Vegas Dream

Vegas Dream

A Story by Andrew Michael Figueroa
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This is based off a dream I had after a major turn of events in my life. Of course, I added most of the dialoug. Enjoy!

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The night is young. Why go back upstairs to my room? A long day at the office deserves excitement. I went to the building down to the bottom floor: The Casino and Frolic room. I took a seat by the stage where the… entertainers danced and ordered my drink of scotch with blood.
I smiled and watched as the beautiful women shoed off their luscious bodies and sipped my drink.
"Ah Andrew. Another hard day at the office, I assume." My friend Atlas greeted me, taking a seat and helping himself to my scotch then lighting a cigarette. He offered me one and I waved it off.
I nodded. "A hard day indeed. Strange how work has become so difficult." I said, sighing.
He patted my shoulder and blew some smoke. "Ever since Michelle?" He asked.
I nodded and took a sip of my drink. "Her face comes to my mind. Did I do the right thing? Letting her go like that?" I asked.
"She was driving you mad, Andrew. Clingy, controlling, emotional… Do you really want to go back to that woman?" He asked me.
I shook my head. "No. You're right." I said.
He nodded. "Good," He said then stood, "I must get back to my wife now. She prefers if I am in a frolicking area, it should be in the bedroom with her." He grinned.
I laughed. "Get up there, you sick b*****d." I told him.
He nodded good-bye then left. I turned my attention to the dancers and quickly my eyes layed on a beautiful woman in black and red. Long dark hair, tan skin, and beautiful dark eyes.
Quickly I called her over and requested a lap dance. She gave it to me and I groaned. She was about to leave but then I grabbed her hand. Her eyes widened in fear and I smiled to reassure her I meant no harm. Still, she remained on guard.
"My name is Andrew," I introduced, "Please, I must know your name." Her hand relaxed in my own and quickly our eyes met. Her face went red and I smiled.
"Brianna. Brianna Loryn." She replied.
I nodded. "Will you be having a break anytime soon?" I asked her.
"Yes. In five minutes I will be having my thirty minute break." She told me, smiling.
I smiled back. "Will you sit and have a drink with me?" I asked. She shook her head and I frowned then nodded.
"I'd love to, however I must change into my other outfit. We can have those drinks upstairs after I finish changing though." She said, smiling.
I grinned and I held my animal instincts down. "That would be nice." I told her.
Another man called her over and she winked at me and before she could walk off, I stuffed a fifty in her panties. She blushed and smiled then went off to the other man. I finished my drink and watched her, imagining the man was I.
I loved the way she moves. It's like a perfect liquid motion. The way a desert snake moves so swift in the Sahara's sand. Her legs are perfect. I'd love to feel them wrapped around my waist as I make love to her. Those hands so small and warm. They fit perfectly in my hand. Her hair smelled of the sea, which reminded me of home so many years ago. And her eyes were a dark brown, but in the light are like a burned honey. Her skin perfectly coated with a touch of the sun. She must go to the beach often with a glow like that. Those lips... So small yet soft.
This Brianna girl... She is full of outer beauty. I sensed an emotional disturbance and due to my respect for woman I do not know, I stayed out of her mind. It was difficult because my animal instincts kept sensing a disturbance. I have to ignore this feeling until it's a for sure thing. No more stupid mistakes.
"If the handsome gentlemen still wishes a short evening with me, it's best he learn to catch up." I suddenly heard Brianna tell me in a playful manner.
I smiled and stood. "Is that so?" I asked.
She smiled then took off running and I grinned and quickly caught up to her. I almost pounced on her, both my night creature and animal side's habit during a chase; luckily I was able to hold back. She was amazed at my speed and I couldn't help but grin. We stopped at a room the second to last floor and she smiled at me.
The door was gold, like the other doors but large and double door while the rest were single. We entered and I was amazed at to find the pent house, or so I thought. Slightly smaller then the penthouse.
"Very nice. Almost as large as mine." I said chuckling.
She raised a brow. "Is that so?"
"It surprises me that you do not recognize my name. Andrew Figueroa." I told her.
A smile crept her face. "The name did cross my mind. But a gentlemen who donates as much money to this business as Mr. Figueroa, I had assumed you were so much older." She told me, a light blush coming over her face.
I chuckled. "And what do you see now that you know?" I asked playfully.
She smiled. "I see a handsome young man, very wealthy also. You are charming and kind, in fact. However, I see a dark side in your eyes. The way you speak to me... You want to know more about me." She evaluated.
I raised a brow and took the liberty to read her mind. She was not after my money. She indeed finds an interest in me. I can move further. I sighed with relief.
"Yes." I responded.
She smiled and turned around and removed a few pieces of her outfit. All that was left were her undergarments. A shiver went down my spine.
"Would you like a drink?" She asked me and I nodded. She came back with two glasses of white wine. "I hope you don't mind. It's all I have because it's the only thing I prefer to drink."
I smiled and nodded. "Fine by me." I raised my glass and smiled. "Cheers to the beautiful Brianna Loryn."
She blushed a bit and I smiled. "And cheers to the handsome and charming Andrew Figueroa." She added.
I smiled and we clinked our glasses together. Conversation struck us. I learned much about her. She is an entertainer here to help pay for law school. She's a poet and an amazing vocalist. She seemed to be hiding something though.
Very soon the wine hit us and we began kissing. Nothing more then deep soft kisses. She rolled on top of me and I rolled us over and she wrapped her arms around my neck. I pulled away and smiled.
"Any other gentlemen would have had his way with me by now. Why not you?" She asked me, panting slightly.
I chuckled. "Those other men were not gentlemen. A true gentlemen would notice the fear in your eyes." I told her, caressing her cheek. "You must relax. I will not harm you." I sat up and she sat up as well then wrapped her arms around herself. "What is it?" I asked, full of concern.
"I could work anywhere else to pay for law school." She told me.
I put a hand to her shoulder. "Then quit. You have many talents. You can work anywhere." I told her.
She shook her head. "It's much more complicated then that." She told me quietly.
I nodded. "Whatever it may be, I'm sure you will over come it." I told her.
She sighed then looked up to me and gave me a soft kiss on the cheek. "You are truly a gentlemen. Thank you. I must get back downstairs and continue. I have... clients waiting for me." She told me then escorted me out. She was about to close the door but then I put my foot in the way to stop it.
"Tomorrow night at Le Poisson... seven-thirty?" I asked.
She smiled and nodded. "Gladly." She told me and I smiled.
"I'll pick you up here." I told her.
She nodded and I noticed tears forming in her eyes but before I could ask, she shut the door and locked it.
I sighed then went upstairs for the night and had a nice glass of pure blood before I took daily slumber.

