The Devil Wears Black Leather: Chapter 20

David S. Grant is posting his latest fiction “The Devil Wears Black Leather” while he works on his latest book, the fourth and final installment that follows: Bliss | Bleach | Blackout. The working title is of course, Bleak. Why is he doing this? Because he loves you! (Note: Also, may be drunk, hence the third person intro.) For more information (or purchase/download) David’s books check out his Goodreads (Bleach 4.6 out of 5 rating; Bleach | Blackout 4.8 rating) or Amazon page.


The Vegas Diaries – A Las Vegas Moment

 Two years later after the hooker punch Jagger and decide to take a weekend to “chill” as he sold it to me.  Jagger was now in a phase where he was wearing an eye patch so we stayed at Treasure Island.  After we arrived we went to club overlooking the pirate show named SIRENS.  It took a full ten minutes until Jagger was propositioned by a couple (a rasta man and rasta woman) to join them in a hot tub located in their private suite.  Jagger left and I went to gamble (my No Hot Tub Rule in full effect at this point), lost a few dollars and went to The Mirage to change my luck.  Here I played slot machines and was up two hundred when I felt a light tap on my shoulder and turned to find a girl whose name was Lily.  She told me she was from Uruguay, was watching me, and wanted to know if I wanted to get a drink.  I asked her if she like Margaritas and she licked her lips so we went to Jimmy Buffett’s Margaritaville, then Mexicana Cantina, and then took a taxi out to Garduno’s Margarita factory where we had more Margaritas and chicken burritos. 

 A trip back to the city and we stop at Cabo Wabo’s for one more Margarita and that’s when I find out Lily is a prostitute because she asks me if I’d like to pay her to spend the night with her.  I decline and she seems happy so I buy her Margarita and realize that in total I spent probably only fifty dollars on a Vegas hooker that I’ve had for over four hours and then I was happy for a while.  She walks me to my hotel and then leaves and the next morning she is standing at the door of hotel and asks me if I’d like to have breakfast so we eat and then walk up and down the strip and gamble and then go watch an Elvis impersonator perform.  At the end of the second night Lily doesn’t ask for any money, she instead gives me her phone number and says to call her.

 I never planned to call her, but I was feeling pretty good when I met Jagger at McCarren airport and told him about my weekend and showed him the piece of paper with the number on it.  He just shook his head and then I noticed he was no longer wearing his eye patch and I was about to ask when he said, “Don’t ask!”


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