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Subject: {ASSM} "Pete" A Young Man's Story  (mFf)  Chapter 37
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CHAPTER 37


I was sleeping hard, and the next thing I knew Kristen was shaking me
awake, telling me it was time to get ready.
She said that the place we were going to was very nice and I should
wear my suit. She also said that for the first time in several days I
should shave. I had never let my beard grow before and I was kind of
getting used to it, but it felt good when I removed it.



She had been in the bathroom putting on finishing touches, and I was
in the bedroom putting on my shoes. She had started getting ready
ahead of me, and we both finished about the same time.
She walked in just as I stood up.

We were both surprised to see each other dressed formally. It had been
a while. She was wearing the dress I first saw her in at the Gilroy's
football party and she looked fabulous. I was about to say something,
when she looked strangely at me and said, "My God you're handsome."

I smiled and said, "And you're beautiful, but why do you act
surprised?"

She smiled back and said, "I'm a little jealous! I'm not used to going
out with guys who are prettier than I am."

I laughed and picked her up in my arms.

She smiled back and said, "Put me down before you mess up my make up."

When I set her down, she put her hand on the front of my pants and
said, "When we get back tonight, I'm going to wear this thing out." 
Then she ran out of the room before I had a chance to grab her.

We went next door to Mom's suite and she was on the phone. When she
hung up, she said, "There will be a car here for us in a half hour. We
have to meet it at the front entrance." Then she called out, "Amy, are
you almost ready?"

Amy came out wearing a dress I hadn't seen before. It was just a
simple thing with spaghetti straps and a pleated skirt, but she looked
gorgeous.
Her hair was pulled back, and she was wearing heels. When she came
into the room, she moved with the same flowing walk she had used on
stage last night, and the effect was startling. I was about to say
something when the door opened, and Ben and Kate came in.

We talked a little, then with about ten minutes to go, there was a
knock on the door. I was closest and went to open it, but Mom said,
"Let me!" and stepped in front of me. 
But instead of opening it wide, she opened it just enough to step
through, and pulled it closed behind her.
A few seconds later she came back in, followed by a very handsome
young guy carrying a rose. He was dressed in a black tux and looked to
be in his mid-twenties. Something about him was familiar, but before I
had a chance to think about it, he went to Amy, handed her the rose
and said, "Nice to see you again."

Amy was staring with a blank look on her face, and Mom said,
"Everybody, this is Earl. Kristen's dad and I decided Amy needed an
escort tonight. Earl was one of the dancers on stage last night, and
he agreed to come along."

Earl gestured to Amy and said, "I didn't just agree to come along.
When I found out I would be with this breathtaking creature, I leaped
at the chance!"

Then he smiled at her. I spent maybe half a second, if that, in
deciding that he had way too many teeth and they were entirely too
white.

We went to the lobby entrance and Tomaso was waiting there. He was,
with one of the most beautiful Asian girls I'd ever seen. Resplendent
in a long white dress, she was tall, very slender, and her jet-black
hair was hanging past her waist. He introduced her as "Lu" and said
they were coming with us.

I happened to glance at Mom, and I thought I saw a hint of
disappointment. But it quickly went away.

The "Car" turned out to be a stretch limousine, and we all piled in. 

Nobody but Kristen had been to where we were going, so she regaled us
with tales of how "Anybody who was anybody," always went there when
they were in Las Vegas. And when we got there, I could see why.

The place was typical Las Vegas in that everything was over-stated.
It had tall parapets on each corner, and twin concrete Roman soldiers
guarded the entry. Each was twenty feet high and had arms as big as
trees.

Satin ropes lined the walkway into the place, and a small crowd of
people was standing outside them. When we got out of the car,
flashbulbs went off, and some girls started chanting, "Tomaso,
Tomaso!"

He smiled and waved at them, and we hurried inside, to many more
flashbulbs.

The inside reminded me of Herb's restaurant in Mexico, except it was
fancier and lots bigger. The walls appeared to be natural concrete and
hanging tapestries were everywhere.

