CHAPTER FOUR
Been Jammin' is down the strip from the Excalibur. When I pull in, I drive under the canopy and wait my turn for valet parking. An older man takes my information, then takes my car. When I enter the building, I notice several things. One, like all the other casinos, there are a lot of people coming and going, but unlike the others, there isn’t a hotel associated with it. When you enter Been Jammin', you step immediately into the casino area and the sounds of the slot machines hit you. They have their own distinct music. Each time I hear it, I know I’m home.
I find the sign that says Gentleman’s Club and I head that way, taking my time and enjoy my stroll. Deeper into the casino, I hear "Wheel of Fortune" and the click, click, click of a simulated wheel turning, then someone squeals.They’ve hit the jackpot.Passing the gambling tables, I stop and take my time to study the limits and dealers. Walking around the whole area knowing if I’m going to play, I want to find the right fit. I need to find a dealer who is engaging the table. Most of the dealers are stiff and polite, but across the area, I can see a crowd around one so I head that way. When I get close enough, I stop and observe a red head in a tight, black corset withoverflowing tits, plump buttocks and a full table of gamblers. She is laughing and as she deals the whole table cheers. People are stopping to watch.She’s the one. I’ll come back to her table.
Turning away, I locate again the sign that points to the Gentleman’s Club. I pass several stores selling merchandise. When I pass the Steakhouse Restaurant, the aroma smells good, and I decide to eat breakfast there.
I take my phone out and text Maria. *Better make our date lunch.*
*Okay. :(*
I smile at the phone and return it to my pocket.She’s the best.Just past the restaurant, there is construction going on, and the path narrows. Walking along it, I notice there aren’t any signs on the wall saying what is being built and I wonder if it is to accommodate the Fucking Fantasy expansion.
When the path opens up, I have arrived at the Gentleman’s Club. The atmosphere is set with a small patio style area outside the triple set of entrance doors. Cocktail tables with simple straight back chairs are placed inside the railing and waitresses clad in nothing more that pasties and G-strings comb the area serving drinks. It’s packed and the sound of conversations buzz over the piped music from inside. At the gate in the railing, there are two hostesses at the podium. I walk over and they greet me with pleasant smiles. "Good evening, Sir. How may we serve you?"
"Good evening, ladies. I’m looking for Beverly."
"She’s inside. Is she expecting you?"
"Later in the evening."
"I can text her someone is waiting to see her if you like?"
"Thank you."
"Sure." She takes her phone. "Who may say is here?"
"Aurelius Moore."
Her eyebrows flinch, telling me she wasn’t expecting Aurelius, then she begins texting. The other hostess asks me. "May we offer you a drink while you wait?"
"That would be nice. I’ll have Crown neat, please."
She also takes her phone and sends a text.
"Beverly will be right out."
I nod and step back to let another patron approach. While I wait, I examine the banners hanging from the rafters over the area. All of them are advertising a dancer named Surreal, but they appear to be of Brittney Spears, Jennifer Lopez, Katy Perry and other performers. In the center is the only one that has an unknown dancer. She has black and gold hair and her face is covered by a bejeweled Mardi Gras mask. The banner shows her gripping a stripper pole at her pussy and doing a full split on it. Her arms are pushing her big tits out of an open heart-shaped hole.Hmm. Her body is fucking hot! I thought Kip said Seary was the headliner, but this girl is definitely the star attraction.
When I turn back to the hostess podium to ask, I almost knock my drink out of the hands of a nice-looking woman dressed in a red sequined gown. My reflexes catch the drink and stabilize it in her hands. She is unfazed, smiling and introduces herself. "Mr. Moore, I’m Beverly. Welcome to Been Jammin'. How may I assist you?"
"I’m going to gamble at table #56. I would appreciate a call when my party arrives."
"Certainly. I will see to it personally. Have you enjoyed our tables before?"
"No. I can’t say that I have."
"Well, allow me to register you so you won’t have to cash out your chips."
"I appreciate that."
"This way." She turns and I follow as she steps around the patio area and enters a black side door with a key code that is next to invisible to the naked, untrained eye. We step into a plush hallway with doors leading off each side. A showgirl enters with an older gentleman in tow. She escorts him into one of the side doors and closes it. Beverly explains. "This area is reserved for our VIP members. I would be happy to schedule you a tour. My office is right here." She opens the door and waves me inside.
I enter to find a large office with a desk at one end, and a couch and two sitting chairs framing a coffee table at the other. There are autographed pictures of her with a who’s who of icons in the entertainment industry. The celebrities vary from Wayne Newton to Justin Bieber. I step up to the wall and begin scanning all the pictures. While she walks to her desk, takes the laptop off, and goes to sit on to the couch. "Let’s get you hooked up."
I smile at her words, then dig my money clip out of my pocket, unwrap the credit card and hand it to her with a smile.
She smiles back, closes her computer, stands and takes the card, then walks back to her desk while I sit down, and enjoy the drink she brought me. I ask her the questions I have while I watch her scan it, knowing it will answer all her questions.
