Tales From The Ruby Plaza Ch. 1
Starring: Demi Rose Mawby
Codes: MF, Oral, Tit Fuck, Anal, Facial
Disclaimer: This story is purely fictional. This is fiction, it did NOT happen. Fantasy is legal. Please do not copy this story to any site without my permission.
Las Vegas, NevadaThe morning sun could only evaporate so much of the cold air from a night now in distant memory. For anyone who was used to hot weather, low temperatures were seen as a relief after long heated days. In the early morning hours, one could still feel what was a temperature below sixty degrees outside. For one man, cooler weather would be a wonderful feeling after spending his life in southern Florida. This was a good way to start off a Tuesday morning by stepping off a plane. With a suitcase in his hand, he stepped through the inner gates of the McCarran airport while glancing up and reading the neon lit sign. 'Welcome to Las Vegas: Clark Couty, McCarran International Airport'. The bright lit words hung in a hue of orange and yellow. Seth Dupree was just the kind of man to see those words and wonder where this journey was going to take him. Stepping to the escalator, he stood idle while the machine moved to send him down.
Vegas was a place that Seth had dreamed of visiting some day in the future. At thirty-one years old, he had lived through what was a relatively successful career in journalism thus far. Born in Georgia, he had ventured down to southern Florida after finishing his time in college. Sports was his forte as a beat writer. It had been something he had been now for over seven years living in Miami Beach. Basketball had been the first major sport he covered, documenting the rise of the 'big three' Miami Heat before he eventually crossed over into reporting golf. This trip to Nevada had been bought and paid for by an associate with a major publication whom claimed he had a specific 'major story' that would cause shock waves over the media. Seth accepted the booked flight and reservation without question. The plane had landed in the early hours of the morning, just after eight, leaving plenty of time to get settled in before the afternoon hours.
With vague details from his contact, Seth could only wonder just what the truth of this matter was. Michael Johnson had been known to drop tips to him in the past about golf related stories, but this was apparently a huge deal to warrant a trip all the way to Las Vegas for a special meeting. The old man had been a retired manager of several golf courses spread out the east coast of the U.S. Seth had learned pretty early on that he had connections to important people and knew just where to dig in for the juicy stories in headlines. In the past, Michael had given him a breaking story about a sex scandal involving two golfers and an escort in California. It was a story that landed Seth on ESPN for a special, gaining his name to a status of prominence for a short brief time. From that memory, Seth wondered just what this deal was over to meet in Vegas of all places.
Stepping through the front doors to the McCarran airport, he clutched the suitcase in his hand while gazing out to see a line of taxi cabs waiting for passengers. Seth was a short man with a skinny frame beneath a black pinstripe suit jacket with a blue T-shirt underneath. He wore a pair of stone washed blue jeans down below that didn't match his upper dress code by any means. Over his feet were a pair of white tennis shoes that may have stuck out more than his pants. His hair was brown, cut short and fixed up with a light wave. Seth always kept his face clean shaved, as he wasn't fond of growing facial hair. Feeling the cool breeze of air, he stepped his way around while holding off his hand, hoping to flag down one of the waiting yellow taxi cars. He could see one driver waving his hand in response beyond the visible windshield, signaling to him that he was waiting for a fare. Seth made his way over to the cab, opening the right side passenger door as he was greeted to a friendly voice.
"Good morning there! Looks like you need to get somewhere."
"I sure do."
Seth replied as he sat the fat suitcase down over the left side seat and then sat down. He shut the door as the cab driver leaned back and got a look at his fare from the rear view mirror hanging above.
"Where I can take you?"
"Ruby Plaza. I don't exactly know where it's located."
The driver laughed. Seth couldn't quite see his face, though he knew the man had a black beard and short black hair. He was obviously older and had probably been working as a cab driver for an extended period of time, as Seth guessed.
"it's on the Strip, just across from the Flamingo. I'll get you there, no problem."
After his subtle response, the driver shifted gears and pulled the yellow taxi car out from the airport. He proceeded to roll the vehicle a little bit through traffic, all while his passenger sat cool, calm and collected in the back seat. Seth's eyes wandered around his surroundings, examining the interior of the black seats and glancing out the window. The cab itself was neatly clean the car was. Over the years, he had been in the back of many taxi cars, some of the worst memories popping up in his mind from a trip to New York City about three years ago. Sitting back in the seat, he didn't notice the driver studying him from the rear view mirror. He soon spoke up to strike a conversation.
"I take it that this is your first time in Las Vegas?"
From the back seat, Seth nodded his head before answering the driver back.
"Yeah. I guess you could see I don't know my way around this town at all."
The driver chuckled briefly.
"I could tell that you were a first timer given that expression on your face when you looked around outside the doors. So, are you here for vacation or business?"
"Business. I'm only here for a week on a job."
"Ah, so you're not a tourist. If you don't mind me asking, what is that you do?"
