The group was pleased to learn when they arrived at the nightclub of The Riviera in Las Vegas that the concierge had arranged for all of their drinks to be "on the house." They only had to pay for their dinners. Everyone ordered their favorites from the menu. They chatted and laughed as they sipped on drinks while they waited for their meals to arrive.
Diana Richards was chatting with her best friend Lynda Seldon. Lynda's eyes widened as she glanced up beside her. Diana looked up quickly when she heard a slightly familiar voice.
"Pardon me, Ma'am. I don't mean to be interruptin' you and your friends, but I just thought I'd say 'hello' to ya!"
"Hello, Tex! What brings you here this weekend?" Diana asked as she offered her hand to him. She chuckled when the big Texan bent and placed an awkward kiss on her hand.
"Well, Ma'am, I heard you were goin' to be performin' this weekend, and since I missed your last performance, I thought I'd see just how talented you are since all those other men had said you were. I figure if yer as talented as they say, it might explain how you were able to beat the pants off me at Texas Hold 'Em! Beggin' your pardon, Agent Richards, I only meant it as an expression!" Tex added when he noticed Charles sitting next to Diana.
Charles chuckled. "No problem, Tex!"
Tex continued, "You look real purdy tonight...so do all your lady friends, here. If you men are married to all these ladies, you fellas are all real lucky! I'm here with my new little woman... she's waitin' fer me way over there. She thought it was real funny when I told her how you beat me that night! She said it sounded like yer a very smart woman!"
Diana chuckled. "Well, thank you Tex, that was a very nice compliment. And it sounds like your little woman is pretty smart herself. After all, she did give a big, handsome cowboy like you a chance to prove that you respect women for their intelligence. I hope you two will enjoy the show this evening and have a great weekend. By the way, there wouldn't happen to be another private Texas Hold 'Em game going on tonight, is there?"
"Yes, Ma'am, I believe there is. But if you plan on joinin' in, I wish you'd tell me right now so I don't bother to waste my money!"
Everyone at the table chuckled when Diana said, "Now, Tex! What makes you think that you might not be able to read me this time and maybe beat the panties off of me? Just an expression, dear," she added as she glanced at Charles.
She looked at Tex again. "No, Tex, I don't think I will play tonight. I'm sure I'll be pretty tired after a full show this evening. You won't have to worry about me being there. So, good luck to you!"
Tex looked relieved. "Thank ya, Ma'am. You have a good show and I'm sure my little woman and me'll enjoy it. Good evenin' to you folks, an' sorry fer intrudin'!" Tex sauntered away.
Everyone at the table laughed quietly. Lynda said, "I thought you were pulling our legs with that story! But you must've done what you said you did to have intimidated him that much!"
Lynda, Dawn and Barbara laughed harder along with Charles. Tom, Rick and Jon were looking at their wives and friends in confusion. Tom asked for an explanation. So Diana told them the story.
"On the last hand, I had pocket Kings, so I went all in. I had flirted with Tex to learn his tells and I discovered when he had a weak hand, he'd say something overtly sexual to me. He made a comment about my nipples being hard and asked me if he was turning me on and if I wanted him to show 'my pussyfoot husband' how to satisfy a hot woman like me. So, I arched my back, ran my hands up my body and cupped my breasts and rubbed my thumbs over my nipples while I stared at Charles. And I told Tex that the reason my nipples were hard was because I was anticipating my husband licking and sucking on them while he fully satisfied my with his big, long, hard cock...as soon as I'd beaten him!"
Tom, Jon and Rick had been snorting and then busted out laughing.
Can you imagine the looks on their faces! I can't believe she had the audacity to do something like that!
It got even better...
"I warned Tex not to piss Charles off because he's an FBI agent in excellent physical condition and I said that I'd been more than willing to bet that Charles could've kicked his ass. I looked at Charles and asked him if that was a bet I should make, and he told me to bet my sweet ass!"
Tom, Jon and Rick busted out laughing again. They knew how fond Charles was of Diana's ass!
"Then I goaded Tex by leaning across the table and giving him a good view of my cleavage. I asked him if I'd thrown him off his game because he'd been staring at my breasts all night and wanted me. I also asked if he had imagined me crawling across the table and plopping myself in his lap, opening his pants and whipping his cock out and impaling myself upon him! Then I stood up straight and reminded him that the only man I was going to impale myself upon was Charles and that Tex was keeping me from him. I finally got him to call my bet when I asked him if he had big enough balls to do it or if he wanted to borrow my husband's!"
Tom, Jon and Rick were about to fall in the floor laughing by the time she finished.
Tom looked at Charles as he wiped the tears of laughter from his eyes. "Boy, I'll bet you didn't have any idea what you'd gotten yourself into until that game!"
Charles replied, "Oh, yes; I knew exactly what I'd gotten myself into! She proved to me during that game that she could handle aggressive men!"
Then he sat back and muttered, "Just not dangerous ones..." A far away look came into his eyes.
The group sobered as they remembered Diana's attack and the fact that the bastard Ed Hood had never been found.
The morose moments of silence were broken by the arrival of their meals. Everyone got back into a good mood as they enjoyed the delicious food and lively conversations. After their meal, they had sumptuous desserts with coffee or liqueurs. Diana declined dessert. She didn't want to fill her stomach too full before having to sing in a couple hours.
They spent the next couple hours talking, laughing, having drinks and dancing when the band started playing. Charles and Diana and Jon and Barbara laughed when Tom and Lynda and Dawn and Rick left the table at about 7:30 saying they needed to go back to the suite for something they forgot!
They didn't forget anything...they want quickies...
That was confirmed when they didn't return until eight o'clock!
They ordered another round of drinks just before going down to the dance floor. Lynda had been drinking club soda all evening and nothing alcoholic all weekend.
Diana asked her, "Why haven't you been drinking, Lynda? Are you staying sober because you want to remember your honeymoon?"
Lynda smiled softly. "I haven't been drinking because I'm pretty sure I'm pregnant."
Diana, Barbara and Dawn all chorused, "Oh, my God! That's wonderful! When will you know for sure?"
Lynda replied, "I'm two weeks late! But my doctor told me that I have to wait at least a couple more weeks before he can confirm it! I told Tom last night...it was my wedding gift to him."
Tom was sitting there with the biggest grin on his face. Charles, Jon and Rick slapped his shoulders and threw praises and warnings at him.
"Damn! You really didn't waste any time, did you?"
"You knocked her up that first day you met!"
"You two better be careful; it sounds like you're pretty damn potent and she's pretty damn fertile!"
"You could end up turning her into a baby factory!"
Tom stood, helped his beautiful wife to her feet and put his arms around her. "Well, I don't have to worry about it for the next nine months anyway." He turned her around, put his arms around her waist and caressed her lower abdomen as he said, "But isn't she the most beautiful baby factory you've ever seen?" He bent his head down and kissed her neck and shoulder. Then he took her hand and led her down to the dance floor.
