“Sarina, are you done pulling that front end for Mr. Lang?”

Sarina picks up her walkie-talkie and presses the button “I’m almost done pulling the front. I have one more bolt to remove.”

Sarina wipes the sweat from her forehead as she waits for a response. She knew Jordan could be a royal pain in the ass when it came to pulling parts. Most of the guys she worked with, treated her indifferently. They didn’t care what she use to be.

“Well, hurry up and get that part up here to the customer.”

“Roger.” Sarina puts the walkie-talkie back in her tool bucket.

She crawls back under the car and removes the last bolt. She saves the bolts just in case the customer needs them. She pulls the part out from under the car and puts it in the wheel barrow she uses.

Sarina was still getting used to her new breasts. It cost her some serious money to have her chest enlarged. She walks into the office with the part and over to the counter.

“Here you go, one sub-frame support for a 97 Chevy Impala.” Sarina leans it up against the front of the counter.

Mr. Lang looks at it. He kneels in front of it and inspects it for any damage. He stands back up and looks at Sarina “it looks good.”

“Thanks. If you need the bolts, I managed to save them as well.” Sarina puts the bolts in a Ziplock sandwich bag. She hands the bag to Mr. Lang.

“Thank you, Ms.”

“You’re welcome.” Sarina turns around and heads back out to the yard and starts working on another project.

She works on pulling parts that are commonly asked for. Around lunchtime, Sarina clocks out and heads towards her small pick-up truck. She had a few errands to run during her lunch break.

The first place she had to stop at was the local fabric store to pick up several bolts of fabric and accessories she needed. She had a couple of dresses she needed to make for her drag show. She stops at the Post office and picks up a package waiting for her.

It was a part she needed for the 1982 Pontiac TransAm she was restoring. She was almost done with restoring the car. Once she was done at the Post office, she glances at the time on her cellphone and notices she had twenty minutes left on her lunch break. She stops at Wendy’s and buys two double-decker hamburgers and eats them on the way back to work.

By the time she clocks in, she still had seven minutes left. She walks over to the work orders hanging behind the counter. She searches through the work orders to see which ones needed to be completed right away and which ones could wait a day. There were at least four that needed to be done by tomorrow. She grabs the work orders and her tool bucket. She also grabs the wheel barrel she normally uses and heads out into the yard to pull parts.

The rest of the afternoon, she pulls parts and marks them. She attaches tags to them with whom they are for and what car or vehicle they go to. By the time she tags the last part, it was quitting time.

“What are your plans for tonight, Sarina?” Cameron looks over towards Sarina as she clocks out.

“I have a few things I need to do this evening.” Sarina didn’t have to perform tonight at the club she normally worked at.

“Don’t you ever stop working?” Cameron watches Sarina.

“Nope, I always have projects going on. Are you and Cookie going out tonight?” Sarina couldn’t believe Cameron was dating a woman that goes by the name of Cookie.

“Yep, we’re going out for dinner and later, taking in a movie.” Cameron has already selected the movie.

“Good luck.” Sarina walks out to her pick-up truck and secures her work bucket in the bed of the truck.

She gets in and heads towards her house. On the way home, she stops at Big Boy’s and picks up a meal for dinner. She didn’t feel like cooking anything.

When Sarina arrives home, she parks her pick-up truck in the driveway. She grabs everything and remotely opens her front door and heads inside her house.

“Goggle, turn lights on.” Sarina continues to walk into the house.

The lights automatically turn on as Sarina continues into the house. The special lights that she installed were controlled by the goggle voice dot system. She walks into her workroom and puts everything she bought to construct a new dress in there. Once she was done with that, she heads into the living room and set her dinner on the living room table.

She takes her work boots off and her work pants off. She takes her work shirt off so that the only thing she was wearing was her bra, undershirt, and panties. She opens the container that held her dinner and started eating it. She couldn’t wait to get started on her new dress for her performance on Thursday.

“Hey Goggle, play songs by Tom Petty.”

“Playing songs by Tom Petty.”

Sarina listens to the music playing while eating her dinner. She was lucky that the inheritance she received from her aunt Sara paid for the house. Otherwise, she would have to find a cheap studio apartment. Her pay from the salvage yard was minimum wage. Which for her was twelve fifty an hour.

She used some of the money to pay for her SRS surgery and to have some cosmetic surgery done to make her look more like a woman. She wanted her breasts to be the same size as her cousin Kelli. Her cousin and she were close and would give her some of her clothes to wear when she was younger.

They uses to play all sorts of pranks at school and go on double dates. She would dress up as a girl with her cousin's help. They would either date guys from another high school or a few times they went out with single men. None of the men they dated knew she was male. Her cousin
taught her everything a girl should know. Not even her parents knew what she was doing.

They worked for Hooters and the manager didn’t know she was a male at the time. Her cousin went on to become a cheerleader for an NFL football team. On the other hand, she started doing drag shows and working at the junkyard. She loved cars and would go to different junkyards or salvage auctions and buy cars to repair. Some of them she kept for herself, while some she sold.

Sarina loved her car collection and went to some of the cars shows to show them off. After she finishes her dinner, she throws her trash away and takes a nice relaxing soak. She keeps listening to the music from goggle, but she had it playing her favorite playlist.

She so loved soaking after a hard day’s work. At least tomorrow won’t be too bad. She looks down at her new breasts and liked the fact she was the same size as her cousin. Now they looked similar to each other.

When the water starts getting cold, she gets out and dries off. She pulls the drain plug and lets the tub drain. As the tub drain, she blow-dries her hair and runs a brush through it. She hated her natural hair color. But the last time she had her hair dyed blonde, it didn’t look right on her.

So, now she highlighted her light brown hair. She kept it short because it was easier to take care of. Plus, it didn’t get tangled up when she had to crawl under cars.

Once Sarina is done with her hair, she heads to bed. She places her cellphone on the wireless charger and turns the music off playing over the goggle dot in her bedroom. She snuggles down under her blankets and falls asleep.

The next few days are miserable for Sarina. If it's not the high temperatures and humidity making things worse for her. It’s the rain that comes down a day later, turning the junkyard into one big mud puddle. Somehow mud manages to get inside her work coveralls. Plus, she is soaked to the bone as well.

Eric is one of the counter people in the office. He keeps giving her the wrong parts to pull and, on several occasions the wrong section of the yard where the car or truck is located. She knew the yard pretty well and tried telling him he was wrong, but he threatens to fire her if she didn’t do what he said. So, she did what he said and took her time.

He was the one that the customer was going to fuss out, not her. Most of the customers that came to the junkyard knew her and knew how smart and right she was most of the time. If there was one thing her customers knew. They knew she had the knowledge that could help them.

