Chapter 1
Running through the lobby of The Platinum, Vegas’ most luxurious casino on the strip, Jess Cooper hoped she didn’t slip. She was wearing her new Jimmy Choos and she loved them. It would be a crying shame if she fell flat on her face wearing something so elegant.
Jess was usually moving at her hotel walk pace , as she liked to think of it. The hotel was so huge that getting from one end to the other was always a challenge. You could spend hours wandering the halls through the art gallery, the atrium and greenhouse, and of course the labyrinth of the actual casino. But Jess was a busy girl and didn’t have time to waste.
As she skirted around guests, offering them a warm smile, she nodded to a few she recognized.
Jess was the guest liaison for the high rollers at The Platinum. She and her team managed the whales from North and South America.
They would offer them comps to bring them to their casino. Arrange their suites, their meals, and satisfy any other tiny need they may have so they would come into the casino and play, and play big.
Sometimes they won and sometimes they lost, but the house always won no matter what.
Jess knew she was good at her job. She had a contact list that most other hotels would love to get their hands on.
Her list contained not only some of the personal numbers of millionaires and billionaires, it also had their personal assistance, secretaries, press managers and security/babysitters. Those were the real people to know.
The handlers of the rich, the ones that micro managed their lives and often enjoyed the break of having their bosses gambling for hours on end.
It was a closely guarded list and only a select few had access to it. She made sure her high rollers were pampered and cosseted while they stayed at the hotel. Every whim, every desire was met quickly and efficiently by herself or her staff.
She loved living in Las Vegas, she loved the heat and the sun. She also had somehow managed to not get sucked into the Vegas lifestyle of stick thin, model type showgirl physiques.
Well not that she had much of a choice. Jess was what some might call chubby, or even fat if they were being rude.
But at 5’7 average build on top, until you got past her waist, she was still considered round, no doubt about it.
Most of her weight she carried in her hips, ass, and thighs. Which on some people would be an hourglass, but she wasn’t quite busty enough to be considered the hourglass type. She was more pear-shaped and had over the years embraced her booty. She used to try and hide it. Now she dressed to show it off.
Today she was wearing a sleeveless electric blue silk top, with a deep V-neckline. She paired that with a black pencil skirt that went just past her knees and of course her new blue and black snakeskin Jimmy’s. She had twisted her blond hair up into a tight french twist, sexy but still professional.
Waving to a few other employees, she made her way to the back office through a door hidden behind a decorative planter. Guests didn’t want to see the business side of running a hotel. It was all about maintaining an image.
Jess walked straight into her office calling out to her secretary Sara, “Any updates on this weekend’s arrivals?”
Rushing into Jess’s office, Sara started rattling off the messages, “Mr. Lewis confirmed for this weekend, he’s coming in with his usual entourage and requested the Presidential suite. I ran it through the front desk and the room is empty and prepped. No answer back from Mr. Ishida but last time he chose to stay at The Palomino, not sure why considering that place is always full of retirement community weekenders,” she said on a sniff. Jess gave her a look to continue.
“Mr. Silva said he has plans to be here possibly next month and will have his secretary coordinate with us,” she finished, flicking a check mark off on her list of messages.
“Great, we still have two whales in residence but they should be leaving by
Running through the lobby of The Platinum, Vegas’ most luxurious casino on the strip, Jess Cooper hoped she didn’t slip. She was wearing her new Jimmy Choos and she loved them. It would be a crying shame if she fell flat on her face wearing something so elegant.
Jess was usually moving at her hotel walk pace , as she liked to think of it. The hotel was so huge that getting from one end to the other was always a challenge. You could spend hours wandering the halls through the art gallery, the atrium and greenhouse, and of course the labyrinth of the actual casino. But Jess was a busy girl and didn’t have time to waste.
As she skirted around guests, offering them a warm smile, she nodded to a few she recognized.
Jess was the guest liaison for the high rollers at The Platinum. She and her team managed the whales from North and South America.
They would offer them comps to bring them to their casino. Arrange their suites, their meals, and satisfy any other tiny need they may have so they would come into the casino and play, and play big.
Sometimes they won and sometimes they lost, but the house always won no matter what.
Jess knew she was good at her job. She had a contact list that most other hotels would love to get their hands on.
Her list contained not only some of the personal numbers of millionaires and billionaires, it also had their personal assistance, secretaries, press managers and security/babysitters. Those were the real people to know.
The handlers of the rich, the ones that micro managed their lives and often enjoyed the break of having their bosses gambling for hours on end.
It was a closely guarded list and only a select few had access to it. She made sure her high rollers were pampered and cosseted while they stayed at the hotel. Every whim, every desire was met quickly and efficiently by herself or her staff.
She loved living in Las Vegas, she loved the heat and the sun. She also had somehow managed to not get sucked into the Vegas lifestyle of stick thin, model type showgirl physiques.
Well not that she had much of a choice. Jess was what some might call chubby, or even fat if they were being rude.
But at 5’7 average build on top, until you got past her waist, she was still considered round, no doubt about it.
Most of her weight she carried in her hips, ass, and thighs. Which on some people would be an hourglass, but she wasn’t quite busty enough to be considered the hourglass type. She was more pear-shaped and had over the years embraced her booty. She used to try and hide it. Now she dressed to show it off.
Today she was wearing a sleeveless electric blue silk top, with a deep V-neckline. She paired that with a black pencil skirt that went just past her knees and of course her new blue and black snakeskin Jimmy’s. She had twisted her blond hair up into a tight french twist, sexy but still professional.
Waving to a few other employees, she made her way to the back office through a door hidden behind a decorative planter. Guests didn’t want to see the business side of running a hotel. It was all about maintaining an image.
Jess walked straight into her office calling out to her secretary Sara, “Any updates on this weekend’s arrivals?”
Rushing into Jess’s office, Sara started rattling off the messages, “Mr. Lewis confirmed for this weekend, he’s coming in with his usual entourage and requested the Presidential suite. I ran it through the front desk and the room is empty and prepped. No answer back from Mr. Ishida but last time he chose to stay at The Palomino, not sure why considering that place is always full of retirement community weekenders,” she said on a sniff. Jess gave her a look to continue.
“Mr. Silva said he has plans to be here possibly next month and will have his secretary coordinate with us,” she finished, flicking a check mark off on her list of messages.
“Great, we still have two whales in residence but they should be leaving by
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