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Thanks for all the encouragement. I write for that and have really appreciated all the emails and comments (good and bad). Rachel is a complex girl, hope you enjoy this chapter... Rachel November 21st, 8:10 PM I was nervous, the keycard to open the suite door shook slightly in my hand as I slid it into the lock. I had knocked of course, but no one answered. There was no way I was going back down to the lobby or to mingle with the casino crowd. Hell, I'd already made that gauntlet run once and wasn't noticed - I'd be damned if I was going to do it again, at least so soon. I figured my only choice was to let myself in. Lisa had said to be expected. I mean that's why she had spent the entire afternoon with me getting me ready for this date. Yeah right, date, more like death march. What was I doing here? It all seemed so surreal, like some out of body experience. While Lisa primped and fretted over me I pleaded with her about not wanting to do this, not 'working' tonight. Then I spent twenty minutes on the phone with Brad trying to get out of this. Yet for every complaint I had both of them had emotional comebacks I couldn't win against. "You need this experience," Brad said. "Brad had made a promise you would be there," Lisa whined. "Everything is already set". "We need this Rachel." Damn it! What about my needs? I had just spent the better part of last night being sick! I've had needles jabbed into my chest with promises of, well maybe not promises, but hope at least I'd have what I longed for. OK, was it false hope? I had endured plenty, where was understanding for me, my position, my needs? I pulled the card from the lock and the little green light flashed. The lock buzzed a low tone, which brought me back to reality. The reality that I was to meet a man in this room at 8:00 PM for... Augh! Funny, both Brad and Lisa were reluctant to give me his full name. I pressed them hard but only got his first name, James. Is it Jim, Jimmy, Jimbo, what? What was I to call this guy? Who was this guy, some kind of secret agent? Please, don't be here I said one last time as I pushed the handle down and slowly entered the room. The lights were on and there was the sound of the air conditioner humming softly near the window. The curtains were open and I could see the sparkle of Vegas' lights. The room smelled new, sterile almost, but what did I expect, the Grand Cayman's Casino had been open less than a week! I looked over the furnishings and decided the room was nowhere near as nice as the one I had been in the other night with Tony Benito. This suite was well appointed, just not as glamorous. I chuckled, 17th floor suite compared to the Presidential suite - who was I kidding, could I really compare the two? A door to the left was partially open and dark, I pushed it open slowly, "Hello..." I spoke just above a whisper. The room lit up slightly and I could see a suitcase on a king sized bed, a garment bag was open with two suites lying next to it. I caught the time on the clock radio, Shit! I was thirteen minutes late. Did Jim just get bored and leave? No way, not if someone is ten minutes late! I figured I had been in the suite for at least three minutes now, of course it was probably only thirty seconds. Now what was I suppose to do, call room service? I turned around, studied the small living room area and decided I needed some air. I pulled the slider open and stepped carefully onto the tile patio. It was wet from an earlier rain shower, which Thank God had stopped before I had arrived. Brad had apologized on the phone for not being there with me today and said to just take a taxi here tonight. Lisa had offered to drop me off, but she seemed too much like some proud mother primping and preppy over her daughter on her first date. No Thanks, I'll manage I told them both. I drove myself here in Brad's Porsche, but this would be the last time I drove it, I hated it. I just couldn't get used to heels and shifting. Oh how I wished I could have been driving my little Miata. I ended up parking in the parking garage rather than valet parking the car or parking in the back-forty lot, no need drawing extra attention to myself I thought. Lisa had given me a key to the room, she was very insistent about putting it in my black leather clutch. She must have thought I was stupid or something because she insisted on explaining how to use the keycard. Good grief! Stick it in and the damn door opens! Get real. Laughter from below caught my attention and I looked over the edge to see where it had come from. I couldn't see anyone but saw some shadows move on a balcony three floors down and probably two rooms over. A cold wind licked up and around me, the curtains behind me flopping against the slider startled me. OK, enough skyline viewing I figured. I can get a better view from my condo, Brad's condo, which was mine now, which - this was way too confusing. Another gust of wind blew past and I cursed at the wind, it probably just screwed my hair up! I retreated to the silence of the suite and decided I had better check my hair, makeup, and make sure everything was in place. I walked through the bedroom to the bathroom and flipped the switch. The bathroom was basic, but charming. The lighted mirrors almost made me feel like I was in front of a vanity. The reflection though is what was so hard to believe. It was me of course, but, but as someone I had never seen before but always dreamed of. The hair, the makeup, the French nails, the black pin stripped Brodeur pantsuit, the off white silk blouse, the whole package. Everything I was seeing was like a dream. It was hard to believe I was seeing myself in the mirror. The diamond earrings, the subtle lips, the... how did Lisa get all this done in just six hours? Her first chore was the sizing of the suit. When Lisa had arrived at the condo she had two shopping bags full of clothes and three of these Brodeur suits on hangers. How she made it up from her car is beyond me. She seemed in a huge rush to get me into the suits so as to get them marked for any tailing we might need. That was a production in itself. I tried on the first jacket, but it was to short in the arms. The third one fit just about the way it should - figures. Only problem with the last jacket was the shoulder pads made me look like I was in a constant state of 'shoulder shrug'. Lisa was quick to fix that with a few snips of the scissors to remove the pads. After that I was feeling pretty good about the jacket. The pants took a little more time. I had to battle tight waists, baggy hips, to long, to short... Augh! Obviously I didn't have the perfect body for the pants, but Lisa made her chalk marks on various areas and put pins in where someone with more sewing sense than me would make things right. We left the condo right after I was back dressed in my comfy jeans and to say it was a whirlwind afternoon from that point on barely scratches the surface! I pulled the jacket open to admire the finished product in the mirror. Nice, very nice. The full body shaper I was wearing under all this certainly did wonders for my figure. At first I was worried I wouldn't be able to breathe, but it really wasn't all that bad. What I gained in curves was certainly worth the minor discomfort of the constricting shaper. Besides, the tight stretchy silk like fabric seemed to lift and accentuate my ass, not to mention a new set of silicon gel breast forms Lisa had bought. These were incredible! Not like those rigid plastic forms I had been wearing for a good year now. When all this hormone treatment stuff was done I wanted the same results as I was seeing now. Of course there were problems, well one complaint