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she
refused to bring the food home with her.
She closed down the pathway
into her past, pegging him with an admonishing stare for his deep intrusion
into her mind. “With a syringe we can collect the venom. That will solve the problème . But you must sleep through the day.” She stroked
Ana’s hair, “You must match our schedule.”
He and Ana sighed with relief
at the same time. These problems were not insurmountable after all. He knew Michelle
had failed to mention this solution was only a temporary reprieve. Ana’s
problems would grow worse with time. He knew because Michelle knew, but he chose
to hope for the best. I’m gonna do whatever it takes to keep her with me as
long as possible .
He exorcised the morbid
thought from his mind and focused on the night ahead of them. “Hey! We have a
VIP dinner date in two hours. We should take Ana to one of these designer
shops, get her something nice.” He looked at Anastasia’s adorable bubble butt
and reached out to pinch her left ass cheek.
“I don’t think she’s gonna
fit into any of your clothes Michelle, she’s a little more curvy than you
are.” He squeezed Ana’s ass, causing it to jiggle as if she were fat–– she
wasn’t . Both girls looked shocked, staring at him as if he was the rudest
crudest creature on the planet earth, and then broke into giggles at his
lopsided grin.
They bathed together, taking
a moment for a sensual soapy rub down and then headed down to the indoor
shopping mall housed within Caesar’s Palace.
“There is one place we go.
The other stores, c'est
sans importance .” Michelle steered
them to Gucci .
“It’s sooo expensive here.
Especially in the hotel.” Ana pulled Aaron down to whisper. “I can’t afford
this store.”
He shook his head as he
dragged her into the store. “From now on you let us worry about the expenses.
We will be taking very good care of you, and that means you must be dressed
appropriately.”
She looked down at the
wrinkled dress she wore from the night before. “This dress was eighty
dollars.”
Aaron smirked as she looked at
the rack showcasing eight hundred dollar dresses. “No big deal, just one
little zero.”
“These clothes are nicer than
anything I’ve ever owned.” She looked to him with adoration and worship,
cuddling under his arm like a good little pet.
The girls treated him to a
nice little show as they modeled their selections with their best hip swaying
pivots, turns and poses. How did I end up here in Vegas sharing my bed with
two of the most beautiful women in the world? It doesn’t get any better than
this. I have arrived.
He felt like a fashion photographer
as he snapped photos and video clips of each of their stunning outfits on
Michelle’s iPhone digital camera.
$14,000 later they left,
heading to their dinner appointment. The store delivered their purchases to
their hotel room. Michelle had settled on a deep burgundy cocktail dress that
showed off all her magnificent physical assets. Anastasia wore a skin tight
midnight blue dress that ended an inch below her ass with her entire back
exposed. Both women were devastatingly gorgeous in their own unique way.
I’m the fuckin Crown Prince
of Vegas. The girls draped each of
his arms, his very own entourage. He imagined all the world looking at him in
envy and reveled in it.
* * * *
Chapter 8
They were fashionably late
for their VIP dinner date. Kramer awaited them at the entrance to the
restaurant. He greeted them graciously despite their tardiness. Kramer was a
fit, trim man in his early forties, his head shaved clean and a tight little
soul patch of hair on his chin. About the same height as Aaron, 5 ft 11 in.,
he carried himself with confidence and professionalism. Courteous, he’d
obviously been dealing with the public for many years and his experience showed
in a gentile deportment. He feigned surprise at
refused to bring the food home with her.
She closed down the pathway
into her past, pegging him with an admonishing stare for his deep intrusion
into her mind. “With a syringe we can collect the venom. That will solve the problème . But you must sleep through the day.” She stroked
Ana’s hair, “You must match our schedule.”
He and Ana sighed with relief
at the same time. These problems were not insurmountable after all. He knew Michelle
had failed to mention this solution was only a temporary reprieve. Ana’s
problems would grow worse with time. He knew because Michelle knew, but he chose
to hope for the best. I’m gonna do whatever it takes to keep her with me as
long as possible .
He exorcised the morbid
thought from his mind and focused on the night ahead of them. “Hey! We have a
VIP dinner date in two hours. We should take Ana to one of these designer
shops, get her something nice.” He looked at Anastasia’s adorable bubble butt
and reached out to pinch her left ass cheek.
“I don’t think she’s gonna
fit into any of your clothes Michelle, she’s a little more curvy than you
are.” He squeezed Ana’s ass, causing it to jiggle as if she were fat–– she
wasn’t . Both girls looked shocked, staring at him as if he was the rudest
crudest creature on the planet earth, and then broke into giggles at his
lopsided grin.
They bathed together, taking
a moment for a sensual soapy rub down and then headed down to the indoor
shopping mall housed within Caesar’s Palace.
“There is one place we go.
The other stores, c'est
sans importance .” Michelle steered
them to Gucci .
“It’s sooo expensive here.
Especially in the hotel.” Ana pulled Aaron down to whisper. “I can’t afford
this store.”
He shook his head as he
dragged her into the store. “From now on you let us worry about the expenses.
We will be taking very good care of you, and that means you must be dressed
appropriately.”
She looked down at the
wrinkled dress she wore from the night before. “This dress was eighty
dollars.”
Aaron smirked as she looked at
the rack showcasing eight hundred dollar dresses. “No big deal, just one
little zero.”
“These clothes are nicer than
anything I’ve ever owned.” She looked to him with adoration and worship,
cuddling under his arm like a good little pet.
The girls treated him to a
nice little show as they modeled their selections with their best hip swaying
pivots, turns and poses. How did I end up here in Vegas sharing my bed with
two of the most beautiful women in the world? It doesn’t get any better than
this. I have arrived.
He felt like a fashion photographer
as he snapped photos and video clips of each of their stunning outfits on
Michelle’s iPhone digital camera.
$14,000 later they left,
heading to their dinner appointment. The store delivered their purchases to
their hotel room. Michelle had settled on a deep burgundy cocktail dress that
showed off all her magnificent physical assets. Anastasia wore a skin tight
midnight blue dress that ended an inch below her ass with her entire back
exposed. Both women were devastatingly gorgeous in their own unique way.
I’m the fuckin Crown Prince
of Vegas. The girls draped each of
his arms, his very own entourage. He imagined all the world looking at him in
envy and reveled in it.
* * * *
Chapter 8
They were fashionably late
for their VIP dinner date. Kramer awaited them at the entrance to the
restaurant. He greeted them graciously despite their tardiness. Kramer was a
fit, trim man in his early forties, his head shaved clean and a tight little
soul patch of hair on his chin. About the same height as Aaron, 5 ft 11 in.,
he carried himself with confidence and professionalism. Courteous, he’d
obviously been dealing with the public for many years and his experience showed
in a gentile deportment. He feigned surprise at
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