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All Rights Reserved - Rachel M. Moore (pen name). December 1, 1:42PM The day had started out fairly well, that is until Lisa had called to tell me Krystal had an appointment with Dr. Hansen, "Dr. Bill" as she liked to say probably because it sounded like Phil. The appointment was at 11:30 AM, which at the time of the call gave me no time to casually slide into the day. Gone was starting the day at a leisurely pace or reveling in my exploits from earlier this morning with Brad. I smiled thinking about Brad and flipped a few of the blouses on the stanchion by without even looking at them that closely. I could see Krystal across the isle holding up a skirt and trying to manage a few sweaters or whatever under her arm. I don't remember whose idea it was to come in here on the way home from Dr. Hansen's, but I was thankful the store wasn't all that crowded. Of course that didn't mean I didn't feel constricted or that the walls seemed to want to close in on me. At Dr. Hansen's, after Krystal was finished being examined, I was unceremoniously told I was next. It caught me off guard a little and all sorts of world ending thoughts went rushing through my mind. Of course it turned out to be nothing, but NOTHING about going to Dr. Hansen's really is comforting. I always dread every minute I was being poked and prodded like a lab rat. Dr. Hansen was a means to an end, so I had to just suck it up and endure those visits. The first shock for this unscheduled checkup was the weigh in. I had lost nearly six pounds since starting this journey 2 weeks ago. I almost laughed and thought the nurse should recheck the scale because my body certainly didn't feel like it was less a few pounds. My ass felt like it was bulbous and round. I swear any fat on my frame had collected at my hips, which stuck out more than I cared to mention. I was definitely more hippy - if that was a word - than I had been. Wait, I would say I was getting fat hips and women with fat hips weren't... AH! Stop the self-doubt! I didn't want to go down that road now. Beating myself up wasn't on the agenda - shopping was. Pay attention... Ya know, my ass does shake a bit and there was no mistaking the changes in muscle tone I may have had at one time. My body wasn't what it used to be. In fact I used to like my ass, but that's when it seemed to be firmer and toned. If anything I felt like I had gained twenty pounds of, of something! Blubber, water weight, whatever! Wait, am I really complaining about the softening of my frame? Damn! What am I complaining about? Am I fat? I shook my head absently trying to clear that thought. Was I just imagining these changes? Did these jeans all of a sudden feel tight? I looked around the store at the other women milling about racks of clothes and felt as if they could tell I shouldn't be here. No one paid any attention to me, but I felt funny. Was it warm in here? After the weigh in it was time for checking my blood pressure and the customary blood draw. Both took no time at all and the nurse said I was within the acceptable limits for my blood pressure. After that it was time to put on the stupid gown. Then the waiting game for Dr. Hansen began. Ten minutes into waiting and running all kinds of deathly scenarios about why he wanted to see me unexpectedly, I was sure my blood pressure reading had doubled. Not like I could do anything else but stress, right? I wanted to run, run out the examination room. Hell, there could be any number of reasons Dr. Hansen had wanted to see me. The 'What ifs?' ran through my mind over and over until I couldn't stand it and just shut my eyes. That didn't help because I wondered if my last blood work showed something out of the ordinary. Yeah, right! Like, 'We gotta lot of female shit floating around in here and not much male!' A woman walked slowly by me and seemed to be staring a little longer than was comfortable. I turned away to another rack of clothing, trying to shake off her gaze. Whose idea was it to go shopping after visiting Dr. Hansen's? I peeked over my shoulder at her, wondering what her problem was? Wait, why the heck am I in this store again? I turned and looked toward the entrance of the store as if I were under water and taking my next breath could only happen outside those doors. Something moved in my periphery and I turned quickly to see Krystal talking to the woman who had just walked past me. She worked for the store, her red vest with white blouse and black slacks were too uniform like for her not to be working here. They were smiling, but I wasn't hearing anything but a low humming in my ears. Where had the music gone? Wasn't there music playing in here? Can I make it to the door? I need to... "Well you look great. Things are on track and it's really up to you, but you certainly could go with another series of hormone injections like before if you wanted." I looked blankly at Krystal and the store clerk. What? Dr. Hansen was speaking to me and asking if I wanted to get those damn shots in my chest again? I felt my head shaking 'No', but couldn't figure out why I wasn't screaming at the top of my lungs, 'HELL NO! No more injections!' Why can't I breathe? I'm sweating? Movement, then the sound of muffled hangers sliding beside me brought me around. I turned quickly to see an over weight women shopping a rack of clothes ten times smaller than her frame. Why? You've got to be kidding? Excuse me? Why wasn't I speaking? She bumped into me and stared up at me. I sensed my mouth was open but I wasn't speaking. Did I want to speak? Breathe... I turned back to the rack of clothing in front of me and steadied myself against it. Breathe, just breathe. Nothing is wrong. You're fine, you... are fine. I was looking down at the floor, my tennis shoes so bright and white. Why wouldn't they be, I'd worn them once since purchasing them two weeks ago. I stared at the pink 'Swoosh' and felt dizzy... "Rachel?" "Yes..." and I have no idea how that response escaped my lips. "Is there something