"I don't mind at all. I'm a sports journalist coming out here to see an old friend about a story. If you follow golf or basketball, you may have read my articles before. My name is Seth Dupree."
"Dupree, huh? Sorry I've never heard of you. I don't watch golf or basketball, sorry. I used to watch football, back when the Niners were good."
Seth went quiet for a few seconds as the driver turned the steering wheel of the car and continued on piloting down the streets. Traffic was visible beyond the windows, but he paid it no attention. The driver carried on, keeping his focus on the traffic in front of him and navigating the roads. Seth's mind was already wandering onto the Ruby Plaza itself and what kind of guest room he would have at the casino and luxury hotel resort. After a few moments of considering it quietly, he spoke up to the driver.
"Do you know anything about the place that I'm staying at?"
"The Ruby Plaza?"
"Yeah. Have you ever been there before?"
The driver laughed before shaking his head. Hands gripping the steering wheel, he slowed down at a yellow light waiting for the car in front of them.
"I've only been outside the place at least several hundred times with fares over the years. It's your typical big time casino and hotel resort, I guess you could say. What made you choose it for a reservation to start with?"
"I didn't choose it. A room was booked for me by my client who I'm seeing today."
"Oh, I see. I can't tell you what the place looks like from the inside, if that's what you're wondering. I do know it's listed as one of the top hotels in the world. I'll never be able to afford a room there, so I wouldn't know what it's like."
Pausing for a moment, the driver smiled to himself. He made another turn down the road before slowing the cab down in traffic once more. Licking his lips, he spoke again.
"I've heard a couple interesting stories about that place from passengers I've had the past few years."
If he was trying to grasp Seth's attention, the comment had worked.
"Oh yeah? What kinda stories?"
The driver laughed again before carrying on with his words.
"Rumors are a better term for it. I hear that a lot of stuff goes on in there with important people, if you catch my drift. I had a couple get in my cab just a few months back during the summer and tell me a grand story about some famous people sitting for poker matches. But then again, I guess you could see that sorta thing anywhere out here."
Such a 'story' almost made Seth roll his eyes. He let out a quiet sigh, dropping the topic all together. He didn't buy into the man's story, figuring that he was just trying to shake his leg with a rumor that couldn't be backed up in testimony. As the taxi cab continued through the streets, Seth remained quiet in the back seat. Time had passed by with the driver navigating through the strip of Las Vegas Boulevard before making a turn once they approaching the road near the Flamingo casino. The Ruby Plaza casino and hotel resort sat on the opposite side, to the left off the street. Seth could see the giant white building in the distance from glancing out one of the view. The driver waited for the light to change before taking the final turn. He could not believe his eyes once the taxi car turned and was now heading down the road in entrance to the casino resort.
Seth's eyes focused ahead from the back seat, witnessing the giant sign above in bright red colored calligraphy font with a logo of the initials RP. 'Welcome, now entering the Ruby Plaza'. The road stretched out to massive car park building to the right side, meanwhile the hotel and casino resort was to the left view. The building itself became larger to his sight with each passing second as the wheels of the taxi car rode through. The driver slowly turned the wheel as they were nearing the entrance which led into a garden with a roof hanging atop the entry walkway that led into the casino and luxury hotel. Seth couldn't believe his eyes. Never had he witnessed something so big, apart from the basketball arenas he had been inside when covering NBA games. The driver slowed down and then he knew that it was time to make an exit soon. Reaching inside his jacket, Seth pulled out his wallet getting ready to pay for his fare.
"Here we are. That will be fifty-five dollars for the fare."
It was an expensive ride taxi, but Seth wasn't about to complain. Any other day, he probably would've questioned the driver's motive in charging him this much. The sight awaiting him outside had a stronger hold on his mind than this possibly inflated fee. Grabbing a fifty and a five dollar bill, he leaned over the seat as the driver turned around to accept the payment. He gave Seth a smile before saying farewell.
"Thanks, enjoy your stay."
"You have a good day."
Reaching across the seat, Seth grabbed his suitcase and then opened the door. He stepped out to the sound of pedestrians walking by and cars coming and going. As he walked away from the cab and it drove off, his eyes wandered above glancing at the elaborate decorations of the roof top. Standing in front of him was two small statues of lions with patches of red flowers around them. The walk way to the front doors was a unique sight and he had yet to enter this magnificent place but was already quite impressed with the visuals before him. Stepping forward, he made his way to the gold plated glass front doors, moving beyond the two security guards dressed in black suits. Seth was greeted to white marble stone floors in the entry lobby as his eyes wandered all about. To say that he was blown away by the visuals from outside was simply an understatement by now.
