Into the Penumbra (Fetish / BDSM) (Pazzo x Loneiysong)

"Babe, Tony is not a homosexual." She sat back and grinned watching him carefully like an owl watches a hunter in the woods. Neither threatened or amused, just cautious. "He is bisexual. Taking pleasure where he can get it." Tony had told Philip only once that his parents viciously beat him and told him how unworthy he was.

She watched him and stroked her thumb over his knuckles and grinned. She raised an eyebrow and giggled. "Oh I bet you are nasty. But thats ok. I should show you your room so you don't walk into someones room like Trixie. She is a wild one." She smiled and looked at him and raised an eyebrow. "Unless your hungry still..."

He took a deep breath. "Yes, I have always known he was Bi, that's what I meant, admiring breasts and playing for... well playing for both teams..."
Everything about her was intoxicating, from the way her thumb felt gliding over his knuckles, lighting fires in its wake, to the way she arched her eyebrow gracefully...
Those eyes, beautiful, mischievous, sexy, and definitely something going on behind them

Oh he was hungry, but not for food...

"I accept your offer, it would be a shame If I got lost in this place on my first day..." He murmured softly to her.

"Yes...very shameful. Tony built this place like a maze." She stood up and turned and put her hands on her hips and moved forward through the casino floor. The enticement of gambling all around. Bells and whistles. Promises that you could be the next winner, was ablaze everywhere. The carpet was beautiful. Decorated like stars and galaxies.

Walking, she turned back to him and smiled. Moving across the marble lobby, there were some stores for toiletries. A large fountain born aloft by goddesses that were naked. She smiled and moved to the elevator bank that was walled in by beautiful fish tanks. She looked at him and smiled.

Elena stepped into the elevator and waited for Philip. "So what is your room?"

Phillip followed behind her on purpose, admiring the view of her lean body moving beneath her tight clothing, watching her muscles flex and relax...

He never noticed the casino games, and somehow absentmindedly missed bumping into everyone as they walked past him...

The mechanic watched Elena glide into the elevator... There was plenty of time to sit in front of the fish tank and stare at the fish later...

She spoke to him... "Room number... Uh, 6... 676 is what Anthony said to me" He said, rubbing his eyes. "Damn you stay awake brain..." He muttered to himself...

"Haha, its alright, once you sit in a warm bath for a while, then crawl into bed, you will feel better." She patted his back and pressed the sixth floor button and leaned back adn chuckled softly to herself. "676....nice..." She hsook her head and looked up. "My room is right next door." She blushed looking to him admitting it out loud.

As the doors opened, she walked out onto the dark blue carpet and walked down the hall that walls were black and white striped walls. She walked down the halls a ways to be far enough away from the elevator to not hear it going off every few seconds but close enough to not track too much.

"Well...here we are." She leaned against the wall and looked at him. She wanted to see him get into the room and settle in.

Phillip fished around in his pockets, and produced his card key, fumbling around and almost dropping it...

He put one hand against the door to steady himself, and slid the card into the slot in the doorway just above the doorknob...

He tiredly grasped the door lever, and opened the door slowly... He took a few steps inside the room, and smiled...

Lavishly furnished... Leather sofas... Huge flat panel TV above a fireplace... and the carpet, thick and plushie... oh so thick and plushie...

He dropped to his knees and fell onto the thick rich carpet, snoring exceptionally loud, as if two giant men with burly arms were sawing away at a thick redwood log...

The combination of exhaustion and a full stomach was too much for Phillip, he didn't even make it to the bed...

Elena rolled her eyes up to the heavens and growled that she wasn't getting paid enough. Walking around in front of him and grabbed his wrists and began to pull him towards a bed and grumbled.

"This Philip is why, one should never...ever...drink." She growled and began to pull him over the bed and sighed as she realized she wasn't going to lift him. Grabbing a pillow and a blanket from the bed, she put the pillow under his head adn wrapped him up.