actually. The under wire cups built into this miracle of feminine lingerie, the 'Olga Full Body Shaper', was killing me. The wires built into the cups at first just ached, now they felt like they were digging into my skin. This wasn't such a good feeling considering I was still trying to recover from the injections my buddy Dr. Bill had given me. I turned left and right to get a better view, letting thoughts of last night and the shaper slip away. I played with a few errant hairs that the wind had taken astray and marveled at how the perm and tinting Lisa had arranged for me really completed my look. This is who I had strived to be all my life, this was the real me, my outside finally catching up to my inside. When I was satisfied with my hair I spritzed some hairspray in the area I had just adjusted and took a step back. I loved what I saw. I loved how I looked, how it made me feel. All that was missing was for these hormones to do their job quicker and I could really, for the first time, say that I was complete. Well almost complete and I wondered if going that next irreversible step was what I... A double knock on the door snapped my head toward the bedroom entrance. I was afraid to swallow. I turned the light off and stood frozen for a moment - Oh yeah, great plan hiding in the dark. I didn't have time to argue with myself about what to do, but when did that ever stop me? Should I stay here in the dark or go back into the living room? So much for not arguing! I wished with all my might for there to be another exit, but unless I learned to fly I was pretty much stuck. I walked slowly toward the living room and peered down the suites short hallway toward the door. I could hear muffled voices, then someone giggling. I crept to the door and looked through the peephole. There were three people outside the door. One man and two women, one of the women looked very drunk, her blouse unbuttoned at least halfway. She hung on the guy and slurped her tongue around his neck and ear. He didn't seem to mind. He reached out to knock once again and I popped my head back, God don't let the door open! I held my breathe a moment and then snuck another look into the hallway after he had rapped his knuckles on the door at least five times. I could see that the second woman looked impatient and she turned away while muttering something, I didn't catch what she said but it created a pained look on the guys face. He reached for the handle and I heard the handle click as I back peddled into the living room, then into the bedroom, finally ending up in the dark bathroom again. There was no place to run, hiding would be futile. If this was James at the door and he even thought I was going to stick around with some drunken women and do, well do anything, he was mistaken! He was fucking mistaken! I heard the handle again click and a low tone beep three times, like when you lose at a video game. I froze, were they entering the suite? I grabbed my clutch from the sink and raced back to the living room, nothing, the door was still closed. They couldn't get in! I felt instant relief and I snuck back up to the door to see what they were doing. By this time I only caught their backs as they were walking away. There is a God, I sighed and felt my whole body relax as I slowly backed away from the door. I stopped after a few steps and leaned against the wall, looking blankly toward the door. There was the answer, the door was the answer, my escape. But I couldn't let Brad down like this? Lisa would be crushed I'm sure if I were to just leave, especially after all the work she put into getting me ready, the talks, the coaching, the... The phone began to ring and I lazily looked at it sitting not 10 feet from me. It's little red light like some kind of Batman beacon. It was telling me to run, it was telling me this wasn't where I was supposed to be. I took a few steps toward the phone as if I were watching some slow motion replay, watched as my hand picked the receiver up, "Hello?" I whispered. "A good evening," the voice began. "This is Don Blake, hotel security. We're showing an invalid key card entry attempt to your room, is everything alright?" "A, a yes, everything is fine," I replied not knowing how I was able to control my voice. "I think someone just got their rooms mixed up." "I'll send one of our security guys by to check the halls out. For our log, can I get you to confirm your name please." Oh shit! No, no! This wasn't good. Neither Lisa nor Brad had said anything about the room, who it was registered to or if I had permission to even be in it. Lisa had gotten me the key, so was she the one the room was registered under? Brad? Was this James person the one it was registered too? Think Rachel, think. I was stuck and had paused way to long, "My name, Rachel Moore." I held my breath. "Thank you Ms. Moore. I hope you and Mr. Calstrom enjoy your stay here in Las Vegas. Good evening." "Thank you. Thanks for checking up on us." And I hung the phone up. I was physically drained. The adrenaline spikes had sapped all my energy and now I just wanted to melt into a hot bath. This was turning into the night from hell. I wasn't ready for this, just like I wasn't ready for Tony Benito. Well, actually I thought I wasn't ready for Tony and that worked out, kind of. Augh! No, I'm through with this, it's time I left, enough is enough. I peeked into the bedroom again, 8:34 PM and no James Calstrom. At least I knew his name now, a name that sounded pretty familiar I was sure but I just couldn't place where I had heard it. Didn't matter, I was out of here. I headed straight for the door, my clutch tight under my arm. I pulled the door open quickly, determined to get the hell out of here. I didn't bother looking left, I just marched to the right, and right was the way to the elevators, to freedom. I pressed the down arrow at the bank of four elevators and stepped back to wait. There were only 'up' and 'down' arrows above the bank of elevators, so I had no clue which elevator would arrive first. After what seemed like a minute standing there alone in the hall the arrow on the elevator in front of me lit up. It was going 'up' still. I stepped back as the doors opened and watched two men stop speaking in mid-sentence when they saw me. Great! Just peachy. I looked toward one of the other elevators praying it would open so I could make a fast exit out of here and away from their stares. "OK then, well Thanks again James. I'll see you tomorrow right?" One of my goggle-eyed boys spoke quickly. "Sure." James replied and exited the elevator, not making eye contact with me as he passed. "You going up Miss?" the other man asked? "No, down." I tried to smile politely. He nodded and took his finger of the button holding the door open. As it began to close I realized how that might have sounded if ones mind was in the gutter. I shook it off and pressed the down arrow again. The guy who had exited the elevator continued to walk down the hall and of course it hadn't escaped me that his name was James. Was this my James I stared at his back? He was walking slower now and I saw him stop in front of the room that I had just exited. He knocked twice and waited, then looked back down the hall at me. I turned away, damn it! What was taking so long for this elevator? Was he at the room I just came out of? I knew he was. Crap! When I looked back I caught a quick glimpse of him as he entered his room. That was him, he went into the room I was just in! Damn! Now what? Go back to the room? No! I'm out of here - stick to the plan. He snoozed - he loses! I turned back toward the elevators just as the light on the one to my right lit up 'down'. "Rachel?" I turned toward the voice. A head was sticking out of