Every corner of the lobby was beautifully crafted with a unique style of architecture that made Seth wonder just how many millions of dollars were spent building this place. There was a touch of Italian style paintings hanging on the walls, all positioned in gold lining frames. The reception desk of the lobby sat in the center of the room. It was a large round desk with four people in black and white uniforms attending to each side. The front of the desk was shiny in a reflective marble ruby stone. Seth stepped forward, still glancing around to room to view the grandiose display of luxury before him. He thought that he had witnessed fine hotels in the past, but this was an otherworldly experience. Once he had his fill of embracing the beautiful scenery if his surroundings, he approached the reception desk while still clutching his briefcase among his left hand fingers. The blonde haired receptionist gave him a smile after peeling her eyes away from the computer screen down below in front of her.
"Hello and welcome to the Ruby Plaza Casino and Resort. Are you here to make a reservation?"
"I'm already booked, I'm here to check in."
"Can I have your name, please?"
"Seth Dupree."
The receptionist broke eye contact with him to glance downward. The sound of her fingers punching down over the keyboard were loud as she typed up his name and then hit the 'enter' key. After a few seconds, she spoke while gazing back at the flat screen computer monitor.
"Ah, Mr. Dupree. It appears that you're already booked and payments have been made for a one week stay. Your room is on the nineteenth floor. Room number is nine-oh-five."
After finishing her words, she turned to the second receptionist whom gave Seth a slight smile. Her brunette hair matched her eyes, fixed up in a small ponytail that hung beyond her shoulders. She broke eye contact to move her hands down below to slide open a drawer that was neatly organized into various sections. Seth stood patiently while a gold key was taken out. Once it was put on a key ring, it was passed to the main receptionist and then over to Seth's waiting hand.
"Before you go Mr. Dupree, you need to check in with the offices for V.I.P. registration."
A puzzled expression moved over his face while looking back at the blonde haired woman.
"What? V.I.P.?"
She smiled at him.
"Yes, the V.I.P. registration. Don't you remember applying for it when you made your payments? You paid over two-thousand dollars to book your stay. Then you paid the full price of seven-thousand dollars for V.I.P. access. You will need to check in with the V.I.P. offices to get your access card made. You can leave your packed belongings here, I'll see to it that room service delivers them up for you."
The receptionist pointed her hand over the right side of the lobby near the elevators that led to an extended hallway. Seth went on and placed his suitcase over the ruby marble stone desk as she carried on with her words.
"Go through there and take a left. You'll come across a black door with a gold frame near the bathrooms. I'll go on and buzz you through."
With a complete shock of a revelation, Seth could figure it out the more he thought about this. It was his contact Michael who had paid for his hotel room, so he must have also shelled out the extra seven grand to pay for this V.I.P. thing he had just learned about. If there was one thing Seth could relate to with the taxi driver he had met earlier, it was the fact that neither of them could afford this place at all. Seth had Michael to thank for more than just a couple thousand dollars to stay for a week, as the price for this V.I.P. deal seemed ludicrous to his mind. He had barely brought just over two grand with him for this trip. Stepping away from the receptionist desk, he followed her instructions and went through the doorway. His eyes were greeted to white walls, extending through a short hallway that led to dark red wooden mahogany desk with a black top surface. A tall man stood behind the desk in a black button up shirt and matching black colored pants.
"How you doin'? You must be Seth Dupree."
Seth glanced up to see the man's face as he could hear something of an Italian accent in his voice. His hair was short, slicked back and appeared to be colored to hide away the few single grey hairs above his forehead. Seth nodded his head before replying to the man.
"Yeah, that's me."
The man moved his right arm out, pointing across the room to where a white panel board was.
"Stand over there for me. I need to get a picture of your face."
"What? Why do you need me to take a photo?"
"It's for your V.I.P. card, tough guy. Everyone has to get their mug snapped. This is simply for verification purposes. We don't want anyone to steal your card and get through security."
The more words spoken about this V.I.P. section of the resort, Seth was beginning to believe that it must be a major deal. He stepped his way across the room, just as the older man had instructed him to do. With the back of his head up against the white panel, he waited patiently for the man to move in front of the camera and snap the photo. It was a similar experience to taking the photo for what was to appear on a driver's license. Within a few seconds, his photo had been snapped and the man waved his arm to signal him to move.
"I'll be back in just a moment, wait right here."
He pushed a button on the black camera work station to eject an SD card. Seth stood there as the man stepped away from the desk and opened a door leading to a private room. The door shut to momentarily isolate Seth in the office room. As he stood around waiting, his eyes wandered beyond the desk at a pair of framed photographs hanging above. There was a total of sex frames, each of them displaying the same man with different people. Seth guessed that these photographs must have been from parties at the casino resort. In one of them, he thought he could recognize a famous blonde haired woman with brown eyes. She had her arm around the man, her lips curved into a bright smile while her black dress exposed a heavy cleavage. Seth recognized her, but couldn't quite figure out where in the back of his mind. After a few minutes, the back door came swinging open and the man stepped back out.
"Alright, you're all set to go. Here's your V.I.P. card, fresh outta the machine."
