Chapter 3
Everyone was asleep but Bull as he pulled over the crest of a hill and saw the neon lake of Las Vegas in the distance.
The many-fabled Vegas, Bull thought and slowed, looking for a place to stop and contemplate the view. He stopped the car and got out.
The dark night's starladon sky rivaled the mirage of manmade light in splendor, but somehow not in awe. It was as though the divinities had known of the powers they unleashed in the universe when they lit up the stars. The orbs were huge amounts of space apart. And man clusters on the earth like stars—not bad, Bull thought. A thought like that is worth stopping the car for.
"What is it?" Cindy's sleepy voice interrupted Bull's train of thought.
"Nothing, baby. There's Las Vegas below us. It's beautiful from here."
"I want to see, too." Patti's voice from the back of the car told Bull that everyone was now awake. Gallantly he opened the car doors and waved them forward to see the view.
In each of their minds the neon took a different shape but still looked like nothing so much as an electric lake. In a few minutes they would be there, submerged in its timeless style. Deep in the waters of a place where vice was a capital shrine.
The perfect place for a revolution, Taco was thinking. And the four of us are starting one in a way. We will be knowingly polygamous. On whom was a crime being committed, then? It would be an interesting debate. And what the hell. It was fun.
"Well, let's not stand here all night," Patti finally said practically. "I want to get there. Don't you guys agree?"
"But this is so nice out here," Cindy replied, romantically throwing her head back and consuming the night.
"Yeah, but we don't have all night," Bull echoed Patti's practicality. He, too, was eager.
"Okay. Let's go," Taco decided. "I'll drive."
With renewed excitement they piled into the car and were off in a spin of wheels on the gravel at the side of the road.
In no time it seemed they were rolling slowly by the huge signs of the Strip. Seemingly without a thought, Taco pulled into the Stardust Hotel.
Sometimes he acts like he's guessing my mind, Bull thought. I would have done the same thing.
Each couple had brought only a small bag, so that luggage was not a problem. And as soon as Taco slipped the night clerk a twenty-dollar bill, they got a double room with king-size beds.
"Send the bags ahead," Taco told the clerk. He saw a bitchy walk he had been eyeing turn out to be a blonde with more than a wink in her eye. Over his shoulder he said to the other three, "Be back later, folks. Think I'll test my fate." He strolled off across the mezzanine and took the three steps into the casino pit as he regarded the blonde's shapely legs.
Cindy chuckled and shook her head. "Taco's too much when he does that. Wonder what it's like."
"What do you mean?"
"Oh, nothing. Just that it's funny sometimes how Taco just drifts away on the scent of something—like he was nothing but a rambling dog. I think I'd like to be that way." Cindy reflected on the character trait.
"These your bags, miss?" She found the question coming at her from a bellboy who looked enough like her father to be a twin.
"Yes. The clerk has the key," she said with the beginnings of an idea forming in her mind as the bellboy looked her up and down speculatively.
"Let's get a drink before going up. What do you say?" she suggested. Bull and Patti agreed.
"Here." Cindy dug into her purse and took out a crumpled bill. "Take the bags ahead of us. And, here's for your trouble." She handed the money to the bellhop and in the same motion tickled his palm with her index finger.
The bar was on the far side of the casino. On the way over Bull stopped and bought some chips. Their clatter in his hand made him feel as if he had only truly arrived in Vegas at that moment.
Then, as they started down the steps, Cindy halted as if remembering something and said, "You two go ahead. I'll join you after I brush my teeth. After all, that ride we took was quite a mouthful for me." She grinned at them.
Both Bull and Patti laughed appreciatively at the joke and agreed. They watched her red-pantied ass swing saucily up the stairs.
"You know something," Bull said matter of factly as he and Patti threaded their way across the casino floor, "I think Cindy's had an impulse to fuck the bellboy."
"Really, Bull?" Patti made her eyes as big as saucers in reply. He could see rounded sections of the people and the gaming tables reflected amidst the shiny spokes of her gray-green eyes. For some reason Bull thought of foggy sea coasts when he saw Patti's eyes that way. With a grunt of "We'll see," he took her by the elbow and entered the lounge.
"Two in a corner booth, if you please," he said to the frosty-haired hostess with an hourglass figure. He held a chip between his forefinger and thumb as if he were about to spin it down the cleavage of her softly bulging breasts.
"I've just the booth, it seems," the hostess said with a slow smile and led the way to a cove of booths. In the corner tucked like a teardrop between two large party booths was an oddly sculptured table exactly right for two.
