Chapter 18

Jill leaned over to answer the phone. It was Ronda asking if dinner was still on as the set time was quickly approaching. Jill answered yes and asked her to call Roger and Donna’s room and let them know dinner was still on if they were interested.

Hearing Jill’s side of the conversation, I started pushing people towards the showers to get cleaned up for dinner. I had to stop John from just jumping into the hot tub to clean off. He lowered his head as if I was scolding him. I had to reassure him I was not.

I went over to the bar and poured Jill a drink. She liked a drink that she saw in a movie ... The Sully (Grey Goose with a splash of water). I walked it over to her.

“How are you doing so far?” I asked.

“What are you referring to?”

“All of it. Tina being here, Dakota being here, your pregnancy, your two friends Ronda and Donna? Anything and everything, I just want to make sure you are ok.” I said to her.

“I’m fine.”

“Ok then, how was John as a lover?” I changed subjects.

“He’s well equipped. Certainly, long enough. Doesn’t really work on pleasing his partner. The fuck is ok, but I didn’t cum at all with him. He needs a teacher, just like Diane was with you. Frustrating.” Jill explained.

“Sounds like they would be good for each other. He can fuck but, doesn’t know about pleasing his partner. She can’t give a good blowjob, but really wants to.” I retorted.

“You know, that might just be a good idea.”

“Jill, my mind wandered during play time. I have an idea about Roger. I was thinking about sharing Tina with him as his assistant. What do you think about that?” I asked.

“That’s a powder keg. Tina will feel completely betrayed. I see where you came to that idea, Roger really digs her. However, there are two factors you haven’t added in: One, Donna and Roger have really hit it off and I don’t want to interfere with that. Two, Tina will feel hurt and betrayed. She still is in love with you and has said as much with me right there in the room. She tries to hide it but to me it is very evident.” Jill said to me in a rational low tone.

“All done in bathroom one.” Dakota announced.

“All done in bathroom two.” Tina announced.

“All done in bathroom three.” Amy announced hearing the other two.

Jill said she was going to take bathroom 1. She directed John to take bathroom 3. I couldn’t decide between bathroom 2 or join her in bathroom 1. Jill made the choice for me ... bathroom 2.

I finished first and Jill moments behind me. We dressed. Jill just put her wet hair in a ponytail and pulled it through a baseball cap. We were all waiting for John.

“Amy, would you go see what it is taking John so long?” Jill asked.

“Yes Ma’am.”

While Amy went to check on John, I made a phone call to the suite hostess and cancelled the dinner reservations and asked for the limos. She agreed.

Tina and Dakota had turned on one of the 65 inch televisions. They stopped on a local news channel. They were chatting to themselves not listening to the tv, it was on more for noise. I was thinking that I need to find music, tonight’s playtime might be more erotic with music.

Another 15 minutes passed. No John. No Amy. An impatient Jill got up and walked to bathroom 3. She just walked in without knocking. It certainly startled its occupants.

“I’m sorry,” John said.

“Ma’am I’m so sorry,” Amy said.

“Just finish up and let’s go. We’re hungry,” Jill said.

Jill came back out to the living room smiling. “You almost called that one.” She said to me as she sat down beside me.

“Almost called what?”

“John. He was getting a BJ from Amy not Diane. She was on her knees blowing him. He was seated on the toilet, with the lid down just enjoying the ride.”

“Nice! Still, I think that they may be well suited for each other. She’s a giver, and he’s a taker. I think that Amy just wanted to try that long cock,” I explained.

Jill asked Tina to call the other suites and see how many are going to dinner and if they were ready.

She made the phone calls.

As she was starting to tell Jill, John and Amy appeared.

We all just smiled.

“Jill, Roger and Donna’s room. The two guys don’t want to go. They’re going down to the casino to play penny slots. Donna and Roger are ready to leave whenever you give the word.” Tina said.

She went on to add, “With Marcus and Ronda, they’re both ready to go. Paula thinks she will be a third wheel and isn’t sure if she should go and Diane is waiting to go.”

