The Nightlife: Las Vegas (The Nightlife Series) (23 page)

“If that’s what you want.  I’ll even put your name on it.” 
She held his hand trapped between her legs, right where she wanted it.

The bell rang, pulling her attention away from Aaron to the
circling wrestlers.  The DJ started off the event with a ripping guitar riff
from the classic rock tune, “We are the Champions” by Queen.

Michelle’s eyes glittered with excitement.  “That is my
song!  I will be the champion!”  She jabbed her fist in the air along with the
music.

The Jell-O was thick enough to restrict fast footwork. 
Harley shorts made a move to grab onto the oily-skinned Luna, lost his balance
in the lunge and went down.  Luna was on him in an instant, leaping on his
belly, knocking the wind out of him.  He scrambled and struggled, but she cinched
down a clamp of her thighs on his chest.  She snatched one of his flailing legs
and cranked on it like a lever, using it to hold him down against the floor of
the ring.  She trapped him for the referee’s three-count.  The match had lasted
all of a minute.

Luna stood up with her hands raised in victory to the cheers
of the crowd.

“I would have done better.”  Michelle snarled, a competitive
squint in her eyes.

“Watch what he’s gonna do.”  Aaron spoke up against Ana’s
ear, brushing his lips across her earlobe provocatively.

As soon as Aaron spoke, Harley shorts got his petty
revenge.  He snagged the back of Luna’s top and tore it loose with a ripping
sound.  He slipped and slid through the Jell-O as he ran off hooting at the top
of his lungs.  She handled it well, smiling at the crowd, her healthy breasts
proudly on display.  Harley shorts kept her top as a consolation prize, tying
it around his forehead like a bandanna of victory.

Next up was a slight lean man who probably weighed less than
Luna.  He wore nothing but his grey brief underwear, so drunk he could barely
walk.  He downed the rest of his beer and entered the arena, slipping and
sliding all the way to the center.  Luna jumped up and down, gathering support
from the crowd as her breasts bounced along with her enthusiasm.

A solid wall of spectators ringed the arena, standing room
only.

“She will eat him alive.” 
Michelle growled, licking her lips as though she wanted to do the same.

“I’m not taking that bet, he
won’t last more than a few seconds.”  Ana shook her head.

The music shifted to the
infamous “Stayin’ Alive” by the Beegees.  The DJ obviously had a sense of
humor.  The String Bean slipped and skidded along, seemingly in time to the
music.  His struggles to maintain balance ended in vain.  He lost his footing
as Luna tackled him.  They tumbled and slid through the Jell-O, a slippery
struggle.

“He doesn’t want to win.  He
wants just wants to get it on with Luna.”  Aaron flicked his tongue in Ana’s
ear as he whispered.  “Watch.”

String Bean did exactly as
Aaron predicted.  He ripped off Luna’s black thong bottoms, leaving her
completely nude.  His victory with her clothing cost him the match.  Luna
pinned him with her thighs, wrestling in the nude like Greeks of old.  His face
shoved in her crotch, she held him down for the three-count.  She arose butt
naked from the Jell-O to declare her victory, shouting along with the cheers of
the crowd.  String bean hadn’t lasted but a minute and a half.  His enjoyment
of the match showed in his Jell-O soaked briefs as he slipped and slid his way
out of the arena.

“
Marché de dupes
!
”

Aaron translated, “A fool’s
bargain.  He gave up the match to play with Luna naked.”

“Now is my turn!”  Michelle
squealed gleefully.

She didn’t waste a second
when they called her name.  She slipped right out of her skimpy blue cocktail
dress and Prada heels, handing them off to Ana for safe-keeping.  The crowd
screamed and hollered at the top of their lungs, going wild as Michelle boldly marched
into the arena butt-ass naked, a wild hungry look on her face.

Oh my god!  She’s gonna
eat this chick alive
.  Aaron smiled down
at her.  “Yes she is.”

He had begun to answer her
thoughts without any consideration for the fact she hadn’t spoken.

Michelle glided through the
Jell-O with inhuman grace and agility, her unwavering focus on the enemy.  With
perfect timing the DJ kicked on “Barracuda” by Heart, the heavy 70’s base riffs
grinding as Michelle growled in challenge.  Both wrestlers crouched down,
circling with ferocious determination.

