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Subject: {ASSM} "Pete" A Young Man;s Story  Chapter 41
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CHAPTER 41

Suddenly, I was wide-awake! 
I asked, "Who told you?"

"I told you before that I know the security people. The man who saw
you and Lu in Tomaso's suite told someone I know, and he told me."

"Gee, Kristen, I'm really sorry, I --"

She put her hand on my mouth and said, "It's okay. I knew from the
beginning that I wasn't woman enough for you; but I'll learn, my
darling! I swear I will!"

I stared, wide-eyed, at her as she went on.

"I get along okay with most people. But, I was always been a little
unsure of myself when I was with Barry's friends, because they never
seemed to like me. I've known from the beginning that you were way
beyond me sexually. I can't say I'm happy about you being with Lu, but
I understand why, and I promise, if you'll give me enough time, I'll
learn to please you."

I was so bowled over, I couldn't speak. How could I have misread her
so badly? I had always thought of her as one of the strongest, most
aware persons I knew. I never for an instant thought of her as fragile
or lacking confidence.

I thought for a while about the history of our lovemaking, and I
remembered the first time we made love. I had just seen my dad, naked
with another woman. And someone I thought was my mom, having sex with
someone other than my dad. I was confused and angry, and I guess I
overwhelmed her.

Then there were the times when she learned about other girls I had
been with. She must think I'm the world's busiest lover. 
But I know I'm not! I'm just a regular guy. I've been fortunate enough
to be with some really wonderful girls and women. But the guys at
school tell stories, and if half of them are true, I'm certainly
nothing special.

All these thoughts and more were going through my head, when I felt
Kristen move, and I remembered I was still deep inside her. She was
hugging me and her eyes were closed. I don't know why, but I wanted
desperately to do something to please her, and I put my hands on her
butt and pulled her even closer to me.

She moaned quietly and began grinding herself into me, when the phone
suddenly rang.

It startled both of us. Without thinking, I grabbed it and said,
"Hello."

I recognized Tony's voice when he said, "Hi Pete, can I talk to
Kristen?"

I handed her the phone. She listened for a while, then asked, "Can I
bring Pete?" They talked some more, and when she hung up, her eyes
were big. She rolled off me and sat on the edge of the bed.

I asked, "What's the matter?"

She looked around at me and said, "Tony is here in the hotel. He flew
in this morning, to sit in on the negotiations. Tomaso's agent is
going to make me an offer to join him on the tour! They want me there
in a half hour. I asked if you could come and they said that they
prefer you didn't."

It was like she was in a trance. I had to lead her to the bathroom so
she could get ready. Then I threw on some clothes and walked with her
to Tomaso's room.

I said, "Good luck," and started to leave, but she grabbed me and
hugged me to her.

She held me tightly, as she said, "I love you." Then she went inside.

It was still early and I didn't want to disturb Mom or Kate, so I
decided to go to the buffet and get some breakfast.

Anybody who's ever been to Las Vegas knows about the buffets. Each
hotel tries to out-do the others by building bigger, more elaborate
buffets, and this hotel was no different. There were three food lines,
full of all sorts of foods. It's 'all-you-can-eat,' and the price is
reasonable. They want you happy and full, so you can concentrate on
more important stuff: gambling. At least, they think it's more
important.

I grabbed some eggs and some fresh fruit, and I was on my way to a
table when someone said, "Hey good-lookin'!"

Sitting at a table were Dolly, Barry's girlfriend, and Brandy, the
tall  blonde who had danced on the bed at the party in Chip's suite.

They motioned me over, so I sat with them.

Dolly is about twenty-five pounds overweight, but she has a cute face
and a nice smile. She surprised me by saying, "Well, how does it feel
to have it all?"

Curious, I asked, "What does that mean?"

The blonde cut in with, "You're built like a fucking blond god and
you're screwing a gorgeous girl who looks like she's gonna be the next
fucking Barbra Streisand. What's next? Are you gonna run for
president?"

I was flattered by what she said, but her look wasn't kind. It looked
like she was jealous. And what she said next confirmed it.

She said, "Why don't you take a break from miss 'Goody Two Shoes' and
let Dolly and I show you what real women are all about?"