“Tina, call everyone and tell them to meet us in the lobby. Tell Paula and Diane that David and I expect them to be there.” Jill said.

I began pushing everyone out the door. I paged the suite concierge. She dialed me right up. I told her we need transportation to a restaurant for 12. I asked about the reservations for tomorrow night and she assured me they were set for 16 at 8pm. The limos are ready and waiting for tonight and will be ready for tomorrow night.

We all left the suite, I put the keycard in my wallet. I stopped at the elevator next to Tina asking her if she was ready to pay for dinner.

“I thought the money in the envelope was for me,” She said lowering her head.

“It is silly. I was referring to using your new American Express card.”

“REALLY? I can do that?” she exclaimed nearly jumping into my arms.

“Well, of course, we wouldn’t give you the card if we didn’t think you could handle the responsibilities that came with it. I was thinking that you would pay the bill tonight to break the card in.”

She kissed me. Jill smiled. Dakota smiled.

The elevator doors opened. We all got in. Jill on one side of me, holding my hand. Dakota on the other side of me.

When we reached the casino floor, the suite concierge met us. She directed us to the limos waiting at a separate entrance under a portiere. I asked the lady if either car had music. I explained that I had a hankering for some light jazz. She said she would make it happen as all their limos have satellite radio.

Jill and I looked at each other. We both knew instantly that would be something that we certainly could add to all our limos at a minimal cost.

We all climbed into the waiting limos, drivers holding doors open for the group.

I gave the driver the name of the restaurant. His reply was disheartening, “Are you sure sir? I can get you into 3 dozen better restaurants without any notice needed.”

I told Jill that I was going to sit up front. I wanted to chat with the driver about business.

Everyone chose a car and climbed in. I asked to sit up front.

“What’s your name?” I asked of the driver.

“Raymond sir, but I usually go by Ray.”

“Ray, would it bother you if I sat up front?”

“Sir, you can sit almost anywhere you choose. Except in my seat,” he replied.

“Well, you’re safe, I’m not going to sit in your lap.”

We both laughed at my bad joke.

“Ray, why do you not want me to go to this restaurant? I thought I had heard good things about it.”

“Sir, may I speak freely?”

“Of course, I wouldn’t expect anything else but the truth.”

“Well, quite frankly, the restaurant is dirty. The food is crappy, and they charge extremely high prices for barely edible food. They act like they are Picasso or Le Cirque, but their food is worse than any buffet on the strip.”

“Ray, I would like you and your counterpart, the other driver, to join my group for dinner.”

“Thank you, sir but, we’re not allowed to mingle with the customers,” Ray replied.

“Do me a favor, please call your boss on your company issued cell phone.”

“Um, sir the cell phone is my own personal phone, but I will certainly call him,” Ray said to me.

There were a few moments delay. Ray explained to his boss what I wanted. He handed the phone to me.

“Hello, whom am I speaking to?” I asked getting a bit annoyed.

“This is Darius, I’m the night manager of our limo fleet. Did Ray do something stupid?”

“Darius, why would you ask me that?” Now I’m getting really annoyed.

“Well, he has a reputation.”

“A reputation for what, helping the customer, being honest, trying to go above and beyond to take care of the people paying your salary?” I’ve moved from annoyed to just pissed.

I heard a lot of I’m sorry from Darius. When he was done trying to butt kiss me, I moved on to my real reason for the call.

“Darius ... Darius ... will you shut up for a minute? I’m calling to ask why Ray and the other driver are not allowed to join my group for dinner at my expense?” I’m still fuming.

“Um, well it’s our policy that drivers and customers are not to mingle,” He tried to explain.

“Tell me Darius, who owns this limo company?”

“Tom Jaxson,” Darius replied very hesitantly.

“Tom? Not Bob Jaxson?”

“No sir, Thomas Jaxson is the owner.”

“Ok, fair enough. I’m letting you know that your rule is ridiculous. If I, the customer want them to join us then I should get what I want ... correct?” I’m still annoyed.

“Yes sir,” he said sheepishly.

“OK then, my group is inviting both of our drivers to join us for dinner. Don’t worry, they won’t have any alcohol to drink. They are professionals,” I’m slowly getting less annoyed.

