  She hadn’t bothered with underwear.

“Damn woman!  You don’t mess around.”  He’d forgotten all
about whatever had made him frown.

She was truly fabulous, a sight to behold.  Her perky little
handful breasts stood erect, nipples pointed straight at him.  She was a dainty
hourglass.  He began to see what had grabbed Kramer’s attention.  She made him
hard in a few seconds, uncomfortably hard.

She licked her lips like she had something planned.

He definitely couldn’t fault Kramer’s taste in women. 
If
you’re gonna fall for a girl, you couldn’t go wrong with Michelle
.  He knew
she was the type to ruin a man, steal his heart, his money, his balls, and
everything else that wasn’t nailed down.  But it sure would be a hell of ride
to be ruined by her.

She jumped into the hot tub and beckoned to him.  Her perky
little breasts bounced up and down joyfully, as if to say,
Come on in, the
water’s warm
.  No denying her.  Were he a captain at sea, his ship would
surely smash upon the rocks answering her siren’s call.

Demarco removed his clothes down to his boxer shorts and
managed to pull his eyes away from her long enough to fix himself a tequila
sunrise, a double shot.  On his way to the hot tub he grabbed a bath towel with
a syringe of heroin in solution he’d prepared earlier in the evening just for
this moment.

A point three gram blast of high purity china white was
triple what most junkies considered a decent dose.  She’d be toasted hard, his to
control from this point forward.  He had four more doses of the same to
maintain her through the night.  His experience with two girls he’d done this to
previously, taught him she’d be begging for more by this time tomorrow.

He sat on the edge of the hot tub laying the towel close at
hand, legs dangling in the water.  “Come here girl.  Let me show you some
magic.”

He twirled his fingers and waved her over.  She accommodated
him, shimmying her ass between his legs, the small of her back rubbing up
against his hard cock.

As he rubbed her shoulders, listening to her purr with contentment
in her exotic French lilt, he began to think maybe this was a mistake.  She was
so awesome.  A wonderful little piece of ass like her shouldn’t be abused.  She
had some indescribable quality.  He was so damn hard it hurt––just from rubbing
her back and teasing her luscious blond hair as his fingers worked up the lower
part of her scalp.

They shouldn’t be doing this.  It was a mistake.  He
realized the truth too late.  He’d already committed to this course of action. 
Business was business.  Sometimes unpleasant things must be done for the sake
of business.  He needed to keep Kramer happy.  He couldn’t afford to jeopardize
his relationship with his partner over a twinge of conscience.

But it felt so wrong.  As he reached for the needle in the
towel, it felt like he was about to drug a race horse, an unnecessary act
carrying far more potential for damage than benefit.

Instead of listening to instinct, which had served him quite
well till now, he committed the biggest mistake of his life.  He stuck Michelle
straight in the jugular vein and depressed the plunger.  She twitched from the
initial poke of the needle, but didn’t react until a couple seconds later.

* * * *

The cylinder emptied into her veins sending a massive rush
screaming through her system.  She roared into the night and leaped twelve feet
in the air, spinning and flipping around like an Olympic gymnast to land on the
far side of the hot tub in a splash.

“What the fuck?”

He stood up and walked around to her side of the hot tub. 
She was there in the water, pale white skin and blond hair, floating face
down.  “Holy shit!  Please don’t let her be dead!”

He reached down to grab her.  She came up out of the water
growling in an attack crouch, claws splayed out to the side, jaw unhinged and
wide open with full size fangs on display.

Her true predatory nature had been unmasked.  Eyes wild and
crazed, her wicked claws flexed, itching to be buried in something meaty.  She
hissed at him menacingly.  The sound held promise of violence.

His knees weakened, heart pounded.  His world turned gray as
the tunnel vision of terror narrowed everything down to her.  If he hadn’t used
the bathroom recently, he would’ve shit as his sphincters flexed and piss ran
down his leg.

She launched at him.  He tried to back pedal.  Every instinct
in his body screamed RUN, but she moved like lightning.  No sooner had he taken
a step, and then she was on him, a blur of blond hair, claws, and fangs,
hissing and snarling like a feral beast.

She slammed him up into the air and down onto his back on
the tiled patio.  He learned of her inhuman strength the hard way, as she held
him down like a child.  She bit his neck and chest, digging her claws into his
shoulders for purchase as she pinned him.  She bit him over and over and over
again.  He flailed and bucked and tried to get her off.  Useless struggles. 
She was far stronger than any person he knew.

Fire raced through his veins, raping him with orgasm after
orgasm.  His brain exploded in a euphoric rush as organ after organ reacted to
the liquid magic injected into his bloodstream.  He became one raw nerve
stroked into crescendos of sexual climax.  He succumbed to the euphoria of her
bite, unable to fight anymore, rocked with the intense high and repeated
orgasms.

All the carefully constructed rules of behavior and
etiquette she’d adhered to for decades were gone in an instant.  She was raw
passion, ferocity, and hunger.  All inhibitions and caution abandoned.  She
tore off Demarco’s boxer shorts and mounted his erection, pounding him
furiously, biting over and over.

He convulsed, shuddered, and screamed.  “Oh God help me! 
Oso!  Help!”  Overwhelmed with pain, ecstasy, shock, and euphoria mixed into an
indistinguishable blend.

She rode him through a series of excruciating pelvic
grinding orgasms, growling and grunting like a beast.  He cried from the deluge
of sensations, tears streaming down his face for the first time since he was a
teenager.

Demarco knew he had unleashed a demonic entity bent on
bleeding and fucking him to death.  If she couldn’t kill him with her razor
talons, she’d surely crush his pelvis with her soaking wet thighs grinding him
relentlessly.

* * * *

Writhing, impaled on his cock, slamming down onto his hips
with insane fury, his pathetic whimpers penetrated her drug-hazed mind.  She
realized he had been begging for long minutes as she pounded him into the hard
tile.  .  She exercised what small measure of control she could muster.  She
extracted herself from his bruised thighs and stood up, licking his blood off
her lips.  Standing spread eagle over him she assessed his condition.  He lay
there dazed and wheezing, mewling for help from his friend, unable to move.

“What did you do to me?”  She swayed on her feet, barely
able to maintain her balance.  Tracers slid past her vision.  Ribbons of
colored light floated and twirled through the air in front of her as she
spoke.  Her own voice sounded foreign.

“I shot you …”  He groaned.  “I shot you up …”

She staggered, trying to step away from him as she stared in
shock at his condition.  His bloody shoulders bore evidence of her long talons.
 Scores of deep scratches ran from his elbows to his collarbone. His clothing
hung in rags where it remained on his body at all.  He stared at her with fear
and loathing.

“
Mon dieu
!
 
What have I done?”

She turned her head sideways, trying to focus to see his
aura.  His aura pulsed crimson, the color of agonized pain then throbbed purple
streaked with black, intense fear.

She pushed her toe at his ribs, trying to rouse him from his
stupor.  He grunted and attempted to stand up, but lost balance.  She caught
him at the last second, jerking him to his feet with one arm.  “Did I hurt
you?”