Vegas Vixens

Shawn walked out on the stage peeling off his shirt and tossing it to the nearest man in a suit. He smirked, holding up a hand of cash which meant he wanted a little personal attention. Shawn smirked as he dropped to his knees, crawling over the man in the suit. He kissed his cheek before plopping down in his lap, giggling as the man's hands wandered over his body. Shawn hardly paid him much attention though. Despite Santana telling him to think of this as a vacation, it felt like anything but one. He still had to work which is what he was doing now in a beautiful new casino owned by three of the states most wanted mob bosses, Nicki and Tana being one of them. Shawn faked sounds of pleasure as the man rubbed against him getting his fill. He couldn't wait until his shift was over so he could try his luck at blackjack or man the the bar before bed.

He kissed the man's cheek, downed all of his martini then stood swaying his hips to the music. As he looked out over the casino, there were a few men that caught his eye. Some looked interested while others looked TOO interested. Those were usually the psycho ones. Either way he wasn't allowed to do more than "get off". Nicki and Tana had a strict rule against promiscuous sex so Shawn made sure to never go to bed with anyone. However, every now and then he couldn't help but allow someone to touch him or touch them. Being a stripper was hard enough and often left him painfully hard and needy. Right now he was feeling it. He hadn't been in a serious relationship since Hunter and being with a guy aside from a quick hand job was few and far between. He sighed, finishing up his dance with a big grin, still playing his part. Once the music stopped, he hopped off the stage and headed straight to the bar.

"Bartender, gimmie two Cosmos."

John slid his pants back on and slipped the hundred dollar bill in his thong. He winked at his client before he hopped out of the car, onto the sidewalk. He could see his breath as he breathed, a sign it was freezing. Far too cold to be working. But he needed the money. He'd rather not have his heat shut off on Christmas eve. He tied his wool trench coat tighter around him after adjusting his leather pants. It had been a regular night for him. Regular pervs. Regular husbands cheating on their wives. It was all routine. But if Dave wanted him to work till he died, he would. He had no where else to go. Dave paid for his place. His food. His everything.

His job required him to take care of the client, and the client only. So whenever John started to get turned on, there wasn't much he could do about it. But when John got hot, he didn't stop until he got release. He looked around, seeing a strip club across the street. He was cold, he wanted a drink, and maybe with his looks he'd find a free lay to relieve him. He walked inside, heading straight to the bar.

"White Russian, please." He ordered, running a hand through his silky hair.

Jeff Hardy stood outside rubbing his hands together and breathing into them. His friends had taken him here but all left so long ago he couldn't remember. So he stood on the street outside of a local strip joint debating whether or not to go in. On one side it was fucking freezing out. On another that would mean beging teased by guys. He watched as a man entered the club with furry pants and a nice coat entered the club,not even glancing back at the man in the car. Jeff knew all too well what had gone on in the car.

He sighed softly knowing that mother nature was about to win this battle. Pulling up his hood Jeff ran across the street and into the club. Once inside he let the hood fall to show his blonde and purple hair for everyone to see. Not that anyone was paying him as much attention as they were to those on stage. The man from the car was seated at the bar and down from him was a man who looked like he worked there.

When Jeff first came to Vegas he thought it would be all fun. Laughter drifted off somewhere but it didn't hold the magic ring that Jeff heard it was rumored to. He kept glancing at the two men nearest him,one was drinking on drink and looked to have another lines up while the other was just being served his. Jeff waved the bartenter over.

"One beer. I don't care what kind."

Shawn thanked the bartender flashing him a warm smile. He looked like he wanted a chance at him but unfortunately for him, Santana would have his head. He sighed, taking a sip of his drink. He only looked up once and that was when a guy, roughly his height-maybe a little taller- took a seat next to him. His long, dark hair and tan was very eye catching and Shawn wondered if he worked in the casino even though he'd never seen him before. Of course, Shawn had only been working here for two days so it was possible that he'd just never ran into him on the job before.

