John chuckled, too. He liked the guy. At first, he hadn’t been sure what he’d think about Harrison Trent. After all, he was one of the biggest movie stars on the planet.
But he seemed genuine and down to earth. And, as a Little, he did a lot for the ageplay community—like forming the Daddy Guard with his best friend, Stryker.
Stryker was a former stuntman turned director. He was involved in this plan, as well, but wasn’t with them in the limo.
They’d meet up with him later.
Trixie asked, “But what if my employers notice me? They’re everywhere in this town. They have a big reach.”
“That’s where I come in,” Harrison said. “We’ve changed your look just a little. You’re wearing your hair pulled back, you have the glasses, and you’re dressed up. Obviously, it’s not enough to withhold heavy scrutiny. But it doesn’t have to be. You’re hiding in plain sight. They’re watching the storage facility in caseyoucome back. They don’t expect you to roll up with a movie crew.”
John had to admit the plan was crazy enough to work. It seemed elaborate, but he’d heard stories from the Guard members. Harrison and Stryker were sort of known for their elaborate schemes.
And they always worked.
He just prayed this one was no exception.
“It’s going to work,” Trixie said.
But John couldn’t tell if she was stating her sincere belief or trying to convince herself.
“You bet it’s going to work,” John said. “You’re going to be free of these people, babydoll. And then we can focus on building our new life together.”
He squeezed her hand.
His confidence was genuine. Because even if the plan fell apart, he’d see to it that Trixie got out from under these evil men who wanted her.
One way or another.
The casino was noisy and colorful, alive with chirps, dings, and dizzying displays on the various machines the group passed.
Someone yelled excitedly, and John assumed someone had struck paydirt on a slot machine. A happy bell seemed to indicate that was the case, too.
Lots of people milled about with drinks. Pit bosses called out orders. The occasional cheer or groan punctuated it all.
This was Vegas, John thought with a smile. A city that never slept and offered excitement at any time of the day.
“Mr. Trent!” a thin, balding man in a nicely tailored suit called out. “So good to have you back, sir.”
The guy wore a brass name badge pinned to his chest that identified him as T. TISDALE, but he introduced himself anyway.
“Tim Tisdale, manager of guest relations.” He extended his hand.
Harrison shook it and then introduced the rest of the group, using the name Ashley Minter for Trixie. “Thank you for accommodating me on such short notice. You know how it is when a studio gets an idea. They don’t drop it!”
Tisdale laughed, but John guessed he actually had no idea how it was.
“Of course, of course. Please, make yourself and your friends at home here. And if you need anything at all, this is my personal number.” He distributed business cards to the entire group.“Call anytime. Day or night.” He smiled and looked at John. “I see you’re eyeing the roulette wheel.”
John shrugged. “It’s been a while since I was in town. I’ve always liked it here. Maybe I’ll try my hand at a game or two before we leave.”
The manager seemed pleased with this. “Well you all have a line of credit, so enjoy and may fortune be with you.”
Trent thanked him and the entourage moved on. As they went, John kept an eye out for any threats to Trixie and just on the proceedings.
If it weren’t for the danger, that would be so much fun! So exciting.
He’d forgotten how much he enjoyed that town.
