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THE LAS VEGAS CAPER (Declan Brand)


THE LAS VEGAS CAPER by Declan Brand

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Bob 'Flash' Fanelli is in action once again as he is hired to grab and train a very special girl from the heart of a Las Vegas Casino.

The job is dangerous, and the girl doesn't seem worth the trouble, until Fanelli awakens her suppressed self and teaches her just what a woman, and a slave girl, really feels.

The only problem is that his client wants to use the girl as a tool to influence a crooked cop, and he doesn't care what kind of agonies she has to go through to fulfill his plans.

Product type: EBook    Published by: Fiction4All    Published: 3 / 2017

No. words: 38700

Style: Male Dom - M/F, Bondage/BDSM Thrillers

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Excerpt

PROLOGUE

Joey Bellini yawned and scratched himself as he slowly came to consciousness. Gotta have a look at those new slots today, he reminded himself. They’ve been paying off too much...
He sat up and reached for his phone—and found himself looking at a naked woman sprawled on the bottom right side of his Emperor-sized bed.
Forgot about her. He yawned again as he thought about what she was doing there, then: Might as well let her to take the edge off...
“Hey!” Belini nudged her with his right foot as he searched for, and did not find, a name. “Girl!”
The woman, an attractive enough blonde, slowly opened her eyes, which widened as she remembered where she was.
“Mr. Belini!” She blurted. “I’m so sorry! I didn’t mean to fall asleep, it’s just that...”
“Forget about it,” Bellini stretched again, and kicked the blanket off his naked lower half... “Just hurry up and get your ass up here.” He smiled. “And use that tongue of yours to get me a little bit harder!”
He watched the young woman’s eyes wander to his hard-on before she smiled and crawled from her spot on the foot of the bed to him, doing her best to look sexy as she did so. When her head reached his crotch, she bent over and began fellating him with all the strength and skill she possessed.
Which was considerable.
Joey Belini lay back as his dick began to extend and harden even further.
“That’s right”, he told her. “Keep that tongue going! Get me ready...”
The girl redoubled her efforts, licking and sucking until he was rock-hard, a little too ready.
She swallowed quickly when he came, then backed off and looked at him. “Was that all right, Mr. Bellini?”
“Not too bad,” he answered, reaching out and running a hand over her slightly sweaty cheek. “Not great but not terrible...”
“Mr. Belini...”
“Shut up,” he cut her off, closing his fingers in her hair and dragging her back toward him. “I don’t want to talk now, I just want you to clean me off!”
“Yes sir!” She bent over and began cleaning the last of his cum with her tongue and lips. “Is this all right, sir?”
“Hurry up!” Belini smiled. “I don’t have all day and I don’t want to have to tell Fat Tony that you were slacking off.”
The girl blanched and licked harder, her eyes darting from point to point in his crotch as she searched for any drop she might have missed.
Fat Tony says she’s his best, Belini shook his head. But she’s not nearly as good as that slave I bought from the cop, Belini told himself. I should have kept that one...
The girl was licking at his balls now, anxious to get every bit of him clean. Bellini smiled and grabbed her ass, quickly working his fingers into her cunt and searching for her clit.
He found it quickly, and trapped it between finger and thumb.
The girl gasped at his touch and spasmed, responding quickly to his touch. Her orgasm ripped through and she threw her head back in ecstasy for a long second before collapsing nervelessly across his lower body.
“I said to clean me off!” Belini grabbed a fistful of her hair and glared at her. “Not pleasure yourself!” He pushed her away. “Get out of here before I get angry!”
The girl gasped. “I’m sorry, Mr. Belini!” She dropped to all fours and ran a tongue over his penis. “Please let me apologize!”
“All right,” Joey Belini lay back in his bed. “Go ahead.” He hid a smile. “And you’d better make it good.”
“I will,” he felt her mouth close around him. “I promise,” she began a slow up and down movement, her tongue working hard. “I promise,” she muttered in a muffled tone.”

Chapter 1

“How was she?” Gino Gonda, Belini’s current ‘executive assistant’ asked after escorting the girl from his boss’s penthouse.
“She tried her best,” Belini told him, pouring a cup of coffee. “But she really wasn’t that great a fuck.”
“Shall I tell Fat Tony to get rid of her?” Gonda frowned. “Maybe ship her off to one of our places in Hong Kong or Singapore?”
“I don’t think we need to do anything like that,” Belini shook his head. “Like I said, she tried her best.” He smiled. “She’s just not in the same league as those girls we got from the Cop and his partner.” Belini sipped his coffee and looked at the other man. “You know, the Slaves he trained. They were much better.”
“You want to get them back?” Gonda hid a frown; one of the slave girls was now gracing his bed, a gift from his boss. “Should I find out where they are?”
“No,” Belini shook his head. “I don’t want the same girls, I want a new one, a very special one.” He took some more coffee. “There was this bitch I stumbled across a couple of weeks ago...” He finished his cup. “She would be very handy to have around...” He looked at Gonda. “Yeah, I think we’ll work out a way to get her.” He looked at his enforcer. “But I don’t want you or any of your boys to get involved with the pickup,” he smiled. “Might piss off some of our friends, you know?” He finished his coffee. ““Let’s use our expert.” He nodded at the thought. “Yeah, go ahead and make contact with our friend, the Cop, you know, Bob Fanelli, tell him I want to talk.”
Gonda looked at his watch. “He’ll be on duty now...”
“Makes it that much easier,” Bellini smiled. “Just speed past him and let him give you a ticket!”

