Charles And Diana Ch 08

As his lovely new wife Diana Maitland Richards melted into him, Charles Richards forgot everything else and just concentrated on the feeling of her soft lips and tongue mingling with his as they kissed each other slowly and deeply. He had just placed all of his chips on one number for a last spin on a Roulette wheel in the casino of The Riviera Resort in Las Vegas, where they were spending their honeymoon—having married less than 3 hours after they met in a pub in Los Angeles. They didn't hear the ball drop or hear the croupier announce the winner as 11 Black; they didn't stop kissing until the people around the table started cheering and a couple men slapped his shoulders!

When they realized that he had won, Charles picked Diana up, hugging her, and spun her around as they laughed excitedly. He set her back down and they watched as the croupier started piling up his stack of chips; they looked at each other and smiled excitedly as the croupier announced that he'd won over $3,000! They looked at each other again and said seriously at the same time, "It's time to quit!" They burst out laughing as they started gathering up all the chips to go cash them in.

As they headed toward the cashier's desk, Diana told Charles that she had made an appointment to get her hair done because she wanted to look nice for her performance in the nightclub later that evening. He told her that was fine; then she told him that she wanted to surprise him with a grand entrance at the nightclub after she was all made-up and dressed in the special gown he had bought for her. She asked him if he would mind cleaning up, dressing and leaving their suite at about 5:45 to go down to the nightclub for their 6:00 dinner reservation, and then she would join him as soon as she was able. Charles reluctantly agreed; he hated the thought of spending that much time away from her and he thought to himself that it had better be worth it!

When their chips were counted, Charles asked for $300 in cash and handed $100 to Diana, jokingly telling her he hoped that would be enough to pay for her salon appointment! Then he yelled, "OW!" and grabbed his right upper arm after Diana punched him for making it sound like she required a lot of services at the salon! He frowned as he looked at her and rubbed his arm and asked her, "How the hell did you learn to punch like that?"

She told him about the lessons her youngest brother had given her when she was just 7 years old. Her brother had been 17 at the time and he had been the youngest kid for a while and he'd learned to stand up for himself. When her brother saw how Diana let the other kids tease and pick on her, he'd taken her aside and shown her how to throw a really hard punch and told her to use it whenever some other kid just wouldn't leave her alone. She'd only had to do that a couple times before word got around that she could hit really hard, and the other kids finally started to leave her alone when she told them to—though they still teased her at times...from a distance!

He grinned as he frowned and said, "I'm going to have to remember not to tease you like that any more—I don't want any of my colleagues at the Bureau to start seeing bruises on me and then have to explain to them that my wife gave them to me! I'd never hear the end of that!"

He put the other $200 cash into his wallet and told the cashier they would request a Cashier's Check for the remaining amount when they were ready to leave tomorrow, so they waited while the cashier wrote out a voucher for the remaining amount of his winnings. Diana noticed that it was getting close to 4:30—the scheduled time for her appointment at the beauty salon, so she told Charles that she needed to get going to make her appointment. He told her when he came down at 5:45, he would leave the key to their room at the front desk and she could pick it up there to go up and dress before she came down.

She kissed him quickly and headed for the beauty salon. On the way there, she remembered that she didn't have any kind of purse or evening bag to go with her dress and she would need something just to throw the room key and some lipstick or whatever else she might need to freshen her make-up into. She popped into the clothing store again and asked the sales lady if they had any little evening bags; the sales lady remembered her from that morning and said she had just the thing. It was a little gold clutch bag that would match her shoes perfectly; she thanked the sales lady, paid for the bag and took off for the salon.

She told the ladies at the salon that she just wanted her hair curled and styled, but asked them not to use any hairspray because the hairspray would affect her vocal chords and she had to sing later. They told her that would be no problem; they had other setting solutions they could use that would hold her style for a while without having to spray it. Then she told them that she wanted the make-up they used to be as subtle as possible, but that she would be performing onstage and she didn't want to look "washed out" in the lights; they told her they would do their best and she could judge the results when they were through.