The man spoke before extending his left hand out to reveal a shiny plastic card. Seth's eyes glanced down to see the gold mining around the card. 'Ruby Plaza V.I.P.' was printed in a dark red calligraphy font. His name was on the card under a small square box that had his photo embedded into the card. On the back side of the card itself was some visible gold chip that Seth figured must have been for a scanning reader.
"Thanks. So, where exactly do I find the entrance into the V.I.P. section of this place?"
"You take the elevator down to the ground floor and then you gotta go searching for a different elevator. In fact, there's one around here, keep going left past this office. You can find one in the casino too near the cashier spot too. Just remember that it's black and ain't got any sign on it. You go in, there's only two options. Ground floor or the basement. Basement is where the V.I.P. section is."
Seth nodded after the man finished his explanation.
"Thank you."
As he began to turn around, the man spoke up.
"Oh yeah, one more thing."
Once Seth turned to face him again, the older man grinned before finishing his words.
"If I were you, I wouldn't go down there dressed like a bum."
He almost laughed, uttering more words.
"Don't wanna give anyone the wrong impression to anyone, you know?"
Raising his eyebrows, Seth took the jagged insult but didn't say anything back. He figured the man must have been referencing his style of clothes with the denim blue jeans going with his suit jacket top. His dress code didn't bother him, even with the man making a comment on it. Seth turned around and made his exit from the V.I.P. offices as he brought his left hand into his jacket and shoved the V.I.P. card down into the inner pocket. As he stepped away, he figured it was time to go up to the nineteenth floor and check in to his suite. Room 904 was waiting for him, though Seth had to fight off the urge to go around and explore this magnificent resort. In the main lobby, he witnessed a sign hanging high that mentioned a jewelry store and a Rolex watch store together and over a dozen different restaurants named on the sign. Sadly he didn't have the kind of money to go on a spending spree in a place like this, let alone the money to gamble. So far though, his impression of Ruby Plaza was almost of a fantasy.
Never in his life had he been to Las Vegas or stepped foot in a luxury casino and hotel resort like this. Not even an hour had passed and he already felt that this was like a completely different world. All those times he had attended basketball games or stepped foot on golf courses were nothing compared to this. Seth's mind wandered off to the V.I.P. area yet again while he made his way to a gold plated elevator and stepped in. Two women and an older man joined him in the elevator as he now had to wait for a long ride with the two of them. Seth didn't pay any attention to the guests standing idly in the elevator alongside him. Several minutes passed and they left after stepping off into the tenth floor. The next ride up was to the nineteenth floor and now that he was all alone in the elevator, he figured it was a good time to call Michael on his cellphone for a status report. Within seconds, the phone was ringing as he placed it up to his right ear. It clicked and the man answered.
"Hello. Seth, is that you?"
"Yes, hello Mr. Johnson, how are you doing today? I just got off the plane to Vegas about an hour or so ago. I'm checked into the Ruby Plaza and making my way up to my room."
"That's great to hear. Did you get the card for the V.I.P. access?"
Seth was almost startled by this question to come so soon during this phone call.
"Yeah, I got it. I was gonna ask you about that. What the hell is this V.I.P. thing all about? You didn't say anything to me about needing a special membership card when we spoke on the phone last week."
"It's something you'll need to meet with my contact for your story. He has agreed to meet with me in a place that only he feels safe. You'll learn why he prefers this when you see the V.I.P. place yourself, don't worry. I'm gonna be expecting you around eleven PM tonight. Are you fine with that?"
"Yeah, I think so. I can take a nap to prepare for the meeting tonight."
"Good, don't be late. Eleven PM, you get down there to the V.I.P. area. I'll find you after I've had a couple drinks."
Just like that, the phone clicked as Michael hung up and left Seth standing there pondering a reply. Yet again, he was left wondering what this allure was to the V.I.P. section of the resort. Patience was his friend, as later in the night he would learn about the place for himself. The flight had made him exhausted from last night, though it was excitement of stepping into a city he had never visited that motivated Seth to push ahead of the fatigue he was feeling. Tonight's events would be the reason he made this trip to begin with and he couldn't wait to go down into the V.I.P. area of this grandiose place. By the time Seth got to his hotel room, he went on and unpacked his suitcase. He brought two suits with him, not counting the pair of pants and jacket he wore on the flight. Among the suitcase was a laptop which he used for work purposes when travelling. A few other bare necessities were included along with a laptop and phone charger.
Taking the V.I.P. card he had just acquired, Seth shoved it into his black leather wallet and sat it down on the night stand so he wouldn't forget it. The suite itself was a step up from the luxury he had already witnessed thus far in the hotel. The walls were a faded white color with similar gold lining from down in the lobby. Red carpets covered hard reflective tile. The bed itself was a king size made up with silk robed ruby red sheets and pillows. For the time being, it almost felt as if he had checked in to some fantastic castle for a week. It was funny how little history Seth knew of the Ruby Plaza, as he had just learned of the resort's existence just a week ago. The hotel and casino resort itself had a long history, dating back decades ago into those 'good ole days' of the mafia's rule in Las Vegas. Over fifty years ago, Ruby Plaza was originally founded under a different name.
