Chapter 13: Return to Vegas

Walter was waiting for them when they got to baggage claim at McCarran Airport. Brad was impressed by the first-class tickets waiting for them in San Diego and the size of the stretch limo made his jaw drop. But that was nothing when he saw their suite when they got to the club. It was the same suite has Marissa had occupied on her last visit and this time there was already a bottle of expensive champagne in an ice bucket and a large bouquet of flowers.

Brad tried to tip the bellman after the man had shown them to their suite, but the man said, “It’s been taken care of sir.”

“So, this is how the other half lives,” he said after the bellman left.

Just then there was another knock on the door. Brad opened it and a maid stood there. “Good afternoon sir, I’ve come to collect any items that need laundering or pressing.”

“What? Oh well, I guess you could press my suit and my wife’s dress.” He opened up both of their suitcases and took out the dress clothes that had become wrinkled. The maid took them as promised to have them back before the evening started.

Marissa started to unpack and hang up her things as Brad turned on the TV and began flipping through channels. Every premium channel was available as well including three with just porno movies and there was no charge for any of them. He left the TV on, turned up a little too loud, to one of the porno movies as he began unpacking his toiletries.

“Brad, turn that thing off,” complained his wife over the moans coming from the TV.

“This is educational. You might learn something,” he teased. She was saved when the phone rang. Brad turned off the TV and answered.

A woman, with a rich, sexy voice said, “Mr. Henderson, this is Alexandria Dodge we were hoping that my partner and I could come up and say hello.” Just hearing her voice was enough for Brad to build a picture in his mind of how she looked.

It took only a few minutes before there was a knock on the door and Brad opened it. Although Alexandria and Rocky were both standing there, he had trouble not staring at the woman. She wasn’t even close to what he’d imagined, hearing her voice on the phone; she was drop-dead, beautiful.

“Mr. Henderson, I’m Terrance Rockford and this is Alex, my partner.”

Alexandria was dressed in a little black dress and long tan legs that wouldn’t quit that were encased in sheer hose. Brad had to take a deep breath before he could speak, “Please, it’s Brad.” He was barely able to keep his eyes from roaming up and down the tall woman. He looked into her green eyes and realized she was smiling at him with that knowing smile that beautiful women have, aware of the effect that they have on the opposite sex. She had lustrous auburn hair and full red lips that begged to be kissed.

Rocky held out his hand to Brad. “Everybody calls me Rocky.”

Rocky’s voice broke the spell and Brad looked back at him. “Of course, so nice to meet you both,” he said, matching the other man’s strong grip.

“We’ve heard so much about you,” said Alexandria.

Brad gave the usual answer, hoping that his voice sounded normal. “I hope that it was good.”

Rockford chuckled politely and then walked over and stood in front of Marissa. “It’s been a real pleasure working with your wife on our little project,” smiled Rocky as he reached down and took a hold of both of her hands in his. “She’s been very resourceful and creative.” He looked into Marissa’s eyes. “Alexandria told me that your wife charmed the sox off of our Senator and for that I’m deeply grateful.”

Marissa looked down at the floor and Brad assumed that she was just being shy, but he was proud of his wife and was beaming at the complement.

Still holding Marissa’s hands, Rocky looked at Brad. “Brad, I would like to discuss some details about our web site with your wife. Would you mind letting Alex show you around the club while she and I discuss what I’d like for her to do next?”

“Oh, I haven’t prepared anything new to show you yet,” said Marissa as she pulled her hands back, alarmed at being left alone with Rocky.

“That’s all right,” said Rocky. “I just want to give you some more of my input.”

Marissa nearly groaned, fearing that she understood Rocky’s double entendre and before she could protest further her husband said, “Of course Rocky; that sounds great.” Marissa’s heart sank as her husband let Alex take his arm and lead him from the suite.

“Your husband is very handsome,” said Rockford as he undid his tie. Marissa knew what was coming. “Well,” he said, “get your clothes off my little princess.”

“Rocky, my husband just left. Can’t we...”

Interrupting, he said, “Perhaps you’d prefer it if we showed him some of the video’s that we took with you and the Senator, or our commissioner or even better, with the judge and the waiter?” He let that sink in before adding, “Just snippets of course; enough to show your enthusiastic participation.”

Knowing that she had no choice, she began taking her clothes off. When she was naked, Rocky picked up her clothes and said, “Wait here for a minute.” He pulled out his phone, hit a button before going into the bedroom with her clothes.

Marissa stood there naked, wondering what the hell was going on. Moments later there was a knock on the door.

“Get that, will you princess?” he said in a sweet voice.

