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VEGAS HEAT (Part I)
(I'm Baaack! - Another Twisted Tale of Poetic Justice)
By Jennifer Miller
SPECIAL THANKS:
It's hard to believe that it's been nearly 20 years since I last
published a story, yet despite my apparent disappearance, I was never
truly gone and enjoyed coming back home to Fictionmania frequently to
see what the many talented authors of today had been up to. Like all of
you, I of course love a good story, but over the years I've watched as
our genre has branched out from the confines of black & white text, to a
wonderfully illustrated world of comics, artwork, and so much more.
Some time ago, I fell in love with another author's work (also published
here at Fictionmania) and have watched from afar as she ascended to
become one of today's biggest stars of 3D/TG Comics and Storytelling. Of
course, I'm speaking of the remarkably talented and effervescent
KaraComet (aka Tseudo Nimm), who in and of herself, is simply 'The
Greatest Show' (*queues Soundtrack). After having the pleasure of
getting to know her and being totally floored that she was also a fan of
mine, she inspired me to dust off the cobwebs and try my hand at writing
once again. As if that wasn't enough of a challenge, we decided to take
it one step further and become true partners in crime. We came up with
something incredibly unique and fun by co-collaborating... a double
release of a written story, AND an incredible sister comic reimagined by
Kara (available on her Patreon Page). So, if you're not already familiar
with Patreon, or Kara's work for that matter, I urge you to treat
yourself and look her up... I promise you won't be disappointed :) She's
truly amazing!!
And now without further ado... dim the lights, slip into some sexy
panties, get comfy, and kick up your feet, cuz it's time to go for a
RIDE...
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Part I Prologue:
"PIMP MY RIDE"
Somewhere - Las Vegas, NV
10:17 PM / Saturday, July 6
In a dark and distant corner of an otherwise well-lit parking garage,
where the stagnant air and oppressive desert heat lingered far into the
night, a tricked-out black Escalade rocked furiously back-and-forth as
muffled moans of pleasure intermittently rose above the white noise and
constant din of the nearby Vegas Strip. It was there, barely visible
through foggy tinted windows, that a pair of silhouettes danced in and
out of focus. Suddenly, a disheveled mass of long black hair flung
itself against one of the windows accompanied by a loud dull "THUD." For
any spectator it would have been keenly obvious as to what was happening
inside, but on this particular night, whether it be by chance or by
fate, there were seemingly no witnesses... except for one.
Lurking in the stillness of the nearby shadows, stood a solitary hooded
figure gazing at the commotion with a keen sense of interest. Happily,
almost gleefully, the figure seemed to smirk... retreating deeper into
the gloom as a pair of narrowed eyes began to sparkle, then glow
supernaturally.
Inside the vehicle, a stunning young girl with centerfold proportions
dressed only in a flimsy G-string, was pressed firmly against the rear
seat. Straddling her curvaceous body, a well-muscled and distinctly
wealthy looking man was thrusting his immense cock into her eager wet
mouth. As she sloppily devoured his shaft to the hilt, she used her
right hand to furiously finger her drenched pussy, and her left in a
hopeless attempt to steady the uncontrollable bouncing of her oversized
and spit-covered tits... tits that were so perfect in every way, that
they looked as though they'd been wished into existence by some horny
teenaged boy.
It was only a minute or two that they were engaged in this position
before she lost control and began to cum. Her devilishly wicked face
locking eyes with his... her glossy red lips tightening around his
throbbing dick.
"MMMPF... GGGURC," she gaged as her orgasm hit. Her attempt at words
stifled as she deepthroated his cock with widened eyes in anticipation
of her prize that was inescapably coming next.
Within seconds the sights, sounds, and sensations were simply too much
for the man to hold back any longer. In what could only be described as
an explosion, his balls quivered, slapped against her chin, and a
massive stream of hot sticky cum filled her throat... its force erupting
from her mouth so violently that it blasted across her face, her hair,
the nearby seat, and finally splattering the adjacent window.