the room I had just escaped from, a look of questioning on his face, on James' face. I turned back toward the elevator and was rewarded with the swooshing sound of the doors opening. I walked inside before the doors were even fully opened. I turned quickly and pressed the 'L' button, Lobby. When I looked up James was standing in the door of the elevator breathing hard from his sprint to the elevators, his hand grasped the door. "Rachel?" he pressed. I felt like I was going to gag on my tongue. I was ten seconds away from freedom, ten damn seconds from being out of here! What have I done to piss the God's off? Don't answer that! If he hadn't looked so pitiful I might have just blown him off. I nodded slightly 'yes' as the door pushed against his hand and then retreated. "I am so sorry. I," he stammered a moment, "I got a call from, well that's not important." He tried to look into my eyes for some sign I might be reasonable about all this, "You look hungry. Please, let me at least buy you dinner to make up for being so rude." He held his hand out toward me and the elevator door began to close again. He quickly pressed the door back, but this time an alarm started beeping. I walked out of the elevator and stood a few feet from him, what was it about this guy that seemed so familiar. I've seen him before, I know his name from somewhere. "James Calstrom?" I asked and wondered what had gotten into me. Why wasn't I still on the elevator? He looked a little surprised that I knew his name, but offered his hand and we shook politely. "Rachel Marie Moore, a very pretty name. Let's get out of this hallway before security sends someone up here to check out the elevator malfunction." he said smiling. If he only knew how "security" conscience this hotel was he probably wouldn't be cracking jokes about it. We walked back to the room and he lead the way inside, holding the door for me as I passed. I Thanked him and went straight to the couch opposite the bedroom door and stood there, not sure if I should sit or stand or what. The room was now very uncomfortably silent, a little cold because of the slider being open, and well this was just not what I had expected to be happening tonight. God get me out of this... James put his keycard on the end table and stood next to a chair just across from the couch. He smiled at me and looked around the room, "Not a bad hotel. I haven't won anything in the casino yet, but I'm feeling my luck is about to change. You want something to drink?" "No, I'm fine Thank you," I replied looking around the room, which was kind of stupid since I'd already, checked everything out anyway. I shook my head a little, unconsciously. "Room hasn't changed since you were last in it huh?" "What makes you think I've been in this room before?" I questioned raising an eyebrow slightly. He smiled, settling in to our little cat and mouse game, "Same reason I knew it was you by the elevator." Yeah right! Unless Lisa or Brad had told him what I would be wearing tonight he would never have known it was me by the elevators. Get real, though that doesn't explain how he knows I was in the room. "Oh really, you check for finger prints or something?" "No, but I do like whatever perfume you are wearing." Oh no, did I have to much on? I really hadn't noticed, like I could anyway! Lisa had touched a bottle of some kind of sweet smelling perfume to one of my wrists and I had gently rubbed them together. Then she touched her finger twice near the back of my neck, so there is no way I could smell that bad or strong. I looked quickly toward the slider, which I had obviously left open, "You can smell my perfume with all the fresh air we're getting in here?" I shot back feeling a little more on guard and not completely at ease or like I had the upper hand yet. He scrunched his nose a little and took a step toward me, then another, and two more. He was close enough he could have leaned into me and rested his chin on top of my head. "I can smell you standing this close and I like what I smell." He took a step back and smiled, "Actually, I know when I left the room the slider wasn't open, the door to the bedroom wasn't open like it is, and your scent does grace the bathroom." He was smiling, so I guessed he wasn't angry. "OK, yes I was here, I mean I just left. I waited for you before I decided to call it a night though. I was about ten minutes late and figured after about twenty minutes of waiting we were, I mean tonight was not meant to be." "Totally my fault and again I'm really sorry about that," he blurted out almost cutting me off. He slowed himself down a little, taking a deep breath, "I'm certainly glad I caught you though, you are twice as beautiful as Brad said you were," he paused for effect and I could feel my face flush, "And you seem kind of spunky, energetic, a no BS kind of woman. I like that." My heart skipped a beat and I prayed my face didn't betray it's little hiccup. Again I was in a situation that I didn't have enough information for - like that damn phone call from the security guy. Brad and Lisa said nothing about what James was expecting tonight. Did he think I was one of Brad's regular 'projects' or did he know who I was? Why didn't I ask these questions before it was to late? Did he really think I was what he was seeing? Augh! A concerned look passed over James face before he began, "Look, if you would rather call it a night I would totally understand. I hate it when I've got plans and I'm banking on them to flow and, well they get screwed up. Most times I can recover pretty good, but when emotions are involved, well you know, when your heart is set on something," he shifted slightly, "those things I don't recover so quickly from. Know what I mean?" He was giving me my out. He basically was saying regardless of any financial obligation he might have with Brad I was free to leave. At least that's how I was interpreting what he'd just said. Well, actually he was saying a lot about how he dealt with disappointment. Did he think I was disappointed? Now I wasn't sure I wanted to leave. Guilt? Of course leaving was more difficult because I was being squeezed from all directions. Brad on one side and James right here in front of me. And I can't forget Lisa and the host of others who wanted a piece of me, a piece of who Michael Moore was, who Rachel is now. I needed time to think this out, "James, I'm fine. I'm fine with us going out to dinner, I'm fine," that last 'fine' almost sounding huffy. "Why don't you change into something a little nicer and we'll get out of here for a while and see where the night takes us?" Was this the right move? I just didn't know and fighting it was becoming way to taxing. His face brightened a few degrees and he reached for my shoulder, "Thanks Rachel, I really appreciate," and he looked like he realized if he said much more he would be rambling, "Augh! I'll be right back, make yourself comfortable." I smiled back at him and watched him turn and head for the bedroom. I couldn't help but notice he had a nice ass, his jeans not skin tight, but they certainly were flattering. Of course this was way off topic for me right now, but I figured he obviously worked out or plays some kind of sports. He was handsome, but it was his almost 'shy guy' personality that kept drawing me in. What was it with this guy? If I was going to put in the effort for the rest of the evening I was going to get to the bottom of it. This attraction was so confusing, was I pressing my desires? Pressing my feelings further than I should? Damn! I needed more time. Time to slow things down! Now I had to plan what would happen at dinner and did I dare try to plan out as far as after dinner? Was I going to squeal tires out of here or