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CHAPTER 58

	Saturday night

The stage show started a little after midnight, and I actually found
it to be pretty good. A small band started tuning up; then the curtain
parted, and a handsome guy wearing a tuxedo strutted out. He
introduced himself as 'Matt, the MC' and told a few off-color jokes.
Then the band started playing, and he introduced the dancers. Six,
great looking girls wearing short skirts and vests came onto the stage
and began dancing. The vests weren't buttoned, and as the women moved,
the skirts would swirl up and the vests would come open, showing great
looking butts and naked breasts. Every time that happened, the crowd
would roar, and before long, both the vests and the skirts came off,
leaving the girls with nothing but g-strings. Their moves were well
choreographed, and when I commented on it to Jim, he explained that
the girls were dancers from several of the hotels, moonlighting for
extra money.
The dance went on for quite a while, and got progressively sexier.
Then the girls paired off, and began dancing with each other. They all
had fantastic bodies and they began a sexily seduction sequence, and
started pretending to touch and lick each other. It was very hot, and
amazing to watch, as they almost, but not quite touched each other
around the breasts and crotch. At one point, three of the girls
squatted and stuck their tongues out, while their partner undulated in
front of them. Then the girls that were standing; reached down and
pulled the squatting girl's heads and tongues closer and closer to
their g-strings, until they were almost touching. They moved slowly
around to the music, and the changing, colored stage lights created,
what would have been a very sexy scene, had it not been for the hoots
and hollers from the unruly crowd.
After a few minutes of that, the stage lights dimmed and a spotlight
shown on two of the standing girls who were nearest the center of the
stage. They turned to face each other, and as the other girls
scampered off, they began dancing in front of each other. Two, tall,
gorgeous, almost naked girls, moved sensuously across from each other,
and I felt myself getting hard. Then I looked closely at one of the
girls. She looked familiar, and I was trying to figure out where I'd
seen her, when the stage lights flashed, and Matt the MC appeared
between them. As he raised his hands above his head, there was another
flash of lights, the sound of velcro separating, and he was suddenly
standing there naked, except for a sequined cup around his 'package.'
He was very well built, and the three of them immediately went into a
dance that was both very sexy and oddly familiar to me. He moved back
and forth across the stage, with each girl wrapped around, but not
touching him. One minute he had his face a scant inch from one of the
girls' breasts, and the next minute he was looking directly at the
other girl's crotch. But it was more sexy, then it was dirty, and I
was really getting turned on.
Then it hit me!
They were doing the same dance that Mom, Kate and I had done at New
Year's! And the girl was one of the dancers I had danced with, later
at the Miracle!
Kristen grabbed my arm and said, "Do you see what they're doing? It's
your dance!"
I nodded and watched them closely. Pro dancers or not, I preferred the
way we had done it.
But they went a lot farther. 
After a few minutes, the girl I knew, stopped dancing, and stood
motionless. The guy dropped to his knees in front of her, and he
slowly rolled down her g-string. Then she stood there, as he turned
and did the same thing to the other girl. Now both girls were
completely naked. Soon, they turned toward the audience, stepped
forward, and began swaying together. The audience was suddenly hushed.
The girls were gorgeous. They were the same size and build, and they
moved as one. Back and forth they swayed, mimicking each other's moves
to the letter. They almost acted like two giant puppets hooked
together by invisible wires.
The Man faded back out of the spotlight, and at some point, he turned
around with his back to the audience. The girls went on with their
mesmerizing dance for a few minutes; then they stepped back, and stood
on each side of him. That put all three of them into the spotlight,
and the girls slowly turned toward him.
The one whom I recognized reached over and pulled off his 'cup,' and
he started to turn around. But he didn't turn around all the way. He
only turned until he was facing her; then he pulled her to him.
The other girl backed into the shadows, and the guy and girl started
into a very erotic dance. They worked together very well, and never
got far enough apart so that the audience could see his penis.
Suddenly, a bunch of girls in the audience started chanting, over and
over, "Show us whatcha got; show us whatcha got!"
The show ended when the girl in the shadows stepped forward and struck
a pose, then the couple did the same. But he was still tight against
her. Then the curtain started to close. Just before it closed
completely, the guy stepped away from the girl, and showed a large,
partially hard penis, to whistles, hoots and applause from the
audience.
All in all, it was a very sexy show, and I was sitting there thinking
about the girls, when suddenly I felt a hand on my crotch. I looked at
Karen, but she was talking to Frank. So I glanced at Kristen. She had
been looking at me, and she left her hand there for a moment. But
suddenly her eyes flickered, and she looked past me. I looked back at
Karen. She had seen us, and there was hurt showing in her eyes.
