1. Neon Nights


    Date: 3/31/2015, Categories: Hardcore, Author: SITTING, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    such a woman . God!” He snatched my clipboard out of my hand. “You haven’t even finished your rota. How am I meant to know which room should be next on my defilement list?” I took my clipboard and stalked away without another word. The day passed in a haze of sheets, disinfectants and measly tips. June was always a busy month at the Palace and I’d taken an extra shift that day so it was late by the time I finished. It was still hot outside and being a Friday night, the Strip was crowded and busy with the usual gamblers, hookers and tourists. I hung about in the Palace, wondering where Ethan had got to and whether I was missing out on one of his joyrides. I was walking down the plush VIP corridor, seeing which rooms were empty and therefore available for renting out when the door of James Silver’s room opened and he stuck his head out. “Hey,” he said quietly. “Could you come here?” I went over. “What is it?” He came out of his room and pulled the door almost shut. “My fiancée’s asleep,” he explained. “Early night.” “Of course,” I said. “Big day tomorrow, right?” He smiled in a way that was too obligatory to be genuine. “I need cigarettes,” he said, getting to the point. “Benson’s.” “Sure. I’ll get you some right away.” I said. He flashed me a grateful, more genuine smile. “I’ll be waiting.” I took the elevator down to the lobby and hurried out of the hotel, buying a ten-pack at the first available place. I ran back up, knocked softly on Silver’s door and he opened it almost ...
    instantly, practically snatching the packet out of my hand. “Is there anywhere I can go?” he asked. “Evelyn hates it when I smoke. I wouldn’t want to risk upsetting her.” “Yeah. Sure.” I took him down the corridor, through one of the empty suites and out onto the balcony. The room wasn’t due to be occupied until the morning so I figured we were safe. He lit up with shaky fingers which stilled as soon as he took his first deep drag. His eyes closed momentarily. “God,” he exhaled. “I haven’t had a smoke in a week.” He glanced at me. “Want one?” I figured he’d forgotten all about my tip, and decided to make do with the proffered cigarette which he graciously lit for me. It was glorious, standing on the balcony of a VIP suite, the neon Strip dazzling and dizzying before me as I sucked on a free cigarette. I wasn’t much of a smoker but there was something very satisfying about blowing smoke rings out of my mouth as the bright fantasyland of Vegas buzzed and blared five storeys below, each mega-resort glowing in a riot of extravagant colour. “Evelyn got drunk,” Silver said unexpectedly. “It’s not like her. I figured she was nervous.” “I don’t blame her,” I said. “It’s no small thing this marriage business. Especially when you’re having zebras at the reception.” He laughed. “Nobody’s meant to know that.” “The help knows everything,” I said matter-of-factly. “We even heard rumours that you couldn’t hire zebras and were planning on painting white horses with black stripes.” Silver ...
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