Various changes had come over the decades in Las Vegas, beginning in the nineteen-eighties when corporate power and entrepreneurs moved into the city. The power of the old mafia had deteriorated while landmark casinos were destroyed and the new mega-resort era that the city was known for today. Ruby Plaza was one of the few old mob hotels that survived, all thanks to the original owners accepting a cheap buyout from a corporation whom planned to spend over a billion dollars extending onto the old building and refurbishing it under a theme based on Bellagio Italy. The former name of the casino had been all but purged from historical accounts and Ruby Plaza was born in the year of nineteen ninety four. It didn't take long for the name itself to begin rising up among the most well respected hotel and casino resorts. A decade into the new century, Ruby Plaza was the second ranked luxury hotel in all of Las Vegas by consumer reports and tourist traveler guides.
Over the course of the nineties decade, the casino began to move up the ranks of the hottest spots for poker players and traveling gamblers. "Johnny's Room" was the official name given to the game room. The name itself was dedicated to poker legend Johnny Moss, whom had a history with the original casino before it became Ruby Plaza. Johnny Moss helped sponsor the renovation shortly before his death of old age, one year after Ruby Plaza's grand opening. The higher stakes 'big game' deals became a known attraction, as many local gamblers began to take Ruby Plaza as their home base all thanks to the higher table limits. Many professional poker players began using the game room, as pots were known to exceed over a million dollars with stakes raising over six thousand to nine thousand dollars. Going into the new century, Ruby Plaza partnered into the World Poker Tour. The tournament events still found a home in live television broadcasts directly from the game room.
Outside the resort building was one of the most beautiful attractions to the Ruby Plaza resort. Rightfully named 'The Fountains of Ruby Plaza', a massive choreographed water fountain that moved with light shows and music. The fountain itself was visible throughout other areas of the city as the water fountain shows were a daily event, yet sometimes had cancellations due to high winds. The fountains extended over eight acres of man made land and had cost nearly fifty millions dollar to build under the first renovations of the mega-resort. At night time, the hotel building lit up in array of different collars with yellow and a hue of gold being the most commonly visible light. For this reason alone, Ruby Plaza was known for the allure it represented in night photos of Las Vegas. Sometimes the lighting changed in colors depending on the holidays, as red and green hues were used in time for the Christmas spirit. Such enchanting appeal was one of many things that made the luxury hotel and casino resort the landmark it was today.
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The night had come through the following hours while Seth laid down to take a nap when the hands of the clock moved past twelve to begin the PM hours. His dreams were nothing that he recalled upon awakening from his much needed slumber. Forty minutes after ten PM on the clock, he was out of bed and had taken a shower to prepare for tonight's meeting. Taking the man's words seriously from the office, Seth decided to wear his full black suit for this meeting. Underneath the pinstriped black pants and matching jacket was a simple white shirt, but with no tie. He didn't enjoy wearing ties and often kept the top few buttons undone beneath the collar. After tucking his cellphone and wallet into the inner pocket of his jacket, Seth was prepared to make the journey down to the ground floor again and find that black elevator. The V.I.P. section of the resort was the next destination that awaited him as this day was coming to an end with the midnight hours coming up.
He took his time in the lobby after taking the first elevator down. Seth was tempted to go off exploring what the resort had to offer with sight seeing. Though he wasn't the kind of man to gamble, he was curious to see what the slot machines looked like. If only he had a couple hundred bucks to go on a spending spree with, it would've been possible to blow some money in a men's clothing store he had passed by. Seth's attention had already been stolen once today by the gorgeous art and interior architecture design, but tonight's event was for job purposes. It didn't take him long to find the black elevator, as it was sitting just beyond the V.I.P. offices that he had entered earlier. Upon stepping towards the elevator, a man and a woman brushed past him, nearly tripping him. They didn't say anything after walking past him. As his eyes turned back to the elevator, two black men stepped in front of him. One was wearing an all white suit with a double breasted coat and tie while the other man had a cheaper black jacket covering a muscular built body that was visible from a white T-shirt. The man in the white suit turned and spoke to his companion.
"Remember what I said. You fuck this up, our asses gonna get grassed. You feel me?"
"Yeah, I feel you."
"Make sure you do."
After the small exchange of words, one of them pushed the button to call the elevator. Seth stood behind them waiting for the doors to come sliding open. Both of the men were taller than him. The man in the suit had his hair braided in cornrows and with visible diamond studs in both ears. Seth didn't utter a word to them when the elevator 'ding' was heard and the doors came sliding open. He joined them, stepping into the elevator. One of the men pushed the button to head down stairs. The elevator itself was black tinted with only three buttons on the control. It was apparent that the elevator served only one purpose to go down below into the V.I.P. area and back up. Seth couldn't help but anticipate this moment, as he had been so curious to learn what awaited him in this section of the mega-resort. After a few minutes of waiting, the elevator came to a halt and the doors opened.
