Romance in Vegas - Showgirl! (17 page)

Pulling up from her, he kissed her breasts,
her stomach then lower, between her legs. "Oh," he groaned, "my
Dani, you're still shaving then?" But, his voice grew muffled as
his tongue roved between her legs, then rolled inside. She felt two
of his fingers enter her then, in and out, along with his tongue
darting here and there. She stiffened and cried out at the
sensation.

"Now," she pleaded with him.

He laughed softly, but just kept up with it,
as she cried out again and again.

Hovering over her now, tongue rolling on his
own lips, he grinned down at her. "Mmmm, you want me Dani?"

She nodded, unable to speak.

"How much?"

It was her turn to groan now. "Please," she
said weakly.

"A lot?" His fingers came back inside her
now, moving in and out sensuously, spreading her wetness.

"A lot," she gasped.

Kissing and nipping her breasts again, with
his hand on one breast, he guided himself to her opening with his
other hand.

"You're sure now, Dani?"

She heard him laughing softly.

"Now," she said urgently.

"You've got it," he whispered, pushing into
her.

She cried out, moving against him
instinctively, quickly, loving the sensation of him inside her.

"You want to take it all, Dani?" he
whispered.

Her eyes flew open.

"You're sure now?"

She nodded.

He groaned and drew himself all the way into
her, pumping in and out, while she gasped with pleasure.

"Your pussy is so fucking tight," he
whispered, "so tight and nice."

But then he stopped thrusting. She looked up
at him.

"Do you love me Dani?" he whispered
urgently.

"I love you. I do love you..." her voice
trailed off as he began thrusting again. His movements were quick
and strong, as she tensed, cried out, and gripped his arms.

His lips roved up and down her neck as his
thrusts slowed.

"Is it...is it over?" she asked him.

Laughing softly, he drew himself up and
looked at her. "Do you want it to be?"

"No. Not really."

"You just have to stop moving like that
against me, or I'll come too soon."

She sighed and smoothed his hair as he still
stroked himself slowly within her.

"Dani, tell me again."

"I love you."

"And again.

"I love you." She looked up at him. His eyes
were deep blue in the twilight.

She sighed, and thought she'd remember this
moment forever.

He stopped, drew a breath, and continued
slowly. "Delizioso," he whispered. "Just fucking delicious."

His lips moved to her breasts as he sucked
one then the other, with his tongue teasing the nipples, his teeth
nipping and playing. He noticed her sharp intake of breath. "You
like that," he said softly, "I do too, Dani."

Every time he whispered, a feeling grew
within her then was released.

His hand came up and massaged one breast then
the other, drawing them, guiding them to his lips.

Dani gasped, as he slowed again.

But this time, he couldn't stop. Drawing
himself up from her, he drew a steady rhythm, with his eyes closed,
faster then deeper, giving her all of him. She heard him whispering
in Italian, "Ti amo...bella..." He drew a shaky breath, "Dani, come
with me, come with me now..."

She felt herself tightening and she gasped,
drowning in the sensation and feel of him, reveling in it, loving
it as she loved him. He stiffened, pulsed, and she smiled as she
realized he'd found his release. She stroked the hard muscles on
his arms, then down his back, as he let out a long sigh.

"Dani," he breathed, as he slowed, "tell me
it was good for you." He kissed her cheek, then down her neck,
nuzzling the base of her throat.

"It was wonderful."

"I wanted your first time to be good."

She was quiet.

He drew back and balanced on his arms looking
down at her.

She whispered, "It really was my first time.
And it really was good."

Smiling, he kissed her lips softly, but still
stayed inside her, not wanting it to end.

Chapter 15

Al watched Dani move around the kitchen the
next morning, making coffee and talking to him about inane little
things, like the garden, her computer, the fact that Kim and
Charlene called yesterday. Her hair was at the nape of her neck,
wrapped around itself in a loose bun she'd fastened somehow, and
her feet were bare. The sight of her stirred him, a feeling that he
always wanted to be with her, all the time, non-stop.