“Maybe she can take her, look
how buff she is.”  Ana pointed at Luna’s tightly coiled biceps.

Aaron shook his head and
swatted Ana on the rump.  “Oh ye of little faith.”  He nipped at her ear like a
dog chastising its mate.  “She’s about to slam her right now.  Watch.”

In queue with Aaron,
seemingly synchronized with the screaming guitar riffs, Michelle dove at Luna,
tackling her down to the Jell-O.  Luna exhibited her agility as she attempted
to take the top position, but Michelle locked her wicked strong legs around her
in an intimate embrace.  Growling and snarling, the girls twisted, tumbled and
spun in the Jell-O.  The only way to distinguish one naked body from the other
was Luna’s golden tan and Michelle’s bright blond hair.

“Can you see it, she just bit
her.  It’s almost over now.”  Aaron’s hand was permanently glued to Ana’s ass,
right where she wanted it.

She glanced to the onlookers
surrounding the arena.  None realized Michelle had bitten into Luna’s neck.  From
there on the bout devolved into an erotic play of naked women rolling, twisting
and sliding, even humping on each other.  The crowd gasped and cheered,
starting to recognize the girls were having some kind of violent sex in the
Jell-O, right in front of everyone.  It appeared Luna had stopped fighting in
exchange for straight humping.

“Wish I’d signed up.”  Aaron
sighed with disappointment.

“No way!  You’re not getting
in there with Luna!”  Ana jabbed him with an elbow.

“Watch this.”  He pointed to
the arena.

Michelle released her chomp
on Luna’s neck and pulled a whip-fast hop-twist, landing atop Luna in the
classic ‘69’ position.  She leaned back, pulling Luna’s legs up, shoving
herself down into Luna’s face.  The poor woman was trapped and probably
suffocating via Michelle’s thighs.  She struggled valiantly, but each move
caused Michelle’s grip to seat tighter, grinding her pelvis into Luna’s face. 
The referee mercifully gave Luna the three-count and indicated to Michelle to
let her up.

Ana screeched, “Yeah
Michelle!  Right on!”

“I told ya so.”  Aaron
gloated, brushing his lips on her ear again.

Upon the referee’s
declaration she’d won, Michelle hopped up, standing spread eagle over the
conquered wrestler.  Someone yelled loudly, “Get that girl a strap-on!  Let’s
get it on!”

Michelle gallantly reached
down to help Luna to her feet as the crowd screamed and hooted their praise.  Watching
the two naked Jell-O slick women standing in the arena, the sexual tension in
the room was so thick it stole Ana’s breath away. 
There isn’t a limp dick
in the building
.

When the DJ/announcer called
out Michelle would be the first challenger to take on Carl Janke ‘The Crusher’,
the crowd went apeshit, screaming, whistling and howling.  “Give it to her! 
Put in her butt!  Take them shorts off!”

Oh God this is so cool!
  Ana downed another tequila sunrise as The Crusher
entered the ring.  A solid erection tented his black trunks as he slid-shimmied
out to the center of the ring, his eyes glued to his opponent.  Michelle, the
Jell-O soaked sex goddess, stood nude before the throngs of aroused onlookers,
staring down her challenger ferociously.

Ana ordered another drink
from the waitress.

“Take it easy girl, they’re
not gonna run out of tequila.”

“Shut up and bite me.”

And so he did, a little playful
nip, just enough to let her know he cared.

Licking her blood from his
lips he asked, “Who you think’s gonna win?”

“I don’t know, he’s so huge. 
And his muscles are big too.”  She giggled as Aaron swatted her rump.

“She can take him, and his
muscles.  Wanna bet?”

“I’m not betting against
Michelle.”  She shook her head.

The bell rang and the
wrestlers began to circle in a crouch, gliding through the red goo.  The DJ
further exhibited his sense of humor with a song by Ludacris, “My chick bad”,
rapping about how his
chick’s doing stuff that your chick wish she could
.

