The Nightlife: Las Vegas (The Nightlife Series) (22 page)

He held her and promised over and over to be there till the
day she died.  She finally calmed in his embrace, her sobs dying down.

“Now I must ask your forgiveness.  They tried to kill me,
Ana.  They tried to take advantage of Michelle with drugs.”  Ana looked towards
Michelle in the hot tub.  She flashed a fang-filled smile.

Aaron continued, “You understand they had to die?  There is
no other kind of justice in our world.  We can never be involved with court
systems and police.  You understand?”

She looked at him with despair in her eyes.  Ana hoped to
pretend it never happened, but she couldn’t suppress the issue when he shoved
it in her face like this.

Michelle added her two cents, “They were abusers of women. 
This was not the first time they used drugs to take their pleasures.  Tell her
what they planned.”  She nodded at Aaron.

“The fools thought they could pimp out Michelle to Kramer’s
rich casino clients.”

Ana snorted with laughter, “Are you serious?”

He and Michelle nodded in unison.

“They had to die.  If Aaron had not done so, I would have
killed them myself this night.  They chose this fate with their actions against
us. 
Oui?
” 
Michelle’s gaze bored into Ana, forcing her to see the ugly truth.

“Yes, I understand.  There could be no other way.”  Ana
agreed, looking away, avoiding their direct gazes.

She radiated waves of pain.  He had been way too rough, but
she’d wanted it.  And now she paid the price.

“She’s hurt Michelle.  She won’t admit it, but she’s
hurting.  What do I do?”

His heroin hazed thought processes were not exactly running
in straight-line logic.  Much like Michelle, he functioned on pure instinct.  His
instinct was to please her, and she was pleased when he hurt her.

Michelle smiled, licking her lips.  “I can help.”  She
crawled out of the hot tub onto Ana as Aaron rolled out of her way, leaving her
to Michelle’s care.  On all fours, Michelle nestled between Ana’s thighs.

Anastasia smiled down at this wonderful creature bringing
her joy and love with her dexterous tongue.  Michelle made love to her gently,
licking away the pain to replace it with pure pleasure.  As she came hard,
gushing onto Michelle’s lapping tongue, she held Aaron’s hand.

“I thank God I am so blessed to have you in my life.”  She
radiated waves of joy and love towards them both.

“It helps.  Our venom helps to heal small cuts and wounds
much faster.”  He smiled at her and she smiled back, both high as kites. 
Michelle spoke up, breaking their moment.

“You know how to do the needles?”

* * * *

Anastasia laughed.  They just stared at her, the both of
them.  “You want me to shoot you up?”  They both nodded their heads in unison.  
Creepy
.

They looked at her expectantly, as if they both wanted a
dose, as if they both had asked the question. 
They are definitely linked
psychically
.

Might be a mistake to do it, but then, it surely wouldn’t be
her first.  She nodded, “Yes, I know how.”

And then Michelle hopped up, zipping off into the house to
return in a flash with a fistful of syringes from the kitchen table.

Ana took two of the preloaded doses.  “I bet this is some
good shit.  You guys are totally faded.”

Way far gone on Michelle’s special brand of venom, Ana
smiled.  She was game for anything they wanted.  In no time at all she shot up
each of her lovers, and then sat back in a patio chair to watch them tackle
each other in a rough and tumble sexual marathon.

Aaron pounded Michelle every way possible,
front-back-top-bottom.  She took him in everywhere he could fit, enjoying all
that he had to give.  They bit and rolled and hunched and humped and bit
again.  It was like watching Angels make love––or perhaps demons.  They managed
feats no human could survive or had the strength to perform.

She grabbed the Patron tequila from the wet bar and started
doing shots with lime and salt, the Mexican way. 

“Oh man, this is awesome.”  She slammed five shots back to
back enjoying the show.

They put on one hell of a show for her.  The vamps went at
it non-stop, demolishing the patio furniture in a rambunctious sexual wrestling
match of the gods.  She finished off the last of the Patron and snatched up a
bottle of Shiraz circa 2001, drinking it straight from the neck of the bottle. 
We don't need no steenking glasses
, she murmured to herself in a cheesy
cliche Mexican accent.