Kristen led us past a maze of small, exquisitely furnished rooms
packed with people to the back of the place. On the way, I saw at
least three major movie stars, including one who was famous mostly for
her giant tits and her rock-star husband. We ended up in a beautifully
appointed room. The walls were draped, and sitting in the middle of
the room was a huge round table and a bunch of high-backed chairs. The
table looked like it was carved out of solid wood, and the chair backs
were at least six feet high. There was a man in a tuxedo at the door,
and Mr. Mariani was seated, facing us. As we came in he stood up and
welcomed us, then he immediately went to Mom, kissed her hand, and
seated her to the right of his chair. Each setting had a place card
except the one next to Mom. Kristen sat to his left, then me, Amy,
Earl, Kate, Ben, Tomaso, and Lu.

Mr. Mariani nodded to the man in the tuxedo. The fellow walked to the
doorway and pulled a curtain across it as he left.

Kristen looked at the empty chair and started to say something to her
dad, but he saw her and held his finger to his lips.

A curtain on the other side of the room opened and two girls dressed
in harem outfits came in. Each was carrying a huge carafe of wine and
they began filling our glasses. The girls were barefoot and both were
gorgeous. The outfits they had on were filmy, but you couldn't quite
see anything.

Kristen leaned to me and whispered, "Their outfits are for you, me,
and Amy. If it's an older crowd, they come in topless."

I whispered back, "What about the wine? They must know we're under
age?"

"My father has some pull here, and promised he'd keep his eye on us."

Suddenly I heard a gasp, and Mom stood up.

I was wondering what had happened, then I followed her eyes. Standing
in the doorway, looking great in his dark blue pilot's uniform, was
Dad!

Mom went to him and gave him a big kiss and hug, and he walked with
her to Mr. Mariani, shook his hand, and said, "After all the
conversations we've had, it's good to finally meet you in person.
Thank you very much for the way you're watching over things."

Mr. Mariani said, "My pleasure, sir; I was glad I could help. Let me
introduce you to my friends." And he took him to Lu and Tomaso.

Tomaso stood up when he walked over to them. Mr. Mariani introduced
them and they shook hands, then he held out his hand to Lu. Her eyes
had been lowered, and I watched in surprise as she slowly raised her
hand and her eyes to him. It was the sultriest look I ever saw, and I
think it startled Dad, because I saw his body tense as she looked
fully into his eyes.

I glanced at Kristen and she was smiling. 
I said, "Did you see that?"

She nodded, and whispered, "Look at your Mom."

Mom had pulled herself up to her full height and was looking intently
at Lu. She had a thin smile on her lips, but I knew her well enough to
tell the smile was strictly for show.
 
Lu had put out her hand in the ' palm down' position, so Dad could
kiss it, but after a quick side-glance at Mom, he took it, turned it
up and shook it instead. 

He then went to Kate, hugged and kissed her, and said a few words;
then he moved to Ben. He wrapped his arms around him and they began
banging each other on the back.

Kristen poked me in the side, and said, "Look at Lu."

All through their greeting, the woman had never once looked at Mom.
Her eyes were still staring at Dad's face.

Kristen grinned and said, "It looks like the Baker charm is present in
your dad, as well. Maybe we should throw a glass of cold water on Lu
before your mom takes her outside and kicks her ass."

I was laughing as Dad stepped to Amy, hugged her and talked to her for
a moment, then hugged her again as she introduced him to Earl.

I heard her say, "Earl. This is my dad," and it made me feel good.

Finally, he came to Kristen and I. He hugged her and me; then he
kissed me on the cheek.

Dad has always kissed me. He's done it for as long as I can remember.
He used to kiss me on the mouth until one day my friends saw him do it
and teased me about it. Now he just kisses me on the cheek and I have
no problem with it at all. He's my dad and I love him.

He stood back, looked at both of us and said, "You two make quite a
team. I heard what you did, and I'm proud of both of you."

Kristen was beaming, but I was a little embarrassed, so I thought I'd
change the subject. I said, "How did you hear about what happened?"

"I was peacefully sleeping in Chicago, when the phone rang. It was our
night dispatcher from the main office and he patched the call to me
from Kristen's dad. He told me what happened, and assured me you were
both okay; then he suggested that I come out and check for myself. So
I dead-headed here on the first flight that was open."

"But, Dad, I thought you weren't able to get away for another week or
so." 

He grinned and said, "So did I, but it's amazing what a call from a US
senator can do. Especially one who's the chairman of the
transportation  appropriations subcommittee."

"So, how long can you stay?"

"There's a flight out at five PM day after tomorrow, so I have two
days. Do you think you can stay out of trouble till then?"

