Reeve glared at the speaker that sat on the corner of his large desk. The echo of a grating click vibrated in his mind as he slammed his fist on a small red button by his hand. The speaker turned off.

  Everything in his office was tinged a light red by his fuming vision and the overall effect enraged him further. He poked at a blue button near his desk blotter and the another speaker crackled with life.

  "JESSIE!"

  "Wh ... what is it Mr. Vinn?"

  His secretary's anxiety was clear even through the static. Reeve's ire grew a another notch at the notion.

  "Tell Bart to get his his ass down to the Treasure Island right away and drag that sorry excuse for a wife of mine into my office this instant!"

  "Yes Mr. Vinn; right away sir."

  The speaker went silent and Reeve nestled back into the cool and soft leather of his large chair. The sun glistened down on the strip as he squinted through the large window behind his desk. The cubes of ice in his brandy glass jingled as he brought them to his mouth and he felt the vein running along his left temple begin to pulsate. He was so intent on his anger that he didn't even realize he had shattered the glass in his hand until the shards began to lance pain through his wrist. Blood spilled from his palm down to the imported rugs below.

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  "Thank you; we'll be expecting you shortly."

  Kim smiled as she set down the phone. It may be a little late for breakfast, but that didn't stop the kitchen from preparing special meals for those staying in one of the penthouse suites.

  She glanced over at the dormant spa near the fireplace and spotted her bikini top. The black fabric was lying on the floor a good distance form the bottoms nearby. A smile crossed her face as she sighed; she picked them both up and stuffed them into her bag. The couch she had slept on was missing a few pillows, but was still in good shape. There was a long and sturdy, wooden table resting in front of it.

  The masseuse they had hired the night before had apparently forgotten it.

  Kim walked back into the bedroom.

  The curtains were closed and a light perfume tinged the air with the scent of lavender. A large circular bed spun slowly and silently under a mirrored ceiling as it's occupant lay sleeping.

  Kim gazed at Nikki.

  Nikki was very tall and thin, what men liked to call 'leggy.' While Kim stood around 5' 3", Nikki had a tall 5' 11" petite model's body with flowing limbs and long fingers. She rested peacefully on the bed, the pale skin over her nude body glowing under the soft light. Her small breasts elevated slowly as she took deep and purposeful breaths; the nipples soft and pink.

  Kim, however, had a much larger chest than her friend. Her breasts were full and round, soft, but still proud and raised. She had a roundness to her cheeks from a healthy lifestyle, yet still had a trim figure that men found appealing. Her face had a speckling of light freckles across the tan skin and she had a nose that tended to wrinkle cutely whenever she chose to smile.

  They were both very attractive by superficial standards, even though they looked totally different from each other. They spent a good amount of time together and had been friends since junior high school. Still close now that they were both settled in their mid twenties.

  Kim ran a hand through her long brown hair and looked at Nikki's short blonde hair that curled in thin strands around her head. She was about to wake her up, but decided to let her continue with what looked like a very nice dream.

  Kim ran the tip of her finger across the bottom of Nikki's left foot and smiled as she turned to walk away.

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  A light haze of surrealism fringed the edge of Nikki's visions as she listened to the off in the distance laugh of a giddy Kimberly. They were both watching reruns of M*A*S*H* on a large cable television as they ate sauteed mushrooms off the ends of frilly toothpicks that they separated into colored piles after use. A half-empty bottle of expensive champagne waited in a chilled bucket of melting ice next to a plate of untouched broiled lobster that was surrounded by leafy, green trimming and sliced radishes.

  They were both clad in complimentary hotel-robes that displayed the Treasure Island logo on the silken lapel. Nikki lay on her stomach as she sprawled across the circular bed; she was happy she had chosen the black robe over the white one that she had left for Kim. The shower she had taken about thirty minutes before was still drying off of her damp body. Kicking her legs at the knees in rhythm, she flipped through the various channels as commercials took over the station.

  "You know Nick, I really do prefer the white robe." Kim picked up another mushroom off of her own plateful as she lay out on the couch. A drop of wine dripped off it aimlessly and stained the silk covering her right breast. She never noticed.

  "Then I'm glad you're not disappointed, love." Nikki smiled.

  Kim squinted at her and shook her head. Her skin was light and smooth and she had always tried to find an imperfection in it. She never could; it was a minor jealousy.