Once in the booth, they could see a piano circling above the long bar counter. On the moving platform a trio played cool and lilting jazz. Suddenly the mood was intimate between them and they were gazing like eternal lovers into each other's eyes.
"What'll you kids have tonight?" A scantily dressed barmaid with a perky manner stood before them to take their order.
"Champagne," Patti said impulsively.
"Okay. And make it something special. You choose the house and the year," Bull ordered the barmaid and then returned his gaze to Patti.
"Do you know how beautiful you are?" he said as he took one of her hands in his.
"No, tell me," Patti implored and licked her lips as she leaned her face toward him.
"I don't want to tell you—I want to show you."
"How are you going to do that here?" An impish smile was growing on Patti's face.
Before Bull could answer, the girl arrived back with the wine. After sampling the taste and finding it satisfying, he said it was fine. Once again they were alone in the secluded booth crowded amongst a multitude of people.
"I could eat you right here." Bull was thinking out loud in a half-kidding whisper.
"You wouldn't dare," Patti gasped and giggled when she felt her pussy quiver with the thought of it.
"Sure I would. The tablecloth would hide me. No one would know." Bull was warming quickly to the idea.
"Oh, Bull! How could I just sit here with my face showing and all? No, I couldn't! I would be embarrassed to death."
"No, you wouldn't." Bull's tone revealed a determination that Patti caught the sound of.
"Bull, you wouldn't. No, you can't," she whispered shrilly even as hope sank in her breast and she saw his head disappearing past the edge of the table. "Bull, cut it out!" There was a nearly hysterical note in her plea as she felt his hand creep up her bare thigh. A tingling sensation took place deep in her loins and, despite herself, she was drawn to the idea.
"Scoot forward so I can get your panties off." Bull's voice was a whisper below her. Hurriedly she checked the booth next to her to see if anyone was looking. Then as if hypnotized by the thought of what was taking place, she complied.
When Bull first tugged at the slip of material about her hips he nearly brought her under the table with him. Patti had the absurd picture of herself about to drown. But then as the material slid down her legs she was able to struggle up until her elbows supported her weight on the table edge.
"Bull, stop! It's too much," she whispered harshly. But something told her that he would not—no matter what she said.
She could feel his jaw as it worked its way along her thigh. His hot tongue began to caress the soft inner flesh of her groin. Jeez, it is really happening! Patti thought as she became increasingly aware of all the sounds and movement around her. I'm being eaten in front of a thousand people and nobody knows. Christ, this is weird.
Bull's tongue was now insisting wetly at the slit of her pussy lips. With a shudder of giddiness she felt her cunt part as the tip of Bull's tongue wriggled in. God, what an incredible feeling this is—looking around at all these people and having my pussy licked at the same time! It's just too delicious, Patti thought.
Bull had found her clit and now was wriggling the growing nub back and forth with all his might. Wild, wanton shivers coursed up Patti and it was everything she could do to keep from moaning aloud.
What if someone looked and saw Bull was gone? Would they guess where he was—with his mouth suckling the stud of her clit beneath the table? Patti's teeth literally started to chatter with the tension the moment was creating in her. Her eyes closed slowly as she took a sip of champagne, hoping it would steady her. But it only served to burn its way through her body and meet Bull's tongue in an excruciating tickle of ecstasy on the tip of her clit.
"Oh," she groaned and attempted to clench her teeth. "I'm cumming!" She hissed between her teeth as if she were a bird in a cage. The sound trilled out of her as she climaxed and drenched Bull's tongue with her sweet-tasting sex.
Cindy walked across the lobby just in time to catch sight of the bellboy and his cart turning down a hallway toward the pool side of the hotel. Since she'd forgotten to get the room number she would have to follow him there. She hurried to catch up.
Hey, that's right, she told herself as her steps quickened, Bull and Patti and Taco don't know the room number either. Well, she could always find them somewhere.
She saw the man's uniformed back take another turn and she almost whistled for him to stop but caught herself in time. Then just as she turned the corner and broke into a trot, she saw he was stopped at a door and unlocking it.
"Hello," she said, half breathless from the chase.
"Ma'am." He nodded politely, then again eyed her as if she were a piece of beef on the hoof. He swung the door open, clicked the light switch on and then silently gestured that she should go ahead.
Suddenly Cindy was a little afraid of the impulse that had made her follow this man. His eyes were cool and full of irony and she could see that she had not been mistaken about the resemblance he held to her father. What would her daddy the banker think if he saw he had a twin that was a Las Vegas bellboy? As she passed before him, she wondered if he might not touch her on the ass.