"Energy drinks..." She sighed and looked at him and shook her head and walked down to finish her job. When she was done, she went to her room and ran a hot bath and pulled off her latex that didn't want to go. She sighed and looked at the door that lead to the joining room and wondered if he ever woke up.

... Phillip smiled, in that hazy place between asleep and awake...
He felt at peace, lighter than air....
An impossibly soft, cushiony pillow under his head, being embraced by something warm...

His eyes shot open... He remembered now... He had made a drive to Las Vegas to take up a job his best friend had offered him... He had fixed the computer system, had a lovely meal, and then fell asleep right as he was about to be seduced by possibly the hottest damn woman on the planet...

"...Oh fuck" he grumbled. He tried to stand up quickly, but the blanket was wrapped tightly around him and caught his legs, made him stumble, and fall to the floor again with a loud thump...

The mechanic groaned... At least the carpet was thick, and had somewhat cushioned his fall.
His face was inches away from a mahogany dresser, another step forward and he would have bust his forehead on it...

It was now dark outside, with a gorgeous view of the Las Vegas Strip in all its splendor...

Phillip slowly wiggled out of the blanket, and stood up. He must have passed out. Elena had been nice enough to give him a pillow and a blanket....

He took stock of his room for the first time... It was more of a small suite, and designed with the rest of the hotel's art deco look. There was a recessed living area with black leather couches facing a fireplace, with a large flat panel LCD tv mounted just above the mantle. Up a few stairs was an open bedroom with a raised platform. Soft lighting filtered down from the wall fixtures. On either side of the door were small craved stone columns, each holding a black vase with many reddish reeds reaching up out of them, almost touching the ceiling.

A mahogany dresser was against the far wall, with what appeared to be a gift basket on it. Next to it was a familiar looking chessboard. Phillip looked at the game board more closely and picked up the well worn black queen, and saw that it was the one he had given Tony many years ago for his 8th birthday. He smiled, and placed the piece back in her position.

He checked his jury-rigged phone. The system appeared to still be working... "Good..." Phil whispered

The gift basket was wicker-woven, and had an assortment of cheeses, crackers, and other stuff in it, along with a fully stocked shaving kit.
He saw that his toolbox had been brought into the room, along with his holster belt, and were placed outside of his door.
There was also a greeting card, marked with the hotel logo. The mechanic opened it, and an ATM card fell out of it. " To my one true friend and brother. "

"Damn tony..." He murmured...
He then caught a whiff of his own musk. He looked at himself in the black framed mirror on the wall, and shook his head.
He was decidedly nasty. He had not shaved in days, and his clothing was absolutely grimy.

He checked the dresser, and saw it was filled with t-shirts and jeans of various sizes...
Phillip decided then and there he would kick in the gates of hell himself if he needed to for Tony.
The bathroom was large and spacious. It was covered with grey slate tile, and subdued recessed lighting. There was a walk in shower with a clear glass door, and a huge black enameled whirlpool style bathtub in the corner.


Phil turned on the shower to let it warm up.
He quickly stripped the filthy clothing off of his athletic frame, and left it on the floor in a corner. Steam began to fill the room...
He turned the lights off, and entered the shower. He always turned the lights off when he bathed, it was just a quirk of his...

The hot water felt amazing against his grimy and battered flesh, and he lingered there under the water, relaxing for a moment as it washed the grime away. He loved the feeling, like his past was washing away down the drain never to trouble him again...

Elena crawled into her own bathtub leaving her side of the door unlocked if he wanted to come through. She heard the shower though when she had put her ear to the door. Walking to the tub, she slipped in and leaned back. Shutting her eyes, she groaned and leaned her head back. After her bath and shaving her legs and everything else, she got out of the tub and walked to the closet.

Grabbing a robe, she moved to the door and ran her fingers along it. With a broad grin, she moved to the phone and dialed his room number and left a message. "Hey, when you wake up, call me. I am in the room next to you, so feel free to call me. Alright." She put the phone back in the cradle and shrugged off her robe and moved to grab a soda and moved to her bed. Crawling in the soft down of the blankets, she opened a book and began to read. Her eyes slowly slid closed.