One day while Sarina is sitting inside the office enjoying her lunch. Eric comes over to her with a broom and several cleaning rags “I need for you to sweep and dust everything in here.”

Sarina looks up at Eric “that’s your job. You’re the customer service counter person, not me.”

“And I’m making it your job now.” Eric shoves the broom and cleaning rags towards her.

Sarina looks at the broom and cleaning rags. She knew Bob Cornelius wouldn’t allow an asshole like Eric to do this carp to her. She stands up off the upturned five-gallon bucket she was using for a seat and looks at Eric.

“Look, it's your job, so do it.” Sarina wasn’t going to put up with Eric’s stuff today. She was already fed up with his carp.

Eric steps closer to Sarina “I gave you an order and I expect you to do the work. Otherwise, you can take the rest of the day off.”

A sly smile appears on Sarina’s “if you insist.”

Sarina starts gathering what was left of her lunch. She flips the bucket she had been using as a seat and grabs her work bucket that held her tools. Just as she was walking towards the time clock.

“What are you doing?” Eric watches Sarina as she reaches for her timecard.

“Clocking out. You did say I could take the rest of the day off.” Sarina clocks out.

“That’s not what I said.” Eric was getting angry.

“Well, maybe next time you should clarify yourself.” Sarina looks at eric and could tell he was getting angry with her.

“I’ll make sure you are fired.” Eric knew when he threatens to fire her, she always did what he said.

“I hate to tell you this, smartass. But you don’t have the authority to fire me. There are only four people who work here that have that authority.
And all of them like how I work. So, go and sit on a stick shift.” Sarina starts walking towards the front door.

She walks out to her truck and heads towards the gay bar she performs at. It was called Rainbow Cocktails. She finds a parking space near the entrance, which was normally impossible to get. She was glad that the rain had slacked off some.

She walks into the place and over to the bar. The bar was in the center of the club so the bartenders who worked it could serve customers on both sides of the room. She spots Debbie behind the bar. She walks over and takes a seat on the stools.

Debbie was busy pouring a drink for a customer when she spots Sarina take a seat at the bar. She knew it was too early for Sarina to be at the club. Normally, she was at work until six in the evening. Once she serves the customer, she walks over to Sarina.

“You’re here early. Did you get fired or something?” Debbie looks at Sarina. She has known her since she was born.

“No, I still have a job. I just did what the prick at work told me to do. I need a rum and coke, please.” Sarina wanted a stiff drink.

“No problem.” Debbie starts making a rum and coke for Sarina.

Sarina spins around on the stool as she looks at who was in the club. She’s never been in the club at this hour before.

“Here’s your drink, sweetie.” Debbie places the drinking glass in front of Sarina.

“Thanks.” Sarina picks it up and takes a sip from it.

Debbie watches the expression on Sarina’s face as she swallows the drink. She could tell she made the drink the way Sarina liked it.

“You’re welcome. So, who pissed you off today?” Debbie knew it took a lot to make Sarina mad.

“Eric Newman did. The prick wouldn’t know what a wrench was if it hit him on the side of the head.” Sarina takes another sip of her drink.

“Does he pull parts or something?” Debbie knew when Sarina wasn’t performing at the club, she worked at the salvage yard pulling parts.

Sarina looks at Debbie’s face “he thinks because he is at the counter helping customers, he can boss me around or get me to do his chores.”

“He sounds like a real butt head.”

“What did he do to you today?” Debbie knew Sarina worked her butt off for Richie. He was the owner of the salvage yard.

“He wanted me to sweep and dust the customer area for him after I finished lunch. He could have done it since we had no customers in the shop. It wasn’t like he was doing anything, anyway.” Sarina takes another sip of her drink.

“Would you have done it for him, if you guys had customers?”

“Sure, I don’t mind helping out. But we had no one in the shop and would have taken him all of twenty minutes to properly sweep and dust the
shop. Even if he did a lousy job, it would have taken him ten minutes.” Sarina knew how long it took to clean the customer area.

Debbie watches as Sarina finishes her first rum and coke and orders another one. She knew Sarina could pack away a few drinks. She spots a customer motion for her.

“I’ll be back.” Debbie walks off.

“No problem.” Sarina turns around on her stool and watches the customers.

She wishes that Juan would get rid of Eric. She knew it wouldn’t happen because Eric was the cousin of James Day. James was good friends with Wayne and played poker with him sometimes on Fridays.

A smile appears on her face when she thinks about the last poker game, she played against them. She wiped the floor with them and the two others that had been at the game. Her uncle taught her how to play poker before he died while rescuing a baby in a burning building.

He played against some of the best poker players around the world. There was one player he could never beat. The player was a woman from Virginia Beach, Va. She won the biggest pot of cash there was. She wonders what happened to that woman?

She turns back around to face the bar and drinks her second drink. When that one is done, she orders another drink and a hamburger with onion rings to go with it. Sarina spends the rest of the afternoon and into the evening at the bar drinking and snacking. A few times she gets hit on, but she wasn’t in the mood for any company, besides Debbie.

Later, a few of her drag buddies show up and she goes to sit with them at a table that had been a reserve for them. Stephanie Staton took real good care of her performers. She was a former performer herself before she was attacked one night. Her attackers beat her within an inch of her life and left her for dead in a trashcan.

She was lucky that the trashman that normally picked up her trash, spotted her and called the police. She spent weeks in the hospital, but the police did manage to find her attackers and charge them with a hate crime. She sued them and won. That was how she managed to afford to open this club.

She had another business that did the catering and sold sandwiches. The sandwiches that came out of that store were famous and had been featured on television by a famous chef. He visited her delicatessen and loved five of her sandwiches. He didn’t have time to try all of them, but the ones he did try. He bragged about it on television. After that, the place became extremely popular.

Sarina stays and watches a few of her drag friends perform. When it approaches midnight, she gets up and drives home. She was still feeling a little tipsy, but wasn’t so drunk she could drive safely home.

When she walks into her house. She strips out of the clothes she was wearing and left them laying on the floor of the living room and hallway leading to her bedroom. By the time her head hits her pillow, she is out of it.

The next day when Sarina walks into the shop to clock in. There is a note on her time card for her to come to Richie’s office. It wasn’t the first time he has left a post-it on her time card. She clocks in and heads towards Richie’s office. The door was closed, so she knocked on it.

“Enter.” Richie looks at his office door when he hears someone knock on it.

He watches as Sarina walks into his office. A smile appears on his face “close the door behind you, kiddo.”

“Okay.” Sarina closes the door behind her.

Afterward, she walks over to Richie’s desk and sits down in the chair in front of it. She looks at him “am I in some trouble?”

“No, you're fine. I just wanted to see if you’re free this weekend. I and the guys are getting together over at my place for a poker game. We were wondering if you would like to come over and play?”