But he did not. Politely he carried the bags to the foot of each bed. With the practiced movements of routine, he pulled the drapes back to reveal the soft pool lights outside the sliding glass doors on the far side of the room.
"Is there anything I can do for you, ma'am?" he asked after checking the bathroom for towels.
"Yes, you can," Cindy answered slowly, wondering at her boldness. "I followed you up here because you look like my father."
"That's a good one!" the man guffawed.
"Don't you believe me?" Cindy demanded, offended by his laughter.
"Sure, baby. I believe you." His smile changed to a leer as he approached her.
"Never mind. I can see you don't understand." Cindy was irritated with the turn of events. "You can go now," she finished coldly.
"Sure, baby." He was not paying the slightest attention to her words. "I'll go. Only after you get what you came up here for."
"What are you talking about?" Cindy wondered if she had been that apparent or if this guy was just a wolf with an overbearing manner.
"Don't kid me, sister." His eyes were wise as he grabbed her shoulders in a firm grip and crushed her mouth to his.
Without concerning herself further about who or what he was, Cindy gave in to the kiss. She felt his tongue probe deeply into her mouth and touch hers. She responded as if the touch were fire and like a fencer drove him back with quick hot darts of her own volatile tongue.
He pushed her away from him and onto the bed. In a studied, almost ritualistic manner he held her gaze while he took off his uniform.
The hair on his well-tanned chest was salt and pepper gray and Cindy thought to herself that he must spend all day in the sun to keep up that tan. Beneath the slim fit of his uniform pants he was naked and the sight of his heavy cock and balls was somehow ominous. They looked mean—if such a thing could be said about a man's genitals. A shiver that was a mixture of both fear and anticipation ran up Cindy's spine.
"Sure of yourself, aren't you?" she wanted to know with a petulant smile on her lips.
"Sure enough," was his reply.
"What makes you think I won't scream rape and have you and the hotel in a lawsuit?"
"You know how many of those things we get every day in this town, lady?" He shook his head as if it was pitiful to think about. "Besides, if what you were after was something like that, you'd never put yourself in the position you're in without witnesses. So, let's cut the small talk and get it on."
There was something commanding in his tone that Cindy felt the need to obey. Perhaps it was that he looked so much like her father. Docilely she slid the light dress she wore over her head.
Beneath, she was wearing no bra so that her pert breasts were revealed immediately to his measuring gaze. The way his eyes took her in was as if she were an animal to be judged among a herd of others and he was just familiarizing himself with her attributes. The gaze was so cold she shivered with it. But at the same time she was fascinated that such an attitude could exist.
Before she could protest, he put one hand on her chest and took her panties in the other, then pushed and pulled in one motion. Her panties were gone with hardly a sound, he was so quick and strong.
This is turning into something more than I bargained for with this dude, Cindy thought as he yanked her into his arms with a wrench. What the hell's he got about the rough stuff? I hope I haven't gotten hold of a sadist.
He curled his fingers in her hair and pulled her head back so that she could feel her throat go taut with the pressure. There was just the slightest tingle of pain on the edge of where his arms held her. Still, his eyes held that steady measuring appraisal. Jesus, is he an ice cube or something? The thought panicked her and he saw the fright cloud her eyes.
"What do you want to do, little girl?" he asked in a compelling tone.
Without thinking, she spoke. "Whatever you want."
An almost cruel smile played across his lips and a sneer passed into his eyes. This one is going to be too easy, he thought in the private part of his mind.
"Here you are," drawled Taco, just as Bull wiped Patti's cum from his lips with the careful napkin dabbing of a true connoisseur. "This is Linda McGraw," Taco continued as a striking blonde slid into the booth beside Patti. Taco slid in after her so that the two women were confined at the back of the booth.
"I asked the girl to bring us more glasses and another bottle of champagne." Taco smiled. "What were you doing, eating Patti beneath the table?"
Patti blushed and looked around guiltily, wondering who else might have seen.
"Oh, don't worry. You really couldn't tell," Linda laughingly assured her. Reassuringly, her hand touched Patti's thigh and a series of goose-flesh bumps crawled along the marble flesh.
"How did you know?" Bull asked matter of factly and frankly not surprised by his brother's perceptive guess.
"I know that look on my wife's face. And when I saw it and she was alone, I got curious. By the time I looked again your head was just rising past the booth rim—so I put two and two together and Linda and I decided to join you." Taco shrugged as if it all were child's play.