He remembered the night before, how she'd
blown his mind with her sensuality. He really held himself back. He
didn't want to hurt her, but he'd wanted to have sex with her again
and again just to recreate the feeling within him.

In the end, he hadn't. He'd just held her as
she drifted off to sleep. And he'd woken this morning with an
enormous hard-on so bad he'd had to take a cold shower.

"Are you listening to me?" she said, waving
her hand in front of his face. Her green eyes appraised him
carefully. "Did you hear what I said?"

He grinned at her sheepishly. "Just thinking
about last night."

She flushed. It reminded him of the first
time he'd seen her in bra and panties. She'd flushed then too. And,
he'd been more than turned on at the sight of her.

"Well, what I was saying is, do you ever
transfer people in the casinos to different positions?"

"We post them on the board. People can apply.
Why?"

She looked thoughtful. "I have someone who I
think should apply for a different shift. A friend of mine."

"You know, Dani, you haven't had the bad
dreams while you've been here. I just realized it the other day.
You must feel secure. It makes me wonder if you should stay here
instead of the casino."

She didn't answer.

"Also," she said finally, as if she hadn't
heard him, "one of your cage count employees had Vito pegged as a
thief before surveillance caught him in the act."

"Who?" He was astonished. How had she found
that out?

"His name is Michael. He works in soft
count."

His mind went back to his trip to
surveillance that day. The angry man throwing chairs. "He had Vito
spotted then?"

"Well, it was really simple. Michael said he
was the only one with pockets. I should have told you, and you
could have taken it and handled it."

As he watched her, while she poured his
coffee, his eyes took in all of her, roved over her hungrily.
"Would you like to come with me today?"

"I thought the doctor--"

"They don't know everything. You need the
casino. You miss it, right?"

Ruefully, she admitted, "Yes. I really do.
The people, the lights, the sounds of the slots, waving to the
dealers. And performing. The audiences. Even the cafeteria."

"Well, go get ready woman. I don't have all
day."

He warned her, but she still wasn't prepared
for the shock of reporters waiting for her as she stepped out of
his car. Flashes went off in her face, as she raised her hand over
her eyes.

"Hey guys...and gals," Al told them, "give
her a little room here, okay?"

But a younger one was especially persistent.
"Dani, how about an interview?" he asked, as he dogged them to the
front doors of the casino.

She gave him her best smile. "Sure. Set it up
with Angie in Public Relations."

"Are you sure you want to do that?" Al asked
her, as they walked into the first floor coffee shop.

"Oh, he doesn't mean any harm. I've seen him
before. He's just trying to make a living like everyone else."

They sat, and Al made a call.

Lefty and Teeny came in a few minutes later.
They gave her Hollywood hugs, afraid they would hurt her.

"Dani," Teeny said, as he pulled up a chair,
"how 'ya doing?"

"Great. I'm ready to go back to work," she
replied.

Al laughed. "I think it's more a case of
cabin fever. She won't be back for another two weeks at least."

"'Ey," the big man said, "the shiner's gone.
See?"

Dani laughed.

"Reporters out front?" Lefty asked.

"The usual," Al sighed. "You see any problem
with Dani doing an interview?"

Lefty looked at her and said, "No."

"Not dressed like this, though," she said,
pointing to her jeans, boots and t-shirt. "I need something
dressier. Knock their socks off."

"Hey, wait a minute," Al said, "let's not get
carried away Dani. I'll have to get with Angie, see what she
thinks." There was a trace of jealousy in his voice, an edge that
Dani hadn't heard before.

Dani ignored it and said to Lefty, "So how is
Miss Stutgart doing?"

He shrugged and took a slug of his coffee.
"The usual. Can't figure out how to get that pole up and out of her
ass."

Smiling now, she said, "Admit it. You like
her. I know you do, Lefty."

"What are you, resident matchmaker or
something?" he muttered.

