Ten Hours: Ch 16
Chutswith convinces Kendra and friends to travel to Vegas on his private jet, immerse themselves in pleasure, and experience the opportunity of a lifetime
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Kendra tightened her seat belt, held Asher’s hand, and from the comfort of the plush, oversized chair, watched the descent into Las Vegas. Max sat with Darla on the faux leather sofa and Chutswith, looking pleased with himself, and Bonnie Gadowski relaxed across the cabin.
Chutswith’s jet touched down with the wheels seeming to not even touch the tarmac, sped along the runway before braking, and pulling to a small hangar. The private jet experience was an indulgent experience and Kendra wondered what Asher and Max were thinking.
“Welcome to Las Vegas, ladies and gentlemen.” Chutswith mimicked a commercial airline flight attendant while the attendants who served with the plane moved from the back to the cabin door. A woman in tight skirt and blouse revealing her ample breasts passed by and a man in tight shirt and slacks who had the physique of a toned personal trainer accompanied her and opened the cabin door.
Max and Asher had agreed to fly from Chutswith’s estate a few hours from Maple Grove to Las Vegas, enjoy a night in the casinos and listen to his presentation on turning Kendra into a sexy, pop culture icon showered with plenty of money.
A member of the ground crew took luggage from the jet’s cargo bay and Chutswith got up from his seat.
Asher looked at Max and then Kendra and mumbled. “This has got to be better than going to a timeshare presentation.”
“You mean he’s not giving us a $70 prepaid Visa gift card?” Max rolled his eyes.
“He did promise a massage and private strip club treatment. Isn’t that something to look forward to?” Kendra spoke just above a whisper.
Chutswith and Gadowski ambled out the door and down the steps.
“It depends on what he’s doing with you,” said Max, motioning for Darla to stand.
Limousines pulled up to the jets.
“Much better than flying Southwest,” joked Asher.
“Much more efficient.” Chutswith directed the four guests to the first limousine. “Galen will drive you to your guest quarters. Ms. Gadowski and I will take the other to our office. We have some business to conduct. I’m sure you’ll find this an invigorating experience.”
“I’m on the alert,” said Max, waiting as Galen, the driver, opened the doors.
Galen drove past the Las Vegas strip and to a winding road that dipped, rose, and led to a sprawling two-story building in a sandstone exterior. The driveway curved to the front with an arch and another attendant appeared, a woman in tight shorts that looked painted over her ass and small breasts that fit her physique.
“Welcome to Highlands,” she cooed, opening the doors.
“Where does Chutswith find these employees?” wondered Asher.
Las Vegas and Highlands were a great distance from Maple Grove in terms of distance and also in terms of culture. This was an experience for only a few from around the globe.