something else after dinner? Was I ready for 'something else'? My mood had completely flipped from 10 minutes ago. I'm such a loser! I heard the bathroom door close and a moment later I could hear the shower start. I wasn't sure why James thought that was necessary, but it did give me more time to think. I walked to the entrance of the bedroom and saw that he had laid out a suit, we were going to make quite the couple. I half smiled and then shook that thought off quickly. Augh, concentrate! I confirmed that I had a few more minutes, he was in the shower and the sound of the soap dropping confirmed it. I turned back toward the living room and grabbed the phone. I dialed Brad's cell phone, it went straight to his voice mail. I hung up without leaving a message. Damn! I tried to call Lisa. After four rings I got her voice mail also. Why do people even pay for cell phones if they never answer them? Shit! I tried Brad again, same result. It was a long shot, but I decided to try the condo. As it began to ring I heard the shower stop. Second ring, third ring, answering machine. Damn! I quietly hung up. What if there was some kind of problem tonight? Where is my backup, my support? Were the police questioning Brad again? Was I in trouble? I will never do this again! Never! Brad didn't get it. He didn't get me, he didn't know me... Augh! I heard the bathroom door opened, "You alright out there?" James called out. "Yeah, fine. You OK?" and I wanted to kick myself for asking such a stupid question. "I could use a glass of water if you wouldn't mind. I smelled like an ashtray. Just a couple more minutes I promise." What is it with this guy and his nose I thought? I turned toward a small wet bar and grabbed a glass. There wasn't an ice bucket, but a search of the mini-refrigerator brought more luck. Inside was a small icemaker, one that would probably be empty after filling four glasses with ice. I grabbed a few cubes and then a bottle of water and closed the door. Beside the refrigerator was a shelf filled with full sized bottles of alcohol, what ever happened to those mini bottles? I smiled knowing I would have swiped a Bailey's Irish Cream bottle if they had been the mini bottles. I put the glass of ice on the bar top and poured the water into it. I considered taking a little sip, but thought better of delivering a glass with lipstick on it. That's when I paused to think this out, getting him the glass of water. Was I just going to wait here with the water or bring it in the room? He had left the bedroom door wide open, did that mean he wasn't shy or just acted shy? Was getting him a glass of water just some kind of come on? I picked the glass up and set it down. I'm over thinking this, innocent request, innocent gesture on my part to bring it to him. I picked the glass up again just as the whirl of a hair dry began. No harm in peeking through the door is there? And I just went for it, walking to the bedroom door like what I was doing was no big deal. It wasn't a big deal, I was just being silly. Of course as I approached the room I slowed and stealthily peeked around the corner. The lamp near the bed was on and I could see James' arm bob up and down in the bathroom doorway as he dried his hair. I had no idea whether he was clothed or not. OK, far enough. The bathroom fan was still on, so calling out to him that I had his water would have been a waste of time, not to mention the noisy hair dryer. I half considered just leaving it on the dresser right there inside the bedroom, but didn't get that opportunity. As if looking for something James peered around the corner of the bathroom door and saw me standing there, standing there like a deer caught in headlights. I could see his bare chest, it was toned and tanned. The slacks he was wearing were hugging his waist and unbuttoned. I tried to look away but could only raise the glass of water as if toasting him, but in actuality I was showing him it was ready. I felt like a schoolgirl, embarrassed, silly. "Hey Thanks." he said smiling, fumbling to put his comb and hairdryer down. He walked toward me and I couldn't take my eyes off of him. My opinion of his looks just jumped toward the top of the scales. He was wearing bikini briefs, white ones that brought to life his tanned abs. He wasn't muscle builder chiseled, but any male around his age would have been jealous of his body. He was probably in his mid-thirties. When he was close enough I stuck my arm straight out as if I was some stiff-arming linebacker, the glass of water my protector. He chuckled a little and took the glass from me gently, "Thanks. I was meeting with," he paused slightly, "a friend in the bar before I came up here and well, kind of lost track of time. Bone head I know." He smiled, took a sip of the water and continued, "Anyway they should make the damn bars smoke free, I hate smelling like an ashtray. So, can ya give me about five more minutes?" What was I going to say? 'No, I've waited long enough I'm out of here!'? Right. I nodded my head 'Yes' and turn around just as a huge smile began to take over my face. Rachel, get your mind out of the gutter girl! I didn't look back and was out in the living room before James could say another word. I know he saw me smiling, two could play little tease games. November 21st, 9:46 PM The Grand Caymans' Casino has no less than eight restaurants of varying caliper to choose from, not to mention the 2 night clubs and 4 bars you could probably get a meal in. James asked where I wanted to go and what I felt like eating. I told him I wasn't to particular, but said sushi was definitely out. He chuckled politely, but said he'd like to get me to try some one day and that it wasn't so bad if it was done right. I insisted any seafood I was going to eat would be cooked. "So that means no oysters for you tonight then?" he said. It was clearly a sexually motivated comment, but he pulled it off as if it were all part of our casual conversation. Did he really think I missed his point? I smiled seductively at him, I can play these games too. I was feeling pretty good about the way things were going, now to test his will to appease me. My dinner request was that it would be nice if we went some place that wasn't crowded, adding that it would be nice to talk a while and crowds made me nervous. He seemed to understand, but I knew he didn't get the full picture and why would he? This was really my problem, my issue. I'm the paranoid one. When he reached for the phone I asked quickly who he was calling, then realizing that maybe he would just order room service - which isn't what I had in mind. That would make it more difficult to call it an evening after dinner. James replied that he was just calling to have his car brought around and that he knew just the place, a Mexican restaurant about five minutes from here. No, I didn't have the confidence I needed to walk through the lobby so I asked if he minded if I drove? He was fine with that and didn't seem to suspect any ulterior motives on my part. Whew! While driving that stupid Porsche wasn't something I was looking forward to, it was certainly better than the alternative. From our room it was a simple elevator ride to the lobby and then we would have a twenty-foot walk to the elevators for the underground parking. Not much of a gauntlet, but it had intimidated me enough earlier that any more time out in a crowd just wasn't going to cut it - which getting into valet parked car was going to be. We walked to the elevators and talked about nothing in particular. Once the speedy elevator arrived, pun intended, I opened my clutch and pulled the Porsche keys out. I shook my head as if disgusted about something, not realizing James was staring at me and