exited with everyone else at Soar. The place was at capacity now, so I stood in the winding line to patiently wait my turn, in spite of my wristband. As I rested against the wall, I overheard someone commenting on âsome rapper dudeâ being thrown to the floor by security and escorted from the building. It was already showing up on Twitter.
Little solace, as I still didnât have anything on Natalia to use. Strange that while despising Jason, some part of me still hated disappointing him.
A group of partygoers drew attention as they escaped the excitement inside, either done for the night or simply taking the party elsewhere. When I heard Nataliaâs name being screamed out further up the line, I perked up.
She was leavingâarm in arm with Sophia.
Legs striding as if on someoneâs runway, the bow on her dress was still there, waiting to be unwrapped.
I made sure Sophia saw me. Holding her newfound friend up as they staggered by, she winked at me. No words; just a look saying, I got this.
Extraordinary.
I nodded, letting them pass with nary a word on my part.
As the elevator closed with them in it, I knew where they were headed.
And I knew where I needed to be.
Chapter 15
Back at my hotel room, with my laptop powered up, everything was a go. My jacket lay tossed on the back of my chair. Shoes kicked off, I rolled up my sleeves. The hairs on the back of my neck stood on end as the electronic world before me sprang to life once more. In another life, I probably wouldâve been serving abroad in military intelligence or the CIA. But I wasnât that guy. I came up on a path less traveled. A dark, winding road with hairpin turns and sudden pitfalls rarely seen until it was too late.
The camera installed in the bedroom smoke detector of Nataliaâs suite still worked. Someone was in the living room, but I couldnât make out the figures.
Nothing was happening in Penny Antneeâs suite. Downstairs blowing his wad . . . of another sort, no doubt.
During this lull, I took my phone and downloaded the photo Iâd taken of Katelyn McMahon back at Soar. Knowing I wasnât the only one with a camera phone, time was of the essence for such a shot. Once I sent the jpeg on its way, I waited for a response. The recipient replied almost immediately.
That looks like Vegas. I knew youâd be out there!
You said you needed something.
Yeah. But this ainât my normal demographic. And no-singing, no-actinâ white girls getting drunk in clubs ainât new. You couldnât get Natalia, or Halle Berry at least?
Iâm throwing you a bone. If you donât like, Iâm sure TMZ will. Check out what Katelynâs best friend is busy doing with her boyfriend in the background.
OH! SNAP! I missed that.
Thatâs what Iâm here for. To illuminate things.
I owe you.
I know. Out.
I went back to monitoring the pair of suites over at Stratus, drinking from my bottle of Voss while I rested my feet atop the desk. Sophia and Natalia finally entered the bedroom, where I could see them better. Knowing for certain where they were, I closed the window to the feed in Penny Antneeâs suite and enlarged the screen to Nataliaâs instead.
Through my cyber looking glass, I peered into a world of silent seduction. Having no audio really sucked. Natalia and Sophia danced around the room, spinning in circles. Natalia was out of her sandals, making her noticeably shorter as she reached up to drape her arms around Sophiaâs neck. She reminded me of one of those drunken sorority girls, probably slurring her words while professing her undying love for her best friend.
One final spin and Sophia was done. She pried Nataliaâs hands away as she gently lowered her onto the bed. I remembered viewing a similar scene, but with Natalia dancing before Penny Antnee in nothing but a towel. Now Natalia was the spectator.
And Sophia, the performer.
She said something to Natalia. Made
Christine Zolendz, Frankie Sutton, Okaycreations