Chapter 4:
Dante drove he followed Lulu's directions. She sat in the backseat texting somebody. It must have been Sonny. Then her cell phone rang as she was in the middle texting someone. "Hello? Yeah, I told you where I was going. Yes, there is someone with me, the new guy. You want to talk to him, why? You know I can take care of myself."
Dante looked into the rearview mirror, Lulu was getting visibly upset. "Fine. Fine. I miss you, too. I love you, too. I can't wait to see you in a few days. Here he is." Lulu scooted up; she dangled her cell phone on her fingers. "Sonny wants to talk to you, Dante."
Dante took one hand off the steering wheel to take the phone from her hand. Using one of his fingers he stroked her wrist. "Hi ya, Boss. What can I do for you?"
"You are taking someone that means a great deal to me out gambling," Sonny stated without preamble. "I already know what happened at Jake's. Coleman was so kind to informing me of the events. She really dumped a full beer over your head?"
"That she did." Dante admitted. "She punched and kicked me too."
"That's my girl," Sonny commented. "Look, knowing Lulu she wants to be out most of the night. If you get out of the casino too late I don't want you to try and make it back in town. I want you two to stay in a hotel or something. Milo packed each of you a bag and there should be a sum of money in there too it should be more than enough to get a room for a night. It's in the trunk of your car. I don't want anything to happen to my girl, you got it?"
"Got it, sir. I'll see you when you get back into town." He hung up the phone and handed Lulu her phone back.
"What did you talk about?" Lulu demanded.
Dante glanced over his should at her. "You, of course. Seriously where are we going? I could use the GPS to give us better directions."
"Are you saying that you got us lost?" Lulu asked. "I gave you good directions! You are a typical man not admitting that we are lost!"
She leaned forward, putting her hands on the seat next to him. "What the hell are you doing?" he demanded as she hoisted herself to the front seat face first.
"What does it look like?" She retorted.
From the angle he was sitting at and the way she was climbing over the seat, her dress parted giving him a great view of her tiny black lace bra to her black lace panties. The dress bunched at her waist giving him a great view of her lace covered ass. The sight of that made him instantly hard.
"Oops." She said as she straightened up in the front seat.
God help him, one of her breasts popped out of her bra and spilled out of her dress. Instead of tucking her breast back in her dress, she reached behind her, undid the bra, tossing it into the backseat. Then she tucked herself back in. "That was better. I think this is a dress that a bra is not need to be worn."
She was trying to kill him, he concluded. He gripped the wheel until his knuckles turned white. "Seatbelt?" he said in a voice, higher than normal.
"Cat got your tongue?" Lulu asked coyly as she pulled on her seatbelt.
She bent down a little further than she needed to, her dress parted again, this time Dante swore he saw a pink nipple peeked out for a second. His mouth began to water.
Lulu caught him looking. She shifted uncomfortably in the seat. "My panties are giving me a wedgie. I think I am going to take them off too so I won't…"
She trailed off as Dante drifted in to oncoming traffic and quickly corrected to get on the right side of the road as a horn of a semi truck blared.
"I can see now why Sonny keeps you around," he muttered, looking down, hoping that she can't see how her little display made him react.
Lulu smiled to herself as she looked out of the window. "He has other reasons too."
Twenty minutes later, they reached their location without Dante turning on the GPS. A casino just over the Canadian boarder called: Lucky Stars. Dante couldn't help but think of the double entendre meaning of the name of the casino. He pulled up to the entrance to drop her off. He was in no shape to walk at the moment.
Lulu gave him a questioning look. "Aren't you going to come inside with me?"
"I am. But I need to park the car. I can't have you walk the length of the parking lot in those heels, can I?" He pressed the release button on her seatbelt. If she gave him another show like she did before he would not be responsible for his actions.
Lulu put her hand on the door handle. "Okay I will meet you at the bar. What would you like me to order for you?"
"Any beer in a bottle," Dante grunted. "I'll see you in a few minutes."
Dante watched her disappear into the casino and he pulled his car into the darkest parking spot that he could find. For the third time as in as many days he had to relieve the tension that Lulu so playfully caused him.