Drained of all energy, his orgasm seemed to subside as quickly as it
came, his hardon softening slightly in her mouth. As she continued to
suck him off, he slowly backed his body away from her face and watched
as his sticky cock slid out of her salivating mouth with a decided
"POP"... then a "SLAP," as its weight fell to her chest causing a final
burst of cum to spurt across her neck. As he looked down into her eyes,
she was still reveling in the waves of her second earthshaking orgasm...
three of her fingers driven deep between her open legs... her tongue
lazily licking her cum-covered lips in ecstasy.
"AAAH," she sighed with a tone of complete satisfaction... her body
going limp afterwards and collapsing on top of the cool leather in
sweaty sticky heap.
Lying motionless to catch her breath, her gaze lazily happened across
her refection in the rearview mirror. She stared intently at it,
entranced by something of interest as a vapid expression washed across
her otherwise beautiful features. Then with a sudden blink of her eyes
and a momentary shiver, her attention wandered as she nonchalantly went
about wiping off her cum-covered face with her companion's shirt, then
began to look for her discarded dress and the remnants of her tattered
panties which had both fallen somewhere on the floor.
Shortly thereafter, once the afterglow had subsided, two figures emerged
from the rear door looking rather disheveled before going through the
motions of straightening up to some extent, and hurriedly giving each
other a wistful kiss goodbye.
As the vehicle pulled away with a powerful "SCREECH" of its tires, the
girl gave a final wave, pulled down the hem of her short dress, and
pivoted swiftly on her stiletto heels to commence with her sentenced
'walk of shame' back to her room.
"That was so... humiliating! I... I need to get out of here..." she spat
disgustedly, her voice becoming more irritable with each and every word.
The "CLICK-CLICK, CLICK-CLICK," of her high heels echoed through the
cavernous parking deck as she made her way toward a nearby elevator...
her bitter stare leering toward the darkness at the cloaked figure.
"You... how could you do this to me?"
Chapter 1 - Two Days Earlier:
"WELCOME TO FABULOUS LAS VEGAS"
Interstate 15 - North of Primm, NV
9:42 PM / Thursday, July 4
"Almost there..." sighed a near exhausted man grabbing the steering
wheel tightly while squinting to reduce the glare from the headlights of
an oncoming eighteen-wheeler. Fighting to stay alert, he took the last
tepid swigs of a stale Red Bull and began scanning radio stations for an
upbeat song that he could blare.
Yeah, it'd been one hell of a long day for Andre (Dre) Barker... a
handsome and rugged Ex-Pro Football Player turned Corporate Executive
who not only looked like he'd stepped from the pages of a GQ magazine,
but had the bank account to back up his image and self-indulgent
lifestyle. Still wearing his Armani suit (albeit looking a bit ruffled
at this hour), he reached up to further loosen his brightly colored
tie... trying to get more comfortable after working all day and enduring
the endless boredom that came along with the tedious drive from Los
Angeles to Las Vegas.
The nearly five hour drive was nothing new however... he'd done it
countless times before to party with a couple of his old college buddies
who also played football with him at Cal. Jake and Dylan had always been
great at putting together these weekends and booking the
'entertainment', but it was Dre who always paid the freight being the
most successful of the three. Nonetheless, he was fine with their
arrangement... getting away with the guys for some gambling, drinking,
and hook-ups with hot chicks was always at the top of his list, not to
mention a HELLAVALOT of fun! There was only one catch... Dre was married
to a beautiful and devoted wife named Angela back in LA, while his
friends were both single and still playing the field. Dre though didn't
seem to think of it as an obstacle, nor did Jake and Dylan for that
matter. After all, rich, powerful, and good-looking athletes like Dre
didn't have to play by the rules, only bring home a big fat paycheck to
keep their trophy wives satisfied and putting out.