Then the idea hit.  “Hey guys!  I know what we should do
tonight!  Let’s go out on a limo tour of the town!  I know a limo service!  They
got a bar and everything.” 
It ain’t free, but they got lotsa money.  Let’s
have some fun!

Both vampires stopped their sexual acrobatics long enough to
stare at her in amazement.  From the intensity of their reaction, you’d have
thought she just solved all the world’s problems with a simple party
suggestion.

* * * *

Juan Carlos was not pleased. 
“What’s up with your compadre?  Is he coming?”

Kramer assured, “He’ll be
here soon, I’m sure.  It’s probably traffic or something.  No big deal.” 
Traffic
at ten at night?  I can’t even lie convincingly
.

His shirt collar tightened
uncomfortably as sweat dripped from his armpits. 
Columbians
.  What
possessed him to get into bed with Columbians? 
Everyone knows they’re nuts
. 
Doesn’t the U.S. government have some cartels on a terrorist watch list? 
They’d
just as soon kill you as look at you.

“Maybe he’s not buying from
us anymore eh?  Maybe he got another connection?  This is the purest shit on
the west coast cabron!  Where’s Demarco?”  Juan Carlos slammed his hand down on
the table causing the briefcase full of cocaine to wobble.

“Let me call him again. 
He’ll be here.”  He scrolled through his recent calls to redial Demarco for the
fifth time.

“You been callin’ him!  He
ain’t comin’!  I know how dis shit go down.  Nobody do business like this.  He
got another connection.  I’ma find out who!”

He wiped his brow, speaking
to Demarco’s voicemail.  “We’re here waiting, its 10:30, you were due a half
hour ago.  Our friend is getting very upset.  You need to be here.  Call me
back!”  He feigned an angry authority he didn’t have. 
This is getting out
of hand
.

He eyed the kilos of cocaine
sitting in the open briefcase.  He knew it was good shit.  The white compressed
flakes glittered in the light.  Some called it “fish scales”.  Pure, uncut. 
Hadn’t even been broken into powder yet.  His gums went instantly numb when he
tasted it a half hour ago.  The best quality product he’d ever seen.

“Okay, listen.  Why don’t we
go to Demarco’s house and see what’s going on.  I’m sure it’s just a simple
mistake.  He should be there.  We’ll get this straightened out right away.” 
I’m
babbling like an idiot
. 
What the hell am I gonna do if Demarco’s
screwed us?  Are they gonna kill me?

JC stared hard, stripping
away all the bullshit with his eyes.  “You should be afraid gringo.  We don’t
get this shit straight, we gonna have a big fuckin problem.  Me entiendes puto?”

* * * *

Chapter 22

The limousine appeared to be as long as a commercial
jetliner.  Definitely the largest stretch limo Anastasia had ever been in, and
of course, the wet bar was
fully
stocked.

“If heaven doesn’t have you guys and a limousine, I’d rather
stay put right here.”  Ana wiggled her ass seated atop Aaron and Michelle’s
laps, a fresh tequila sunrise in hand, surrounded by plush black leather.  Having
the time of her life.

The vamps were pretty well toasted.  They had just received
their third blast of Demarco’s premade doses.  They enjoyed her company as much
she enjoyed theirs.  The tour was sheer entertainment and hilarity.

“Stop here!”  Ana yelled to the chauffer.

Pirates fought and canons blasted with pyrotechnics and
special effects as they watched the Treasure Island show from the street.  They
all three stood in the open sunroof, squeezed together in awe.

Aaron pointed, “Over there!  Look!”

He dragged them back up into the sunroof again as they drove
past the dancing waters lighted fountain show in front of the Bellagio.  They
oohed and aahed like any other tourist.  They cruised past the old strip,
Freemont, necks craned to see the overhead light show, gawking in child-like
wonder.

“What’s going on tonight, what’s to do?”  Ana asked the
chauffer.

He rattled off a list of live music shows, but Michelle vetoed
this right away.  “Too loud!”  He suggested a couple strip clubs and a few of
the more well-known cathouses, but this didn’t catch anyone’s interest.

The chauffer shook his head in consternation, “No trip to
Vegas is complete without a strip club.  How about the Cheetah?  There’s a
Jell-O wrestling competition.”

