"Bread?" Toni repeated.
"You got me," Lisa said sitting back in her chair.
The bride in room ten continued sucking and puffing on her husband's prick with a quiet, determined concentration while the girl in five squatted over the suitcase and brought out a loaf of Italian bread and held it up over her head. The man smiled.
"What the… "
"They're probably hungry. He wants her to make him a sandwich," Lisa surmised.
The girl walked to the dresser and Toni caught the gleam of a knife in her left hand. She slit the long loaf length wise and hacked one end off. Then she scooped the dough from the center and opened a jar of Mayonnaise. She spread it on thickly. Then she sat on the edge of the bed and crooked her finger at the man in the chair. He raised himself with that sick smile that seemed to be his patented trademark and walked over to her.
She sucked energetically for several minutes on his prick until he was hard. Toni wondered to herself what his cock would be like in her mouth. When he was satisfactorily erect the girl slapped his cock between the slices of bread. The girls looked at each other blankly. The man's lips were pulled back tight against his teeth.
"Now that's what I call a hero!" Toni said.
The man's cock poked out four inches from the end of the loaf of bread. The girl grasped her rather peculiar looking bedtime snack in both hands and began moving it backwards and forwards. Lisa and Toni didn't know whether to laugh or what. Instead they just watched in a hushed fascination.
"That's right baby," he said as her hand motion picked up some speed. Mayonnaise squished out from the bread creeping forward to the head of his prick. When the girl saw it she bent over and flicked at it with her tongue.
Then she attached her mouth over the visible portion of his prick and started sucking away, her hunger breaking to the surface.
"That's the weirdest fucking thing I've ever seen," Lisa said inhaling a small mountain of Cocaine up her left nostril and then her right nostril.
The bread slipped wetly around his cock and began to fall apart in her hands. From where Toni and Lisa sat it looked like she was trying to push the entire loaf down her throat. The man could feel the come building in the lower part of his cock, held back as if by a dam. As she munched upon him and moved the bread around his wad the come suddenly broke upwards and outwards into her waiting mouth. Her head jerked back violently as the unexpected flow of juice spilled across her tongue and tickled the walls of her throat but she held on to him until he had heaved up the last drop.
Lisa and Toni watched as the girl got up from the bed with the soggy, desiccated mound of bread between her hands, her mouth smeared with a greasy mixture of mayonnaise and come.
"Enough!" Lisa said flipping off both buttons on the screen simultaneously. The images suddenly vanished into two white dots. "Even I get a bit tired of this never ending circus."
Toni blinked a few times; the multiple images still filling her brain. She watched Lisa's ass moving from the bedroom in the direction of the kitchen. A minute later she followed her. Coffee was on the stove and Lisa was washing up the two drained glasses of lemonade.
"That girl reminds me a bit of someone I used to know back in New York," Toni said sitting on a stool and looking out the window.
"Oh yeah?" Lisa said more out of politeness than genuine interest.
"Yeah, a girl named Tina. She was a lot older than this girl, and I heard she killed herself about a year ago, sleeping pills. It didn't surprise me that but it made me sad. We were lovers for awhile."
"I think you told me about her once, a stripper right?"
"That's right. She was one of those people that you just knew were destined to come to a bad end. You know the kind I mean."
"I've met a few."
"Didn't you get that feeling from this girl in room five? I mean that dead look in her eyes, that glazed fishy stare. It's the kind of look that drug addicts get but somehow it's not the same thing exactly. Its a different thing, I don't know how to explain it."
"I hadn't thought about it that much. A lot of the girls that pass through here with those guys are like that-washed out on the way to being washed up."
"Doesn't it give you the creeps?"
"It used to but not anymore, I mean, I'm more concerned with my own survival than with others because I know that there's nothing to be done for them, there's nothing I can do to change any of that. If it's not fate then it's something else but I tend to call it that."
"But don't you wish you could do something about it Lisa?"
"Like what?" "I don't know."
"I tell you there's nothing to be done. It would only upset the balance of nature." "Are you serious?"
"Of course I am. In a way it's a preordained kind of universal elimination. If those people didn't finish themselves off or get involved in some situation where they got themselves knocked off then there would be a kind of human overload. At least that's the way it seems to me, you know, just another opinion."
"Yeah maybe that's what it's about… "
"Maybe I'd feel different if I weren't sitting on top of my own little mini empire with two swimming pools talking about it in a cozy kitchen with a full refrigerator."
"Perhaps not."
The conversation hung in the air, the tail end of it floating, the silence finally spliced by the coffee percolating on the stove. Lisa poured out two cups and set the china pitcher of cream down on the table. Neither one of them took sugar. It was a habit
they had gotten into back in Vegas as part of their beauty regime. Lisa looked at Toni, her eyes puffy and blood shot from the marijuana.
"It took me awhile to realize it, but there seems to be a natural order to things that you can't interrupt. Actually it was brought to my attention by someone else-that that's the way it is."
"Sometimes I feel there's an order but then again there are times when I feel like there's no logical pattern to anything."
"That's part of the whole pattern, that's part of the season of everything that changes. We both saw it happening in Las Vegas even if we couldn't quite put it into the words we're using now. That's why we banked all our money and paced ourselves."
"Because we knew we couldn't stay at it forever?"
"That's right. I don't imagine that anyone should have to stay at it forever. It seems a fucking sin that you're handed so little time anyway. Vegas and Reno were good places to grab onto an education if you were smart enough to realize you were in school in the first place."
The show Lisa joined after Mario's untimely demise, followed by her rapidly kindled friendship with Toni Corbin, opened a new chapter in her life. For Toni the same held true. Both girls did for each other what in all likelihood they would not have accomplished alone; they manufactured a survival plan that worked.
All conversations lead to men in Las Vegas if you are a woman. As lovers, Toni and Lisa were happy, but the future gnawed from time to time at their blissful relationship; in Las Vegas you had one objective-get a bankroll and find a husband.
"Well I'm not going to drive myself nuts over it," Toni said to Lisa one day sometime into their second year in Vegas. "I've had all kinds of proposals of marriage, but never from anyone I could ever love. I mean for all the men that pass through this fucking place, I've yet to find one who did anything for me besides make my savings account get fatter."
"Honey," Lisa said with a wave of her hand, "that's exactly the way I feel and that's precisely the way the cards are stacked. The choice is yours-you let it drive you crazy or you just get behind the reality of our situation and go with it. It's either ulcers at a young age or it's settling on second best and what is second best for us is a lot more than most women ever get I've decided."