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"Welcome to Caesar's, can I—" but Phil dropped the keys into the valet's hands and walked off. "Sir… under what name?"

"Billings," answered Jess as the guys walked inside. While she waited for the claim ticket, the guys went on up to the suite. The valet handed it over and she smiled a thank you handing him a ten dollar bill.

"Thank you, Miss," said the valet going to the next person.

"Excuse me Miss?" called the receptionist, but it wasn't Lisa. "Are you Jess Billings? Someone left this for you." The person held up a bag that was oddly shaped. "From a Jade Price it says."

Walking up to examine the bag closely, Jess could see it held an odd assortment of items

"Oh yes, my stuff! I forgot them with her!" Jess took the bag and hurried to the elevators to the guys.

"Where have you been?" demanded Phil leaning against the wall impatiently.

"I was getting the ticket for the valet! So we can get it back later," she muttered in retort.

"What you got there?" asked Stu peeking into the bag. "OH your stuff! So Jade was here!"

"Whatever. Let's go," instructed Phil in usual teacher voice.

As they rode up, there were several people riding to different floors. Jess was pushed into Phil's chest as one extremely over-weight man walked in, separating the two from Alan and Stu. As they were near the call-buttons they quickly pushed the one that man needed. Phil's cheeks turned a pinkish color as his hand grazed across her stomach when he pulled his arm up. The man finally left the elevator as Jess pushed herself off Phil sighing heavily at the contact. Phil's heart beat a little fast as she crossed her arms but he remained quiet as did Stu and Alan. They exited onto their floor Alan stopped suddenly.

"Wait, guys. Guys," said Alan looking at them. "What about the tiger? What if he got out?"

"Oh, fuck! I keep forgetting about the goddamn tiger," exclaimed Phil, turning his back to the door. "How the fuck did he get in there?"

"I don't know, because I don't remember—" said Stu loudly, turning toward Alan. Jess watched at Phil put the key it and crept the door open.

"Shh. Stu. Stu, keep it down," demanded Phil holding up his hands to hush him up.

"Because one of the, uh, side effects of, uh, roofies is memory loss," said Alan directing his words to Stu and Jess.

"You are literally too stupid to insult," commented Stu, as Jess held up her hand to protest them talking so loud.

"Thank you," he replied, but Jess was for loss of words. There was no way she could even form any sort of reply to Alan's simple and serious answer.

"Hey," Phil whispered loudly as he opened the door. The four walked in slowly and methodically.

"Did we leave the music on?" asked Phil, turning back to the three. Alan let go of the door causing it to slam shut.

"Hey. Shh! Don't make any sudden movements," he said to them. Jess walked to the right to see if she could find the stereo. Jess turned around to the guys and saw a large black man with his back to the guys.

"Phil!" she gasped but he knocked into the bowler hat man, throwing his hands into fists. The man was bit overweight, wearing a suit and tie.

"Who the hell are you?" Phil demanded of him, his fists still up.

"No, who the hell are you?" demanded the man, quite unimpressed with Phil's attempt.

"Quiet, quiet," said a voice at the piano. Jess, as well as Stu, Alan, and Phil, turned to the man sitting on its bench, their jaws dropping once they saw who it was.

"Mike Tyson?" questioned Phil completely shocked.

"Shh. This is my favorite part coming up right now." Tyson walked closer to them and imitated drumming a solo part for a few moments.

"I can feel the coming in the air tonight. Need a chorus line, guys," he sang.

"—hold on," repeated Alan getting into the rhythm.

"One more time, guys," instructed Tyson. She watched the former boxer motion to the guys as she turned to sit herself in one of the non-smoking chairs. She plopped herself into the black one as Tyson continued.

"But I've been waiting for this moment for all my life. One more time."

"Hold on," sang Stu, Alan, and Phil with Tyson. Jess crossed her arms in shame at watching this. Then suddenly Tyson took a step forward, landing a punch into Alan's face. Jess let out a scream bringing her knees to her face and grasped her mouth in fear.