Dre's enthusiasm for these recurrent Vegas getaways all started a few
years back on a similar trip when he hired this one incredibly stunning
and exotic escort. Her name was Sabrina, and not only did he become
infatuated with her from their very first night together, but addicted
to her as well... a dark obsession that he just couldn't shake, even if
he'd wanted to. One could have easily thought that his attraction to her
both began and ended with her gravity-defying rack and supermodel looks,
but what made her well worth the price tag of several grand per night,
was that her IQ fell far short of her vital statistics. Truth be told,
between his wife and nearly every woman at his office, Dre was sick and
tired of being surrounded by a bunch of feminists and #METOO loving
bitches who seemed intent on continually fueling society's unrelenting
war against masculinity. So, if he was going to sneak away for a weekend
of cheating behind his wife's back, it was damn well going to be with a
girl that was 180 degrees opposite of THAT... it was going to be with a
mindless bimbo who just wanted to fuck!
With a "YAWN," Dre straightened up a bit, stretching to relieve the
pressure on his sore back... his seatbelt digging uncomfortably into his
shoulder. Then uttering a few four-letter words under his breath, he
aggressively cracked open his last energy drink, eagerly took a few
gulps, and slapped his face a couple times hoping to snap out of his
daze. Sitting in one position for so long was already bad enough, but
being pissed off for having to work on July 4th, not to mention getting
the weekend off to a late start, made the monotonous drive all the
worse.
"That fucking little shit Brett..." he griped. "I could have been there
hours ago if it weren't for him. I swear he came into the office today
on purpose... knowing that I'd be forced to show up too."
Dre rolled down the window and in anger, threw his nearly full Red Bull
at a giant cactus perched on the far side of the road. Never coming
close to hitting its mark, it skipped erratically across the pavement
and came to rest pathetically two lanes over before exploding with a
loud 'BANG' after being runover by an exceptionally large bus.
Brett Ford had been a thorn in Dre's side for nearly a year now. A USC
grad with an MBA and a ton of ambition, Brett possessed a certain way
with people... he was 'likeable' and used his natural charm and chiseled
good looks to his advantage with ease. Armed with mad 'skillz,' he
easily hid his overt dislike for Dre... a dislike born in the notoriety
and self-entitlement that Dre always carried himself with as an ex-
athlete, and that he parlayed into getting promoted to Executive VP... a
position that in truth, should have gone to someone more qualified. Dre
though saw right through him... knowing that Brett wasn't just trying to
excel at his own job like anyone else, but that he had his sights set
firmly on taking HIS. One thing was for sure though... with a job that
paid him nearly seven-figures, there was no way that Dre was going to
give up without a fight. For the last few months he'd been planting
small seeds of misinformation, shredding certain important documents,
taking credit for work that he knew Brett had laid the groundwork for...
whatever it took. Andre Barker would be damned if he'd be outhustled or
outsmarted... especially by some ladder-climbing asshole that wasn't
half the man that he was!
Several miles later of open road and a lot of self-complaining didn't do
much to get Brett out of Dre's head or help keep him awake, but as he
rounded a tight corner and looked at the distant horizon, the glowing
neon-red aura of the Vegas skyline brightened his mood considerably, and
gave him a renewed burst of energy knowing that he was nearly there.
"Finally..." he started, as the "RING" of an incoming call drew his
attention.
Bathed in the pale illumination of his iPhone's screen, Dre glanced down
eagerly to see Sabrina's name displayed.
"Game on," he smiled, quickly clearing his throat before answering. "Hey
beautiful, how's my favorite girl doing? You've been on my mind all
day."
A lyrical and feminine voice with a distinctively sexy Portuguese accent
responded enthusiastically.
"Hi baby! Oh my God, I'm sooo excited that you're coming to town for a
visit. I couldn't believe it when I got your text earlier this week!"
gushed a cheerful Sabrina.
"That's music to my ears... I am too."
"You know how much I miss you when I don't see you for so long," she
flirted, her voice carrying a slight pouty tone. "I mean how many girls
are as lucky as I am to have such a BIG, tall, and handsome athlete like
you to play with?"
