Trust No Man

Big Texas

ELIZABETH'S P.O.V.

I prepare myself for tonight. I'm hoping to catch a rich one. They're always the easiest to get. And the easiest to resist. They are pigs. They think that just because they have money woman will throw themselves at them. That's where I come in. I play hard to get which makes them want me more. Then I bring them up to their hotel room. At least when they wake up the next morning they'll be in their own room. There I lay them on the bed and tie them up. They think its kinky sex. Then I strip them of any money they have on them. Living in a five star hotel isn't cheap. They don't deserve anything if they just go out and hook up with women with no responsibilities. Men disgust me. And what better place to scam wealthy men than in Las Vegas?

My brother bangs on the door. He's telling me to hurry up if I plan to catch one. My brother. He is the best person I know. He's stuck with me through thick and thin. Nick has always supported me. He helps me scam men. He knows what I've been through. He has always protected me. Nick always makes sure that when I bring men upstairs they don't hurt me. He also selects the men I seduce. As a man he talks to them and sees which ones are the most desperate. Then he points their attention in my direction and the race is on. Who needs a job when you can scam men and steal their money? It's worked for me for 2 years now.

I'm not saying that this is my 'career'. I always wanted to be a photographer. I get requested here and there,but it's not enough to live a good life. I also sometimes work as a show girl for the hotel. One the dancers is a friend of mine. Nick has a job too. He is a author. He has books that he finished already. He just hasn't sent them in to be published. No matter what I tell him he doesn't believe his work is good enough. I just secretly sent in one of his best works. I hope they like it.

I exit the bathroom and see my brother dressed in a black tux. He plans on going big , too. I wear a short black dress. It makes me look curvy and sexy. The sexier the better. If I look really good sometimes we get three in one night. Tonight we have our eyes on a big fish. He's a Texan entertainment promoter. He is suppose to be checking in tonight. Loosing some cash wouldn't affect him.

"You look great." Nick says. "Thank you. You look pretty dashing yourself." I compliment him. "Shall we go make some money?" He questions as he opens the door to our suite. "Let's go." I say and walk out.

We reach the bar and instantly spot him. He's a well built guy in a white suit. He also had a white leather cowboy hat. Me and Nick split up. He goes talk to the man while I sit on the opposite side of the bar. Instantly I see the guy throw his head back in laughter. Nick has broken the ice. The man then orders two drinks for them. I order myself one and stare at them. This is the part where Nick turns the guys attention to me. The guy smiles at me and waves. I smile back ,wave , and turn away a little like I was embarrassed to be caught staring. The man then exchanges words with Nick. He then makes his way to me. "Hey, can I buy you a drink?" The man asks. "Sure.'' I say. "My name is Bill White. " the man now named Bill introduces himself. "Veronica." I say as I offer my hand. He takes it and kisses the back. It's important he doesn't know my real name. He might try to find me. I then tell him that I would like a 'sex on the beach'. He orders it from the bartender. The bartender instantly serves me the drink. That means that Bill is a good tipper. Good tipper means he probably has a lot of cash on him. Jack pot. Me and Bill make light conversation. I then finish my drink and say,"Maybe we could take this upstairs." Of course Bill is shocked at how easy it was. "Umm, sure." He stumbled. I then lean over and whisper in his ear, "What room?". "634" he replies. I pull him by his tie to the elevator. There he starts kissing me gently from my finger tips to my neck. Right before he could plant one on my face , the elevator doors open and I step out. I then pull him towards the room. He had a pent house. He was just as rich as we expected. Considering he is three floors above us. I then escort him into the room. I tell him to get comfortable while I get ready. I go in the bathroom. I hear the bed squeak under him. I turn on the tap and search the bathroom. I find 5 grand in a pocket of a pair of pants that were hung up. That's enough to live for 3 months. I stuff it in my purse. Then I go back in the room and ask him if he wants a drink. He says yes. Since he has a more expansive pent house they fill it with booze. I make a shot of tequila for him and a cup of juice for myself. I put a drug in the drink that makes him forget what happened in the last 2 hours and anything that happens an our from now. Another thing is that there will be no trace of being drugged in his system when he wakes up. As soon as he wakes up and pees its gone. That means he won't remember any of this. He'll just think he blew it all at the casino. I give it to him and he gulps it down. I sip my juice as he becomes influenced by the drugs. He gets dizzy and falls asleep. Usually they stay up. But I guess it has more effect on different people. While he snores I search the room for anything else. I find 15 grand, cash, in his sock drawer. Another 5 in his coat pocket. Then 10 more in his suitcase. Also, another 7 grand in his wallet. After I finish making sure everything is as it was found and washed my cup, I grab ten shot glasses. I put a little less than a third of the glass with tequila. I then mix it around in the glass and put it in another glass. I do this for each shot glass. It gives off the idea that he was drunk and doesn't remember anything because he's hung over. I then drain the tequila bottle down the sink. I run water so the stench of the alcohol doesn't smell. Making sure I took care of everything , I leave and lock the door behind me.

My brother waits for me outside the door. He always does this so that in case the guy got ruff he could stop it. "How much did we make?" He asks as we walk to the elevator. "42 Thousand." I state. My brother looks at me with pride. This was the most we ever made off of one man. Nick knows we are set for a few months. He knows I'm going to want to go shopping. He lets me spend at most 2 thousand a month. That's only because we made a big income this month. I buy new dresses, hair products, shoes, makeup, accessories and just about anything else I want. I always buy him three new suits and shoes at least. He contributes , too.

We go back to our suite and rest a little while. It's only 9:00. There's plenty of time to catch another sucker. We also order room service. Something we rarely do since I cook in the suite kitchen. Only on special occasions do we order. We have dinner and nap a little.