I looked at Dolly. She had her head down, and her face was beet red.
She looked up at me and said, "Please forgive her, Pete; she's only
joking."

I glanced back at Brandy, and she had a superior look about her that
told me she wasn't joking at all, so I thought I'd give it back to
her. 
I said, "Look, you guys, Kristen IS a real woman! I hate to admit
this, because I've been around some. But Kristen is the wildest girl
I've ever been with. I can't begin to keep up with her."

They both looked surprised, but Dolly most of all. She stuttered,
"B-but Barry said that they didn't get along that way."

I replied with, "Well, maybe she wasn't motivated."

Dolly actually looked kind of pleased. I guess because she had been
successful sexually with Barry. But Brandy wasn't pleased at all. She
bent toward me and said, "You ain't seen nothing, baby, till you've
seen me in action."

She sat back, looking kind of smug.

I know I should have let it go, but I couldn't stand her superior
attitude. 
I tried to look as innocent as I could as I said, "Gee, you really
sound wild. I bet you screw better than the girl I met in the trailer
park when I was fourteen. It cost me a six-pack of Pepsi. How much do
you charge?"

Dolly was drinking coffee right then, and she spit it all over the
table.

Brandy stood up, said, "Fuck you, Asshole," and turned to leave.

But, she surprised me by suddenly stopping. She turned and said, "I
deserved that, didn't I?"

Dolly and I both nodded vigorously. 
Brandy sat back down and helped Dolly clean up the table.

We got more food, and things were quiet for a while. Then Brandy said,
"Kristen is actually an okay girl. She's younger than our group; and a
lot prettier than most of us, so some of us have been a little
jealous, and we've teased her. 

But she's always been nice. And when some of the girls saw her on
stage the last few days, and they said she was really good. We were
surprised and even more jealous. But they say she really has a
tremendous talent, and I'm happy for her."

I said, "Now that's the kind of action I like. Thank you for being so
kind. You might say those nice things to Kristen. I know she'd like to
hear it. Your opinion means more to her than you know."

They both looked surprised and Brandy said, "You mean, she doesn't
hate us? Why does she always act so aloof?"

"Because she thinks you don't like her. How would you act if people
teased you all the time?"

After they thought about it for a few minutes, both girls seemed to
change. They were suddenly friendlier and more open. Even the blonde
seemed different. Gone, was the almost confrontational look, and she
actually looked prettier. We sat there enjoying our breakfast.

I asked Dolly about Barry, and she said that he had to get back home
because of some business thing. She mentioned that she, Brandy, and
several of the other girls were staying until Sunday. When I said that
I was leaving Monday to go skiing, they looked at each other and said,
"We are, too. A bunch of us are going to Chamonix. Will we see you
there?"

Chamonix is a ski resort in France that I'd read about in magazines. I
was almost embarrassed to tell them I was going to a small, local ski
area. Then I remembered that these people were from a different world
than I was. They were all from rich families, and running off to
Europe to ski was nothing to these people.

It also reminded me that Kristen was one of those people. Her family
had wealth beyond anything I was likely to achieve. I don't know if it
was because I didn't sleep much last night, but I was starting to get
into a bad mood.

Just as we finished our breakfast, Dolly and Brandy began talking
about trying a Craps table. 
I told them I didn't gamble. In reality, it was because I didn't want
anyone to check my ID, and have them find out I was only seventeen.

Brandy and I watched Dolly for a while. Then Brandy stepped to the
table. Before she threw the dice, she had me blow on them, and she
began a lucky streak. Over the next hour, she hit seven, eleven or
made her number a bunch of times, and before her every throw, she
would insist that I blow on the dice. She wasn't betting large amounts
of money, but before long, she had a fair sized pile of chips in front
of her.

Suddenly, she looked at me and said, "Pick a number from one to five."

I said, "Uhh, three."

She said to the stickman, "Let it ride three times," and threw the
dice.

I'm not really sure what happened in the next few minutes. All I know
is that after the third time Brandy threw the dice, there was a lot of
applause from the people around the table, and she picked up a big
bunch of chips.