Kristen quickly took her hand away and stared down at the table.
The house lights came on, and some people had started to get up and
leave. Quickly, the curtain parted and the MC stepped forward flanked
by the two dancers. They were wearing robes, and when the crowd saw
them, they started chanting, "More, more!" But the MC waved his hands
for silence, then thanked everyone for coming. He said, "We have some
special people in the audience tonight. Please put your hands together
for the 'raven-haired beauty with the golden voice,' Kristen Baker!"
Kristen stood up, and the audience applauded wildly.
He asked her what she was doing in town, and she told him where she
was appearing tomorrow and Monday. This news inspired a long burst of
even more enthusiastic applause; eventually, the MC was able to say,
"And I see you have some family members with you."
Kristen put her hand on Amy's shoulder, and said, "Yes, this is my
sister, and my best friend Amy Baker." Then she turned to me and said,
"And this is my guy, Pete Baker."
There was some polite applause, and she started to introduce the rest
of the people in our party, but the MC interrupted her, "For those in
the business, Amy Baker represents the Stone Agency, one of the
hottest talent and management agencies in the country. And, Kristen's
guy, Pete, is the one we first saw perform the dance that the two
girls and I did tonight. What a talented family eh, folks?"
The applause was much louder this time. Then the MC, and some people
from the audience came to our table and everyone started talking at
once. Most were trying to talk with Kristen, but I saw a bunch of
business cards and notes being pushed in front of Amy as some people
were trying to talk with her. This went on for quite a while. So, when
the band started playing, I grabbed Karen and dragged her to the dance
floor.
Karen is a good dancer, but she is so much shorter than I am, I was
beginning to get a crick in my back, when the girl dancer I recognized
from the performance, asked to cut in. She was in street clothes now,
but she was still gorgeous. Frank must have been watching, because he
ran up and grabbed Karen even before the other girl and I started
dancing.
I tried saying "Hi," but the room was too noisy to talk. The girl is a
great dancer! In her heels, she is almost as tall as I am, and she was
able to follow anything I did. Soon, we were moving smoothly around
the floor, and I was really enjoying myself.
Then the band switched to a swing number. Swing dancing has always
been a favorite of mine, and it must have been one of hers, too,
because she kicked off her shoes, and we really got into it. I was
twirling her, rolling her off my back and between my legs, when I
suddenly realized that we were the only ones on the floor. The other
people were standing on the sidelines, clapping in time to the music
and watching us.
The band took the song through several extra choruses, and when it
finally ended, I was tired, and I made a mental note to begin getting
back in shape. The girl was at least five years older than me, and
with her twirling and all, she was working harder at the dance than I
was, but she somehow looked as fresh as she had when she cut in. 
There was a lot of applause from the audience; then I thanked the girl
and asked, "What's your name?"
"It's Belle, and I love dancing with you. Did you like the way Matt
and I did your dance?"
I grinned, "Yes, especially your costume."
She raised an eyebrow and grinned back. Then she asked, "How long are
you staying?"
"I'm not sure. Probably Monday evening."
"Maybe we can umm, dance again before you leave."
The way she said it promised more than just a dance, and thinking
about that prospect got me a little flustered.
I was trying to think of what to say to her, but the band started
playing a slow tune, and Kristen stepped between us into my arms. She
looked coldly at the girl; then she put her head on my shoulder, and
we began moving to the music.
They say everyone has a particular scent, and Kristen has hers. It's
not soap or perfume, it's just Kristen; and I've always loved it.
The hour was late, I was tired, and I'd been drinking. I knew I should
be dancing with Karen, but Kristen felt so wonderful next to me, I
could sense myself getting hard. She must have felt my erection,
because she started moving herself against it.
Then Karen danced by with Frank. She glanced over at us, and I saw her
look at Kristen, then at me. There was no shock in her look; it was
one of resignation and that jolted me -- hard. What I was doing wasn't
right. I eased myself away from Kristen and danced us over to them. I
was going to trade partners, but the song ended, so we went back to
the table. Several people were trying to talk to Amy, and Jim was
looking bored, so I suggested we leave.
The ride back to our hotel was quiet. It was after 2 o'clock and we
were tired, but I think everyone was still in a sexy mood. I know I
was, and it was obvious that Frank was, too. He kept rubbing Karen's
shoulder, and glancing at me to see if I was watching. Jim was driving
with his arm around Amy as the two of them talked quietly. I tried not
to think about what they were talking about, and what might happen
between them, later.