the wrong?" It was Krystal' voice and when I slowly looked up at her she had a distressed look on her face, like something was wrong. "Huh?" "You are ill..." It was a question? No she was stating that I looked sick? My heart began to race and I looked around the store. Was there something wrong with me and that's why Dr. Hansen wanted to see me unscheduled like that? The walls felt like they were closing in... Can I make it to the front doors of this store, this tomb? Air was outside those doors... "You better come with me..." a hand touched my arm gently and I turned to see the clerk watching, no staring at me. Oh crap! Was I under arrest or something? No, this can't be happening! "Please Rachel, you are not well to come and sit." What? Am I being arrested? I didn't take anything and I looked at my hands to see what I was holding. Two pairs of those pajama bottoms like Krystal had worn at the condo and my purse. "I didn't..." "It's OK, you're friend explained everything. Just come sit down for a second honey, you don't look so good." December 1, 1:59 PM "You are fine now?" I felt completely stupid. That was stupid with a capital 'S'. I had freaked out over nothing and my mind had gotten the better of me - again. Stress from the Dr. Hansen visit and stress from being in this store when all I really wanted was to be back at the condo. I nodded that I was OK. I'm so stupid! "Nothing to be embarrassed about, we've all had little episodes like this. I imagine for someone such as you it's a constant battle." If you only knew the half of it lady. I shook my head again as if agreeing with her. "More water?" the clerk held another bottle of water toward me. "No, I think I'm fine now, really." It took every ounce of concentration I had to keep my voice in check. She smiled, "I kind of had a feeling something about you was different. Couldn't put my finger on it right away, guess you've been doing this a while huh?" My mind finally caught up to processing what this woman, Sharon according to her name tag, had said just a second ago, 'I imagine for someone such as yourself it's a constant battle.' That means she knew. She knew! She knew I wasn't... I looked around the sitting area of the dressing rooms slowly. I felt like a caged animal stealthily looking for the exit so as to move unexpectedly to escape. Great! This wasn't happening, please say this wasn't happening. I tried to smile and caught Krystal's eyes - PLEASE say something like, 'We need to be going now...' When I hadn't answered she continued, "Well I'm impressed with you and your girlfriend. She was telling me about coming here from Brazil and..." "No, not really..." my voice trailed off and I looked toward Krystal for support again. Of course she still didn't pick up on it, probably a translation problem with American 'looks'! I couldn't believe I was sitting here discussing with a complete stranger any of this, any thing about me. How many others had figured out I wasn't what I appeared and either just didn't say anything or I just hadn't noticed their questioning gazes? I hate being out in the daylight! I... "Sorry?" I was a few sentences behind in answering her, "Yes, it's been difficult. Are we free to leave?" I'm sure the tone wasn't all that appreciative, but I didn't want to continue to play twenty questions with this woman. "Sure," she must not have picked up on my bitchy tone, "did you want to purchase these?" "No, think I'll just call it a day..." "Wouldn't be any trouble to ring this up for you, you could sit right here if that makes you feel any better." Why are you trying to so hard to be nice to me? I stared blankly at her and her smiling back at me only annoyed me for some reason. She checked the tags and said the total would be somewhere around twenty-five dollars with tax. Krystal was moving before I could speak and handed her a one hundred dollar bill and the few items she had. "Be right back," Sharon said with way too much cheer. When she was gone I looked toward the dressing rooms, all the doors were ajar, so no one else was within earshot. "We need to go..." I whispered. "If you are better it will be good if we go, no?" What? I shook my head and stood slowly, "Yes, we need to get out of here. I'm fine, just got a little freaked out." Krystal looked at me for a long moment, "It is nature." Oh God, I can't deal with this language barrier crap right now, "Yeah, let's just go." "I will retrieve the purchase if you go in the door." Before we could make it half way to the exit, Sharon was waving at us and approaching with a large bag containing our purchases. She handed the change over to Krystal, "Well you're pretty smooth Ms. Rachel, and I'll give you that. We see all sorts of folks in here that have some of us girls scratching our heads. You though, could have been in and out of here without an eyebrow being raised." Great, she knew my name! Oh, and her comment - what a fabulous confidence builder. I'm a crazy, but not as noticeable a one? I tried to smile back at her and looked toward the door. Nothing was working for me and I just wanted to breathe the air on the other side of the door. I took a step in the direction of the door. She continued when I hadn't replied, "You're lucky to have a girl friend who's so caring and supportive. You'll get to where you need to be dear by following this young ladies lead. Good luck to ya and don't hesitate coming back, I'd be happy to assist you." I thanked her, though it sounded hollow to me. Krystal did the same and had one or two more words with her as I wasted no time heading for the door. At the door it struck me, she thinks Krystal was in a different boat than I was in... What the hell! This day couldn't get any worse... December 1, 2:38 PM At the condo I wasted no time heading for my room and some solitude. Plopping down on the bed and gathering a few pillows across my stomach I finally felt relief. After a few minutes of starring at myself in the mirrors on the ceiling I got up and headed for the shower - maybe I could wash this day's start