The Nightlife: Las Vegas (The Nightlife Series) by Travis Luedke

conversation as she tried talking
her way out of it.
    “I am sure you don’t need me for the entire night, are you
feeling unsatisfied?”  She flashed her eyes in challenge, willing Kramer to
acknowledge the truth.
    “I’m fabulous, thank you very much.”  Kramer kissed her in expression
of his gratitude.  “I would like a chance to get better acquainted.  Perhaps we
could have a couple drinks and go dancing?  I can get us into the Flamingo
VIP.  We wouldn’t have to wait in line like everyone else.  I know the manager,
Kino.  He’ll let us in immediately.”
    “ Excusez moi ,
I have plans tonight.  Maybe another time.  You have my cell?  You can send me
a text?  Oui ? ”  She
didn’t intend to ever meet him alone again.  He’d gone total stalker, way too
creepy-needy.
    She saw it all the time.  Kramer exhibited the classic
signs.  First the possessive body language, followed by demands for her time. 
Occasionally men would go so far as to beg and plead.  Offers of wealth and
extravagant vacations were not uncommon.  It was a credit to her control and
respect for human life that she denied them.  Though they wanted her bite,
attention and affections, in the end she brought them only death.
     
    * * * *
     
    Aaron emerged from the elevator into the hallway and headed
straight for the door of Michelle and Kramer’s room banging loudly.  As
security cameras tracked his every movement, Kramer’s assistants noted Aaron’s
destination and sent two security guards on an intercept.  Everyone in Kramer’s
office knew he was not to be disturbed while entertaining guests in his room.
     
    * * * *
     
    “Look, we’ve had some fun here.  All I’m suggesting is we
have a little more fun together, a night out on the town.”  Kramer repeatedly
failed to charm Michelle into spending the night.  He had begun to show some
irritation.
    Aaron watched Kramer become progressively more insistent,
less smooth and patient.  Upon hearing the unexpected banging at the door,
Kramer’s irritation flared to full blown anger.
    “Who the hell is that?”
    Aaron waited a couple seconds and then slammed the door once
more BANG BANG BANG.  He knew Kramer was coming to the door, and he sensed
Michelle’s relief at his arrival.  He’d provided her an easy out.  She could
walk away gracefully without getting violent, without revealing more of herself
than was prudent.
    Kramer finally answered the door frowning heavily, looking
regal in his monogrammed silk robe.  His frown deepened to a scowl as he found
Aaron to be the source of interruption. 
    “I don’t know how you found my room, but I’m gonna have to
ask you to leave immediately.”
    Kramer’s tenuous grip of the situation had slipped away. 
Security guards arrived in the nick of time, reestablishing his control and
authority, or so he thought.
    “Sir, is this man bothering you?”  A six foot, three hundred
pound Samoan with a neck as thick as Aaron’s waist inserted himself in between
Aaron and Kramer at the entry to the hotel room.
    Aaron answered quickly, trying to avoid the impending
violence he felt coming.  “I’m only here to escort the lady.  She was just
leaving.  We’re not looking for problems.”
    Michelle stepped toward the door, Kramer blocked her. “One
minute here, we’re not done yet!”  Kramer’s eyes flashed with aggression.  He
was back in control and flexing his muscles of authority.
    Kramer addressed the bull Samoan, “You can take Mr. Pilan
with you.  I’m aware of the problem with him at the tables.  He’s needed for
questioning.”
    Kramer had gone too far.  Aaron growled a warning, “Don’t
touch me!”
    With Kramer’s edict, a second security officer arriving on
scene moved in from the other side.  A good ole boy, two hundred twenty pound
ex-marine, fresh out of the service.  Both guards flanked Aaron.  The predator
kicked into gear, assessing the thought patterns and intentions of all