Larry the Billionaire Episode 24 Fast Times at the Aria

                Emily is in Vegas for the first time.  As she doesn’t know much about the hotels and figures all hotels are created equal so long as they’re on the strip, she books a room at Circus Circus.  What she finds is way too many children for her liking and a pool that looks like it belongs in someone’s backyard rather than on the Las Vegas strip.   Emily is from New York of Dominican descent as both of her parents are immigrants from the Dominican Republic.  She is five feet tall but wouldn’t be considered petite as her breasts and butt are large.  She has long black hair and large eyes.  At 24, she is ready to have some fun in Vegas but knows that she doesn’t really have that much money to drop.  She’s in Vegas with her friend Josemara.  At first they decide to take in the experience and go walking on the strip.  They are a little skived out as lines of people click cards together to get your attention to try to get you to go to a strip club.  Emily looks at Josemara and is confused why they think a couple girls would want to go but just go on their way.  They walk into the Bellagio and see the flower display that changes five times a year.  Although it is not a large room, they spend a long time taking it all in; partly because it’s free and partly because they do a great job. 

                As they leave the Bellagio, they decide to get something to eat.  Sitting at dinner, Emily finds out about a showdown in Philadelphia as a gunmen is firing on cops.  The gun fight ends with six police officers in the hospital.  They don’t know this yet, but all six will survive their injuries.  What captures Emily’s attention is after they apprehended the man, the officers walk back to their cars and there is a mob of people around them screaming at them.  Some even shove the cops, who don’t retaliate and just go to their cars.  Emily exclaims, “Coño, they just spent six hours exchanging gun shots with a killer trying to protect them and they’re disrespecting them like that?”

                Josemara responds, “Well, minorities and cops aren’t always the best of friends.”

                “Shit, I don’t care.  If there’s some bendajo  shooting at people, I want the cops to take his ass out.”

                “Well the mayor, Jim Kenny, did support the cops saying that they need gun control to help keep guns out of the hands of people like this.”

                “The dude doesn’t care about killing random people; you think he gives a shit about gun laws?  Fuck no”

                “I’m just saying”

                Emily pulls out her phone and starts researching it.  She cries out, “Yea, the guy’s been arrested several times before.  He’s not allowed to have a gun.  Philadelphia has very strict gun laws so the mayor is full of shit.”

                “It’s just weird how people just don’t stop caring about breaking the law.  I mean to get to a point where you don’t care if you go to jail is just odd to me.”

                The girls finish their food and Emily poses, “You know, we’re already in Vegas, we got to gamble a little bit.”

                “Do you want to play slots?”

                “Nah, I want something more social.  There’s a cool looking casino on the other side of the strip, I hear it’s new.  It’s got like modern architecture and shit.  Let’s go check it out.”

                “Sounds good to me.”

                Emily and Josemara go to the Aria and find a five dollar black jack table that has two seats open.  They sit down and kick up a conversation with the people there.  Emily says the first thing on her mind, “Did you guys hear about the shooting in Philly?”

                A bald white guy responds, “Yea, I wish the cops would have killed the dude.  Pieces of shit like that shouldn’t get arrested.  It’s a waste of tax payer money.  They should just be executed on the spot.”

                “Damn, that’s intense yo.  I do agree with you though.”

                “Well, alright then.”

                “I just don’t know how you can get to a point where you just don’t give a shit about the law anymore.”

                “Well, when the mayor openly defies the law then why should the citizens follow the law?”

                “What do you mean?”

                “The mayor, Jim Kelly, when President Trump banned cities from being sanctuary cities, he lobbied for Philadelphia to become a sanctuary city.  It was granted and he started dancing for violating Trump’s law.  That sends a message.”

                “Being a sanctuary city when there’s a ban on sanctuary cities and killing people are very different.”

                “At face value, yes I agree but you’d be surprised.  New York was a shithole in the late seventies and eighties then Mayor Giuliani implemented a broken windows policy.  It used to be that the NYPD would look the other way on smaller crimes and go after the rapists and murderers.  What Giuliani said was the people that get away with small crimes become the murderers and rapists later so if you get them on the small stuff, they never graduate to the big stuff.”