away? December 1, 3:37 PM All the shower had done for me was wash away the near hour it had taken me to get ready earlier this morning. As if I hadn't struggled enough today, nothing I was doing to my hair right now was making me feel any better about being me. After ten minutes with the curling iron I gave up and moved on to putting my makeup on. When I couldn't even get my eyeliner on without a struggle I basically took a step away from the sink and said aloud, "Screw it!" I dabbed and smoothed with an applicator pad one last time and decided I'd had enough. I quit! I QUIT!! I wanted to cry, but not until I broke something in two. I looked at the eyeliner pencil and snapped it in half. I tossed it as if breaking it in two was some huge conquest. It rattled the tiny trashcan in the corner, half of it inside the other half bounced and rolled behind the toilet. Great... I marched from the bathroom, towel tightly wrapped around my body just under my arms and noticed the bag from our purchases on the bed. Krystal must have left it while I was showering. I dumped the contents on the bed unceremoniously and picked up the pink plaid brushed fleece pajama bottoms, ripping the tag off in one mighty tug. I turned toward the dresser and pulled a pair of sheer pink panties from my drawer, sliding them up smooth silky legs. Then I shimmied the pajama bottoms on, dropped the towel and pulled one of Brad's t-shirts from his drawer. Done, I'm done, done, done!!! I checked myself in the mirror and didn't even give the tiny 'headlights' poking out from beneath Brad's shirt a second thought. I was out the door and into the living room on a mission. TV changer? Don't you hide from me too! Time for a nap... December1, 5:13 PM I awoke to the sound of two ringing phones. One was faint, but was the unmistakable ring tone from my cell phone. The other phone ringing was the condo's phone, which stopped after the first ring. Krystal must have answered it. After a couple seconds I could hear her talking in her room. In the distance my cell phone stopped ringing, so voice mail was handling that. I shifted on the couch and wondered how long I had been out. The evening news was on, so it had to be after 5:00 PM. I felt a crick in my neck and rubbed it absently. The volume was low on the TV and the images seemed surreal, as if I were a part of some movie or something. Was any of this really happening? My cell phone was ringing again and it hit me, probably my parents calling. Thank God I removed my voice mail greeting and replaced it with the systems default. That's all I needed was more questions and ones about the woman's voice on my voice mail greeting. Augh! I stood slowly and headed for the bedroom. Inside the door my purse was on it's side, the cell phone just barely peeking out. I picked it up and saw that it was indeed my parents calling. Probably my mom since the number was their house and my dad should still be at work. I had mixed feelings about answering the call... "Hello..." "Michael?" Crap! I felt my heart sink and a rush of anxiety threatened to choke my next words - it was my dad. I had to concentrate to speak as Rachel most of the time and now I was trying to revert back to my former self for my dad, "Hey, how's it going? Why aren't you at work?" I tried to clear my throat without coughing into the handset. "Long story, your mother rear ended a delivery truck in an intersection this afternoon. She's fine. We had her checked out and she's resting now. Complained of some stiffness in her neck, but I think she'll be fine." "Why didn't you call me sooner?" my voice a little panicked, but I relaxed thinking about how he said she was OK and that she'd be fine. "This was the first chance I got to call. Any chance you can come by tonight?" What? No, no, NO! I was worried about the pause and blurted out the first thing I could think of, "I'm working tonight and won't be off until late, maybe 1:00 AM. I wouldn't want to wake you guys..." Oh please, please accept that. "Yeah, that's a bit late. What about tomorrow? I gotta be at work in the afternoon for a couple meetings with clients. We're pitching that golf course plan to the Regency Group and I have to be there. Can you come by in the afternoon? You don't have to stay long, I'd just feel better if you could check in on her." Great! What am I supposed to say, 'No...'? Why can't one of my dozen or so aunts come by? What about my mom's bridge club women, Bunko ladies, hell anyone else but me?! Crap! I couldn't stall too long, "Yeah, I think I can stop by for a bit. Let me check my schedule tonight and I'll give you a call, OK?" That was a lie, there was no way in hell I was going over there, even dressed as... This is way to confusing! "Sure, that works. So, how's it going? Your mom says you're working for some casino doing high roller stuff?" "Yeah, more of a glorified concierge thing for rich folks." "Well, just be careful son and stay away from the illegal stuff. They'll sell you down the river to save their skins. Don't trust anyone but yourself and your gut." There was a bit of parental lecturing in his tone, but I half expected that since we hadn't talked in probably just over three weeks. "No worries, things are good." I stared at myself in the mirror and the voice not matching the person reflected there seemed very odd. Could he tell something was up? "OK then, well I gotta run. Do me a favor and call your mom tonight. I think she'd appreciate shooting the shit with her son." "Sure..." I wasn't sure what else to say and any nerves I'd felt from initially talking with him had pretty much melted away. "Ya know, I'm really OK dad. Things are going good and I'm, I'm good." Why I threw that out there I don't know. Did I feel like I had to convince him? Why wasn't I stressing? "I know, you're mom and I were just a little worried when you pulled up stakes at Global and disappeared without any warning. Think that's what spooked us son. You say things are great, we're going to support ya. Hey, I gotta go, think I'm burning something on