The Vegas Virgin, Part 20: More Deadly Sins

Today, what you've all been waiting for: The reappearance of Father
Corey !

Breena is going to take a break after this episode. Although I've
already finished the next two chapters, I'll be on the road for two
nights and won't be able to post. So the next installment will
probably arrive Saturday.

Enjoy !


Part 20

Disclaimer: Parental guidance suggested. This chapter is rated R.

They drove back to the Palms, and Breena checked her list: Sloth,
Wrath, Envy, Pride and Lust. "I'm certainly ready for Sloth", she
proclaimed. Malt suggested several times that Lust might be the better
choice at this point, but she just laughed. "Let's leave that for
laterrr, tigerrr", she growled. She was torn whether she should use
the giant Jacuzzi in her suite or stay at the pool, but chose the
latter, because 1) she hadn't had much pool time lately and 2) she
didn't trust Malt to behave in her suite while she was Slothing (if
this isn't a word, it should be). So she went to the pool, dressed in
her bright pink mini-bikini and chose a particularly appealing chair.
The pool wasn't that busy - even if it was a particularly nice day and
the pool still was mysteriously open, people weren't that fond of
pools in November.

She didn't need any wisdom by Father Corey on this one (though he
might have pointed out that this wasn't her first sin of Sloth while
in Vegas, not having used her considerable journalistic skills for
quite some time). Instead, she spread out until it was just right,
closed her eyes and forgot about the world and Malt who was lurking
nearby, much like Ace* at a Soiree. She drifted away in a sunshine and
champagne induced dream which was so pleasant it should never have
ended. But end it did.

When she woke up, the sun was always gone, and what was left was
blocked by an elder man who was pinching her perfect right upper thigh
with his fingers. It was the gentleman with the thisle-down hair, she
recognized with a start, and the pinching actually hurt quite a bit.
Malt, who might have been useful for a change, of course was nowhere
to be seen. The gentleman with the thisle-down hair said, very
quietly: "I told you not to associate with the wromng crowd. Several
times I told you". Anger welled up in Breena like a fiery fire. Her
rage burned with the passion of a thousand suns. Her hate was
uncontrolled. She felt impatient with security, with police, with the
world. She jumped up and shouted at the top of her voice (which
sounded very squeaky suddenly) "you?you bad man ! I hate you !". She
pushed him away and he crashed again a lounge chair, surprised. She
scrambled to get her stuff, squeaked once again "you bad man!" and
fled the premises. The few other guests at the pool stared in wonder,
while the man with the thistle-down hair calmly got up and told them
that this was a little argument between him and his daughter and
weren't girls stubborn at that age? Nobody really wanted to get
involved, especially not the young guy in charge of the pool, who,
judging by the amount of flaming pimples he sported, must have been
around 15.

Breena fled to her suite, thoroughly enraged now. On her perfect
thigh, an ugly bruise was forming. She quickly got an ice-cold bottle
of vodka out of the bar to cool it and poured herself a tall one while
she was at it. The first sins had been fun, she thought, but this
anger business was most definitely not. Where had Malt gone ? Wasn't
he supposed to watchher slothfulness? And what was she supposed to do
? Call the police because someone pinched her, bacause she "associated
with the wrong kind of people"?

This called for an extended Jacuzzi session, and she used the jets in
all the right places, which was extremely pleasant, but certainly
didn't qualified as Lust. Meanwhile, Malt was pounding on the door,
but she sure as hell wouldn't let him in right now, and after a while,
he gave up and went away. She checked her list on the table as she got
out of the Jacuzzi, all dripping wet and gloriously naked and checked
herslef out in the mirror. She was proud of herself, but that was no
sin, just a realistic appraisement of reality. She stood at the
window, looking down to the pool, when she suddenly saw two tiny
little people walking along the pool area. It was a lanky guide with a
cowboy hat, and a woman with flaming red hair. Breena would have
recognized that hair anywhere, from any distance. "It's her! It's
Donna! And she's stealing Walt", she howled, angry beyond belief
(especially considering that she had flirted with and almost made out
with more guys than Lindsay Lohan on a bad night since meeting Walt.
Women. Can't live with them. Pass the beernuts). She was burning with
an insatiable desire: to have the same enchanting power over Walt
this?lady obviously had, to be able to accompany him (again,
apparently) everwhere she wanted and to be able to possess that lanky
frame whenever she felt like it. The Malt-O-Matic switched itself on
again and Father Corey commented helpfully: "In Dante's Purgatory, the
sinners that had committed Envy had their eyes tied shut with wires,
so that they could not covet again". This obviously did not improve
Breena's mood much, and the machine hastily switched itself off again

She didn't know what to do. She knew better than to storm after them.
She didn't wear any clothes, and they would have been long gone before
she was able to reach the pool. She sighed mightily, had another vodka
(but mixed it with tonic tis time, because you shouldn't overdo
things) and returned to her list.