“Yes sir.”

I just hung up.

“Well, Ray you and your counterpart are joining my group for dinner,” I said smiling because I got my way.

We arrived at the restaurant.

The back of the limo went silent. I knew what everyone was thinking... ‘what the hell?’ and they were right.

Ray parked the limo and called his counterpart, Jose.

Ray opened the door for everyone to get out of the back. A very hesitant crowd got out. No one said a word. Jill looked at me in disbelief.

I walked over to her.

“Hun trust me. I want to make an impression on this district manager. This is the lowest performing restaurant in the whole brand and yet here it is in the center of Vegas.”

I added, “Please text the Jaxson’s and ask if they know a Thomas Jaxson. Don’t explain why, just put it on me if they ask.”

I led the group inside. I was greeted by a nice young lady named Abagail. I knew her name because she was wearing one of those plastic pin-on name tags that held dynamo label tape.

“Hello Abagail. We need a table for a party of 14.” I said with a smile.

“Sir, our kitchen closes in 20 minutes. I’m sorry but we cannot accommodate your party.”

“I’m sorry. I thought you just told me that the kitchen is still open.” I asked completely intrigued.

“Yes sir, I know it sounds odd, but the kitchen staff is ruled by the manager and she doesn’t want any overtime. So, I’m told to apologize but not accept any further business for the night.”

“I see. Is there a manager I may speak to please?” I ask.

I hear whispers in my group. They are shocked. Jill is fuming now. She walks up to me and whispers in my ear, “Don’t let them know who you are just yet. Don’t take it out on anyone here, hold your tongue until tomorrow.”

I agree.

“Good evening sir, my name is Dwight Willis. I’m the manager. I apologize but we are unable to accommodate your party tonight. If you call ahead, we’d be happy to make a reservation up until 9pm.” Dwight said, without even asking whom I am.

“Ok, that would be fine. We’ll see you next time. Have a good night.” And with that I turned and walked out the door.

In stunned silence, my dinner group followed. Even Roger, who is a Police officer was silent. He was in disbelief as well.

We all got outside and before everyone got back into the cars, I asked if some place like Chili’s would be OK. Everyone agreed that it would be fine.

I apologized to Tina for her not being able to pay for this dinner, but she could pay for the Chili’s dinner.

Jill was still fuming ... no ... she was pissed. She wanted to call the district manager right now at home. I walked her off the ledge of anger. There was no misunderstanding as to why this was the worst restaurant in the brand.

“Dakota, please have me call the district manager tomorrow at 8am,” I said.

“Yes sir.”

There wasn’t much celebration in the back of the limo. This did not go anywhere near what I had expected. Instead, it rather deflated the night.

Ray took all of us over to Chili’s. It was clean. The food was hot and tasty. Ray seemed to be just as annoyed as Jill. She was still fuming. John and Marcus were the hit of the table. Cracking jokes, being a bit immature yet having a great time. They were welcome mood changers. I ordered a round of ‘El Presidente Margaritas’. Ray and Jose stuck to soda.

Tina scooted over next to me on the large bench seat.

“David, did I do something wrong?” She asked.

“No, why do you say that?” I asked.

“Because Jill won’t talk to me. I must have done something wrong,” she said to me with her heart in her eyes.

“Not to worry my dear. She’s mad, but you have nothing to do with it,” I assured her.

Paula came over and plopped into my lap, causing John to laugh out loud.

“Damn, how is it you get all the beautiful women?” John asked from 6 seats away.

Dakota came to my defense before I even had a chance to respond.

“Well, IF you knew how to please a woman rather than just fucking them like a piece of meat you might get more kittycat,” Dakota responded with a clear attitude.

The whole table bust out laughing. Even Jill was laughing. That changed her mood. It was a noticeable change. She smiled, laughed, and participated the rest of the meal.

Donna came over to me and asked, “Would you and Jill mind if Roger and I bowed out of tonight’s play time? We thought we would like to try some time just for ourselves ... if that’s OK with you and Jill.”