Guardian's Books: What Happens In Vegas

I saw the sultry look in Daddy’s eye as I took the stage like a prized pony on the track. He watched my legs, my ass and even better he was the only man to look me in the eye when I was singing. Oh yes, Daddy knew exactly what he did to me and he loved it. I was his prize, his little gem of the casino he ran, all the dames in the world couldn’t replace me in Daddy’s eyes. I began to sing, from my gut to my heart I serenaded the audience but even more than them I wanted to make Daddy proud of me and my singing.
Daddy’s opinion was all I really gave a shit about not these pulsing slobs in the knock off pinstripe suits and fake watches. He stared me down on stage with dark silver eyes that bore into my very soul. The thought of his hands on me kept my blood rushing and the sight of his approving glance made my knees weak. It’s true, I’m such a Daddy’s girl.
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“Margo!” Tony barked from behind the big red curtain. “Margo you’re on!”
“Keep ya’ pants on.” I frowned giving my eyes another dab of peacock green eye shadow.
The night was packed just like any other at the Dominatri Casino on the Las Vegas Strip. It was true, the sight of all the girls outside drew the crowd in but what really got them to stick was me, Margo Farlane. I sang all of the greatest hits but what the patrons of the bars didn’t know and will never know is that my voice carries a secret, one that will never walk past the confines of our building. Six foot five, long harvest blond hair , slightly tanned skin and deep ocean green eyes I was a catch to behold sitting at the bar every night. But men who had ever heard of me knew to keep their hands off because of one man. The biggest, meanest mob boss that had an establishment on the Strip the man who owned Margo Farlane, Henacy Talgo  or Big Daddy as I so lovingly called him.
Henacy was a man in his 50s with crisped graying out hair darkened tan skin and a dark brooding set of silver eyes. He was easily the tallest man in the room when he stood and he commanded the attention of the entire casino whenever he so much as spoke a word. He was the boss, he was the leader and even better, he was my Big Daddy.
I smiled inwardly gazing down a the slave bracelet that Daddy had gotten me for my last birthday. Turning 21 was a special thing to Daddy cause he saw me as a grown woman now. ‘Just the perfect age,” He’d whispered into my ear that night as I blew out my birthday candles. I trusted daddy with my life and in the 6 years that I had known him Daddy had never once taken advantage of me. I had never been seen by a man let alone touched by one, Daddy made sure of that, even on my missions. He was my protector and my boss no matter what little fling we may have on the side. Warmth bloomed in my chest as I sidled over to the curtain feeling the pearl white and mint green dress flutter around my ankles.
Tony hauled the red curtain up and the spot light set on my glittering blue toenails casting a beam of colt iridescence over the stage as it slid up my legs. Chips clattered on the tables as men twirled around in their chairs to get an eye full of the main attraction.
           ‘Treat me like a fool,
            Treat me mean and cruel,
            But Love me.’
I looked up into the crowd and fixed my gaze on Big Daddy who was already smiling at me from his seat above the rest of the men.
           ‘If you ever go,
           Darling, I’ll be so lonely
           I’ll be sad and blue
           Crying over you, dear only.’
I could feel Daddy’s eyes trace up the slit in my dress as I made my way over the stage. Every man’s eyes were on me glued to every glitter covered inch but only Daddy could stare through me. My tongue darted over my lips as obvious cat calls broke out over the crowd of gamblers. I slowly liquefied in my dress sinking down to my knees on stage as my legs folded under me letting the dress pool between my lily white thighs. The men seemed to gravitate closer as I gave the crowd a vulnerable innocent look.
         ‘Beggin on my knees,
          All I ask is please, please love me
          Oh yeah…’
And with the last remnant of my voice echoing over the crowd the men seemed to grow restless. I was never afraid of them, no matter how agitated and aroused they became, because like every night that I sang here, Daddy came. He parted the crowd like the Red sea as he gave them all a dominant look. He was pure power and might all wrapped up into one thick, tall authorative figure. With little to no effort he made it up to my stage placing his hand in mine to pull me up tight against him.
“Gentlemen, The gem of the Dominatri Casino, Miss Margo Farlane.” He smiled taking his bow as he presented me like a show dog.
I smiled sweetly and stood up on my tip toes to kiss him on the cheek. “All for you Big Daddy.”  
“Aye Farlane! I’ll show you a good time honey!” One of the more drunk of the men called standing up on the table as he gave a few hip thrusts in my direction. “I’d give a little extra with a sweetheart like you on my arm.”
Daddy grunted in disapproval as his gaze turned icy. “Now if you’d care to enjoy the Dominatri’s array of other singers.” I could hear the warning belly out in his deep tone as the man got the message and sat down. Daddy turned to me and gently took my hand petting his fingers over the glittering stones in my slave bracelet. “Come with me now my sweet little one. I want you all to myself.”
