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LOLA'S WANTS

 

Well, that Lola gal can want all she wants but she ain't gettin' none of it from me. I don't trust those shimmy, long haired blonds. They think all they have to do is blink their eye lashes, let go of only one 'come on' look and men will drown drooling. There are plenty of takers, for sure, but I've got brains in my head that half the guys graduatin' law school this spring don't have. I can make money faster than that Lola dame can spend it. The bouncer at the Starlight Casino caught on to my superior 'card count' ability and threw me out when my C note reached 1/4 mil.

 

That don't worry me none. I have new clothes, dyed hair and a sorta neat Van Dyke beard. I smack my dough on the green felt pad–five thou to start at the International. I let myself lose for a little while, whine a bit, walk away and come back to get hot. The Guvnor looks me over, pats me on the back and suggests I leave.

 

Neil Facockta is singing in the Willow Room. I always liked him. He's a taste of home. I go in, have a Jack Daniels, two ice cubes, and listen to Neil, send him a drink. He toasts me and I ask him to sing a medley of anything he wrote. The noisy crowd cools down and listens. What's gettin' into me? I've got an itch I haven't had in too long. My itch needs scratchin'. 'Hey, Honey, bring me a Smirnoff Raspberry neat. Her ass wiggles. I lay a fifty on her tray that she takes so fast I don't even see where she put it. She winks and hurries away. Win some, lose some I mumble and exit the Starlight.

 

Headed back to my nest at The Excelsior, I catch sight of Lola. She notices me, moves slinkily around the Ambassador's driveway, stops to wait for the doorman to admit her. I give her room to do what she does best, get a stack of five buck coins for the slots. My first coin rings bells sending me a shower of $1000. Lola hears the clinking and gives me the look I've been waiting for. I turn in my winners that is no big deal for me but impresses Lola. 'Hey, Big Shot, feel like dancin', she asks me. 'Know how to tango? Jose' Rivera is in the lounge.' I ask, 'Your name's Lola, isn't it? I've seen you around.' Lola shocks me. 'You ain't seen much of me yet.' If that isn't an invitation, I don't know what it could be. 'Okay, Lola. I'd like a look.' She'd know where the elevator is if she were blindfolded. Her door card appears from nowhere and slices easily into 2024, the Penthouse. A filled ice bucket is on the bar and the bar is unlocked and stacked.

 

We pretend not to be in a hurry but I am itchin' for what I came to get. It turns out to be damn good, too good for me to leave immediately. 'Ok if I bunk here 'til after breakfast, Lola?' Damn if she doesn't flutter her fake eye lashes and give me a hard-on. I use it up and leave my one night stand gal what I think she was worth, open and close the door silently.

 

Down the hall I whistle a happy tune as I head back to my hotel not being upset that Lola got what she wanted because so did I.