When we got to the hotel, Jim pulled up to a side entrance. Everyone
got out but Amy and Jim; then they both waved and drove off.
I got a hollow feeling in the pit of my stomach. I had known that this
was eventually going to happen, but I still felt upset when I actually
saw it. I was trying to figure out whether I was being overprotective,
or just plain jealous, when I noticed Kristen watching me. Karen and
Frank were climbing up the steps toward the building as Kristen leaned
close to me, nodded toward Jim's retreating car, and said, "You're
bothered, aren't you? Was Amy the real reason?"
I knew what she was getting at. She was still trying to blame someone
for my not wanting to marry her.
Then, from the top of the stairs, Karen called out, "Are you coming?"
I waved at her. "Yes, we'll be there in a second." Then I turned to
Kristen and took her hands in mine. I said, "No Kristen, Amy isn't the
reason. If you want to know the real reason, let me ask you a
question. Have people asked you out since you've been on the road?"
"Of course! I've had lots of offers, but I usually tell them that I'm
involved with someone."
"But these are people you work with, right?"
"Not always -- a vice president of an airline saw our show in Chicago,
and he tries to call me all the time."
"So you tell all these people not to bother you, because you're in
love with a high school kid from California, who's not even a senior
yet, and has no career goals?"
"No Pete, you're much more than that, you're, uhh...."
I don't know if she hadn't thought about it that way, or if she was
just struggling for an answer. I put my finger on her lips to stop her
from talking, and we looked at each other for a minute.
I think it was at that very moment that I made the first truly
important romantic decision of my life. I had to let her know, once
and for all, that it was over between us, and I made up my mind. I
turned to Karen, and I called out, "Karen, ask Frank to wait inside
for us, and please come here for a minute?"
She mumbled something to Frank. He gave everyone a disappointed look,
but he did head inside. Then she came down the steps and stood
alongside me. She looked at Kristen, then at me. I saw a look on her
face that shook me deep inside, and one I never want to see again.
That look was a mixture of fear and disappointment. I guess she
thought that I had asked her out here to tell her that it was over
between us. I put my arm around her, hugged her to me, and said,
"Karen I want you to be here while I talk to Kristen."
Kristen had been waiting, and I began to see a sad look forming around
her beautiful, dark eyes. My heart went out to her, but I knew it was
something that needed to be done. And if I didn't do it now, I might
never be able to.
I said, "Kristen, we have to talk about this, now, and I want Karen to
hear this. You were an important part of my life for quite a while,
but you needed to move on, and so did I. You're a little over a year
older than I am, but you're miles ahead of me in life experience, and
that gap is growing wider each day. Your life is on a rocket ship ride
that may never end, and one day very soon, you're going to realize who
I really am, and wonder what you saw in me. You pointed at two people
this weekend, and asked if they were the reason that I didn't want to
be with you. But neither one was the cause. The reason has nothing to
do with another person. It has to do with you and me. I never told
you, but I was always off balance when you were around. From that
first kiss in the hallway outside of Mrs. Garmin's room, to the last
night we were together, I always wondered if something would happen to
separate us, because you were too good to be true. But it wasn't till
I heard you sing, and I saw the plans that Tomaso had for you, that I
knew for sure, that we had no chance to be together. You're going to
be a star, Kristen. You're going places that regular people only dream
about. I'm just a high school kid, and I can't be part of that dream."
She interrupted with, "But you told me that you loved me!"
"Yes, I did, and at the time, it was true. Hell, right then, my head
was so full of you, I couldn't think of anything else. But our
relationship was flawed from the beginning. Remember the first time we
got together? It was that night at my house after Karen's party. You
told me later that I overwhelmed you. The truth is, I was upset about
something that I thought had happened, and I took out my frustration
with you.
"Later on, we started going together, and being with you was
wonderful. But you come from a different world than me. You've been
places and done things that I may never do. I've never been on a yacht
in the Caribbean, or flown to Europe to watch a sunrise."
"You could if you stayed with me."
"I know. But soon, I wouldn't really be Pete Baker any longer. I would
just be the husband of the famous Kristen Baker, and we both know that
wouldn't last. It couldn't. I need to be my own person, and I would
eventually do something stupid. Think about what happened between Lu
and me. Lu was a beautiful woman, but she didn't overwhelm me, or talk
me into something. I didn't realize it at the time, but I've begun to
think that I was subconsciously trying to sabotage our relationship.
You forgave me for that, but you shouldn't have. You should have
kicked my ass, and never talked to me again.