                “We’re from New York.”

                “So you know what I’m talking about”

                “Not really, Giuliani was a little before our time.  But we have heard stories and even Democrats admit that Giuliani cleaned up New York.  I just didn’t know how he did it.”

                “Well, that’s how.”

                “Alright, I feel you.  You from New York?”

                “Yes, I am.”

                “Nice, what part?”

                “Upper East Side.”

                “The city! Damn, you must be loaded.”

                “I get by.  I’m Larry by the way”

                “Emily, and this is my friend Josemara.”

                “Nice to meet you.”

                “Likewise”

                As they keep playing blackjack, someone else at the table mentions that Jay Z is going to be performing at the club in the Aria the following night.  Emily says that she would love to go to that.  As they keep talking, Emily finds out that the line to get in is going to be ridiculously long.  Emily asks, “Well, I can talk my way into any club”

                “Maybe in New York, but in Vegas, hot chics are a dime a dozen.  The only way you can skip the line is to buy a table”

                “How much is that?”

                “$3,500 to start and then you have to add drinks.”

                “Holy shit, who the fuck has that kind of money?”

                “Enough people that they can charge that every day.”

                “Yea, I guess.  I’d do anything to be in the VIP high rolling like that.”

                Little did she know that the bald guy named Larry sitting at the table was not at a five dollar table because he didn’t want to lose much money.  He was at the 5-dollar-table hunting attractive girls who would be willing to exchange sexual favors for something.  Larry was actually a billionaire and could easily afford a table at the Aria club.  It was time for him to let these girls know that he is a high roller.  He inquires, “Hey, you girls seem like you got a lot of positive energy.  We need that for craps.  Do you want to come play craps with me?”

                “We don’t know how to play.”

                “I can show you.  I’ll tell you what to do or you can just stand and cheer for me.  It’s always the loudest game in the casino because people are most excited.”

                Emily shrugs her shoulders, “Yea why not?”

                They color up their chips and go to the craps table.  Josemara asks, “Can we get back to the Philly shooter?”

                Larry replies, “Sure”

                “What do you think of Kristen Gillibrand’s idea for the gun buy back program?”

                “I think it’s stupid.  You’re only taking guns out of law abiding citizen’s hands.  That means the killers have guns but the non-killers have no way to defend themselves.”

                “Well, she’s just talking about assault rifles”

                “There is no clear definition of what that is.”

                “It’s an automatic weapon”

                “Which means what?  You don’t have to pull a trigger?”

                Emily looks it up on her phone and finds multiple definitions.  She cries out, “Shit, it depends on what website.  Some say that when you hit the trigger more than one shot is fired.  Others talk about having a pistol grip rather than other kind of grips.  Yea, I’m a little confused.”

                “There you go.”

                “But, the government is going to pay people back for their guns” Josemara offers

                “What about people who don’t want to give up their guns?  Clearly it wasn’t the money because they gave up the money to get the gun.  Both the gun seller and the buyer were happy because the gun was worth more to the buyer than the money was and the money was worth more to the seller than the gun was.  That’s how a capitalist society works.”

                “I don’t know.  I never thought of that”

                “She already said she’d prosecute gun owners who don’t turn over their guns.  You really want people going to prison for this?  Prisons are crowded enough.”

                “No, I mean, that’s as ridiculous as putting people in jail for drug possession.  I don’t know, I guess I never really thought of this from all angles.  I just feel bad for the victims in these mass shootings.”

                “Me too, which is why we need more people with guns to protect themselves.  Sometimes the cops get there within a minute but even that’s too late.  People there need to whip out their weapons and fire back.  Almost all of these, including the one in Philadelphia, happen in places with the strictest gun control laws or gun-free zones.  That’s why they’re targeted, everyone know they don’t have guns there so people bring guns there to shoot it up.”

                As the conversation is going on, Larry is playing craps at 100 dollar units.  Although the girls don’t know how the game works, they do realize how many black chips he’s throwing on the board and that each black chip is a hundred dollars.  As they play for a while, Larry goes in for the kill, “I got to ask you something.  You said you’d do anything to get into that club tomorrow night to see Jay Z”

                Emily rejoins, “Yea”

                “Well, I want to put that to the test.”

