Sadie celebrates by catching a show and becoming a queen of spades

Max walks Marley and I back to the Fantasy show. I’m a little taken aback as we walk right past the Atrium Showroom where the Fantasy show is performed. It’s also where Just Dance was taped, and I was hoping to at least see the theater if not the actual show. Instead, we walk past the entrance to the showroom, around a corner, and finally to an out of the way door. There’s a burly guy standing in front of it with an earpiece that looks like the ones the secret service use in his ear and a pair of sunglasses on.

Max keeps his arm around me but slips his other one away from Marley’s shoulders and pulls out his phone. He brings up some kind of digital ticket which the guard glances at before opening the door and gestures us in. We walk into a dark room, and it takes my eyes a couple moments to adjust before I see where we’re at. It’s another stage, at least as big as the Atrium Showroom’s stage, but the audience area is a lot smaller. I’d guess this was a practice area if it wasn’t outfitted so nicely with carpet, curtains and luxurious seating.

Max guides us to some seats right in front with a table in front of them. As we sit down, I can see there are other small groups of people here, maybe a total of twenty or twenty two people. A waitress comes up and asks if we’d like something to drink. Max leans forward and orders for all three of us. “We sure would. I’d like three negroni’s please. And keep them coming, we’re celebrating!”

After the waitress leaves Max sits back in between Marley and me, quite obviously enjoying himself. “Hey, if having an obscene amount of money can’t get you special treatment, then what’s it good for? I absolutely love negroni’s and get them wherever I go. I’m constantly looking for the best one and outside of Italy, this is it. You’ll love it. Oh, and in case you were wondering, there are two groups of dancers for the Fantasy show. When they can book it, the lead group dances here for the smaller audience. A small intimate audience means that they can take the gloves off.” He winks conspiratorially at Marley and adds, “The strip’s sexiest tease just got sexier and less teasing!”

Max was right on both counts. The waitress brought the drinks and while I’ve never had a negroni before, it tasted really good. I didn’t want to look like a prude, so I did my best to keep up with Max and Marley, but that meant drinking another three cocktails during the show. I only found out after the second one was delivered that a negroni’s only non-**** component was the orange zest on the glass. What tasted like candy was almost completely booze. The other thing that Max was right about was the show. I’d read about Fantasy and knew that it was a very sexy strip tease show. The version we saw in this private theater was way beyond that. The dancers not only were sometimes stripping completely nude, they were coming out into the audience and interacting with us. During one number, Max and Marley got to marvel as two of the dancers guided me up onto the stage and give me a lap dance. I’m sure everybody in the audience loved seeing the comparatively innocent pink haired girl get a sexy dance form these performers, but my cage was doing double duty, and it was downright painful with as aroused as the dance made me. Rubbing up and down a guy’s chest is sexy but having them rub up and down my breasts stole my breath away.

When the show finally ended, the dancers stayed and chatted with the audience. They all stayed in their outfits, which included some of the dancers being nude. None seemed to mind at all, and Max had his arms around two of them as they snuggled up close to him, giggling at every joke he made. I wouldn’t have minded if Marley got his part of the dancers but was still appreciative that he kept his arm around me instead as it kept the dancers from teasing me further. I’m not sure if my cage could take any more teasing and my nipples were already two little hard points clearly visible under my dress.

Once Max finally leads us out of the little theater, bringing one of the dancers with him, he aggressively shakes Marley’s hand and kisses my knuckles again. “You two have a good time. I’ve set up with the management that your rooms and expenses are on me. That includes having some fun over at Mandalay Bay if you want. Have a good time. I’ll see you both again next year when we’re getting ready to open your first location!”

And with that he struts off with the barely dressed dancer, leaving Marley and me behind. Once he’s out of earshot I turn to Marley, unable to keep the tipsy grin off my face as we’re finally able to celebrate. Marley beats me to the punch by wrapping his arms around me, lifting me up, and spinning me around, nearly shouting “WE DID IT!!!”

As we’re both feeling good and are still quite loaded, we figure it’s best not to return to the rooms. Since we’d explored the Luxor earlier in the day and Max has us covered at Mandalay Bay, we take the walkway over there, stopping in several of the shops and marveling at everything for sale. When we get to the casino floor, I suggest we hit up some roulette or blackjack, something that I can stand next to Marley and cheer him on, but Marley claims to be a little too disoriented to be betting any money. Even if the money isn’t his.

Over to the side of the casino we notice something neither of us expected. A tattoo parlor called Starlight Tattoo. It seems to be owned by some famous tattoo artist and they’re actually tattooing people just feet off the casino floor. Marley guides me over, leaning in to say quietly “Don’t worry, I don’t want anything permanent to mar either of our bodies, but it’s fun to look!”

We glance over the art books with photos of all kinds of Tattoos. From multicolored dragons taking up someone’s entire back to small portraits that fit in between someone’s thumb and forefinger. There are of course a lot of women’s tattoos just above their rear, tramp stamps as they used to be called, but I skip over those as I don’t even want to be looking at something that might have sexual significance. Eventually one of the artists comes over. She’s an attractive woman with short bright red hair, a nose ring, two lip rings, a tongue piercing, and the tunnel piercings in her ear lobes where you could almost stick your finger through it. Naturally she has tattoos on her neck, shoulders, back, arms and I assume other places that are covered up with clothes. I let her chat with Marley while I continue to look through the books.

When Marley taps my elbow, he has a playful look in his eyes. “Hey, they have something that sounds like a lot of fun. It’s an ink that they tattoo you with, but it fades after a few weeks. You wanna have some fun and get a tattoo?”

