She eased off of him when Vivica saw Lisa enter the room and shot her a dirty look for interrupting them. 

Bane looked angry but she ignored both of them and collected the extra large trash bag.

The couple might as well have been furniture in the room for she paid them no mind as Lisa hauled the trash bag out the room and down the stairs.

Neither had bothered to look even the slightest bit guilty at being exposed and having intimate relations with each other while on duty.

Forget about Bane, it was Tristan why she landed this opportunity in the first place. 

Everyone knows Vivica wanted to get married and was trying to trap any of the brothers. 

She didn’t discriminate and Bane would be a fool if he fell for her tricks not that Lisa cared.

Currently the Shadowhurst brothers were in charge of a multi billion dollar empire that had their hooks into several kinds of business.

From what Lisa gathered Tristan was in charge of the Entertainment side of the business.

While Bane handled the larger portfolio which dealt with hotel and tourism ventures. 

Tristan seemed to be over the moon about the prospect of showing Lisa around Las Vegas since she had never traveled out of the city before.

Just knowing that Tristan wanted her made her feel stimulated and her heart was just a little racy.

There was definitely something blossoming between her and Tristan and she felt tiny pricks of anticipation flood her veins at the thought of hanging with him that week.

Tristan was a decent, well spoken hunk, just absolutely gorgeous.

So far he checked off everything on her list that Lisa ever wanted in a man. 

The only disconcerting thing about being around Tristan meant that she would also be around his awful brother Bane.

After seeing how he carried on over her walking in on them making out, if there was ever a guy she detested right now it was Bane.

After hauling the trash bag outside Chandra came to get her, as Lucas, a close friend of the Shadowhurst brothers, was ready to drive to the afterparty.

The couple was forgotten as they sped down the road in Lucas' brand sparkling new Rolls Royce Silver Shadow.

That wasn't even on the market and was still being pre ordered according to Chandra.

Lisa couldn't have cared less, she was more than ready to try Tristan's hookah or anything else that would numb her mind and help her to forget what Lisa saw in the backroom earlier. 

They pulled up at a huge parking lot in front of the Posh Strat Hotel, sharing the same space as a miniature golf course and the Pure Love Chapel.

Chandra wanted to play some mini golf and Lucas indulged her and of course they dragged Lisa along. 

They were having so much fun that by time they entered the hookah party patrons were already looking high and plastered. 

Chandra got on the bar and started dancing coyote ugly style pulling Lisa along with her which seemed to wake up the crowd and had the party looking lively again.

Lisa was having a little too much fun, good naturedly accepting the shots handed to her when Tristan pulled her off the counter. 

He took her over to a table where Tristan and the other heartbreakers aka the close friends of the brothers were hanging out. 

She didn't see Bane or his best friend Shinto with them, not that she cared but Vivica was lounging on a couch smoking some mango flavored shisha and her eyes looked spaced out. 

Her minions were giving some of the heartbreakers lap dances and no one paid them any mind. 

Just then her attention was diverted when Bane and Shinto entered the room.

All eyes were on the fine looking men that swaggered in and commanded the attention of the crowd effortlessly.

She watched as Bane put a cherry in his mouth, twisting out the stem before he swallowed the cherry.

It was such a harmless but erotic movement.

There was no way he knew she was looking right?

So why did it feel like Bane was deliberately toying with Lisa since she did her best to ignore his presence.

Still, she felt like a helpless mouse being stalked by a cat. 

Bane just sat there sipping his liquor and not contributing to the conversation.

Just watching her openly and she was just as bad, because her eyes kept stealing glances at Bane the corner of her eyes. 

The other hostesses working the tables nearby kept coming over to offer Bane refreshments.

One mundane look from those piercing dark eyes of his and the women wet their panties.

Literally bending over backwards to cater to his every need.

Just the mere hint of a smile and anything female, even a few males came rushing over to his side to worship at his feet in adoration.

"Come over here," said Tristan, annoyed that Bane had taken center stage yet again.

He pulled Lisa over to the corner where there were several different sized bongs in a kaleidoscope of colors across two long tables. 

Tristan picked up the closest one and it emitted a really strong smell so her nose crinkled.

Lisa asked, "what's that smell?"

"That's cannabis, you'll get used to it."

He pulled out a new hose from a clear plastic wrapper and reattached it to the bong.

Then Tristan advised, "put this up to your mouth and suck it like a straw."

Lisa did as she was told, at first she coughed a bit but then got into it.

Enjoying each new hookah flavor that Tristan put in her hands when she wasn't drinking a vodka mix. 

The room started to sway with the music and Lisa was too invested in the hookah to pay attention.

Where did Tristan go, was he coming back?

Especially since the room was hazy with clouds of smoke, making it difficult to talk with others much less breathe. 

Someone pulled her closer to his side and she couldn't make out his face; everything was a blur. 

They started dancing and groping each other slowly.

Her lids felt heavy as this unfamiliar guy led her outside away from the others. 

Lisa asked him to stop several times but the guy would not listen. 

Since she was under the influence of booze and drugs no one noticed when she walked outside with him because they looked like a drunk couple. 

To get her out of sight, the stranger pulled Lisa into the nearest dark alley.

Eager to get things started that he didn't notice that they were being shadowed.

Before the stranger could finish undressing Lisa, a sucker punch sent him flying into the nearby wall.

Several punches and possibly a few broken bones later the new victor emerged by her side.

Lisa giggled, "why are you touching my lacy underwear, isn't it soft?

A familiar deep voice responded, "do you not want me to touch it?"

"The only reason you should touch my lace thong is if you're planning to put a ring on it."

"That can be arranged," said the sultry low voice as he pulled Lisa in the direction of the Pure Love Chapel.