We agreed we would do our best, and just then the staff started
bringing in food, so we all sat down.

The serving girls brought in a bunch of appetizers, and a little
later, four big guys dressed in loincloths came in. Two were carrying
a whole suckling pig, and the other two had a platter big enough to
sleep in, filled with sweet potatoes, candied yams, and a bunch of
things I couldn't even identify. Two of them left, and the two that
stayed, carved the pig and served everyone. The serving girls stayed
and made sure everything was just right; then they sat cross-legged on
pillows, watching and making sure all the wine and water glasses were
kept full. 
Dessert was a huge cake shaped like the building were in and covered
with fresh fruit. The girls cut and served us, and each piece was at
least eight inches high. 

After two cups of the best coffee I'd ever tasted, the guy in the tux
returned and led us to a large room. There was a dance floor, and
several couples were moving around to a five-piece band that was
playing softly in the background.

We all sat down and let our dinner settle a little.

There were maybe twenty tables in the room. Over half were full, and
more people were coming in. The people there were very handsome and
very well dressed. This was definitely a place for high rollers. I
could only guess what the dinner must have cost.

Sitting at the table next to us were two women and a young girl in a
wheelchair who appeared to be around thirteen. It was difficult not to
stare at her, because she had the face of an angel. She seemed to be
enthralled by the people on the dance floor, and was following their
every move.

Earl took Amy to the dance floor, and I watched as they moved smoothly
around. He was a good dancer. His movements were a little exaggerated
because of his stage training, but Amy was obviously having a good
time.

But I kept looking at the little girl. She had watched Amy and Earl go
to the dance floor, and it was amazing to see the look in her eyes as
she followed their every move.

Kristen was busy talking with Tomaso, so when one of the ladies with
the little girl got up and headed for the powder room, I couldn't
resist an impulse. I caught up with her and said, "Pardon me, I
couldn't help seeing the little girl with you. I never saw anyone so
enthralled with people dancing. Is there a reason?"

She got a rather sober look on her face and said, "She started taking
dance lessons when she was five, and it became her whole life. That's
all she thought about until a year ago, when she was involved in an
auto accident that left her paralyzed."

"Is it permanent?"

"It's too soon to tell. They make huge strides in spinal cord repairs
all the time, so we have hopes. Why are you asking?"

"Would you mind if I danced with her?"

"How would you do that?"

"It doesn't look like she weighs very much; I could carry her in my
arms."

She said, "I'll tell you what. She has leg braces. If we lock them and
put her feet on top of yours, you can dance with her that way. I know
she'd get a big kick out of it, but you'd have to be careful."

I said, "Great, let's give it a try."

Her eyes got big as she put her hand on my shoulder and said, "Oh my
gosh, that would be wonderful. Let me talk to her mother."

She rushed back, and when she got about ten feet from their table, she
stopped and motioned for the other lady at the table to join us. 
She did, and the first lady explained what we wanted to do.

The other lady looked me up and down, and said, "Will you be careful?"

"Absolutely."

"What's your name?"

"Pete Baker. What's her name?"

"Sarah."

She turned and we followed her to the table. Her mother said, "Sarah,
this young man would like to speak with you."

I got a serious look on my face and said, "I saw you watching my
sister dance. I'd like to be able to dance that well, but I have
trouble with some of the steps. Would you help me?"

The prettiest eyes I ever saw looked up at me, and said, "Gee, I don't
know how I could hel --"

Before she had a chance to complete the sentence, I reached down, put
my hands under her arms and lifted her up. I held her that way while
her mother locked her braces, then we placed her feet on top of mine.

Her eyes were big as saucers as we started to move to the music. I
kept the serious look on my face, and said, "Here's where I have the
problem," and I deliberately shuffled a little as I made a turn.

I thought she would try to tell me where I went wrong. Instead, she
smiled and said, "They put you up to this, didn't they?"

"No! Why would you say that?"

"Because I saw you dancing on stage last night. You don't need lessons
from me."

I grinned and said, "Okay, but they didn't put me up to it. I made
myself a promise I would dance with the prettiest girl in the room and
that is most definitely you. So would you mind if we danced for a
while?"

