Hot in the City 2: Sin City (23 page)

She smiled, reminded once more of Holly’s similar remark on her first day in the office. The more time they spent in each other’s company, both at work and at play, the less she could deny the truth of it.

After dinner, they strolled along the Grand Canal and Marc surprised her with the gondola ride she’d requested days earlier. They drifted along beneath the faux Venetian sky, their gondolier crooning a quaint Italian song while other gondolas floated past. Wrapped up in the romantic experience, Diana found herself enraptured with the man whose arm she clung to.

“What’s next on my evening of surprises?” she asked as they finally exited the hotel.

He raised his eyebrows playfully. “That’s for me to know…”

She grinned. “And me to find out.”

They grabbed a taxi and Marc instructed the driver to take them to the Stratosphere.

“Is that the tall, needle-like building?” she asked, almost embarrassed by her ignorance of the town.

He pointed as they approached it. “Yeah, and we’re going all the way to the top, sweetheart.”

Luckily, Diana was as fearless about heights as she was about sex. So much so that when she found out there was a rollercoaster atop the Stratosphere, she insisted they ride it before even taking in the view from the observation deck.

It was a tame coaster compared to most, but admittedly, being propelled around the tower on the narrow, winding track elevated nearly a thousand feet above the Las Vegas Strip was breathtaking both in terms of the view and her heart rate.

As they came off the ride, Diana adjusted her clingy “little black dress” and said to Marc with a sexy smile, “That ride got me a little excited.” Indeed, her pussy was humming as much as the rest of her body—something about the dark and the rush of wind on the coaster, maybe the way it had jostled her body, maybe the way she and her lover had sat crushed so tightly together in the tiny car, had her sense of adventure high and her body buzzing with anticipation. “What next?” she asked.

“Next,” he said, his smile telling her he was enjoying her enthusiasm, “we visit the observation deck and take in the view.”

“Oh yeah, I almost forgot.” It sounded a little too serene for her at the moment, but romantic, too, so she let Marc take her hand and lead her there.

As she stepped up to the wired fence at the edge, Marc settled behind her, easing his arms around her waist. Like on the coaster, the wind was that same dry, warm breeze she’d already become accustomed to in Vegas. The strip stretched below them in the distance like a winding neon river, each side battling to be more ablaze with lights and excitement than the other. Up here, she felt almost disconnected from it, but also as if she could almost see the magic emanating up from this place that so filled her senses. She had the urge to get back to the ground, to sink into the city’s wondrous offerings, yet she also liked viewing it this way, from a distance, where, even though the hotels looked so small she felt as though she could hold them in her hand, she could still feel the life pulsing collectively from the illuminated boulevard below. Marc’s warm caresses—his fingers moving lazily over her stomach, hips, and waist—only intensified her sense of somehow coming alive in this place in a way she never truly had before.

It was only when one of his hands began to inch downward onto her thigh, toward the hem of her dress, that she realized they were alone, the only people in sight on the dimly lit deck.

Since the thrill of the rollercoaster still echoed through her cunt, she bit her lip, looked out over the city of lights, and parted her legs just enough that once he’d reached under her dress, he could feel her pussy with ease.

His fingers first met the silk of the tiny thong she wore, but he used them to pull the fabric aside. The warm breeze blew over her mound at the same moment his fingers pressed into her slit.

“Mmm,” she purred hotly as his touch reverberated through her body.

“Wet,” he breathed in her ear. “So wet on my fingertips.”

She began to move against them without thought, to undulate in the hot, tight circles that brought her the greatest pleasure. Within moments, she heard his fingers sliding in her juices, adding to her arousal.

His free hand rose to her breast, cupping and fondling it through her dress. The dress’s thin straps didn’t allow for a bra, so the light squeeze of her nipple between his fingers spread through her as hotly as if she’d been wearing nothing at all.

She turned her head, looped her arm up around his neck to pull him down, and delivered a heated kiss to his mouth. He leaned in to her as they kissed, as his hands worked magic on her body, pressing his hard cock against the crack of her ass.