With a sigh, she looked at the door. Biting her lip, she saw him come through and crawl into bed. Kissing her neck, tracing her body. She moaned feeling him slide in. Jerking awake, she looked out seeing the strip, and looked down. Fuck she was wet. With a groan she looked accusingly at the door. Moving to get up, she moved to the bathroom and dug through her toiletries.

Pulling out what she called Bruce, she moved and ran a hot shower and began to pleasure herself panting and groaning still turned on from the dream.

Phillip had carried the shaving kit into the shower with him, and worked up a good lather around his face. As he slid the razor down, banishing his rough looking beard. Shaving and brushing your teeth in the shower was a common tactic to save time and water, though it was more of a habit than anything for Phillip...

He gripped the stainless steel lever for the water, and closed it completely. The sound of dripping water echoed off the walls, and he thought of the sound as oddly relaxing...
Phillip grabbed one of the thick cloth towels, and scrubbed his body clean of the dampness...

As the last of the water droplets fell from the shower head, the room was bathed in silence... Well, almost silence...
Through the bathroom wall he could hear his neighbors shower running, and what he thought sounded like soft, feminine moans in a very familiar voice...

He checked his jury rigged phone, seeing it had a new voicemail. Phillip typed a few soft keys onto the illuminated screen of his phone, and listened to Elena's melodious voice request for a call... Several hours ago... His ad hoc modification to it must have broken something...

"Fuck..." he whispered angrily... What should he do? Call her back now and say "Hey Elena, I got your call, and uh, sorry I fell asleep like a pathetic moron..."
Yeah. Sure. That would go over really well. He may as well have just held up a sign saying "Please fuck me! I am really a nice guy!!!"...

He turned the lights on, and gripped the bathroom counter in front of him...
A very handsome, athletic, and very clean mechanic started back at him through the mirror, his green eyes boring into him angrily..

Those green eyes had a very clear message; "Stop the nice guy shit, That's not going to cut it with this woman. She tattoos herself for Chrissakes..."
those green eyes continued their very clear message...
"Show her you are not afraid to take a chance... Hear her moaning through the wall? You had better hurry you dumb shit..."

" Alright..." he murmured softly... "You win..." The worst that could possibly happen would be that she rejected him...
She might get angry and throw him out, Tony might get angry and fire him for attempting to....

"Shut the fuck up brain..." He murmured, " And you..." he said to the man in the mirror "... grow a fucking pair of balls..."
He rushed out of his bathroom, and spied the adjoining door to Elena's suite... He reached for the handle, but then hesitated only for a second...

"No shithead, not today... This is all or nothing. The boy dies here, and the man is born..."
He gripped the handle and turned it. It was unlocked, His heart started pounding in his chest...

Phillip quickly opened the door to reveal a gorgeous apartment that has a structure that mirror imaged his own, albeit with a few differences. Many beautiful framed tattoo drawings on paper lined the walls...
He could hear her moans louder now... "This is fucking crazy, What the fuck are you doing Phil..." He murmured to himself and he willed his legs to move foreword, each one feeling like it was made of ten tons of cured concrete... "...what the fuck are you doing..." The world seemed to move in slow motion as he walked... But he knew this feeling well. His body was amped up on adrenaline, and his mind was working faster to compensate, creating an illusion of slowness...

The mechanic made his way to Elena's bathroom, and saw that the door was cracked open... He thought he might look through it and watch her, but no, there was no time... He thrust the door open, and entered the hot steamy bathroom...
Phillip then saw Elena's gorgeous naked body through the glass of the shower, her skin covered with a myriad of gorgeous ink that did nothing but add to her beauty.

His face bore a determined look. He was never more afraid of anything in his life... But he fought past it, there was no turning back...

