As night falls, the entire Las Vegas enters another mode. The dazzling red lights, the non-stop shuttle vehicles, and all kinds of people, all kinds of sex are intertwined together to form a picture that is too rich to be dissolved. This picture smells of money, alcohol, perfume and hormones.
MGM Mirage Casino.
There were several people sitting on a gaming table in the VIP room playing Texas Hold'em poker. Three white people, a Mexican, and a white young man who looked like he was of mixed race, with a little bit of Asian ancestry. Sexy bunny girl dealer is giving cards to no one.
Thompson is one of the three white people. Next to him sits his girlfriend, the young and beautiful white girl Alice, a French girl who came to the United States to pursue her dream. She likes music, but until now no record company has signed a contract with her. The last audition was two months ago.
Thompson was in a bad mood because he lost the salary he just received in tonight's bet again.
The mixed-race young man sitting opposite him is undoubtedly the luckiest one at the gambling table. There are about 50,000 US dollars in chips piled up in front of him. Not only is he lucky, he is also extremely handsome. His looks and styling make him look a lot like Justin Bieber, who just won the Grammy Award.
Alice's eyes would wander over his body an average of three times a minute. If Thompson wasn't by her side, the frequency would probably be higher.
"Baby, wait for me, I'll exchange some chips." Thompson stood up and left.
Alice sat in Thompson's seat and took over his bet. When the dealer dealt the cards, her eyes moved unscrupulously to the face of the mixed-race boy opposite. The mixed-race boy smiled at her, and for some reason, she felt electrocuted in her heart.
Thompson went to the other party who was exchanging chips and used his credit card to pay for $10,000 in chips. If he loses again and the house fails to be sold in time, he will breach the contract.
As he walked back holding the chips, a bunny girl holding a free drink stopped beside him. He reached for a glass of red wine, drank it in one gulp, and then let out a long breath. He seems to have found the courage to defeat his opponents and win the bet.
Toot toot, toot toot…
At this moment, the cell phone ringtone suddenly rang.
Thompson frowned. He took out his phone and took a look at it. Then he answered the call and said unceremoniously: "Who is it?"
"Hello, Mr. Thompson, my name is Baholi. I saw your house sales information at the agency level. I am very interested in your house. Do you have time to talk?" The other party's accent was Indian.
When he heard that he was a house buyer, Thompson immediately became more polite and said, "Hello, Mr. Baholi, I'm out now and it's hard to talk about things at night. How about you come to my house tomorrow morning and we can talk." "
"Okay, no problem." Bahouli's voice.
"By the way, can you tell me how you plan to pay?" Thompson asked.
Bahouli said: "Cash, I don't want to go to the bank for a loan, their interest rates are sucking."
"That's great, we can save ourselves some trouble with the procedures."
"Do I need to call someone from the agency?"
"No, no, if you are sure you want to buy it, I can even cancel the house sales contract with the agency and sell it to you at a more favorable price," Thompson said.
"Haha, okay, that way you can save a lot of money." Bahouli said with a smile.
"That's it, see you tomorrow, Mr. Baholi."
"Goodbye, Mr. Thompson." Bahouli hung up the phone.
After the call ended, Thompson's mood improved, and his originally heavy steps became much lighter. He returned to the gambling table, only to find that Alice had lost all his remaining chips.
"Women with big breasts and no brains just know how to spend money." Thompson cursed in his heart, but on his face he said very gently: "Baby, let me do it."
Alice stood up and gave up her seat, returning to her original position of watching the battle. She glanced at the mixed-race white man across from her again. The corners of the white man's mouth were slightly raised, revealing a nice angle. It looks like a casual smile, giving people a hint of mystery.
A new gambling game begins, and the mixed-race young man's famous brand is a pair of q's. Thompson's up cards were an a and a k, but his hole card was an a. As far as open cards are concerned, the mixed-race youth's cards are bigger, but if you include the hidden cards, Thompson's cards are bigger.
"Ten thousand US dollars." The mixed-race young man made a generous offer.
The other three families all folded, and some complained about the mixed-race youth's good luck.
"I'll follow." Thompson also pushed out all the chips he had just redeemed.
The mixed-race young man frowned and said, "Do you only have 10,000 US dollars?"
Thompson felt the other party's contempt, and he said bluntly: "I don't want to win more money from you."
The mixed-race young man shrugged his shoulders and said to the dealer: "Please give me some cards."
According to the rules of the gambling game, Thompson placed all his bets. Even if the mixed-race young man had more money than him, he would run out of cards and complete the gambling game.
The dealer quickly finished the cards. The mixed-race young man's upcards were three qs and one j. Thompson's upcards were two aces and two k's. In addition to his ace's hidden card, his card was It's a gourd, bigger than the three pieces of the mixed-race youth. As far as the cards go, Thompson wins. He only lost one card to the mixed-race young man, which was q, but the chance of that was really too small.