With a big grin, she said, "Okay, but I have to be back in school in
about a week, so we'll have to cut it short," 

She put her arms around my neck, held on tight to steady herself, and
lay her head on my chest. It felt a little odd, because I was so much
taller than she was, but a funny thing happened. She was moving her
body a little in time with the music, and it actually became fun. She
was obviously having a good time as well, and I felt like I could have
danced all night that way.

Looking down at this waif of a girl, my heart went out to her. When
she would occasionally look up at me, I could see strength in her
eyes. This girl was going to be okay, no matter what.

We danced all through that tune and another one. But as the third one
started, I had to admit that the unusual way I was standing was
starting to get uncomfortable. Suddenly, there was a tap on my
shoulder, and Earl said, "This girl looks like a great dancer! Could I
cut in?"

I said, "Gee, I'm having a good time. But I guess a girl this pretty
has to make the rounds." 
So I carefully handed her off, and went back to our table.

Amy was watching Earl, smiling.

I said, "You told him to dance with her, didn't you?"

"No, it was his idea. He said it was a nice thing you did, and he saw
you were getting tired."

"He seems like a nice guy."
 
"Yes, he does. What do you think? Shall I marry him and start a
family?"

I guess I must have looked startled, because she laughed and said,
"Oh, don't worry, I just met him. We haven't even had sex yet." Then
she looked off in the distance and said, "Of course, it's still
early."

I glared at her, and she started laughing again.

When the song was over, Earl returned with Sarah and sat her down.

I walked over and said to her, "Well, did you give him some pointers?"

She was wearing an enormous grin, and she said, "Well, for a couple of
amateurs, you guys did okay." Then she grabbed each of our hands and
said, "Thanks, guys. I had a wonderful time."

We went back to our table, and both Kristen and Amy wanted to dance,
so we all went to the floor. The song was a slow one, and I noticed
Kristen was dancing especially close. As it went on, she got even
closer until she was actually rubbing herself against me.

I finally said, "You're feeling pretty frisky, aren't you?"

She answered, "That was an amazingly sweet thing you did. That, and
what happened this afternoon has got me very horny."

I grinned and said, "Didn't I hear that we had an appointment later?"

"Yes we did, so save your energy!"

The band picked that moment to take a break. When we got back to the
table there was a man standing a few feet away from the table talking
with Tomaso. We were just sitting down when Tomaso looked over at us
and said, "Kristen, can I talk to you for a minute?"

She went to them, and after a few seconds, I saw her grin and nod her
head. She dashed back to me and said, "I'll be back in a few minutes."
Then she, Tomaso and the guy left the room.

I asked everybody at the table what was going on, but nobody seemed to
know.

Mom, Dad, Kate, and Ben were laughing and talking, and Earl was
explaining to Amy what being a dancer in Vegas was about, so seeing
that Lu was alone, I went over and sat next to her.

I said, "Do you live here in Las Vegas?"

"No, I live in Spain."

"Spain! But your English is perfect!"

"I was born in Los Angeles. I moved to Spain several years ago."

"Is that where you met Tomaso?"

"Yes, I have a place in Marbella. It's on the southern coast."

"I didn't see you last night. Were you at the show?"

"No, I spent New Year's Eve at home; then I came here."

I was amazed, and I said, "At home! You mean you flew all the way from
Spain last night?"

"Why yes, is that surprising?"

I was thinking about her having spent all of last night on an
airplane, and here she was, looking rested, and like she had been at a
spa for the last few days. I blurted out, "Gee, it looks like you just
got out of bed!"

She raised her eyebrows, and I stammered, "Oh, I-I'm sorry; I meant
that you are so pretty that it looks like you've been in bed for --"

She was laughing now, and she put her hand on my arm to stop me.

She stopped laughing, squeezed my arm, and said, "My, you're solid as
a rock." Then she grinned again and said, "I assume you're trying to
be complimentary?"

"Yes! Please forgive me. It's just that you don't look like someone
who sat on an airplane all last night."

Her grin was wide now, and she said, "I'm teasing you. I spent from
Christmas until last night with my family in Los Angeles. The flight
here this morning took less then an hour."

Now that I had time to look at her, I realized how pretty she really
was. Her skin was as clear as Molly's was, and her almond eyes were so
deep and dark they were almost hypnotic. 
She was doing something with them that was disconcerting. Her eyes
don't dart from one place to another. They move slowly, and you find
yourself waiting and hoping they'll focus on you.
If they do, her gaze is unwavering and she doesn't even blink.