He downed the rest of his fruity drink and started on another. By that time, another guy with blonde and purple hair took a seat next to him. He ordered a beer and judging from the way he sat, Shawn deduced that he came inside for relief from the cold. The man in question didn't look that old at all. In fact, though Shawn was only in his 30s, the two men he was sitting between made hm feel kind of old. He shook his head as he slid the cosmopolitan towards Jeff. "This is better than the beer. They only have Budlight here and its not very good."

John's green eyes wandered to the boy with blond and blue hair, then over the older, but still sexy, blond. He looked like he worked here. So he must be a stripper. He hummed softly to himself, taking a sip of his drink as he eyed the multi colored haired man up and down, like a panther. This was Vegas, the city of Sins. And John would certainly sin tonight as he eyed the two men. He finished his drink and ordered another.

"Cosmo, huh? I think I'll try that." He said, canceling the white russian and ordering a cosmo. John was a heavy drinker. He could handle just about anything, and could drink his weight in alcohol. He had no idea what would happen after got smashed. But whatever ensued, he hoped he ended up in bed, his endless libido relieved.

Jeff looked up to the man and nodded. "Thanks man." He said with his southern accent just barely showing. He took the fruity looking drink as he examined the man once again. He was older but still eye candy as was the man on the mans other side. The one with dark hair and brown eyes kept stealing glances to them. He wondered idily if he was a decoy for some big mob boss. Jeff turned back to his drink and drank it slowly. Never having it a day in his life he found he liked the fruity drink.

"If your gonna keep looking you can at least tell us your name." Jeff spoke up and looked directly at the dark haired man. From the looks of him he looked like someone who wanted to be lost in something other than fucking and screwing Johns. Not that Jeff could blame him,he looked for that escape not that long ago.

Shawn looked up when Jeff spoke again. The man in question that apparently kept stealing furtive glances was the guy next to him with the perfect tan. If the guy had been staring at him he was completely oblivious to it. He had been to busy trying to decide whether or not to make that bartender's dreams come true tonight. He wasn't a slut by all means. Fact is, he probably got laid less than your average teenager, but he knew deep down it was for his own good and having Nicki or Tana pissed at him wouldn't be very wise.

Shawn flashed the bartender another smile and another coso was placed before him. "Thank you," he said. The bartender looked between the three of them before sliding a slip of paper at Shawn and walking off. Shawn knew what it was. A slip of paper meant a new assignment which meant this guy was one of Tana's men. Feeling disheartened, he stuffed the paper in his pocket and would look at it tomorrow.

"My name's Shawn," he said aloud to no one in particular. "Not that you asked, but since I'm the middle man here, at least you can tell me to get the hell out of the way when you want to be alone and I'll be on my way."

John chuckled at Shawn, the sound that of a haunting melody. "Shawn..." He purred, the name rolling off his tongue like dangerous honey. John wanted a release tonight. He was going to get some from these men. "Now now..." He tsked. "Who's said I wanted you out of the way?" He asked, a sexy little pout gracing his lips as he moved his stool closer to Shawn.

He looked over to the multicolored haired kid, smirking at him. "'Name's Johnny Nitro. What about you, Skittles? Got a name?" He asked, leaning against the bar and sipping his drink. The guy's hair reminded him of Skittles, which made him chuckle mentally.

Both theses men were no doubt, attractive. Whether or not he could get away with sleeping with them for free and without Dave chopping his head off, well that was a different story. But Dave was still in New York, having sent him here with some of his men. This was Vegas. And what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas... well, except herpes. But that was a whole other story.

Jeff chuckled at the men softly. "Shawn. How nice." He watched as the man named Johnny slid closer to them. There was no doubt in Jeff's mind what this man wanted. Shawn however seemed to have more of a poker face. Jeff wondered if Johnny had a pimp that would kill him for playing without paying.

A smile graced his lips as Johnny called him Skittles. It was a common thing to call him but never failed to make him smile. His love for skittles seemed to show through his hair. Everyone always said it looked like he got into a fight with a bag of them and lost. "Im Jeff. Jeff Hardy is the name. But I suppose Skittles works." He offered a wink.