But just then, a whole procession of people
came in the coffee shop to see Dani. Al thought word of Dani's
return must have spread fast. One by one, they either hugged her or
stood grinning. Most of the dancers, Kim, Adriene, Nat Davis,
dayshift dealers, the count team Maude, Linda, Freddy, Michael; the
audit team, Sung Li, Harold, Christie; Nola, Charlene and the
guards Matt, Jason and Candy. Even Stutgart showed up, with Lefty
eyeing her the whole time.

Al just lounged back in his seat, watching
the entire spectacle. He'd never seen the likes of it in all his
years in the casino, that someone could produce such a following in
such a short time.

By the time nine o'clock came, she was
looking a little tired, so he suggested they go up to the penthouse
before he had to check the dancers in the theater.

"I've never seen the bedroom in here," she
joked with him on the elevator, "is there anything I should know
about?"

A smile quirked his lips. "You mean boxes and
boxes of condoms? No, not at all. I think you'll like it."

And, like it she did. "Look at the view!" she
said excitedly, "It's better than the view from the den. And the
bedspread is so soft, what is it made of?"

"I don't know. My designer did it for me. I
thought it was a good choice."

Looking underneath the spread, she commented,
"No satin sheets?"

Laughing, walking towards her, he said,
"Never liked them. Too slimy."

She sat now on the bed, and he ran a hand
down her hair as he stood next to her. "Did I ever tell you about
your fragrance? How I love it?"

"I don't wear perfume usually," she said
softly, "but I will if you want me to."

"No. You smell clean, fresh. Even after our
lovemaking." Sitting next to her on the bed, he kissed down to the
hollow of her neck. "So, you enjoyed it? Last night, I mean?"

Her skin was so soft, he thought, so
kissable. He listened to her small gasp as she tipped her head
back.

"Will you...again tonight?" she
whispered.

"I'll look forward to it all day long. I
treasure my moments with you, Dani. I love you so much. Almost too
much."

She pulled back and looked at him curiously.
"What do you mean?"

But he just smiled, stood, and held his hand
out for her. He brought both her hands to his lips, kissing the
back of both her hands, then her palms.

"That sends shivers through me when you do
that," she whispered.

"I'll have to do it more often," he said
softly, kissing them again. "We'd better go down now. You can sit
with me and see what I see when you walk across the stage."

She nodded.

They arrived at the theater five minutes
later, and she sat next to Al, with Nat Davis on the other side of
her, as she waved at the women, on break now.

"Hi Sugar!" Kim called to her.

Dani watched them enviously, even as they
wore leotards. Just to stretch and flex, and dance again. It was
like a physical longing within her, a pain that couldn't be
reduced.

She thought back to the night when she was
lunged at, accosted so brutally, and she thought of Nola's words
about the audience and barriers. There was no barrier anymore for
Dani. She would need to be constantly on guard, not only for
herself but for the other dancers as well. She was leader, out
front, accessible. And a niggling fear began in the back of her
mind, as she thought about performing again.

"Next up," Al whispered, breaking her train
of thought.

She watched Lorali walk across the stage, and
she was stunned at the amount of weight the woman had put on while
Dani was recovering. Pads of fat were starting to form on her hips,
and her thighs were big, along with her upper arms.

"Any suggestions?" he muttered.

"Ask what type of diet she's on," she
whispered.

He asked the question, and Lorali just
stopped and looked at him blankly. "It doesn't have a name," she
snapped, "just salads and like that."

"You need a new type then," he countered back
bluntly, "let me know."

Tony sat in Kim's room, lounging in a chair.
He thought about Kim now, as he constantly seemed to be doing
lately.

The last time he came into town was just two
weeks ago. He'd stepped off the plane and found the casino limo;
thought she'd forgotten him as the limo appeared empty.

But as the man pulled out, and started down
the highway, Tony heard a sound from the very back seat of the
limo. Looking around, he couldn't believe his eyes.

Kim sat naked, except for a garter belt,
stockings and three inch heels, with her long black hair pulled
over her breasts. Her legs were wide open. "Welcome to Vegas," she
told him in her husky voice.