"You'll always have a special place in my heart. But I'm with Karen
now, and I like her a lot. She's listening to this now, and I'm going
to have a lot of explaining to do. But I didn't want to hide anything
from her, or let her think that there was still something between you
and I."
Kristen eyed the two of us, and frowned. "Why do you think that you
and she will stay together?"
"I don't know if we will. But she's my age, and she comes from my
world. I guess we'll just have to see how it goes."
Kristen glared at us, and for a split second, I thought she was going
to lash out at me. Instead, she looked at Karen, and she seemed to
soften. It was as though some kind of invisible bond had suddenly
passed between them. Kristen looked sort of wistful when she asked
Karen, "Do you love him?"
What followed was a conversation only between them -- I felt like an
outsider.
Rather than answer Kristen directly, Karen quietly said, "He's easy to
love isn't he?"
"Yes, he is."
"When did you first know you were in love with him?"
"Almost from the beginning. When I first saw him, I knew there was
something special about him. The next time I saw him was at your house
the night of the party, and he absolutely blew me away. That's what he
was talking about just now. I'm sure he'll tell you about it if you
ask him."
"Are you ready to give him up?"
"No."
"Even after what he just said?"
"Yes, and part of what he said is true. He is young. But he's wrong
about me. I'm going to be very busy for quite a while, but I'll be
back. It's not over between us."
"What if he falls in love?"
"He may. Knowing Pete, he probably will."
This was getting difficult for me to listen to. I said, "Hey guys, I'm
standing right here! Do I have a say in any of this?"
They both looked at me and shook their heads. Then Karen said, "Pete,
if you wouldn't mind, would you please go inside. I'd like to talk
with Kristen for a while."
I shrugged, and reluctantly, I went inside to look for Frank. I found
him almost right away, since he was standing near the door playing a
slot machine. When I walked up, he said, "Boy, you sure hang with some
gorgeous girls. Jim's been talking about your sister Amy ever since
New Year's, and I see now what he means."
When he said it, I got that hollow feeling again. But I shook it off
and said, "Yeah, they seem to hit it off pretty well."
Then his eyes narrowed and he said, "But Pete, what's with you and
Kristen? She's obviously nuts about you. She's a fucking stone fox and
she's gonna be famous!"
"It's a long story, Frank; I don't want to get into it. Besides, from
the way you look at her, I thought you liked Karen?"
"I do. She's the only one of the three I can relate to. But she's made
it clear that she's with you."
"But Frank, you can't be hurting for girls. This is Vegas, and you
work here. You're surrounded by some of the most beautiful girls in
the world."
"Yeah, but I work as a helper in a stage show, and they all know it.
Romantically, it's, like, the kiss of death, dude. The babes are all
looking for their 'big break,' or some guy with money, and they know
that I'm just small potatoes. I've been going through one wicked
serious 'dry spell' lately."
"What about that girl at Casey's? She looked like a pretty hot
number."
He laughed and admitted, "She used to be. We've been going out for
over a year, and at the beginning it was great! But about six months
ago, she got religion! And since then, all she wants to do is drag me
to prayer meetings and shit."
We laughed and talked for a long time before Kristen and Karen came
in. Kristen said goodnight to Frank and I; then she hugged Karen and
excused herself.
Karen said to Frank, "Thanks for being my date." He stuck out his
hand, but she ignored it. Instead, she hugged him.
He acted a little uncomfortable, and his face turned red. He
stuttered, "Uhh, uhh, g'night," Then he sighed, and went back to the
slot machine.
Karen and I were walking to the elevator when she asked, "What's with
Frank?"
I grinned, "Well, he's been with a gorgeous girl all night; he's
horny, and he's watching her go off with another guy. I guess he's
frustrated."
We were waiting for the elevator, when Karen suddenly said, "Hey! Wait
here a minute," and walked rapidly back into the casino. I watched her
go toward the bar, and I soon figured out where she was headed. Jan
was sitting there, talking with some guy. Karen went to her and
grabbed her by the hand. They walked a few yards away and began
talking. I saw Jan laugh; then she shrugged. They walked together to
where Frank was, and I saw Karen introduce them.
A few minutes later, Karen came back with a big grin on her face and
said, "There! We won't have to worry about Frank tonight."
It was after three when we got to the room. I asked Karen about the
bathroom, and she said to go ahead. When I came out, she was in bed,
under the covers. But as soon as she saw me, she got up, and walked
naked, toward the bathroom. She stopped at the door and asked, "Are
you going to be awake when I come out?"
I grinned, "Would you like me to be?"
"Yes."
My grin began fading as I took off my clothes and lay back on the bed.