"Oh, Jesus!" screamed Phil rushing over to Alan, who landed with a thud onto the floor. "Oh, fuck!"

He knelt down to check Alan over as Stu did the same.

"Why did you do that?" Phil asked in urgency turning swiftly in place between Alan and Tyson.

The two men seemed completely uninterested in Alan's well-being. The man wearing the bowler hat turned off the stereo and threw the remote onto the nearby table near Jess. His eyes lingered on her for a moment before addressing the men.

"Mr. Tyson would like to know why his tiger in your bathroom?" he asked simply.

"Hold on, that was completely unnecessary," Phil said before going into a fan boy mode. "I'm a huge fan. When you knocked out Holmes, that was... "

"Explain," repeated the man in the bowler again. It was one of those tones that meant trouble.

"All right, look, we were drugged last night. We have no memory of what happened," confessed Phil.

"It's true. We got in all kinds of trouble last night and now we can't find our friend," said Stu holding back a few tears. He looked at Jess to reassure himself. "If you wanna kill us, go ahead because I don't care anymore."

Jess gave a puzzled look, but remained firmly rooted in her seat. Her knees were shaking from fear, but she highly doubted that Tyson would hit her. He had to have some morals, she hoped!

"Stu, what are you talking about?" asked Phil to Stu.

"What? I don't care," replied Stu in complete assurance that his life was on the line.

"Why the fuck would you wanna steal his tiger?" demanded the man, redirecting their attention to him.

"We tend to do dumb shit when we're fucked up," smirked Phil.

"I don't believe these guys, man," said the man holding his arms down.

"Wait, how did you guys find us?" asked Phil seeing the jacket the man was holding.

"One of you dropped your jacket. Found it in the tigers' cage this morning," he replied handing it to Phil and Stu. Jess jumped up and grasped it. This was Doug's!

"That's Doug's," she whispered, holding the corner seeing the small D in the corner that she had etched in for him for this trip. It seemed so silly to him she do it, but she wanted to give him something, since he was bringing her along to begin with.

"Yeah, Doug. His wallet and his room key is in there."

"No, that's our missing friend," said Phil handing the jacket fully to Jess.

"I don't give a fuck!" Tyson and the man with the bowler hat seemed calm by their anxiety of Doug missing. Jess felt her eyes begin to water as she gave Doug's jacket to Stu. They were still talking but her quiet sobs were coming on. No… Not Doug… She needed him… She couldn't lose him again!

"Maybe one of the tigers ate his ass like Omar," commented Tyson closely in a joke.

"Respect," muttered the man pulling his hat to his heart. Jess snapped around gripping Doug's jacket and throwing herself into Tyson's space. She didn't care if it was intrusive. Tyson took a step back to brace himself as the girl got closer.

"Wha...? What happened to Omar?!" she yelled at him, wanting to know if she had to plan out Doug's funeral because he got his ass ate by a tiger because of their drunkenness.

"Oh, don't worry about Omar, he's not with us no more," Tyson smiled at her. Phil, sensing her state, pulled her into his arms as she cried hard. These were real tears, he knew. These were no fake tears. He witnessed these before….

"Okay, I know this is asking a lot...but do you think we could go to your house and look around...see if there's any clues?" The man with the bowler hat nodded at Phil.

"Absolutely. How else you think we're gonna get the tiger back anyway? Come on, champ." He motioned for Tyson to follow and they went toward the door.

"I'm sorry?" asked Phil, a bit confused, patting Jess' back. The woman in his arms was being to hyperventilate at the words, but remained still in his arms.

"We're not gonna put it in the Bentley. You brought it here, you bring it back," he said in a matter-of-fact tone. "What you think, about 40 minutes?" As the two men left, Tyson turned back at Phil and muttered don't make me come back for him. The door closed behind them and Stu exclaimed happily.