As she sat under a dryer with curlers in her hair, she closed her eyes and started singing the songs she was going to perform that evening, just to make sure she remembered all the words and the tunes. When she was done, she opened her eyes and saw a lot of the women in the salon were looking at her and grinning, and some of them were clapping; then she noticed one woman glaring at her. She frowned at the woman when she recognized her as one of the women who had been hanging around Charles at the Roulette table before she showed up and shooed them away. She kept staring at the woman and arched one of her eyebrows at her as if to say, "You want to challenge me, bitch? Go ahead!" The woman finally looked away.

Diana was thankful to finally get out from under the hot dryer and get those blasted curlers out of her hair! She hated messing with this stuff—that's why she rarely ever bothered; but this was a special occasion! She wanted her new husband to see just how beautiful she could be and feel confident as she performed this evening. She told the salon ladies that she was putting her trust in them to make her look as sexy as possible without looking like a tramp.

She glanced in the mirror when she heard a short, "Hah!" behind her, and she realized it was the woman who had been glaring at her before. Diana looked at the salon ladies, whose eyebrows were raised wondering what was going on, and she said, "Of course, some women don't need any amount of make-up to make them look like a tramp! All they have to do is hang all over another woman's husband! Isn't that right, ladies?"

The salon ladies all saw the look on the other woman's face in the mirror; her mouth popped open and then snapped shut as her face reddened and she turned away from them. Diana and salon ladies all grinned and chuckled silently; after the other woman left, Diana told the salon ladies what had happened and all about how she and Charles had met and married. They were all enthralled with her story, especially when she described Charles to them and how sexy he was and how much he turned her on! When they saw the look on her face and in her eyes, they all knew she had it bad—and most of them envied her; they'd give anything to find a man who could make them feel like that!

When the salon ladies turned Diana around to give her the full view of her finished hair and make-up, Diana's eyes widened at her reflection in the mirror; she felt embarrassed to admit it even to herself but, she was stunning! Her golden mane was full and sleek as it swept back from her face, with thick waves of curls laying about her shoulders and down the back of her head. And because they hadn't used hairspray, her hair still flowed naturally as she moved her head.

Her make-up was flawless; they used a nice medium-light base to give her skin a healthy-looking glow so she wouldn't appear "washed out" under the bright lights, a lovely rose-tinted blush that complemented her natural blush and a similar color for her lips to make them shine. The eye make-up was perfect; they made her look sexy without her having to think about anything to bring that heavy-lidded look of desire into her eyes. She smiled at the ladies in the mirror and told them that they had worked some real magic; they told her that they had just enhanced what she already had. Her salon visit and a few items of make-up cost $30; she gave each of the women a $5 tip, thanked them all again and walked out of the salon at 5:35pm with $40 left in her new gold clutch.

She had 10 minutes to kill before she could go back up to the room; what could she possibly do to pass the time? She headed toward the nightclub just to go take a peek and see how many people were showing up for dinner. She was surprised when she approached the entrance and saw a sign on a tripod just outside that announced she was making a "special guest appearance" that evening—at least they had listed her name correctly as Diana Maitland Richards, and also named the nightclub she performed at in Los Angeles. Her L.A. nightclub boss would be pleased with the free publicity!

She noticed that it appeared to be pretty crowded inside; most of the tables were occupied. But she knew that some of the people who came this early were just there for dinner and didn't plan to stick around for the show afterward. She would just have to wait until later to see how much of an audience she was going to have. She turned around and started heading back toward the main lobby to find a spot where she could hide until she saw Charles drop the key off at the desk and head to the nightclub.

She only had to wait about 5 minutes until she saw him come off one of the elevators and head to the front desk and hand them the key and explain that his wife would be picking it up soon. She admired how handsome he looked in his freshly cleaned black suit—how it emphasized his broad shoulders and strong physique. She saw him glancing around and several women's heads turned to watch him as he passed by, and she smiled to herself as she noticed that he seemed to pick up on that and it made him walk a little taller as he smiled kind of sexily to himself. As soon as he was out of sight, she headed toward the front desk to pick up the key to their room.