It had been a long, and very interesting day. But two things were
foremost in my thoughts.
Lu's death was weighing heavily on me, but worse than that, the sight
of Jim's car driving off with Amy in it, kept popping into my mind. I
tried to rationalize it away by saying to myself that it was
inevitable, but I just couldn't believe it was happening now, and I
was starting to get upset.
I got out of bed, and I was standing by the window when Karen came in
and stood beside me.
I stared at our reflection in the glass, and my heart went out to her.
Was this a girl who I could be with for a long time? She's everything
that Kristen wasn't. She's my age, she lives close and she's not a
threat of any kind. She's not as spectacular looking as Kristen is,
but she's certainly pretty enough, and on top of all that, she hasn't
been all over the world. So she and I could visit places and learn
about things together.
She saw me looking at her and asked, "Well, what do you think?"
"About what?"
"About taking me to bed and making love to me."
I picked her up in my arms and carried her to the bed. I put her
gently down and we kissed for a long time.
Suddenly, she yawned!
She started to apologize, and I asked, "Are you sure you're not too
tired for this?"
She sat up and shook herself. Then she grinned and said, "Not a
chance. This weekend is my fantasy, and I'm going to remember
everything for the rest of my life. I want to make sure I don't miss a
thing."
Maybe her romantic determination gave us each a second wind. Something
sure did -- we made love until it started to get light outside! Then
we stood naked, by the window, with our arms around each other, and
watched the sun come up over the horizon. 

Sunday

The telephone jarred me awake the next morning. It was Bob Taylor,
asking if Jan was here. I was so tired, he had to ask me a second time
before I told him no. I had barely said "Goodbye" and hung up when it
rang again. This time, the caller was Amy, and I felt the hollow place
in my stomach again.
She seemed bright and cheerful, which actually made matters worse, at
least for part of my heart. What was wrong with me? We'd already
settled this. Hadn't we? She said, "You brought bathing suits with
you, didn't you?"
"Uh-huh."
"Kris and I are going to hit the spa. Wanna join us?"
I looked at Karen. She was still asleep, so I asked, "What time?"
"Well, it's twelve now. Both Kris and I have to make some calls. How
about coming by the room about one o'clock."
"We haven't had breakfast."
"We'll hit the exercise room, then we'll swim a few laps; and after
that we can attack the lunch buffet."
I knew that this was the only way I would wake up, so I said, "Sounds
great, we'll see ya then."
I went in and used the bathroom. Then I jumped in the shower to get
rid of the results from last night's lovemaking. I was drying off when
I remembered something I had read in the sex book in Cantil. Karen had
said that this was a fantasy weekend for her. I started wondering if
she had ever been waked up like the book described. I found a clean,
fluffy washcloth, then wet it in nicely warm water. I grinned in
anticipation as I crept almost silently into the bedroom.
She was still sound asleep, curled into a ball with her arm lying
across the bed where I had been. She looked so cute I wanted to hug
her. Instead, I rolled her gently on her back.
She frowned a little; but she didn't wake up, even when I put the
washcloth on her pussy. I let the washcloth soak there for a minute,
while I enjoyed sniffing the little wisps of her scent on my fingers.
I wiped her a little, then inhaled more of her aroma. Mmm! I couldn't
hold myself back any longer. I bent down, touched the tip of my tongue
directly on her clit and held it there.
Her body tensed slightly, and she seemed to be waking up, so I moved
my tongue around her clit a little, until she started to get wet. Then
I pulled my tongue back, waited a second, and touched it to her once
more. Soon, every time I did it, she made a pleased-sounding little
moaning noise. At one point, she reached down and tried to touch my
head. I think she wanted to kiss me. But I grabbed her wrists, held
them against the bed, and continued what I was doing. She was
definitely awake now, and getting wetter by the second. By now, every
time I would touch my tongue to her, she would try to force her body
closer to me. I kept alternately touching her and backing away.
Within minutes, she began shuddering and whispering, "Oh God, Oh God!"
Then she tore her wrists away from my hands, pulled my head against
her, and began coming. I was distracted by my enjoyment of her
fluids, so I don't know whether Karen had multiple orgasms or one
giant one. She did seem to enjoy herself, though. I do know that she
held me against her for so long, I was beginning to get a crick in my
neck. Then she suddenly released me, jumped up, rolled me on my back,
and began covering my face with kisses. I was wet with her juices, but
she didn't seem to mind. After a few seconds, she hugged me tightly to
her and put her head on my chest.