the stove..." "OK, I'll talk to you later then. Tell mom I love her..." "Sure, but you tell her that later when you call - OK?" "Yeah, bye dad." "Love ya Michael..." The line went dead and I suddenly felt very lonely. I missed them both... Yeah, my parents weren't going to understand who I was or who I was becoming, and in that I guess I was alone when you boil it all down. Sure, Brad and the rest of them were there for me, but there for me in what capacity? They'd never be like my parents, would they? Could I build relations like that ever again? Did my parents really know me? How could they if I didn't let them in? Yeah, right I can see it now - at 8 years old telling them I wanted to be a girl. Augh! I tossed the phone on the bed and heard Krystal's bedroom door opening behind me. I turned and watched her walk toward the living room, look around and then she looked down the hall at me. She smiled and walked toward me. "How is it you feel now?" Broken English with a deep sexy accent, blonde hair, curves that would shame the majority of UNLV women, she was the complete package. I was in awe of her and I wanted desperately to be her. I was stressing again, "I'm better. Sorry about earlier I guess I got a little freaked out." "No, is never a problem. I will feel of this way you are and I want to go away. If I can not do this I feel," she was searching for a word and settled on, "sick." "Yeah, well I can't believe you'd ever feel like I do. You are so natural at this, I wonder if I can ever be like you..." Krystal stared at me for a moment and smiled, "We are not to compete for this way of living. I feel you are best at much I am not best for. You have many of things to teach for me. I can learn and you can learn of me also, yes?" There she goes again. Sticking out the olive branch and making me want to believe I can pull this off, she can help me, and that I can trust her. Augh! Why can't I hate this woman? I smiled and nodded that I agreed. That seemed to loosen her tongue and the broken English flowed. Some where in her first couple of sentences she made mention of going to the Grand Cayman's tonight. I protested, but she ended up talking me into going. We weren't going to be on the 'clock', my word not hers, just going to have some fun as two women doing the town. When I brought up my mid-day meltdown she smiled and went to her room. Returning with a prescription bottle saying, "This is pills I am taking for if I am nerves." I read the label, Xanex. I wondered what they were for and when I looked up at her she continued, "It is nothing of a medicine," she stopped angry that she couldn't explain it the way she wanted. "It will not make you mind," she shook her hands next to her head and I couldn't help but giggle a little. She smiled, "It is nothing and only is of, for nerve, no like this," and she shook her hands like there was something crazy going on about her head. How couldn't I laugh at that? And she joined in too... December 1, 8:38 PM The Grand Cayman's casino was, as you'd expect - crowded. The gamut ran from jeans wearing college kids to tux wearing aristocrat men of money. Of course for every man milling around there were just as many women. They of course had my full attention as we exited the elevator from the parking garage. What was I thinking - I couldn't compete here! They were the real-deal and I was an imposter waiting to be discovered. Krystal grabbed my arm when I stopped to consider my last thought and ushered me deeper into the throbbing mob of casino patrons, "Is many people here..." she said into my ear over the bells ringing and roar of voices. "Yeah..." I replied a little numb, but not gripped with to much panic. The Grand Cayman's being the newest hotel on the strip was a Mecca for 'party people' and it certainly didn't hurt business that along with their one thousand rooms, eight huge banquet rooms, and two-thousand slot machines, that they also had three of the most popular night clubs on the strip. Of course there were plenty of other things to draw in the crowds, but the nightclubs were the hot ticket right now and everyone wanted into them. I had only been in a couple of the rooms and one of the bars, so I just followed Krystal - who seemed to know where she wanted to go. You almost needed a map or GPS unit to help get you through the expanse that was this hotel. God help me if I needed to find a bathroom! Or got separated from her... As we walked I couldn't help but notice people occasionally stopping to staring at us, more than likely Krystal in her deep plunging near see- through flaming red silk blouse. Her tiny red lace demi-bra was barely able to contain her ample breasts. Implants I reminded myself with a little satisfaction. But honestly, the bra under the sheer fabric acted as a enhancer to the blouse rather than a necessary garment. She could make any clothing work or look spectacular - bra or not. She had paired the blouse with a wispy black mini-skirt, which showed off her tanned and toned legs. Add the black 4" heels and she looked like a model. Young, vibrant, tall, and good God - dripping with Latin sex appeal. Every man within 100 yards could probably sense her coming before she even approached. I didn't fully grasp how amazing she looked at the condo until she was amongst this crowd and how she 'worked' her assets. Confidence spewed from her like rays of sunlight. Wait, that's a complete exaggeration - but not really too far from the truth. In comparison I looked like the lowly step-sister-wanna-be. Being Caucasian with milky white skin I had no business even being seen in her shadow. I certainly was dressed more conservatively in a simple white silk blouse, a dark gray skirt Krystal insisted I wear, and a pair of her 3" heels made from Brazilian alligator skin. I wasn't comfortable about borrowing her clothes, but the white on gray with wide black belt at my waist looked so good. Throw in the gorgeous pair of shoes - how could I refuse her offer. I actually felt pretty good about my look, though I was definitely