Before anyone could speak further about it, the waitress came with two more glasses and another bottle of the same champagne.
"Just leave it unopened, if you will. We'll finish this one first," Taco said to her. When she had left he turned to Bull and added, "Linda thinks it's a wild idea and wants to try it."
"What is?" Bull asked as he sipped his wine.
"Making love beneath the table."
"Who to?" Bull's interest began to pique.
"Anyone who wants her to," Taco answered. Bull glanced at Linda and she smiled demurely in agreement.
Patti seemed frozen. And she very nearly was. Linda had pressed one breast into her upper arm while her hand stole up and down Patti's thigh and boldly sought entrance to her crotch. Bull could not really tell what was happening, of course, so he looked back at Taco.
"Is this all really happening?" In a hesitating voice Patti finally broke the silence.
"Sure it is, sugar." Linda's hand managed to wedge itself between Patti's quaking legs.
"Well, I know one thing," Patti said, gaining control of herself. "I'm not sitting up here while somebody else goes down there again. I'm going if anybody does!"
Suddenly Bull roared his laughter into the room. The remark showed such good spirit on Patti's part that he adored her. Taco's grin was wry, of course.
"Why don't we both go down?" Linda suggested with inspiration. "That way neither man will know who's doing who!"
It seemed like a delightful idea to both men and Patti had already volunteered. So, as casually as possible, both girls slid down in the booth and disappeared beneath the table.
When Patti's eyes adjusted to the dark she saw Linda holding one finger to her lips for secrecy while her other hand worked down her blouse front and freed her bra-clad breasts. The bright pink lace was only for the most basic support rather than anything else since in the center was a hole through which Linda's nipples stuck impetuously. Linda put both hands on the sides of Patti's face and whispered a delicate kiss on her lips with just a tiny fleece of the tongue at the end.
They were cramped together around the stainless-steel column that held up the table top, so that it was hard to move against the men's legs. Patti thought it best to stay in the back of the booth and not try changing sides by going around the column. So, she turned her attention to Bull's lap, ready to start action.
Her hand scurried along his trouser leg until she felt the length of his prick harden beneath her palm. Behind her she could feel Linda's bottom maneuvering for position against her. As her hand undid Bull's zipper her ass also pushed against Linda's. She was holding her own. As she pulled Bull's cock from his fly she felt Linda's hand hitch her mini-dress up and pull her panties off her hips. Determined not to lose any ground, Patti's own hands did the same while her mouth sucked in the bulb of Bull's throbbing prick.
Patti could feel the silken hardness of Linda's buns as they ground against her own. She pressed back and felt Linda's hand steal backward between her own legs and touch Patti's cunt lips. In an effort to duplicate the maneuver, Patti forgot what her mouth was doing and pulled Bull forward and down with a bite.
"Ow!" She heard an exclamation from above and realized what she had done. Trying to show how contrite she felt with her mouth, she tenderly tongued the bulbous head until she felt the tension drain from Bull's groin and his prick start to grow again.
Linda's finger in her pussy was already beginning to steam her up and she let her mouth communicate the heat to Bull's enormous staff. She caressed his balls with her tongue, then licked longingly up the underside of his fleshy, gnarled dick and found the notch of flesh at the head. She let her tongue linger there until Linda's finger penetrated the walls of her pussy. Then, as if to fill her mouth with the rod would fulfill her further, she sucked the member's head in with a pop.
Her tongue licked the slit-eyed head over and around and down the elliptical end. She curled her tongue way back in her mouth, making it as big as she could. She sucked on his pecker and tickled her tongue at its end.
Linda's finger was pulsing in and out of her box as her thumb strummed Patti's clit. The mouthing's on Bull's cock became more fervid, more insistent, as the woman's fingers caused Patti's cum to start. She felt impaled and strung between two hot places and her only defense was to suck and wriggle as hard as she could.
Her fingers were doing much the same thing to Linda and somehow in her mind she saw her tongue as part of her hand. In her mouth she translated the scene in torrid writhings on the end of Bull's massive prick. Hungrily and frantically, she plunged the organ in and out of her mouth, praying to herself that Bull would cum quickly. Her own orgasm was driving her body into gigantic throbs and her mind began to worry that they would all upset the table. From the buckings of Linda's ass against hers, Patti could tell that the other woman was in much the same state.