Dre laughed along at her obvious play on words, but appreciated the
erotic overtones of her effort nonetheless.
"So, how about I pick you up at your place tomorrow night at say seven?"
he suggested. "We can go out to dinner wherever you like... you name it,
the sky's the limit."
"Ohhh I'll have to think of somewhere yummy... MHMMM," she moaned,
drawing out the sound for effect.
"You do that, and don't forget to wear something smokin' hot for
'desert' afterwards."
"I've got just the dress in mind," Sabrina said. "and I promise you
won't be disappointed."
"I'm sure I won't, you could NEVER disappoint me..." he reassured her.
"I'll see you tomorrow love. I can't wait," she said happily.
"Ditto, I'll see you then. Have a good night babe."
"Nite nite sweetie," Sabrina said wantonly, before making a puckered
"KISSY" sound with her lips. "Welcome to Fabulous Las Vegas."
Dre hung up and began to smirk as he thought about what tomorrow's
'date' had in store for him... he felt his cock harden at the mere
thought, making it quickly uncomfortable to sit. As images of him
fucking Sabrina senseless filled his mind, he nearly felt bad for Angela
back in LA, but he quickly dismissed the thought convincing himself that
he'd never promised her anything more than an expensive Beverly Hills
home and an unlimited array of credit cards to take shopping on Rodeo
Drive. It was true that Angela was everything that most guys would ever
want... young, blonde, and beautiful with a pair of big tits, but she
wasn't the sharpest pencil in the drawer by a long shot. Even she had to
know that a guy like Andre Barker had too much going for him to let
himself be truly tied down to anyone... and if she couldn't see that,
then she was dumber and a hell of a lot more naive than he'd ever
imagined.
After a bit more self-rationalization to clear his conscience of any
wrongdoing, Dre closed the book on the matter and simply moved on. Then
with a sudden sense of excitement, and a smile on his face, he abruptly
pressed the accelerator to the floor... lurching his vintage '59
Corvette forward down final stretch of roadway which was all that stood
between him and an incredible weekend!!
Chapter 2:
"FIVE FOOT TWO, EYES OF BLUE"
Caesar's Palace - Las Vegas, NV
10:35 PM / Thursday, July 4
Within the hour, Dre had arrived in Sin City and pulled his Vette up to
the valet area beneath the expansive cantilevered canopy of Caesar's
Palace. After turning off the engine, he opened the heavy door and
stepped out into the bright lights and oppressive heat that radiated off
the pavement. He glanced down at his watch and was amazed that it could
still be so hot at this time of night. Dismissing the thought, it had
been a tiring drive and he was just happy to be standing for the first
time in several hours. He unconsciously arched backward to stretch a bit
while suppressing a yawn, then out of the corner of his eye, saw a valet
attendant quickly making his way toward him.
"Checking in sir?" asked the man in a cheerful and welcoming tone.
"Yes," said Dre, a bit drudgingly. "Glad to be here..."
"Any bags that we can help you with?" asked the attendant.
"Just one. But I can manage it thanks," said Dre, while reaching into
his wallet to tip the man. "Here ya go..."
"Thank you," nodded the man with a smile, trading Dre the vehicle's
claim ticket for a twenty-dollar bill. "Have a pleasant stay sir and
welcome to Caesar's."
"I DEFINITELY will... thanks," said Dre, calling back over his shoulder
as he made his way toward the lobby with a grin on his face and his bag
in hand.
Inside the hotel's lobby, which seemed busier than one would usually
expect for this time of night, decadence was in full display. Best
described, it was simply too much of a good thing, but nevertheless
quintessential 'Vegas'. Dre had always enjoyed the grandeur of it all...
the spectacle. It was a far cry from his own contemporary tastes, but
somehow it seemed to perfectly compliment the over-the-top plans that he
and his friends had lined up to enjoy.