in a different league than Krystal. As a bonus, so far I wasn't feeling any uncontrollable anxiety attacks and all was going pretty good. All except I felt like I was trying to calculate every step in these shoes because I wasn't really that good in heels. Oh, and I was a couple inches shorter, four or five inches actually, than Krystal. Whatever! Krystal giggled and when I looked over at her she was waving to a group of young men at a black jack table. I turned away quickly, "What are you doing?" I croaked through clenched teeth and a fake smile. I hoped she didn't know them or thought it would be fun to drag me over to meet them. "I do nothing. They wave and I smile. You are beautiful with your smile, smile..." and she nudged me with her elbow playfully. I couldn't help but look toward the floor and smile - what's wrong with me? This isn't so bad is it? Relax what's the worst that can happen? When I looked up again we were approaching a line of people waiting to get into the George Town nightclub. We'd just ran into the worst thing that could happen... No, NO! I'm not waiting in line for a couple of hours with all these people and Krystal being, being a magnet for men! I reached for her arm, "I... I really don't want to wait out here for hours." My voice sounding as if it was pleading. Wait, I was pleading would she catch that? "You would want to go to Cayman Brac or Grand Cayman then?" No! I don't want to go to either of those clubs either! Can't we just go to one of the bars I thought, "No, that's not it. I just don't want to wait out here." My eyes locked on hers and I'm sure I looked pathetic, but waiting here or at either of the other bars just wasn't going to happen. She had a puzzled look on her face, "We are not for waiting. We must dance in la discoth?que!" She was all smiles now, and took my hand leading me past the line of people waiting to get in. There were at least 100 people and we were walking towards the front of the line. I tried to pull away gently, but that made Krystal smile all the more. I did not want to get to the front of this line to get rejected. What, was she going to do slip the bouncer a few bucks to let us in? That crap didn't work any time I ever tried it as my former self. Wait, how many times did I ever do that? Once maybe... When we approached the bouncer he gave us a smile, "Evening ladies, about an hour wait." Krystal pulled a card from her clutch and handed it to the bouncer. He didn't seem too impressed, but did smile politely before picking up the house phone. When I got Krystal's attention I tried to asked her what that was all about, but before she could answer the bouncer spoke, "We have your table ready Ms. Kane, right this way." December 1, 8:55 PM The music was deafening but good and ranged from salsa to base thumping rap. The dance floor was packed and every inch around the floor was three or four deep waiting to get out there and get their groovy on. By the time you made it to the dance floor the song you wanted to dance too was half over. The atmosphere said, 'This is the place to be seen.' There were at least 600 people in this club, 700 wouldn't have been an exaggeration. When I could get close enough to Krystal's ear to ask how we got in she smile back and lipped 'Brad', I think. We were seated in a balcony area that was much less crowded, but took probably five minutes to get to due to the crowd. Drinks were ordered and we were left to scanning the scene below us because talking would be impossible over the music. I can't believe I'm here. I felt a little uneasy about my appearance, but Krystal's constant smiles and giggles some how kept my demon's in check. Maybe it was that Xanex she'd given me? Whatever it was I was kind of glad to be here. I slide the cold vase like glass closer and wrapped my lips around the colored straw to suck down a sip of my Cayman Zip Line and could taste all the sweet fruity tropics this drink offered. It went down easy and before I knew it I'd emptied about half my drink. Krystal's glass was about the same, so she must have liked this concoction of rum's as much as I did. I watched her swaying to the beat of some song I didn't recognize and smiled at her when she realized I was staring at her. "We must go to bailar!" she shouted. I had no idea what she just said and just smiled back at her, "Sure, I know it's blaring eh?" With that she stood slipped out of the booth we were in, extending her hand with a huge smile. Huh? No, no, no! I shook my head, but she took my hand as was pulling me out of the booth giggling the whole time. "We are for salsa!" she shouted next to my ear and down the stairs and through the crowd we went. I tried to protest, but she twice held a finger to my lips. As we reached the outer ring of the crowd surrounding the dance floor she pulled me close and then said something in the ear of a cute guy laughing it up with his buddy. When they turned toward me I wanted to melt, run away as fast in my alligator heels could take me away from here. Hell run into a swamp! "Let's go ladies..." the taller one said tipping his black cowboy hat before snaking his arm around my waist and then switching it up to holding my hips as he steered me toward the dance floor. I tried to protest, but by the time I caught Krystal's attention all four of us were on the dance floor. Bodies pressed in all around us and I tried to look like I was enjoying myself - which I wasn't. I smiled politely and wished I'd polished off that drink, then maybe some of my apprehensions about all of this would have dulled some. For God sake, I was actually on a dance floor! December 1, 10:02 PM My feet were killing and I'm sure I was sweating way more than acceptable, but it was Krystal that headed off the dance floor first. She held her guys hand and lead him off toward our booth. My dance partner looked like he'd had enough also put his hand out for me to take smiling relief I think. I took his hand and felt a surge that made my stomach flutter. He looked into my eyes and smiled, "Casey!" I