"That was Mike Tyson!"

"Yeah, no shit that was Mike Tyson," said Phil rudely pushing his hair back sitting Jess down on a chair to calm down. It was a dangerous request but right now their attention was to get that damn tiger out of their bathroom.

"I'm just saying he's still got it," said Stu once more.

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"Hello, yes I would like the biggest steak you got in the kitchen?" said Jess into the phone. The guys were standing around her as the order was placed. While waiting for it, Jess had grabbed her backpack withdrawing her textbook over an assignment that needed to get done.

"This does not seem fair," she heard Stu as she sat down in the chair again. Laying her book out and reading the chapter over, she overheard them discussing how to get the tiger back into the car.

The guys were watching Alan, as he pushed the remaining roofies into the steak.

"It's Rock, Paper, Scissors. There's nothing fairer," said Phil, eyeing Jess carefully.

"Alan should do it," insisted Stu watching Jess too.

"Alan took a punch from Mike Tyson. Come on. For Doug," cheered Phil bringing his head off the back of the chair he sat in.

"Why are you peppering the steak? You don't know if tigers like pepper," asked Jess noticing that Alan had grabbed the pepper from the tray.

"Tigers love pepper. They hate cinnamon." Jess nodded and left it at that. Stu and Phil seemed to continue their arguing for a few minutes.

"What about Jess?" offered Stu. Jess looked up at Stu and frowned not liking the idea at all.

"She got tazed in the tit. Hell no. I'm putting her in any more harm!" vowed Phil. Alan stood up fully and inspected his work making Stu and Phil stop talking a moment.

"Okay, I jammed five roofies in there. Just go in there and throw it in to him." Phil eyed Stu once more knowing he was doing to not lose this bet to Stu.

"Fine," said Stu finally admitting the fact he had to throw a steak to a tiger and somehow live.

"Make sure he eats the whole thing," she reminded him as she stood to watch Stu enter the room. He made his way slowly into the bathroom. Alan stepped in front of Jess, waiting for Stu too. Phil was the only one whose attention wasn't to the door, but Jess' long legs. He walked up behind her and pulled her closer to him. He caressed her side making her jump a moment. His fingers slipped under her shirt and poked her ribcage. Carefully to not get Alan's attention, Jess turned and tried to push his hands away. For a brief moment, Jess gave him a kiss and a deviously smirk. Phil smiled but he let go as Stu let out a scream. Jess turned around quickly worried for him.

"Shit!" Stu came running out in fear. "What do we do now?" he asked quietly.

"We wait."

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What do tigers dream of when they take a little tiger snooze?

Do they dream of mauling zebras? Or Halle Berry in her Catwoman suit?

Don't you worry your pretty striped head

We're gonna get you back to Tyson and your cozy tiger bed

And then we're gonna find Our best friend Doug

And then we're gonna give him A best-friend hug

Doug, Doug, Doug, Dougie, Dougie, Doug, Doug

But if he's been murdered by crystal-meth tweakers

Well, then we're shit out of luck

As Stu played the piano, Jess gathered her books and returned to her room for a quick shower as the others began to fall asleep. Washing the sand out of her hair, she stood there thinking about what Jason had sent her. They were supposed to meet up at breakfast? Was that way she woke up downstairs? Was she waiting on him? It just seemed like too much, maybe she could call him and see if he was even in Vegas still, but her thoughts were interrupted by a knock at the door.

"Jess?" Phil asked closing the door to the bathroom softly. "Are you done?"

She could see Phil standing in the doorway with a towel in his hand. A moment later, he opened the shower door and took a full view of her nude body. A soft pink glow warmed his cheeks as he stood just outside of her grip. Her cheeks reddened by the site, but she dared not look down at his belt because she knew what lay under his clothing. While her eyes locked with his, Phil extended a hand to her.