She slid one toward the stickman, put a couple in my shirt pocket, and
surprised me by giving me a big kiss.

She's a pretty girl, and as she stepped back, I couldn't help the heat
rising in my body. Then I thought about her dancing naked on the bed
at the party, and remembered the tattoo of the tiger on her hairless
pussy. 
I was getting even hotter when she reached down and rubbed my rapidly
expanding cock.

She had a grin on her face when she said, "I want to thank you for
being my good-luck charm. Is there anything else I can do to show my
appreciation?"

In my mind's eye, I could still see her as she lowered her pussy to
the other girl's mouth and how she looked when she came all over her,
and I was thinking what it would be like making love to her, when
Dolly burst out with, "Brandy! Stop it! He has a girlfriend!"

The return to reality stunned me. How could I be thinking like this? I
had just promised myself that I would control my behavior, and here I
was, thinking about screwing another girl.

I was so disgusted with myself that I wanted to leave, but I didn't
want to insult anyone. So I said, "Relax, Bobby; she's only teasing."

Brandy raised an eyebrow and said, "I may be teasing, but he isn't.
Look at the bulge in his pants."

I was trying to get away so I could think, and I glanced at my watch.
When I did, I saw it was after twelve and I said, "Wow! I didn't
realize it was this late. I gotta go, guys." I walked away as quickly
as I could.

I could heart Brandy laughing as I left.

All the way back to the room, I kept thinking about what had just
happened, and I started to feel worse. But Brandy is a sexy girl and I
was still hard from thinking about her. 

I knew I should be ashamed of myself, because I had told Kristen I
loved her and I had made promises to her. But I had already broken
them.

But she was going to leave in two days and I don't know when -- or
even if -- I'll see her again.

My head was spinning as I got off the elevator, and as I turned toward
my room, I noticed the door to Mom's room closing. So I went there and
knocked on it. Amy opened it and I started to go in, but she held up
her hand to stop me.

Her face was serious, and she said, "Uhh, girl talk. We'll be out in a
little while."

I went to my room. I know that girls love to talk, but I thought I'd
caught a glimpse of both Ben and Tony when she opened the door.

It was over an hour later when Kristen came in.

She had a sad look on her face, and it looked like she had been
crying.
She ran right to me and wrapped herself around me. I wanted to ask
what was the matter, but she beat me to it. 

She held me at arm's length, and she said, "Pete, I love you. But
Tomaso's people have made me an offer that I would be crazy to refuse,
and it means I would be gone for a long time. So I'm going to ask you
to marry me one more time. If you will, I'll come home with you. If
not, we're leaving Monday morning." 

I looked at her for a while, and it struck me what she was saying.
What happened next was the hardest thing I ever did.

I said, "You would give this up to be with me?"

"Yes."

"Were you in the room with Mom just now?"

"Yes."

"Did you tell her that you were going to ask me to marry you?"

"Yes, I told everyone."

"What did she tell you I would say?"

Kristen looked first at me, then at the floor, and in a voice I could
barely hear, she whispered, "She said that you would tell me to go
with Tomaso."

"Did she say why?"

"She said, because you would know it's the right thing to do."

We held each other for a long time. Finally, I asked, "Where are you
going Monday?"

"Fort Worth. We'll be there Monday and Tuesday night. Then it's to
Denver. There's a show Friday and Saturday night and a matinee and
late show Sunday. From there, we go on an East coast tour that'll last
until mid-March."

"Wow! It sounds like a lot of work. Are you scared?"

"A little. Amy's coming with me for the first week to help me get used
to things. Then she'll take the red-eye home Sunday night, so she
won't miss school."

"I thought Mom didn't want Amy to go?"

"She decided Amy could come along and have some fun. She's going to be
busy when she gets back."

I assumed she meant because of school, but something in the way she
said it, made me ask, "Why will she be so busy? She has no trouble
with school work."

"Ask your mom."

I was about to press her what it was all about, when there was a tap
on the door. Kristen opened it. Amy stuck her head in and said, "It's
after two. The back-up singers are here, and we need to get to
rehearsal."

Kristen nodded and Amy closed the door.

I said, "Back-up singers?"