                “What did you have in mind?  Emily said flirtatiously”

                “I don’t beat around the bush.  If you fuck me tonight, then I’ll pay for a table at the club tomorrow.”

                Josemara scoffs, “Fuck you pig.  We’re not like that.”

                Emily, on the other hand, seems intrigued.  “How do we know you’re going to follow through?”

                “I’ll draw up a contract.  If I don’t fulfill my end of the deal, you can sue me.”

                Josemara glares at Emily and scolds, “You can’t seriously be thinking about this.”

                Emily says in Spanish, “He just offered me $  3,500 to sleep with him.  Trust me, I’ve had sex with guys for much less.”

                “You don’t know him.  He could have AIDS or something”

                “Alright, so we’ll go get ourselves tested.”

                “I don’t think he’ll go for that.”

                Emily turns to Larry and switches to English, “I do have a condition”

                Larry responds in Spanish, “We can go to the hospital to get checked for STD’s.  I actually was going to insist on that too.”

                Emily and Josemara give each other guilty and embarrassed looks.  Emily smiles, “Well, I agree.  Let’s go.”

                “They go to the hospital and get tested.  Some tests don’t come back for five days for sure but they can do preliminary ones.  Both Emily and Larry come out clean and they go to Larry’s room at the Aria.  Josemara declares, “I’m going back to our room.  If I don’t hear from you in a half hour, I’m calling the cops.”
                “Fine by me” Larry states. 

                They go to the room and Larry strips himself of his clothes and hands Emily a contract that his lawyer drew up while he was in the hospital.  Emily signs it as does Larry.  There are two copies and Emily says, “I’m going to bring this downstairs to leave at the front desk”

                Larry smiles.  On one hand he knows that what he did is illegal.  You cannot write a contract for an illegal act and soliciting sex is an illegal act.  He figures his lawyers can get him out of it or he’ll just have to pay a fine.  He tells Emily she can go thinking she got cold feet and isn’t coming back.  He decides he’s going to give her a half hour.  Before he knows it, Emily is back.  She looks nervous and utters, “Can we have a conversation before we do this?  I mean walking in here, ripping your clothes off, just makes it seem too informal.  I mean, I know it is informal but I don’t want to feel like a slut.  Does that make sense?”

                “Of course it does.  What do you want to talk about?”

                “You seem to like guns.  That doesn’t really mean you’re a Trump supporter but are you?”

                “Yes I am.”

                “Why?”

                “It’s amazing how much he’s accomplished with a fake collusion story and the entire intelligence community, Democrats and Republicans working to undermine him.  I mean, he exposed government for the mob that it is.”

                “I don’t know if I’d call it the mafia”

                “I would.  Anyone that supports the President is attacked by politicians, the FBI, CIA and the media.  Even low level people that don’t even have any affiliation with the President but just accidentally stumbled on their conspiracy to spy on him and take him down get ruined.”

                “You’re going to have to give me an example”

                “Adam Lovinger”

                “Never heard of him”

                “Exactly”

                “Okay, tell me the story.  Convince me.”

                “Adam Lovinger used to work for the Pentagon and the department of defense.  He found a discrepancy in a money transfer.  It didn’t pay what it said it did.”

                “That sounds a little scandalous”

                “Yea, so he alerted his superiors and rather than have them investigate it, they fired him.”

                “They need to give a reason for firing him”

                “They said he leaked classified information”

                “Did he?”

                “Well, they investigated that.  Turns out, he didn’t even have confidential information on his computer that he could leak.  Weird thing was, the investigators never bothered to tell his defense lawyers that.  There was an internal report saying that the NCIS report said that the hard drive on Lovinger’s US government computer did not yield any classified or sensitive information.”

                “So, why was he fired?”

                “Well, to cover up the fact that they fired him for no reason, when they declassified the report, they took out the word ‘not’ and then a few days later admitted their mistake and put it back.”

                “But by then everyone sees a report that says his computer did yield classified or sensitive information.”

                “There you go.”

                “Alright, that’s a pretty big fuck up.  How does this have anything to do with Trump though?  What was the money for?”