“Do you want me to beat you guys as bad as I did last time?” Sarina wanted to see how badly he wanted her to play.

“You think you can do it again?” Richie leans forward to look at Sarina.

Sarina leans forward and looks into Richie’s brown eyes “you bet.” An evil smile appears on her face.

“You’re on.”

“What time is the game and when?” Sarina had the weekend off from work.

“This Saturday at seven o’clock.” Richie was glad he could talk Sarina into the game.

“I’ll be there. Is there anything else you want to talk to me about?” Sarina was curious.

“Do you mean about yesterday?” Richie got an earful from Eric this morning.

“Yes.”

“Tell me what happened, so I’ll have your side of the story.” Richie wouldn’t fire Sarina. She was a friend of the family and have been working at the salvage yard since she was seventeen years old.

Sarina tells her side of what happened yesterday. Afterward, she looks at Richie to see what he thinks.

“You have nothing to worry about, Sarina. You handle the problem the way I thought you would. If you have any more trouble with Eric, let me know.”

“Okay and thanks, Richie.” Sarina gets up and walks out of the office.

She grabs a couple bottles of water and puts them in a bucket. She fills the bucket with ice just before walking outside. She knew the day was going to be hot and humid as hell.

She spots Eric cleaning the customer area like he should have done yesterday. A smile appears on her face as she walks outside. Sarina just shakes her head as she goes to pull parts.

Sarina spends all day outside pulling parts. She drinks all the bottles of water she had and when she stops for lunch. She grabs some more bottles of water to put in her ice bucket.

Sarina is worn out by the time she clocks out. She still had a performance to put on later tonight at the club. She clocks out and heads home to shower, and shave. She grabs the dress she finished designing and everything she needs to do the number she had planned for tonight.

Unlike most drag queens, she could sing. So, she planned on singing tonight on stage. She hopes the customers like her performance.

Sarina takes her stuff out to her truck and puts it in the cab. She gets in and drives to Rainbow Cocktails. When Sarina arrives, she notices the parking lot was packed. She manages to find a parking space in the back of the parking lot.

“I should have gotten here earlier.” Sarina grabs her stuff and heads towards the entrance.

As she got near the entrance, she notices Bear was at the door. He was dressed in black leather and showing off his muscular chest.

“Hey, Bear.”

“Hey, Sarina. Are you performing tonight?” He notices her makeup case.

“Yep, can I go in?” Sarina wanted to go inside and start getting ready.

“Yeah.” Bear stamps Sarina’s hand and lets her pass by him.

Sarina stops and places a kiss on Bear’s cheek. “Thanks.”

A smile appears on Bear’s face as he watches Sarina walk into the place. He liked her and if he wasn’t already married. He might consider dating her.

Sarina makes her way to the dressing room. There were six other drag queens in there. She recognizes all of them.

“Boy! They will let anyone in here.” Sarina sits down at the only available makeup table not taken.

She hurries up and prepares herself. She doesn’t go on for another two hours, but she still needs to hand her music to the DJ and make sure she is made up properly. Once she has her makeup on and the outfit she was going to wear.

Sarina locates Dr. Fever “hey, here’s my music for tonight.” As she hands the thumb drive to Dr. Fever.

Dr. Fever smiles at Sarina as he accepts the thumb drive. He liked when she sang on stage.

“What song are you performing tonight?”

“My give a damn is busted by Terri Clark.” Sarina liked that song a lot.

“That’s a good song. Anything else, darling?” Dr. fever knew Sarina loved performing.

“I’m here for the party by Gretchen Wilson.” Sarina was in a country mood tonight.

“Oh, you are trying to get the crowd going tonight.” A smile appears on Dr. Fever’s face.

“You bet.” Sarina returns the smile.

“Break a leg, darling.”

“Thanks.” Sarina turns to leave.

For the next few hours, Sarina has fun out on stage performing. She gets the crowd all pumped up and does the third song. The last one was by Terri Clark and it was the world just needs a drink. That song increased the bar business big time when she started singing it.

Once she changes out of her clothes and takes off all the makeup she was wearing. She counts her money and realizes she brought in over two thousand dollars. A smile appears on her face because she was going to use the money for the poker game this weekend over at Richie’s place.

Sarina covers up a yawn as she heads towards her pickup truck. She was feeling proud of herself and was humming the tune to girls lie too. She was thinking about performing that song next week. She was glad she had her job at the salvage yard. It meant she didn’t have to perform a lot like some of the other girls.

She manages to get to her truck without any problems and head home for the night. Tomorrow was Friday and that meant payday. She figures after she fills her truck up with gas, pays some bills, and goes to Applebee’s tomorrow night for dinner. She should have at least a hundred and fifty dollars left over. Three-quarters of that should cover her groceries.

Sarina drives home and pulls into her driveway. She heads inside the house and gets ready for bed. As she snuggles under the covers, she dreams of a nice warm beach and several muscular men serving her. A smile appears on her face.

When Sarina arrives at work the next morning. She notices that her friend Jordan had bought donuts for everyone. They were the good ones that came from Molly’s Bakery.

“Sorry Sarina, you don’t get a paycheck this week.” Jordan looks at Sarina as he says those words.

“Stop playing and give me my paycheck.” Sarina knew Jordan was joking around with her.

“Why? You’re are just going to lose it tomorrow night.” Jordan was going to be at the poker game.

“Don’t you mean you’re going to lose yours?” An evil smile appears on Jordan’s face.

“Yeah, we will.” Sarina folds her check in half and puts it in her purse.

During lunch, she goes to her bank and deposits the check. She was going to keep the cash she got last night to use in the poker game. While she is at lunch, she pays some bills and puts fuel in her truck. She stops at a Jack in a Box to get some lunch. She also stops at AutoZone to buy some more car wax and a few other items.

By the time lunch is over, Sarina drives back to work. She still had a transmission to pull and the heads off a Ford Bronco as well. She parks her truck and grabs her wheel barrel that had everything she needed in it. She gets one of the forklift drivers to lift the car she needs to pull the transmission off of.

The transmission takes her most of the afternoon to pull. She had to use the torch a few times on the bolts holding the converter to the flywheel. She manages to get them off without any problems. When she is ready to drop it, she gets some help from Thomas. He was built like a Spartan warrior and had muscles to spare.

After pulling the transmission. She goes to pull the heads off the Ford Bronco. The bolts gave her some trouble, but she didn’t need to use the torch. She had a nice long pipe that gave her enough leverage to break the bolts free.

There were times she hated being short and weaker than the guys she worked with. She was just glad that she learned a few tricks from the guys over the years. She manages to get everything tagged and marked before clocking out.

“What are your plans for tonight, Sarina?” Jordan looks over towards Sarina as she stood by the time clock.

