Call Jade

This business trip was going to be epic! Blake couldn’t wait to show up at the hotel. His boys from the office were all arriving a few days early to get down and dirty before the slew of meetings on the agenda. VEGAS BABY!

He loosened his tie as he walked into the massive hotel lobby. Heading straight to the bar, he grabbed a scotch and pounded it. This drink was made for sipping but who cares. He ordered another and went to check in at the front desk. He impatiently waited in the snaking line as one by one; the guests in front of him were called forward.

Finally, he made it to the front. Every hotel representative must have been an idiot, he thought to himself. They were talking so long! Was it training day or something? A woman finally finished and waved him over to her counter. With a huff of his breath and the roll of his eyes, he sauntered over to get his room key. After taking forever trying to locate which floor he would be on and making sure he had the best view possible, he navigated his way over to the bank of elevators.

He supposed his suite was good enough. Walking down the hallway and over to the large wall of windows, he saw the Vegas Strip situated just outside. The Bellagio Fountains were starting to turn on the lights for one of their world-renowned fountain shows set to either classical, opera or contemporary music. The Eiffel Tower was gleaming and the massive sidewalks were starting to fill with evening tourists. He threw his brown leather satchel on the couch and opened the mini bar. Taking a couple vodkas out of the fridge, he poured them in a glass and headed back down to the lobby.

His friends were somewhere on the hotel gaming floor. Guessing they were at the Craps table, he headed over as he lit a cigar. There was some shouting and applauding from around the corner and as he approached, noticed it was coming from his crew. Colt hit it big and his weekend side piece was politely clapping for him, obviously not knowing what happened.

“My MAN”, shouted Blake as he strolled over and placed a Pass Line Bet.

Colt broke his concentration and fist bumped with one hand as he shook the dice in his other. “Dude! I’m up 5 G’s. Someone’s getting lucky tonight!” as he turned and winked at his chick.

Bobby and Daniel joined the group with a couple girls at their sides as well and they decided to hit the club at the next casino. All the guys looked GQ and these girls were just incredible. How those chicks could manage to walk in those stilettos was beyond Blake but their legs looked damn good. Paired with those short, sequin dresses that hugged every curve, there was no denying that his crowd was the best.

The ladies got waved in by the bouncers but the guys had to wait in line with the rest of the gentlemen. Blake loudly called out bullshit as they headed to the back of the line.

“Guys, how long have you been here to find those hot ass chicks? I’d bone them all if I had the chance.”

Colt eyed him conspicuously. “Haven’t you heard of the Little Black Book?”

“Um no. What the fuck is that?”

Colt, Daniel and Bobby all started laughing hysterically. Wiping the tears from his eyes, Bobby finally found his breath. “The Little Black Book at the front desk. Just ask the hottest receptionist for it.”

All night, Blake’s friends grinded their way through half the girls on the dance floor while he just sat at their table. Even with the smoking hot waitresses pouring their bottle service, he could not stop thinking about this Little Black Book they were all talking about. What the fuck was in it? Reading was stupid so why in the world would he ever want a book while he was trying to score some hotties?

Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. The suspense was literally killing him. Dipping out on the tab, he stumbled his way back to his hotel lobby. The girl who checked him in was the hottest one there but she was a bitch and he didn’t want anything to do with her. Deciding on the second hottest girl, he casually made his way over.

“Hey babe. I heard you have a Little Black Book back there. Wanna hook me up?”

Looking a bit disgruntled, she reached under her desk and pulled out a notebook. His previous receptionist who was within earshot casually came over. She put out her hand and pushed the notebook down.

“Here. This one is so much better” she said in a seductive voice. Her long lashes fluttered as she handed over a small black notebook that she was carrying. “Leave it on your nightstand and housekeeping will pick it up in the morning”, she said.

Hurrying back to his room, Blake couldn’t push the elevator button hard enough. He ran down the hallway, tapped his room key to the door and slammed it behind him. Flipping through the pages, he saw name after name of women who wanted to have a good time. Who was the best though? As he got to the end, some papers fluttered from the back of the book. He looked down to see hundreds of dollars at his feet. Quickly flipping to the page that they came from, he saw more money and a phone number with the simple words.

Call Jade.

Picking up his room phone, he dialed and after a few rings, a smoky voice answered. “This is Jade.”

“Babe. I got your number from this book and I need to see you.”

“Leave $5,000 on the nightstand and I’ll be there in one hour.”

The line clicked to silence and Blake placed the phone back in its cradle. What the fuck was he going to do for an hour and how does she know his fucking suite number?

He figured he would just use the money that was in the back of the book so he counted out the $5K. Just for shits and giggles, he wondered how much more was there. Obviously he was going to pocket it and go down to the tables the next night but how much fun could he really have? 1, 2, 3… $15 thousand more dollars? What was $20,000 doing in the back of this book of whores? He grabbed another couple of bottles from the mini bar and sat down to wait. Should he shower? Na, she was probably just as dirty as he was, he thought. What would be the point?

There was a knock.

He quickly, but not too quickly for fear she would know that this was his first time, went to open the door.

There she stood.

He felt her deep green eyes penetrating his soul as he stood there speechless. Her reddish auburn hair was pulled up into a loose bun with waves of curls framing her picturesque face. She brushed passed him into the entryway and dropped her purse on the credenza. Walking deeper into the suite, she made her way to the window and gazed at the sparkling lights of The Strip. Blake’s reflection appeared behind her as he stood within arm’s reach.

“So… do you like it dirty?” he asked.

Jade smiled and turned around to face him. Without saying a word, she grabbed his tie and gently brought him close to her face. She sniffed behind his right ear and giggled. Taking a step to the side she guided him by his necktie into the bathroom. Opening up the glass door to the walk-in shower, she turned the knob and tested the heat of the water as it flowed down her fingers. She carefully removed her dress and hung it over the shower door. Stepping under the steaming rainfall shower head, she again took his tie and pulled him in with her.

Pushing him up against the back wall, she gently kissed his lips. His heavy breathing stained with booze burned her nose as she inhaled. Reaching up to take down her hair, she pulled a blade from her bun. With a quick flick of her wrist, she sliced a gash from ear to ear across his throat. She always loved that initial look of complete terror in their eyes as they realize what was happening. The sound of his gurgling throat mixed with the spray of the shower was music to her ears. She let him slowly slip down the damp wall to the shower floor and stepped backwards out of the stall.

Jade dried off and put on her dress. She found her little black book and put all of the money back behind the last page. She slipped it into her purse and checked her reflection in the mirror. Thank god for waterproof mascara. She quietly left, gently closing the door behind her.