Chapter Two: The Next Step
Note: Please Chapter One before reading this chapter to gain insight as to what led up to upcoming events.
"What now?" I asked myself as I aimlessly made my way to the parking garage. My head was spinning, my mind was in a dense fog and I was lost in my own world of shock. I didn't know whether I was having a bad dream, but the sound of a car horn blaring startled me back into reality. I got into my car and drove off with my head in a fog. It was a wonder I didn't get into an accident.
Hours after sitting at home I decided to get away for awhile. I made a few phone calls, made my airline and hotel reservations bound for Las Vegas the very next afternoon. With everything set I went over to see Valerie, my neighbor, and told her of my plans and asked if she and her retired husband would mind keeping an eye on my house while I was gone. She was more than happy to oblige and offered to drive me to the airport but I declined gracefully.
Before I realized it I was well on my way to Las Vegas to have some fun, gamble and start a new life alone. The flight was quiet and I was able to get some sleep. When I awoke the plane was beginning its descent. The landing was perfect and the passengers were abuzz about departing as quickly as possible. Gambling fever was rampant on the minds of the people, young and old.
Everyone piled out of the plane like cattle heading for the slaughterhouse. Some were excited while others looked a bit lost in their own world. It was a sight to see as people gathered their luggage and made their way out of the airport. As soon as I got out onto the sidewalk I noticed a limousine with its chauffer standing with my last name printed on a paper sign and walked up to him to introduce myself.
"Good evening, Ms. Velez. I hope your flight was enjoyable," he said with a slight, but noticeable accent. "My name is Federico Salerno, and I will be driving you to your hotel tonight. If there is anything you need or wish for me to stop along the way, please feel free to tell me."
He appeared Hispanic but he spoke with an Australian accent. After talking to him, I soon learned he was from Australia and worked as a driver part time. We chatted as we made our way out of the airport towards the strip where I was staying. Within minutes we arrived at the front of the Excalibur Hotel. Federico parked the limo at the front entrance, got out to come around and held my door open with an extending hand for me to help me out of the limousine. It was not an expected gesture but it was a welcomed one
Once he had my suitcase out, he bade me goodbye and said, "I hope to see you again; perhaps tomorrow evening." He lifted my right hand and kissed the top of it gently. As he did this, he slipped a piece of paper into the palm of my hand then looked up and winked at me. I smiled as I discreetly slipped the note into one of my jeans pockets. Seconds later Federico and the limousine were on their way and soon out of sight. I grabbed my suitcase and went into the hotel to register after politely turning down the offer for the use of a porter.
I went to my room and unpacked and showered. Minutes later I remembered the note so I retrieved it from my jeans and unfolded it. The note read: "Tonight, 10:30 p.m. - Merlin's Theater. Go to doorman and give him your name and this note. See U there! - F" I looked at the time, it was almost 7 so I had some time to get dressed, go down and have a bite to eat and do little gambling.
It was more than a half hour before show time; the line of women snaked around the corner and the noise from their chatter was deafening. I walked past the women, gave my name and handed the note to the doorman. He looked at it, looked at me and smiled.
"Just one minute. I'll be right back," the burly well dressed doorman informed me.
The thick red rope held the anxious women back from barging in. I stood there patiently on the side waiting for the doorman to return. Seconds later he reappears, clutching a red long stem rose and a smile.
He walks past the women at the front of the line, hands me the rose and he extends an arm for me to hold onto. I walk with my arm locked in his past the women, who stare at me with envy on their faces, into the showroom. I'm then seated at a table with three women. Our table is located smack dab in the front and center. We were seated at the V.I.P. table and had our very own waiter who would cater to our needs for drinks which were being taken care of by the men who invited us.
Within minutes the lights began to flicker; only a few whispers could be heard from the audience. The lighting in the theater dims to near darkness then a sudden loud clap of thunder roars through the speakers as if it were traveling across the room. The women scream and cheer; the show begins.
One by one the dancers appear; tantalizing, teasing the women with their seductive dance act and removing items of their clothing to a certain song. A few jump off of the stage and make their way between some of the tables to sit, dance and kiss the cheeks of the lucky few.
After some time, each of the women on my table is lavished by a special dance from the dancer who invited them. You could hear and feel the heated excitement in the audience. In fact, some of the women wanted more than the men could offer; occasionally one of women in the back area would scream out, "Come over here!" or "I want your body, baby!" The dancer would stay away from the area the shout came from and continue stripping, slowly drawing his act to a close.
When he disappeared, the announcer's voice boomed through the speakers, informing us the next dancer would be the last. The music begins to vibrate throughout the room, the lighting on the center stage slowly brightens and there on center stage was my limo driver, Federico. I could believe my eyes but I also could not keep my eyes off of him as he began dancing to the song "Born to Be Wild". I watched him dance as he made his way to the left and right sides of the stage, dressed as a biker. He was donned in black leather from head to toe; cap, vest, pants and boots. I've always loved leather since I was twelve years old and seeing Federico in his costume mesmerized me.
He danced back and forth across the stage, slowly removing his clothes, one by one, tossing it aside. When he removed his leather pants he revealed a black leather g-string that barely covered his bulging crotch, giving the women a good look at his firm ass as he gyrated and danced to the music. He was a hit with the women with his tanned, muscular body, hair black and wavy that ended just below the shoulder and dark seductive, dreamy eyes; perhaps that is why they save the best for last.
Out of the blue Federico jumped down from the left side of the stage, made his way around the tables to the right then worked his way back to our table. Upon reaching my seat, he pulled my chair back far enough and climbed over, straddling me. I sat there speechless, looking at his oiled body in front of me, taking in the sensuous scent of musk. Gently, he took hold of my face in his hands and lifted it up. Our eyes meet and locked onto one another. I felt him working his hips back and forth, dry humping me. My heart began to beat louder and faster in my chest; I could hear the women cheering and screaming faintly in the background. At the end of my lap dance he leaned down and planted a kiss upon my lips.
"Wait for me outside in the lobby after the show," he whispered into my ear.
I nodded with a smile as he climbed off of me, jumped back onto the stage to finish his act. The show ended with the entire revue on stage dancing to one last song, leaving the women in heated lust and wanting more.
The women filed out of the showroom into the lobby. All of a sudden a rush of women converged in an area; amidst the women was one of the dancers. One by one, the dancers came out, signed a bunch of autographs, posed for photos with women before gracefully disappearing. I didn't want to get mixed up in the crowd so I waited beside the doorman and watched the crowd slowly dwindle away. Minutes later Federico appeared with a smile.
"I see you got the rose."