“Install the new part I got for my Trans-Am and after that, take it for a test drive.” Sarina wanted to finish that car up and add it to her collection.

“How many cars do you own now?” Jordan forgot that Sarina collected cars.

“The Trans-Am will make six. I have the cars from the Dukes of Hazzard show, The pickup truck Lee Majors drove in Fall Guy, and my father’s
pride and joy. The 1949 Cadillac Series 62 Coupe de Ville.” Sarina’s father loved that car. He left it to her in the will he prepared should something happen to him at work.

“I forgot that you had that car. That’s a big car for a small person like you to drive.” A teasing smile appears on Jordan’s face.

“I know, but it runs like a dream and I like driving it to car shows.” Sarina knew Jordan was right. She had to use a booster seat to drive it.

After work, Sarina heads home to work on her Trans-Am. She wanted to finish the job she started on it. Once she arrives home, she goes to work. It takes her two hours to finish the job. She grabs the keys to the car and starts the motor. At first, it doesn’t want to turn over, but when she tries a second time, it starts.

She pulls it out of the garage and drives it around to make sure everything works right. It looks like the original Bandit car, but it wasn’t. It was one of the stunt cars the filming crew used. Just like her General Lee car was one of the original stunt cars that had been restored.

The guy who restored it did a good job. But there were still a lot more that she had to do to it when she bought it from him. Now it ran like it did when they used it in the television series.

Sarina goes by Applebee’s for takeout and heads home with it. She parks the Trans-Am next to the Lee Major truck. She takes a picture of it, before closing everything up and locking it.

Sarina walks inside the house to enjoy her dinner. After dinner, she takes a nice relaxing bath and lays down in bed. She watches a movie until she falls asleep with the television still on.

The next morning, she has breakfast and pulls each of the cars out to be washed and waxed. She gives her father’s old car a little bit more care than she does the others. She remembers him driving it in parades and taking it to car shows. It always drew a crowd, because of how big it was and well preserved it was.

Once all the cars have been cleaned and run them for a while to circulate the fluids and charge their batteries. She goes grocery shopping. Sarina couldn’t believe how busy the store she had gone to was today. Sure, they had several specials going on, but nothing to draw the crowd it had.

While she was shopping, she recognizes some of the men that come down to the salvage yard. Some of them look different than they did when she saw them last. Instead of being covered in grease and such. They were cleaned up and shopping with their wife and kids.

A smirk appears on her face when she spots a guy named Jeff Martian shopping with his wife and five kids. He had four girls and one little boy. His wife looked like she could use a break from all of them as they shopped. The oldest girl looked like she was twelve years old.

Which was the age she realized that she should have been born a girl, instead of a boy. It was weird when her parents discovered that she liked wearing girl clothes. They caught her dressed as a girl by her cousin. She was enjoying it a lot and fooled a lot of people.

A smirk appears on her face as she thinks about how many times she and her cousin pulled pranks on people. They were so much alike in everything they did. She had to give her cousin credit for letting her know herself better.

Sarina finishes shopping and checks out. She had a poker game to get to later this evening. As Sarina is walking out to her truck. She stops to admire a fully restored Chevy Nova someone had parked near her. The car looked nice and from just looking at it, it looked like someone had done some custom work to it. The windows were tinted, so she couldn’t see inside them.

“It’s a Beast.” Jake spotted a woman with short light brown hair looking at his Chevy Nova.

He could tell she knew about cars from the way she looked at his car. He watches as she runs her fingers along the body. She lets out a low whistle “nice lines.”

“That she is. Do you normally go around parking lots looking at old cars?”

“Only the ones that catch my eyes. What size motor do you have under the hood?”

“The Chevy 572. She’s putting out about seven hundred horsepower.”

“Wow!” Sarina knew how much that motor cost. Plus, he would have to change out the transmission and rear axle as well.

“You should come down to the track sometime and watch me race this car.” Jake wonders if she’ll come.

“Maybe I will. By the way, what is your name?” Sarina looks at Jake for an answer.

“Jake Wilson. I work over at Heavy’s Motorsport. What’s yours?”

“Sarina Gibbs. I work over at the salvage yard.”

“I thought I recognized you. I bet you come across a lot of old cars.” Jake has been there a few times.

“Not as much as I use to. Most of the older cars have been replaced with cars from the late ’80s and up.” Sarina noticed how the cars have changed since she started.

“Well, I guess I have to visit you some more.” Jake smiles at Sarina.

“I’ll see you.” Sarina walks to her truck and loads her groceries into the bed of the truck. She secures them so nothing goes flying.

Sarina drives home to put everything away and get ready for her poker game tonight. She spends the rest of the day cleaning the house and doing laundry. That way tomorrow she can sleep in and watch a few movies later in the day.

07:00 P.M. Richie’s House:
Sarina is the first to arrive at Richie’s place. She parks on the street, instead of in the driveway. She gets out of her truck and walks up to the front door and rings the doorbell. After a few seconds, the front door opens.

Richie hears his doorbell ring. He heads towards the front door and notices Sarina was on the other side of the door. He opens the front door “you’re early.”

“I know. I wanted to see who my victims are tonight.” Sarina smiles at Richie as she walks into his house.

“Well, we have a beer, liquor, and soda. Also, snacks, subs, and fresh chicken wings for everyone.” Richie had done a store run and went by the Wing Shack to pick up a hundred wings of various flavors for the poker game.

“Cool.” Sarina spotted the poker game table already set up and ready to go.

For the next twenty minutes, everyone that had been invited arrives. A big smile appears on Jordan’s face when he spots Sarina drinking a soda.

“Ready to lose all your money?”

“We’ll see.” Sarina takes a sip from her soda.

Everyone takes a seat at the poker table, after grabbing a drink. Richie looks at everyone present “you already know the rules and how much the chips are worth. So, let's see the cash before we begin.”

Everyone pulls their cash out and receives their chips from Richie. He puts the money in a lockbox. Once he is done with that, he starts dealing with the cards. They start with five-card stud.

For the first thirty minutes, Sarina loses on purpose. She is observing everyone looking for their tells. She already knew her bosses and Jordan’s. It was the other three players she didn’t know. One guy reminded her of Uncle Jessie from Dukes of Hazzard. The second guy, she was able to pick up his tells after four hands. He was slick, but he messed up and she got him. The last guy, she noticed would start drinking a lot when he had a terrible hand.

A smile appears on her face as she prepares herself for the next hand. Now that she has everyone’s tells, she was going to enjoy the game. She places her bet as she gets into the game.

Several hands later, Jordan looks at Sarina “I think I liked it better when you were losing.”

“Hey, I had several bad hands.” Sarina wasn’t about, to tell the truth to Jordan.