"Yes, we're going to expand on the rock and roll number. Tomaso called
them in. And by the way, uhh, take a look at the marquee out front if
you get a chance."

Kristen took a long time to get ready to leave and she kept looking at
me. 
Finally, she put her hands on my shoulders and said, "You don't really
know how much you mean to me, do you?"

"Yes, I think I do, but this opportunity is too good to pass up. I
want you to concentrate on your career. If, next year at this time,
you feel the same about me, we'll talk again."

I was searching for something else to say, but she started for the
door before I could answer. Then she stopped and said, "We still have
two days. I'd like to spend as much time as I can with you."

I nodded, and she left.

After a few minutes, I went to Mom's room. Mom answered my knock and
when I went in, Mom, Kate, Ben and Tony were there. They all stopped
and looked at me. Then Mom wanted to know, "Is everything okay?"

I knew what they meant, and I said, "Yes, everything is okay."

Mom quickly glanced at Kate, and they both nodded.
 
Tony had been talking with Ben, and he said to me, "I'm just leaving.
How about walking me to the taxi."

As soon as we walked out of the room, he said, "How did it go with
Kristen?"

I hadn't spent much time with Tony. But something about him made me
trust him, and I said, "Tony, I'm crazy about her, but she wants to
get married, and I'm too young, and her career is too important for
that. I told her to go with Tomaso. If she's as good as Tomaso says
she is, the worst thing she could do would be to saddle herself to a
kid like me."

He said, "You're a good guy, Pete. Your mom said that you would let
Kris  go."

This conversation was beginning to hurt, so I changed the subject and
asked Tony, "How's it going with you and Tammy?"

"She told you I asked her to move in with me, didn't she?"

I nodded.

"Well, she refused. But I can't get her out of my mind. What would you
think if I asked her to marry me?"

"I think it's too soon. I know she likes you very much, but her life
has changed a lot in the last six months, and I think she needs some
time to let things settle down."

"That's probably true, but I have to tell you, Pete, she drives me
crazy! I've never met anyone like her. I can barely think when she's
around.
But I guess you're right. I'll have to back off a little."

As he got into a taxi, I started to laugh to myself. Here was a rich,
successful guy, ten years older than me. And he was acting like a
lovesick teenager.

On the way back in, I tried to think of how I really feel about
Kristen.
She's beautiful, exciting, and everything I could possibly want in a
girl. But, something keeps me from saying to myself that she's the one
I want to spend my life with.

I needed to talk to somebody, so I headed back to Mom's room and
tapped on the door. Mom opened it, but instead of letting me in, she
said, "I'm uhh, on the phone. Go to your room, and I'll come over when
I'm finished."

I was surprised, but I went to my room. Mom isn't one of those women
who spends hours on the phone. But we had been gone for a while, and I
guessed she was catching up on things at home.

I was watching television when the phone rang. It was Bobbie. She
said, "Hi, Pete; can I talk to Kristen?"

"She rehearsing; what's up?"

"Some of us would like to see her late show tonight, but it's sold
out. Can she get us tickets?"

"I usually see her between shows; I'll ask her."

She gave me her room number and I told her I'd call later. Then she
said, 
"Please excuse the way Brandy acted. She can get a little brash
sometimes. Especially when she sees something she likes."

I was flattered, and I said, "So, she saw something she liked, did
she?"

She didn't answer for a minute. Then, in a sultry kind of voice, she
said, "Yeah, we both did."

I was surprised when she said it, and I didn't quite know how to
respond.
Then a picture of them flew through my mind. Brandy, standing on the
bed, naked, with June's face buried between her legs, was a sight I
don't think I'll ever forget. But I couldn't imagine plain-looking,
overweight Bobbie doing anything that would be exciting.

Then I suddenly felt ashamed. I know better than to judge people by
their looks. She might be a great girl, and I was sorry I even had
those thoughts, so I said something I shouldn't have.

I said,  "Wow, I'm sorry I'm taken. I'd love to hang with two gorgeous
girls like you."

Her next words confirmed that I had made a mistake. In a little girl's
voice, she said, "Gee, do you really think I'm gorgeous?"

