minutes to hear it.
It's almost time for dress rehearsal. Take a shower."
She wearily showered, toweled off and waited
for him in her robe.
A few minutes later, she let him in.
He brought her chin up with his hand. "Did
you sleep last night?" His eyes were warm and caring.
"Not much."
"That's my fault. I should have called a halt
to...everything."
"No," she smiled, "it's just me. I wake up
early, and can't get back to sleep. I don't know why."
They sat on the couch. "You'll be okay to do
the shows today? I don't want you hurting yourself," he said.
She watched him for a minute, before she
said, "I'm used to not getting much sleep. When I was on the
streets. I'd have to take it when it came."
His arm came around her shoulder and he
stroked her hair softly. "You're safe now. You'll never go back
there again." After his eyes appraised hers, he said gently, "Kiss
me."
Her mouth came up to meet his. His touch was
electric and the heavy sensation began within her.
Their kiss deepened, and his tongue moved in
her mouth, exploring her, tasting her.
Pulling his lips away, he looked down at her.
"Open your eyes," he whispered. She opened them slightly, languidly
and, as he still stroked her hair, he said in a voice husky with
desire, "This is only for you." He guided her hand to his hardness.
"Just for you. Remember. When you dance tonight. I'll be
there."
His hand searched for the robe opening, and
roved over her skin, exploring her stomach, her back, her breasts,
then between her legs.
She closed her eyes and gasped as his hand
and fingers found her sensitive spots, rhythmically stroking her
now.
"Look at me," he insisted. When she opened
her eyes, he captured her gaze with blue-grey warmth. "Remember..."
he said, as she tightened, and cried out, once, twice, moving with
his strokes.
The newspapers the next day proclaimed it was
her best performance to date, and said she was the overnight
sensation of Las Vegas.
While she danced, the wild dance, she spotted
Al staring at her heatedly. 'Remember' pounded in her head along
with the beat of the music and she moved, shook, and spun, with her
hair flying like a cloud around her.
One photographer had captured her perfectly;
she almost seemed to be stalking the camera, bent down in bare
feet, her arms reaching forward, her eyes half closed and cat-like.
Then yet another pictured her with the thousand watt smile,
reaching for the sky, while her fluffy hair had not quite settled
yet and glowed around her head like a halo.
"Send this photographer a large floral
arrangement," he told Lefty.
They sat in the penthouse having morning
coffee at seven o'clock.
"She really is sensational boss," Lefty said
appreciatively.
Teeny said, "Yeah, and she's even got a
dynamite right hook."
Smiling, Al said, "We need to do all we can
to protect her from more than admiring fans. With the red hair, she
really is noticeable anywhere she goes. I've been told she wanders
the casino floor sometimes."
He continued while his gaze took in Vegas
lights. "I don't know how to tell her, though. There's a fine line
between protecting someone and suffocating them."
"We could send a guard with her," Lefty
suggested.
"That's right on the line."
"What about surveillance?" Teeny asked.
Al looked thoughtful. "I suppose they could
keep an eye on her and let the guards know if she needs assistance.
I'll call Robert."
Kim answered her phone in a pleasant voice
after seeing who was calling. "Yes, what can I do for you?"
"Anything you want, and I mean anything,"
Tony told her.
She smiled and sat on her couch. "You're so
bad."
"You love it. I know you do."
"I don't know...it was up for a while, but
then it left. A girl gets lonely in a big casino."
"Shit, if I was there, you'd be sore as hell
right now."
"I never get sore, I just get even."
"Cute. So anyway, I'm coming...back there in
ten days. Can you wait that long?"
"Guess I'll have to take matters in hand,
won't I?"
"Now
It's almost time for dress rehearsal. Take a shower."
She wearily showered, toweled off and waited
for him in her robe.
A few minutes later, she let him in.
He brought her chin up with his hand. "Did
you sleep last night?" His eyes were warm and caring.
"Not much."
"That's my fault. I should have called a halt
to...everything."
"No," she smiled, "it's just me. I wake up
early, and can't get back to sleep. I don't know why."
They sat on the couch. "You'll be okay to do
the shows today? I don't want you hurting yourself," he said.
She watched him for a minute, before she
said, "I'm used to not getting much sleep. When I was on the
streets. I'd have to take it when it came."
His arm came around her shoulder and he
stroked her hair softly. "You're safe now. You'll never go back
there again." After his eyes appraised hers, he said gently, "Kiss
me."
Her mouth came up to meet his. His touch was
electric and the heavy sensation began within her.
Their kiss deepened, and his tongue moved in
her mouth, exploring her, tasting her.
Pulling his lips away, he looked down at her.
"Open your eyes," he whispered. She opened them slightly, languidly
and, as he still stroked her hair, he said in a voice husky with
desire, "This is only for you." He guided her hand to his hardness.
"Just for you. Remember. When you dance tonight. I'll be
there."
His hand searched for the robe opening, and
roved over her skin, exploring her stomach, her back, her breasts,
then between her legs.
She closed her eyes and gasped as his hand
and fingers found her sensitive spots, rhythmically stroking her
now.
"Look at me," he insisted. When she opened
her eyes, he captured her gaze with blue-grey warmth. "Remember..."
he said, as she tightened, and cried out, once, twice, moving with
his strokes.
The newspapers the next day proclaimed it was
her best performance to date, and said she was the overnight
sensation of Las Vegas.
While she danced, the wild dance, she spotted
Al staring at her heatedly. 'Remember' pounded in her head along
with the beat of the music and she moved, shook, and spun, with her
hair flying like a cloud around her.
One photographer had captured her perfectly;
she almost seemed to be stalking the camera, bent down in bare
feet, her arms reaching forward, her eyes half closed and cat-like.
Then yet another pictured her with the thousand watt smile,
reaching for the sky, while her fluffy hair had not quite settled
yet and glowed around her head like a halo.
"Send this photographer a large floral
arrangement," he told Lefty.
They sat in the penthouse having morning
coffee at seven o'clock.
"She really is sensational boss," Lefty said
appreciatively.
Teeny said, "Yeah, and she's even got a
dynamite right hook."
Smiling, Al said, "We need to do all we can
to protect her from more than admiring fans. With the red hair, she
really is noticeable anywhere she goes. I've been told she wanders
the casino floor sometimes."
He continued while his gaze took in Vegas
lights. "I don't know how to tell her, though. There's a fine line
between protecting someone and suffocating them."
"We could send a guard with her," Lefty
suggested.
"That's right on the line."
"What about surveillance?" Teeny asked.
Al looked thoughtful. "I suppose they could
keep an eye on her and let the guards know if she needs assistance.
I'll call Robert."
Kim answered her phone in a pleasant voice
after seeing who was calling. "Yes, what can I do for you?"
"Anything you want, and I mean anything,"
Tony told her.
She smiled and sat on her couch. "You're so
bad."
"You love it. I know you do."
"I don't know...it was up for a while, but
then it left. A girl gets lonely in a big casino."
"Shit, if I was there, you'd be sore as hell
right now."
"I never get sore, I just get even."
"Cute. So anyway, I'm coming...back there in
ten days. Can you wait that long?"
"Guess I'll have to take matters in hand,
won't I?"
"Now
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