Michelle jumped out her seat, “
Oui!
 This is good!  Let’s go!”

Ana doubled over laughing.  “She’s gonna tie some poor
sucker in knots!”

Both vamps looked directly at her with a knowing smile. 
Aaron had picked the imagery from her head and shared it with Michelle. 
They
are linked!  I knew it!

They arrived at The Cheetah in style, front door service, as
though they were celebrities stepping out onto the red carpet for a glamorous
star-studded staggering entry.  Everyone entered via the same red-carpet, but
this little detail didn’t diminish the moment.  They stopped and bowed low in
reverence to a massive shiny Buddha shrine with burning incense just off the
entry.  She took a moment to reflect and genuflect on her fabulous fortune to
be here with these two amazing creatures, sharing in their wonderful lives. 
She felt like she’d reached the pinnacle of her life.

She dropped down onto her knees before the bronze fat man.  “Mister
Buddha, I know you know how happy I am.  I don’t need anything from you Mister
Buddha.  I just wanna say thanks.  God, Buddha, whoever, whatever, thanks.  I
appreciate it.”
 It doesn’t get any better than this.

Aaron, picked her up off the floor giggling and hugged her
tight as he hauled her into the strip club to follow Michelle.  She steered
Aaron towards the bar.

“You said you’d always be there, and I’m gonna hold you to
it.  I’m never letting you out of my sight.”  She planned to keep him in her
presence for every waking moment of her life.  She clung to him non-stop, a
permanent fixture on his arm.

“If you insist.”  He smiled wide, a hint of fang showing. 
He was having trouble hiding his true nature.  A little too toasted to maintain
the façade.

Michelle made a beeline for the Jell-O event.  She
immediately located the arena, a circular stage about 50 feet across, filled
with gallons upon gallons of shiny red Jell-O.

The sign read:

JELL-O WRESTLING!

TONIGHT ONLY!

$50.00 PER PERSON

12 P.M. TO 2 A.M.

TROPHIES TO THE WINNERS!

Ana and Aaron made their way to the event arena to find
Michelle with her tickets already in hand, a gleaming smile of anticipation on
her face.

““Look!  Look!  I have tickets.  I fight them both!  
Merveilleux
!
  You bet on me!  I
win.  
Ce’st Vrai
!
 Two
trophies for
moi!
”

She had signed up for both events, one against a female
wrestler, and the other with a male wrestler.  The poster next to the sign
pictured the semi-pro wrestlers in black thong bathing suits flexing their
hard-earned muscles in classic body builder poses.  Ana squinted hard to read
the fine print at the bottom of the sign.  It said something about winners
being determined by the length of time in the arena without getting pinned. 
Two trophies would be handed out, one for each event.

“This is gonna so much fun.”  Aaron wrapped his arms around
Ana, slurring as his glazed eyes looked deep into her soul.  She wanted him. 
He licked at her neck as though he would bite her right there in front of
everyone.

“Not here.  Wait.”

“That’s not what you want.”

“I know silly, but you can’t always give me what I want.” 
She giggled into his chest.

The announcer called out the first contestant, an overweight
middle-aged guy with a hairy chest, clad in nothing but Harley Davidson Boxer
shorts.

“Oh look!  She’s so buff!  She’s gonna kick his ass!”  Ana
pointed.

Harley shorts faced off against “Luna Loca”, a buff little Hispanic
female wrestler with a tramp stamp tattoo on her lower back and jet-black hair
slicked into a tight pony tail.  Clad in her black thong bathing suit with plenty
of cleavage, muscles greased up to a shine, she was an instant crowd favorite. 
The crowd hooted and hollered in anticipation.

Aaron leaned down whispering to her and Michelle, “He thinks
he’s gonna bang her after he pins her.”  She crinkled up her nose, squinting to
focus on Harley shorts.

She shook her head, “Un uh!”

Michelle agreed, “
Il est complétement débile!
”

Aaron winked at her and translated, “She said he’s a moron.”

This was a really good idea.

“We should get you a tattoo like Luna’s, right here.”  Aaron
rubbed his hands down Ana’s belly to the tiny patch of hair just above her
crotch.