Read Story: SEASON 1 EPISODE 149

"Yeah," I replied, "but can you keep it down? I'm not looking to attract a crowd right now."

"Why the fuck not?"

"Because I just left New York for a few days to get away and relax a little," explained.

"Relax?" she asked. "Why the fuck would you come to Vegas to relax? Aren't you super rich? Couldn't you just go to the Hamptons or something?"

"You can relax in Vegas," I retorted. "I have a whole floor to myself in this casino with a masseuse and a pool."

"Nah," she said. "I'm not buying it. You go to Aspen to relax."

"Well, I guess not just to relax. I'm here to have fun. I mean, I couldn't come to a place like this without worrying about burning through money. I guess I wanted to be able to blow a wad of cash and be treated like royalty." Then I added hastily, "While relaxing."

"You wanted to peacock," she said.

I cocked my head to the side and thought about it. I didn't like being accused of peacocking, but I couldn't deny it either. "Yeah, I guess that's fair."

And then I decided to change the direction of the conversation, "Look, where do I know you from?"

"Charming Charity?"

"Charming Charity," I repeated. It sounded familiar.

"I have 2.1 million followers on my gamer channel and a combined 102 million followers on all my socials."

"Oh!" I said as realization struck. I wasn't an avid follower of hers, but I'd seen her pop up on podcasts, pictures, and video shorts. "Fuck! Thanks! That was gonna bother me!"

"No problem," she said. "So, can get a selfie with you?"

"You want a picture with me?"

"Yeah! You're getting famous! You went from being a regular guy to a billionaire overnight. How much are you worth? I heard it was seventy million!"

"It's closer to seven billion, according to my accountants," I said, repeating the number I'd heard repeated since the story broke.

"Jesus! With a B?"

I gave her a tight-lipped smile and nodded.

"What's that like?"

"It's taking some getting used to," I admitted.

"I'll bet Can I take some pics?"

I glanced around while I thought about it. Was that a good idea? | was trying to keep a low profile, and the last thing I needed was the internet announcing my location just because I couldn't tell a pretty face no.

"Tell you what," she said, picking up on my hesitation. "You want to relax. I get it. Let me take some pics with you, and won't post them until you're back in New York"

"How do I know I can trust you?"

"You don't."

"Seems risky," I said.

"Here," she said, picking up her phone as the bartender returned and set our drinks on the bar. "What's your number?"

I gave it to her, and she entered it into her phone before typing away on the screen. A moment later, I felt my phone vibrate and pulled it out of my pocket to see a new text message from an unrecognized number. I opened it and read the message - Can I take a pic with you? promise I won't post them till after you leave town.-CC

"There," she said, her smile challenging me to give an excuse this time. "Evidence. If I post them early, you can financially ruin me."

I looked back and forth between her and the message and then finally nodded. It was hard to say no to a pretty face.

She spun around and backed up into me, raising her phone so it was almost at eye level. With her body pressed firmly against me, she raised her free hand next to her face and made the peace sign as she took the picture. I simply smiled up at the camera. Then she took several more; the last couple were with her free arm snaked up my chest and around the back of my neck while she gave the camera a smoldering look. She finished it by pulling my head down to plant her plush lips on my cheek for a kiss.

"Thanks!" she said as she spun around and backed away. She typed away on her phone as she asked, "You here with anyone?"

"A few friends," I said.

She glanced up at me as she chewed on the inside of her cheek. "Friends," she said, her tone disbelieving. "Okay. How many?"

"Ten," I said, "But half of them are my security." I hiked my thumb over at the two Johns standing close by, looking like a couple of casual club-goers. "Those guys at my five-o-clock are two of them."

"Okay," she said and started typing on her phone again. You got any plans for tomorrow?"

"I came here with a pretty open schedule," I admitted.

"Cool. If you and your friends want, you should hang out with us. There's a party on the rooftop of the Silver Mirage if you're Interested. Some pretty awesome people are gonna be there. You know Carlos Miguel, right?"

"Of course!" I said. "I was a big fan of Back-Alley Panic 1 and 2, but I didn't even bother seeing 3 when they said he wouldn't be in it. He made those movies!"