"I must agree with Mr.Nitro here." Jeff went on looking once again to Shawn. "Who says we want you to leave? I must say that the opposite is true for me. And from the way Johnny Boy there has his chair Im going to say the same holds true for him." He laughed softly and sipped the drink while looking at both the men. Both had beauty in there own right. Johnny showed it more but Shawn held his in a different light.

Shawn chuckled softly, swirling his drink around. He was hella amused by this. "If I didn't know better," he began softly, a hint of amusement in his voice, "I'd say that at least one of you were trying to seduce me."

He swirled in his chair to give Johnny the once over. "You are very handsome, but it's pretty obvious you don't come here very often. Ever heard the name Santana Lopez?" Shawn pointed to the tattoo on his right arm. "She owns me. I work for her and she has a very strict policy that's very much against her kittens playing around. You should focus your attention on the sexy one next to me. He's least likely to have you followed home by big men with guns waiting to pop a cap in your ass."

Shawn winked at Jeff before he got up from the bar. He slid a few dollars towards the bartender then left, giving his bodyguard the slip. He didn't feel like being lectured by Chris for drinking so he retreated to his room upstairs in the casino alone. Before he actually went inside in, he took a small detour to get some ice. Those men were very good looking and after the night he had, going to bed with two strangers wasn't too farfetched, but it was too late now not to mention he didn't want them to get hurt. With a sigh, he grabbed a cup and started scooping up ice.

Johnny hummed in thought, his eyes watching Shawn's ass as he walked. He wanted him. And what Johnny Nitro wanted, Johnny Nitro got and then some. He would have Shawn. Maybe even Jeff, if he decided to. He just wanted to get laid. And he wasn't afraid of Tana. Dave wouldn't let his best moneymaker get killed. That was out of the question. John was the jewel, the top money maker, the prized possession.

He looked over at Jeff. "Well, it's been nice flirting but since apparently I'm not getting any ass tonight, I'll be on my way to the blackjack table. Ciao!" He said, blowing Jeff a kiss before making his way over to the table. He'd do a little gambling to take his mind off his lustful mood. John counted the cards, so Dave always let John play to win him money. He looked glanced around, weary, but he continued his gambling, the two pretty boys on his mind.

Jeff chuckled at both Shawn and Johnny. Though Shawn had it right, it appeared neither himself or Johnny had ever been there. He certainly had heard of Santana though and was warned by many to stay clear of what was hers. He sipped his drink for a moment, looking around, but still his mind strayed back to the men. There was no doubt Jeff wanted to get laid but he certainly wouldn't chase those who didn't want to be. Though Jeff had a sneaking suspicion that Johnny wanted to get laid as did Shawn.

He was never one just to go after him but he got up and snuck behind Johnny. He spoke softly in his ear. "Now we both know we want to have the man who just walked away. He wants us too. Why don't we go visit?" Jeff was not suggesting they take it unwillingly but instead showed Shawn that they too wanted him.

When Shawn scooped up his ice, he saw some couples staggering down the hall towards various rooms, kissing and groping one another. They were practically sexing in the hall. One couple, two males, were up against the door. One guy was frantically trying to get the door open while his lover was practically slipping his pants down getting ready to fuck him in the hall. They finally noticed Shawn watching and smirked, beckoning him over.

He rolled his eyes and started back towards his room. Not only were they unattractive, but definitely not worth getting in trouble with Tana if caught. Whenever Shawn took risks, it was either with his sexy bodyguard Chris or someone very good looking. It wasn't worth the risk if you couldn't enjoy both the sex and have something pleasing to the eyes as you got fucked or sucked off. His thoughts drifted back to the two young men and he smiled at the thought of those two enjoying themselves for the night.

