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  “Ooh,” Brent murmurs as I lick the underside of his head.

  My lips wrap tightly under his head, and my head inches down the full length of his shaft. I bob my head as Brent wraps my long black hair around his fingers. His hand falls to my rhythm as I bob my head and suck hard on his arousal.

  I raise my hand and massage between his legs, his balls swinging inside the heat of his love sack.

  I lift my head and look into Brent’s eyes. Now it’s my turn to be pleasured. I spread my legs wider and rest my elbows on the wooden steps. Brent steps closer, holding his shaft, he flicks the head against the wet lips of my pussy and slides it just inside as I moan for him.

  “Oooh,” I let out as he looks at me with passion.

  Brent pushes his hips toward me, I feel his hard, throbbing cock sliding deeper inside me. I sigh as my body fills with insane want for my man.

  “Brent, fuck me hard,” I say.

  Brent sinks his cock to the hilt, I raise my legs and wrap them around his waist and pull him closer to me. I feel the walls of my pussy clutching at his throbbing shaft.

  “Harder, fuck me harder!”

  Brent puts his hands on my shoulders, my ass sticking to the wood of the stairs. Brent’s shaft stretches my pussy to the limit as he fills me. I take a deep breath as my breasts rise and fall, my hardened nipples tingle and sensations of pleasure flood through my body.

  “Shit. I think I am close,” Brent says as my body thrashes under his ram-rod forcefulness.

  His body smashes against mine as my legs dig into his waist. And I dig my nails into the skin of his shoulders. “Brent! I’m going to cum,” I squeal.

  Brent thrusts his hard cock deeper inside me. I feel warmth in the pit of my belly as the sensations begin to flow. My legs quiver as they grip him tightly.

  “Brent! Yes! Cum with me,” I yell.

  Brent thrusts, I feel his back arch and his body tenses. Brent breathes hard, and I feel his seed spill over into the hot depths of my quivering pussy. He thrusts again, and a third time as my pussy contracts and draws the final drops of hot cum from his iron rod.

  Brent rests his hand on the steps as he slides his dick from the depths of my spent body. I sigh with satisfaction and lower my legs from his waist.

  “Jesus Brent, that was just something else,” I say.

  “I told you the stairs would be good.”

  Brent sits on the bottom step as he breathes deeply, I rest on his shoulders and kiss him on the neck.

  “I don’t know about you, but I’m glad we don’t have a larger house,” I say.

  “And me, there would be just too many places to have sex on,” Brent replies laughing.

  I slap him on the back playfully. “I didn't mean that. I was meaning this is just the right size.”

  “Oh, I got a little confused,” he says with a giggle.

  “Brent you’re full of shit, sometimes. You knew exactly what I meant.”

  “Well, after all that, I’m sure ready to relax properly now,” he says.

  I begin to giggle. “So, you don’t want another round in bed?” I ask, teasing him.

  “I’m not sure I could.”

  “You men are all the same, one good fuck and you are ready for sleep,” I say.

  Brent looks at me and smiles. “That sounds like a perfect idea.”

  “Pure heaven!”

  “The steps to heaven can be in the most unexpected places.”

  Brent

  “Singing in the shower makes all the blues go away.”

  I wake and look at the light shining over the balcony and falling into the bedroom. It’s a nice feeling, having the fresh air wafting over the bed through the night. It’s more natural than having an air conditioner humming away all night.

  Bell rolls over and throws her arm around me. She cuddles tightly against my naked body. “What are you thinking?” Bell asks sleepily.

  “I was thinking about if Bob is going to hear anything from the councilors about the new casino that’s being built,” I reply.

  Bell sits up and rubs her eyes. “If he doesn’t hear anything, is there a way we can just guide them into a meeting with the casino owners?” she asks.

  “It’s a possibility, but it might seem unnatural. They’ve been doing this for years according to Mikey… so they can spot a setup a mile away.”“It is worth considering, all we’d have to do is get a meeting point to both sides and then gatecrash it with Drake,” Bell explains.

  “We’ll think about it, it’s not as if we are under a significant threat of time at the moment,” I say.

  Bell kisses me. “I’m going to hit the shower.”

  I watch Bell as she slips from the bed and walks to the bathroom. I feast my eyes over her hourglass hips and can just see the curve of her breasts from the side of her body.

  I rest my head on the pillow and wish we could sort this while Alex is still here. He’s much better at bluffing than me, and that’s from his poker playing. I am more of an illusionist. What the hand can’t see, the mind doesn’t know.

  I hear Bell singing in the shower, she’s a much better singer than me, but then again, most women seem to sing way better than men in general. I like opera! I would laugh at myself if I sang that.

  I roll over and close my eyes. I wake with a start as cold water drips on me. “Come on sleepy head, time to get up,” Bell says as water drips off her wet hair.

  Bell pulls on my arm and drags me to my feet. I stumble toward the shower. Bell has left the water running, so there is no icy blast waiting for me as I step inside

  I tilt my head back and let the hard jets of water shoot into my face. Sleepiness begins to slowly vanish, and I feel fresher. Much fresher. I walk from the shower wrapped in a towel. Bell stands in her bra and panties and is just slipping into her jeans. I am still amazed how we’ve ended up together. It was by chance how we met, but I’m sure there was fate involved, somewhere. I would have met her at some point in the quest for the club.

