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something
peculiar about Aaron.
Demarco. Where have I
heard that name before? Aaron wondered
what importance this Demarco character held in the situation, but he couldn’t
catch any more of it. Kramer’s mind was inextricably drawn back to Michelle.
It would be difficult to learn anything with her present.
He continued grilling Kramer,
“I thought this was a group event. It seems odd you would meet us alone.”
Now we’re getting
somewhere. He clearly read how
Kramer crafted this invite simply to get up close and personal with Michelle,
and size up her relationship to Aaron. This had nothing to do with VIP
bullshit. It was all Kramer.
Kramer tried to reassure. “Of
course, but we only do this with very special clients. You have been playing
the table in excess of several thousand per day. This merits VIP platinum treatment.
Your room tonight is one hundred percent complementary and I’ve taken the
liberty of refunding you the first two weeks of room charges. I have a
brochure here that describes some of the many benefits and comps available.
Did you get a chance to catch the concert last night?”
Kramer was on a roll. The
sad part: he believed his own line of shit. That’s what made for a convincing
sell, the seller’s personal conviction. Aaron sensed the evasion beneath it
all. But again, all he caught was Kramer’s intense interest in Michelle.
Michelle started in. “This
is normal with me in Las Vegas. I have VIP treatment all the time.”
He caught a psychic kick from
Michelle. “Aaron, mon choux , this special treatment is to be expected. Do not make
waves with the managers!” She
patted him on the leg in a motherly gesture. “I always have the VIP. You
can share the VIP nightlife with me, Oui? ” He
grinned and accepted the hint gracefully.
Kramer perked up. “Is that a
French accent I detect? Are you French?”
He followed Kramer’s mind as
the pervert envisioned all the rumors of debauchery with Parisian prostitutes,
and how especially freaky everyone says they were. Kramer’s obsessive fixation on Michelle deepened.
“ Oui! Par lez
vous Français? ”
“No, no. I wish I had taken
French classes, but unfortunately no. Perhaps we could spend some time
together and you would be kind enough to teach me some French?” Kramer tested
the waters, looking for their reaction to his subtle invitation.
“Michelle, his thoughts
are perverse. He thinks you some French whore, a filthy plaything.” Aaron
struggled against the predator’s urge to gut Kramer like a fish.
He smiled at Kramer, feigning
a bland pleasant look. A tweak of interest kicked in from Michelle. “Can
you not smell the blood and money? Like you say––we will take his shirt!”
She turned her bright
gleaming smile on Kramer. “ Très magnifique! I
would like that very much!”
“You know what he
wants. Why are you playing with the managers?” Aaron threw it back on her with a psychic bump of
his own.
She pinned him with a stare. “He is no different from the rest. His aura shows me desire, and maybe a
little Vegas corruption. Ce n'est pas la mer à boire ––No big deal. This kind of man pays for my attention.”
She did not have Aaron’s
unique ability as a telepath. But Michelle did have the advantage of
discerning a special color spectrum. The colorful aura surrounding each person
gave her insights into mood and character. She knew what Kramer was up to.
“ Michelle , lover,
you can’t see what I see . He is a problem. There’s some other agenda
here. I don’t like it . He is different from other men, you must be
careful. Remember the detectives?”
He could tell by the flavor
of her thoughts she wasn’t concerned in the least bit. Corrupt men willing to
pay for a few moments with her were common fare. She sealed the deal with
Kramer. She caressed his leg underneath the table,
peculiar about Aaron.
Demarco. Where have I
heard that name before? Aaron wondered
what importance this Demarco character held in the situation, but he couldn’t
catch any more of it. Kramer’s mind was inextricably drawn back to Michelle.
It would be difficult to learn anything with her present.
He continued grilling Kramer,
“I thought this was a group event. It seems odd you would meet us alone.”
Now we’re getting
somewhere. He clearly read how
Kramer crafted this invite simply to get up close and personal with Michelle,
and size up her relationship to Aaron. This had nothing to do with VIP
bullshit. It was all Kramer.
Kramer tried to reassure. “Of
course, but we only do this with very special clients. You have been playing
the table in excess of several thousand per day. This merits VIP platinum treatment.
Your room tonight is one hundred percent complementary and I’ve taken the
liberty of refunding you the first two weeks of room charges. I have a
brochure here that describes some of the many benefits and comps available.
Did you get a chance to catch the concert last night?”
Kramer was on a roll. The
sad part: he believed his own line of shit. That’s what made for a convincing
sell, the seller’s personal conviction. Aaron sensed the evasion beneath it
all. But again, all he caught was Kramer’s intense interest in Michelle.
Michelle started in. “This
is normal with me in Las Vegas. I have VIP treatment all the time.”
He caught a psychic kick from
Michelle. “Aaron, mon choux , this special treatment is to be expected. Do not make
waves with the managers!” She
patted him on the leg in a motherly gesture. “I always have the VIP. You
can share the VIP nightlife with me, Oui? ” He
grinned and accepted the hint gracefully.
Kramer perked up. “Is that a
French accent I detect? Are you French?”
He followed Kramer’s mind as
the pervert envisioned all the rumors of debauchery with Parisian prostitutes,
and how especially freaky everyone says they were. Kramer’s obsessive fixation on Michelle deepened.
“ Oui! Par lez
vous Français? ”
“No, no. I wish I had taken
French classes, but unfortunately no. Perhaps we could spend some time
together and you would be kind enough to teach me some French?” Kramer tested
the waters, looking for their reaction to his subtle invitation.
“Michelle, his thoughts
are perverse. He thinks you some French whore, a filthy plaything.” Aaron
struggled against the predator’s urge to gut Kramer like a fish.
He smiled at Kramer, feigning
a bland pleasant look. A tweak of interest kicked in from Michelle. “Can
you not smell the blood and money? Like you say––we will take his shirt!”
She turned her bright
gleaming smile on Kramer. “ Très magnifique! I
would like that very much!”
“You know what he
wants. Why are you playing with the managers?” Aaron threw it back on her with a psychic bump of
his own.
She pinned him with a stare. “He is no different from the rest. His aura shows me desire, and maybe a
little Vegas corruption. Ce n'est pas la mer à boire ––No big deal. This kind of man pays for my attention.”
She did not have Aaron’s
unique ability as a telepath. But Michelle did have the advantage of
discerning a special color spectrum. The colorful aura surrounding each person
gave her insights into mood and character. She knew what Kramer was up to.
“ Michelle , lover,
you can’t see what I see . He is a problem. There’s some other agenda
here. I don’t like it . He is different from other men, you must be
careful. Remember the detectives?”
He could tell by the flavor
of her thoughts she wasn’t concerned in the least bit. Corrupt men willing to
pay for a few moments with her were common fare. She sealed the deal with
Kramer. She caressed his leg underneath the table,
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