Crusher leered at Michelle,
eye fucking her with his lecherous gaze.  Then he struck.  For being such a
large man, he moved pretty damn fast.  He scooped her off her feet, Jell-O and
blond hair flying everywhere.  They tumbled into the goo, spinning, writhing,
flipping, rolling and flopping every which way.

“Oh shit!  Did you see
that?”  Ana gripped Aaron’s arm hard.

Michelle gave him hell.  For
every hard won advantage he gained, she reversed it, moving with inhuman lithe,
grace and power.  They came to a rest with Michelle on top, straddling Crusher,
her legs wide open, pressed down hard against the bulge of his shorts.  He
flipped her over, using the Jell-O to his advantage to slide out from under
her.

“He’s in for it now.”  Aaron
snickered.

Crusher ended up on top,
missionary style.  Michelle latched onto his shoulders and bit him hard.

“Watch, she’s got him right
where she wants him.”

Teeth clamped down on his
neck, with his weight laid into her for the pin, she reached down and freed his
erection.  Few could see what was really happening amidst the Jell-O obscured
action, but Ana and Aaron knew exactly what Michelle was up to.

Aaron snapped his fingers. 
“That’s it right there.”

She flipped Crusher on his
back, and mounted him, humping wildly as she remained latched tightly around
his neck.  She fucked him furiously, slamming him down into the Jell-O, as she
rode him hard.  The crowd had gone silent in awe.  Little whispers floated here
and there, a few people pointed.  They seemed to know what was happening, but
questioned if what they thought they saw was really the case. 
Was she
fucking the shit out of him in front everyone?  Was she biting him?  Were they
wrestling or fucking?

Crusher’s struggles to
dislodge her position looked an awful lot like pelvic thrusts.  Small quick
flashes of humping hips and cock and balls hinted at the truth.  As the grunts
and growls of sex-wrestling peaked with the action, Michelle stopped toying
with the man.  She leaped up from atop his cock, hopping forward to wrap her
thighs around his head.  She straddled his face and held him down long enough
for a shocked-stunned referee to stutter off a three-count.

“Yes!  That’s my girl!” 
Aaron hooted at the top of his lungs with a fist in the air.  His voice rang
out across the silent arena.

Michelle stood up, soaking
wet with Jell-O, legs splayed wide atop the Crusher, his oozing come evident on
her inner thighs.  The crowd was silent in awe at the sudden turn of events,
starring at Aaron as if he was mad.  Michelle glared at them all with her
insanely wild green eyes and threw her hands in the air in celebration of the
conquest.  The crowd went insane, clapping, screaming, whistling and hammering
drum beats on the railing of the arena.  A standing ovation for the queen of
carnality who defied the laws of physics to pin a man twice her size.  The
Crusher ambled out of the arena a seemingly broken man, emasculated and dazed
from the experience.

Michelle received her
trophies in the buff, Jell-O and jism dripping off her glistening wet naked body. 
Many in the crowd assumed she was a scripted part of the show, in utter disbelief
what they witnessed was truly real.

One couple whispered as they
walked past, “Is that legal?  I mean this is Vegas, but can you have sex in
front of a crowd like that?  That’s gotta be illegal.”

Ana and Aaron received
Michelle in an embrace.  They wrapped her in a towel and whisked her away from
the adoration and fascination of the crowd.

“What are you doing?”  Ana
pushed on Aaron as he walked straight into the women’s bathroom with both girls,
oblivious to the impropriety.

“I’m not letting you two out
of my sight.”

* * * *

Chapter 23

Squeezed together in a
bathroom stall, Anastasia administered the last two remaining doses of heroin
to her vampire lovers.  They emerged from the bathroom completely lit, ready to
party like rockstars.  Shamus, the DJ-announcer, a tall thin man, approached
the three of them cautiously as they exited the women’s bathroom.  He started
to back away as he noticed the wild eyed gazes of Aaron and Michelle, but Ana
seized onto his arm excitedly, cutting off his escape.

“Oh, I’m glad I caught you!” 
That’s exactly how he felt, caught.  His every instinct was to bolt.  There was
something very wrong about them.  Aaron pegged him with a hungry look, a
predator recognizing the scent of its prey, the scent of fear.