I was so busy looking at her I didn't see the band come back, and when
I looked over at them, I was surprised to see Kristen and Tomaso step
to a microphone. They played a short introduction, people quieted
down, and in a voice so clear it was amazing; Kristen started singing
Stardust.

When she got to the end of the first phrase, Thomas began. He sang the
same phrase, as she went on to the next one, and it went on that way.
Her carrying the song, and him repeating what she sang, until near the
end. Then they joined voices as a duet and sang the last few phrases
together. Their rendition was pure magic.

The people in the room were standing and applauding. Then Thomas took
the mic and pointed to Kristen, to more applause.

He then asked her to sing one more, and the people applauded loudly
again.

She took the mic; the band started, and she began singing Evergreen.
Her voice was unbelievable. She sounded like a younger, fresher Barbra
Streisand. She was looking at me the whole time and halfway through
she walked over to me and held out her hand. I stood up, and she sang
the rest of the song directly to me.

Her voice sent chills up and down my spine. It was absolutely
beautiful, and when the song ended, the applause was deafening.

Then a strange thing happened. Tomaso walked beside her, and said into
the microphone, "Ladies and Gentlemen, I present you, Kristen Baker!"

We sat surprised, as Kristen came running back to the table. She had a
huge smile on her face, and said, "Before anybody gets upset, let me
explain. The guy with Tomaso is his agent. He heard me sing at Mason's
last night, and asked me to do a number tonight. That's why I left the
table earlier. Tomaso and I went over the number we sang. He said he
was going to introduce me, and asked me what name to use. I knew Dad
wouldn't want me to use Mariani for political reasons, and Albertini
is too long, so the only name I could think of in a hurry was Baker.
Please don't be mad."

Dad looked at Mom, then at Amy at me and asked, "Is anybody upset?"

After we all shook our heads, he grinned at Kristen and said, "We're
not upset, Kristen; you can be a Baker for as long as you like."

Then everyone started talking to her about her beautiful voice.

Kristen was so happy she could barely talk, and it took her an hour to
calm down. The people in this place were too blas�(C) to make a big deal
out of things, but several gave her a 'thumbs up' when they went by
the table.

Then Mr. Mariani stood up and clinked his glass to get our attention,
and a waiter rolled up a serving cart. Sitting on it, was a block of
ice, and on top of the ice was a bottle of something that was covered
by a white cloth. Some beautiful tall glasses were sitting beside the
ice, and the waiter put one in front of each of us.

Mr. Mariani said, "This is for Kate and Ben, to celebrate their
wedding," and he nodded to the waiter.

The waiter pulled off the cloth, and under it was a bottle that
appeared to be wrapped in chocolate!

The waiter lifted the bottle, pulled a ribbon that was sticking out
the top of the chocolate, and the chocolate "Jacket" fell away to
expose a bottle of Dom Perignon champagne.

As the waiter opened the wine, Mr. Mariani picked up a piece of the
chocolate and popped it into his mouth. Then he closed his eyes as he
savored it and said, "Umm, Guittard chocolate. It's wonderful!"

We all had a piece. It was the best chocolate I'd ever tasted. The
stuff was so smooth it felt like butter on my tongue.

The waiter poured the wine, and we all stood and toasted Kate and Ben.

Then the waiter handed Mr. Mariani a large envelope, and took the cart
away.

Mr. Mariani said, "The hotel asked me to give you this," and he handed
Ben the envelope. Ben opened it, pulled out a card, and his eyes got
huge. Then he passed it around the table.

The card congratulated Kate and Ben on their wedding, and said that
waiting for them at a wine cellar in Northridge, was a presentation
bottle of Cristal Rose 95 champagne.

Ben knew what it was and he and Mr. Mariani talked excitedly about it.
I asked Kristen about it, and she said that she'd tell me later.

We stayed until almost eleven; then I noticed Mr. Mariani, Tomaso and
even Mom beginning to yawn. I guess last night was catching up with
them, so we decided to go back to the hotel.

When we walked to the limo, it looked like the addition of Mr. Mariani
and Dad might make the limo rather crowded.

Earl said something to Amy; she nodded and he said, "Amy says she's
not tired, so if it's okay with you folks, we'll grab a cab and hit a
few spots I know of."