Her body began to sweat with the heat of the close quarters and grouped sexual contact; she felt as if she were going to faint. Just as the last tremor she thought she could stand shook her, her mouth felt Bull's prick swell and his hips thrust deeply at her. In one electrifying moment her mouth was gorged with semen, and at the same time her cunt let loose a torrent about Linda's hand. From a great distance she could feel Linda's pussy wet her fingers as well.
She swallowed frantically, knowing another mouth load would shortly come, and felt as if she were drowning. Her eyes watered, her throat worked and Bull's prick sent another wad blasting into her. She lost all sense of time and space and felt as if she were a small boat rocking between two waves. Her mouth gobbled the semen as if it were intended for her pussy and she were hurrying it along lest it be late. As if she were a river canyon for the waters to rage through, the cumming went on endlessly. With each moment's passing she became a different event in nature until finally the orgasms dwindled and stopped.
Without even taking her mouth from around Bull's softening prick she laid her head on his thigh and rested. Like a baby halfheartedly sucking a bottle she felt relaxed on the after edge of bliss. She did not want to move for an eternity.
"How would you like it if I slapped you around a little bit, baby?" The bellman's tone was cynical and mocking. His hand curled more tightly into Cindy's hair and he pulled her away from him.
"Oh, no, please," she begged. "Please don't."
Contemptuously he pulled her head farther back and her body followed until her legs struck the edge of the bed and she fell onto it as he let her hair go.
"Turn over," he ordered. Frightened, Cindy did as he said.
"What are you going to do?" Her voice was small, imploring.
"Shut up, bitch." The man was no longer coolly cynical, but gruff and ill-tempered. Sitting down on the bed beside her, he pulled her up the bed until her head rested against the pillow.
"On your knees with your shoulders on the bed," he ordered as he crawled up behind her. Cindy was still too frightened to do anything but comply. When her rear was poised as high as it could go from the position she was in, he brought both hands smacking down on her taut buns and the report of the contact was like a rifle firing. He hit her too hard, hurting at first. But as she protested with a whimpering cry the sting set in.
"Please don't hurt me," she begged while she wished that Bull was there. But Bull did not even know the room number so there was no hope there. Her mind worked frantically for some means of escape, and just then he put one stubby finger into her tightly exposed crotch and wagged it in the folds of her moist flesh. Despite her fear and her smarting ass, the new feeling was good and now hope that he was not as mean as he seemed crowded the other emotions in her mind.
Perhaps he's only trying to scare me. Maybe if I act like I'm not afraid he'll stop.
She made her voice kittenish. "Don't you want a little frenching first, lover man?" She looked up at him and licked her lips invitingly. With her eyes she told him her hunger was to suck his cock. Behind it all, she realized she felt depraved since his finger was arousing more than feigned lust.
"Now that's a good idea," he said as if there was more to his acceptance than met the ear. "Why don't you do just that, baby?"
He leaned back on the bed and, using his hands to support his upper body, he rested his ass on the haunches of his legs. When Cindy turned over and looked at the thing she had offered her mouth to, a gasp escaped her lips. This time as she gazed at the man's rod, she saw clearly that he was not circumcised. And somehow the fact lent a unique personality to his prick.
She had never sucked an uncircumcised dick before. Then too, as she had noticed before, this man's prick somehow looked mean. He caught the glimmer of her hesitation.
"What are you waiting for, bitch?" One of his hands came up as if to strike her and quickly she lowered her head after the beastly-looking thing.
Her lips tasted the salt on his prick first. She wondered if the strong smell she encountered was due to the skin sheath in which his cock was encased. It was more like an animal's penis than any she had ever seen before.
Curiously she ran the palm of her hand under the fold of skin and restlessly the organ stirred. Beneath the flesh she could feel the muscle harden, then the tip of the red ellipse showed itself to her inquisitive gaze. She increased the pressure of her rub and the cock stiffened further until the angry purple head showed completely and his length lay heavily in her hand.
Gently she raised it to her lips and let her pink tongue tip creep exploringly from between her full, parted lips. He tasted salty and a little of the smoke and fever a gambler knows. Unconsciously she thrilled at the illicit taste and she shivered her lips around the blood-gorged crown.
"Suck it, bitch." His voice was harsh.
Obeying, Cindy took the head wholly into her mouth and ran her tongue like a velvet rasp over the glands. The taut slick flesh seemed to swell in an instant and Cindy's mouth was crammed full with just the head.
God, he's huge, she thought while her mouth struggled to encase even more of the gigantic organ. She pushed her mouth slowly forward while she wriggled her tongue incessantly on the crown's underside. Slowly she took in more and more of the huge meat until she felt the distended head touch the back of her throat. Perhaps if he came quickly he would cool off a bit.