"Come on, let's go."
The suit wearing man spoke to his companion again as they wasted no time stepping out of the elevator and into a short hallway. The walls were painted white and the floor was grey, completely different from anything Seth had seen from the main lobby and interior of the building. Through the passage, booming bass beats could be heard growing louder as Seth made his way down towards a door with two security guards standing in front of it. Both guards were tall, bald headed men with muscular builds visible from the short sleeves of their black shirts. He watched the two men reach into their pockets, pulling out their V.I.P. cards that they showed to the guards. Seth came to a halt and reached into his pocket. He fumbled through his wallet to grab his V.I.P. card while the large black door opened to allow the two men entry. Now it was Seth's turn to flash his V.I.P. entrance membership.
One of the guards took his card, examining it before handing it back to him and then quietly stepping aside to allow him entry. When the door opened, Seth was greeted with the loud music becoming truly audible beyond the booming bass. It was something of a slow jam song with bass and drums. The grey walls changed to a gold color upon entering the room. Seth watched as more security guards stood near the entrance beyond another door. The two black men who had entered before him were now standing up against the wall while a short security guard was frisking them for any weapons. With the card still in his hands, Seth stood there watching as the security guard pulled out a gun that was hidden on the man in the white suit. He turned around and nodded, giving up his firearm without any argument. Once they were done, the guard opened the next door, allowing them entry into the V.I.P. area. Like before, it was now Seth's turn again.
"Let's see here, you must be new cause I haven't ever seen you come through here before."
A security guards spoke while another one examined Seth's membership card. He then moved a bit where a computer terminal was set up with two monitors. Seth watched as his card was scanned through a slider for verification. A beep was heard from one of the computers, verifying his membership. He then decided to wave his arms up, preparing to be frisked to prove he had no weapons on him. The security guard handed back his card and then he was properly patted down by the other guard. It took just another minute as Seth could only patiently wait much longer to witness what the V.I.P. section of the resort had to offer. He was given the nod from the other security guard and entrance was granted. Slipping the card back into his wallet, he adjusted his jacket and then stepped through the door as it was opened for him. Once he stepped through the door, Seth's eyes marveled over the immense room before him.
The room stretched out to a massive size. There were passage ways in every corner, leading to other rooms. Many people were active in the V.I.P. section, as Seth's eyes wandered around countless people. There was a row of round white tables in one corner that seemed to be for meetings and concessions. Across the front wall was a long black bar set up with a bartender and several seats. He stepped down the stairs leading down, still glancing all around to make out what was a large room with a number of people. The music was loud, but nothing up tempo or dance-able. It seemed to be present only to set the mood for what was a party atmosphere. Without studying any individual people among the crowd, Seth stood there momentarily until a waiter in a white shirt with a red bow-tie approached him.
"Good evening, sir. Is there anything I can get for you?"
Turning around to see the waiter's smiling face, Seth was slightly startled. The man spoke again.
"Would you like a drink, sir?"
Seth nodded.
"Yeah, sure. Get me a glass of water."
"We don't supply them in glasses, sir. Would you mind it being bottled?"
"That's no problem."
"I'll bring you back a bottle of water, no problems."
After speaking, the water stepped away and then Seth decided to walk a little bit to the bar. He turned around, walking backwards for a few steps while his eyes still gazed away at the party atmosphere surrounding him. The V.I.P. of the resort was almost like a mini night club built underground, only for the most exclusive of special people. He was lucky to be here as Seth had to remind himself this was all for a job and not to go wild drinking tonight. As he stood at the bar, he caught sight of a black haired girl just down the right side of the bar. She wore a black dress hugging over a curvy body. They caught eye contact momentarily and he could see a soft smile over her face from the distance. Before he could study her appearance, the waiter approached Seth with a bottle of water over a metal tray.
"Your water, sir."
"Thank you."
He gave the waiter a smile before taking the bottle from his tray.
"Are you Mr. Dupree? Mr. Johnson has been waiting for you."
It was a surprise to Seth that the waiter knew of him. Perhaps it was Michael sending him all along. He didn't expect to made out in the crowd this quickly.
"Yes, that's me. Where can I find him?"
"I'll escort you to him. He has reserved a table awaiting your arrival."
Unscrewing the top to the water bottle, Seth took a quick drink while he followed the waiter through the crowd, leaving the bar behind him. They stepped through a number of people walking back and forth, some of them with drinks in their hands and others enjoying the light music. Off into the bottom right corner of the room sat several round tables. A few people were seated at them while there was a row of more comfortable seats arranged with black fancy cushion seats and matching black tables. Seth guessed that those tables must have been reserved for special people that were regulars every night. In the distance, there was a black man sitting at one of the tables all by himself. His hair was short in a light layer. He wore a pinstriped black suit and the gold watch over his left wrist shined from afar. Seth shifted his sight to the tables when he finally witnessed Michael's old face grinning in the middle of a table with a large goblet of wine sitting next to him. Another man sat next to Michael, sipping on a glass of whiskey.