dropped them back into my purse. "What's the matter?" he asked. He startled me, "Oh, nothing." "Oh really? That look was more than an 'Oh, nothing' look and I don't even know you that well. Something I can help out with?" he asked. "Well actually, would you mind driving? See, it's a long story." and I rolled my eyes back, "My car was, I mean it's out of commission and I get to..." I didn't get to finish my sentence. The elevator stopped moving and the doors opened. The noise and commotion of the casino crowd washed over us, drowning out our conversation. I stood frozen for a moment and it wasn't until James took my arm gently that I snapped out of it and we began to walk toward the garage elevators. I tried to act natural, like this was no big deal, but lost my nerve and quickly began to look through my clutch for the keys again. Though they were sitting right on top of my wallet and I could easily have grabbed them but I played this charade out for a few more seconds. I'm not sure why I kept it up, guess I was hoping that by having my face down I wouldn't be noticed? Silly actually, who was going to even care or notice that I existed in all the happenings at the casino? Could they have told anyway with the way I looked tonight? I wanted to believe they couldn't... It took less than twenty seconds to cross the lobby to the parking garage elevators and we joined another couple waiting for what was turning out to be the slowest elevators I'd ever waited for in my life. By now I was beginning to think elevators had united and at the thought of giving me a ride they all conspired to make my life hell by making me wait! At least it seemed that way. The couple standing next to us seemed oblivious to us, but I did notice the woman glance over at James a couple of times. Did she recognize him from some place like I had? Was she attracted to him? Who was James Calstrom anyway? When the elevator door opened we followed the other couple into the elevator and I flashed two fingers at James who pressed the button after the other gentleman had selected his floor. Did a cat have my tongue or was I afraid of the woman hearing me try to speak? Didn't matter because the ride was quiet, quick and we exited the elevator before them. They had parked one floor below me and were probably happy they had the elevator to themselves now. I felt like their eyes were burning a hole in my back as we walked away and became much more relaxed after I heard the elevator doors close. I wondered if she would be criticizing my outfit to her man or making other remarks to him to make herself appear better. I glanced back to make sure the elevator had really closed. "You alright?" I smiled weakly and nodded 'Yes'. Relax Rachel, relax. "You seem a little uptight, wasn't something I said earlier?" James said with a concerned look on his face. Uptight is probably an understatement and it took me a moment to figure out what he was talking about. Was he talking about the oysters comment? "I just don't like crowds much," and tried to smile convincingly, "and if they serve oysters at this Mexican restaurant you are taking me to you'll be walking back here." His chuckle eased my nerves a little and I dangled the keys in front of him. He eyed the Porsche we were standing by and I nodded that it was mine. "This car doesn't fit you does it?" he said with an odd look on his face. "No, not really." and I stood back while James opened the passenger door for me. "I might be able to help you with this if you are interested." he said as I sat and then shut the car door. It hit me! I knew who he was! At least I think I knew. James Calstrom was the son of Robert Calstrom, Vegas' largest car dealership owner. The Calstrom's dominated auto sales in Vegas with at least four dealerships of various makes. James used to appear in commercials with his father when he was a teenager. I remember him now, I was probably eight or nine years old when I last saw him in a commercial. What I mostly remember was how the kids at school all thought he was gay. I always thought he looked cool. The clothes he wore were always fashionable and he was just a good looking guy someone I thought... What did I think? I thought he was someone I would like to be around. Oh my God, I was with James Calstrom! This is too freaky! My mind raced and as he opened the door I just starred at him blankly. "A.. you all right?" James asked with a look of concern on his face. His voice snapping me out of my boyhood flashbacks. "Fine..." I said with a grin and looked away sheepishly. "Fine? Did I miss something between our doors?" It took me a second to reply as I was trying to not be so giddy, but I couldn't control myself, "You're James Calstrom. I rememb..." "Yeah, yeah I hope that doesn't diminish your opinion of me or anything. God the clothes I wore doing those commercial back then were so gay." he said interrupting me in mid-sentence and shaking his head like this subject was something he'd rather not have been reminded of. A strange emptiness grabbed at my stomach and the word 'gay' spun quickly through my mind. Where did he stand on this issue? I mean, he knew who I was right? Brad had to have told him who I really was I was sure. I let that train of thought die quickly knowing it wouldn't do any good to complain that I didn't have enough information about this encounter with James to feel like I was on any sort of stable ground. Damn! I had to know where we stood, "So, what did Brad tell you about me?" I asked quickly switching the subject from his youthful notoriety to me in an attempt to get the answers I needed to gauge where he stood on the subject of "us" tonight and if "gay" was an issue. "Not much really. Besides the obvious, you being beautiful and sexy. He said you had a fun personality also." "Is that 'all' he told you?" I pressed. "Yeah pretty much. He said you were friends with Lisa. My little sister went to school with Lisa, so I know her well enough to say that she's a good judge of character and if you two are friends then I'm sure I'll be safe with you tonight." he had a broad smile on his face. The keys jingled as he stuck them into the ignition. "So you know my history then?" I asked tentatively. He pulled away from the keys and turned his body slightly to look into my eyes, "Rachel, I know enough about you and your past to reassure you that I wouldn't want to be anywhere else right now." He took my hand and gave it a slight squeeze, "Just relax and be yourself. I know enough believe me. I also promise not to bite... well unless you want me to." He leaned over and kissed me ever so gently on the lips. I watched him leaning toward me as if in slow motion, his eyes closing, his lips touching mine, and then he pulled away slowly searching my eyes for a reaction. It was over in a matter of a mille-second. I hadn't even closed my eyes and for at least ten seconds I was afraid to even breathe. He didn't wait for me to say anything, he released my hand, and started the car. Before I could digest what had just happened and everything he had said leading up to this very open show of affection we were backing out of the parking space. I guess I had my answer on where we stood at least I hoped so. I'm not sure how I would deal with James being surprised about what lay under the facade sitting here next to him if he didn't 'know enough'. I glance at him and thought about pressing him more, but thought better of it. James shifted into first gear and we made our way through the lighted garage to the exit and then into the dark of the night, onto the main drag in Vegas. We didn't talk for at least a couple blocks, but it wasn't a strained silence, more of a calm silence that seemed to protect us both. It was all