Shooting On the Strip

Luke and Brandy Fontaine go to Las Vegas to investigate a fraud and stumble upon a shooting on The Strip!

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Shooting On the Strip

Copyright © 2014 Selena Cooper

ISBN: 978-1-77111-909-2

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Shooting On the Strip

The Fontaines, Book Two

By

Selena Cooper

Having this much fun could be dangerous!

Luke and I were on the jet headed for Las Vegas. I’d never been, so I was propped up on one of the divans in the back researching the place for an article I was hoping to write. As a freelance journalist, I hoped there was something new I’d be able to discover, even though so much had already been written about “the city of lights” or “Sin City.” If I couldn’t learn anything new about the place, I was sure to find some interesting people to write about.

While I was lounging with my laptop in the back of the plane, Luke was on his laptop in the front of the plane. He was chatting with a colleague—the one we were going to see—and the guy was sharing his screen with Luke. I imagine he wanted Luke to be thinking about a solution to whatever problem we were going out to investigate. Luke hadn’t said much about it yet. I knew he would, but the trip came up so suddenly that he hadn’t had time.

As I scrolled through links provided by my search engine, I was notified that Luke was calling my computer.

I answered the video call, and my husband’s handsome face popped up on my screen.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he said, with a wicked grin.

“Hiya, handsome. What are you up to?”

“No good, I assure you.” He leaned back and looked at me. “You have on a lot of clothes.”

“Do I?”

He nodded. “You should take that blouse off and get comfortable.”

Smiling, I began slowly unbuttoning my red silk blouse. “Are you sure?” Once I’d undone three buttons, I pushed the shirt aside, revealing my lacy black bra. I ran my fingertip inside the cup. “I might get a little chilly.”

“Aw, take a chance.”

I finished unbuttoning the blouse and let it fall off my shoulders.

Luke drew in a breath. “Beautiful, baby. Beautiful.”

I giggled and unsnapped the front closure of the bra. I leisurely pushed the cups aside. We were newlyweds and hadn’t had computer sex before, but I was pretty certain of what he wanted. “See? My nipples are already hard.” I rolled my nipples between my index fingers and thumbs.

“I’m already hard too.”

“Then get back here,” I said.

“Not yet. Show me more.”

I sat the laptop down and stood, adjusting the camera angle before letting the blouse drop onto the floor. I took my bra off and tossed it toward the laptop. I undid my jeans and slid them down over my hips. My little window in the corner showed me what Luke was seeing while my main window let me appreciate how much he was enjoying my performance.

I was wearing the panties that matched the bra, but I didn’t take them off right away. I wanted to do it in the most tantalizing way. After all, we were going to a place where there were so many professional strippers, they probably had their own union.

Maybe I shouldn’t take the panties off yet. I mean, it was called strip
tease
for a reason.

I cupped my breasts and pushed them together as I stepped forward and leaned in closer to the camera. I fondled my nipples and stroked my breasts seductively. “I want you. I’m getting wet.”

“Take those panties off and show me.”

I turned and took a couple of steps forward. I slipped one hand into the back of my panties and looked over my shoulder.

“Oh, yeah. Show me that sweet ass.”

I wiggled out of the wisp of black lace in a way I hoped was provocative. I stepped out of them and stood on the balls of my feet to run my palms down my thighs as I bent forward.

“Mmm…that’s it,” said Luke. “Now turn around. I want to see your pussy.”

I sat on the edge of the divan opposite the one where I’d put the laptop. I adjusted my position so that Luke could get a good view of anything and everything I wanted him to see.

At first, I sat sideways where Luke could only see my leg.

“So you won’t show me?” he asked.

“You haven’t shown me anything,” I said. “You haven’t even taken your shirt off.”

“The pilot’s cabin is open.”

I caressed my leg. “Close it.”

Luke got up and went out of my frame of vision. I heard him close the door. When he came back, he’d taken off his shirt.

“Happy?” he asked.

“I’m getting there.”

“Your turn.”

“I don’t have anything else to take off,” I said.

“No, but you have something I want to see.”

With a husky giggle, I shifted my position and spread my legs. With my index fingers, I parted my pussy lips. I began stroking my clit with the middle finger of my right hand.

Luke groaned.

“Are you hard?” I asked.

“You know I am.”

“Show me.”

He stood and unfastened his jeans. Before he even took them down, I could see his erection straining at the front of his pants. I rubbed my clit faster.

Luke pushed his laptop back so I could see him stroking his hard cock. “Is this what you want, baby?”

“Oh, yeah.” I slid two fingers into my pussy. “Please come and give it to me. Can’t you see how hot and wet I am for you?”

“I want you to make yourself cum for me first,” he said. “Cum, and then I’ll be in there to eat that pussy. Would you like that?”

Those words, my fingers going in and out of my pussy, and my thumb rubbing against my clit put me over the edge. I shuddered and bit my lip as I came for him.

True to his word, as soon as he’d watched me come, he closed his laptop and came back into the part of the cabin where I was sitting. He licked the fingers I’d just taken from my pussy and then knelt in front of me. He held my legs open and licked my cunt from the back to my clit. The sensation of his tongue on my already-sensitive pussy made me cry out with pleasure. It was almost too much to bear.