***

Robert ‘Flash’ Fanelli puffed on a camel as he scanned his stretch of road. He had the seniority to ask for, and receive, a desk job--but he much preferred spending his days on the force pulling over speeders and drunks. It was way more fun than doing paperwork...
He was thinking about the ‘fun’ part when a black Escalade blew past him doing nearly ninety.
First customer of the day, Fanelli thought as he popped the lights and turned on the siren. Hope it’s something good!
He guided his patrol car out of its hiding place behind one of the countless Casino advertisements and hit the gas, I might have to call this one in, he thought. As fast as he’s going, it’s gonna be tough to catch up!
The Escalade was more than a mile in front of him, barely in sight.
Until his brake lights flashed on.
Damn! Bastard is slowing down! I guess he saw me and figured it was better to give up than run away. He shook his head. Kind of strange, I’d better be on my guard...
It didn’t take long to catch up to the other car and pull it to the side of the road. Fanelli was about to run the license plate when he saw the driver’s face in his rear view mirror.
Shit! He popped the driver’s side door and stepped out. I wonder what he wants!
“Officer...” Gino Gonda smiled when he saw the stripes on Fanelli’s shoulder. “Sergeant Fanelli!” His smile widened. “I’m surprised that you’re still at the same old stand now that you’ve been promoted.”
“What do you want, Gonda.” Fanelli looked around. “You know I shouldn’t be seen with you.”
“No sweat,” the big Mobster smiled. “Give me a ticket while we talk.” He raised an eyebrow. “That’s your job, right? You can’t get in trouble for that!”
“You know your boss will just get it thrown out,” Fanelli sighed but pulled out his ticket book. “So spill, what’s this about?”
“Mr. Belini would like to see you.” Gonda spread his hands. “At your earliest convenience.”
“And what does Mr. Belini want?”
“I believe he has a proposition for you.” Gonda’s grin widened. “Something to do with a girl he saw.”
“He wants me to do his dirty work again?”
Gonda glanced at a passing car. “It is what you do,” he watched a tourist drive by. “Now give me the ticket, I promise I’ll pay the fine like a good little boy.”
“That car’s not hot, is it?”
“Nope. It’s my car, properly paid for and registered.”
“Okay,” Fanelli finished writing up the citation. “Tell Belini that I’ll come when I get off shift.” He signed the bottom of the form and tore it out of his book. “And tell him that if I’m going that far out of my way, I expect him to have a nice dinner for me.” He handed the ticket to Gonda.
“Dinner it will be.” Gonda smiled as he took the citation. “Steak and potatoes?”
“Filet Mignon and risotto!”
“You have good taste for a cop.” Gonda saluted. “I’ll make sure your dinner is waiting when you arrive.”
“Yeah, you do that.” Fanelli took a step back and gestured toward the road. “Now get out of here!”
“Yes sir, Sgt. Fanelli.” Gonda chuckled. “Yes sir!”

***

“So here’s my problem,” Belini said to Fanelli once the two of them had disposed of an excellent steak dinner. “I don’t have any problem getting it up,” he gave a sly smile. “But the girls I get it up with seem to have problems pleasuring me before they pleasure themselves.”
“I did sell you a couple of trained slaves...”
“You did,” Belini nodded. “And they did a wonderful job of keeping me happy.” He sighed. “Unfortunately, I decided that they would make good gifts to...” He shook his head. “Let’s say they were gifts to associates who have performed special tasks in a noteworthy way.”
“I see.” Fanelli took a sip of the coffee that had just been poured. “So you want to buy more girls?”
“I want to buy one girl, one very specific girl.”
“One special girl.” It was Fanelli’s turn to sigh. “Who, I suppose, I’m supposed to grab and train for you?”
“You guessed it.”
“Why can’t your people do the grab? Why does it have to be me?”
“It’s political thing.” Belini pulled out a piece of slick paper and pushed it toward Fanelli. “You see, she works for one of my competitors...”
Fanelli looked at the paper; it had been cut from the kind of Visitor’s Magazine that was placed in every room of every hotel in Las Vegas.
Fanelli held the paper up toward Bellini, pointing at the city. “I thought you guys ran everything there?”
“I said it was a competitor.” Belini leaned back in his chair. “That’s an advertisement for the Rio, I don’t really have any friends there...”
“Who’s the girl?”
“She works at their spa, I met her when I went to a...” He glanced at Fanelli and shrugged. “Call it a Convention.”
“So the Families had a meeting at the Rio...”
“I didn’t say that.” Bellini lifted his own coffee cup. “But I met the girl, her name is Justine by the way, while I was at the hotel.” He took a sip. “She’s good looking as you can see, but there was something about her that I found very attractive.”
“You couldn’t get into her pants while you were at the hotel?”
“She’s not in that side of the business,” Belini took another sip. “And, as I said, I don’t have any friends there who could’ve helped me out.”
“So you want me to grab her for you.” Fanelli emptied his coffee cup. “What’s in it for me?”
“What do you want?” Belini leaned forward. “I’ll pay any reasonable sum...”
“I’ll have to talk this over with my partner, see what he thinks.”
“Do that,” Belini spread his hands. “But please do this for me.” He looked into Fanelli’s eyes. “Please.”


Author Information

Started as a writer for the long-defunct HOM brand in the United States. Spent time as a film writer/editor, a novelist, and an educator.
Now dabbling in this and that--and writing about my long love of bondage and discipline

 

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