Chapter 11: I Walk The Line

Raven woke up the next morning with the King asleep beside her. Raven was still a bit sore from all her walking yesterday, but it wasn't as bad as it was. She rolled over to the King and kissed his cheek. "Good morning, lover..." she whispered.

"Mmm," the King groaned before slowly opening his eyes to gaze at her. "Good mornin', angel."

A giggle escaped Raven's lips. "Angel, huh? That's a new one."

"Well it's true."

Raven smiled at him brightly and kissed him gently. "I have things to go do, so I'll see you later."

Raven went to get out of bed but the King pulled her back in. "Don't go yet."

Raven snuggled up to him and kissed him again. "Mmm, why not? You got a better offer?"

"I just might."

Raven nuzzled the King's neck and he shivered as she trailed kisses along his collarbone. "Then offer me, King."

The King rolled over on top of her and kissed her deeply. "Your legs. Spread 'em."

Raven giggled and did as she was told. The King, still under the covers, traveled down her body to her chest and started playing with her nipples. Raven moaned out and turned her head to the side as he started kissing her breasts. The King went lower, trailing butterfly kisses all over her form until he got in between her legs. Raven's head jolted up when he kissed her womanhood and she moaned out loudly. "King!"

She felt him chuckle into her. "Yes?"

"What are you doing?"

"I'm pleasin' my queen. What's it feel like?"

"It feels good, but strange!"

The King pulled the covers off and stared at her. "You've never had this done to you before?"

"No." The King laughed and went back between her legs, sliding his tongue up and down her slit. Raven moaned out loudly from his touch and her back lifted up along with her hips. "Oh, King!"

The King pushed her hips back down and continued pleasing Raven in between her legs, his hands grasping the tops of her thighs. Raven felt his tongue slide into her pussy and she gasped in pleasure as he wiggled it about. Raven felt a warm feeling forming in her stomach that traveled down to her wetness and she knew she was going to come quite soon. The King must have known because his tongue went straight for her clit and he growled against it. Raven's hands went to her hair as her face contorted, an orgasm washing over her as she cried out his name again and again. The King gave her womanhood once last kiss before looking up at her.

"How was it?"

Raven, completely breathless, looked down at him with a goofy smile. "Amazing."

"Good." He crawled on top of her and slid into her, making her moan. Her pussy was still twitching as he thrust into her. "Because you're getting more."


Raven walked through the Strip feeling extremely satisfied from this morning's festivities. The King sure knew how to please her, in more ways than one. The thought made her blush. She shook her head, needing to focus on the task at hand. She wanted to check out the Omertas at their casino. She walked in and immediately and was stopped by a man.

"Hey, no one but Omertas are allowed to carry guns in Gomorrah! Check your weapons with me," he said.

Raven sighed. Obviously this was how it was going to be with all the casinos. "Okay." She handed the man all her guns and other weapons.

"You'll get these back on your way out."

When that was done, Raven headed over to the receptionist. "Hello," she said.

The receptionist gave her a smile. "Hello and welcome to Gomorrah. What can I help you with today?" she asked Raven.

"What is there to do around here?"

"Feel free to head to our club, Brimstone, or you can see our gorgeous courtyard out behind the casino."

"Hmm. I'm calling in for an outstanding balance for some information. Tell me what the Omertas are up to."

The receptionist sighed. "I knew someone would call in that mark soon. What do you want to know?"

"I need to know who to talk to about what's been going on in Gomorrah."

"All I can tell you is to find Cachino. He's the lowest level Lieutenant you're going to be able to talk to. Some of the girls say he's been involved in some shady business the Family really wouldn't like. Ask him about it."

Despite the woman's tone, Raven thought she had been pretty open with the information. She wondered if she could get a bit more. "Tell me what the Family is up to."

"Sorry, they don't tell me their plans and I don't want to know. I'm just happy they don't make me fuck anybody anymore."

Raven laughed and flashed a bright smile. "That sounds like a relief, but oh...I'm sure you have all the good dirt on what goes on around here."

"I sure do, but loose lips sinks ships."

Raven smiled even more broadly. "Don't worry about me, I can keep your secrets," she whispered.

"...Alright, you look pretty trustworthy."

"What can you tell me about what's going on around the Strip?"

"I hear you've actually been inside the Lucky 38? You're the first person who's been in there in as long as anybody can remember."

"Anything else?"

