Welcome to the continuation of Parker's Adventures. Last we left off, Parker just had sex with a stranger in a Las Vegas nightclub. On his way out he received a invitation from an unknown Vixen, who happened to be watching him in the act.
As soon as the door to my room closes behind me I peel off my wet clothes. Making sure the card makes it on to the counter without getting messed up, I sit at the table of my room naked and have a smoke.
I replay it all in my mind, from the moment Belle kissed me to the moment they both left me in the bubbles. All those people around me while I had the closest thing to a threesome as I've ever come, and the dark haired Vixen watching me the whole time.
When I left the VIP lounge she had been in the middle of the round booth. That means she moved four other people just so she could get to the edge and look out over the crowd. With that many people in the club she had to look fairly hard for me since the lounge's entrance couldn't be seen from her booth.
I've followed a woman through a crowd with my eyes a few times in my life, and I know it's not that easy. I always thought I was being a little creepy when I did it, but being the one watched, it was thrilling.
She watched me while I had sex with a woman, I'm lucky to know her name, in a crowded club on a Friday night. My dick is getting hard again, but for the first time in my life, I don't feel the need to masturbate. The possibilities of what tomorrow night will bring has me wanting to leave my loins alone to recharge.
That's yet another first in my life since I've been on vacation. I've lost count of how many new firsts that makes. Not wanting to over think it, I put out the cig and go for the shower. I need to find out if the hotel has a dry cleaner, this outfit may have been understated, but it wasn't cheap.
A record twelve hours sleep, full of wonderful memories of the last few days, I'm ready to face the day. I do some gambling, eat at a nice restaurant, see the tigers at the Mirage and even catch a show.
As the hour grows near, I clean up before going for a taxi. I don't know what to expect so I dress in my nicest jeans, which means the ones without holes, and a white button-up shirt, worn the same way as the black one last night.
I figured an hour was more than enough time for the cab to take me to the address. When we left the strip and buildings started looking residential, I thought we were headed to the wrong place. Watching out the window the houses started getting nicer and nicer. After half an hour of driving I knew we were in the wrong place because I wasn't seeing houses anymore. These are mansions.
The taxi finally pulled into one of the driveways and stopped at the closed gate. A man in a black suit comes out of a small building. "Gate guard?" I ask, seeing the gun on his hip. I don't have many hobbies, but I am a gun guy. I don't know everything, not hardly, but I know enough to recognize a custom piece that starts at $1200. The cabbie roles my window down and the man asks, "May I see your member ID, sir?"
I have no idea what he's talking about, but I hand him the business card Lucy passed on to me. He takes one look at it, hands it back, and instructs the driver to drop me off at the front entrance. Going back in his little guard station the giant iron gates open.
My eyes have to be playing tricks on me, I've never seen a house like this before outside of the good Batman movies. It's huge with the grounds spreading out around the house for least a few acres. I'm feeling vastly under dressed by the time the driver parks in front of the large double doors up a stone staircase.
Two men who were standing there waiting move toward us. One goes around the front and to the driver. The other opens my door and waits for me to get out. I hear the man speaking to the driver as I get out, and I think I hear him say something about not recording the correct destination in his log. I see more than a hundred dollars are slipped to the driver before the door closes and the suit leads me to the front doors.
At this point I'm nervous, I have no idea what I've gotten myself into. I must've messed with my shirt because the suit says, "Your attire is acceptable, sir."
"Really? Cause I feel like the pauper being led to the Prince's palace."
He chuckles at my comment, deep and throaty. I imagine this guy does well with the ladies. That voice coupled with a body I always wanted to have, tall and muscled, he probably has them lined up. "I assure you, your clothes are not a concern."
He opens the door and ushers me inside before I can ask anything else, "Enjoy your evening, sir." The door closes behind me, and I audibly gulp to emphasize how unsure I am.
The front room I'm in is lavish and decorated with a lot of money. It's one of those classy and expensive places with bronze designed moldings and white marble Greek statues. I can smell the money in this place and it's more than I could achieve in ten lifetimes.
What could a woman who can afford this place, who watched me have sex in a club, possibly want with me? Two different movies come to mind and one has me a little scared. If it has to be one of the two I'm hoping for Eyes Wide Shut over Hostel.
"Sir?" A woman calls to me. I've been taking in the decorum, worrying so much about what's going to happen I didn't even notice her standing behind a lavish counter, a computer monitor facing her.
I move closer and see she's wearing a royal purple blouse buttoned all the way up to her neck and a black skirt that goes down far enough that I can't see where it ends. With a keyboard in front of her this seems more like a check in counter at a hotel than the lobby of a woman's home. "Good evening, sir. May I have your membership card?"
"I'm not actually a member," I say as I reach into my shirt pocket. There's a flash of alarm in her eyes before I see her jaw line clinch. Clearly if I'm not a member I shouldn't have made it this far and she's going to see someone fired for this. I pull the card from my pocket and hand it to her before she can take any action. "I was given this card last night."
She takes the card with a confused look. Turning it to the blank side she passes it under a little stand next to the keyboard. There must be a black light there because words appear that weren't there before. The only thing I can see clearly is my name. "Oh, Mr. Parker. I apologize for my reaction. You're early."
I look down at my watch and sure enough, it's 9:45 p.m. "Yeah, I hate being late."