Chapter 530: Viva Las Vegas
Have you ever taken a bus to Las Vegas? No? Of course not. There is nothing else that screams ’I don’t have money’ quite like arriving in the gambling capital of the world using public transport. Of course everyone comes to Laz Vegas for their own reasons and some are just trying to make a living and hoping to get their name up in lights, so for them it’s just a way to travel.
Of course, that had nothing to do with Laz. He just didn’t have a better way of getting there. As for the the Celestial Library, it was now a leather and chain bracelet that was wrapped around his left hand ever since a few days ago.
The giant skull had told Laz that it needed to go into low energy mode, but it wanted to stay close to Laz. Although he didn’t know why that was, he had talked to his girls and Malene had just casually said that if it could turn into something like a ring, he could always wear it and take it with him. While she was joking, the giant building suddenly transformed before their very eyes and attached itself to Laz’s wrist. Since then, he hadn’t heard a thing from it.
Laz had gotten an app with info about which places in the area were fronts for the Hearn group so he had access to all the support he needed and he could have gotten a vehicle from the hotel garage as they had several for business use. But the real reason Laz used the bus was so he could sleep and relax the whole way. While he enjoyed the time with his women, he wasn’t use to being surrounded by so many other living people so the alone time was welcomed.
Getting off the bus, Laz wasn’t mesmerized by the bright lights and sounds since it was the middle of the day. Instead, he just felt like it was bright, hot and a bit dry. As for what he was going to do now that he was there, he had no clue and instead just decided to start walking up the strip. While he figured the experience would be different at night, he didn’t really get a glimpse of the excitement that being in this town was suppose to give someone. instead, he felt like there was something lacking no matter where he looked. And while it wasn’t apparent at first, he finally figured it out after a while.
"While there is a vibe... it seems to lack life...." Laz said, mostly to himself.
Walking along, Laz noticed a poster that stood out to him.
"Leo and The Band? Why does that ring a bell?" Laz said, not noticing what was taking place while he was focused on the poster.
Four burly and tattooed men had surrounded a woman and were closing in on her. In this dark side alley, unless one were to turn the corner and look, there was no way to see from the road what was happening and although Laz sensed the people there, he wasn’t too concerned about what was happening until he spotted the poster.
"HEY! KID. GET THE FUCK OUT OF HERE!" The guy with the rag covering his mouth and nose said, seeing Laz standing there in a daze.
Hearing this, Laz finally looked over and saw a young woman who had been pushed down into some trash can holder her arms across her chest as three man had come up to within touching distance of her. The one who was furthest away had noticed Laz and yelled at him to get his attention, while also using it as a chance to notify the others that Laz was here.
"FUCK. GET HIM BEFORE HE CALLS THE COPS," said the bald guy in a leather jacket.
Hearing this exchange, Laz turned and saw what was happening. While the guy with the rag on his face was making his way towards Laz along with a guy in a camo hat, the bald guy and a guy with a long beard were grabbing the woman and dragging her to her feet while ripping at her clothes.
Laz took a closer look at the woman and noticed she was obviously foreign and most likely from a middle eastern country considering her darker skin tone and conservative dress.
Not knowing what Laz would do, the camo hat guy quickly made to block the entrance as the rag guy approached Laz, bringing a small firearm out from his jacket and pointing it at Laz, expecting him to start shivering in fear. Instead, Laz’s next action took him by surprise as Laz calmly ignored him and paid attention to the woman who was getting her clothes ripped away.
"OH. Dudes a pervert that wants a peek huh? Sorry buddy. This isn’t an open performance," Rag guy said, following Laz’s gaze.
"Nah. You got me wrong. I was just wondering if and when she was going to stop her act? Well... unless this is some sort of fantasy for her. If that’s the case, I won’t kink shame and I’ll just hurry along on my way," Laz said, as though directing a question along with a look at the woman who was now looking straight back at him with a calm expression, totally different from the scared and desperate look she had on before.
"What kind of sicko wants to get raped by four ugly pieces of shit in the alley huh? And aren’t you suppose to be some sort of hero and help save a damsel in distress?" She said back, her voice so even and emotionless that it actually made the guys ripping at her clothes pause for a moment.
"What? Wait. You think you can leave?" The idiot with the rag covering his face said, clearly only able to focus on the last part of what Laz had said and too stupid to understand what the ’scared’ young woman meant.
"HEY! It’s a perfectly healthy fantasy as long as no one get hurts and everyone walks away safe. Or even if someone does get hurt, as long as it’s within reason and they desired it.... Sigh. No kink shaming, remember? What would you say if one of these guys here actually wanted to get pounded in the ass by his three buddies? Would you fault him for that just because it’s different than what you would want? Don’t be such a hypocrite," Laz said, shaking his head.
"I don’t even know you and somehow you’ve already pissed me off within the first two minutes of meeting you. Why the hell did your scrawny ass walk down this alley anyway. I was at least hoping for a rich, ripped guy to show up and take me back to his penthouse after dealing with these losers," the young woman said in an exasperated tone.
