I swung down into the meat of her ass cheek about a quarter as hard as I could. SLAP! I was amazed at the sound. Almost like a thudding hand-slap, onl... louder. Much louder! The paddle bounced back off her ass. I wasn't ready for it to recoil like that. I firmed up my wrist a bit. Annie hardly even moved. She shuddered a little and gasped. "Is that about right?" I asked. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. Tap. "J... Just do it!" she begged, her eyes screwed closed. I steadied us both with a hand on the. " What would I be manager of?" Mr. Little asked me skeptically."The Bellagio," I smiled. "And if everything goes well, you could be the Las Vegas Director within a year or two." You're kidding, right?" he laughed. "Last I heard Terry Benedict owned the Bellagio." He did," I said. "Until I forced him out." Wow," the hotel manager of the Desert Rose said. "I could be managing the Bellagio, the Mirage and the MGM Grand in a couple years?" As well as the Venetian, the Tuscany, the Westin Casuarina,. It would be the high point of my weekend."Cool." Phil summarised. "Give me a call when you get back, and we'llfix up the time."He rang off quickly, and I returned to my girl watching. Phil wastalkative enough when we were out drinking, but he hated phone calls,so when we weren't actually face to face our conversations were alwaysbrief as we could manage. I liked that about him.The brunette in black leggings had started reading a book. I decidedthat given the choice, I'd rather screw the blonde. I was given enough food to EASILY last until Monday's lunch, so it looked like I'd be eating Chinese for lunch after all.Between their fantastic food, their very friendly dinner table atmosphere, their generosity with the aforementioned fantastic food, and their giving away their daughters into sexual servitude, I was rapidly becoming a fan of Chinese culture.#1: Prof and Vanessa told us that the Wests had asked them several questions about me, and they'd listened carefully when other people.