                “To pay a man named Stefan Halper”

                “That name sounds vaguely familiar”

                “He’s a CIA spy that teaches a course at Cambridge in London.  He’s the one that called Sam Clovis, Carter Page, George Papadopoulos and Mike Flynn to London to meet with him.  He set all of them up for prosecution since they all, at the time, worked for the Trump campaign.  Now he’s being sued by a student that they pretended was a Russian asset in order to accuse Mike Flynn of colluding with the Russians.  His defense is to say that if he was a CIA spy, he’d have immunity to this.  He then says, ‘but I’m not one.’”

                “That’s as sketchy as this Epstein case.”

                “Yea, the autopsy report was pretty bad on that one too.”

                “What did it say?”

                “Well, his hyoid bone broke.  When you’re hyoid bone breaks, people know you were strangled to death.  That’s the medical definition of death by strangulation”

                “Well, he did hang himself.”

                “Yea, it’s not conclusive but it’s rare for your hyoid bone to break if you hang yourself.  In order for it to break…” Larry put his thumb on the front of Emily’s neck and lightly pressed, “You need strong forward pressure against it.  When you hang yourself, the pressure is…” as he switched the pressure on his thumb to go towards her head “up, not forward.  I mean, it’s not impossible to break your hyoid bone by hanging yourself, it has happened.  This is especially true when you’re old like Epstein but usually if the hyoid is broken, cops think it’s a murder.”

                “Alright, so suspicious but not definitive.”

                “Right, but it just shows how the government is a mob.  Epstein was going to rat out a lot of Democrats.  Most notably, the Clintons.  They are the mob mosses as Hillary Clinton was trained by Saul Alinsky who was Al Capone’s right hand man and strategist.  She bought the DNC and is now the mob boss of the greatest mob on Earth, the United States Department of Justice.”

                “Well, since I’m alone in your room and you just demonstrated that you know how to kill someone from strangulation, maybe we should do this” Emily smiled after she said it to ease the weight of the words.

                Larry walked to the door and opened it, “You are free to walk out.”

                “No, I’m just being a punk”

                “Yes, I think that too.  But if this story is told in front of a jury and you want to pretend that you only did it because you were scared, they will believe you.  You can call me paranoid but I really need you to walk out and then I’m going to shut the door.  Knock and I’ll let you back in.  That way, if you say otherwise, you are actually lying because I gave you an opportunity to leave.”

                Emily shrugged her shoulders, “Fine” as she walked out the door and Larry shut it behind her. 

                Emily knocked on the door and cried out loudly, “Open the door, I want to fuck you.”

                Larry laughed and opened the door and she had a large shit grin on her face.  She turned to him and commented, “You do know that you’re naked right?  You just opened the door twice.”

                “I clearly don’t care”

                “Alright well now it’s my turn.”

                Emily stripped off her clothes quickly and walked right past Larry and lied flat on her back on the bed.  Larry walked over to her and mounted her.  Emily kept her legs straight and spread them to let Larry inside her.  Larry supported himself on his arms and humped Emily while his mouth sucked on her breasts.  As Larry kissed her neck and breasts, his penis elongated and he could more firmly drive it into Emily.  Emily moaned as she realized that she wasn’t turned on yet but as Larry continued, the pain helped her body adapt and get the juices flowing.  She pushed Larry away and knelt on the bed. Larry followed suit and Emily wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him as she eased her body towards him grinding her hips once Larry had penetrated her.  Larry lowered his hands to her butt and squeezed hard pulling Emily into him.  After a bit, he stood up and Emily wrapped her legs around his waist and Larry slammed her against the wall and humped her repeatedly crashing her body against the wall.  He backed up and sat on the bed as Emily wriggled her breasts to slap Larry in the face with them.  Larry leaned back and Emily rode him hard.  It didn’t take long for Larry’s body to throw in the towel.  Emily felt the semen enter her and realized for the first time that they had forgotten to use a condom.

                Emily rolled off him as Larry lied on his back panting.  Emily lied down next to him and calmly asked, “So, if I get pregnant, you’re going to pay for the abortion right?”

                “Yes, I’m actually glad that you’re not pro-life.” 

                “Well, I’m on birth control so I doubt it’ll come to that.”