I knew I had better end this right now, so I said, "Sure I do, but I
have to go; there's someone's at the door. I'll call you later about
the tickets."

There wasn't anyone at the door, and I was getting curious why Mom
hadn't come over, so I walked over and knocked. It took a while for
her to come to the door, and when she did, it looked like her face was
flushed. She stammered, "Sorry, I was uhh, in the bathroom," and she
let me in.

There was a bed pillow on the couch and the room phone was on the
floor next to it, as though someone had been lying on the couch for a
while talking on it.

When Mom saw me looking at it, she picked it up, put it back on the
table, and said, "I was talking to Robert. He asked what happened with
you and Kristen."

Something about the way she said it seemed unusual. And I said, "You
and he seem to get along pretty well."

She quickly looked away and said, "Yes, he's a nice man."

I suddenly realized that there were too many things going on in my
life right now. Kristen leaving was a bigger thing then I wanted to
think about, and I wanted more than anything to relax and have some
fun, so I said, "Where are Ben and Kate?"

There wasn't anyone at the door, but I was getting curious why Mom
hadn't come over, so I walked over and knocked. It took a while for
her to come to the door, and when she did, it looked like her face was
flushed. She stammered, "Sorry, I-I was uhh, in the bathroom," and she
let me in.

There was a bed pillow on the couch and the room phone was on the
floor next to it, as though someone had been lying on the couch for a
while talking on it.

When Mom saw me looking at it, she picked it up, put it back on the
table, and said, "I was talking to Robert. He asked what happened with
you and Kristen."

Something about the way she said it seemed unusual. And I said, "You
and he seem to get along pretty well."

She quickly looked away and said, "Yes, he's a nice man."

I suddenly realized that there were too many things going on in my
life right now. Kristen leaving was a bigger thing than I wanted to
think about, and I wanted more than anything to relax and have some
fun, so I said, "Where are Ben and Kate?"

"They went to a real estate office. Ben is thinking about doing some
investment here. He and Robert are talking about doing some business
together."

I said, "Then how about you and I seeing if we can have some fun?"

She broke out in a big smile and said, "That's a great idea."

Our family has been to Las Vegas quite a few times. Mom or Dad would
hear of something special or a performer they would want to see, and
we would pile in the plane and come here. But the trips were usually
short and because Erin and I were young, we didn't have a chance to do
a lot of fun things. One thing that both Erin and I always liked was
roller coasters. There was an amusement park in Phoenix that had one,
and whenever we had a chance to go there, she and I would ride it as
many times as we could. But Mom or Dad wouldn't go with us, because
Dad said he didn't like heights. I thought that this was strange,
because he was a pilot, and spent most of his life in the air.

So I was surprised when Mom said, "Hey, I hear there's a bunch of
roller coasters in town. Why don't we give them a try?"

We spent the rest of the day scaring ourselves on some of the wildest
rides I'd ever been on. We started at the "Manhattan Express" at the
New York, New York hotel on a roller coaster that twisted and turned
over a replica of New York harbor. From there, we went to "The
Inverter" at the Circus-Circus hotel, where we hung upside down, with
nothing but a harness and a T-bar separating us from falling to a
concrete floor fifty feet below. Finally, we hit the "Big Shot."
Sitting on top of the Stratosphere hotel, this heart-stopping ride is
nearly a quarter mile high at its highest point and gives you a
fascinating view of the city -- until it drops you straight down.

This was, by far, the scariest one of all. When we staggered off, I
made a mental note never to get on one of these things again.

I had never seen Mom so happy. She looked almost like a teenager, and
giggled all the way to a little restaurant, where we ate banana splits
and let our stomachs settle.

At one point, my stomach made a strange growl, and I excused myself to
go to the bathroom. I was in there quite a while, and when I came out,
there were two guys standing at our table talking to Mom. They looked
to be in their mid-twenties, and I stopped and watched them as they
tried to put some moves on Mom. I got a kick out of her as she flirted
back with them.

Finally, she saw me standing there and waved, just as one of them
asked her if she was a dancer in one of the shows. I put on a scowl,
walked over to them, and in my gruffest voice, I said, "C'mon, baby,
we gotta get back to da 'Riv' and get yer clothes off for rehearsal."