I awoke a quarter to seven. I bathed then dressed my best. My usual tuxedo wear since I had nothing more appropriate for this evening. I looked over to my dresser where my two guns and dagger rested. Gifts from a distant ancestor, my grandmother Illiana told me. The silver gun Avin has rapid firing and amazingly quick drawbacks. The other gun of black steel, Miles, perfect comfort and accuracy and was modified for long distance shooting. The dagger is named Aiden. Sharper then a samurai's katana yet safe enough for a child to play with. When damage is dealt by this demonic blade, it releases a poison that can kill even the most powerful creatures. I tucked them in my coat then slicked my hair back and left to go meet up with my date.
I knocked on the door and waited. I heard struggling so I quickly knocked down the door and my eyes widened. Eight men stood there with their lengths out all taking turns with Brianna. One held her arms down, another had himself in her mouth, a third took her by the anal parts and a fourth had his way with her in her sex. They alternated and when they saw me, they stopped and let her go. One bound her to her bed with ropes to keep her from escaping.
Anger went through me. I absolutely despise men who take advantage of woman like this. Out of anger and fear to expose myself, I pulled out my gun and shot the men one by one until they all moaned and groaned in pain on the ground. I shot them wherever I could, making sure none were killed. I went to Brianna and released her from the ropes using Aiden.
She cried in my arms and I comforted her until authorities arrived. The men were all taken to a hospital and Brianna went to get some help.
Turned out those men were the owners of the club. When word went around of what they had done, business went down. I bought the club to keep it alive. Many people live in this building, including myself. Soon business boomed and we were all able to keep our homes. I went on my date with Brianna and many dates after that, fell in love her then we were married.

© 2011 Andrew Michael Figueroa


Author's Note

Andrew Michael Figueroa
Excuse the quick ending. I might edit it to make it less... lame soon.

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Andrew Michael Figueroa
Andrew Michael Figueroa

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I'm laied back. I love to write romance stories. In fact, everything I write is romance. Infact, most of it is tragic romance and the occasional happy endings. I write all types of love. Perhaps that'.. more..

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