Phillip strode to the shower, and opened the clear glass door, joining the gorgeous naked and wet bodied Elena... He didn't give her any time to protest... He embraced her tightly, pressing his muscular body against hers... He reached down with one of his powerful hands and gripped her supple, inked asscheek, digging his fingers into her flesh...

His mouth went down low and took hold of her neck, and he growled loudly, deep and low in his chest... Like when an alpha male wolf selects a female that meets his lofty standards...
"I must have you..." He growled into her ear, low and deep... "Make love to me..."

Phillip did not give her time to reply... He put one of his powerful hands to Elena's graceful neck, and held it firmly. Not hard enough to restrict her breathing, but just enough to let her know he was there. He pressed his lips to hers, and kissed her in a very savage, powerful manner, holding her tattooed body tightly in his muscular arms...

Elena was too busy fucking herself with the dildo. She did not hear him come in. Nor did she see him. The bathroom was steamy and her back was hunched as she rode and ground against the toy with a groan. Her back was covered in the tail of the Phoenix whose head rested on her collar bone. The tail ended on her left gluteus. Wrapped around her right thigh was a Chinese dragon.

Panting, she moaned leaning her head back whimpering softly. On her right shoulder blade was a samurai. Watching Philip with a piercing gaze and a hand on his sword. As Philip stepped in, she gasped leaning back against him. Her wet dark hair covering her nipples. Stretching along her pelvis was a lotus blossom. Above her navel was a Buddha. He could tell her navel was pierced and her pussy was tattooed with an eastern dragon head. Currently lodged in its mouth was a long dark red dildo. Forgetting about it, her hands flew immediately behind her to grip Philips head.

She moaned panting and blushed remembering the dildo. Reaching down she pulled it out and tossed it to the side of the shower as she turned around and pressed her pierced nipples against him. Arching her hips forward, she moaned softly feeling his fingers dig into her ass as his teeth bit down on her neck. With a soft sigh, she held him tightly in one hand as she reached down between them and took his cock in her hand panting. His orders were clear and what she wanted. She was flushed from the heat and the want. Her body shimmering before him. Slipping his cock into her wet folds, her clit ring brushed the hard cock in welcome.

Elena threw her head back and gasped in rapturous pleasure. Draping her leg over his hip, she began to rock long and slow. Doing what he asked and made love to him. Reaching her head up, she cradled his head against her neck and moaned softly to him as she continued to rock her hips forward. Elena never did this. Never allowed a man to see her so vulnerable. Her trembling body against his. She ground against him with a sigh.

Phillip pressed her against the slate stone wall, heated by the incredibly hot water that Elena favored...
The scared little boy died right then and there as she accepted him, and the man was born...
"...Finally, you listen to me..." The little voice in his head murmured... "..Welcome to the first day of the rest of your life, now give her what she wants..."

Phillip thrust himself inside of her impossibly wet vagina, feeling her piercing glide against him, finding the extra stimulation very erotic...
Her toned, tattooed body felt GOOD against him, the hot water splashing all around him...

He pressed his lips into her savagely, kissing her hungrily and chewing on her lips, his tongue caressing hers, intermittently brushing against her tongue piercing. He grabbed her hips, and slid his rock hard fuckpole deep inside of her depths, gasping...

The water was hot, but Elena's folds were positively scorching... His knees involuntarily shook as her vessel took hold of him, and blood thundered in his skill...
Everything about her turned him on, and he wanted to get down on all fours and howl at the moon. He was utterly possessed...

He thrust his hips into her with rapid succession, feeling her grip him like a vise as she pressed her huge breasts and pierced nipples into him. He continued fucking her savagely against that stone wall with abandon..

She panted and moaned rocking her hips forward against him. She loved the feel of his muscles pushing her against the wall. Raising her knees, she wrapped her legs around him and blushed as she was sure he would be able to hold her body. Wrapping her arms around his head, she pulled his head to her neck and panted moaning hotly. Feeling him thrust into her, her walls gripped him as she moaned loudly. What could Elena say? She loved Kegel exercises. Looking at him, she panted hotly to him.