John simply chuckled. "Now, I may be the master in seduction, but I only chase those who want it. You..." He trailed off, looking over Jeff. "Are handsome. But not worth getting in trouble for. Now you'll have to do a little convincing to get me to change my mind. You want Sawn, I want Shawn. And your seducing skills need some work. I'm the golden ticket, baby. You'll have to butter me up just a little more than breathy whispers in my ear. Now hit me with your best shot, Skittles." He purred before telling the blackjack dealer to hold. And sure enough, he hit 21. He smirked and grabbed his chips and looked at Jeff. John pecked lips before turning to leave and cash in his winnings.

Jeff smirked to himself as he wrapped his arms around Johnny's waist and pulled him against his chest. "If you were that easy I wouldn't want you. I like a chase." He chuckled softly as his hands wondered low past his waist line. His voice was soft as he kissed where Johns shoulder connected to his neck. "Im just suggesting that we let Shawn in on the fun."

His souther accent was coming as as he nibbled Johhny's neck and lightly teased the mans waist line. "We both know he wants us." Jeff stated softly into the mans ear before nipping at the ear lobe.

Shawn did not go to sleep right away. Even though he was exhausted he couldn't fall asleep. He had a few books he always brought along with him since there was very little on late at night that appealed to him. He wasn't much of a porn watcher and in his state of mind, he's wind up jerking himself off which was not what he wanted tonight. Any other night that would work, but not tonight. He grabbed one of his favorite suspense novels and laid naked across the bed. He planned to read until he fell asleep, which usually didn't take long at all on nights like this.

John purred a little. No doubt John loved being chased. He was a dark haired beauty to behold, and craved to be treated as such. After all, he was a vixen. "Ooh, that's a good line... doesn't work on every boy though." He said, turning around, smirking at Jeff. He flicked his tongue over the multicolored haired man's lips. "But it worked on me." He said, nipping his bottom lip. He gripped Jeff's crotch. "Now... can you handle what I'm about to do?" He purred. He wanted Jeff, and he wanted Shawn. And what Johnny Nitro wanted, Johnny Nitro always got. Always. Whether Dave said yes or no.

Jeff chuckled and gently removed Johnnys hand and kissed his wrist. "Then follow me." He smiled to him and tugged on his hand. Looking both ways he followed the way Shawn went surprised no one stopped them. A long corridor of doors met them and Jeff was stumped as to where to check first.

Walking further down the hall Jeff stopped outside of a door and took his chances. He listened for sounds but heard none. Turning to Johnny he smirked. "To answer your question, Im positive I can handle it. Im sure we both can." Keeping his smirk in place he turned the handle and leaned against the door with a grin.

Shawn groaned as his eyes fluttered open. He had fallen asleep, his head resting on the inside of the book. He closed his book and rolled off the bed awkwardly stumbling about to put the book away. He slipped the book back in his back, but he could have sworn he heard voices outside his door. With a frown, he grabbed a shirt covering his exposed member and headed for the door. He slowly clicked the handle and pulled the door open just a crack. He had startled the guys, which was all well and good, but he also didn't like what he saw. Jeff's hand was on his door handle as if he were about to pick the lock- or attempt to. These fancy hotels and their card keys left very little room for picking. It was impossible.

Shawn scowled. "Why are you hanging around my door? If the two of ya need a room, the last room on the left is empty. Call the folks and have them give ya a key, but I'm going back to bed. I don't have time to play around, go out drinking- whatever it is ya want."

John winked at Jeff when Shawn opened the door. He smiled, his white teeth dazzling at Shawn. "Darling, everyone has time for a little... play time." He purred and nudged the door open wider with his knee.

"I know you're type. Works hard for the money but at the end of the day..." He looked Shawn up and down. "Well ya gotta take matters into your own hands. Literally. Don'tcha just wanna have fun?" He trailed his finger over Shawn's jaw. "Just once? My munequita." He breathed and looked over at Jeff and back at Shawn. "Skittles here wants to play too. C'mon." He whispered and laced his fingers with Jeff's, loosely holding his hand and doing a soft, sexy pout at Shawn.