Our transition from Hollywood back to Sin City was smooth enough that it didn’t make any late edition headline or boring obituary entry in California, or in any rudderless rag back in Nevada. In these dangerous days of gangland warfare, no news was good news wherever we parked our asses when the Sun was doing a Houdini on the Pacific horizon.

Ramon was heartbroken about splitting with his pretty-lipped Lesbian neighbor lady and I could empathize with his strange relationship derby. It gave me a pain in the ass just thinking about the incongruity of their twisted ties behind a closed bedroom door.

A pair of muscle-bound L.A. detectives cornered me waiting for the elevator at the lawyer’s office and I pretended to be happy to see them, like we were ass-hole buddies re-united after a long sojourn in some limbo of boring inactivity. They knew I was a fucking liar and I think even a casual observer could tell I was a double-dealing prick.

Inside the elevator, they worked me over with their brass knuckles and leather-covered saps using expert maximum leverage in dishing out pain with minimal visible damage. Those L.A. cops were highly skilled in that area not at all like the Vegas fuzz with their heavy-handed interrogation techniques. Their Captain would have been proud to watch them at work in close quarters holding me up and not allowing me to fall to the elevator floor and possibly breaking a leg or an arm in the process.

The lawyer in the office next door gave us the once over with a knowing legal mind and was sharp enough to keep her pretty mouth shut as she searched in her humongous joke of a purse for her office key to start the day off with a bang minus the bullets. I had never made a move on her despite her hot look of a redhead in obvious heat for my out-of-town available maleness right next door. My secretary was young enough and pretty enough to keep up a pretense of being my bend-over girl as well as my right-hand man, but I skipped over her as well because I had been burnt with two strikes on the books already caught slipping the proverbial salami to the staff whilst on duty. One thing I vowed to avoid was to strike out in some shameful antics with the hired help in headlines that drew attention to my incognito status in tinsel town.

I was sitting in my chair behind my cluttered desk when Ramon and a couple of the boys finally wandered in to find me in La-La Land dialing the panic line for locating his ass and get me some medical assistance. The lawyer lady from next door pushed right past them to hold my willing head in the center of her generous sized boobs, soothing the pain from my fractured eyes with the magic of promised pussy to revive my interest in continuing my span of existence on our troubled planet. I have to confess that I allowed my free hand to wander down from her frilly blouse to her tightly fitted skirt protecting her feminine flanks from male interference that might involve either inquisitive fingers or a fanciful hardened shaft of enlightenment. In my weakened condition, I was easy prey for her web of female deviousness and I was so lacking in any desire to keep my defensive shields up that I probably assisted her ministrations by drooling all over her Ta-tas like a schoolboy with an obsession for sipping on mama’s milk.

The redheaded lady lawyer was a native Californian by the name of Crystal Cummings and I could literally inhale the scent of her male-seeking heat under that mesmerizing blouse with no hint of a restraining bra’s presence at all in any direction. My hand on her ass was burning with desire and I knew my erection was ample evidence of my heterosexual leanings in matters of sexual preference. If it were not for the presence of Ramon and the other employees, I would have nailed her on top of my desk without further delay.

Crystal was a divorce lawyer and she retained a greatly respected divorce lawyer from Sacramento to take care of her own divorce because it is common knowledge that only a fool would try to represent themselves in a court of law. I knew we were totally compatible because she made absolutely no attempt to remove my wandering hand from her defenseless rump like any frigid bitch would do in a similar situation. I knew right away that she would be screaming my name the first time I got her skirt up above her pussy level for a swift introduction to my big boy from the East Coast.

My reaction was well-founded when I watched her close her cell phone up after I indicated there was no need to involve the police in our efforts to resolve the recent unpleasantness in the elevator and in the hallway outside my office. She was quick to catch on to my need for a low profile and that was enough to make me a fan without any reservations or reluctance to show my cards.

I was humping the redheaded Crystal right inside the doorway to her office early the next morning like we were old pals ready to give up our innermost secrets with no attempt to hide any facts at all. Fortunately, we managed to both hit the high note of a happy tingle before her secretary arrived with the morning mail.