The casino was packed. He had no idea how to find her. He knew that she was going to be waiting for him at the bar but it was packed. Dante moved closer to the bar. Then he saw her, sitting precariously on a bar stool her dress had ridden up even further. She talking to the young, buff, bartender as he handed her a margarita and a bottle of beer. The look she was getting from the other male patrons was not lost on Dante. He felt a stab of jealously as he rounded the bar to join her.
He placed a hand on the back of her bar stool, as if staking a claim on her. "Sorry, I took so long," he said, then he kissed her on the cheek. "Forgive me, baby?"
"I got you a Bud Light, I hope that is okay," Lulu said, handing him the bottle.
"It's fine." Dante took the bottle from her in one hand and held out his other hand to her. "Why don't we test our luck at the tables?"
"I'd like that."
A few minutes later they were seated at the Blackjack table. Dante sat across from her. When she reached for her cards that the dealer set out for her, he got a great view of her milky globes. Good God, if she kept that up for the rest of the night, he might have to excuse himself to go to the bathroom.
The dealer dealt the cards. Lulu reached for them, Dante bit back a groan but something did escape his mouth. Lulu looked up at she studied her cards. She quietly slipped her foot from her shoe and rubbed his leg with it. She watched as Dante's eyes widen as her foot moved north and settled on his lap, slowly encircling his groin with slow, deliberate strokes.
He caught her ankle, keeping her foot in his lap. "Hit me," he told the dealer in a voice a few octaves higher than his normal voice.
"Miss?" the dealer asked as he gave Dante one card.
Lulu looked at her cards again. "I'll stay," she said seductively.
The dealer showed his cards a jack of clubs and a seven of hearts. "The House stays at seventeen."
Dante showed his cards he hand nineteen with a ten of clubs, a seven of diamonds, and a two of hearts.
"The gentleman has nineteen," the dealer announced. "Can the lady do better?"
"She can and she has." Lulu showed her cards.
"The lady has blackjack!" the dealer stated, giving Lulu her chips. "We have a winner!"
Lulu smiled as she stacked her chips. "Ready to lose your shirt Dante?" she asked as the dealer shuffled the cards and dealt them.
He'd rather her lose everything she had on.
"What makes you think, you'll win?" Dante challenged.
"The fact that Sonny, Milo and Max taught me how to play cards when I was younger, that is why." Lulu admitted as she studied her cards.
"What else did they teach you?" Dante wondered, unsure if he really wanted to know the answer.
"A lot of things," Lulu said coyly as she wiggled her foot free and continued to encircle his middle.
"Hit me," Dante said, looking at the dealer.
"Hit me," Lulu requested.
The dealer gave them their cards. Dante looked at his cards. "Do you want to put a wager on this, Lulu?" he asked.
Lulu gestured to the chips that were in the middle of the table. "Isn't that what we are doing?"
"Let's make it more interesting," Dante said in a low voice.
Lulu looked at her cards. She added more chips to the middle of the table. "What do you have in mind, Dante?"
The cocktail waitress appeared. "Drinks?" she said, just looking at Dante.
Dante smiled. Two can play at this game. "Why yes. I would love to have a beer, sweetheart. What do you want to drink, Lulu?"
"I would have a margarita," Lulu said.
"So what should the wager be?" Dante asked, as he rubbed her foot in his lap. "Let's say the best out of five games? Let's be fair here."
"The loser should be the winner's slave for the day," Lulu said, imagining Dante in an apron vacuuming.
"Make it a sex slave for that then you have a deal, sweetheart." Dante said, picturing Lulu in nothing but a smile in the throws of passion with him on a set of red satin sheets.
"Aren't you afraid of what Sonny is going to do to you when he finds out?"
Dante added more chips to the pile. "What Sonny doesn't know, won't hurt him. So do we have a deal?"
"Deal."
Every time that the cocktail server came to their table, her name was Bunny, Dante flirted with her even more while he kept a vice like grip stroking Lulu's ankle. She tried to retaliate by using her other foot only for him to catch it and held it in his lap too. She hated to admit it, but Dante flirting with Bunny was making her jealous.
They were on the fifth and final game. They had each won one game and the House had won two games. The dealer dealt the cards. They both added chips to the table. If it were up to chip count to declare a winner, Lulu would have won since she had the most. That wasn't the case it was the best out of five games.
