The Chauffeur(#9)….VEGAS BABY! by PABLO DIABLO
Experience a tantalizing ride in 'The Chauffeur (#9)....VEGAS BABY!' by PABLO DIABLO. Dive into a steamy erotic journey filled with seductive encounters and unforgettable passion set against the vibrant backdrop of Las Vegas. Discover desire, fantasy, and indulgence in this captivating sex story that will leave you breathless. Perfect for fans of adult romance!<br/>
Jill and I are about to embark on a well planned out long weekend. , The Chauffeur, Vegas Baby!
By: PABLO DIABLO
Copyright 2018
Chapter 1
When the four of us arrived at the Palm restaurant, Donna and Roger’s eyes grew large with delight.
“Jill, are you telling me this is where we are going for dinner?” Donna exclaimed.
Roger added, “Um, why didn’t you tell me to wear a better suit? This place is not somewhere that I frequent. I’m more of a Taco Bell guy.”
“Roger, would you prefer Taco Bell’s drive-thru instead?” Jill asked rhetorically.
“Ah, no.”
“Well then, let’s get out of the car and head inside. We have some celebrating to do.” I said with a big smile on my face.
Roger wasn’t sure how to get out of the limo with a huge hard-on tenting his dress pants. Donna kept rubbing his thigh, never touching his manhood, but coming close for most of the ride.
Jill suggested, “Donna, it looks like you have started something with Roger. Should David and I go inside so you two could be alone for a few minutes….to talk?”
Donna’s eyes sparkled at the idea.
“Yeah, that would be great Jill.” Donna answered.
Jill and I got out of the limo. I asked Fred, our driver, to take the limo around back and to keep the privacy partition up. He agreed.
As we entered the restaurant, a middle-aged woman greeted us. She asked if we had reservations, because they were all booked up for the evening.
“Yes, Ma’am we do. Party of 4, Green, David Green.”
“Oh, my goodness! Your table is waiting for you. After I seat you, I’m supposed to go get the Chef and the Owner letting them know you are here.” The hostess, Ms. Whitehead told Jill and me.
“If you are ready, will you please follow me?”
I put my hand on the small of Jill’s back. As we were walking through the restaurant, a couple of people recognized us. They stood up from their meal, extending their hand, and gave either Jill or myself a business card.
“Butt-Kissers.” I whispered to Jill. She just smiled and kept following our hostess.
“Mr. Greene here’s your table. I thought the reservation was for 4 people?” Ms. Whitehead asked.
Jill spoke up, “They are having a private conversation in the car and will be in when they are through.”
“Ma’am, is it possible to go meet the Chef in the kitchen? No need for him to come out here when he’s busy working.” I asked.
“Yes sir. If you would follow me, I’ll take you back to see him.”
I pulled the chair out for Jill.
I kissed her on the cheek and followed the hostess to the kitchen.
One of the things I still enjoy is the hustle and bustle of a kitchen clicking on all cylinders during peak times. As I entered the kitchen, I witnessed several of the staff wearing kitchen staff style uniforms and the chefs all wearing the white coats and puffy white hats. I just stood there watching all the activity, much like watching a hive of bees. Each bee having specific duties making the hive thrive.
“Mr. Greene, it’s certainly a pleasure to meet you. I wasn’t expecting you in our kitchen. May I make something special for your party?” The Head Chef said to me.
“Chef, it is certainly an honor to meet you. Your kitchen looks wonderful and it appears that all the staff are hardworking and efficient.” I replied.
I went on to say, “While that is very gracious of you to offer, it’s not necessary. But, thank you!”
I stood there for just a couple of minutes more before thanking Chef for his time. As I left the kitchen, I remembered all those days that I worked 15-18 hours only to return the next day to do it all again. I was happy no longer being in the daily grind of a restaurant.
I walked slowly back to my dinner table where my beautiful wife was looking over the menu. Roger and Donna haven’t appeared quite yet.
We were asked about a wine choice. I let Jill pick. The wine sommelier suggested a couple of choices and she picked one that would pair with just about any food choice off the menu.
Our waiter was pleasant enough, but really a stiff board. I was guessing that he was an ‘out of work’ actor working to make ends meet until he got desperate enough to do porn. Stiff may be good in porn, but not in a restaurant.
Jill decided to order each of us a salad. She ordered a ‘Gigi salad’ for herself. She ordered ‘Andy’s mixed greens’ for me. I asked for the smaller portion as I didn’t want to fill up on salad. I had my eye on their 18 oz. prime NY strip, just the thought of a great steak was making my mouth water.
I asked our waiter if they had menu’s without prices. He said that he would get two from the hostess stand.
Jill was puzzled. She asked, “Why do you want menus with no prices?”
“I don’t want our guests to order something off the menu thinking they have to keep the cost down. I want them to just enjoy the evening. Which brings me to something I want to discuss with you.” I said.
Jill leaned over and kissed me asking what the topic was.
“Roger Johnson”
“Well, I believe that Donna is hard at work ‘interviewing’ him right now.” Jill said with a smile.
“Yeah, no. I have been thinking that he might be a good choice to hire and train a security group. He knows his business. He carries himself well. Hell, he even told us that he only makes $65k a year. I looked at some of the paperwork that Bob sent me. Nowhere does it mention any security. None for the trucking company. None for the restaurant chain. None for the Pinetree Group. As I see it, the whole company is wide open. No protection for our guests, our staff, or our property. It seems that Jaxson’s Inc. has just been incredibly lucky relying only on local law enforcement.” I explained to Jill.
Before Jill could answer, the salads arrived. They looked delicious. Still no Roger or Donna. Jill even quipped that Roger may not even be able to walk his tired ass into the restaurant after Donna is done with him. She was smiling like a Cheshire cat.
We both took a couple of bites of our amazing salads. I was very happy that I ordered the small portion, as it still was a large serving.
Jill looked pensive.
“I know you are right, but how do we make this offer and how much do we offer him?” Jill asked.
“I was thinking that maybe by the time we get to the dessert, I would take the conversation a bit more serious and offer him to be our ‘Director of Security’. He would oversee the recruiting of anyone he sees fit to hire. We would need for him to design a plan for the security team. However, he’s currently employed by the City Police Department. I thought long and hard about what it would take to lure him away from a career he has spent 16 years doing. How does $200k sound?”
Jill appeared to be stunned. “Do you think that he would do it for that amount?”
“Well, there are the ‘other’ perks. I was also wondering about your friend Donna. Should we be considering her for a position in our company? Before you even say it, no…. not ‘THE horny gal’. I think that Tina and Dakota already have earned that title.” I said with a chuckle.
Jill sat quietly again.
Then she spoke up, “I think that the $200k may entice him, but you should have a backup offer if he declines. About Donna…. hmmm, I know that she is very hard working and knows her job well. She might be a good candidate to handle customer service issues in the hotel brand. I also know that she is fabulous on the phone with customers, so our phone call centers in Tampa, Dallas, and Pasadena would certainly benefit with her expertise. I know what she makes now so maybe $150k with the company buying her a small home or condo in any of the three cities that our call centers are in would work for her. She is miserable at the McCall.”