beginning to feel more comfortable now and I couldn't explain it even if I tried. I knew Lisa would have a hundred questions about tonight so I would have to sort out my feelings eventually, just not right now. I wonder why she didn't say anything about knowing James though? OK, just be myself, good advice - but more of a challenge than James thought seeing that I was still pretty new at being myself, being Rachel. November 21st, 11:23 PM It took barely ten minutes to get from the Grand Cayman's casino to the El Paco restaurant. Dinner turned out to be perfect. We were probably the last couple seated and the next to last to leave the dining area after our meal. The food was decent, but what really made the meal was the lack of people in the restaurant. There were people in the bar and we could occasionally hear them getting loud, but most of the time we spent focusing on each other. Even our waitress, Meko, while having an odd name for an obviously Hispanic woman seemed uninterested in our presence. Yet she always seemed to show up when we were in need of something, like drinks, so she got high marks for making this meal one I could actually enjoy. And if I had been the one leaving a tip she would have made a big one for making this dinner very stress free for me. After we were first seated it took me a bit to loosen up, in fact after having left the casino I'd pretty much only uttered a few sentences. Now though I was feeling very relaxed after having finished three giant sized strawberry margaritas. James didn't seem to notice that I was holding back at first and by the time I was halfway through the second margarita there were times he couldn't get a word in edge wise. So honestly I wasn't a complete airhead I tried to tell myself ? I hope he realized that. When I tried to focus on my ramblings it was hard to decide if James was just a good listener or if Jose Cuervo had taken down some of my protective wall. It was probably both. There was of course one problem that did arise during dinner and I had to smile in the dark as we drove down the Vegas strip back toward the Grand Cayman's casino. It was the full body shaper I was wearing and the way the under wire bra built into it felt. It felt like it was digging into my chest. At one point I thought I was actually bleeding as I could have sworn I felt something under one of the breast forms. It also seemed like the breast forms were moving way to much when ever I moved or laughed. They were different from my last pair, so maybe I just needed to get used to them? I excused myself right before our meals were served and went to the bathroom to check. This of course was a major production, standing in a toilet stall and getting partially undressed, well actually just undoing my blouse so as to feel around the cups of the body shaper - basically a one piece snap-crotch bathing suit on steroids. Thankfully my problem turned out to be just sweat, which I wrote off to having too much to drink. I really wasn't one to drink so much, but the blended drinks were so sweet and went down so easy. Not to mention quick. While finding out that I wasn't bleeding eased my mind some it did little to diminish the pain in my chest much. I couldn't help but focus on the burning in my nipples and as I felt one of them I had to brace myself against the wall to keep from doubling over in pain. Good thing there wasn't anyone else in the bathroom at the time as I'm sure my pathetic squeal in response to touching my nipple would have drawn unwanted attention. I probably should have been more panicked about all of this, but in the end I just dabbed the area around the breast forms with some toilet paper as gently as I could. Then I put two small pieces of toilet paper between my chest and the under wire portion of the body shaper and tucked my blouse back into my slacks. A quick look in the mirror and I was back to the table just as Meko was delivering our order. I reminded myself that I would have to remove the toilet paper from around my chest should things heat up with James later. Again I smiled in the dark and turned to look out the car window so as not to have to explain my smiles to James. How did this night go from hell to me wanting to be intimate with James? Was I drunk? Or could it be I was looking like I had always dreamed? Was it the confidence in my appearance that made me want to exercise my hidden desires? Did I have the courage to perform up to the illusion Lisa had created for James tonight? Augh! Too many questions... "We're home honey. You want me to valet park this for you or have you had enough of me for the evening and are going to head home, I mean to your home or where ever it is you live?" James said with a touch of nervousness in his voice. He turned to look over the grounds of the casino. "Just stop here..." I said quietly and then realized that that probably sounded like a total blow off. I turned away and wondered if I had it in me to go the next step? If I got close to the flame and got scared would I be able to pull away without getting burned? I looked back at him, "James, I've really had a good time with you tonight and... Well if we can take it slow then I don't see why we couldn't go back to your room and... I mean we can just see what happens." My stomach dipped like I was on a roller coaster or something as I waited for him to reply. "I like that. I drove to the restaurant, you drive the rest of the evening. We'll just play it by ear, slowly." and his little smile gave away how he was feeling. "Well, let's get this car parked down below then." I said with much more confidence than I was feeling. God Rachel, do you know what you're doing? The car began moving, to late... November 21st, 11:41 PM The lobby of the casino wasn't as crowded as when we left and we rode the elevator up to the seventeenth floor in silence. James held my hand as we made our way from the car to the room. It was something I would have to get used to, but I didn't mind that he had taken this liberty. I think I actually kind of liked this open show of affection and it made me feel a bit calmer walking through the lobby. It was spooky how at ease he made me feel all my nervousness and internal battles seemed to have lowered their chants for me to make a quick escape. It was either I was at ease with James or I was a little drunk, probably was a little of both. At the door to his room we both fumbled for the key cards and I felt embarrassed for trying to lead when I should have been following. I need to be more submissive I began to complain to myself under my breath. Damn it! I shyly looked away and then toward the door as I heard the handle turn and the "happy" tone from the door. I needed to pay more attention to the protocols that divided the sexes I chided myself one last time. James held the door open for me and I walked into the little living room area. The hotel had a room turn down service I guessed because the slider was closed now and the empty bottle of water I had poured for James was no longer on the wet bar. I turned and saw that he was staring at me, I looked toward the bar and then back at him. I felt incredibly self-conscience now but was determined to play my roll. Fuck! Do I really need to over think all this? I wish... "Can I get you something to drink?" he asked. My heart was pounding so hard I felt like he could hear it. I tried to appear calm, but knew it was a battle I wasn't going to win if I didn't do something, anything. What is the deal? Relax Rachel, think, "Why don't you make us both something to drink. I need to freshen up a little and you need to get more comfortable. I'll be right back." I turned and made a quick, but controlled exit toward the bedroom without waiting