Sarina continues to either bluff her way through the game or beat the other players. She had gone from losing a lot of money to winning almost every hand. There were a few times she got bluffed or beaten by the guy that looked like Uncle Jessie.

The game was getting to the point where they were knocking other players out of the game. Richie was the first to leave the game. He couldn’t believe he was already out of money. The next person was one of the newbies. He thought he had a good hand until the Jessie fellow beat
him. The next newbie lost as well. That left Sarina, Jordan, and the Jessie fellow.

“Sorry about this, Jordan.” Sarina lays her hand down and had four aces, King high.

“Damn! I should have stopped when I still had a lot of money left.” Jordan couldn’t believe Sarina beat him. He was hoping to beat her.

“Looks like it's you, Mr. Penn and Sarina.” Richie knew how good Mr. Penn was.

“I think your right, Richie.” Mr. Penn smiles at Sarina.

“Bring it, old man.” Sarina was feeling lucky tonight.

The next few hours it bounces between Sarina winning and Mr. Penn winning. The last hand was winner takes all and there was a lot of cash on the table.

“Let’s see what you have, Mr. Penn.” Saina didn’t reveal anything about her hand.

Mr. Penn lays down a straight flush. He had a big smile on his face.

“Damn! That’s the best hand I have seen all night.” All the men couldn’t believe it.

“That’s a very good hand, Mr. Penn. However, I think I have you beat.” Sarina lays down a royal flush of diamonds.

“Damn! Sarina. Remind me to never invite you back.” Richie couldn’t believe how good Sarina did.

“Young lady, I submit to you.” A huge smile appears on Mr. Penn’s face.

Sarina looks at Jordan “I told you I would beat you again.”

“Yeah, yeah. I’m not playing cards with you again.” Jordan just smiles at Sarina.

A few hours later, Sarina gets her money and heads home. She had a big ole smile on her face. She enjoyed herself and wouldn’t mind doing it again. Once she arrives home, Sarina puts the money away and puts on her nightclothes.

As she lays down in bed. A pleasant feeling fills her as she drifts off to sleep.

Notice: This story follows Lover of Cars and Poker.

Richie’s House:
Sarina pulls all the money she just won towards her with her right arm. A big smile was plastered on her face.

“You would think she would be losing with her left arm in a cast.” Richie looks at Sarina as she pulls her winning towards her.

“Hey, my arm is the only thing broken, not my brain.” Sarina hurt her arm at work while pulling a front end off a Honda Accord.

She fell backwards on her ass and a bunch of rims that were stacked nearby fell and snap her left arm in three places. It’s only been three days since her accident and James and Richie informed her that she needed to take some time off or she was going to lose it.

“When is your flight to Las Vegas?” James looks at Sarina as she arranges the chips.

“Tomorrow afternoon at four. I’m going to be gone for five days.” Sarina thought she would try her luck at poker in Las Vegas.

“Well, why don’t we call it a night after three more hands.” Richie hopes he last that long.

“Fine with me. You guys know I’m going to use what I win here in Vegas don’t you?” Sarina smiles sweetly at her friends and boss.

“Yeah, yeah. Now just shut up and play.” Richie deals the cards since Sarina couldn’t.

Sarina felt sorry for the guys and loses the next two hands on purpose. On the last game the pot was getting big. Sarina listens to everyone as they bet. She looks at her cards and held four ace’s with king high.

“I’ll see your bet and raise you two hundred dollars.” Sarina tosses in her chips.

“Don’t do it Fred, she’s baiting you.” Jamie has figured out that when Sarina has a good hand, she bets high.

Fred looks across the table at the petite light brown hair woman sitting across from. She had a nice collection of chips in front of her from the seven hands she had won. He tries to read her but doesn’t get anything from her.

“Oh, come on, Fred. I don’t have all night.” Sarina smiles sweetly at Fred.

“Read them and weep.” Fred lays down his hand. He had four queens, jack high.

“I hate to do this to you, Fred.” Sarina lays her cards down and the smile on her face gets bigger.

“I told you to be careful, Fred.” James couldn’t believe the cards that Sarina laid down.

“I can’t believe she beat me again.” Fred sits back in his chair in disbelief. He watches as Sarina rakes the chips towards her.

“Look at it this way, Fred. It’s going to a good cause.” Sarina winks at Fred as she separates the chips and count how much she won.

She started the game with five hundred dollars and won close to five thousand dollars from the game. She was hoping for a big haul, because she was going to use it to play poker and blackjack in Las Vegas.

“If you say so. I want a rematch when you get back from Vegas.” Fred liked how spunky Sarina is.

“She might not have any money when she comes back.” Richie looks at Sarina when he says that.

“You might be right. The people there are card sharks.” Sarina hands her chips to Charlie to cash out.

Afterwards she bids everyone good night and drives home in her latest addition to her collection. The Rat Rod she rebuilt from the remains of one that someone sent to the junkyard she worked in. It was in bad shape when she got her hands on it and after putting a new motor,
transmission, seats, windshield, and a few other odds and ends. The Rat Rod was better than any of the other ones around.

Sarina drives home and park the Rat Rod in the garage. She had to have the garage expanded to store a few more cars she has acquired. She was paying close to four hundred dollars in car insurance, so she needed to win big in Vegas.

She checks her luggage and make sure she has everything she was taking with her. She was excited to be flying on an airplane for her first time. Plus, she was looking forward to seeing how she measured up against some of the professional poker players in Vegas.

She tucks the money she won at Richie’s house in a secret compartment in her purse. She strips out of her clothes and take a nice relaxing bath, since she couldn’t get her cast wet. She hopes the pins in her arm doesn’t set off the metal detectors at the airport.

Sarina slaps her alarm clock when it goes off. She was off and didn’t have to be up to catch her Uber until one in the afternoon. She goes back to sleep. She wakes up again around noon time. She rolls out of bed and does her morning business. Her mind was still asleep.

Sarina makes her bed and gets dress. Since the weather was a little cool outside, she puts on a nice blouse and a pair of slacks to wear. She slips on a pair of ankle boots that had a two-inch heel. She moves all her luggage to the foyer and make sure everything set properly to turn on and off.

Fifteen minutes till one, the Uber driver shows up. The person driving the SUV was a heavy-set black woman in her late twenties. She helps Sarina load her luggage into the SUV.

“Thanks!” Sarina gets in the back of the SUV.

“You’re welcome.” Ruth gets back behind the steering wheel.

“So, how long are you to be gone?” Ruth saw that the destination was the airport.

“For only a few days. I’m going to a meeting in Vegas.” Sarina knew to tell people exactly how long you’re going to be gone.

“I’ve been to Vegas before and lost most of my money.”

“What did you play?” Sarina was curious.

