The goblin giggled as he urinated onto the embers, turning them into smoking charcoal. All Logan could do was roll his eyes and turn back towards the car. Hopefully, the goblin would be done in a second or two. Goblin bladders couldn’t be that full. Logan carefully opened the door of Lola and slid down in front of the dash. The two naked elves were still huddled up together where they had been making love, and Logan cringed as he twisted the key, hoping the sound wouldn’t wake them. Once Lola’s start-up noises had died down to a dull purr, and his two lovers still hadn’t awoken, he let out a sigh of relief. Rafe, on the other hand, was not so quiet. From across the way, the goblin took off at full speed towards the vehicle. Once he was about four feet from the Volvo, he leapt up into the air. The goblin slid through the open window of Lola and plopped down into the seat beside them. “I’ve always wanted to do that, but my mushy mortal man-body wouldn’t let
Logan looked around at the shimmering lights, sexy women, and hot cars as Lola sputtered down the strip in all her glory, trailing a cloud of smoke behind her. Even with their windows up, the sound of cheers mixed with sirens and music pounded through the car. “We never get to play the machines when we are here,” Cupi said, her eyes following the large casinos as they passed by. Logan, curious, asked, “I’ve been meaning to ask you about that. What happens when you fulfill a contract? Do you just vanish in a puff of smoke? Or do you fly off into the night and catch a chariot back to Dark Realm?” “You already know the answer,” Abina said, grabbing Logan’s left hand. “The green and purple Magicfire sends us back and forth between the Realms. Once we have satisfied our clients’ needs, our master is notified, and he transports us back to him with his powers.” Logan continued his line of questioning, “What do you guys do in between clients? Like, in your spare time?” “When you’re a
“All three of us” Logan wagged his finger back and forth between the elves and himself. “Is it possible to pay by the night? We’re not exactly sure how long we’re going to be in Vegas.” “All three of you?” the woman asked, one eyebrow arched up in amusement. “Yep!” Abina smiled. “Logan here is our boyfriend!” “Both of you?” the brunette glanced at Logan. “Of course. Logan is so passionate that he needs at least two women to satisfy him,” Kelda locked her violet eyes with the woman behind the counter. “Maybe even three.” The brunette’s face turned a deep shade of red as she glanced down at the keyboard. Then she covered her mouth with her slender hands and let out a bashful giggle. Kelda continued to give the woman seductive looks while she finished entering their information into the computer. “Now I’ll just need a credit card to book your reservation,” the brunette asked. “Here you go,” Logan laid his card on the table. It was nearly maxed out at t
As much as Logan loved slumming it out in nature, one area the city had it beat in was sanitation. Last night, he had to sleep in a car, and as the soothing water from the shower spigot poured down on his head and ran off his brown locks onto the ceramic on the floor, he was really glad he chose something more luxurious for his stay in the Sin City. Even this simple shower screamed luxury. It was one of those stand-up set-ups whose walls were made of dark grey brick, with a shiny ceramic tile floor and a heavy glass door. In addition to the typical shower head that rested at the front of the construction, it had valves running down the sides of the wall that shot out jets of water. The sensation was so soothing that he thought he might just fall asleep right then and there. As he finished up and walked over to brush his teeth, he heard the voices of Abina and Kelda from around the corner. “These are so soft!” Abina giggled. “That’s not fair,
Logan tossed on his robe and meandered out to the main area of the room. When he opened the door, he was greeted by an annoyed three-foot tall goblin who stood with his arms crossed. “Are y’all done in there?” Rafe tapped his foot on the ground. “It’s the middle of the afternoon. Time’s-a-wastin!” “What, are you bored with Bigfoot Files?” Logan rubbed his eyes groggily. “When you’ve seen each episode five or more times, yeah, kinda.” The goblin shrugged. “But mainly, I want to check out the sweet buffet I saw downstairs!”“No gambling for the Rafester?” Logan raised his eyebrow in disbelief.Rafe placed his hand over his heart. “I’ve learned my lesson. Last time I went to a casino, I lost our rent for March. Word of advice – Never bet on black six and red nine, Jakey.” “I’ve always wanted to gamble,” Abina smiled as she casually pulled the straps of her dress over her shoulders. “We are gambling,” Kelda reminded the dark-haired succubus as she tugged on her
The dark-haired succubi reached out and interlocked their arms with Kelda’s, and the three of them made their way across the casino floor towards the buffet. Logan looked down at the goblin in the bag. “I don’t know who I should worry about more,” he said. “You, or the girls?” “Definitely me,” Rafe nodded. As much as Logan liked to give his friend hell about his munchies, he was pretty hungry too. Since the ice cream parlor, all they’d had to sustain themselves was some chips, mixed nuts, and an energy drink from the gas station near the border. As the group approached the shimmering sign of the buffet area, Logan’s stomach growled with anticipation. “Three buffets?” the man behind the cash register asked as he rang up Logan’s order. “That’ll be eighty-four sixty-nine.” “Yikes,” Logan laughed as he pulled out a hundred-dollar bill. “And here I thought the slots were where they got you.”The cashier chuckled at Logan’s joke, took the b
The curvy elve, Abina, was weakly trying to finish off her last spoonful of homemade mashed potatoes, but she could barely get the utensil into her mouth before she placed it down on the table in defeat. Kelda, on the other hand, marveled at her empty plates and rubbed her chin as if she was thinking about going back for seconds. Logan asked the blonde in disbelief, “Are you still hungry?” “Not really,” she shrugged, nearly in a food coma. “But that was so delicious. I know there’s still room in there somewhere!” “How you feeling, buddy?” Logan looked down at the goblin in the bag, Rafe, who was still munching. “Bro, I don’t think I’m going to eat again for weeks.” Rafe let out a loud belch of satisfaction that actually made the sides of the duffle bag vibrate. “That’s a lie, and we both know it,” Logan laughed.“That has to be the most food I’ve eaten in my life,” Abina mused. “I’m used to one solid meal a day, and that’s on a good day.”“When we are with
Logan and Abina walked across the floor to a cluster of slot machines, and Logan motioned for the dark-haired elve to sit down. “You want to give it a spin, Abina?” Logan offered. “Oh, I wouldn’t even know what to do…” Abina trailed off. “It’s easy!” Logan reassured the woman as he leaned over and placed a ten-dollar bill into the machine. “Just choose how many lines you want to play, click the button, and then push play.” Abina seemed hesitant, but she reached out a slender finger and pushed down on the button that gave her the minimal bet option. The machine was the most inappropriate you could ask for given their current situation. It was called “Angelic Chorus,” and featured pictures of angels all over the façade along with money symbols with halos. Logan was actually surprised that all four of them didn’t burst into flames just from touching it. Abina hesitated at the sight before she reached out and pulled down the lever. The machine answered w