for a reply. In the bedroom the lamp on the nightstand was on and there were mints on the pillows. I looked around the room and saw that James' luggage had been moved to a love seat and that his suits were nowhere to be seen. Guess someone had moved them to the closet. I flipped the bathroom light on and slowly closed the door, then stood fixated on my image in the mirror at the sink yet again. Incredible. I still couldn't believe I was looking at myself and moved my head from side to side slowly as if making sure I was awake and seeing myself. Yeah right! Did I really think I was controlling some robot body double or something? Augh! What a nut I am! I primped my hair slightly, pulling a few loose strands back behind my ears, and then put on some lip-gloss. Since I needed to go to the bathroom anyway decided I would remove the toilet paper padding that was protecting my chest from the under wire hell of the body shaper after I finished. I took my jacket off and looped it onto a hanger on the door. I let my slacks slid down, pulled my pantyhose down and undid the snap crotch of the body shaper and felt the instant relief of the material relaxing. Oh God did that feel good. The stretch fabric did wonders for my lack of figure but was so damn constricting. I deftly undid my clit from the gaffe and sat on the toilet. A steady stream came quickly and moments later I was dabbing my clit with toilet paper. I was really playing this part I thought, but that's what it was going to take to make myself complete wasn't it? When finished I needed to make a choice, put the gaffe back on or... I chose to forgo strapping myself back into the gaffe partly out of comfort and partly because if presented with, well if something should happen, did I want the gaffe to slow anything down. Who was I kidding, 'if something happened'? That's what this whole evening was all about wasn't it? It's what I was getting paid to do. Stop! Don't go there Rachel and I shook my head in disgust. I feel like this is something more than just a job tonight with James. I tucked my clit back as best I could, but being so small it really was an exercise in futility. I shook my head again as I looked at myself in the full-length mirror on the wall and at the way my pubic mound looked. Nothing like it did when wearing the gaffe I shrugged. It didn't matter, the shaper would do it's job, I just needed to move on I told myself. Why do I do I torture myself like this? I kicked my two-inch heels off, stepped out of the slacks and slid the pantyhose I was off wearing off. Bare feet, very comfortable I smiled. The glossy blood-red toenails were awfully cute. I undid my blouse and gently reached under the cups of the body shaper to remove the toilet paper padding I had put there and tossed them in the toilet. Curiosity had the best of me and at least now I had a mirror I could look into to see what was going on with my chest and why it was hurting so much. Slowly I eased the shoulder strap down and lifted the breast form out gently. It hurt like hell and no matter how slowly I did this my face tightened grotesquely from the pain. I placed the silicon gel breast next to the sink and slid the strap down even further while stretching the fabric of the cup away from my breast. When I could see my chest what I saw confused me at first, but then made me flush and light headed. Combined with the pain emanating from this area I was barely able to stand. I stepped back, almost tripping on one of my shoes, and made it to the toilet just in time to sit before I fell over. After a moment I sat up slightly and looked into the full-length mirror on the wall and then looked away. My nipple was swollen to about the size of my thumb and was surrounded by a small area of dark red colored skin. Was this normal? Was I fighting an infection or something? The marks from the needles Dr. Hanson had administered the hormones were barely visible and nowhere else was I experiencing any hormone related growth, so this had to be abnormal right? I slid the left shoulder strap down and removed the other breast form while pulling the fabric away from my body. It looked about the same as the right breast minus the dark red enraged area. I touched it gently and felt just a slight tingle, but when I pressed on it a little more it let me know in no uncertain terms that I'd made a mistake. I leaned forward trying to rest the cramp that was building in my back now. Oh crap that hurt! Now what? I took a deep breath and stood facing the sinks mirror to get a better look, the body shaper now hugging my waist, its straps dangling. There was definition? I turned to the right get a side view. Besides the puffy nipple and redness there wasn't much to see, but you could see slight definition in the left breast area. I turned to get a better look from the left side and could see there was either something happening or I had a partially swollen left breast. God! The shots were actually working! I felt a tiny lump in my throat and for a second thought I was going to actually cry. Get a grip Rachel, this is great! I didn't bother touching the right breast, the red area surrounding my nipple said "Danger!" loud and clear, but I couldn't resist cupping under my left breast to see if it produced anything different. It didn't, but the one-hundredth of a real breast I was seeing shot my spirits through the roof. I shook my head, this is why my chest had been hurting all night. The shaper, the new breast forms being slightly bigger than my last pair, and the hormones actually doing what they were supposed to do! I smiled broadly and snuck another view from the left, then the left in the full length mirror on the wall. What I was seeing was activity, not anything that would register on a cup-size radar or anything like that, but something was happening! This was so cool. Oh God, this is amazing! A tiny tap at the door caught my attention and at first while it startled me, I almost didn't think I had heard anything. I looked to the lock and then to the door as James' spoke, "Hey, I'm just going to change into some shorts if that's alright with you? You OK in there?" "I'll be right out..." I answered trying to get that out without stepping on my tongue to the voice on the other side of the door. Then I thought about all I had to do to put myself back together. Damn it! "Take your time, but if you are going to take a shower or anything like that, watch out for the hot water 'cus it's really hot and hard to control. I think the knobs are screwed up or something." his voice fading near the end of his warning as if he was walking away from the door. I sighed a quick breath of relief and then stared at the breast forms on the sink. I didn't want to put them back in, my chest still stinging from when I had removed them and I knew it wasn't going to an easy task to get them situated properly without having to endure a lot of pain. Grabbing the first soft gel form and supporting the cup of the body shaper with the other hand I nestled it in place as best as I could. Then pulling the shapers fabric out as much as I could I slowly settled it over my breast and quickly looped the strap over my shoulder. It hurt, but it wasn't as bad as it was going to be when I did the same thing for the right side, the flaming red nipple from hell side! Taking a deep breath I did the same thing as getting the left breast form in place. Tears had weld in my eyes by the time I had finished and I stood holding the sink top to steady myself. It felt like someone was cutting my entire breast off with a dull butter knife. I grabbed a tissue and dabbed the corners of my eyes. Fuck that hurts! I checked the mirror to be sure everything was situated just right and made a few minor adjustments that didn't double me over, but certainly said 'ENOUGH ALREADY!'