As usual, the Greek God’s secretary phoned me not too long after I spoke with the Greek God. She said that I would be going back to Las Vegas and if I wanted to take Tori along, she would make the flight and room reservations. I couldn’t wait to give her a call to invite her for yet another fun weekend. Tori accepted the invitation and my Greek God was waiting at the suite when we arrived. He always made sure we were in the nicest suites that Las Vegas had to offer.
The moment we looked at each other, our eyes locked. Tori excused herself to her own room to freshen up before dinner. She clearly understood that we wanted to be alone. The Greek God’s stare burned right through me. I felt his desire from across the room. “I have a gift for you on the bed,” he said. “You don’t have to wear it now, but I thought we would play later tonight.”
I didn’t want to act too excited and told him that I would take a peek at it when we got back after dinner. He smiled and said, “Your wish is my command princess.”
We left to meet Tori, but he got a call and said, “You two go ahead and I’ll meet you after I’m through here.” Tori and I entered the limo and the driver couldn’t keep his eyes off me. He kept staring at me in the rear view mirror—he thought I was my porn star twin. Tori never missed a thing and immediately stated, “You recognize her, don’t you? No one is supposed to know she’s in town.”
I took her lead and said, “Please take care of this.” Tori told the driver that she was my manger and that if there was any business to be done it would go through her. He started telling us how he wanted to get into the adult industry and that he would do anything. For kicks, Tori told him that she would get in touch with him later.
When we arrived for our dinner reservations, Tori asked the limo driver for his card. He told her there wasn’t a charge for the ride and he would be waiting for the call. As he drove off, I told her to give me his card—I ripped it up and tossed it into the trash. We giggled like little girls. I couldn’t wait to tell the Greek God about our limo drive.
There was something primal about the Greek God’s expression as I explained how the driver really thought I was the porn star he had told me about earlier. He stared at me all evening with a silent passion. I knew my night was going to be inspired by this infamous porn star. I couldn’t help but wonder what was really in that package on the bed.