When Diana had left Charles to go to her salon appointment, Charles had over an hour before he would have to leave the room to be out of it by 5:45, but he knew it would only take him about 20 minutes to get ready. He tried to think of something to do to kill some more time before he headed back up to the room; he decided to go out to the pool area and have a drink and just enjoy the warm sunshine and relax for a half hour or so. He went to the bar near the pool and ordered a beer and then went and sat on a lounge chair by a table and just watched the people playing around in the pool while he sipped on his beer.

The sun was a little warmer than he expected, so he sat up and removed his light suit jacket and hung it on the back of the chair and then pulled his shirt out of the waist of his pants and unbuttoned it, just letting it fall open to his sides as he leaned back and relaxed again, enjoying the feeling of the warm sun on his exposed torso. After about 10 minutes, he noticed a couple women in lounge chairs over to the left side of the pool from where he was facing looking at him. They were wearing bathing suits and sunning themselves, and they kept glancing at each other and talking, and then they'd look toward him and smile. He wasn't looking directly at them, but he'd noticed them doing that through his left field of vision as he was looking at the pool; he couldn't help but notice them because they had to turn their heads in his direction to their right when they looked at him.

Charles noticed that the women kept looking at him, so he turned his head a little more in their direction so he could watch them a little closer without making it look like he was watching them. Then he saw the women's eyes travel down his body and they looked in the vicinity of his crotch, and they looked at each other again as they spoke quietly, and then they both looked at his crotch again. Charles discreetly looked down to make sure his fly wasn't open or anything, and he noticed that the way he was sitting with his legs crossed at the ankles, had pushed his cock and balls upward slightly so that there was a noticeable bulge in the crotch of his pants.

He clenched his jaw to stop from grinning as he realized the women were probably speculating over how big his dick might be! Then he almost jerked when the thought of that made his loins start to tingle and he could feel his dick starting to stir. If he wasn't careful, those women were going to find out just how big his dick was! Then he realized Diana was right; he'd never really paid attention to how much women noticed him—he wondered if those women would try to approach him even if he didn't do anything to give them any indication that he was interested in meeting them. He ignored them as he closed his eyes and just relaxed and started to think about Diana.

He started to realize too late that thinking of her was a mistake; his dick wasn't just stirring any more, it was getting rock hard! Charles just kept his eyes closed and tried to ignore it and just hoped those women would not notice the bulge at his crotch getting bigger! He made the mistake of glancing at them to see if they were looking at him, and sure enough, they saw him look at them as they were eyeing his crotch. He closed his eyes and tried to continue ignoring them, but after just a few moments, he heard a woman's voice and felt the sun blocked from his face by someone standing beside him.

One of the women said softly as she knelt down beside him, "Pardon us for approaching you if you aren't interested in our proposal, so please just hear us out before you say no—but we're really hoping you'll say yes. My friend and I think you are about the sexiest man we've seen here this weekend—and you appear to have something that we've been looking for. My friend and I have a thing for men with big dicks, so we were hoping you'd come up to our room and fuck both of us. And we couldn't help but notice that your dick started getting hard when you looked at us, so are you interested?"

Charles' eyes widened in shock as the woman bluntly stated what they wanted from him, and his cock twitched in his pants at his unexpected reaction to the erotic nature of their request. He noticed that these were two very attractive women who looked to be in their early to mid twenties and they thought he was sexiest man they'd seen this weekend?!! Diana must not have been just telling him that because she's in love with him—he felt a profound sense of male ego and virility as his loins flowed with heat.