Mom looked at Mr. Mariani, and he said, "I'll vouch for Earl."

Mom took Amy's hand, motioned for Earl to follow her. And they walked
a few steps away.

There was a short conversation. Mom looked over at me once, everyone
nodded, Amy kissed Mom on the cheek, and Amy and Earl went back inside
the restaurant.

Mom came back with a grin on her face, and we all got into the limo.
Dad said to Mom, "Okay, what was that about?"

She said, "I made sure he knew she was seventeen, and I told them to
be back by one o'clock. They went back inside to call a taxi." 

Then she pointed to me and said, "Plus I told him, that if she wasn't
home on time I would send 'The Enforcer' out looking for her."

Everybody laughed, and Mr. Mariani said, "Earl's a good kid. His
father works for me. He knows what Pete did to Mason last night, so I
don't think there'll be a problem."

I chuckled inwardly, but didn't say anything out loud.

When we got out of the car, Mom took Kristen and me aside and said, 
"If you kids don't mind, I asked Amy to bunk on your couch again
tonight. I'd like to spend a little time alone with Dad."

We said, "Sure Mom," but when she walked away, I could see
disappointment on Kristen's face. She turned to me and said, "Pete, I
love
Amy and what we did this afternoon was wonderful, but I really wanted
to spend tonight alone with you. It seems like we never have enough
time together."

"I know what you mean. But we still have over a week left before we
have to go back to school."

Then I grinned and said; "I wonder what Mom would say if she knew that
Amy spent the night in bed with us?"

Kristen got serious for a moment and said, "Pete, I loved what
happened today with Amy, but the sex part won't happen again."

I said, "I understand." But I was secretly a little disappointed.

When we got to the hotel, we all thanked Kristen's dad for the
wonderful evening. He shook hands with everyone and said that he was
leaving in the morning; then he took Kristen aside for a moment. They
had a brief talk; he kissed her, gave her a long hug, and left for his
room.

Everyone else said they were tired, so they said goodnight as well.

Suddenly we were alone, and I asked her what she and her dad had
talked about. 
She got kind of a reflective look on her face and said, "He told me
that he loved me and missed me. Then he asked me if he had lost me to
you."

"What did you say?"

"I told him that even if I did spent the rest of my life with you, he
could never lose me."

It took a minute for her words to sink in. Was she thinking that we
would be together forever? Had she already decided that I was to be
her husband and life-mate?
Is this something I wanted?
I'm only seventeen. Should I be thinking about things like this at my
age?

My mind was suddenly a jumble and I guess it showed, because she
asked, "Are you okay dear?"

I knew that this was too big a thing to decide at this moment, so
tried to clear my mind.

Then I remembered something and asked, "What's the deal with that
bottle of wine that the hotel gave Kate and Ben?" 
She laughed and said, "Cristal Rose 95 is produced exclusively from
the best grapes of Champagne Louis Roederers's 'Premier Cru' vineyards
in France. Each presentation bottle comes in its own container which
has been kept at a constant temperature, and costs around four hundred
dollars."

	* * *

Kristen and I were both wired from the coffee and all the rich food
from dinner, so we walked around the casino for a while. 
Vegas is very strict about young people in the casinos, and twenty-one
is the minimum age, so we couldn't gamble at the tables, but we
managed to put a few quarters into some slot machines that were sort
of hidden at a quiet side of the room, and Kristen hit a
hundred-dollar jackpot!
We jumped up and down as much as we dared without causing attention to
ourselves, and I asked her what she was going to do with the money.

She thought for a minute; then she got a wicked look on her face, and
said, "Follow me."

We kept ten dollars in quarters, and changed the rest for paper money,
then I followed her out of the hotel to a small strip-center about a
block from our hotel.

I kept asking here where we were going, but all she would say was,
"You'll see."

We went into a store with the words "SEX SHOP" emblazoned on the door,
and suddenly we were in what looked like a Disneyland for perverts.
There were hundreds of magazines with explicit pictures on the covers.
Racks of video tapes, DVDs, and display cases full of all sorts of
dildos, vibrators and some things I couldn't explain.

There were seven or eight guys and one girl in the place, and one
bored looking guy was behind a counter, reading a copy of 'Variety'.