"I need you," he said offering a silent invitation to her. She grasped his hands and stepped out of the shower slowly. Phil pulled her inside the room fully as she reached to dry her hair. He was pulling at his belt as he turned slowly around watching the woman before him a moment more. After removing the leather belt, he grabbed for her arm and pulled her body into his while caressing her backside. His words were drowned out by their gasps of breath between kisses.

"I know about what happened," he mumbled taking a hold of his shirt and throwing it on the floor. Jess took his hands and guided them up her body allowing himself the privilege to explore her.

"And what would that be?" she asked taking a step further into his embrace. His eyes shined a moment before reaching up to take a hand full of her bottom. He firmly kissed her stomach as he lightly, almost like a feather, touch every part of her body. A grin formed on his cheeks as Jess was pushed onto her back on the bed. She placed her hand onto his chest and felt his heart beating.

"I didn't think I would feel this way about you," he smiled caressing her cheek.

"Why me?" she asked arching up to kiss him.

"You complete me," he said. "I just had to wait."

"Wait for what?" she questioned feeling a firework explode in her chest of emotions that she couldn't easily explain. Phil had felt this way a long time, but he had waited for her? Did he really love her?

Instead of speaking his reply, Phil's hand cupped her breast firmly and he leaned down to press his lips onto hers. He kicked his pants off as he crawled on top of her. Blue eyes stared into blue eyes and Jess was asked silent questions she already knew answers to. Her eyes followed his glaze to his hands which grasped her breast tighter.

"Phil… Phil… hold on," she plead with him. Phil paid no attention though. He snaked down her body and let his tongue play master. Jess shook under Phil as he played her body, and she tried her hardest to be quiet. But as much as she tried, a soft moan escaped, and this only made Phil move faster.

"Please, slow down," she begged him feeling her body arch up into rhythm. Phil saw the darkening excitements play in her eyes, but he remained quiet. However inside, his heart began beating promptly inside his breast cage. He knew the rhythm they played. He would let her lead this time…. Only he wanted his fun too. He knew the feeling well…. But it took him some time to figure out why she had been wearing his shirt when they woke up. He also figured out why she had a faint smell of his cologne all over her body. The doctor in the emergency room had eyed him wrongly and that had worried him most. The others seemed to not notice but he knew and now he wanted to remember it. This was something he thought he might do but prayed it was after she had finished school. A sly smirk crossed his devil-like face as she arched into him.

Phil gave her a questioning look, but his eyes widened by her actions. Jess had sat up in a moment's notice and knelt down to his waist, wrapping her fingers and mouth around her favorite toy, giving it a tender kiss. Her lips were soft. Surprised by this, Phil at first pulled back but when he felt her mouth tighten, he responded zealously. Gripping her hair at the crown, they closed their eyes letting the pure emotion wash over them for a few minutes. Phil slowly pulled Jess up against his chest, demanding more of her. More than she thought she would give. He devoured her once more and something inside him let loose, needing to claim every inch of her.

"Jess," he moaned in her ear, standing up while holding the eighteen-year-old in his arms.

Pushing them against the nearest wall, he felt her wrap her legs around his waist. Instinctively, Phil pushed his body with her, and they continued their sinful act. Under his touch, he raced a line up her spine.

"Fuck… you…" she whimpered out, throwing her hair back. They cascaded in his hands as it tickled her back.

"Glad to," Phil replied energetically giving her a sweet kiss on her exposed collar bone. "Well, aren't you sneaky with those hands," he whispered into her ear. A nibble to the ear and her smirk widened as she kissed him again. "But you'll have to be quiet. Or everyone will hear—"

Phil entered her and this caused a small gasp to emit from Jess. He rocked against her while waiting for her body to shatter into pieces but as the moments passed, Jess felt connected with Phil like something she never experienced before. It felt like forever they stood in silence staring at the other and allowed their bodies the precise feelings they had kept inside for over a year. Jess knew inside she wanted him, and yes, she had a crush on him. Only for Jess, she has unlimited access to Phil and he adored every bit of it. As he sat her down onto her feet, she reached up to his neck and firmly pressed her lips against his once more before turning to resume her shower. He let out a soft laugh before launching himself onto the bed with a plop.