Charles raised his eyebrows at them for a moment, and then he grinned slowly as he said softly in his deep, sexy voice, "Well, ladies, I certainly appreciate your interest in me and I thank you for, what two days ago might've been, a very tempting offer, but I'm married...to the woman I've been searching my whole life for and finally found last night. And my lovely new wife is giving me all the sex I need—and I got hard because I was thinking of her, not because I noticed you two. I was just hoping that you wouldn't get the wrong impression because I knew you'd been looking at my crotch. So, I'm sorry to disappoint you but I love my wife and she's all I'll ever need."

The two women looked disappointed but said they understood and that they hoped his wife realized how lucky she was; Charles grinned softly as he told them that he was the lucky one. The women went back to their lounge chairs and Charles finished his beer, stood up and buttoned his shirt, picked up his jacket and headed back into the lobby to go upstairs and start getting ready so he could leave the room on time before he could meet up with his sexy new wife again later in the nightclub restaurant.

Before he went to the room, Charles stopped by the front desk and asked one of the clerks to call the laundry service and ask them to have his suit delivered to his room as soon as possible. Then he went up, showered quickly and shaved lightly again while he waited for his suit to arrive. The phone rang and it was the concierge asking him if Diana was there, and Charles explained to him that she was waiting for him to get dressed and leave the room before she returned from a salon appointment and that Charles was going to leave the room key for her at the front desk. The concierge told him that he'd catch up with her when she came to the desk to get the key, said good-bye and hung up.

There was a knock on the door and a woman's voice announced it was the laundry service, and Charles answered the door wearing just a towel around his hips. The woman appeared to be in her mid to late forties and she raised her eyebrows at his appearance at first until she ran her eyes down his body, then she blushed slightly when she realized what she was doing and her eyes flew back to his face. Charles just grinned at her and gave her a dollar as he took his suit from her hand and said sexily, "Thanks a lot...and for bringing my suit!" Then he chuckled silently as he shut the door when he noticed the woman blushed even more.

Apparently, women of all ages seemed to find him attractive and sexy! He started to feel more confident that he'd be able to keep Diana on her toes as well. He brushed his teeth, combed his hair and dressed in his freshly cleaned suit and headed back down to the lobby to leave their room key at the desk for Diana.

He wondered where she might be as he strolled through the lobby, and he glanced around trying to see if he could spot her but he didn't see her. But he did notice a couple women who looked at him appreciatively and it made him straighten his shoulders even more, tighten his abdominal muscles to emphasize his chest more and hold his head up a little higher as a soft, sexy smile slightly curved his lips under his mustache. He almost started to feel slightly egotistical as his awareness of how women paid attention to him heightened and he realized he was starting to enjoy it.

As soon as Diana said her name at the desk and asked for their room key, the desk clerk asked her to wait for a moment because the concierge wanted to see her quickly, and the clerk buzzed the concierge to let him know she was there. The concierge came out and explained to Diana that he'd talked to her husband so he knew she would be stopping by the desk, and the reason he wanted to see her was because he wanted to loan her some jewelry to wear for the evening. He opened up a flat, black box in his hands and showed her what was inside.

Diana was floored when she saw the name "Harry Winston" on the inside of the box; it was a matching set of a necklace, earrings and bracelet of the flashiest diamonds she'd ever seen! She looked at the concierge and started to say that she couldn't possibly wear such beautiful and terribly expensive things! The concierge told her that they were on loan from the jewelry store in the lobby because he'd talked to the bandleader after their meeting and, when he heard what her first number was going to be, he thought it would only make sense for her to be appropriately adorned.

She frowned as she asked the concierge if he really thought this was a good idea? He nodded and said that he trusted her, and that he was sure the jewelry would only enhance her beauty, as the diamonds could in no way outshine her! Then she asked him out of curiosity how much the set was worth; she nearly fainted when he told her it was over 50 carats worth of diamonds and was priced at over $200,000. She tried to refuse again, but he told her he was going to have one of the resort security guards escort her up to her room and wait outside for her and then escort her back down to the lobby to go meet her husband, so she wouldn't have to worry about anyone trying to attack her.