. James would have to just deal with the way I looked or he could kiss my ass. The way I was feeling right now, enduring all this pain, I felt like I could tell him straight out to kiss my ass without missing a beat. Of course the actual execution of such a thought would be a different story I told myself. Augh! Just finish up I huffed and I slipped the blouse back on... November 22nd, 12:04 AM One last look in the mirror and I decided I needed to get out of the bathroom before James began to think I was camping in here. I felt rushed and if I'd forgotten any appearance details it was to late now. I opened the door slowly and saw James standing in front of the TV on the opposite side of the room. When he heard me he turned and smiled, then pointed the remote at the TV and hit the off button. He was wearing shorts, a loose fitting t-shirt, and looked just as handsome to me as he had all dressed up. What is it about this guy that's got my stomach all in knots like some lovesick schoolgirl? "Anything good on?" I asked breaking the silence, surprising myself that I actually was speaking. "No, same old stuff. Couple of movies on the pay-per view channel I haven't seen yet - we could pop some microwave popcorn and get comfortable if you want?" he said walking over to me, stopping on his way to pick up the drink he had made for me, "Rum and Coke, hope that's alright?" "Thanks." I smiled nervously and took a small sip. I wasn't much of a rum fan, but this tasted more like coke than a mixed drink. We both stood there a moment and I cocked my head as if checking out his outfit, "Nice shorts. I feel sort of over dressed now." "You didn't bring any clothes with you or anything did you? I mean if you did you're more than welcome to get more comfortable." he pulled at his t-shirt and let it snap back in place, "This is my favorite unwind attire, shorts and a t-shirt. I'm not big on having to be all dressed to the nines." I just smiled back at him and wondered if he had expected that I was going to bring more of a wardrobe with me. Did he think I would be staying longer than this evening? If he even thought I would go swimming or hot tubing he was nuts, I mean if I had brought a suit! I looked around the room and decided to sit on the corner of the bed, careful to hold my drink with both hands so as not to spill it. The carpet was cool and I dug my feet nervously into the soft pile. James sat next to me and looked down at my bare feet. "Hmmm... very cute." he said smiling at my feet as I tried to curl them under the bed. "I'm a foot man, very sexy and one of the most erotic and sensual parts of the human body." I shook my head slowly, what a goof ball. I leaned into him as if to say 'Alright buddy, enough.' and then shifted so I was facing him more. He was smiling and I felt a whole lot better. I felt like I had known him forever, could that be? "How about at least taking your jacket off, I mean I like that you ditched the shoes and I get to admire your pretty toes and did I mention they were one of the most erotic parts of the human body?", he was smiling and chuckling, "Anyway, seriously just relax." he stood in front of me as if waiting to take my jacket. I thought about stalling, but decided it would be a losing battle. I was kind of warm anyway so it made sense to take the suit jacket off before I started to perspire and putting my 'strong enough for a man, but made for a women' anti-persperant to the test. I handed him my glass and stood to remove my jacket. Our bodies were almost touching as I stood and he moved his hands to the side so as not to spill our drinks. I looked into his eyes and slowly let the jacket fall off one shoulder, then the other, catching it before it had a chance to fall to the floor. James leaned in closer and kissed me gently on the neck, and then he kissed me again closer to the nap of my neck forcing our bodies closer. I felt the rush of a thousand sensations wash over my body as our bodies touched. He tried to hug me, but the drinks in both his hands made it a half-hearted attempt. I could feel the bed pressing at the back of my calves as he tried to absorb me, I felt off balance... "Wait.." I whispered in a hushed tone, pushing back on him so as not to fall over onto the bed. James kissed my neck softly once more and then brought his face around to mine. I was more balanced now and there was a slight pause in his advance. I then watched him move his lips toward my face, his eyes closed slowly, a gentle kiss began as his arms tried in vain to hold me close. The ice in our drinks rattling as he tried to steady our embrace. Our tongues flicked effortlessly in my mouth and I pulled his body closer. I could feel the tensions, the passion rising in both of us as he broke off the kiss and began kissing my neck again. "Wait..." I croaked with a little more force than before, "Please..." His kissing slowed on my neck, but that didn't stop the aching of the goose bumps I had all over my body. When he had stopped completely he just held me there as if I were a long lost teddy bear that he wouldn't ever let go of again. Was he all right? "James.." "Hmm..." he replied as if totally wrapped up in the moment. "I would feel a whole lot more comfortable if you would put those drinks down so we don't spill them all over the place." I tried to make it sound as light hearted as I could. He didn't release his hug on my immediately. Then as if he had been snapped out of some kind of trance his arms melted away from my body and he took a step back grudgingly, "Yeah, sorry about that. I, I ah, got caught in the moment." He turned away as if embarrassed and walked over to the dresser, placing the drinks down on flimsy paper coasters. He seemed to be staring at the drinks, "I'm sorry Rachel, it's, well," he chuckled nervously, "it's just I haven't been with anyone for a while and I feel like... I feel like we sort of connected and I..." His voice trailed of and he turned to face me, he seemed unsure of himself, vulnerable. I wasn't sure what to say, I mean how do you reply to something like that? I felt a little relieved that he too had sensed our 'connection', but now what? This was a very awkward moment. Was he apologizing for his behavior? "I'm fine, honestly. I feel very relaxed James and, and it's all because we're just relaxed together." I said sounding like a complete idiot. Fuck! I needed to recover from that, "I mean I won't deny there is some chemistry or something happening here..." He took the few steps that separated us and nervously I sat back down on the edge of the bed before he could grab me again. Why did I do that? James looked down at me and I reach out to pull him closer not making eye contact before doing that. I hugged him around the waist and laid my head against his stomach. His hand traced the side of my face slowly and then came to rest tenderly at the back of my neck. So much for a 'take it slow' kind of finish to the evening I smiled to myself. Then again I really did want more, I could feel that deep in the core that was Rachel - I was where I wanted to be. When James shifted slightly I released my hug and looked up at him. He took my head gently in is hands and bent down kissing me on the lips. It was tender, almost like he was looking to gain my trust or was he trying to judge how far I was willing to take this. I could sense he was kneeling before my lips parted and I opened my eyes. He stared into my eyes, his hands moved to the first button of my blouse. Slowly he undid the first button, I could barely breath. It felt like I was hypnotized, our eyes were locked on to one another, he undid the second, the