The Riviera hotel has a show called "Crazy Girls," where the girls
wear almost nothing and even strip completely for the late show. The
guys stood there with their mouths open as I threw down some money and
took Mom by the arm. We were almost at the door when she turned and
said, "Come see the show tonight, boys. I'll touch myself in a special
place if you do."

We were still laughing as we jumped into a waiting taxi and went back
to our hotel. A surprise waited for us when we got there. The Marquee
at the Miracle is huge. It's probably sixty or seventy feet high and
thirty feet wide. It advertises their shows, and the letters that
spell out the headliner's names are gigantic. Today, the marquee read,
"The Miracle Presents TOMASO!" And in slightly smaller letters just
below his name was, "Featuring, Singing Sensation, KRISTEN BAKER."

I said, "Wow!"

When I looked over at Mom, she was smiling. She said, "I'll bet that
was Tony's doing. Robert said that he would strike a hard bargain.
That family really knows how to negotiate things."

I was kidding, when I grinned and said, "You and Robert talk a lot. Is
he trying to negotiate something with you?"

I was expecting her to kid me back. Instead, she got a serious look on
her face and turned away.

I was thinking about her response as we rode the elevator to our
rooms.

It had been obvious to me from the beginning that Mr. Moriani was
interested in Mom. I thought about the times we had all been together,
and I realized that Mom had been especially nice to him.

I wondered if things had gone farther than I knew. I was thinking
about it when we got to her room. When she opened the door, I could
see the light blinking on the phone. Mom said, "C'mon in, let's hear
this message."

It was from Amy, and she left a number, so Mom dialed it. She asked
for Amy, and I listened. Mom finally said, "No problem," and handed
the phone to me.

Amy said, "Tonight's early show is completely sold out, and it's the
same show you've already seen, so the hotel people asked if you would
give up your booth for the early show, if they saved it for the late
show. Mom said that it was okay. If you'd like to see it, you can
watch it from back stage. Just get here a half hour before the show
starts."

I thought about it, and it sounded like fun. I agreed and told her I'd
see her later.

When I hung up, I looked at Mom. She was lying on the couch, staring
dreamily out the window, and she said, "Wow, what a day. I haven't had
this much fun since I was little. Raising you kids has been a lot of
work, but it's been worth it. It's just been recently that I've been
able to relax. This holiday vacation has been more than just fun; it's
been therapy."

I wanted to ask her if Mr. Moriani had been part of that therapy, but
I decided against it. When I looked at my watch, I saw that it was
five-thirty. So I hugged her and went to my room to get ready. I saw
the light on my phone was blinking, and the message was from Bonnie,
asking about seats for the late show. I decided to ask Kristen when I
saw her.

I got to the showroom a little late. I had spent a lot of time in the
shower, letting the hot water work out the kinks from all the tossing
around we had gone through. I went to the backstage entrance of the
showroom. The guard opened the door, and when I told him who I was, he
let me step inside, but he asked me to wait while he went to get Amy.

I could see her standing about fifty feet away. She was talking with
Jim, the guy she had had lunch with. He had his hand on her shoulder,
and they were both laughing. They made a cute couple and that fact
bothered me a little. But, as soon as she saw me, she came running
over.

She showed me where to stand, so I stood in that spot as I watched a
madhouse of people running around doing things, until suddenly they
all seemed to melt away and it got quiet. Kristen and Tomaso came out
from their dressing rooms and Tomaso stood center. Kristen stopped
behind the curtain for a second to compose herself. Then she stepped
through and introduced Tomaso. She stepped back, came over to me, and
held me tightly by the arm. We watched as the curtain opened and
Tomaso started into his first song.

She sighed deeply, and said, "Well, the first part's over." And we
went to some chairs. I thought we'd be able to talk, but immediately,
Amy and another guy came over. The guy was touching up Kristen's hair
where the curtain had touched it, and Amy was saying that she hadn't
turned all the way to face the audience when she came out, and to be
more careful next time. The guy working on Kristen's hair asked if I
would step back so he could spray it, but Kristen said "No!" so loudly
that Amy shushed her, and she held me even tighter. The guy shook his
head, and sprayed her as best he could.