Jess pulled her bathrobe around her shoulders and tied it closed some twenty minutes later. She was drying her hair with a small towel as she walked back toward Phil a second time. Her bath robe was tied around her waist firmly but this time the man had fallen asleep after their intimate session. The warmth Phil gave her was something that she had dreamt about a very long time. She knew she loved him but deep down she needed to wait for him. Or at least she needed to give up this fantasy she believed she could get away with.

While she admired his long eyelashes and his softs lips that had given her so many kisses before; she was reminded they had done the deed. Kissing and hands roaming across their bodies as the freedom to cross the line, understanding the full weight it carried. Deep down, she understood the struggles in his marriage with Stephanie, who Phil had suspicions was cheating too. But they both feared what Doug would so if he would gain knowledge of a relationship between them. It worried Jess more than Phil, but like always he said he would take care of it.

Suddenly her phone lit up and a message popped up alerting her. Crawling over Phil to reach the phone, she read that Jason had sent another text and then a call came through.

"Hello?" she asked unsure what to say. Jason's frustrated voice came through with a worry.

"Hi Jess?" he asked. "I was wondering if you were heading out with me again, if you were still in Vegas?"

Again? She thought with wonder. "Were we supposed to?" she asked unsure how to reply that she had no idea what he was talking about. She began to fill with worry over probably saying or agreeing to something she didn't know.

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"Hi Jess," Jason replied with worry. He pushed his hair back feeling more angered than he should. It didn't sound like she understood or even remembered the prior night's arrangements. The young man looked out the Cosmopolitan's executive suite windows watching the people below all the busy with their doings in Vegas. He sat his beer down on the table and took a seat in the plush seat listening to Jess speak. Nothing made sense though with this.

"We meet last night at the Bellagio," he explained to her. "We were lounging at the fountains, but you were with some older guys. Your brother you said, but you disappeared after a fight broke out. I never saw you after that. We chatted about meeting this morning, but I couldn't find you at all."

"I… I… don't remember talking about that," she stammered along speaking very quietly.

Jason frowned not understanding her reasoning. She had been all over him as they talked nearly drunk like through most of it. He remembered that goddess dress that exposed every inch of desirable skin to him. Hell, he knew felt himself growing hot when he spotted her last night. But the disheveled conversation worried him that he had done something wrong. Sure, she was legally an adult but he had to be careful with her too.

"Jess, if you're still here can I see once more before you go home?" he asked.

"Umm…. Sure, but we have something to do this afternoon and I don't know how long it will take us…"

Jason looked at his phone in confusion but agreed to Jess and hung up. She was very unconvincing about whatever had happened, but he struggled his shoulders and felt his phone ringing once more.

"Yes?"

"You got the delivery for me yet?" his father asked of him.

"No not yet. They land mid-morning tomorrow and we are planning on meeting our friends for the exchange."

Jason Marshall heard his father chuckle and then hang up. He would be extremely happy once this delivery was completed. Gold bricks were so damn heavy and the transfer would take a bit of time. He planned on just taking the transport vehicle and being done with it.

Sighing he thought back to Jessica Billings and that body of hers. He remembered her exposed bare spine under that midnight hued dress and those sky-high heels that she fell out of more than once. Finally, she had taken to carrying them but she had a firm arm around one of the guys she was with. It was the good looking one that was a teacher she had said. Never catching his name but knowing this particular man meant a great deal.

Knowing full well that he was stuck for another day or more, he changed into a pair of running shorts and a loose shirt making his way to the fitness center. There he saw an ample number of women and men there exercising their lean bodies but he only wanted a light jog on the treadmill. Still in the back of mind he remembered Jess.