Marissa looked aghast as he closed the bedroom door. Was she supposed to answer the door naked? Reluctantly she walked up to the door and said, “Yes?”

“I have packages for you Mrs. Henderson,” a male voice replied.

She stood on her tiptoes to look through the peephole and saw that it was a club bellboy. “Can you just leave them there?” she asked. “If he says no, fuck Rocky; I’m not going to open the door, “ she thought.

“Yes ma’am,” the bellboy replied and set them down.

Rocky had to suppress a laugh as he opened the bedroom door just enough to see how his little scheme was working. He saw Marissa on her tiptoes with her leg and buttock muscles taunt. She looked very delectable. He snapped a couple of quick shots with his cell phone.

She kept watching as he retreated just down the hall to the elevator. As soon as he stepped inside, she opened the door and stepped out. But the elevator door didn’t close; instead, the young man stepped back out and averted his eyes. “Oh, sorry ma’am; I forgot, you need to sign for them,” he said.

Marissa had just leaned down to pick up the packages leaving her foot in the door. The return of the bellboy startled her, and she dropped the packages. Instinctively reaching out to catch them she moved her foot and the door closed. “OH FUCK!” she exclaimed.

Holding the packages in front of her like a shield she held out her hand to sign for the packages. The bellboy handed her a pen and clutching the packages to her chest she scribbled her name.

While the woman’s eyes were down looking at the form, he quickly looked down at her crotch and took in the patch of blond fir between her legs and then looked up, slightly embarrassed that she’d already finished and was holding the receipt out to him.

“Thank you ma’am,” he said as he quickly looked her up and down before he turned to walk back to the elevator.

As the bellboy retreated to the evaluator, but before stepping inside he glanced back at the naked woman as she turned around and knocked on the door, giving him a wonderful view of her naked backside. He stepped into the elevator; holding the door open while he watched her knocking on the door.

“Rocky, open the door.” She waited, growing exasperated, but there was no response. “Rocky I locked myself out,” she said louder. Still, there was no response.

“I can open it for you ma’am,” said the young man behind her. She hadn’t even realized that he was still nearby and in turning toward the door; she’d given him a full back view.

“Thank you,” she said quietly and stepped aside; holding the packages to her chest while she looked at the floor. The bellboy opened the door and stepped back. “I don’t have anything to offer you for a tip,” she said, remembering the small smile she’d seen on the bellboy’s face she thought, “Only in Vegas”.

“Um, no problem ma’am,” he said looking away with a big smile.

“Thank you for your help.”

The young man turned a little red and said, “Yes ma’am, my, uh, pleasure.”

She closed the door and saw Rocky standing in the doorway to the bedroom with a big smile on his face. That was a shitty thing to do to me,” she said angrily.

“Hey, I didn’t lock you out,” he laughed. “Those packages are for you. Remember last time when he called you Amy? Well, it turns out that his chief of staff’s fourteen year old daughter is named Amy; so we got you a new outfit to wear.”

“Why did I have to sign for the new outfit?” she asked, clearly annoyed.

“Well, because of this.” He opened a box and lying on top was an envelope addressed ‘Personal to Senator Dodson.’

Marissa had no trouble deciphering the reason for the envelope. It was another payoff.

“Now, before we go meet your husband, we need to take care of that business,” he said as he pulled her to him and kissed her. “Get me hard,” he ordered.

When she knelt at his feet and unzipped his pants, she found that his cock was already at half-mast. The episode with the bellboy had probably turned him on she thought as she took his smooth cockhead between her lips.

It didn’t take long before he was fully erect, but Rocky seemed to enjoy looking down as her head bobbed up and down on his pole. Of course, it felt wonderful, but he definitely didn’t want to cum in her mouth. He wanted to fill her cunt with his sperm while her unwitting husband was down in the casino. He pulled her head back and pointed to the couch. “Bend over,” he commanded. “I want to take you from behind.”

She leaned over and put her hands on the arm of the couch, presenting her backside to him. Rocky wasted no time in moving up behind her and pushing himself inside of her and was please that she was already wet. “What a delightful little slut,” he thought to himself as he began pumping.

Marissa was ashamed of herself. Not for giving in so easily, but because of the way her body was responding to his thrusts. It felt good. She started to breathe heavily as he pounded into her. There was no love involved in this; it was all about domination and yet she felt his thick cock bringing her to an orgasm; an orgasm that she craved. It was an itch that Brad didn’t always satisfy, and she couldn’t help herself as she cried out in pleasure. She felt Rocky erupt inside of her and she again cried out as her body responded delightfully.