Leaving the prick tip as far down her throat as it would go, she made a gurgling sound and worked her neck muscles to take in even more of the massive member. Her gag mechanism was activated and convulsively her throat worked for air. When she started to pull her head back, he grabbed her hair and held her mouth on his prick until she was nearly unconscious.
"Don't want to kill you," he muttered finally and pulled her mouth free.
"Bull, where's Cindy?" Taco asked after both Patti and Linda had come up from below and were now sitting with composure, sipping their champagne. One would never know that but moments before they had blown the men. Of course, Linda's highly coifed hair was a little disheveled and Patti's even manner seemed a little on the wane. But other than that, all appearances were quite normal.
"I think"—Bull was being reflective, toying with his glass—"I think she's fucking the bellboy. But it's just a guess."
"Which one?" Linda asked, alarmed.
"A middle-aged guy. Gray temples and cynical eyes. Why?"
"Because if it's who I think it is, she may be in trouble. He's a sadistic pimp." Linda spat out the words as if she had the bitter taste of venom in her mouth.
"Don't worry about Cindy. She can handle herself," Taco assured them. "But one of us should go and check, nonetheless." Bull started to get up, but Taco held him down with a light touch and said, "She's my bride-to-be, big fella. So you better watch yourself, you understand?" He winked at the party and with a grin he was gone.
"That Taco's quite a kidder, isn't he?" Linda said as they watched him maneuver his way between tables and out of the lounge. "He had me picked up and in stitches before I knew his name. Who's Cindy?"
"My wife," Bull answered without thinking of how much Linda understood of their plans.
"Your wife ... I see," Linda remarked, although she looked as though she certainly did not understand.
In Bull's eyes she looked like the classically typed dumb blonde but her words made all who heard them look twice. Under that innocent eye make-up job, there was a cunning that Bull had felt as soon as he had met her. She seemed like some clever predator whose very good nature said almost outspokenly, "Beware of me." All in all, she struck Bull as a little sad and world weary.
"What do you do, Linda? I mean, are you a showgirl or something like that?" Bull asked.
"Something like that." Linda laughed good-naturedly. "I'm what you might call a party girl. I came to Las Vegas a year or so ago to get a divorce and liked it here. So, I just stayed on."
"But how do you support yourself?" Patti wanted to know.
"Oh, something always comes along. Besides, I've learned some of the ins and outs of gambling for a living," Linda added casually.
"What do you mean?" Bull asked. The nature of such remarks never failed to interest him.
"Well, sometimes you can just tell who is going to win and who is going to lose simply by watching the tables. I just play along or bet against them—that's all."
"Why doesn't someone get wise to you and put a stop to it? Aren't you costing the house money?"
"Oh. I'm careful not to make a pig of myself. And besides, I'm good for business. The dealers usually know what I'm up to, but as long as I don't try to break the bank or steal from the drunks, they let me alone."
"I see," Bull said pensively. In a motion of finality, he drained his glass. Seeing there was no more, he suggested, "Let's go, shall we?"
"Where to? The room?" Patti wondered aloud.
"Well, I was thinking, why not get another room as well? After all, you and I are going to have our honeymoon in a little while." Bull tried to make his grin lascivious, but he succeeded only in looking like a good-natured clown.
"Here's where I check out," Linda interjected with a philosophical shrug.
"Oh no! Stay with us for a while," Patti pleaded, telling Linda with her eyes that they still had some unfinished business.
"Yeah, sure," agreed Bull. "Let's splurge and get the honeymoon suite—and maybe a room or two to spare!"
"Okay." Linda allowed herself to be taken up by the party atmosphere the other two exuded. Bull put a bill down to cover the check and they went back to the front desk.
"We'd like a honeymoon suite, please. Preferably a very large one, if you please."
"We do have an executive suite with three bedrooms, sir. But I'm afraid our honeymoon suites are rather small and intimate. Usually something with a round bed."
"How about putting a couple of round beds in the executive suite and we'll take that?" Bull suggested in return. "We'll do a little gambling while we wait, okay?"
"Very well, sir. It is possible—but expensive. But if it is what you wish."
Bull fished a hundred off his roll. Folding it lengthwise, he passed it purposefully to the clerk. "Credit what you need of that against the account. Torres is the name. We've already checked in so just add the rooms together under one bill."
"Very well, sir. Just as you wish."
"Come on, girls," said Bull taking both by the hands. "Let's see what it's like in that there gambling parlor."