Reaching up to his face, she gripped his hair and returned his savage kisses. She growled and let him chew on her lip and as his tongue stroked hers, she stroked it back. She rolled her eyes sighing as the piercing was hidden in teh middle of her tongue. She rocked her hips forward and back as they kissed each other as if salvation was found in the others body.

Her walls gripped him giving him a good friction of the in and out movement. Holding him close, she dragged her nails along his back. Leaning her head back, she moaned loudly. Panting, she felt sweat begin to roll down her face and body. He was giving her a hard fucking and she was loving it.

"Oh fuck...oh fuck yes...yes please...yes." SHe growled and panted gripping him tighter and moaned rocking her hips in time to him with a growl.

Phillip felt a twitch behind his balls... Elena was incredibly tight around him. He absolutely loved the feel of her as a wave of euphoria replaced his nervousness...
He easily lifted her up, jackhammering himself into her against the tile wall of the shower, the hot water fogging up the glass door behind them...

The mechanic pressed his face into her cheek, his lips parted in desire, and his hips possessed by animalistic lust...
He refused to let her go, indeed she was his salvation...
Phillip wanted nothing more than for this tattooed goddess to cum against him, and cum against him harder than she ever had before....

He felt his cum start to boil deep within his sac, and he gripped her asscheecks as tightly as he possibly could, his fingernails digging into her flesh, and one of his fingertips accidentally penetrating her tight asshole...

He gasped into her ear... "Elena..." He gasped, "... I am about to cum... Cum with me Elena, Do it... Cum against me!"

Phillip screamed as his muscles tensed... He was ready... He waited for her arousal to build...

His balls tightened and raised up, and his impossibly hard cock began to tense and throw within her...

Phillip felt the tremors of his orgasm building, threatening to completely take him over...

Elena leaned her head back panting and moaning for him. She loved feeling his breath against her. She was panting and groaning with him. She was just as animalistic as he was. Unable to see behind him, he would not be able to see her toes curling. Her body stiffened, she was ready to cum. She wanted to hold out and wait for him. Not wanting him to think she was done. With a soft moan, she panted.

Feeling his fingers dig into her flesh, she bucked up and gasped growling in pleasure as she felt that finger dip into her asshole. Her walls greeted the sweet intruder. With a hard pant, she nodded. "Yes, Philip, I am there...cum with me." She whispered and growled softly.

Arching her her back, she howled as she came hard against him. Like everything about Elena, she was unique in her cum. She squirted up his chest and panted and rolled her eyes shivering and panted hard moaning. Her walls gripped him and milked him as she came. Rolling her eyes she screamed her pleasure. A howl more than a scream. Pleasure flooded her and made her brain active with electricity.

Phillip's roars of pleasure joined with Elena's sweet howls, as he fucked her like an animal against that stone wall. He felt her walls clench and grip him as if they would never let him go... His teeth found her shoulder and he bit down hard as he cried out in absolute bliss...

He arched his back as white hot sparks of pleasure arced up his spine, and his body spasimed uncontrollably as he came deep inside of the beautiful Elena...

Time seemed to stop, and the ground shook violently... Nothing else in the world existed... It was just him, and this succulent tattooed goddess...

he felt his internal muscles tense, shooting his hot frothy seed deep within her hot, hungry pussy. Wave after intensified wave of his cum.., filling her up completely... so much that it leaked out around from her lips, and slid down his cock, to drip off of his balls...

Holding her tightly, he sank down to the shower floor with her, still inside of Elena as he kissed her deeply, sweetly, hungrily, moaning to her...

She panted hard. Leaning her head back, she groaned rolling her eyes. His seed shooting into her felt so greaet. So delicious. It was so perfect. She felt him escape her body. His seed roll back out as he shot too much. She groaned adn then leaned her head against his and panted softly. Then, suddenly, they were going down. Sinking and melting to the floor. Leaning forward, she kissed his cheek and neck and panted.