Satisfying Marissa was not a priority for Rocky and as soon as he finished ejaculating, he pulled out. His main goal tonight was not the domination of the woman, but of cuckolding her unsuspecting husband. He just wanted to secretly gloat; knowing that soon he would be making small talk with her husband who wouldn’t know that Rocky’s sperm was inside of the princess’s cunt. “Why don’t you put on that red dress and we’ll go meet your husband for dinner,” he said as he zipped up his pants.

Marissa was just catching her breath as she realized what he planned. Trying to regain some control, she said, “I’d like to take a quick shower if you don’t mind.”

“Oh, but I do mind. Now put on the red dress; I’m in a hurry.”

She turned her chin up and replied, “The maid took it to iron.”

“Well then, why don’t we see what’s in the closet,” he replied.

She thought that at least she wouldn’t have to wear her hooker outfit. She marched over to the closet and opened it triumphantly, expecting to see the other things that she had hung up, but not the red dress. And there it was, all hung up and looking sizzling.

He walked over to the dresser and opened a drawer that she assumed would be empty, but she saw it was filled with unopened packages of various shades of pantyhose. He pulled out a package of tight knit, black fishnet pantyhose. “I like these. Put these on,” and he handed them to her. “And you know what? I think that you’re right. Instead of the red dress put this on.” He walked to the closet and unhooked a black leather miniskirt from a hanger and handed it to her.

Marissa held it up to her waist and thought that at least it came down to mid-thigh, but then he handed her a blue blouse that was almost see-through. “I can’t wear this,” she stated.

“There’re bras in the drawer. Put on a white one,” he said smugly. “Now hurry up and get dressed.

She took the blouse and in defiance said, “I need to pee first.”

“Not yet; you can pee after we meet up with your husband.” He knew that his cum would be leaking from her cunt and it would give him one more notch in his battle of supremacy over her unsuspecting husband; a battle that her husband wasn’t even aware that he was fighting, much less losing.

“Rocky, you did that to me when I flew home last time and I got on the plane smelling like a whorehouse.”

He smiled with a shrug. After a moment’s thought, he decided he would be content knowing that his sperm was swimming in her womb while he chatted with her clueless husband. Besides, it was probably a good idea to give her a win once in a while. “Okay, you win princess.” As she started toward the bathroom he added, “But no underwear.”

Resigned, Marissa started to open the package. “But Rocky, these don’t...” She didn’t bother finishing. The fishnets were crotchless and she realized that he probably already knew that. After she’d peed Rocky walked in while she tried to clean herself as much as she could.

He watched while she sat and pulled the fishnet over the toes of her right foot then slid it up to mid-calf before repeating the process with her left foot. Standing Marissa pulled the hose up her thighs and then around her waist. Rocky felt his groin stirring again. But there was no time to fuck her again, so he just handed her the skirt and helped her zip it up.

She looked down and saw that the skirt wasn’t quite as long as she’d first thought, but at least there was a few inches between the hem and her crotch.

While she put on new lipstick, he said, “You know princess, the Senator and the judge have both been asking about you.” She just gave a disgusted look as she looked at him in the mirror before getting up to leave.

When they were getting on the elevator, another guest was already going down. “Mr. Manaford, how is your room?” Rocky asked the man.

“It’s okay Rocky, but I prefer my usual room. I should have called ahead to let you know I was coming.” The man looked Marissa over, approvingly.

“Marissa, this is Mr. Manaford. He’s Mr. Monassario’s right hand man.”

“Mr. Monassario?” she asked.

“Yes, do you know him?” asked Manaford.

“Well, I was a, a friend of Tony Monassario and I met his uncle at Tony’s house.”

“Oh, now I remember where I saw you. You were at his housewarming party. You charmed the Don with your Italian.” He reached out and gently took her hand. “And you were with Tony when he died, right?” he asked, looking her up and down. “So, what are you doing in Vegas?”

“Oh, I’m doing some web development for Rocky and Alexandria.”

“Yes, that’s one of her many talents,” said Rocky with a smirk. “She’s been a great help entertaining some important people as well.”

Marissa shot Rocky a look full of daggers as Manaford smiled a knowing smile. “Oh, I see.” He paused for a second and still looking her up and down, he added, “Tony had great taste in broads.” He looked back at Rocky, “You know, I’d like to take her out; sort of a re-acquaintance with the family.”

Marissa was really annoyed that Manaford was talking directly to Rocky about her availability.

“I imagine that we can free her up for a date sometime,” said Rocky. “I tell you what, since we didn’t give you your usual room you two can have dinner on the club in our private dining room Monday night.”