  “What are we doing today?” Bell asks.

  “First stop, we need to check with Bob and also with Mikey to see if there’s any update on these officials,” I reply.

  “And then?” she asks.

  Bell pulls on her t-shirt and begins brushing her long black hair. She has the longest hair I’ve ever seen on a person. Another month or so and I reckon it will cover her ass. We can’t have that though, I like looking at her ass.

  “We need to see Alex before he goes. He’s going back to the island anytime soon, and we have to make sure everything is ready for the final stages in the club.”

  “I think we should have a drive down to where that new casino is being built, you never know what we might hear.” Bell smiles.

  “We can do that on the way to see Alex, maybe just stop off for thirty minutes or something,” I say.

  I pull on my jeans and throw on a shirt. Bell steps close and fastens the buttons for me. “Did you ever imagine this?”

  “Imagine what? Do you mean being with you, or the club?” I ask.

  “Both really, I’m sure one wouldn’t have happened without the other,” she replies.

  “I think you’re right, and no, I would never have dreamed of this in a million years. I hadn’t seen past being a dealer, to be honest.”

  “Well thank your lucky stars that you got drawn into all this, you have had your life changed,” she says.

  “It’s improved beyond my wildest dreams.” I smile at her gorgeous face.

  “You want breakfast here, or do you want to grab something when we’re out?” Bell asks.

  “Let’s make it a double-date, there might be something close to that construction site. We won’t waste time then, and we might appear to be a little more natural than two people snooping around asking questions.”“Good idea, now move your ass and let’s get downstairs and see Bob,” Bell says as she finishes buttoning the last button.

  She stands on her tiptoes and kisses me on the lips. “What was that in a
id of?” I ask, smiling.

  “It was for… just because I can.” Bell spins around, her long hair flicks me as it flows out behind her.

  “How long have you been growing your hair like that?’ I ask.

  “Since I was about eighteen, I think.”

  “You will need the ends cut soon, or it’ll be covering that beautiful ass of yours,” I say slapping her butt.

  Bell wiggles her ass playfully at me as she walks to the bedroom door. “We can’t have that now, can we?”

  I close the door behind me as we step into the courtyard. The large shutter door is wide open, and workmen have just started to build the final wall. Mike, the builder, steps over a stack of bricks and walks over to us.

  “Once this is up, we can drop the shutter for the last time.” He smiles. “Then you are one hundred percent soundproofed.”

  “Has anyone mentioned when we are planning on opening?” I ask.

  “No. When are you looking at?” Mike asks.

  “Not this weekend, next weekend,” I reply.

  “We’ll be done in plenty of time. By this afternoon you can start shipping all your stocks in, and your staff can start rehearsing,” Mike explains.

  I stand and shove my hands in my pockets. “I somehow think Beau will have already taken care of all the stock side of things. I was told, he just ships truckloads in with everything we need,” I say.

  Mike nods. “Yeah, he did that, it was like a lifetime of Christmases all in one. Boxes and boxes of glasses, bottles, and anything else you can think of.”

  “What’s in store for you, after you’ve finished up here?” I ask Mike.

  “I’ve heard nothing. I could do with a rest, though. I’ve worked nonstop for nearly a year.” Mike counts on his fingers.

  “Beau sure knows how to keep you busy,” Bell says.

  “They pay is extremely good though,” Mike replies.

  “Have a vacation, a really long vacation,” Bell replies, now smiling. I know she’s thinking of us in Jamaica.

  “I might just do that,” he says.

  We turn and walk toward the office where Bob has his systems set up. He is already there with his headphones on, and working away on his computer.

  “Morning Bob,” I say. Bob pulls off his headphones. His eyes are as wide as anything.

  “Have you been asleep yet?” Bell asks.

  Bob kicks his trash bin under his desk. Energy drink cans sit there empty, and in a mountain up to the top. He shakes his head.

  “I can’t sleep.” He laughs.

  “Have you heard anything?” Bell says as she pulls a chair toward the desk.

  “I have come to the conclusion they are using burner phones to pass messages,” Bob says.

  “Can you find the numbers?” I ask.

  “Why do you think? I haven’t been asleep?” Bob says. “I’ve been cross-triangulating reference points all night.”

  “What does that mean in plain English?” Bell asks, raising a brow.

  Bob sighs. “Well… I’ve taken their locations, and then I checked for any other calls that are being made at that site. Don’t forget, I am working on a five to ten meter range here, so there can be a lot of cell phones in that area zoning.” Bob looks exhausted.

  “We know it’s not easy. You are doing great,” Bell says, urging him on.

  “So far, I have three numbers that were used to one of the other locations where their proper cell phones are located.”

  I look at Bob. “So, you’re saying you have located the burner phone numbers?” I ask.

  Bob smiles. “I have three out of four, and for some reason, even the fourth phone isn’t making any communication.”

  “Do you have a name for that person?” I ask.

  “Clint Rogers. He hasn’t used his phone for over twenty-four hours.”