Then Kristen shook a little, and I heard Tomaso start to introduce
her. She stepped away from me and walked on stage. As the first
strains of "Stardust" began, I was positive that I was doing the right
thing by encouraging her to go with Tomaso. They were truly wonderful
together, and I guess I must have looked sad, because Amy came and put
her arm around my waist.

We stood there watching, and she said, "It's amazing how good they are
together. Their voices blend perfectly."

I said, "I hear you're going with them next week."

"Yes, I'm having a ball doing this. I wish I could stay with Kristen
on the whole tour."

"Why don't you?"

Her eyes flicked toward me, and she said, "Not now; we'll talk about
it later."

I was thinking about it, and I asked, "Will Jim be traveling with
you?"

"Yes."

I was thinking about that, when Kristen started into the
Sunrise-Sunset number. Las Vegas is busy all the time, but Saturday
night is special. The room was jammed to the rafters, and when the
final strains of the song was over, the place erupted. People were
standing and applauding, and it seemed to go on forever. When she came
off stage, she ran back to me and grabbed me around the waist. Her
face was flushed and her body was hot to the touch. She looked up at
me and said, "How'd I do?"

I wondered why she needed additional praise from me, but I said, "You
were fantastic," before I hugged her to me.

Tomaso called her for her final bow, and when the curtain closed, they
stood talking for a couple of minutes. Then she came to me and said,
"I have to get dressed in the body suit, so I can't be gone long, but
I'd like to go to our room and relax for a few minutes, if it's okay
with you?"

We went to her dressing room and I helped her out of her dress. She
quickly threw on a robe, and we took the service elevator to our room.
When we got there, she said, "I'll be right back," and ran into the
bathroom. I heard the shower start, and a few seconds later, she came
out. She was naked and wearing a towel, but her head and hair were
dry.

She said, "I had to rinse off. The lights were hot tonight, and I was
sweaty."

She then dropped the towel, and asked a truly silly question. "Would
you like to make love to me?"

Surprised, I said, "Of course I would, but you don't have time." Then
I grinned and joked, "Does singing make you horny?"

She had an almost apologetic look on her face when she said, "No
darling, I just thought you might be, and I want you to be happy."

I'm not sure what was going through her mind, but I was touched when
she said it. I gently grabbed her, held her to me and said, "I'm happy
just being with you."

We were standing there when the phone rang. It was Mom and she said,
"I thought I'd catch you there. I'm kind of tired and so are Kate and
Ben. We're gonna pass on tonight's show, and catch her last show
tomorrow."

I said okay, and as I hung up, I remembered that Bobby and Brandy had
asked for seats. So I told Kristen what Mom said, and asked her if she
minded if the girls shared the booth with me.

She said, "I don't mind. I'll tell the door person to let you and
whomever you're with, come in. But I'm surprised that Bobbie would
want to see me."

I explained about the conversation I'd had with them, and told her
that the girls actually liked her. She seemed pleased to hear that.

She left a few minutes later, and I called Bobbie's number. She
answered on the first ring, and when I told her they could sit in our
booth, she said, "Great!" I heard her tell some others. Then she came
back on and said, "There's actually six of us. Is that okay?"

The booths hold six, but I figured one extra wouldn't hurt, so I said
"Fine." Then they asked if I would come by their room and go with them
to the showroom. I looked at my watch and it was almost nine, so I
told them that I'd be there around nine-thirty.

Bobbie said, "C'mon over now. We're sitting around having a glass of
wine."

The wine didn't interest me, but sitting around with six girls sounded
like fun, so I told her I'd be right down.

I started to smell marijuana when I got off the elevator. When Bobbie
opened the door, the room was nearly blue with smoke. Brandy was
there, and I recognized, and nodded to two girls I had met at the
party.
The other two looked like they had been smoking for a while. Their
eyes were glassy and one of them, a plain-looking girl, was so bombed
she could barely sit up. The other one was a tall, striking-looking
brunette. When I came in, she walked over and stood directly in front
of me. She didn't say anything, so I didn't either. She started
looking me up and down, so I did the same to her.

