chapter 6 The Hilton
When they got to the Hotel, Anna had to stop and take in the full face of it. Dark grey granite going up ten stories high, this was the place that bankers and foreign dignitaries stayed, she never even dreamed of being in digs like this, and she was in the arms of a rock god, who was worshiped by millions.
"Shall we?" He opened the door for her and swept his arm in a long arc gesturing her to step inside while taking a slight bow, and being quite the gentleman.
Once inside Anna was like a little kid with her mouth agape and looking the very large foyer over. Giant crystal chandeliers hung from the ceiling and sconces on the finely wallpapered walls, everything was trimmed in gold leaf and the red carpets on the marble floors looked like they were cleaned every fifteen minutes.
KK took his hand and gently closed Anna's nearly drooling mouth, then took her hand and led her to the elevator that had two guards next to the doors. One of the guards had already pressed the up button as he seen KK approaching.
"Good evening, Mr. Bjorgman." KK didn't even acknowledge them as they stepped in the door.
Once the doors closed Anna said, "Well,.. that was rude!"
"They're the help, Anna. They know the rules."
With a deep scowl and eyes throwing daggers, Anna angrily hit the door open button. Quickly changing her demeanor, and with a smile on her face, she poked her head out the door and said, "Good evening, gentlemen."
"Good evening, miss" they reciprocated. Then she hit the up button, but why were there no floor numbers?, she thought.
"Why are there no floor numbers?" She finally said, the question was gnawing at her. KK just laughed.
"Jesus, Anna, you're such a dweeb!" When it stopped she quickly figured out what was up. This was the penthouse floor. There was a large common area in the center of it. The ceiling was mostly glass panels that showed the gloomy grey clouds softly lit by the orange city lights. Music was playing thru what appeared to be a very expensive set of speakers, but it wasn't thrasher metal, guess they were trying to appeal to all the suits in the room. Giant tropical plants in gold vases adorned the ends of silk couches. Servers were walking around with trays of nibbles. Empty bottles were everywhere, and there wasn't a 5 foot gap between piles of coke lying around on giant trays.
"Oh, candy!" Piped KK, as he shoved some sno-bitch out of the way and cut himself a line.
With a c-note he did a 6 inch line only stopping to switch nostrils. Anna was standing by the elevator door, aghast at all the debauchery, it looked like a scene out of Caligula.
Then she noticed all the eyes turning her direction. She thought she heard, "What's with the kid?". KK noticed this focus on Anna, grabbed her hand and led her down the hall to the room.
That's when they ran into Corbane. "Hey, KK, ya been combing the high schools again? That's some sweet piece of arm candy ya got there!" He was pencily freak of a man, with long red hair and a chiseled face. Every inch of skin you could see was covered in tats. He had a bimbo draped from each arm and two more following him up the hall to join the main party.
"Fuck you, Corbane." KK said indignantly.
"Stop by later and join us, sweet thang! The party just getting started, and I'd really like to taste you!" His voice fading into the din as he walked past.
"Jesus, what an asshole." KK mumbled under his breath. "Seven, this is us."