Chapter Three
The Sting
A limousine, polished to a shiny black lacquer, rests in a private corner of Las Vegas’ McCarran International Airport. The Vegas Strip shimmers like a mirage in the distance. A Learjet 60 glides through the sweltering desert heat and touches down, then taxis over to the limo. The lift gate hisses open smoothly. Toned, tanned legs in high heels exit the plane. Her perfect derriere is wrapped in a tight black mini. She walks with the brash confidence of a runway model who knows she’s being watched. Silky blonde hair catches the breeze as she approaches the car.
The driver opens the rear door for her. A suited man waits patiently. He opens a small black velvet box revealing a sparkling diamond necklace. She slithers inside. The driver closes the door and gets back in the driver’s seat. The blonde likes her gift. “Oooohh…” she purrs, as she kisses his neck and unbuttons his shirt. She slides down the suited man’s chest, kissing and biting him gently. His breathing intensifies. She licks his stomach erotically, then skillfully lifts his zipper tab with her tongue, clenches it in her teeth and unzips him. The suited man moans approval as the limo floats away.