A clear blush fluttered over my cheeks as Daddy took my hand to lead me back up to his personal seating. The guards he kept barely batted an eye at me as I waited for him to sit down. I watched as he slipped down into his ‘throne’ keeping those fiery eyes pinned on me. He curled his fingers in a circle telling me to turn around for him. I giggled and did as he’d gestured taking his hands and pressing them to my hips to let him feel the cloth move over my skin.
“I’m not wearing anything under this Big Daddy. I looks better without it.” I purred perching myself on his lap to plant a gentle kiss on his cheek. “I love you Daddy.”
He smiled gently running his finger through one of my long blond curls to brush it way from my ample chest. “Iv always loved this dress on you Margo.”
I grinned again seeing the mark of my ruby red lipstick on Daddy’s cheek as he turned to watch the other act go on. One of the other singers took to the stage singing a watered down version of When a man loves a Woman. Daddy’s lips curled in a slight half grin as his grip grew slightly tighter on me. Warmth fired up my spine as I rested my head against his shoulder to hum along to it.
“Don’t get too loud honey you might just steal the show.” Daddy chuckled rubbing his palm over my hip as I pulled my legs up over his arm rest. “You have the voice of a siren when you get started.”
I leaned up to look him right in the eye taking his hand to my breast as my words fell to a soft whisper. “And this siren sings only for you Big Daddy.”
After the select mash up of acts that came to perform on stage the nightlife began to tire out dragging in the more questionable crowd. I had begun to slowly doze off when Daddy’s body tensed. Immediately I jumped momentarily stretching to wake my muscles out from the somewhat fetal position id taken my nap in. The dress had already begun it’s slow decent down my chest exposing a little too much skin as I yanked it back up to it’s proper setting. The warmth of Daddy’s palm felt warmer than usual as I glanced down at my backside. I didn’t know if he’d noticed but his hand lay on my bare bottom with his fingers only a tip away from the juncture between my legs.
“Margo,” He leaned down to whisper into my ear. “Margo sweetheart it’s time to work for Daddy.”
I looked up at him innocently unfolding myself from his lap slightly. “And what does Daddy want me to do?”
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Daddy’s eyes fired with a glorious shade of silver white as he traced his hand down my spine. “Why I want you to do what you do best my sweetheart.” He grinned hooking his finger into the open slit of my dress.
I bowed gently harnessing the free power within me. There were some things that the public didn’t need to know about the mob taking up stakes in the Dominatri casino, we weren’t human, not by a long shot. Sparks fluttered up my spine as my face remolded under the waning lights, deep satin black hair tumbled down to my thighs as my skin darkened to a roasted walnut color and the sea green of my eyes took on a dark warm chocolate.
“Do I please you daddy?” I asked shyly as the dress fluttered once forcing the mint sequins to a violety purple in one fell swoop.
“Good girl.” Daddy smiled getting that mischievous look in his eyes as I stepped closer to him. “Now there’s a man down at the bar in a long black coat, Baby I want you to go home with him. Milk him of all that you can get.”
My eyes went wide showing my surprise and embarrassment from the statement. “But daddy i-“
“Margo darling, you’ll be safe don’t worry. Daddy is always with you.” He whispered kissing the tops of my fingers gently.
I nodded shyly taking a deep breath to still my thundering heart as it hammered the inside of my chest. The guards that Daddy kept barely noticed my leave as I took the back way down the stairs making use of the timed spotlights that would cast the room into a pitch black abyss every 2 to 5 minutes between shows. As I came up to the bar the man’s attention set on me chilling me to the bone with dark black eyes. ‘Ooooh shit..’ I whimpered to myself remembering to breath. It seemed that no matter how many times Daddy sent me out on a mission I always got nervous at the first second.
“Hello there sweetheart.” The man grinned back at me rather darkly. “Aren’t you a beautiful piece of native flesh.”
“And who might you be?” I purred in an equally as nasty.
The man’s sinister chuckle churned my insides like wet uncooked rice leaving a sour taste in my mouth. He wore a jet black rain soaked trench coat. His hair was un-kept and his clothes smelled of mold but a hint of something else….. something darker? Nothing about him was right, his hair lay clumped and matted against his scalp, in fact truth be told he disgusted me. I looked at him taking in every detail of his scrawny gawky form. Bile rose once again making me take a moment to compose myself from the stench of rotting flesh. My nose twitched and I noticed the deepened gash in his right leg.
“Are you alright?” I asked curiously sitting next to him. “You’re bleeding.”
His eyes darkened for a second giving me the ‘Oh shits’ while he contemplated his reply. “Theres monsters out there honey. Monsters that would love to eat a pretty little thing like you up.” He chuckled cupping my face in his grimy palm.