Bobbie said, "Pete, this i..."

Without looking at her, the girl snapped, "Bobbie, shut up!"

I knew instantly what this girl was all about. I had seen her type at
school. They usually came from money, and loved to show it. This one
was no different. She had on a pair of diamond earrings that must have
been two carats each, and a heart shaped diamond pendant that was
covered with diamonds and had a single, red stone in the center that I
guessed was probably a ruby.

She was wearing a button-front shirt with no bra, and had great
looking tits. But her attitude turned me off.

When she finished checking me out, and without taking her eyes from
me, she said, "You're right, Brandy; he's a big one."

Then she stuck out her hand in that 'palm down' way that looks like
she wants you to kiss it, and said, "Hello, I'm..."

I quickly turned my back to her and said, "Don't bother. I don't talk
to people who are rude to my friends."

I put my arm around a surprised Bobbie and guided her toward Brandy,
who was smiling.

The girls were all nicely dressed, except for Brandy, who was wearing
sweats. I still had my arm around Bobbie, and Brandy looked at her and
said, "Do you mind if your friend helps me get ready?" as she took my
hand and led me into the bedroom.

She didn't close the door, and the minute we got in there, she took
off her top and bent to pull off her pants. When she stood up, all she
had on were thong panties.

Fake or not, her tits are beautiful. I couldn't see a scar anywhere,
and I guessed that she had undergone the procedure where they put the
implants in through the belly button. I've heard it's expensive and
quite painful, but the result was worth it; they looked great.

She saw me staring, and said, "You like them?"

I said, "Yes, Brandy. They are beautiful, and so are you."

I meant it simply as a compliment, and the result was surprising. Her
whole face changed to one of surprise. Then she backed up a little,
and put one arm across them, as though she was suddenly embarrassed,
and said, "Why Pete, that was a very nice thing to say."

The change in her was amazing. In an instant, she had turned from her
normal, confrontational attitude, to one where she looked almost
fragile, and the look was surprising. She took on a nearly angelic
look that was very appealing.

But it didn't last long. A few seconds later, she seemed to snap out
of it. 
She dropped her arm, stepped to the closet, and as though nothing had
happened, said, "What shall I wear, Pete? Is this okay?" She held up a
miniskirt and silk blouse that was so flimsy, I could see completely
through both sides of it.


I grinned and said, "Well, that would get you arrested in most places,
but this is Vegas," and I turned toward the door. 
Bobbie was standing there staring at us, and she had a cold look on
her face. She looked me up and down, then she turned and went back to
the living room. I followed her, and as I passed the mirror on the
wall next to the doorway, I saw what she'd been looking at. My pants
had a bulge in them. I stopped and 'rearranged' myself, before I went
in.   

They were all looking at me when I walked into the living room. The
bedroom door had been wide open and they must have seen everything,
including my 'rearrangement', but I didn't care.
These weren't little high-school girls. They were mid-twenties women,
and I think they were actually trying to tease me.

I saw by my watch that it was almost nine thirty, so I said, "It's
about time."

It was interesting watching the girls as they stood up. They didn't
jump up like high school girls did. I don't know how to describe it,
but they sort of "emerged," and they seemed to be watching each other
as they did. The only girl that didn't get up was the one that was
bombed. She was sprawling half off a couch, and was snoring noisily.

She was wearing a mini skirt that was pushed up so far her bikini
panties were clearly visible but nobody seemed to pay any attention.
Bobbie saw me looking, and, shaking her head, went to her, pulled her
onto the couch and pulled her skirt down.

Brandy came out of the bedroom wearing the skirt and flimsy blouse,
but she had put something on under it. You couldn't see through it
anymore. But the outlines of her breasts were very evident, and so
were the bulges of her nipples. She actually looked sexier then when
she was naked. 

We started for the door, and as Brandy got near me she put her head
close to my ear and said, "I don't want to bring a purse. Would you
mind putting these in your pocket?" And she handed me a small ball of
cloth.

It only took a second for me to realize it was a bunched up pair of
filmy Bikini panties.


	To Be Continued

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