The car pulled up to the nightclub with a blue neon sign blaring the words "Lucky Hearts" along with a red neon heart. Bridget looked out the car in awe of the long line of people waiting to get into the club. There was an area roped off with a serious looking large black male who appeared to be the one to decide who got let inside. Deacon pulled the car into his reserved spot and turned off the engine. He opened the door and walked over to the passenger side where Bridget had just opened her car. He took her hand in his as she got out of the car. He lead her over to the front of the club and there were several female admirers calling out to him. "Deacon...Deacon.." They exclaimed. "Deacon please tell them to let me in...I love you"
Bridget felt a twinge of jealousy as one girl blew a kiss towards Deacon. She took a hold of Deacon's arm tightly as they approached the front door.
"Hi Chuck." Deacon greeted the bouncer.
"Hey." The man replied in a deep voice.
"Deacon..Deacon..." The girls kept yelling as they walked inside.
"You sure have a lot of admirers." stated Bridget.
"Jealous?" He asked grinning at her.
"No." She lied.
"Come on.." He said as he lead her through the maze of people. It was certainly a happening place.
A huge dance floor. Several tables with stools. Even a stage for a live band. There was a d.j. booth where the latest hits from the hottest artists were spun. They walked up to the bar in which the edges glowed with blue lighting. A beautiful blonde bombshell was behind the counter.
"Hey." said Deacon. "This is my special guest Bridget. Get her anything she wants."
"Will do." The bartender smiled.
"I'll be right back." Deacon said to Bridget. "You stay here and relax." He lightly kissed her temple and a thousand bolts ran through Bridget's body as he then walked away.
"So." The bartender said. "What can I get you?"
Bridget looked over the woman behind the counter. She was very beautiful and petite. Had long blonde hair and pouty lips. Tattoos ran down her one arm. She looked like a typical rocker girl.
"Uh...I guess I'll just have a Diet Coke."
"Coming right up." She replied as she picked up a clean glass. "So I haven't seen you here before."
"This is my first time here actually." replied Bridget. "It's a great club though."
"Sure is." The bartender replied as she handed Bridget her soda. "So what's your name?"
"Bridget."
"Nice to meet you. I'm Daisy." She said holding her hand out.
"Nice to meet you too." smiled Bridget shaking her hand. "So how long have you worked here"
"Since it opened. I love it here. Very flexible hours. Gives me plenty of time with my son."
"You have a son?"
Daisy smiled. "I know I know I don't look like the mother type."
"No I didn't mean.."
"I know it's okay."
"How old is your son?"
"Almost five. His name is Justin. He's such a sweetie. Although he does take after his father. My husband Brett owns a motorcycle shop. He's got Justin all into motorcycles. Even bought him some biker gear."
Bridget laughed. "He must look so cute."
Daisy grinned. "Don't tell my husband but actually he does."
Bridget took a sip of her soda. "Can I ask you something?"
"Sure what is it?"
"Does Deacon bring a lot of girls here?"
"Well." said Daisy. "I'm not going to lie and say he's never brought anyone here. He's had his share of women here. A lot of girls throw themselves at him. But to be honest lately...it hasn't been as much."
"Really?"
"Yeah. I think he's getting a little tired of the party girl type. I think he just may be looking for something more serious. Why you ask?"
"Just curious." said Bridget taking another sip of her soda.
"Why? You afraid that Deacon is going to use you for a one night stand?"
"I don't know." said Bridget putting her soda down. "I'm only in town for a short while. Actually I only came down here for a few days. I just met him tonight. He spilled his drink on me at a casino. We got to talking and he took me out to dinner. He told me about this club and I'm the one who suggested we come here but I'm thinking.."
"Bridget. I've known Deacon since this place opened four years ago. I know I told you that he's had women in his life and they were party girls but I'm not so sure that he was ever using them for a good time. He's really a nice guy and he's great friends with my husband. If anyone would vouch for Deacon it's my husband Brett. Trust me."
