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Duped
Holding the phone in her left hand, Bette sifted nimbly through the stack of papers and pictures on the table in front of her with her right.
“Inconspicuous. Exactly. Wish me luck, My Love,” Bette said, taking a sip of champagne. “Interpol always gets her man. Or rather, woman,” she corrected. She placed the half-full glass on the table before disconnecting. “I’ll see you soon.”
Grabbing her slim room key, and her badge, and tucking them into her small bag next to her gun, she placed the strap over her head and pulled it snugly across her chest. The purse, containing a nest of $100 bills, rested safely against her side. She slid her thin Blackberry into the mix and patted the contents.
As she took one last look around the room, making sure everything was in place, she flipped the switch on the wall and exited into the hallway. She turned the knob behind her, reassuring herself it was locked.
When she walked off the elevator into the casino, the multi-colored lights flashed across Bette’s eyes, almost blinding her. She blinked repeatedly, adjusting her sight. The clicking of the slot machines handles rang through her ears. The coins clattered and chimed, streaming incessantly into the metal base of the bandits. Scantily clad cocktail waitresses strode by her and smiled, their trays lifted high as they maneuvered through the crowd. It had been a while since she smelled so much decadence and money.
She breathed deeply and strode the floor slowly, checking out the faces at various gaming tables: keno, baccarat, blackjack, roulette, poker, craps. Patrons were having fun. But there was a palatable intensity about the environment.
“Fuck! I needed an ace, you bastard!” someone screamed to the dealer at the table to her right.
Bette kept going. Confidently. She was looking for a blonde. A particular one. And she was on a mission.
“Hey, Baby!” a man drunken man screamed, jumping in front of her. “Wanna come up to my room?” he offered, fanning a wad of bills in Bette’s face.
“Get lost, Dick,” Bette said coolly, stepping around him.
“Bitch!” he yelled to her back.
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(40 votes, average: 3.98 out of 5)
Yeah, go for it.
Okay Why is Tina in trouble? She didnt short the drink. This is a good beginning, love TiBete beginning Good Luck thanks
read like a good beginning to a story, im hooked when is the next chappy??
Next chapter please. Very captivating
Damn, that is not a good way for Bette and Tina to meet. So Tina is under arrest, that is very interesting. Please Post soon.
My God, what is wrong with Bette arresting Tina. Well, let’s see for what.My goodness bring on another chapter, you’ve got me hooked. Always love B & T beginnings.
My God, what is wrong with Bette arresting Tina. Well, let’s see for what.My goodness bring on another chapter, you’ve got me hooked. Always love B & T beginnings.
Wow. I like this. It’s different. Haha. Bette’s an undercover cop? Very sexy. Laughs. (: The writing style is lovely as well. PPS! (: I can’t wait to see why Tina’s in trouble. ((:
nice start… and i am also wondering why tina is in trouble… and anything to do with a casino… i am there… go for it…PPS
looks like an interesting story…waiting for the next chapter…thanks
Love this – more soon please
i like it – very interesting – i want to read more please! PPS
Oh…this is good and I can’t wait for more. pps
oOOH, EXCITING. nice, im liking it.., more?!!
WOW what a writingstyle, I’m amazed! Is Bette a member of the vice squad? Please PPS.
Definitely got my attention …….please continue …..