Marley seems really excited about it and I have to admit, it sounds like fun. Being able to experience getting a tattoo without having permanent ink done. I nod and agree that we should get it done. Marley pulls me back to the tattoo artist and we get sat down in two chairs. Our heads are right next to each other, but our bodies extend in different directions letting us see each other’s face but not the art we’re getting. I ask Marley what he’s going to get and laugh when he says he’s going to get the ace of spaces on his belly. I’m still giggling when I ask “Ace of spades? God Marley, why would you want to get the **** card?”

Marley’s answer sobers me up a bit as he seems really passionate about it. “Actually, in certain circles it’s the card of ambition. It’s used as a sign of study as well as pursuit of mystical knowledge. It even represents modification and transformation. It’s always been my go-to design as it represents my desire for more knowledge and desire to help people modify and transform their bodies for the better. Just like I’m helping transform you!”

I blush at that last part as he said it within clear earshot of the tattoo artist, but know that even if she heard it, she’ll just likely hear it as him being a gym trainer with me and not specifically teaching me how to be more feminine because I’m a man. When the woman with the red hair starts working on Marley another tattoo artists sits down next to me and introduces herself. Kari is blonde, bubbly, and even though her skin is pale pale white, she only has dark black tattoos on her skin.

Thankfully she’s polite as all get out as he asks me what I’m looking for. I tell him that I’m with Marley and that he’s getting a card tattoo, and I’d like to get something to match. Evidently that’s funny to her as she giggles, looking between Marley and me before asking if I mean I want to get a queen of spades tattoo. I laugh with her for a moment but realize that a queen of spades would be perfect. Not only would our tattoos match suits, if our tattoos were seen together, it would make the perfect blackjack hand and even the beginning of a royal flush.

I finally make eye contact with the cute girl and nod, “Yeah, the queen of spades would be perfect. It shows that he and I are together! Oh, and he’s getting his on his belly, so I want to match it.” I lean back in the chair, rubbing just above my bellybutton piercing.

The tattoo artist looks where I indicated, up to my eyes, over to Marley, and back to me. Leaning in, she asks quietly “You two are together then? Like you’re WITH with him?”

I swing my face side to side, enjoying how the room is spinning as I do. Giggling I answer her while tapping my fingers on my belly where I want the tattoo, “Yeah, we’re together. We’re not married together, but I’m certainly with him.”

I don’t bother discussing that it’s only temporary ink. Thankfully she doesn’t hesitate any longer and gets ready. When she holds up the design for me to approve, I almost say no as I was thinking of how it looks on the card. The capital Q above the little spade design. Her design has the spade much bigger, and the capital Q is negative space within it. But the longer I look at it, the more I realize it’s still clearly a queen of spades and it really does look good. Nodding happily, I say, “That looks great. Exactly what I want!”

It only takes her about thirty minutes to get the tattoo done. She talks quite a bit while she’s working but I fade in and out of what she’s saying, mainly listening for instructions. When she did the two outlines, the outer one of the spade and the inner Q, it got a little intense and near the end when she was coloring in the large area it got a little more than tingly. It’s hard to compare to other feeling but I’d say it was slightly worse than my cage holding me tight felt, although that’s a dull ache while this was sharp pain. When she’s finished, Kari rubs some lotion on my belly then puts a clear bandage over it. She tells me that because it’s the temporary ink, it gets absorbed by the skin faster. It should stay a good deep black for two to three weeks and then start fading quickly and be completely gone by eight weeks. She tells me I should take the bandage off in the morning, clean the area with simple antibiotic soap, and then apply a simple lotion, both of which she’s including in a bag for me. I should do that for the first couple days but after that, it should be fine.

Standing up, I look in the mirror and marvel at myself. I’m still opposed to getting any permanent tattoos done, but seeing this on my belly certainly looks good. When I call Marley over, I smile and for a moment can’t take my eyes off of his belly. He too went with black ink making his tattoo far more subtle on his dark skin. I realize I should have consulted with him to make our tattoos match as his is the entire card, including the card’s outline, the single spade in the center, and the capital A with the spade under it in both corners.

When I can finally pull my eyes away from his tattoo and look up at Marley, I see him looking at me a little strangely. I start to worry that he doesn’t like it when he asks, “Sadie, that looks beautiful on you, but… do you… are you sure….” He looks over at Kari and asks of her “…does she know what that tattoo…”

I giggle realizing why he’s freaking out. Stepping forward I wrap my arms around him in a hug and say “Yes, she told me about the tattoo. It means we’re a pair. That we’re together. I mean sure, most people wouldn’t guess a little girl like me would get a tattoo like this, but ever since I met you, I think it fits. I’m a full-blown queen of spades!”

Marley seems particularly pleased as I feel him relax in my arms. His voice sounds relaxed, happy, but getting a little excited as he says “Okay then. Let’s go up to our rooms and finish celebrating!”

Marley settles the bill, they charge the tattoos to our room meaning Max will actually get the bill for them, and we head back to the Luxor and up to our 23rd floor room. I see people smiling at my tattoo and almost wish Marley could go without his shirt as it would be great for everyone to see them together. On the elevator ride up Marley stands behind me and I watch him in the reflective door as he hugs me and traces his finger over my belly tattoo. It’s both tender and ticklish making me giggle and rub up against him as I hear him say “This means a lot to me Sadie. If I’d known you felt this way I wouldn’t have held back. But now… well, we can make up for lost time tonight.”

I giggle again, putting my hand over his as he continues to trace the Q on my belly. I’m not really sure what he means, obviously we’re a pair since I agreed to come with him, but I can’t help but feel happy since whatever he’s feeling, Marley seems really happy. When the door opens on our floor Marley moves to my side and we start walking side by side toward our rooms, his fingertips dancing up and down my spine the entire way.