had to think about speaking, but with as loud as the music was I could have answered in a baritone voice and Casey wouldn't have known any difference, "Rachel!" I had no idea what I sounded like and I felt a little self-conscience about every move I made all of a sudden. Kind of late for that now - worrying about what I sound like or my appearance seeing how we'd just spent the last thirty minutes gyrating our bodies against one another. This was totally insane! I can't believe I'm here! As Casey led me from the dance floor I had to smile thinking how my dance style was like that of a chained elephant, rather than anything smooth, silky, and sexy like Krystal. Yet Casey seemed to have enjoyed himself. It was really interesting when he pulled me close and would grind against my hips or my ass from behind. He certainly wasn't shy and regardless of how crazy all this was I was really kind of enjoying myself. Casey wore a western style shirt, tight blue jeans with a huge silver buckle, and cowboy boots - with his sexy black Stetson and better than six-foot frame, it wasn't a stretch to say he was rather sexy. He probably looked out of place with his cowboy dress, but his body had no problems with the beat and he moved quite well. While he was certainly taller than I was and ours bodies just seemed to fit when he hugged me from behind and moved us around the dance floor. When we'd gotten through the crowd around the dance floor, Casey looked around for his buddy and when he didn't see them turned to me, "You have a table?" I nodded and pointed toward the stairs where Krystal and his friend were making their way to our booth. He spotted them and started in that direction still holding my hand. Once at the table and we were all sitting, and the introductions were official, Tim - Casey's friend, ordered a round of drinks for us. Then there were blank stares, polite smiles, and awkward glances between the boys and girls. Tim spoke first, "You ladies VIP's eh?" "It is who we know that is make for us important seats." I smiled at Krystal's explanation politely and wanted to jump in to explain that she was from Brazil and that her English wasn't all that great but she beat me to that. She rattled on a bit playfully about being in America, her Brazilian home, travels, and miscellanies. All the while the two boys seemed to lap it up, hanging on her every misspoken broken English word. How she could roll them around the palm of her hand so masterfully was incredible and appeared to be so effortless. Of course looking as she did was the foremost ingredient to her success. I was lucky if Tim would even acknowledge I was at the table. Tim did most of the talking after Krystal asked them what they were doing in Vegas. They were in town on the rodeo circuit - which certainly explained their dress. Tim was a bull rider and Casey wrestled steers. They both wore oversized silver belt buckles from some competition or championship - I'd like to have heard more about that, but the music was just too loud. They both mentioned "Bullnaza" a few time like we knew whatever that was. When the cocktail waitress arrived with our drinks Tim ordering another round while paying for the round she had just delivered. I shook my head and tried to smile, but it was half hearted. "Don't worry, Tim will finish that one off before she makes it back and I'll be sliding mine over to him before he starts drinking your girlfriends." Casey whispered in my ear with a smile. I could feel the heat of his breath on my neck and goose bumps rose down my arms. His breath smelled sweet, fresh from sipping the drink before him. His eyes an intense blue and deep - there was a lot more going on behind those eyes than some guy out to score a night with a pretty lady. It was weird I felt so relaxed around Casey - Tim looked a bit to fast for me, so I'm glad with the way we'd paired up. Must be his age, he had to be a few years older than Tim. I was sure of one thing - he was far more handsome than Tim. I smiled back at him glad that he had said something to reassure me that getting us drunk wasn't on the agenda for the evening. "I have to ride tomorrow, so I doubt I'll even finish this..." he held it up and tipped it my way slightly, then took another sip of the mixed drink. I couldn't help but stare at him and wonder what was going on behind those eyes. "I need to get up early for work in the morning..." I said, but not loud enough for him to hear. I leaned toward him and repeated myself but in my nervousness left out half of what I had originally said. Casey slid out of the booth and extended his hand and a confused look took over my face, "No, no, I don't need to go anywhere now! I need to work tomorrow." I tried to smile and felt my face turn at least three or four good shades of red. He smiled and sat back down, but then Tim was getting up and Krystal was pulling on my arm to follow her out the other side of the booth. "We must fresh for now..." she said loud enough for Tim to understand, but Casey who had stood because we were getting up looked lost. I mouthed, "Bathroom..." He nodded and smiled, "Good idea..." and fell in behind us. I felt his hand at the small of my back and when the crowd was just too thick for us to get through he took the lead and made a path for us. December 1, 10:41 PM As I exited the bathroom I wondered if I would ever get used to the scene inside there. Women primped, bitched, and belittled other women who had just exited the bathroom - I can only imagine what they were saying about me right now. Krystal was nowhere to be seen when I exited. I looked down the crowed hall toward the main part of the club and not seeing her panicked a little. She had been in the stall next to me and left just before I did. Did she think I had already returned to the booth? Damn it! I took a step and felt a hand on my shoulder, "Hey you wanna dance?" I turned to see a blond haired man in his late twenties trying to steady himself on my shoulder. He was smiling a perfect white-toothed smile and asked again if