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can you service Nevada and California? San Francisco and L.A. plus Las Vegas? You’ll get a percentage of everything he sells, won’t you? That would be huge and you wouldn’t have to do a thing but count your money.” I knew Dom wasn’t doing such a great job of keeping the people here in Las Vegas happy. But then how many wealthy permanent residents did he have here? He kept the vamps at the Council House supplied with premium, with the hope they had rich friends who would visit.

“You’ve got a point, Glory. You might make a good businesswoman, after all.” He started typing, then hit a button. “I told him I’m considering it. Happy?”

“I’d be happy if I could afford to bid on those rights.” How true. “Hey, who owns the rights to the stuff I buy, Dom? The cheaper brands?” I looked down at my phone. The number of my supplier was in there and it wasn’t Dom. “Are those yours too? Juicz, Blud-lite, Diablo Red, Blott-O?”

“Yeah. Why wouldn’t I nail those down too? Your boy Oscar pays me my percentage every time you buy from him.” He frowned at me. “Are you going to make those calls or not? Connie Washington is a babe. She’ll add something extra to the event. Put her in a costume with a lot of skin showing. Dennis? Hell, he’ll talk too much, but ladies seem to like him.”

“They do.” I called them. Connie was as thrilled with the opportunity to make the extra cash as I knew she would be. Dennis wanted to bring Marlene with him. “Will she work? Or be trolling the group, looking for a new sugar daddy?” I didn’t trust Marlene. She’d gotten her ID papers from Karla but had yet to sing in a lounge.

“She’ll work or I’m send her packing. We both need the money, darlin’. Do me this favor?” He seemed sincere and I felt sorry for him.

“I tell you what. Tell her to bring a CD with some tunes for our Karaoke machine. She can sing for the crowd. Retro music. It’ll be nice to have some entertainment while the group samples the synthetics. I’ll run it by Dom, but I think it’ll fly. She can have a tip jar. If that doesn’t suit her, then she can’t come.”

“Oh, it’ll suit her. The crowd will love her. We’ll both be there.”

“In costume, Dennis. Tell her to make it sexy. We’ll coordinate.” I hung up then told Dom what I’d done. He didn’t care. He was still in a tizzy over logistics. The vampires were coming from all over the world, even his beloved Romania. The makers of the synthetics from there had decided to see how he was handling the distribution of their specialty brews.

“Glory, we have to make this perfect. High class.” He looked around his office and frowned. We could hear the music from the stage coming through the walls. The dancers were doing a cute dance to “Love Potion #9”, my Halloween number. They were wearing witch hats and not much else. It had been a hit this week.

“God, if the Romanians see the topless dancers, they’re going to pull this thing from me.” Dom would have torn his hair out if he’d had any.

“You don’t know that. Besides, the dancers won’t be here Monday. Meet the scientists at their hotel. When are they coming?” I walked around to look over his shoulder. “Is that the email they sent?”

“Yes. They’re coming early. Saturday. They can’t wait to see how we have things set up. Shit.” He put his head in his hands.

“Were they vampires first? Or scientists?” I touched his back. Yes, I’d been mad at him, but right now I felt sorry for him. This off-the-Strip dump wasn’t exactly the kind of place you brought serious inventors or investors and yet he was doing the best he could. This was Dom’s big chance to take his fortune to the next level. I understood the ambition. I was burning with it.

“Former scientists who are now vampires. They told me their story.” He sat up and shook his head. “I guess once a scientist, always a scientist. They were turned and then decided to use their knowledge to create the best synthetic they could. It’s a husband-and-wife team. I’d say bring the man here and let him enjoy my ladies doing their bare breasted dances, but I’m afraid the wife won’t like that.”

“You never know until you ask. Be honest with them, Dom. Explain your goals, your dreams. Obviously, they were driven to make their own dreams come true and their synthetics were born.” I smiled. “I think you should be there at the hotel when they check in, greet them and then tell them the truth about what we have planned. See what they say. You’ve worked your butt off. I think they’ll be impressed with your plans.”

Dom ran his hand over his bald head. “You’re right. I want you with me. Looking classy. You can help me explain our plans.”

“Dom, Jerry’s in town. Remember?” If I got involved with the out-of-towners, I’d never get free. Then there were the missing opportunities for tips. Saturday night was big here at the Velvet Slipper.

“I’ll pay you.” Dom stared into my eyes.

“Stop trying to read my mind.” I jerked away from him. “You want my help, never do that.” I needed to get back out to the showroom. The music had stopped and I could hear Manny talking on the sound system. Time to make some tips. “My relationship with Jerry is rocky at best. I’ll do it if I get paid well and can plan on the night off after we’re done. Deal?”

“Deal.” He stepped between me and the door. “I’ll hire a new waitress. I need your help with this now, not out there serving drinks. Stay and look over this guest list. Go with me Saturday night and forget Jerry.” He touched my bra strap. “I haven’t forgotten our

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