Dre strolled past a fountain adorned with a trio of marble statues in
togas on his way to the reception desk. After such a tiresome drive, his
patience was low and he was pleased that despite the crowds of people
milling about, the wait at the VIP check-in was brief before an
attractive young woman, in a rather tight skirt and matching blazer,
waved him over to her station.
"May I help you sir?" she said, smiling in a flirtatious manner that
clearly, if not intentionally, gave away her attraction to the man
walking toward her.
"Checking in," he said matter-of-factly. "The name's Barker... Andre
Barker."
Without being asked, he placed his driver's license and credit card on
the black granite countertop as she typed away at her keyboard looking
up his reservation.
"Yes, here you are..." said the woman cheerfully. "We have you staying
with us in the Palace Premium Suite for three nights and checking out on
Sunday the 7th," she read from the monitor before looking up and
sneaking another glance of his handsome profile. "How many keys will you
be needing Mr. Barker?"
"One," Dre said, pausing to think... "No, better make that two in case I
need another for a friend."
She raised an eyebrow and tried hard to suppress the smile that was
creeping across her face.
"You never know..." she teased while coding his keycards and stuffing
them into a gaudy golden envelope.
Dre was amused at the young woman's flirting, but it was nothing that he
wasn't used to from most of the ladies that he'd met. He waited
patiently for her to pull together everything, mechanically tapping his
fingers on the counter to the beat of some random tune playing in his
head.
"You make me wanna roll my windows down and cruise..." he hummed.
"Here you are Mr. Barker, she started... "Your room is simply GORGEOUS!"
she emphasized with a very feminine inflection and excitement in her
voice. "I'm sure you're going to love it. The best way to get there is
just..."
"Just down the hall that way and to the left," Dre interrupted. "I've
stayed there several times before."
"Ah yes," she said, slightly taken aback by his abruptness. "I'll call
the valet with your room number... Suite 1204. Can I get someone to
assist with any luggage?"
"No thank you, he said. "I only have one bag and it's been a long day.
I'm just looking forward to relaxing and calling it a night."
Dre took the envelope containing the room keys from her and moved to
place them in his bag. As he was bent over doing so, he heard a voice...
a female voice that seemed to whisper...
"You have the fucking sexiest and most vibrant blue eyes."
At first Dre thought that the voice had come from somewhere behind him,
but when he stood and spun about to look, there was no one there.
A bit confused, or perhaps surprised at not seeing anyone, he faced the
receptionist (the only other person nearby), and politely asked if she
could please repeat what she'd just said.
"I love your smoldering eyes," she replied charmingly, quickly placing
her hand over her mouth with a startled look, wondering what had come
over her to say THAT aloud.
Dre was pretty sure that he'd heard the young woman say something about
him having sexy blue eyes, but didn't feel up to arguing the point...
especially when it was also entirely possible that his imagination had
been left a bit frayed from such a long day and tiresome drive through
the desert.
"Thank you. Have a good evening miss..." he said routinely, as he
grabbed his bag and turned to head up to his room.
After making his way through the busy crowd to the elevator lobby and
locating the Express Cabs that would take him directly to the upper
floors, Dre inserted his room key into a card reader, and pressed the
"UP" button as it illuminated brightly. He stood casually in front of
the polished stainless doors waiting for the cab to arrive, momentarily
glancing forward at his mirrorlike reflection to flatten out his collar,
and oddly noticed that his eyes were starting to burn and feel bit
scratchy. He instinctively started rubbing them with his thumb and
forefinger, but it did little to make them feel any better.
"Damn dry eyes," he cursed before a melodious "CHIME" sounded and the
elevator's double doors finally opened.
After staying in the Palace Premium Suite many times and enjoying its
opulent luxuries, Dre made it a point to request it whenever he
returned. He liked the room sure enough, after all it was the size of a
small apartment, but it was also a symbol of his success and dominance
over his longtime friends, as well as a great backdrop to impress the
'ladies'.
"If you're going to pay thousands of dollars to have some blue-chip
entertainment behind your wife's back, you might as well do it in
style," he thought while opening the door and stepping inside.