She was still breathing hard when she said, "I was dreaming that you
were making love to me, when suddenly I felt you down there. I thought
at first I was still dreaming, but you kept touching your tongue to
me, and I began to feel it through my entire body. It was really
intense, Pete. Where did you learn to do that?"
Then she sat up and said, "Oh Pete, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to pry. I
just meant --"
I stopped her by touching my finger to her lips, and I said, "Believe
it or not, I read about it in a book."
A look of surprise appeared on Karen's face and stayed for several
seconds. Then she smiled and whispered, "Thank you, Pete."

* * * * *

Karen took a shower; then we slipped on our bathing suits and  some
sweats, and went to get the girls. Karen had been chattering away
about what we were going to do today, and I knocked on their door. But
as soon as the door opened, she got quiet. Kristen was wearing a
bathing suit that I thought showed her off especially well. In fact,
she looked fantastic. It wasn't a mini bikini -- it was just a simple
two-piece suit, and she had her hair tied back -- but she looked like
something out of Playboy. She turned and yelled, "Amy, c'mon, they're
here."
Less than five seconds later, Amy came into the room, and walked up
next to Kristen. She was wearing a suit similar to Kristen's and a
pair of those famous dark glasses.
I don't know why I hadn't noticed her lately. Probably because she
didn't dress to show herself off, and around the house she always wore
sweats, or loose fitting blouses. But her body was unbelievable. She
and Kristen are about the same size, and both have big breasts. But
Amy's waist is a little smaller, which made her chest look even
bigger.
Kristen said to Karen, "Leave the sweats here. We left LA in such a
hurry we didn't bring enough clothes, and both of us slept late, so we
have a time problem. These days on the road are killers, and I HAVE to
work out, or I'll end up looking like a slug. But they won't let us
have breakfast in our bathing suits, and in order to save time, I
ordered us some sundresses."
Karen said, "But I have my sweats!"
Kristen waved her hand, saying, "Ahh, don't worry about it. The
sundresses are cuter, and the hotel will pay for them. We can pick
them up on the way to the spa. And when we're finished, we can wear
them to the buffet. You wear about a size four, right?"
"Uhh, yes."
"Good, let's go."
An amazed Karen took off her sweats, and the four of us headed for the
elevator.
On the way to the gym, we stopped by one of the overpriced boutiques
that the big hotels are famous for, and the salesgirl handed Kristen a
small bundle.
When we got to the gym, I was surprised to see how familiar Amy was
with the equipment. When I asked her why, she replied, "Haven't you
noticed that I don't spend much time in the lunch room lately? I have
one of those earpieces for my cell phone, and during lunch, I go to
the gym, and I either ride the exercise bike or the treadmill, while I
talk on the phone. And by the way, I see that you have Dad's work-out
machine set up in your room. I'd like some time on it when you're not
using it."
Aloud, I answered, "No problem, we'll set up a schedule." Silently, I
started dealing with the realization that there was a whole lot about
Amy I didn't know.
Karen was not used to the machines, so I spent some time showing her
what to do. Then I hit a rowing machine, hard! We didn't really have
enough time available for a heavy warmup and warmdown, much less the
long, tough workout I probably needed. But, by the time we had to
leave, we had all managed to at least work up a good sweat. I thought
about how good my body felt right now. I decided that my mental note
about workouts should include a reminder of how good they could make a
body feel.
 From there, we went to the lap pool. We rinsed off first at the
stand-up showers. Kristen immediately hit the water, but Karen went to
one of the viewing benches and sat down. Amy and I walked over to see
why. She has been wearing a bandage covering her tattoo, and she
explained that the tattoo guy said she couldn't go into a pool for a
couple of weeks because of the risk of infection. Also, the chlorine
could bleach the colors. Amy insisted on seeing it, and called Kristen
to come out of the pool to see it too. So I jumped in the water, while
the three of them ooh'd and aah'd over it.
The water felt great and I was swimming hard, when a girl swam right
on by me. It seemed like a challenge to me, and I like challenges. So,
I gave it all I had when I tried to catch her. But she kept pulling
away and she was waiting for me when I got to the end of the pool. I
was completely out of breath when I got there, and as soon as I shook
the water from my eyes, I looked at her. She wasn't even breathing
hard! Her body was long, very lean, and oddly familiar. She was
wearing the tiniest bikini I ever saw, but she wasn't wearing any
make-up.
However, it was only when she said, "Hi Pete," that I recognized her.
She was Belle, the dancer from last night. Kris and Amy swam up. I
tried to introduce her, but the girls seemed to know her -- she
immediately started talking to Amy.
