Run, Pussycat, Run! (Las Vegas Tales 4)
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Copyright ©2017 Amber Malloy
The Gentlemen's Club was on another spectrum from Popcorn by leaps and bounds. Old money filled the lounge, while expensive cigar smoke set the dark and beautiful tone. Kitty held up four fingers behind her back to instruct her band on the next song. It had been an hour since she took the stage, and she was cutting her set short. Sully's unexpected appearance had messed with her head, and she already had too much rattling around in there.
"Last one?" her guitarist asked.
"For the night, yeah." Kitty had had to change out of her crazy colored shorts and into a formal, satin baby doll gown. Since she couldn't possibly afford anything this grand on her own, the casino bought all of her clothes. If she had to rely on her paychecks she would have nothing better than jeans and a T-shirt on.
"Show me those fabulous tits, brown sugar!" a white-haired old drunk shouted as the house lights dimmed. Kitty shook her head for security not to remove him. Drunks were part of the gig, and if she let them bother her then she was definitely in the wrong business.
"You first, sweetie?" Laughter filled the room. "Here's an oldie with a twist." The guitarist strummed the first note of "Fools Rush In." Kitty locked eyes with Sully, who had snuck in at the bar at some point. He saluted her with his glass of bourbon, while she sang the song slower and more melodically than it was ever intended.
Once she was done there wasn't a dry eye in the house. The urge to skedaddle to the nearest stairwell crossed her mind but Sully would just hunt her down. She stepped off the stage and headed for the bar.
"A voice from heaven, that's what you have."
"Honey, you were just wonderful."
Kitty smiled and nodded at the club patrons but didn't stop; she was on a mission to rid herself of one Sullivan McNeil.
"Hey, mister, you're not from around here, huh?" she heard the girl ask.
"Is anyone?" Sully responded.
Trixie was one of the resident good-time girls. Management let in a few depending upon how club attendance looked for the week. "Some of us are meant for this place. Here, give me your hand." The barely legal teen turned up her palm. "Let me tell your future?"
"No, thanks. I want it to be a secret."
Kitty sidled up on the other side of the girl. "Come on, mister, let her read you."
His icy blue eyes locked on to hers, and without glancing away he put out his hand. To anyone else his face would appear unreadable. Lucky for her she had the code to decipher Sullivan McNeil. Blond and handsome, his good looks usually let him get away with murder.
"Ohhh, you're coming into quite a bit of money." Trixie's already high voice went even higher. "But there's a cloudy outlook when you mix business and pleasure."
Kitty snorted and ordered a spritzer from the bar.
"This line here says you have a soulmate," the pixie of a woman pointed out. "Are you in love?"
"Afraid so, kid, and I truly don't recommend it."
Removing the cherry from her drink, Kitty played with the red bud with her tongue. She knew it drove Sully nuts. Not so much that he would be turned on, but he would notice who was nearby witnessing a free show.
"Uh-oh, if you don't get out of Vegas soon you will lose your true love!"
"Hell," Sully growled. "We can't have that." He dug into his pocket and threw down a wad of cash. Before he could grab her, Kitty skirted his hand and headed for the service elevator.
"You heard the girl, Kit-Kat, we've got to motor."