Cour place or ours?’ William asked the actors, keeping the I question as non-threatening as he possibly could. He didn’t want to lose Dara and Andrew now. He had plans for them.  ‘Where are you staying?’ Dara asked. She was incredibly sure of herself, a goddess in her own mind, a diva. Yet another one.  William answered, ‘Michael and I are at Circus Circus.’
‘We’re at the Bellagio. We’re camped out in a suite. Let’s go there.
It’s fabulous, the best inVegas.We have drugs/Andrew said.’MDMA.
You like?’
‘We have lots of fun toys,’ Dara said and gently brushed William’s blond hair with her fingers. He could have killed her for the affront.  Instead, he took her hand and kissed it. She was so full of life, and rich, warm blood.
The suite at the Bellagio was on a high floor and it looked out across a man-made lake with fountains that shot water hundreds of feet into the air. The fountains were choreographed to a song from A Chorus Line. William thought it was an incredible amount of water to be wasting in the desert. He glanced around the room and was surprised that he didn’t totally hate it - there were no nylon rugs or ultra acrylic-coated walls anyway. Bowls of fruit and fresh flowers had been left out in several places. God, he was hungry, famished, but not for grapes and apples.
Dara slid out of her Bob Mackie party dress as soon as she pranced in the door. The young actress’s body was tanned and toned. She shrugged off an expensive bra.
Her small breasts were pert, the nipples erect. She kept on her creamy white thong underwear. And her high heels - Jimmy Choo’s.
William smiled at the actors - their primping, their practiced, shallow attempts at seduction and eroticism. He wouldn’t be surprised if a makeup person popped out of a closet, and suddenly wondered what Brad Pitt and Jennifer Aniston were like together in bed? Probably a beautiful, blond bore.
‘Your turn/Dara said teasingly to the brothers.’Let’s see what you have. Strut your stuff. Let’s all get in the mood.’ ‘You won’t be disappointed/William said. He smiled and began to peel off his clothes. He took his time with the boots, then slowly unzipped his tight black leather jumpsuit.’You sure you don’t want to take this monkeysuit off for me?’ he asked Dara.  Her eyes were wide. So were Andrew’s.
William unbound Michael’s ponytail, letting his brother’s wavy blond hair flow down onto his shoulders. He kissed Michael’s cheek, then his shoulder blade. He began to undress him.  ‘Oh my, my, my,’ Dara whispered, ‘you two are beautiful.’ They were both hard. Michael and William were large and their penises pulsed and throbbed as they stood there naked. They weren’t shy. The brothers were used to nudity since their boyhoods. They were also accustomed to having sex with strangers.  Dara looked around and said, ‘I feel outnumbered, but not overmatched.’
She took some coke from her purse.
William gently stayed her hand.’You won’t need that. Lie down on the bed. Trust me a little. Trust yourself, Dara.’ Like a magician, William produced four silk scarves - red, blue, and silver. He tied Dara to the bedposts. She struggled some, pretended to be afraid. They all enjoyed watching her act, and Michael put his arm around Andrew, who was getting lost in the shuffle. He was high, too. His blue eyes were glazed.  ‘Why don’t you get comfortable,&rsqu............