She nodded, "He'll be there. Sharon Wright, too."

Fuck. This hot stranger had just invited me to a party with relatively well-known movie stars and massive influencers. Everyone I knew would be green with envy. It'd probably blow my cover, but missing an opportunity like this would be a travesty.

"I'll check with my people."

"Good deal," she said. "I'll text you tomorrow to check inl It was good meeting you, Marcus!"

"You too.." I hesitated, unsure whether to use her full name or if I could get away with just part of it. "Charity?"

She nodded. "Yep!"

And with that, I took the three drinks I ordered and returned to my VIP booth.

With the two Johns in tow, I returned to find Chloe, Shea, Erin, and Natashya. Erin was in Natashya's lap, one arm draped over her shoulder, and Shea sat beside them. I noticed Natashya's hand buried between Shea's legs as the more petite girl sipped on a drink, managing to look unphased by the stripper's manipulations as she talked to Chloe. My bodyguard tracked me as I moved closer to them, with a drink in each hand. I climbed the stairs to my raised platform and handed the drinks to Erin, who took both.

"Thank you!" Erin sald as she took a sip of hers. Then she draped her arm back over Natashya's shoulders and fed her some of her own drink.

"So," I said over the din of the background music as I sat on the couch opposite then, "who won?"

"Who do you think?" Erin said, grinning behind her glass as she took another sip. She gave me a wink.

"I shouldn't have suggested the bet," the dancer said. "After this past weekend, I knew what she could do."

"Hell yeah, you did!" Erin shouted, fist in the air.

"What did you do to her?" I asked.

Erin opened her mouth as if she were about to answer, but Natashya cut her off. "It's not polite to talk about such things so loudly."

She turned her head and surprised Shea with a kiss, and I watched as the two Asian women hungrily made out for a moment. Erin slid off her lap and tumbled onto the seat next to the dancer, doing a good job of not spilling the drinks as she giggled.

Ending the kiss, Natashya stood up, took her drink from Erin, and approached me. She sipped the light green liquid in her glass, sat it on the table between the two couches, and climbed on me. Straddling my lap, her ass settled on my erection, and her eyebrows arched as she covered her mouth with her fingers in mock surprise,

Natashya leaned forward, her lips dangerously close to my face as she placed her hands on my shoulders. "Why, Marcus! Have you stayed hard for me this whole time?"

Telling her about Charity and how she had pressed her body against me and kissed my cheek with her luscious lips crossed my mind, but I decided to play along.

"Of course," I said, grinning up at her. "You didn't let me finish, and it's all I've been thinking about since I left"

"Tsk," she said and brushed her lips against mine in a soft kiss that was over before I'd had a chance to register it was happening. "That can't be allowed. We need to get you laid."

"Do you think we'll be able to find anyone?" I asked, enjoying the back-and-forth with her.

Her eyes rolled as she held her chin in her hands, "Hmm. I think we can manage."

With the skill bom of her profession, Natashya pivoted on my lap as she did a one-eighty so that she was now sitting and facing away from me. She leaned back against my arms, stretching out behind my head, as she brought her cheek to mine and nuzzled me. Her legs were spread on either side of my lap, causing her short dress to slide up her thighs, showing off her still-wet pussy. I took a quick look down the dancer's shirt and then looked up to see what Erin and Shea thought about getting a front-row seat to the show Natashya was putting on, and I found myself looking into Ashlee's shocked face as she stood at the top of the stairs watching us. Much taller than Princess VanCamp, Emily could still peer over a shoulder despite standing a step below Ashlee. She looked just as shocked.

"What the fuck is going on?" Ashlee said with surprise and a touch of anger coming through her tone.

Ashlee!" I said, but Natashya cut off whatever else I'd planned on saying

"What does it look like?" She rolled her hips, grinding her ass into my erection almost painfully. A low moan escaped her throat as she stared at Ashlee through hooded eyes.

"We're here to have fun, and we are having it," she continued.

1. Well... We..." Ashlee said, clearly at a loss for words.

"Relax, Ash," Erin giggled. "We're all adults here, just having a little fun. It's not like she has his dick shoved up her cooch."

Well, I thought, not anymore.