Turning her eyes back on the glowing cityscape below, Diana grabbed onto the wire railing in front of her, clutching tight with both hands, and simply relished her lover’s hot hands on her body. She thrust her heat-filled cunt against his fingers, fucking them, taking herself closer and closer to a sweet bliss that—oh yes, finally broke over her like a huge match igniting, sending flames of pleasure shooting through her entire being. She moaned and whimpered her joy as she continued driving her crotch against his fingers, letting herself burn up in the scorching blaze of pleasure his touch delivered.

* * * * *

After descending from the Stratosphere, her body still alive and in sync with Marc and the night, they taxied back up the strip, exiting at the Paris Hotel.

“Are you ready for some more of Sin City, sweetheart?” he asked, taking her hand and leading her past the replica of the Eiffel Tower that stood only feet away from the boulevard.

“Oh yes,” she said. “Bring it on.”

The next ninety minutes were a whirlwind.

First they toured the Paris, where both the shopping area and the casino were designed to give the feel of a walk through the real French city. They stopped at a patisserie where they playfully fed each other small chocolate éclairs, and Diana said, “Just think, soon you’ll be doing this for real.”

“Doing what for real?”

She laughed and held out her arms, motioning around them. “Walking the streets of Paris. Eating true French éclairs.”

“Oh. Yeah,” he said, smiling—but in the dim lighting of the dusky faux Parisian street, she thought it didn’t quite reach his eyes.

Next, they cut through Bally’s and headed into the Aladdin, where the interior made her feel she was strolling through a Moroccan bazaar. After that, they traveled up the street into the MGM Grand, a huge shining metropolis, its exterior changing colors from green to gold to red every few seconds.

Entering the casino, Diana played a few slot machines and actually hit a small ten-dollar jackpot when three ripe cherries lined up on the display before her. After collecting her winnings, they crossed the elevated walkway to New York, New York, where they both ordered frozen daiquiris from the Coyote Ugly bar inside. Marc then took her on a short walking tour of the shopping and restaurant area, saying, “My mother swears this is as close as you can get to her grandparents’ old New York neighborhood west of the Mississippi.”

Departing the hotel, they strolled the replica of the Brooklyn Bridge outside while sipping their drinks, then caught another taxi. This time Marc told the driver, “Caesar’s Palace.”

As the cab left the curb, he turned to Diana. “Caesar’s, sweetheart, is where we’ll do a little
real
gambling.”

“Real?”

“Roulette, blackjack, whatever you like.”

She smiled. “And why at Caesar’s?”

“It’s quintessential Las Vegas, baby. My favorite place to lose money,” he concluded with a wink.

Within minutes, Diana found herself seated next to Marc at a roulette table. She learned the game quickly and found it fun and easy to play. She liked the sound of the spinning roulette wheel and enjoyed the anticipation of waiting for the little ball to drop into a red or black slot, determining the winning number. Although she stuck mostly with safe bets, she put a handful of chips on number eleven for one spin of the wheel, and raked in a bundle when her number came up.

Marc, who was nearly out of chips to her right, laughed and said, “Either you’re having terrific beginner’s luck or you’ve totally hustled me and you’ve been playing this game all your life.”

Next, they moved on to blackjack. The pace was fast, forcing quick decisions, but Diana held her own, and by the time they left the crescent-shaped table, she had a few more chips than when she’d sat down.

They were just about to cash in their chips when a male voice behind Diana said, “Excuse me, I’m in need of a lovely lady for a few minutes if you’d be so kind to oblige.”

She turned, surprised to find Rick from the catalog team. He seemed just as surprised to see her. “Diana—hey! I didn’t recognize you. You changed your hair.”

She reached up to finger one of her curls, laughing. “Yeah, I’m incognito tonight.”