Detecting his arrival, the lights automatically turned on and Dre broke
into a grin. Whether it was due to its grandness, the overly indulgent
decor, memories of past parties complete with strippers, or perhaps a
mixture of all the above, it was exactly what the doctor ordered after
several tough weeks at work and the constant scheming to fend off that
son of a bitch Brett.
"Ahh it's good to be back," he sighed, while eying his usual Welcoming
Gift left by the concierge in the center of the suite's living room... a
bottle of 1996 Dom Perignon on ice decoratively displayed in the center
of a marble-topped coffee table.
A few minutes later after unpacking, getting settled, and enjoying the
incredible panoramic view of the Strip that his suite provided, he
walked into the overly spacious bathroom to organize his personal items.
As he approached the vanity, he unconsciously glanced into the mirror
and simply stopped...
"What the hell..." Dre murmured, unsure of what he was seeing.
He stepped closer and leaned forward until his reflection was only
inches away. He took his fingers and pulled his eyelids apart, then just
stared curiously... his eyes were BROWN, or at least he always thought
that they were. He wasn't one to usually hallucinate, but THIS
definitely might fall into that category... his eyes somehow appeared
lighter, almost a deep bluish-hazel color.
He continued to stare, wondering if the overly harsh bathroom lighting
was playing tricks on him, or...
"I've got to lay off those fucking Red Bulls... not to mention all that
coffee," Dre said aloud, as the revelation suddenly came to him. "God
damn caffeine jitters have me seeing things."
He blinked several times, almost as if the action would change what he
was seeing, then feeling as though he had a reasonable enough
explanation, Dre reluctantly dismissed it and went back to casually
organizing his belongings on the countertop. Once finished he headed
back to the living room, kicked off his shoes, and had a seat in an
overly posh chair... a chair to be honest, that seemed like it was
designed far more for aesthetics than comfort.
Rolling up his sleeves, he leaned forward and began to open his prized
bottle of Dom... feeling as though a few glasses of bubbly could do him
wonders to take the edge off and alleviate some of his built-up stress.
With a loud "POP," the bottle shot open and he poured himself a glass...
pausing a couple times so that the bubbles didn't overflow.
"Ahhh," he sighed, after savoring a sip and trying to settle back into
the uncomfortable leather chair.
After nearly thirty minutes of catching up on some office email and
finishing off almost two-thirds of the bottle, Dre placed his phone in
his pocket, poured himself yet another glass, and stood up to stretch
and stroll about the suite a bit. Feeling the effects of the alcohol, he
unsteadily weaved his way around several 'obstacles' in his path,
including an assortment of tables, chairs, sofas, and lamp cords, before
finding himself back at the floor-to-ceiling glass that looked out over
Las Vegas Blvd.
As he stood admiring the neon lights and taking another sip of
champagne, he caught glimpse of his reflection in the glass looking back
at himself. Although hardly a mirror, Dre stared intently at his eyes
feeling as though they looked even LIGHTER than they were just a little
while ago.
"I gotta get some fucking rest," he grumbled, sure that the toxic combo
of Red Bull and Dom Perignon had firmly caused him to take leave of his
senses.
Still in his clothes, and with the room starting to spin a good bit, Dre
flopped onto the bed exhausted, spilling the remaining contents of his
glass all over the silk comforter. As he took his phone from his pocket
and went to place it on the nightstand, he noticed that he had three
unread text messages. The first was from his wife Angela checking to
make sure he'd arrived at his business retreat in 'San Francisco'
safely, the second from his buddy Jake wanting to know what time they
were all going to meet up for breakfast in the morning, and the third
from a number that he was unfamiliar with.
Whether by habit or curiosity, Dre opened the message and read aloud...
"I used to look UP to you, but that won't be the case much longer."
Unknowing what to make of it, or whom had sent it to him for that
matter, he put his phone down, and his head on the pillow resolute to
sort everything out in the morning with a clear mind after a good
night's sleep.
To be continued... END PART I
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