He gently grasped my clit with his teeth and sucked.

I whimpered and then begged, “Please give me that cock. Please!”

He raised his head, blowing on my pussy before he spoke. “Where do you want it?”

“Wherever you want to put it.”

He stood before me, inviting me to return the favor. I opened my mouth and sucked hungrily on his dick. Had I not been so horny, I’d have teased him first. But I wanted him to want me as badly as I wanted him. He grabbed my head as he thrust into my mouth.

Then he suddenly pushed me away. “Turn around. I’ve got to have that pussy.”

His voice was thick and husky, and I turned and bent over.

He plunged his cock into my cunt and held my hips as he rode me hard. He gave me a couple of sharp slaps on the ass to further titillate me.

“Rub your clit,” he said.

I moaned. “No. I can’t stand it.”

“Do it, or I’ll stop.”

I immediately put two fingers on my clit.

“That’s it,” he said. “Tell me how that feels.”

“So good. So, so good!”

“Do it faster…”

I did as he asked, frantically massaging my clit as he drove deeper and harder within me. I was screaming so loudly when we both came that I was certain that people on the ground heard me.

When I was laying in Luke’s arms enjoying the afterglow, I asked “Do you think the crew heard me?”

“Nah,” he said, but he was trying to hide a smile as he burrowed his face into my hair.

We landed at a private airport where a limo was waiting to take us to the Bellagio. It was just past one o’clock in the afternoon, and we were meeting Luke’s colleague for dinner at six. We’d have a little while to stretch our legs and explore after we checked into the hotel.

Along the way, I looked out the window at the famous Strip. So many adjectives went through my mind. The first was
gaudy
. But that was immediately followed by
magnificent
…and
opulent
…
over the top
…
extraordinary.
Even after researching the place, I was unprepared for the grandeur of it all. I’d never seen so many lights…so much gold…so much neon.

There was the Sphinx…the Eiffel Tower…the MGM lion…and the Statue of Liberty! Gee, I felt like I’d traveled the world in just a couple of minutes!

And then there was the huge, curved Italian-style hotel known as the Bellagio. I’d read it was inspired by the Lake Como town.

“It looks like there’s a not-leaning Tower of Pisa in the center,” I said to Luke.

He smiled and then kissed my cheek. “I love seeing things through your eyes. It’s like seeing them for the first time all over again. Except you notice things I never have.”

“I didn’t grow up used to things like this,” I said. “Wow!” I pointed at the fountains in the middle of the clear blue lake. “That’s gorgeous!”

“Wait until tonight when you see it choreographed with music and lights.”

I hugged him. “I can hardly wait.”

“There’s so much I want to show you,” he said. “I don’t know where to start.”

“Well, since we’re here, let’s start with our hotel.”

We walked between the Chinese lions into the huge lobby of the Bellagio. I looked up at the large multi-colored glass chandelier.

“Wow,” I said. “That’s gorgeous.”

“It’s called the Fiori di Como,” said Luke. “It was created by the sculptor Dale Chihuly. There are two thousand hand-blown blossoms in that chandelier.”

“I see touches of it around the room too.”

“There are also some for sale in the gift shop if you’d like one,” he said.

I smiled. “We’ll take a look later.”

We walked on over to the marble-top check-in desk with the inlays of gilded gold vines on the front.

Luke checked us in and got our keys, and we went to the elevator.

We lucked out and were the only ones going up, so we made out all the way up to our suite.

The suite was luxurious. In the living room, there was a beige sofa with matching arm chairs. The sofa and chairs were accented with red pillows. An oval coffee table rounded out the conversation area.

The dining room within the open floor plan consisted of a buffet and a highly-polished round wooden table and chairs. A vase of red tulips in the center of the table served to complement the red of the accent pillows in the living room. The stools in front of the wet bar were taller companions to the dining room chairs.

I strolled on through the dining room and into the bedroom. The bedroom was decorated in creams and browns. The king-sized bed had a thick ecru down comforter, a cluster of pillows, and a large oblong chocolate brown pillow. There was a bench at the bottom of the bed—which I loved for putting on my shoes—and there was a reading area with two armchairs on either side of a table with a built in lamp.

The bellhop brought up our bags, and Luke gave him a generous tip. I hung our clothing in the closet and was starting to put away our toiletries when Luke stopped me.

“Come on,” he said. “You can do that when you get back. I thought you wanted to explore.”

“I do…but I want our things to be nice and neat when we come back here to get ready for dinner.”

“You’ll look beautiful at dinner, and you know it. Let’s go.”

I smiled. “All right. So…where to first?”

“You tell me.”

“I’d like to see more of the hotel,” I said. “I don’t care much about the casinos because I’ve always been afraid to gamble. I don’t want to leave Las Vegas wearing a barrel. What else is there to see?”

Luke threw back his head and laughed. “More than you could see in a lifetime. But we’ll start with the Strip.”

“Could we go to the conservatory and botanical gardens first?” I asked. “I’ve read so much about it.”

“Of course.”