"The House gets blackjack," the dealer announced, clearing the chips from the table.
"Aw crap," Lulu muttered, removing her feet from Dante's lap, putting her shoes on and collecting her chips.
She left the table and headed towards the bar. Dante was about to follow her when Bunny appeared at Dante's side. "You lost a lot of money, is there some way I can make it up to you?" she pulled him into a passionate kiss.
Lulu looked over to the table from the bar, just in time to see Bunny kissing Dante. "A shot of tequila and just leave the bottle!" she told the bartender, dropping her chips on the bar.
The bartender put a shot glass on the bar, filled the glass and left the full bottle next to it. "I hope he is worth it, sweetheart."
Lulu took the first shot quickly downed it and poured herself another and down it as well. "Trust me, he is not."
Dante tried to pull himself from Bunny's grasp. Apparently in an attempt to make Lulu jealous he gave Bunny the wrong idea. "Look," Dante began when he pulled away.
"It's that girl you were playing cards with, isn't it?" Bunny asked. "What is she to you?"
"Someone that is important to my Boss," Dante admitted.
Bunny pouted. "You used me to make her jealous?" she demanded. "That is not very nice."
"I am sorry." Dante admitted.
Bunny turned away in a huff heading to the bar. She tapped Lulu on her shoulder she was downing another shot tequila from the half-empty bottle. "He is all yours. I hope you can appreciate that" she shoved Lulu into the bar.
"Hey you shouldn't have done that," Lulu unsteadily rose to her feet. "You don't know who you are messing with."
Bunny looked her over. "I am guessing you are some tight ass chick who doesn't appreciate what is in front of you!"
"You are in front of me, I appreciate that," Lulu slurred as she shoved Bunny back. "I don't have to chase your ass down for a beat down."
"Beat down are you serious?" Bunny challenged, shoving Lulu a little harder. "You don't even know the meaning of the word."
Dante was going to step in between them but then he remembered something that Max or Milo stated that Lulu could handle herself. He had the bruises to prove it.
"I wouldn't do that if I were you," Lulu warned.
"What are you going to do about it?" Bunny demanded in a demeaning tone. "Hit me with your designer handbag?"
Lulu snorted. "You just really didn't say that, did you?" She turned to the bartender who seemed to be enthralled with the two young women going at it. "Did she just say I was going to smack her with my handbag that cost eight hundred dollars?"
"I think she did," the bartender admitted.
"I wouldn't do that to my handbag," Lulu admitted. "It's too nice to touch you."
That was it; Bunny threw a fist only to have her hand caught by Lulu. "Did I fail to mention that I am a double black belt in both karate and judo?"
Bunny's face paled. She thought she was just dealing with a normal girl. "Can I have my hand back? Please?" she pleaded.
Lulu looked over to Dante. "What do you think, Dante? Should I give Bunny her hand back?"
"I think that you better not because Mr. Corinthos any more problems," Dante said. "He wouldn't like to cut his trip short to deal with you, would he?"
In an instant the entire casino grew painfully silent as soon as Sonny's name was mentioned.
"Sonny Corinthos?" the bartender repeated backing away as far as he could.
"He's my boss. And Lulu there is extremely important to him," Dante said.
Bunny turned white as a ghost. "Can I please have my hand back? Please don't tell Mr. Corinthos about this."
Lulu dropped Bunny's hand, picking up her shot of tequila and drank it down. "About what? I just came here to have a good time." She settled back in her stool. "I want to have it."
Dante suppressed a smile. He knew that Lulu can handle herself.
"You know what?" Dante picked up her handbag with one hand helped Lulu out of her stool with the other one. "We better go. Have a good night everyone."
Dante carefully placed Lulu in the front seat and buckled her in. She drank way too much and it was very late. He was glad that Sonny gave them his blessing to get a hotel room for the night. He saw a small motel on the way in; he hoped they had a vacancy.
He groaned as he pulled in the parking lot of the motel. He never noticed it before but the name was.. .Love Shack. It was probably one of those rooms that rented by the hour. He looked over at Lulu who was half-asleep. It was either this place or hope that a fancier place had a room and would tolerate him carrying her inside.
"Screw it," Dante got out of the car and went into the office.