"I've heard some pretty shady rumors about the Ultra Luxe. I'm not sure what the deal is, but although they try to put on airs, that place is just plain creepy. Maybe it's the masks. And not much of a rumor, but I hear the Tops is always looking for new talent. Lord knows they've needed it for a long time."

"Hmm, okay. Well, time for me to go, thanks for your time."

"Later."

Raven turned around and walked into the casino area. "Now, maybe I'll play some Blackjack for a bit..."

Raven sat down at a table and began to play. Maybe twenty minutes had gone by, and she was out about a hundred caps, when she heard a man behind her.

"Hey, I hear you been asking questions about me, dickweed. What the fuck do you want?"

Raven internally cringed. Yikes, that sure was fast. She slowly turned in her chair and smiled at the man. "Ah, you must be Cachino. Charming fellow, aren't you?"

"I said what the fuck do you want?"

Raven leaned in to whisper. "I hear you been doing some business on the side."

"Business? What the fuck do you mean business? You lookin' to get yourself burned?" The man crossed his arms with an angry scowl on his face. "Now you start talking real clear, and I mean crystal fuckin' clear, because I'm about to lose my patience."

Raven raised a brow. Man, what an uptight asshole this guy was. Maybe if the rumor was true, he had a right to be, but god damn. "I hear you've been dealing with some business that is off limits for the family."

"I don't give half a dick what you've heard. Now get the fuck out of my face before I burn your sorry ass."

Cachino walked away and Raven merely shrugged before going back to her game. The guy looked like he needed a whore to calm himself the fuck down. Maybe she could ask someone else about what he was up to. After losing another fifty caps, Raven called it quits and left the game. Perhaps she could see about this courtyard the receptionist mentioned. When she finally managed to find it, she was floored. It was beautiful, absolutely beautiful. It looked like a tropical paradise. Suddenly she was confronted by a dancer in a sexy pink nightgown.

"Well, what do we have here? Let me guess. You've heard about the mistress who makes all your fantasies come true. So you've followed the call of your desires...all the way to the arms of Joana, moi. Now that you've found me, I wonder, do you have what it takes?"

"Uh..." Raven's jaw dropped. The last thing she wanted was to get hit on by anyone. She was in a relationship, for chrissakes. "I wasn't expecting that. But sorry, I'm uh, not into women. Anyway, could I ask you some questions?"

"Alright, honey. What do you want to know?"

"I have questions about Gomorrah."

"Yes?"

"Tell me about Gomorrah's clients."

"Everyone wants a piece of their own personal heaven, So, they come here, for hours...and hours, hon. Military men, NCR ranchers, wandering travelers...they're all the same without their clothes on. What they want, the Omertas provide."

There was something about this woman that said Raven should be concerned, but she quickly shook the feeling away. "Tell me about the Omertas."

"You hest hold your tongue...friend, or someone here will take care of it, for good."

"Oookay, then. Back to my other questions."

"Alright."

Raven crossed her arms, suddenly noticing the girl's occasional twitches. There it was. An addict. Of Jet? Raven noticed her large pupils and sighed. Nope, definitely Med-X. "I'd like to know more about you."

"Yes?" she asked, a hand on her hip.

Raven got a bit closer to examine the girl. "Contracted pupils, involuntary spasms...Med-X kills quickly, Joana. I can help."

"I...I didn't think it showed.l," she said, giggling sadly to herself. "I guess that it's worse than I thought. I...look, we can't talk here. If you think you can help me, follow me to my room, please."

Oh boy. Was Raven going to regret this? She hoped not. "Alright. Lead the way."

Raven followed the woman up the stairs, wondering what she'd gotten herself into. Perhaps this would play out like she wanted it to, getting information that she needed about the Omertas. Why she was so curious about the information, she wasn't sure except she wanted to know what kind of people Mr. House was dealing with. Why, though?

"Because you still want to know if it's worth it to overthrow him," her argumentative self thought.

"What? No. Not after that close call of him possibly finding out that I was thinking about doing that," Raven argued.

"Oh come on, don't think you could live with yourself if you found out he knew about the kind of shit that probably goes on around here. You should investigate the Ultra Luxe after this. You've heard some shit about that place too."

Raven sighed to herself. Her inner self had a point. It wouldn't hurt to just do some digging, right?

They entered Joana's room and the prostitute lit a cigarette. "Okay, we can talk here."

Raven crossed her arms again. "Tell me about your problem."