  “Maybe he’s out of town,” Bell says.

  “It is a long shot. But maybe, the other three have gotten greedy?” Bob says.

  Bell smiles at Bob as she pushes the chair back under the desk. “Bob, you believe in too many conspiracy theories.”

  “You should hear about all of them in the movie and music industry,” Bob says.

  “Singing in the shower makes all the blues go away.”

  Bell

  “A horse and cart can still be transport, it’s still easier than walking.”

  It was not the most glamorous vehicle to be driving down the strip in, and I wasn’t sure Brent was the best driver to be driving down the strip.

  “You don’t drive much, do you?” I ask Brent.

  “It’s been a while, I have no real need to, or I didn’t before. Now is a bit different.”

  Brent pulls the vehicle to the side of the street. I look over my shoulder as all the hand tools start banging and falling from their positions. Brent opens the door and walks around the front of the vehicle. I slip over the shifter and slide behind the steering wheel. I was also not very used to driving a construction truck, even though it isn’t the largest. But, it still handles like a bag of crap, compared to a car.

  I start the engine and can feel the vibrations from the diesel engine. It doesn’t give the instant roar of a high-performance sports car, or to what I’m used to driving. It’s more of a rumble, like a tractor on my uncle's farm in the country.

  “What are you grinning at?” he asks.

  “I was just thinking of an old TV program,” I reply.

  “I hope it’s one that makes us look cool in an old construction truck,” Brent says.

  “The truck is better than the one on the TV show I was thinking of,” I reply.

  I pull the truck and step on the gas. I see a plume of black smoke coming from the muffler in the side mirror. Oops, don’t do that too much. A few minutes later the truck decides to respond, we are flying at (a very respectable) thirty miles per hour.

  I start to laugh. “When is Alex leaving?” I ask.

  “In a day or so, why?” Brent replies.

  “If this thing doesn’t go any faster, we might just miss him,” I say plainly.

  Brent giggles and I can see him wiping a tear from his eye.“Did we get a name of that casino that’s being built?

  “If we did, I can’t remember, but it’s going to be a huge construction site, so I don’t think we will miss it,” I say.

  We start to come to the end of the strip. Brent nudges me and points to the far side of the street. I look over and can see the site where the casino is being constructed.

  “It might be bigger, but they are no threat to our opening day,” Brent says.

  “I think it would have cost a hundred gazillion more than ours,” I reply.

  I pull across the street and turn into a side street. Construction vehicles are all over the place. I find a place to park. I pull into the space and turn off the engine. Brent climbs into the back of the vehicle and pulls out a couple of safety vests and helmets.

  “If we are going to fit in, these will help,” Brent says.

  We slip into the safety vests and step from the vehicle. I put my hair in a bun and pull on my helmet.

  “We should borrow these for when we get home?” Brent says.

  “Why?”

  “You look really sexy in that safety vest.” He laughs.

  I slap Brent on his back and push him away from the vehicle. “Is that all you can think of?” I say.

  It would be sort of kinky though, I suppose…

  We can see a lot of men walking from the site and heading up the street. Cigarettes are being lit, so it appears they are on a break. We join the throng and walk up the road.

  “Over there, those food trucks,” I say as I nod across the street.

  We walk over and join the line to be served. I listen to any chatter that might be of use. Most of the guys are just ordinary workers and are just talking about pay and long hours. Nothing out of the ordinary.

  Brent stands in front of the van and orders a couple of sandwiches and cups of coffee. I see an e
mpty table toward the back of the space that has been set aside for dining.

  “Over there,” I whisper to Brent.

  We head to the table at the rear. There are a couple of guys at the next table who appear to be dressed a little more respectable than most of the other workers.

  We sit and listen as if we are eating our breakfast. “How long is the delay?” I hear one guy say.

  “They’ve said a week. Come Monday, we have to halt work,” the second guy replies.

  “What’s the excuse this time?’ guy one asks.

  “I don’t know. You know the bosses keep that to themselves.”

  “Sorry for butting in, are you having construction delays?” I ask.

  The guys look at me. “I haven’t seen you here before?” guy one asks.

  I shake my head. “We aren’t from here. We have a construction the other end of the strip, we have been told to stop work, so we’ve come out with a few materials,” I reply.

  “It’s a pain in the ass,” guy one says.

  “Yeah. We’ve been told to stop a couple of times,” I say. “These guys in suits turn up and then we stop for a couple of days.”

  “It’s these city councilors who keep doing it. They’ve done it here. Three or four turn up and point a few fingers. They vanish with the bosses and then we are told to halt what we are doing,” guy two adds.

  “Who is the owner of this place?” I ask.

  “We heard indirectly, they are Russian,” guy one says.

  “I bet they don’t like it,” I reply.

  Brent just sits there listening and eating his breakfast. I get the feeling if he starts to speak, the guys might just stop talking.

  “Between you and us, these councilors don’t like outsiders coming into Vegas, they try and put a stop to any construction that’s not from home money, so to speak,” guy one says.

  Guy two puts his cup down. “That’s not entirely accurate. They don’t want to stop it. They want to make money from it.” Guy one looks at guy two and glares a little.