"There he is. Have a seat, Seth. It's good to see you again."
"Good evening, Mr. Johnson. Thank you for having me here."
Seth replied upon having a seat. The old man grinned at him. He wore a navy blue colored jacket over a white shirt. The grey hairs in his beard and hair clearly represented the age of a man who had seen several decades in life.
"I want you to meet my friend here. I'm sure you're familiar with the name Rick Smith. If you're not, then you're covering the wrong sport."
In an instance, Seth's eyes widened. Rick Smith was one of the hottest names rising in the PGA Tour over the last several years. He was known as a hot shot in the golf world, nearing his thirties and taking on Rory Mcllroy in the last tournament where he finished in second place. Smith sat there in a button up dark yellow shirt, sipping on his drink as his brown eyes glanced over to Seth's face. His hair was short and black, his face cleanly shaved. The man took another look at Seth while he was greeted.
"Oh yes, it's my honor to be here and meet you. So you are my contact who has a bombshell for a story?"
Michael laughed at Seth's words.
"Rick here has a big story that he would like to break. It's something major that could reach headlines, but I doubt it's gonna do anything to change how the game is planned."
"Really? Well, what's the big scoop?"
The golfer glared into Seth's eyes before uttering only a single word in his low voice.
"Steroids."
Seth raised his eyebrows.
"Steroids in golf? That's what you've got for me?"
"Yes. I've got connections and enough evidence that I could turn the entire sport upside down. There's so much of this going on behind the scenes, it'll be a huge bombshell. You interested in doing a story with me? I wanna come clean and confess."
The older man shook his head at the reply.
"The only problem is that doping has been around for so long, it probably won't change much if it makes headlines. You're forgetting that there has been other famous golfers joke about it in the past. This ain't football or baseball where the public would be horrified to know their icons are juicing. No one cares about golf like the other major sports."
Rick ignored Michael, still looking into Seth's face as he carried on.
"The old man here might be right, but it'll muddy the waters and destroy reputations. That's all I give a shit about after what I've been through these past two months."
Something clicked in Seth's mind. This entire story and confession from the professional was motivated by some form of vengeance. He had to consider the possibility of this hurting his reputation as a journalist. What was the safest route to this story? The question lingered through Seth's brain for a few seconds before he made a decision and replied to Rick.
"That's interesting. I'd love to be the guy who breaks the story of your confession. We can start there and move on from there. Let your confession be the first story before you break the other ones."
"You're on. Just know that I'll only talk to you from this casino. We can arrange something in a few days, I'll sit down with you and give you my whole story."
"Sounds like a good plan to me."
"I'll be in touch with you, Seth. Whenever Rick here is ready, we'll call you up and arrange something tomorrow or by Wednesday."
"I like the sound of that. We'll get together for sure. I have to thank you Mr. Johnson for paying for my fees out here. It was also nice of you to pay that crazy fee to get me a V.I.P. membership to this place."
With a grin the old man starred back at Seth and nodded before replying.
"You're very welcome. I think you'll find your time here to be most worthwhile. I'm about to order some drinks, you wanna stick around with me or maybe go check out this place some more."
This was a tough question for Seth. He didn't like to deny the offer of drinks, but his curious mind had been getting the better of him since the very moment he stepped through the door leading into the V.I.P. rooms. After another few moments of consideration, he began to rise from his seat.
"I appreciate the offer Mr. Johnson, but I think I wanna go look around. I've never been to Vegas before and this place has quite the draw to it."
Just like before, the old man grinned at him before nodding.
"Very well, go enjoy yourself for the night. I'll be in touch with you."
Stepping away from the table, Seth thought to himself as he needed some time to comprehend the story he would be writing with a golfer's confession of using performance enhancing drugs. This was something completely out of his league, as he had not considered the possibility of eventually writing about steroid use in a sport. He wasn't going to turn down a confession and interview with Rick Smith. It would make him a good pay check back home when printed on the news site. Hopefully it would be enough to give him a guest spot on ESPN, something he wanted to achieve after tasting a small bit of such success. Walking back to the bar, his eyes glanced over to the side where he found the same girl standing there from before. This time she was the one surveying him with her eyes as she leaned back against the bar. Seth couldn't take his eyes off such a beautiful lady. Her black dress had straps over each shoulder, extending into a V cut which exposed a heavy amount of cleavage. Her big brown eyes looked up at him and then she spoke.
"Well, hello there. You seem to have quite the eye for me."
Her voice called out in a strong British accent before she curved her small lips into a smile. Seth bit his lower lip to prevent himself from laughing.
"Sorry, I know it's rude of me to stare."
"I'm not complaining."
She smirked to him, completely catching the man off guard. Seth didn't know what to think with such a beautiful woman like this hitting on him.