Kristen and I swam slowly away, and I noticed her grinning. When I
asked why, she said, "Poor Amy. Whenever we go anywhere together, it's
like that. I'm supposed to be the famous one, but as soon as anyone in
the business finds out who she is, they're all over her, trying to get
her to sign them up."
"Is Amy really that good?"
"You bet she is. She's so smart; it's scary. Tomaso picked up on it
right away, and talked to your dad and Ben about it."
"You and she get along pretty well, don't you?"
"Yes, we do. In some ways, she's closer to me than my family. She's
the best friend I ever had. By the way, speaking of smart; Karen is no
slouch, you know. And she really likes you."
"And that doesn't bother you?"
"No. She seems like a nice girl, and I want you to be with someone
nice, until you grow up some more. Then you and I will be together."
"You're beginning to sound like someone else I know."
She smiled, "If you mean Desi, you're right. Maybe she and I will end
up flipping a coin for you."
I was grinning back at her when Amy and Belle swam by. I couldn't help
comparing their styles. Amy was a good swimmer, but Belle's stroke
looked effortless. I wondered how she and Erin would do in a swimming
contest. Then I wondered if I could talk Belle into giving me a few
tips on swimming. Or whatever.
We all swam a few laps; then Amy pointed to her wrist, and we all
climbed out of the pool. We were standing together drying off, and I
looked at Belle. At five eight or so, both Amy and Kristen are tall
girls. But Belle has at least three inches on them.
She has a typical, professional dancer's body. Medium sized tits, a
great ass, and not an extra ounce of fat.
The tiny bikini hardly hid anything. When she saw me looking at her,
she stopped drying herself, raised an eyebrow, and smiled slightly.
Then she slowly ran the towel down her stomach and between her legs.
I quickly turned away and walked over to Karen. It would have been
difficult to hide a hard-on in these swimming trunks.
Karen had an odd look on her face as she asked me,  "Have a good
time?"
I was about to answer, when Amy called, "Hey Karen, c'mon, let's get
dressed. We're starving."
Karen got up and followed Kristen and Amy toward the women's dressing
room.
Outside of each dressing room is a pair of showerheads. They're there
so you can rinse off the pool water. They're on opposite sides of the
dressing rooms, so they're hidden from each other. 
The pool water was cold, and I was standing under one of them warming
up, when Belle walked up and used the other one. The fact that it was
next to the men's dressing room didn't bother her, and she seemed to
be watching me. When I turned mine off, she did, too. Then she asked,
"Are you gonna be around tonight?"
"I guess so. Why?"
"You still owe me a dance."
Just then, some guys walked up, so she wiggled her fingers at me and
walked toward the ladies dressing room.
I dried off, put on my sweats, and I was waiting outside when the
girls came out. Belle waved goodbye and left. 
Karen, Amy, and Kristen came over to me, and all three were wearing
cute, flowered sundresses that stopped well above their knees. There
was a lot of leg showing, and they all looked great. They had been
giggling when they came out of the dressing room. I started to walk to
the restaurant and Karen grabbed my arm. She whispered, "Don't walk
too fast. We forgot to bring panties."
I couldn't help it. Even though I was almost positive Karen only said
that to tease me, I just had to check. What if they really had
forgotten to bring panties? While the girls were standing in line at
the buffet, and all through breakfast, I couldn't stop trying to see
under their skirts.
After lunch, Amy and Kristen excused themselves, saying that they had
a lot to do to get ready for tonight. Karen asked Kristen if she was
going to wear what she wore at the Miracle, and when she did, Amy and
Kristen darted looks at each other. Then Kristen said, "No, the backup
singers are bringing some things here this afternoon, and Tomaso will
bring the full wardrobe with him tomorrow."
She also mentioned that there would be a table waiting for us at the
show; then they left.
As the two girls walked away, what probably happened last night
between Amy and Jim crossed my mind, but I ignored it as best I could.
Some of the casinos in Vegas are almost a block long. So there is an
elevated tram connecting a lot of them together. Karen and I rode the
tram, getting off at different casinos and gorging ourselves on dollar
hot-dogs and seventy-five-cent shrimp cocktails while we, well okay,
while Karen window-shopped. I have to admit I snickered a few times,
especially when she kept using pieces of food to point at things as
she talked about them. We were on the tram back to go back to our
hotel, when we saw Jan and Frank. They were sitting a few rows ahead
of us, and they seemed to be arguing about something. When the tram
stopped for our hotel, we didn't want to intrude, so we waited until
they were ahead of us before we followed them into the hotel. Once we
were all inside, they stopped, so we walked over by our elevator, and
watched. He seemed to be pleading with her, while she kept shaking her
head. Finally, he walked off, and Jan came over to us.
