Vegas Nights

Tires screech and heads turn. A neon blue Firebird pulls up to the curb and parks in front of the casino entrance, and the doorman steps forward. The night is hot, muggy, and buzzing with people and traffic on the Strip. Out of the car steps a woman, young, tall, and graceful. Her red satin dress clings to her body in the thick air leaving little to the imagination. She turns her head, letting her dark tresses cascade over her shoulders like a silky waterfall. Stepping around the car, the audible staccato "tac tac tac" of her stiletto heels clicking on the pavement. The doorman nods and tips his hat, first noticing the sparkle from the diamond earrings dangling from her ears like beams of light, then the slow, seductive smile that played on her lips. He allows himself just a second too long to gaze at her from behind as she glides past him and through the glass doors. He catches a hint of her scent, a musky, compelling fragrance that catches his attention and puts images in his mind he knows better to leave alone. He lets the car door slam shut, then watches as it drives away. Wiping the sweat from his brow, he walks calmly back to his post by the door and waits.