“Well, this is even better. I’m on a roll at craps and I’ve got this superstition that when you’re doing good at craps, you find a beautiful woman to start rolling the dice. That way, no matter how things turn out, you’ve got a good view.” The blondish man she’d come to know at the office this week quirked a smile.

“Sir, you’re holding up the game.” They both turned to see the bow-tied, vested man running the craps table looking impatient.

“Do I have to know how to play?” Diana asked Rick.

He shook his head. “No—just roll the dice.”

Glancing up at Marc, who smiled and said, “Roll the man’s dice for him,” she let Rick lead her to the head of the table, where she also found Blaine and Holly placing bets on her upcoming roll.

“Seven,” the bowtie announced after her first throw, and Rick kissed her on the cheek.

“Way to go, honey—keep ‘em coming.”

Her next roll produced an eleven, which had everyone at the table besides Rick sulking as he, conversely, punched a triumphant fist through the air, shouting, “Let it ride.”

Diana still had no idea how the game worked or even how much money Rick was betting—although his stack of chips was impressive—but the excitement was infectious as she leaned over the table and gave the dice another hard toss.

“Seven,” she heard the bowtie say, and this time Rick threw his arms around her in celebration. She hugged him back and he announced he was quitting, taking his winnings—which she learned were over seven hundred dollars.

Holly and Blaine chose to leave the game, too, and insisted Rick buy them a drink, considering how much he’d won and how much they’d lost.

Diana found Holly striking in a slim, sexy lavender dress. She’d worn it to work today, but with a jacket. Shedding the jacket had turned professional to hot and, for some reason, the very idea had Diana envisioning Holly getting naked with Adrianna in her office.

“I can’t believe we ran into you,” Marc said to Rick, and Diana easily understood his surprise—the Vegas strip was crowded, in the hotels and out on the street, with countless thousands of people. “What brings you guys out?”

Rick glanced at Holly and grinned. “Today is Holly’s twenty-fifth birthday.”

Marc’s jaw dropped and Diana was surprised, too. “How were we at work with her all day without knowing that?” she asked.

Rick shrugged. “She didn’t tell anybody, didn’t want people making a fuss over her…until her girlfriends bailed on her. They were supposed to take her out tonight to one of the male reviews, but they both cancelled at the last minute. We were on our way out the door and I happened to see her looking down and asked why. When she told us, well…hell, you know how sweet Holly is. What else could we do besides take her out for some fun?”

Diana withdrew herself from the guys’ conversation and stepped over to where Holly stood talking to Blaine. “Happy birthday,” she said with a smile, reaching to give Holly a hug.

“Thanks, Diana. You’re sweet.”

“I can’t believe you kept it a secret all day. And twenty-five is a big one, too.”

Holly shrugged and laughed. “Well, even if I kept it a secret at work, these guys have got me in a partying mood
now
.” She slid her arm warmly around Diana’s waist and leaned in close. “So, you and Marc, huh? Just like I said on your first day.”

Diana felt her face color, only because she’d originally told Holly so emphatically that nothing could happen between her and Marc because of Bradley. That had been back when she was still trying to turn things around, still trying to resist losing control of herself with Marc over and over again. In the ensuing days, she’d nearly forgotten she’d come out here with the intention of being a good girl, since Marc and Sin City had made it so easy for her to be bad. “Well, we…” Oh hell—she gave up the pretense. “Yes, it’s just like you said. We fit together really well.”

“But you have this broken-up-but-we’re-getting-back-together boyfriend at home, right?”

She nodded uncertainly. “That’s the plan. Although I have to admit that, as it’s worked out, I picked an excellent time to take a vacation from him.”

Holly tossed a glance toward Diana’s lover. “Marc’s an excellent reason to indulge yourself.”

Diana chuckled. “I agree, wholeheartedly.”

Having caught the glance, Marc extracted himself from talking to Rick to join the two girls. “Sorry to break up the party, ladies,” he said, glancing down at how close they stood, their arms still around each other’s backs, “but I’ve got plans for Diana this evening.”