I wanted to dance. When his other hand reached toward me I stepped back into someone as his grasp loosened and he staggered to his left. I spun quickly to apologize and saw it was Casey. "Oh, I'm sorry, he wants to..." "Hey cowboy man is this your lady?" Casey guided me to his side and turned to the man, "She's with me buddy, sorry..." It didn't take the blonde long to size up his odds against Casey, he turned and muttered something that sounded like, "Nice hat..." before he went after his next victim exiting the ladies room. "This place is to crazy, let's get out of here." Casey said with his hand outstretched. I nodded and took his hand and we made our way through the club to the exit. December 1, 10:52 PM "My ears are still ringing" Casey said with a smile. We'd left the club and walked past the crowd waiting to get into the club. It had grown since we had entered, so I can only imagine how crazy it was going to be around here in another hour or so. We passed the gaming area and came to the main bar just outside the entrance, "Care for something to drink?" "No Thanks. I should probably find Krystal and be heading home." It sounded pretty lame, but I just didn't trust myself with any more alcohol in me. I mean I felt a little buzzed, but it wouldn't take much more and I don't know if I could keep up this act. Right, act! Damn it! This is who I am when will... "Well, I don't think Tim is going to let your friend escape from the dance floor that easy. The guy gets a little jiggy with a few drinks in him. Want to play a few games?" he smiled looking back toward the blackjack tables. He was trying really hard to keep me interested and entertained, but I just wasn't feeling all that confident. I made a face that said, "No". "Yeah, I'm a crappy gambler," he paused and took a step closer, "Would you care to go up to my room?" After my heart started beating again and color returned to my face I smiled back at him with a raised eyebrow. "We don't have to do anything," he stammered. I didn't know what to say and blurted out, "It's really not a good 'time' for me right now." I held my breath hoping he would get the meaning of that and if not I was going to just drop 'I'm on my period you dummy!' Casey shift uncomfortably, "I'm not like that, really. I just didn't want you to leave so soon." I looked at him and what I was reading was he really wasn't 'another notch on his belt' kind of guy. I leaned into him and looked up into is blue eyes. He stared back at me for a second before moving his lips toward mine and gently kissing me. I felt his arms wrap around me and his lips pressed firmly against mine, his tongue searching for my willingness to give back. I closed my eyes and felt my whole body shudder as a hand slowly pulled on my ass to close the gap. It was electric and fireworks and over before I wanted it to be. He was smiling at me when I finally opened my eyes, "They have a tropical garden outside, let's go for a walk then?" I was still reeling from his kiss and pulled back a little, "Outside?" "Yeah, probably too cold out there. How about the atrium?" What am I doing? I wanted to run, but I wanted to fall into his arms again and feel his desire for me sweep me away. I needed to speak, to say something... "Look, no pressure, I'm not like other guys and I can tell you're not like other women. Let's just sit back and enjoy the moment, don't leave just yet, OK?" His voice was near pleading and I was wanting, but he was so right about me not being like other women. He'd probably rip me in two if he knew or suspected I wasn't what I appeared to be - especially after we had just kissed. Men, cowboys probably more so, weren't into male on male encounters, Broke Back Mountain be damned. "OK..." I said just above a whisper. December 1, 11:13 PM We were walking down a wide and long corridor toward the atrium and Casey stopped at one of the doors to a banquet room, "This is where we're having breakfast tomorrow morning at eight-AM if you'd care to come back and join me in the morning." At least he didn't make some crack about the two of us having breakfast together after spending the night intertwined from hot passionate sex! Which I wouldn't mind after getting to know him better, but I doubted he would be too pleased with what lay beneath my skirt. He opened the door to the banquet room and we walked inside. It was completely set up, white table clothes, silverware, china, and a buffet line in the two corners of the room. There were at least seventy-five tables, maybe more but it was a little too dark to see clearly to the other side of the room as the only light was coming from an open service entrance to the left, behind the buffet line. The door clicked closed behind us and I turned toward Casey, "What time do you bull wrestle tomorrow?" Struggling to say something so it didn't look like the door closing startled me. He laughed and said he was on after ten-AM. He also explained it was 'steer wrestling' and had nothing to do with bulls. I giggled and though a little embarrassed it was a nice tension relief. We stood and stared at each other a moment and he pulled my hand to his lips, "I would really like to get to know you better. Would you have dinner with me tomorrow night?" I didn't know what to say and just nodded. Casey pulled me close and without hesitation kissed me as if rewarding me for accepting his offer. He hands moved over my ass and I could feel his cock bulging through his tight jeans. This was not going to end well if I didn't take control. When he had both hands firmly gripping my ass I felt myself being lifted up and I spread my legs to wrap them around his waist. He moved my body up and onto him with so little effort I just kind of froze. My skirt was hiked way up and I could feel something cold rub against my gaffed little boys clit. "Wait," I whispered. "I'm sorry, I can't help myself." "Your buckle is hurting me, hurt..." and he realized I was sitting right on it and gently put me back down. I straightened my blouse and skirt as best I could and