A couple of the guys and the girl looked at Kristen like they wanted
to jump her right there. The rest of the guys turned their heads as
though they were embarrassed to be seen.

Towards the back of the store was a hallway, with the words "Live
Girls" over it, and Kristen walked through it. It was dimly lighted,
and there were several doors with curtains across them. We went into
one, and there was a chair facing a panel on the back wall. On the
panel was a printed card that said, "Say hello -- fifteen seconds for
twenty five cents." Then below it was a list of things that would
happen if you put in more money. Next to the panel there was a speaker
grill and a coin slide that held up to four quarters. Just below that
was a slot with "Tips" written next to it, and another sign that urged
you to buy tokens for the more "Advanced Adventures".

Checking back to the first sign, the most expensive 'Adventure' said
that she would actually 'Get off for you'. But it cost forty dollars
and required tokens.

Kristen whispered to me, "I was in this store once with Barry, but he
asked me not to go back here. I've always wondered what went on."

She slipped a quarter in the coin slide, and the panel slid up to
reveal a tiny room with a single chair in the center.

We both started laughing, because sitting on the chair, dressed in a
frilly, but not too clean-looking teddy, was the blonde prostitute
from the bar at our hotel.

We started to say something, but the panel slid back down. The sign
promised fifteen seconds, but it was probably more like ten or twelve.
The sign also said that for eight quarters we could talk to the girl,
so  Kristen put them in. The girl must have had a way to tell how much
money we put in, because when the panel opened she said, "Whatcha
wanna talk about honey?"  

It was bright in her room and dark where we were, so we guessed she
probably couldn't see us.

Kristen leaned close to the speaker, and in a sultry voice said, "Hi
there!"

The girl had seemed bored, but when she heard a female voice, she
raised her eyebrows a little and said, "Hey Honey, you wanna talk, or
do you want to get a look at the goodies?"

Staying in character, Kristen almost whispered, "Well, it depends.
What are you gonna show me?"

"Put some more money in the slot, honey, and I'll show you plenty."

Kristen giggled, and the two of us started putting the rest of her
quarters into the slide.

When we stopped, the girl reached behind her and turned a knob. Some
tinny music started coming from the speaker, and the girl started
moving around in a disjointed way that I guess was supposed to be a
dance, and she began pulling the top of the teddy down.

The girl was about five feet five and probably didn't weigh a hundred
pounds. Her ribs were sticking out so far you could count each one,
and her tits were hanging almost flat against her chest. 
Her nipples were pointed straight down and each one had a large gold
ring through it.
 
After a little more writhing around, she slipped the teddy off and
stood there naked, in a pose that I guess she thought was sexy.

It was a very strange sight.

Her legs were so skinny that they looked like they were attached to
the sides of her hips instead of the bottom, and the space between
them at the top would have been very wide, except the lips of her
shaved pussy were hanging down at least three inches!

Shocked, I looked closer. It appeared that she had at least six small
gold rings attached to each of her outer lips and a large ring through
the hood over her clit.

I felt a tug on my arm and Kristen said, "I can't watch this anymore.
Let's go."

As we were leaving, the girl was saying that if we put in some more
money, she would put on a 'special' show. She was still talking when
we walked back into the front of the store.

Kristen was shaking her head. She said, "That poor girl."

I was kidding, and I said, "Yeah, but between this job and her other
one, can you imagine all the cute guys she meets?"

Kristen looked at me soberly and said, "I doubt she meets any cute
guys, and can you imagine how lonely she must be?"

I said, "Don't tell me you're feeling sorry for her!"

"Yes I am Pete. I don't know how she got to where she is, but I'll bet
there's a story that would be a heartbreaker."

I said, "You're a romantic," and I hugged her too me.

This was turning into a bummer, so we shook it off and started looking
around the store. Before long, Kristen was laughing and pointing at
one of the walls. There were lots of blow-up girl dolls on display.
They must have been hanging there for quite a while, because all their
openings were dirty from people touching them.

Kristen recoiled when she saw them and made me promise to keep away.

There was even a blowup, guy doll with a penis that must have been a
foot long.

Kristen looked at it and started laughing. I went to see why, and
noticed that it had fresh lipstick on it.
 
There were also displays of mechanical devices for both men and women.
They had big explicit ads showing handsome guys and beautiful girls
using them, and they all appearing to be in various stages of orgasm.