She said, "Hi. I saw you in the tram behind us."
I answered, "Is everything okay? It looked like you were arguing."
"Yeah, it's fine. He wants me to spend the rest of the day with him
too, but I told him I have to get back to my husband. Horny young guys
are fun, but not as much fun as you guys were. Plus, I think I wore
both of them out. The other guy was still asleep when we left this
morning."
"The other guy! What other guy?"
"His buddy Jim. He showed up right after we got to Frank's house.
Didn't you send him over?"
'Did she say Jim?' I thought. I didn't know what I'd done to earn this
gift from the gods, but I sure wasn't going to waste it. "No we
didn't. Was he uhh, alone?"
"Yeah. He was kinda bummed when he first walked in. It was something
about a girl he likes. But he forgot about that soon enough."
I knew that I should not let myself be so affected by what she said,
but suddenly I found myself in a much better mood. I managed to keep
from laughing out loud, but I did smile as I asked, "Uh, two nights in
a row. Aren't you exhausted?"
"Naah. We just woke up a couple of hours ago."
"Have you talked to Bob? He called our room, asking for you."
"No, the last I saw of him was last night. He was on the way to our
room with a Keno girl. I hope he didn't give her all the cash he had."
Karen and I were looking at each other in amazement when Jan asked,
"By the way, are you guys really seventeen years old?"
We both nodded.
"Well, you two seem to know your way around the bedroom. Does Kristen
party too?"
I was thinking that this would hurt Kristen's career, and I was
searching for something to say, when Karen stepped in front of Jan and
said, "No, Jan, Kristen doesn't party. And you have to promise not to
say anything about what happened between the three of us the other
night. You are the only one who knows what really went on, and if
word, uhh, somehow leaks out, Pete and I will deny that anything
happened. Anyway, Pete and I were together when Pete met Kristen, and
she sort of swept him off his feet. But she's a nice girl, and if what
went on between us the other night got out, it would hurt her
personally, along with her career."
"So she looks the other way when you guys party?"
"No, she surprised us when she showed up in Vegas."
"Oooo! That's interesting. Well, don't worry. It'll be our secret. I
don't want any of my friends finding out that I spent the night with a
couple of high school kids; I don't care how good they are in bed."
Jan left, and we caught the elevator back to our room. Some other
people were on the elevator, so we didn't say anything to each other,
but I noticed that Karen had a smile on her face.
When we got to the room, I said, "That was a great story, and I think
she bought it. But what's the reason for the big smile?"
She walked over to me and gave me a big hug. Then she said, "Did you
hear what she said? She told us that we were good in bed. Am I, Pete?
Do I please you?"
"Of course you do. You're a wonderful lover. Why would you ask such a
question?"
"Well, there's a couple of reasons. The first is, I'm kinda
intimidated by you, because you have so much more experience than I
do. But, worse than that, when the girls and I changed clothes at the
pool, for a minute we were all naked. Pete, those girls are beautiful!
Kristen and Amy are both tall and have bodies to die for, and Belle is
even taller. I not only felt plain, I felt like a damn midget. Doesn't
it bother you that you're a foot taller than I am?"
The look on her face touched my heart. In some ways, she's an aware
intelligent woman, who somehow seems to know more about life than I
do. In other ways, she's like a little girl. Particularly in the way
she depends on me to protect her and keep her safe. This was a role
that I was finding I liked. People had been doing those things for me
up until now, and I felt good doing them for someone else.
I held her to me and stroked her head. After we kissed, I said, "No,
you're not plain at all." Then I fibbed a little and said, "And you're
plenty tall enough. As a matter of fact, you're just about the perfect
size."
I would have said more, but she put her finger on my lips, and we went
to the couch and sat down. I put my arm around her, and we both sat
there resting. In a moment, she said, "I meant to tell you how
wonderful you looked dancing with Belle last night."
I explained how we had danced together when I stayed at the Miracle
over New Year's. She nodded and said, "Yes, that's what Kristen told
me."
So I asked, "You and she talked for quite a while last night. What
else did you talk about?"
She didn't answer for a while. Finally, she shook her head and said,
"Not now, Pete. Let's just relax and have fun."
"So, you're having a good time?"
She rolled off the couch and got on her knees in front of me. She
started unzipping my pants as she said, "I'm having better than a good
time. I'm having the best time of my life. Even the way you woke me
this morning was wonderful, and I'd like to return the favor."

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