"What's your name, beautiful?"
"Demi or Demi Rose. What do you call yourself?"
"Seth. It's a pleasure to meet you, Demi."
He joined her, sitting down at one of the bar stools as she remained standing. Demi turned and looked at him, continuing on their conversation.
"I haven't seen you around here before. I guess you're new, huh?"
Seth nodded to her.
"Yes, this is my first time out in Vegas. I have a good friend to thank for getting me into this place."
"Your first time? Do you like to play cards, Seth?"
Shaking his head, he laughed.
"No, gambling isn't my kinda thing. I'm a sports journalist, came here to follow a lead on a story."
"That's nice. I'm a model. You probably have heard of me somewhere. If my name of Demi Rose don't ring a bell, my last name is Mawby. Maybe you've seen my photos around before."
"I'm sorry, I haven't heard of you before. I don't really keep up with the models or look at photos online unless it involves work."
"Oh, I see. I take it you have a wife?"
Seth laughed.
"No, I'm single actually."
Demi smirked, gazing into his eyes as she slowly shook her head.
"I think you're only saying that because you like me."
If this was her attempt to flirt with him, Seth couldn't help but break eye contact and glance down into her busty cleavage before replying.
"Nope, it's true. I haven't dated in a year or so. Would you like to dance, Demi?"
She shook her hair, flailing her long jet black hair all around.
"Dance to this boring music? No thanks. How about I show you around instead?"
With a smile, he got up from his seat at the bar stool.
"I would love that."
Demi offered her left hand, as she was the one in control of what was something of a small 'date' between them. Taking her small hand, Seth stepped forward as the curvy model led him away from the bar beginning what was a mini tour of the V.I.P. section to the resort.
"I've been coming here for a while. I did a few modelling shoots last year and my agent got me a V.I.P. membership. This place is more fun than what the games upstairs at the casino have to offer."
She spoke while Seth let go of her hand and walked behind her. His eyes glanced down, observing the thick rump of an ass on display from his view. With each step she made, her long black skirt waggled and he could witness the thickness of her body. Demi walked him through the right side of the room, where Seth caught sight of that same black man in the suit sitting at his table all alone. The man had folded his hands and appeared to be studying the room, eyes locked on him for a few seconds before Demi walked them towards a small room.
"This is the private gentleman's club."
The music had shifted upon stepping through a small hallway leading to a dim lit room. Instead of the soft low tempo beats, from outside, the sounds were now in faster paced more Hip Hop style instrumental. Beyond the darkness was the flash of red and blue neon lights from afar. With an elevated stage, his eyes could see a trio of metal stripper poles. Two black girls with slim bodies danced and worked their way around the poles. Down below the stage was a set of seats. Two older men were visible, leaning up from the seats and throwing money onto the stage. Seth raised an eyebrow before glancing back at Demi. The neon lights had brought a red hue over her gorgeous face.
"Are these girls employed by the casino to dance?"
Demi shook her head.
"Not that I'm aware of. Some girls have to pay off their gambling debts, just as long as they're V.I.P. members. I'm sure there are other reasons involved for getting up on that stage."
Seth changed the subject with his next spoken words.
"I take it that this is better music to dance to?"
He watched her face move into a large grin.
"Mmmmm, yes but I am not a stripper, dear."
Taking his hand again, Demi pulled him out of the room and they walked back into the main large room. Seth let go of her hand as she marched him to the small hallway on the opposite side of the room. They stopped in the hall as the room appeared to be lit up with a large table inside. Three tall men in suits stood around while a balding large man in a grey suit sat at the table smoking a cigar. Demi didn't step foot in there, so Seth stopped in his tracks. From where he was standing, he could see the two man he had witnessed earlier in the elevator sitting at the table having a discussion with the man.
"You can't go in there, so remember not to wander around in there. That's the business room for Big Joey and his people. No one is allowed in there except them."
Through curiosity, Seth dropped the subject and turned to walk away.
"I don't think I'd want to go in there anyway."
Demi looked back at him momentarily before they turned around to step back into the room. She carried on speaking.
"Trust me, you don't."
Coming a stop, Seth smiled at her and pulled at her hand.
"You know, I'd rather leave this place and go somewhere with you. For whatever special people come here, I think I found the right one tonight."
Seth smirked while gently squeezing her hand. Demi nodded at him, taking in his advance for some flirtatious action.
"Well, I knew the minute I saw you, that you were an interesting man. You're quite handsome too, but it's something else that pulled you to me. I'd like to learn more about you, Seth. I'm sure you would love to tell me about yourself if we went someplace more private."
An inviting smile remained over her lips. All he could do was raise his eyebrows as the voluptuous beauty spoke again.
"How about we ditch this place and go back to my room? We can talk about...other things."
She paused for a bit as the tone in her voice had changed to a more seductive call. Seth watched her bite down on her lower lip and then he nodded before replying.
"That sounds like a good idea, babe."
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