Kristen went to a long counter full of videotapes. The cover models
all had tape stuck over their private parts, but on many of them, the
tape peeled back.

I said, "Have you ever watched one of these?"

She said, "It's funny. Barry and I have been to parties like the one
at the hotel, and watched the real thing was going on, but when they
would start to show movies, he would always grab me and leave."

Then she grinned and said, "I have a bunch of money left from the
jackpot. Lets buy some stuff!"

I went to the counter and asked the guy, "Do you have, like an
assortment or something?"

He said, "Sure, we have 'Travel Kits'." Then he reached under the
counter and brought out a vinyl case wrapped in plastic.

"I said, "What's in it?"

He grinned and said, "Everything you need," and showed us a brochure.
I took it to Kristen and showed it to her. The case and the things in
it were the same as the one at Kate's.

I went back to him and said, "How much?"

"Two hundred."

I shook my head and said, "Too much. Way too much."

"Okay, one fifty."

"Nope, still too much."

"How much you got?"

I went to Kristen and said, "How much do you want to spend?"

She handed some bills to me and said, "There's ninety dollars left; I
don't care if we spend it all."

I took it, went back to the guy and said, "Eighty bucks cash, and I
don't need a receipt."

The guy pushed the case to me; I handed him the money and grabbed
Kristen. As we left, I waved the extra ten dollars at her, and said,
"Hey, we have money left over for ice cream!"

We laughed all the way back to the hotel.

We ran to the room and tore the wrappings off the case. The contents
were indeed similar to the one's at Kate's house, but there were also
two videotapes. I wanted to watch one, but Kristen said that Amy would
be home any minute. So we sat and looked at things until right at one
o'clock there was a tap on the door.

We shoved everything under the bed and we let a smiling Amy in. We
immediately bugged her for details.

"What a great guy! We went to a house where a bunch of his friends
were sitting around drinking wine. They were all dancers, and they
were as nice as could be. He introduced me to his girlfriend, and she,
some of her friends and I sat and talked for over an hour."

I said, "His girlfriend?"

"Yes! She's also a dancer and had just got off work. She knew that
Earl was doing a favor for Kristen's dad by being my escort."

"How much wine did you have?"

She laughed and said, "It was really funny. The kids there were only a
few years older than I am, but none of them would let me touch a
drop."

Then Amy looked at Kristen and said, "They all seemed to know and
respect your dad. What did he do to deserve it?"

Kristen looked thoughtful for a minute. Then she said, "Dad is a good
guy. He, uhh, has some holdings and some influence in Nevada. The kids
who come here to work are from all over the world. In the past, some
local people have taken advantage of them, so Dad set up an office
here, with people who can help if there's a problem, and all the kids
know it."

We talked for a few more minutes; then Amy got up and went into the
bathroom. I asked Kristen, "Is she going to sleep with us tonight?"

"No, we talked about this earlier. She's going to sleep on the couch."

"Uhh, does that mean we can use some of our new toys?"

She smiled and said, "Not tonight. I want to use them when we are
completely alone."

I was disappointed, but by the time we got Amy's bed made up and we
crawled between the sheets in our room it was almost two, and we were
both asleep instantly.

	Thursday

It was after ten when a tap on the front door woke us. 
Amy, who was on the couch in the living room, was closest, so she
answered it. It was Mom, asking if we wanted to join them for
breakfast, and wondering why didn't we answer our phone.

I looked at Kristen, and she said, "Oh Darn, I turned the ringer off
yesterday and I forgot to turn it back on."

My shirt had fallen over the phone; and when I pulled it off, the red
light was blinking.

We said we'd meet them in the restaurant, and scrambled for the
shower.

The girls beat me to it, so I turned on the TV while I was waiting. I
was flipping channels when came upon one of the soap operas. A couple
was in bed, kissing. The camera was behind the guy, so I couldn't see
the girl's face, but there was enough of her upper body exposed, that
even though she was wearing a nightgown you could tell she had great
breasts. I was watching it, when Amy came out of the bathroom. I
immediately switched my attention to her. She was standing there in
panties and bra, brushing her teeth. Her brushing motions sent
wonderfully sexy wiggles through her delectable body. I was happily
admiring her, when her eyes got big and she pointed to the TV.

I looked around at the TV just in time to see Alice's face as she
threw off the covers and got out of bed.

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