                “Good, Hispanics do tend to be very fertile”

                “That is true” Emily conceded, “So, I know you don’t like Gillibrand but what about Bernie Sanders?”

                “He’s a fraud.  A millionaire that hates millionaires and billionaires.  He became a millionaire by scamming the public into believing in global warming, which is just a grab for power just like communism.  There’s a reason communism has failed everywhere it’s been tried.  Medicare- for-all will bankrupt the hospitals”

                “How?”

                “Well, right now the government pays hospitals below costs for their Medicare patients.  The hospital makes up for that by charging non-Medicare patients more money.  That’s what keeps hospitals in business.  It’s also why we need to pay insurance companies because to make up for the massive losses in Medicare patients, who tend to be older, so need medical care more often than non-Medicare patients, you have to charge a lot more.  If everyone had Medicare than there’s no way the hospital can make up their losses so they have to close.”

                “Alright well Bernie said that he’d just tax people more to keep the hospitals”

                “His plan already requires double the amount the entire US economy is worth.  Every single tax payer is going to have to pay 33% more in taxes to pay for it.  Now, you want to add more costs and tax them more.  You really think Bernie is right that people will be glad to pay these taxes?  Will you?”

                “No, I won’t be happy about paying them.  He did say it’s not just the rich but the middle class will have to pay too.”

                “Yea, he may be a power-hungry hypocritical fraud but at least he’s honest about it.  Unlike everyone else that wants Medicare for all that just pretends that the rich have enough money to pay for it.  They don’t.  Even if you tax all the assets of the top 10% of earners, it still isn’t enough.”

                “Well, supply and demand.  What if we just build more hospitals so then the price goes down.”

                “Only if the hospitals can compete by undercutting each other’s prices.  Remember, the hospital has no control over the price.  Besides, why would you open a hospital when it’s impossible to make money?  Who’s that stupid?”

                “So when Obama expanded Medicaid for people living below the poverty line, he made it worse?”

                “Especially since they determine if someone lives below the poverty line by having a box to click on the website.  If you click it, you automatically are enrolled.  The problem is, nobody checks if the person lied about being under the poverty line.”

                “Well that’s pretty stupid”

                Twenty five minutes had passed and Emily called Josemara to tell her she was okay.  Emily got up and shyly pronounced, “So, what happens now?”

                “I’ll meet you in the lobby of the Aria tomorrow night.  I’ll pay for the table, get you situated and then leave as I hate clubs.  They will bill me.”

                “You’re going to let me and my friend alone to run up the tab?”

                “Yea, that was the deal wasn’t it?  It’s up to you if you want to take advantage of me.”

                “You’re not going to stay?”

                “Well, I may go in to take a body shot off your ass.  That wasn’t in our deal so your choice”

                “Yea, that’s fine” she spit out without hesitating as she couldn’t believe how magnanimous he was being.

                Emily got dressed and went back to Circus Circus.  The next day, as promised, Larry met them outside the club at Aria.  Both Josemara and Emily were in dresses and Larry was in a button down and jeans.  He walked to the front of the line with the girls and paid the $ 3,500 for the table.  They took him to a table and sat down as the music blared.  Emily wrote out on her phone, ‘we’re both letting you take a body shot off our asses or anywhere else on our bodies.”

                Larry smiled and nodded.  He ordered bottles of Vodka, Rum and Tequila.  The waitress constantly tried to up sell and Larry usually obliged.  It turns out he didn’t stop at one body shot.  He took eight body shots off each of Josemara and Emily’s butt cheeks and breasts.  They were not all consecutive as they did leave the table to go dancing.  They tried to get Larry to go but he absolutely refused as he hated dancing.  After his eighth shot, he told the waitress he’d be back at six AM to close his tab but to refill the bottles if they became empty.  When he was leaving both Emily and Josemara gave him four limbed hugs and passionately made out with him.  It was 2AM when Larry left and when he returned at six, he was surprised that Emily and Josemara were still there.  He closed out his tab and left a nice tip for the waitress after finding out that even after he left, she treated them well.  Later that night, Larry flew back to New York.  He never saw or heard from Josemara or Emily ever again.