"I guess I'm just being cautious. After what happened.."
"After what happened?"
"It's complicated. Long story short is that I got involved with a guy who was a one night stand of my sister's. That one night stand produced a child. I thought it was over but it turned out it wasn't."
"Wow." said Daisy. "That's...wow."
"I know. So that's why I came here to Vegas. Try to forget it all."
"I see. Bridget let me ask you something...I know you said you just met Deacon tonight but...do you feel something for him?"
"I...I don't know...but I find that I can talk to him. I told him about Dante, the guy who hurt me. It just seemed so easy to open up to him. And then there's...."
"There's what?"
"He's sort of...in a way...he's come on to me...and...God...it drives me crazy.." said Bridget putting her face in her hands. "I can't describe it. I was at the blackjack table and he came up behind me and he nuzzled my hair and he lightly brushed his lips against my neck...his fingers caressed my arm...God it was so nice...and then the way he touched my chin and I tried to deny it but I know that he knows that it...aroused me. I'm nuts aren't I? I barely know him...but yet.."
"Yet what?" asked Deacon who put his arms around her from behind.
"Nothing." said Bridget clamming up and trying to ignore the electricity she felt again.
"You having a good time?" He asked of her.
"Yeah. Just talking with Daisy here. This is a great place."
"I haven't showed you the best part yet." He said taking her hand. "Come with me."
"Okay." said Bridget getting down from her stool. "Nice talking to you Daisy."
"Likewise." She replied.
Deacon lead Bridget over to a private elevator and they got inside. Deacon pressed the button and the elevator began to ride up. He studied Bridget as she looked around nervously. The way her hair was pulled back and held with a plastic orange clip. Her spectacular legs and God those tits. What he wouldn't give to suck on them all night. She was really giving him a very strong erection. He was so fucking hard. It took all he had not to take her right there in the elevator. He knew that she was probably very wet underneath her dress however he was taking his time. Slowly he would seduce her and she would find herself very willing to get into his bed. The elevator door opened and he took Bridget's hand and let her over to a door which only he had the key to. He unlocked it and lead her inside. Bridget stepped inside and looked around. "What's this?"
"My own private suite." replied Deacon. "Can I get you anything to drink?" He asked going over to the bar.
"Sure okay...whatever you're having." She replied as she looked over the suite.
I'm having you. Deacon thought to himself as he poured their drinks.
Bridget had to admit it was very nice. White flooring with matching white furniture. Black throw pillows. A large white rug sat in front of a fire place. There were glass doors that lead outside to a balcony. "You like?" Deacon asked handing Bridget her drink.
"It's nice. So you bring a lot of girls up here?"
"No." said Deacon. "You're the first."
Bridget shook her head. "Liar"
"What?"
"Daisy told me that you've had a lot of women."
"Bridget I swear I never brought any of them up here. I don't really go up here that often to be honest."
"But you've had a lot of women."
"I'll be honest I've had my share but not a ton. Not like Wilt Chamberlin or anything."
Bridget laughed in spite of herself. "You know I always thought that Wilt was full of it."
"Probably." agreed Deacon with a laugh. "But I'm telling you it's nothing like that."
"You serious about any of them?"
"I thought I was." said Deacon taking a sip of his drink and headed out to the balcony.
"What do you mean you thought?" asked Bridget following him out.
"What I mean is...I thought that they cared about me."
"I see. So you were using them."
"No." said Deacon turning to face Bridget and setting his drink down on the concrete ledge. "It wasn't like that. They were using me. They didn't care about me. I was just something to make themselves feel better or someone they could brag to their friends that they were with."
"Deacon I'm sorry." said Bridget sympathetically. "I didn't mean."
"I know. I understand."
"Actually Daisy said something to me downstairs. She said that she thought that you were looking for something more serious than just the party girl type"
"I suppose."
"So is that why I'm here?" asked Bridget. "Am I the more serious thing you are looking for?"