The secretary’s name was Jasmin and she was originally from Iran. She was one of those foreigners that had the ability to blend in with suburb success.

When the need for me and the rest of the entourage to re-locate to Las Vegas without delay, Crystal invited herself to join me and I was entirely in agreement with her decision. The idea of her becoming my live-in partner both administratively and physically was perfect from my point of view. She understood the nature of my work and was willing to look the other way on those grey areas between totally legal and somewhat fast and loose.

Of course, she was on top in the middle of our circular bed right on the strip when she broached the subject of having Jasmin join us in our private suite helping us with our schedules and assisting her to reach some perfect orgasms with Jasmin working on her other end. I was more than happy to go along with the program because there was no doubt in my mind that I would find Jasmin’s beautiful ass a perfect fit for my nocturnal anal fixation.

After that first time of humping Jasmin’s fine backside right in front of my new partner Crystal, I knew there would be no problem with jealousy because Crystal was even more turned-on than yours truly with Jasmin’s ass up high and primed for heavy pounding from my inspired cock.

It turned out that Jasmin was only nineteen and was still learning the ins and outs of pleasuring a man despite her stunning appearance that gave the perception that she was a committed bad girl with a liking for kinky games that most females were fearful of even contemplating in the secrecy of their nocturnal thoughts. She confided in me that her love for all things anal stemmed from her school-time training and the many times she had to bend over to show true contrition for her sinful ways. At first, I thought she was putting me on, but after I got to know her better, I realized she was just relating her true beliefs on the subject and that she was one of those people that never told a lie no matter how much trouble she would get into just for telling the truth.

Poor Jasmin had almost no experience at all in simple things like the sucking of cocks, but she did her best to convince older gentlemen that she loved taking a long, hard dick down her slender throat and that she would be certain to swallow all donations rather than spit them out like an unwelcome guest.

I did my best to put her through her paces with getting down on her knees and putting her hands behind her head like a good little girl. She had this uncontrollable urge to wrap her pretty little fingers around any available cock in need of wet tightness from base to tip. I enjoyed spurting inside her pretty mouth because she was generous in giving up her eye contact when she was getting her tummy filled with lots of cum and she never hesitated to show me the puddle of cum that she had taken as a deposit from my bottomless well of sperm waiting to be spilled in a pretty girl’s mouth.

Eventually, Crystal’s need for constant spanking began to wear me out and I strove to find a young stud with a liking for spanking young girl’s asses. That way, I could concentrate on Jasmin’s mouth which was becoming a central focus for my oral obsession in the hours after midnight. She never tired of it and I considered myself a lucky man for finding a female with a penchant for sucking dicks, balls and even to explore the wilderness of anal delights with her inquisitive tongue.

My salvation came in the form of a popular female impersonator with just the sort of desires that matched Crystal perfectly and he filled her pretty pussy with loads of cum and exercised her heart-shaped backside with his heavy palms like a daddy giving lessons in discipline to an unruly daughter.

Salvador and Crystal was a perfect match and they ran off to Reno to work the fetish circuit in a way that earned lots of dough and furnished happy endings for every performance.

Jasmin moved in with me and informed me she was bringing her mother from another world to do our cooking and washing of clothes. She didn’t want a maid because she was afraid of a stranger carrying tales and her mom was someone she could trust with no doubts about her loyalty in sticky situations.

I sensed I was being used, but it was a good trade off from my point of view and I just relaxed and went along with the program.

Things were looking under control.

At least, until Lenny got booted out by the Russians because they felt he couldn’t be trusted.

 I had always felt the average Russki bad guy was a little short changed on the intelligence side, but, in retrospect, I had to admit I never met a comrade with a bad attitude and they all seemed to know a lot more than me when it came to playing chess.

In the long run, I had no doubt the Russians had the right read on Lenny and we should have finalized everything right then and there rather than waiting for everything to turn to shit and our only option was to flush Lenny down the tubes.