“The slots mostly. Remember to be careful if you play them.” Ruth learned her lesson.

“Thanks, I’ll do that.” Sarina sits back in the seat and relax as Ruth takes her to the airport.

Once they arrive at the airport, she gives Ruth a glowing review and a twenty-dollar bill for a tip.

“Thanks, Ruth.” Sarina waves goodbye as she hustles to get inside and go through the security check.

She checks her bags in and stand in line to be cleared. She shows her driver license with the star in the corner that is required to enter federal office buildings and airports. The NSA security officer scans her cast to make sure she wasn’t carrying anything inside of it.

They do pull her aside and have her wait for a few minutes along with several other people, but after a few minutes she is allowed to go. Sarina wonders what that was about as she rushes to the waiting area where her gate was. She looks around and watches as a few young kids run around, instead of staying with their mother.

After waiting for an hour, the plane starts to board. Sarina was feeling excited because this was her very first time flying. As she locates her seat, a middle-aged man comes up to her and ask if she wouldn’t mind trading his first-class seat with her so he could be close to his wife and kids.

“I don’t mind if the stewardess doesn’t mind.” Sarina didn’t mind being upgraded.

A stewardess comes up to them and approves the trade. Sarina follows her back up to first class and sits down next to an older gentleman.
The seat was next to the window. She makes herself comfortable and fasten her seat belt.

She listens to the stewardess as she explains everything. Afterward the stewardess asked what she would like to drink and eat. Also, if she would like a hot towel.

Sarina was loving the treatment she was getting. When the plane start taxing and lift off the tarmac, Sarina felt her stomach lift as they headed for the open skies. Once the plane was in the air. Her stomach felt normal. A huge smile appears on her face as she pulls her MP3 player out and listen to some music through her headphones.

Since it was going to be five hours before she lands. She pulls out the Popular Mechanic magazine she brought with her to read. She had a few others with her to keep her entertained. She also had a note pad with her to write ideas down for the next rat rod she was thinking about building.

Sarina pops a pain pill in her mouth when her arm starts hurting her. She asked her doctor to prescribe a pain pill that wasn’t addictive. She didn’t want to become addicted to Oxy or Methadone. She knew some of the mechanics that she works with were addicted to pain pills or cocaine.

After a few hours Sarina falls asleep. Just before they were schedule to land, a stewardess gently wakes Sarina.

“Ms. We’re about to land. You might want to put your stuff away and return the tray to the upright position.”

Sarina looks at the stewardess through sleep filled eyes. She shakes her head to clear the cobwebs away.

“Thank you, ma’am.” Sarina goes about putting everything away and returns the tray to its proper position.

Sarina braces herself for the landing and was amazed how smooth it felt. Once the plane came to a stop and they started letting people off.
She waits and finally exists the plane. She heads down to where her luggage should be arriving. She grabs a cart and when the luggage starts coming out, she grabs her bags and load them on the cart. She walks outside to flag a cab down.

“Where to ma’am?” An older gentleman looks at the young lady.

“The Bellagio hotel, please.” Sarina couldn’t wait to see what she was getting herself into.

“Yes ma’am.” Arthur knew the Bellagio had one of the best poker rooms around.

“Is this your first time in Vegas, ma’am?” Arthur looks at the young woman in the rear-view mirror.

“Does it show?” Sarina looks at the driver in the mirror.

Arthur chuckles before answering “a little. So, what happened to your arm if you don’t mind me asking?”

“A bunch of rims fell on it and broke my arm in three places.” Sarina wishes her arm hadn’t been crashed like it had been.

“Ouch! What were you doing to cause that to happen?” Arthur was curious what this young lady did.

“I work in a junk yard pulling parts. Normally, I’m a little bit more careful, but whoever stacked the rims, did a half ass job stacking them. I’m just
lucky it was my left arm, instead of me.” Sarina heard her arm snap when the rims fell on it.

“I would never take you as someone who worked in a junk yard. You look like more of an office worker.” Arthur saw how cute the young woman looked.

“Thanks, but I would get bored doing paperwork or answering phones all day. I enjoy being around a lot of steel and such.” Sarina has always had a thing for fast cars and working on them.

“Well, I hope you have a good time here in Vegas. A little advice, know when to walk away with money still in your pocket. I’ve seen too many people lose their shirts playing them slots and playing those game in these casinos.” Arthur has seen a lot of people become addicted to the games.

“Thanks, I’ll remember that.” Sarina had already decided how much she was willing to lose.

Arthur finally pulls up in front of the Bellagio hotel. “Let me help you with your luggage.” Arthur gets out of the cab to help Sarina.

The Bellagio Hotel, Las Vegas, Nevada:
“Thanks, Arthur. Here’s my fare and a little something for you.” Sarina gave Arthur thirty dollars over the fare.

“Thank you, ma’am.” Arthur pockets the money without looking at it. He shuts the trunk and gets back into his cab.

Sarina goes inside the hotel and is amazed at all the slot machines on the way in. She saw a few she wanted to try out after she checks in. She approaches the reception desk.

“How can I help you, Ms.?” Brenda spotted a young light brown hair woman with a cast on her left arm standing before the counter.

“I would like to check in please.” Sarina smiles at the middle age woman. She noticed the woman’s name was printed on the gold name tag on the woman’s chest.

“Your name?”

“The reservation is under Sarina Gibbs.” Sarina watches the woman as she types her name into the computer system.

“I have you booked in room 523 for five days.” Brenda grabs a room card and program it.

“Thank you.” Sarina watches as Brenda programs the card and checks her in.

“Can I see your Id, ma’am?” Brenda wonders how young Ms. Gibbs was.

“Sure.” Sarina shows her id card.

Brenda looks at it and notices she Ms. Gibbs was twenty-one years old. She hands the card back to Ms. Gibbs. “Thank you.”

“Any time.” Sarina knew why Brenda wanted to see her id.

“Here’s your room card, and if you need another card. Please let us know.” Brenda hands the room card to Sarina.

“Thanks, I will.” Sarina tucks the card into her pants pocket.

“Enjoy your stay, ma’am.” Brenda smiles as Sarina walks off.

“Thanks.” Sarina heads to where the elevators are.

While Sarina is waiting for the elevator, a man dressed wearing a black cowboy hat, dark jeans, shiny new cowboy boots, and western style shirt stands near her. He stood a good foot and a half taller than her. She smells the aroma of cigar smoke on him, along with the male perfume he was wearing. He was clean shave and had short black hair. She could tell he spent a lot of time outside like she did.

Damon notices a young light brown short hair woman with a pink cast on her left arm standing at the elevators. She had a luggage cart near her. She was a foot and half shorter than him. He could smell the light scent of jasmine coming off of her. She had dark skin like him from spending time outside in the sun.