fought for a way, an idea, of how to turn this situation around. When his fingers traced the straps on my bra I acted, pushing him backwards gently until he was standing with his back against the wall. I looked up at him and whispered, "This is that time of the month for me, but that doesn't mean we can't take care of this..." I rubbed my hand over his crotch and felt his body stiffen. I fumbled with his buckle and when that was undone, easily undid the button on his jeans and slowly undid his fly. I looked up into his eyes, "You seem pretty excited, this all for me?" I snaked my hand around a very large and warm cock just as I had finished speaking in a soft sultry voice. He shifted side to side once as I played with the head of his cock in my palm. With my other hand I pulled out his shirt and without hesitation Casey pushed his jeans off over his hips. They dropped down to his boots as I snaked my free hand around the elastic of his Jockeys. "I feel a little wet here," letting my finger nail brush against the tip of his cock. "What do you think we should do about that?" There was no answer, he had his eyes closed and looked like he was trying hard not to lose it. I tugged his Jockeys down and when the fell to the top of his jeans quickly took his large ball sacks in my other hand and kneaded them lovingly. He moved his hips forward ever so slightly when my hand moved down the shaft of his cock. When my hand moved up his shaft I would give his balls the tiniest of tugs. I repeated this a few times and when he let out his first moan I knew he was mine. I lowered my lips to the head of his cock, looking one last time up at his face and the brown hair that showed just a little bit of gray. His eyes were closed, but I wanted him to watch me taking him in my mouth. I wanted him to see the power I had over him. "Casey," I whispered. He opened his eyes and when it was clear he knew I was in control I lowered my lips to the head of his cock. He stiffened almost violently and a gasp escaped his lips. I could taste his precum, silky and warm. I licked and traced the edges of his engorged head, flicking my tongue over the tip of his cock. His hips moved toward my face as if he was trying to guide his cock into my mouth, but he couldn't find my lips. His cock slide over my cheek and I lapped the base of his cock, moving down to suck his balls firmly held in my left hands grip. He moaned again and I felt his hand steady himself against my shoulder, then it made it's way to my cheek. I stopped and pulled away, "What do you want Casey?" I whispered. There was heavy breathing, but no reply. I felt his hand move to the top of my head and I released his balls to get it off of my head. He took my hand, but I had other ideas and guided his hand to his cock. "Hold this and don't let go until I tell you..." I lowered myself to my knees as he did what I asked. I then leaned in close, licking the head of his now raging hard-on and blew a warm breath over it. His hand moved forward on his cock slightly and guided it toward my lips, but I would not let him enter. I pushed his hips back so he was against the wall again and took the entire head of his cock into my mouth. He groaned louder than I expected and I could feel him surge forward. I had played with him long enough and I was hungry for his cock. I let him push into my warm mouth until my lips met his hand. Out he pulled slowly, then in until my lips kissed his fingers. Casey stopped and I could feel his legs shudder ever so slightly - I thrust my mouth down on to him and pulled back quickly, his cock pitched between my tight lips smacking loudly as I pulled away. Again down his shaft and he let his breath wheeze through clenched teeth. Slowly down, quickly up. My tongue danced over his shaft, flicking at the head and gliding over throbbing veins. Twice more and it was too much for him to handle. He released his cock and with both hands firmly held my face. He thrust into my mouth slowly, further, further down until I couldn't help but gag slightly, then he would pull away. Again, pushing into my mouth and down my throat until I began to gag and out he slid. It was as if he were measuring my ability to take all of him. I wasn't panicking yet, but knew to take all of him I would surely need to relax. I felt his grip tighten and he began to gyrate into my mouth. His shaft slid over my moist lips quickly and to steady myself I grabbed onto his balls and place a hand on his hip. Thrust, moan and I was moaning also. And in an instant there was warmth in my throat and all movement stopped. Every muscle in his body was on edge and I could feel that even the slightest move would send him over the edge. If he could rest for just a moment I knew he would regain his composure. "Wait..." he said softly. I didn't move, but the cum in my mouth began to slip toward the back of my throat and I tried to tighten my throat against swallowing. A pulsing of his cock, followed by a thrust so deep into my throat it was painful and I was struggling to pull away from him. He held me fast while I gagged violently from his cum being forced down my throat. I swallowed quickly against the pain, the pressure, again, and again, and yet couldn't keep up with the spurting, dribbling, sticky warmth shooting from his cock. I opened my mouth as wide as I could and felt my jaw pop as choking sounds gurgled from my mouth and cum dripped down my chin. Casey slid his cock away and then forward again trying to wrench every ounce within him out, every sensation of pleasure he could. I wanted to breath, to taste something other than his spunk in my mouth. It coated my throat, warm and sticky, thick and pungent. And before I could completely take a full breath he had stopped. His cock waning, giving way to ecstasy and becoming like putty in my hand. He pulled himself from my mouth and sighed, lifting my face with his hand so as to look into my eyes. "Where the hell did that come from?" he said with a smile and a good deal of sweat on his brow... If he only knew! XOXO Rachel