This is a rewrite of 'Vegas', combining both Books. While maintaining the theme, it offers a completely different and fresh take for the main characters.
Grateful thanks go to the best editor in the world -- thesoundandfury - not only for his editing, but also for the constant encouragement, suggestions, and for helping me to become a better writer.
Chapter 7:
Rosie's in Trouble
The infrared binoculars told Holly that the licence plate on the black gas-guzzler was the one she was searching for. In the vicinity Samuel had told her. Experience told her to focus, allowing her eyes to get used to the darkness. Eventually, the moving shadows in the car became clearer.
"The girl's a decoy," Samuel had told her. "Not to be harmed." Holly hoped the woman knew what she was doing. As far as she was concerned it was an added complication, not a help.
Reaching for the balaclava—her standard wear for such occasions—the tap on the driver's window interrupted her thoughts. Damn, how could she have been so careless? The gun pointing through the glass made her heart beat a little faster. A trap? No sudden movements, she told herself.
The barrel moved in an upward and downward motion and she obeyed the silent instruction, lowering the window to allow the well-worn face to peer in.
"Watcha doin'?" a suspicious, high-pitched voice asked, the gun trained on her. Holly began to move but stopped as the weapon waved gently from side to side. "Uh-uh!" the guy uttered in admonishment. "I asked whatcha doin'!?!"
The blonde smiled brightly, slightly tugging open her jacket as she did so. His gaze dropped to the swell of her breasts above her thin black top. It paid to dress with a diversion in mind. The momentary distraction allowed her hidden hand to pick up the silencer at her side.
"I'm looking for a little action," she softly breathed. "Are you?"
The well-worn face broke into a grin and he glanced across at the gas-guzzler, as if contemplating his options. The split second distraction gave Holly all the time she needed. Her swift movement was as deadly as her aim.
The bullet hit him directly between the eyes. The soft spit broke the silence, followed by the dull thud as his body collapsed to the ground.
Holly's eyes returned to the vehicle across the street. If they'd seen anything, this was going to become complicated. Thirty seconds silence confirmed they'd been too busy to notice. Within seconds, she'd slipped the balaclava over her head. Flicking off the ceiling switch so as to ensure she'd remain in the dark, she opened the door. It moved only a couple of inches.
Damn! The thug's fallen body must have lodged itself against the door as it fell to the ground. Reaching across with her right leg, then left, she manoeuvred herself into the passenger seat and exited that way.
Half a dozen silent strides saw her cover the distance to the driver's side, within a few seconds; the thin body was pulled to one side.
Staying in the shadows, she stealthily slipped across the open space, listening to her soft pants as she continually checked around her. No more unexpected disturbances! As she approached the vehicle, she could hear the groans inside. The girl, whoever she was, seemed to be enjoying her job.
It wasn't difficult to remain out of sight of the wing mirrors. A half-minute's pause allowed her to adjust her eyes to the shapes inside the vehicle. Desmond and his entertainment were in the back. The dark haired woman was riding him gently, but the way her head rotated indicated what was on her mind.
She was waiting for the assassin. The man would make an easier target that way. Holly grimaced to herself. This was quite a woman, but despite her interest in making life easier for Holly, she wasn't one she warmed to. Experience told her to keep her distance from thrillseekers.
Still, use the help if it was there. Holly moved so that her shadow fell across the woman's eyesight. Inside the car, she checked her movements for a brief second, as if her brain was assimilating what was about to happen. Then she was moving again, only faster this time.
"Come on, baby," Holly heard. "Cum for Carly. You'll never have another one like this."
The assassin understood. The woman wanted the man's orgasm, but it was also to be a signal to Holly. Fuck, she was a cool customer!
The vehicle began to rock under her exertions and then the timing was perfect.
"I'm cumming doll," he groaned, "I'm fucking cummmmmming—"
Holly knew the woman had ensured the door was unlocked, not that it made any difference. She'd shoot him through the glass if necessary. It opened in one movement just as the man was ejaculating. The woman's face stared at Holly, alive with excitement. "Do it!"
Her grunt as Holly put the gun against his forehead and pulled the trigger was that of a wild animal. The bitch had cum, actually reaching her own orgasm!
"Wait," the woman breathlessly gasped as Holly turned away. "He's got an accomplice, outside somewhere."
"Not any more," Holly answered, immediately cursing herself for forgetting the Irish accent.
It made no difference, she told herself as she covered the distance back to her hired car. She was speeding from the vicinity even as Carly was pushing herself away from the dead body and wondering how she'd get home.
***
"Mmm, I'm going to grab a shower before the flight. Join me?" Rachal asked as Meredith and Kay began packing up for the day. Kay watched Lauren carefully, smiling to herself as the young blonde took the exotic model's hand.
Their final session had taken place indoors at the top of the South Rim. Walking across to the small trailer with the more experienced model, Lauren was shocked to see it was dark. Where had the time gone?
The small vehicle was barely large enough to accommodate one person, let alone two. Rachal was already sliding out of her squaw outfit not two steps into it. All Lauren could do was follow, her eyes glued to the warm, chocolate brown skin of her bare back. With a slow cock of one hip, Rachal's thong joined her clothing on the floor.
Glancing at the blonde just outside, she arched a dark brow. "Pussycat got your tongue?"
The flimsy door of the trailer slapped shut and the sound of the shower flipped on. Lauren glanced over at Kay, although the Agency Head appeared to be preoccupied with the early proofs on her open laptop. Deep breath, she entered.
When she opened the door, Rachal was bending over—her slender body presented in profile—as she undid the straps of her sandals. Her long, glossy black hair was already out of its braids, hanging in silky waves around her face.
Rachal smiled playfully at the gawking young model. "Come on," she said, straightening to full height. "I'm not sure how much hot water we'll have."
Lauren's mouth went dry. She couldn't help herself as she scanned this other woman's full, frontal nudity. She thought of their kiss earlier. She thought of her sister's confession to being bi. And she knew that she wanted this woman before her.