Damon wonders how she broke her arm or did someone do it to her? He follows behind her when the elevator doors open. He avoids the luggage cart as he enters.

“What floor are you on?” Damon looks towards the young woman.

“Fifth floor.” Sarina looks at the gentleman and loved his western accent. She could tell by his accent that he was a true cowboy.

Damon pushes the fifth-floor button and then his floor, which was the tenth floor. He looks at her as the elevator travels upward. “First time visiting Vegas?”

“Yep, I’ve never been here before.” Sarina smiles at the gentleman talking to her.

“Well, I hope you enjoy your stay.” Damon liked how the young woman looked.

“Thanks.” Sarina notices the elevator stopped at her floor.

Damon smiles at the young woman as she exits from the elevator with the cart. He wonders if he’ll see her again. As he enjoys the ride up to his floor.

Sarina locates her room and unlocks the door with her key card. Once she is inside, she unloads the cart and leaves it outside her door to take back downstairs. She unloads her clothes and arrange everything the way she likes it. She covers up a yawn as she decides what she wants to do first. Her stomach reminds her that she hasn’t had anything to eat for the past seven hours.

“Food, first.” Sarina takes two hundred dollars from the hidden compartment inside her suitcase.

She heads back down to the lobby and goes to find some food. She plans on enjoying herself after she finishes eating. She has dinner at the Prime Steakhouse.

After dinner, Sarina was starting to feel a little tired. She catches a show, instead of playing the slot machines. After the show Sarina heads back up to her room and pop a pain pill after changing her clothes and lying in bed. In no time at all she is off to la, la, land.

The next morning when Sarina wakes up, it’s around noon time. Sarina looks at her cell phone and notices what time it was.

“God, I can’t believe I slept so late.” She takes a quick shower and get dress.

Instead of wearing her ankle boots, she slips on a pair of low heels instead. She checks herself out in the mirror and grab her purse and heads downstairs to grab some quick breakfast and to play the slots. She couldn’t wait to see how well she does with the slot machines.

After breakfast, Sarina tries her luck with the slots. She ends up putting twenty dollars into one machine and ends up winning twelve hundred back after a few hours of playing. She tries her luck at a more expensive machine and wins a big jack pot.

Sarina knew it was just pure luck that she managed to win fifty-five thousand dollars on that machine. By the time she quits, she has total winnings of seventy thousand dollars. She heads upstairs to her room and order room service for a late dinner. She also pops one of her pain pills into her mouth. Her left arm started to hurt while she was playing the slots.

The next day, Sarina does some exploring instead of staying at the hotel. She wanted to see some of the sites in Las Vegas and visit some of the drag lounges. She promised the girls at the bar she performs at that she would visit some of the drag lounges in Vegas. So, Sarina spends the day visiting the lounges and meeting new people.

By the time she arrives back at the Bellagio Hotel, she was worn out. The thing was, she was enjoying herself. Her left arm only hurt her a little bit today.

When Sarina wakes up the next morning, Sarina tries her luck at blackjack. She does pretty good at the blackjack tables. She ends up winning four thousand dollars. Some of the people she played against were amazed at her skill.

After her winnings, she calls it a night, because tomorrow she was going to see about getting into a private poker game. She orders room service again and while she is waiting, she calls the front desk and inquire about playing in the private rooms. She finds out that she needs at least twelve hundred dollars in order to be invited.

She makes arrangement with the front desk to show she has the cash to play. Afterwards, she counts her money and when her food arrives, she gives the waiter a tip. After eating, Sarina takes a pain pill and passes out from it.

Private Poker Room, Bellagio Hotel:
Sarina checks her appearance before leaving her hotel room. She decided to dress up and had her money in a small clutch hanging by her side. She had the required amount and a little extra just in case she lost all the money.

“Alright girl. This is the big time. Let’s see how well you do against some professionals.” Sarina takes a deep breathe before leaving her room.

She goes down to the front desk and ask for the person she was told to talk to. It was an older gentleman and he seemed friendly.

“Are you Ms. Sarina Gibbs?” Allen looks at the young light brown hair woman standing on the other side of the counter.

“Yes sir, I am. Are you the person I’m to give my cash to?” Sarina was feeling a little nervous.

“Yes, I am, but I need for you to read this agreement and sign that you understand the rules and regulation.” Allen hands a piece of paper to Sarina to read.

Sarina reads the piece paper carefully to make sure she doesn’t misunderstand or miss anything. She notices that the hotel takes the necessary taxes out and will give her the receipt for how much they took. After reading everything over, she signs it.

Allen looks the form over to make sure everything that needed to be initial was and that it had the signature and date on it. He scans it into the computer system and file it away.

“Your money?” Allen looks at Sarina waiting for her to compile.

Sarina digs the money out and hands it to him. She watches as he uses a machine to count it. After the machine verifies the amount, she is handed a tray of chips.

“Thank you.”

“You’re welcome. Now, if you will follow me.” Allen leads the way to the private room.

Sarina carries the chips with her as she follows the older gentleman. She wonders how busy the place will be. As she enters the room, she notices there were several games going on already. Waitress were carrying drinks to the table for some of the players.

At one table Sarina spots the cowboy she encountered in the elevator along with two other men. Allen leads her over to the table. “Gentlemen, may I introduce Sarina Gibbs. She’ll be your forth player.”

Damon looks at the young woman he encountered a few days ago and smiles. “Ma’am.”

An older gentleman that looked like uncle Jessie from the Dukes of Hazzard greets Sarina. The third man, whole was dressed like a government agent just nods his head towards Sarina.

“Gentlemen, thank you for letting me join you.” Sarina sits down directly across from the cowboy.

“A cutie like you is always welcome to our table. I hope you don’t mind losing your money, darling.” Damon smiles at Sarina.

“We’ll see.” Sarina hopes she is ready to seriously play. She steels herself and let the dealer at the table deal the cards.

Sarina loses the first four hands. Not because she was trying to learn the men tales, because the men were just that good. She was going to have to up her game.

“Are you sure you know how to play?” Frank looks at Sarina when he says that.

“I do. I’m just warming up.” Sarina starts getting serious.

The next six hands she starts wiping the table with the men. The guy that asked her if she knew how to play was the first person she wiped out. The next person with the Jessie Duke looks alike. She left him with ten dollars to his name.

Sarina looks at the cowboy “Do you want to continue playing or take a late lunch break?”

“I can go for a nice steak. We can always come back and play some more.” Damon liked how Sarina came back and showed she wasn’t a shrinking violet.

Both leave the room after cashing out their chips and having the taxes taken out. After receiving a receipt for the taxes, they head towards a steak house Damon found the other day. As Damon and Sarina are walking “so, how long have you been playing cards?”