  "Your husband may be a jerk and totally inattentive, but he owns some nice hotels." Kim slipped the mushroom in her mouth and began to chew gingerly. She stretched her legs over the edge of the couch and let her feet dangle lazily. The nails were cut cleanly and painted a deep purple.

  Nikki stared at her friend's toes; she always thought her own were too long and coveted Kim's. The dark stain on Kim's robe only made her seem a bit more busty as it spread slowly across the wide surface.

  "I do have to say that this is one of my favorite rooms," Nikki shrugged, "being the wife of the boss is a serious perk when it comes to getting a good place to stay. It's not like I have a real home to live in."

  "I don't know, I think you have it pretty good." Kim waved her hand about the air before her to emphasize her point. "Free rooms when you and Reeve have a tiff. Free room service."

  There was a heavy knock on the door and Kim smiled as she swallowed the remnants of her last mushroom.

  "Free massages." Kim jumped up and ran to the living room, her bare feet shuffling along the thick carpeting. Her breasts bounced freely inside her robe, rising and falling as the curved tops swelled out from the lapels.

  Nikki slowly got up to follow. She heard the rustle of latch and the turn of a doorknob; then, after a pause, Kim's astonished voice.

  "Damn! Aren't you a big one."

  Nikki expected to see one of the large Latin men that the health staff was fond of hiring when she turned the wall corner. Instead, she was just as surprised as Kim to see, what she could only describe as, quite the Amazon warrior.

  She was blonde, an extremely tall blonde. Probably over seven feet tall and, even though she was wearing a long nurse style coat, Nikki could easily tell that she was lean and very strong; not broad and bulky like a body-builder would strive for, but she was lithe and well-defined. Her impressive breasts pushed out the front of her outfit sharply, the tight fabric incapable of deforming their perfect roundness.

  As far as Nikki knew, women just didn't grow up to look like this; neither did most men.

  Kim was in shock.

  Her and Nikki had fooled around every once in a while, but nothing serious. She also normally had a steady boyfriend and never considered herself to be all that into women.

  Yet, she could not take her eyes off of this statuesque beauty before her. Kim just stood there, slightly open-mouthed and breathing slowly.

  The blonde's eyes moved between Nikki and Kim expectingly before she smiled.

  "Did someone call for a masseuse?"

  Nikki expected her voice to be deeper, because of her size; but it was dulcet and very soothing. She spoke up.

  "Yes, thank you for coming so promptly. I have to say I'm impressed with the service."

  The woman raised an eyebrow and Nikki giggled in slight discomfort.

  "Uh ... the quickness of it I mean."

  Kim was still glued to her spot in front of the doorway; her eyes made slow trips from the blonde's feet back up the length of her incredible body. Nikki nudged her shoulder.

  "Kim, let her in!"

  The cool silk of Kim's robe was rustling against her chest, her pert nipples poking through the thin fabric. At Nikki's words, she became embarrassingly aware of that fact and quickly folded her arms across them to hide her slight arousal. She nodded as she smiled shyly.

  "Yeah, um ... sorry. Come set up over here."

  "Thank you." The masseuse picked up a large and folded oak table with ease from off the side of the doorway and strided into the room. She had to stoop over slightly to fit through the entrance and Kim backed up against the wall with a hand drifting on her chest as she watched her stand back up to her full height. "Shall I set up in here or would you rather we start somewhere else."

  Nikki waved her hand across the room they were in and nodded.

  "The living room is fine. The t.v. is ... bigger ... in here." Nikki began to move small pieces of furniture to make room for the large table. Kim stood off to the side quietly, forcing herself to look around the room.

  The living room was immense. Four couches and three tables were spread out before the big screen t.v. that was nestled between two windows that sported a gorgeous view of the Las Vegas strip. Night time had brought out the bright lights of the city and the Omnivax theater that protruded from Caesar's Palace blinked with triangular panels of grayish light. Automobiles scurried up and down the boulevard, searching for their favorite casinos to valet park in. Off in the distance, a black emptiness in the midst of the bright lights marked where the great pyramid of the Luxor was nestled, behind the white, Gaelic castle of the Excalibur. Nikki spoke again.

  "I'm going first Kim. I hope you don't mind."

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