"My dear, our luck has come." Alice came close to Thompson, her voice was sweet. One of her catkins was still on Thompson's thigh and she squeezed it gently.
Thompson hummed and said with a smile: "You can't be so lucky all night, let's play the cards."
The mixed-race young man smiled slightly and stretched out his hand to take another photo. His movements were graceful and full of confidence. The hidden card he turned over was a q, which exactly formed a deck of four cards with the famous card on the face.
Thompson's face suddenly turned pale. Before the mixed-race young man turned the cards over, he thought he was sure to win, but when the cards turned over, all his hopes were shattered.
The mixed-race young man collected all the chips, then picked up a 1,000-dollar chip and threw it to the dealer, "You brought me good luck, this is a tip for you."
"Thank you." The dealer smiled happily. Such high-rollers don't come across every day.
The mixed-race young man left the gambling table with the winning chips and walked towards the bathroom. After walking a few steps, he intentionally or unintentionally glanced back in the direction of the gaming table. He caught Alice's gaze just in time. Their eyes met, and there was a feeling of sparks bursting out.
It's a pity that Thompson didn't see this scene. He stared at the card left by the mixed-race young man on the table, his mind went blank. I only lost one card, why was it that card
The mixed-race young man withdrew his gaze and walked towards the bathroom. His figure was upright, and his buttocks wrapped in trousers were strong and fleshy, looking very sexy.
Alice said to Thompson: "I'm going to the bathroom, you go get the car, don't play tonight." After that, she got up and walked towards the bathroom.
When she came to the bathroom, she lost sight of the mixed-race young man. Her heart suddenly felt empty, as if she had lost something very important. She hesitated and entered the women's restroom. But just when she found a place to squat down, the small wooden door blocking her was suddenly opened, and that handsome and sunny face appeared in front of her again.
"You..." Alice stood up in surprise, forgetting that she had pulled the crucial T-shaped fabric to her knees. Fortunately, she was wearing a skirt, and the skirt fell down in time, covering her invisible parts.
The mixed-race young man suddenly put his arms around Alice's waist and kissed her lips.
Alice struggled for a moment, but quickly calmed down. It all happened so suddenly, but a phone call between a man and a woman is just like that. There is no need for a complicated process at all. Sometimes just a look is enough.
Alice changed from passive to active. She pried open the mixed-race youth's teeth and greedily teased the mixed-race youth's tongue. Young man Xia Lei boldly put his hand into her skirt.
Just when things were about to develop in that direction, a woman walked into the women's restroom. She was immediately startled by the two people entangled in the restroom. She was stunned for a moment before saying: "Did I go to the wrong place? "
Only then did the two separate.
The mixed-race young man looked back at the woman and said with a smile, "Sorry, ma'am, we couldn't help ourselves."
Good-looking men are also welcome in the women's restroom. The woman didn't pursue anything. She even smiled at the mixed-race young man.
While Alice was hurriedly putting on her T-shaped fabric, the mixed-race young man had already walked out of the women's restroom.
Alice chased after him, but there were people coming and going in front of her, and there was still the figure of the mixed-race young man there. He was like a mysterious angel who broke into her heart roughly, left her a sweet kiss and then suddenly disappeared. She couldn't help but think about what happened in the bathroom just now, and her tongue couldn't help but slip out, looking for the taste he left on her lips. Even a little bit of saliva was very precious to her.
After a few seconds, she suddenly felt something was wrong, so she put her hand into the skirt, and then into the T-shaped piece of fabric. After fumbling around a bit, she grabbed a note from her hip.
The note said: I'll wait for you at the entrance of the Hawaiian Cinema at 8 o'clock tomorrow evening.
That's just a little bit of content, without leaving his name or his mobile phone number.
A smile appeared on Alice's lips, "You must be Cupid's gift to me, the most wonderful gift. See you at 8 o'clock tomorrow night."
Alice returned to the bathroom, where she threw the note into the toilet and flushed it. But she did not leave. She recalled the face of the mixed-race young man, and a catkin quietly reached into her skirt...
In an elevator in a casino, a mixed-race young man wiped his right middle finger with a tissue, with a strange expression on his face.
He is none other than Xia Lei who wants to buy Thompson's house. Buying a house was just to solve the problem of accommodation security during this period. He did not expect to meet an officer who wanted to sell the house. What he found in Thompson's study that afternoon complicated the simple matter of buying a house.
The reason is simple, because Thompson is really an officer in Area 51 and is also responsible for security work.
Close to Thompson? Time is limited, and the risks are high, but if something can be accomplished through Thompson's woman, the problem becomes simpler. Therefore, what happened just now happened.
The beauty trap is imperative.