"Then why are you out here in the middle of the day? Don’t you know all the rich pricks go around at nights in a town like this?" Laz shot back, still ignoring the dumbfounded guys around him and her.
"I have work tonight. I can’t miss that just for a chance to maybe meet a nice sugar daddy."
"A sugar daddy? Based on your accent I can only assumed your parents must have moved here after you were born. Wouldn’t finding something like a sugar daddy be an attack on their culture?"
"What do you know? A rich man who will provide for me will also provide for my parents. How else will I get them to leave me alone about an arranged marriage," she said back, surprised at how easily she was speaking to this stranger.
"Ah... Ok. Well... can’t fault you there. Still, these broke bastards aren’t what you are looking for."
"Obviously. Thanks for your wonderful American insight."
"Always a pleasure to help a somewhat attractive foreign visitor."
"Only somewhat? You ass..."
"SHUT THE FUCK UP!" The bald guy said, clearly on the verge of losing his shit.
"Yeah yeah. You want some help?" Laz asked the girl, ignoring the bald man’s quick decent into rage.
"NO. I actually got distracted by you and let them ruin a perfectly good blouse. So I’m going to blow off some steam and you’re going to wait right there until I’m done. I have a question for you," she said, tying back her silky black hair.
"Right right. Don’t kill them though. I don’t need a mess to clean up. I just fucking got here," Laz said, leaning back against the wall and pulling a bottle of water out of his storage pouch.
The rag guy and the camo hat guy stared at Laz with a death glare and were going to attack him when they heard the sounds of a loud grunt along with the breaking of glass and thump of flesh hitting pavement.
Turning over, they saw that their bald leader and long bearded brother were both on the ground and not moving. Watching their ’prey’ dust off her hands caused them both to panic as the rag guy brought his gun up and aimed it at her. Laz kicked a rock that was sitting near his foot sending it flying and hitting the armed bastard in the back of his head, causing him to fall over onto the gun. With a muffled band, the gun went off and his body twitched several times before going limp.
Seeing this, the camo hat guy started backing up, obviously to make a dash for it.
"You should probably stop him..." Laz said, taking a swig from his water bottle.
The woman was on him before he took two steps back, smashing his head to the ground with a thunk.
"Didn’t I say don’t kill him?" Laz asked, sensing the man was still alive.
"You’re the one who killed someone... asshole."
"Woh. Easy their tiger. He shot himself. I had nothing to do with it," Laz said back, defensively.
"Right. Sure. Whatever."
"Sides. Guy pulled a gun at the first sign of a struggle. Either he’s killed before or he will one day. In that aspect, I just saved a life or got revenge for a wronged soul. Either way my conscious is clear."
"Stupid western logic if you ask me."
"Hence why I’m not asking you. Well. Time for me to go. Enjoy robbing them." Laz said, standing straight and making for the main street.
"You’re just leaving like that?" The woman said as she quickly but expertly stole the cash from each of their wallets before putting them back where she found them, wearing gloves the entire time.
"Yep. This business has nothing to do with me miss honey trap."
"Why don’t I like the sound of that?"
"Cause it wasn’t a complement."
"Wait up..." She said, running to catch up to him.
"Hold Up. My women have told me I can’t be bringing anyone else home so you’ll have to find your sugar daddy elsewhere."
"Like you even have a few dollars to your name."
"Hurtful... Very hurtful."
"Did you say ’your women?"
"Ack. Begone she demon. I’ll not have sex with you..."
"FUCK YOU!"
"I ALREADY SAID NO!"
"Stop arguing in public. You’re bothering the other patrons," said a male police officer that was eating at a cafe they had been walking past.
"Mam. What happened to your clothing?" The female officer who had been sitting with him asked.
"This guy is a rough son of a bitch with no respect for a young woman," the young woman ’pouted playfully’ while grabbing Laz’s arm.
"Hey. You said you wanted to be raped in an alley. Don’t blame me for giving you your birthday present early..." Laz said back not missing a beat.
"You fucking bastard..." she responded, clearly pissed but still hanging on to his arm since she knew if she let go, things would stop looking like a couples spat and start to look suspicious.
"Just stop and leave these sort of things for the bedroom," the female officer said while the male officer tried not to choke on his sandwich.
"Sure thing miss. And might I say I love that woman in a uniform vibe you have going on. Hey baby. What do you say to dressing up like that and teaching me to respect the law?" Laz said to the young woman who was still clinging on to him.
"Only if you’ll finally let peg you instead of just asking me to stick my fingers up your ass cause you’re feeling playful," she said back, not even bothering to spare Laz’s dignity.
"ENOUGH. JUST GO!"
"Whatever. Lets go back to the apartment and try out that monster dildo that you’ve been begging me for since a water bottle is too small for your ass now."
"Only if you stop calling me mommy while wearing a diaper and shitting yourself."
"FUCKING GO ALREADY."