When he entered the office it was playing some cheesy seventies music. On the shelf by the desk was a display of condoms, flavored lube, and oil in a glass case. This place most certainty rented by the hour. He went to the counter did not see anyone so he pressed the service bell with his hand.
"Be right there!" a voice shouted from the back room.
Dante eyed the condoms and the oil. He was tempted to buy some just to be safe. His lower half twitched at the thought of him using that on Lulu.
A fat guy with a beer belly with a really bad hair piece, smoking a cigar came out from the back room. He was readjusting himself as he came out. "Hiya there Sport. Want a room for a few hours?" he looked over Dante's shoulder seeing Lulu in the front seat of the car. "Or do you want to prepay for the entire night?" he asked with a laugh.
"A room for the night, please. I trust that cash would be fine." Dante reached for his wallet.
The manager glanced down at the condoms and lube. "Would you like some party favors, too?"
Dante glanced down. "One box of mega, a bottle of mango peach passion massage oil, and you surprise me on the lube."
The manger smiled. "Including the room it's going to be sixty-nine dollars." He handed him a key to room number sixteen. "You have fun with your lady."
"Cute." Dante counted out three twenties and a ten. "Keep the change."
Dante brought the bags in the room first. He wanted to see what he got them into. The room wasn't as bad as he thought though the décor was a few decades old. There was only one bed that could be a problem. There was not even a ratty sofa for him to sleep on. He wasn't about to sleep on the floor, who knows what was living on the floor. He had stashed the items he had bought in the motel office in his bag.
He set the bags on the floor beside the bed stashed the 'party favors' in his bag and went to inspect the bathroom. There was a red heart shaped tub and a shower built for two. He should have risked it and went to the nicer hotel. They were here now, the room was paid for, and he had to deal with it.
Dante went back to the car to retrieve Lulu. He half carried her to the room. "I can do it…" she muttered.
"I know, baby but let me help you," Dante muttered. "For once don't fight me on this."
"I don't feel soo…" she sank down to the bed. "Why is the room spinning?"
"How much tequila did you drink?" Dante asked.
"The bottle was full when I got it…" she admitted.
It was nearly empty when he got to the bar. She drank almost a full bottle.
She got up suddenly, she wobbled. He snaked an arm around her waist to steady her. "Woah there. You okay?"
Lulu played with his tie. Then pulled it hard, pulling him against her. She then began to kiss him, tenderly at first then with increased passion. She began to untie his tie. She yanked it from his body then worked on his jacket quickly shedding it as well. It dropped to the dingy floor. Lulu began to unbutton is shirt with he finally caught her hands, pulling away from her.
"What are you doing, Lulu?" he demanded. "Are you crazy?"
"What does it look like?" Lulu cooed, reaching for him again. "Come on, Dante. I see the way you were looking at me." She glanced down at him, seeing his excitement down there she smiled. "See?"
With one hand she cupped his ever tightening member. "If you didn't care for me, you wouldn't have this reaction to me would you?"
"Lulu you are going to be the death of me, literally," Dante said. "If Sonny finds out…"
"What Sonny doesn't know won't hurt him," Lulu said. "Come on let's have some fun!" She began to pull on his shirttails. "I know you want me. You have been looking at me like I was something to eat… come on don't you want a taste?"
Boy was he tempted. Yes he wanted her but not this way. He wanted her to be one hundred percent sober. He was not going to take advantage of someone in her condition.
"I would love to. But not now. You are trashed. I do not take advantage of women in your condition."
"You are no fun!" Lulu complained as she collapsed on the bed.
She lay down and closed her eyes. She was asleep in no time.
Dante looked at the beautiful sleeping blond in front of him. He took off her shoes, placing them at the foot of the bed. He looked at her tight red dress, it would be uncomfortable to sleep in he concluded. He needed to get her out of it. He gently turned her on her side and unzipped her dress.
As he pulled it off her, Dante remembered that Lulu took off her bra in his car. She was only wearing a pair of lacy panties lying on top of the bed. "Damn it," he swore as the tent in his pants grew.
He used the bedspread to cover her as he crawled to the other side of the bed. He needed a goodnight sleep if Sonny was going to kill him when they got back to Port Charles.