“Since I was a teenager. My uncle taught me how to play. I uses to play for fun during lunch when I was in high school.” Sarina takes a bite of the steak she ordered. The damn thing cost seven-five dollars, but when she bit into it. It melted like butter and tasted extremely good.

Sarina was watching Damon eat his steak and she saw how much he was enjoying the steak. He had ordered a home brew beer to go with his steak dinner, where she ordered a nice wine to go with hers. She had a baked potato and a small salad, where Damon had a loaded potato and collars with his meal.

After dinner, they went dancing for a while, but headed back to playing poker. The private poker room didn’t close at all, and they ended up playing all night. Sarina lost a large amount of money to a professional player. However, just before she was going to call it a day. She wiped the floor with him and took all his money.

He had made a mistake and she jumped on it. She leaves him a hundred-dollar chip.

“Thank you.” She didn’t know if he lost on purpose or by accident.

He just smiles at Sarina as he watches her leave the room. She was tired and her left arm was hurting her. She rides the elevator with Damon, and he escorts her to her room.

“Call me when you wake up. We can go out dancing and enjoy ourselves.”

“Sounds good to me.” Sarina stand son her tip toes and gives Damon a kiss.

Damon returns the kiss. He holds her, so she doesn’t fall. After a few minutes he stops kissing her.

“Go get some sleep.” Damon kisses Sarina one more time before releasing Sarina.

“I will.” Sarina takes her room card out and open her door. She puts a little sass in her walk when she walks by him.

Damon smirks as he watches Sarina walk into her hotel room. After she was inside, and the door was shut. He heads upstairs towards his room to grab some sleep.

Sarina takes a pain pill and before she could even get undress, she falls on the bed sound asleep in her thong panties and matching lace bra. Sometime during the day, the hotel maid finds her passed out and helps rearrange her on the bed. It wasn’t the first time she has found a guest passed out.

When Sarina wakes up nine hours later. She finds herself on top of her covers still in her panties and bra. She figures between how tired she felt and the effects of the pain pill. She passed out without getting under the covers.

She stumbles into the shower and takes a shower to wake up. Once she was awake, she calls Damon and arranges to meet him downstairs in the lobby. She puts on her sexist undergarments and dresses as sexy as she can. She was planning on having some fun tonight.

The next morning Sarina wakes up sore between her legs with a salty taste in her mouth. She was naked and laying on top of someone. She looks and notices that she was lying on top of Damon. He had his arm wrapped around her waist.

There was a stickiness between her legs and her butt cheeks, which hurt. Her head was hurting her and so was her left arm as well. She wonders what stupid things she and Damon do last night. She turns her head to look at her left hand and saw she had a huge ass diamond ring on her ring finger.

When she goes to get out of bed, Damon’s grip tightens on her waist. He pulls her over his naked body to the other side of the bed. Sarina feels Damon loosen his grip as he gets out of bed and stumbles towards the bathroom to relieve himself.

Sarina looks around the room while waiting for him to finish. Her bladder was ready to release its contents. She spots a wedding dress, her panties, and a bra she didn’t remember wearing. Her head felt like someone was banging drums on the inside of her skull.

Sarina couldn’t take the pain any longer and looks around the room for her purse. She spots her purse laying on the floor. She slides out of bed and crawl on all fours over to it. Every movement she felt pain from both her holes. Just as Sarina reaches her purse.

“Didn’t you get enough last night?” Damon saw Sarina on all fours near her purse. He knew she was hurting as much as he was. She pounded his cock like she hasn’t had sex before.

“Hun?” Sarina grabs her purse and sits back on her heels as she pulls her bottle of pain pills out. She notices she only had a handful left.

“You might not want to drink anything with alcohol after taking those.” Damon remembered what happened when Sarina took one last night. She had bumped her injured arm and took one to kill the pain.

Sarina looks towards Damon from the floor “Did we get married last night?”

“Yep! I tried talking you out of it, but you were sure you wanted to do that. Plus, it didn’t help that I was as drunk as you.” Damon walks over and helps Sarina off the floor.

He studies her as she tries to stand. He knew she was hurting from her holes. She had anal sex last night with him for the first time.

“Thanks, but I need to pee.” Sarina was getting to the point where she couldn’t hold it anymore.

Damon smirks when he notices Sarina doing the pee dance like a little girl. He escorts her to the toilet and lets her do her business in private.

While Sarina was in the bathroom, he checks his cell phone and notices a message form his butler letting him know his parents were coming to town in a few days.

He knew his parents were going to check to see if he has finally found someone. He knew if he hasn’t his uncle would inherit the family business and that would be a mistake. Because his uncle was bad at business. He wonders if Sarina will go along with a plan he was hatching, since they were married now.

Sarina had her head in her hands and couldn’t believe she went out and got married last night. How stupid could she had been. She also wonders what else she did last night. She checks her body to make sure she didn’t get a tattoo as well.

She finishes peeing and wipes herself. She tenses up when the urine hit some tears near her anal opening. She wonders what she did to her anal opening as she flushes the toilet. She washes her hands as she walks out of the bathroom in the nude. It was to late to feel modest.

“Are you sure we’re married?” Sarina looks towards Damon to see if he was joking.

“Yep, it was real. Here’s the wedding dress I bought for you last night.” Damon holds up the wedding dress.

“I feel so stupid.” Sarina palms her forehead.

“Hey, I’m not a bad catch. Look, I have a proposition for you.” Damon wonders if Sarina will go along with it.

“Not that I’m in any position to disagree, but let’s hear what you have to say.” Sarina sits down on the bed. The bed looked like someone had a lot of fun last night.

Damon takes a breath and slowly let it out. “My folks are coming back from their European vacation and is expecting me to be married by the time they arrive. If not, they will give the family business to my uncle who has no business skills. If I announce that me and you are married.”

“You get to keep the business. But what if they found out me and you got married here? What do I tell them?” Sarina thought this sounded like a cheesy romance novel.

“Tell them we have had a long-distance romance and we finally decided to come to Vegas and get married.” Damon knew his parents might want them to get remarried at the family mansion.

“You know this sounds like a cheesy romance novel. How long do you want to keep these charades up?” Sarina wonders if it would work.

“For six months. If things don’t work out, by then we can get a divorce and go our separate ways.” Damon watches Sarina trying to figure her out. He knew it was almost impossible to read her. She had a good poker face.

“This is playing with fire, but what the hell. It’s a deal.” Sarina stands and walks over to Damon.

Damon smiles and wrap his arms around Sarina. He looks down into her eyes “thanks. Besides, we would have to wait twenty days before we could get a divorce any way.” As he kisses Sarina before she could respond.

Sarina and Damon spend the rest of the morning getting to know each other and having more sex. Later, in the evening they go downstairs and play some poker against some new players.