"I guess this qualified as Envy", she mumbled, and Malt shouted from
behind the still closed door "It certainly did!". - She began to
dress, clumsily but methodically (she had done it many times before,
after all) and shouted to Malt: "There's Pride and Lust left. What do
you think?". There was a pause. "Erm - you could consult Father
Corey", he said. Breena punched on the device, and Father Corey said
"Ahh - Pride. Often considered to be the original and most serious of
all the sins, although I can't quite understand why. It is considered
as a desire to be more attractive, intelligent or important than
others and to love onself more than anything else. Pride was what
caused Lucifer's Fall from Heaven, and his transformation into Satan."
That didn't help Breena much. She was aware of her attractiveness -
anyone was -, but she wasn't overly in love with herself. She typed in
"What do you suggest?". The answer came a little to rapidly. "SIN",
Father Corey declared. "SIN?", Breena asked. "Isn't that what I've
been trying to do all day ? ". "He means the SIN building, Malt
shouted through the door. He was beginning to get a bit hoarse, and
there wasn't a real reason to keep him out of the room, but Breena
enjoyed it. She was beginning to like this mean streak she was
developing. "The SIN building is West of the Strip like the Palms, but
to the South. I can take you there". Breena wasn't in the mood to
argue, and if Father Corey and Malt agreed, it might have been a good
idea to just try it.

They drove over to Polaris and W. Russell Road (there, don't say this
story isn't useful !) and parked in the vast parking space
thoughtfully provided by management. It had gotten dark an hour ago
and the palm in front of the buidling was backlit to great effect.
"What does SIN mean?", she asked, maybe a bit too late. "Sexy Intimate
Nightlife" Father Corey and Malt said in unison, and they entered the
building. Malt explained to the lady in charge that they were locals
and had arrived with their own transportation, so she let them in for
free. They entered a vast building (Breena very accurately estimated
it tobe around 40.000 square feet) and she quickly realized she was in
a strip club.

The club was well lit, the brighter light mixing with the red tones to
give the club a very warm feel which didn't feel threatening at all to
Breena. She liked the song that was being played, and swayed gently to
the rhythm. Malt took her to a comfortable couch, and they ordered
vodka martinis for an obscene amount of money. Breena watched
interestedly how the dancers moved on stage. There was a stripper
pole, of course, and they did some pretty nifty moves up there. One of
the ladies, she was African-American, did a routine that was more
acrobatical than anythign else, climbung up the pole and performing
moves that would have felt right at a gym. Still, she was very sexy.
The other patrons were busy stuffing dollar bills into g-strings, and
Malt was producing weird noises under some brunette bimbo as she was
trying to point out the acrobatic lady to him. That annoyed her to no
end.

She ordered another vodka martini, and, as Malt was smiling in a
distinctly non-intelligent way, very much doubted he would be much
help in the Lust department tonight. She went to the restroom and
checked out the merchandise on the way. These girls were pretty, but
wasn't she something else entirely? A bronzed farmgirl with just the
right mix of innocence and sexiness? Much better than any red-headed
tramp? She opened three buttons on her blouse and stormed back into
the main room. Malt was gasping as he noticed her cleavage, but she
only had eyes for the beautiful black acrobatic lady who had suddenly
appeared at her chair. "I couldn't help notice your looks earlier",
she said. "I'm Candy. Are you in for something sweet?". - You bet I
am, Breena thought and simply nodded. Candy began to move around her
expertly, showing off her acrobatic body. She presented her ample
behind and uncovered her breasts, no, she flaunted them in front of
Breena. She certainly had nothing to hide herself, a little voice
inside her said. Even as the girl was incredibly attractive, she still
was the better one, she was sure of that. Candy shook her breasts just
in front of her eyes and moved in on her lap. Breena somehow felt
encumbered by her blouse now and opened one more button. The blouse
glided to the ground noiselessly. There might be gentle readers who
have forgotten that Breena rarely wore a bra, but this author highly
doubts it at this point. The music seemed louder now, but all other
noises had stopped. The girls on the stages had stopped dancing, and
the other customers were all watching by now. The light got a little
brighter, but Breena didn't notice how Randy Shandis, the clubs owner,
worked the lighting like magic, with a deft touch. She was getting
into it, moving with the music, gyrating, with Candy. The beat got
faster, and Breena was thrusting now, along with the athletic dancer.
Candy pulled Breena out of her chair, as her skirt glided to the floor
without a sound as well, and pulled her on the stage, and another song
began, and yet another, but nobody was dancing in the club except for
the two girls. Breena couldn't believe it, but as she performed with
the girl she felt something she hadn't felt during all her trip so
far. It was Lust.

Several minutes later, she returned to her seat, a bit sheepishly,
after the thunderous applause had died down, and all the dollar bills
in large denominations had been collected. She put on her clothes
gain, and actually was thankful that Malt sent Randy Shandis away, who
wanted to book her at any price, at any condition, she would just have
to name it. As she was leaving the club with Malt, he said in a
curiously high-pitched voice "That?was?cool" and methodically checked
the remaining sins off her clipboard. Malt drove her back to the
Palms, and she felt wildly glorious. This hadn't been a bad day after
all, she thought, even with all this sinning, and she would have gone
to bed happily had she not seen a flash of red in the night on the
parking structure. She headed in that direction, ignoring the
protesting Malt, and saw that it was indeed Donna, withWalt at her
side, moving towards the main building. They were closer now, and just
as Breena wanted to confront the red-headed harlot, Donna began to
scream. It was lot louder than in the suite at the Venetia, and she
was pointing to the ground. There, in a puddle of blood, was the
lifeless body of the gentleman with the thistle-down hair.

To be continued
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