As if still sensing her need, she looked up at Philip. With a smile, she returned his kiss. Sucking and nipping him back. Holding him on top of her. Her legs shifted and held him closer to her in their own sweet embrace. She moaned in time to her panting to him. With a soft sigh, she broke the kiss and kissed his neck and leaned back and stroked his back and growled.

"Ohh....Ohh philip. You fuck so good. You fuck awesomely." She ran her nails along his back and growled.

Phil kissed down her neck, and bit down on her shoulder yet again... He could not get enough of this gorgeous woman...
He breathed back to her, whispering that she made love like a demon...
The mechanic lingered on the shower floor for many sweet, erotic moments kissing, fondling, and whispering to her while he sucked the hot steam from the shower into his lungs....

After what seemed like forever, he stood up, and helped her rinse off. He tickled her a few times, making her giggle... He also admired the bite marks on her shoulder...
He gripped the stainless showerhead lever and closed it, then one of the thick black hotel towels and dried off Elena's gorgeously inked body, admiring the artwork, as well as the sexy canvas, kissing almost every inch of it as he dried...
Phillip then effortlessly picked her up, and wrapped her naked legs around his waist, and held her tightly. He carried her out of the bedroom to her bed, his lips locked with hers the whole time...

The mechanic then fell into the bed with the gorgeous woman, and pulled her heavy blankets over them both... He then embraced her tightly, threatening to never let her go...
"Mine..." he whispered to Elena as his mind grew hazy, entering that delicious place between asleep and awake, at peace with the world... Everything just felt right in the universe at that moment...
He drifted off to sleep in her arms...

She arched her back and bucked against him growling. "When you bite me like that...I feel like a demon. A succubus." She growled out between clenched teeth. She kissed and explored him back as they whispered sweet nothings back and forth. She leaned back and sighed coming down off her gorgeous high. Watching him stand, she ran her arm up his leg and looked at his blank skin and smiled watching him. It was not long before he pulled her to her feet. Standing up, she showered off with him.

When his fingers found her, she began to giggle and laughed softly shifting and swatting at his hand. She loved the bite marks and had plans to ink them in one day. She panted and then squeezed the moisture out of her long hair as he began to dry her off. She watched him and blushed. "Ohh you are an angel." She smiled and held his head as he kissed over various draawings.

With a yelp, her feet left the floor. Panting, she laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck as her legs wrapped around his waist. She kissed him groaning and moaning stroking his hair back. She laughed as he fell on top of her, making everything soft and pliant jiggle underneath him. She snuggled into him under the covers and shut her eyes. With a sigh, she shut her eyes and snuggled in. "You know, I heard you say the same thing about the buffet. I hope you don't do to the food what you just did to me." She giggled softly and then yawned stretching out around him and leaned back and shut her eyes.

She was asleep not long after him.

Phillip's consciousness slowly came back to him, his mind gearing up for a new day "Fuck, I just woke up again..." He knew that none of that could have been real... It was all just a dream...
He wanted to curse the gods then and there, not allowing him to be at peace, and to just not exist. He wanted to just go to sleep, and not wake up. The world just sucked, and he didn't want to be a part of it anymore... He just woke up from his dream... A wonderful dream... "No..." He whispered to himself... He would get up, fill out those 24 Job applications, and just keep putting one foot in front of the other... Something just had to fucking give...

Then he felt something... A faint feminine sigh, with her warm breath on his neck... He felt her lips kiss it, and then snuggle in closer, wrapping her arms and legs tightly around his chest and legs, pressing her naked body into his, keeping him warm... Her wealth of raven black perfumed hair all around him... For once in his life Phillip felt safe, and at peace... He was so happy that he chose not to curse the gods at that very moment...

Sunlight gently peeked through the small gap between Elena's jet black curtains as they swayed in the breeze from her Air conditioner vents... Faint sounds of the city coming in through the glass of the window...
Phillip was completely Immobilized... And he loved it. He wrapped his arms around the tattoo artist, never wanting to let her go. He lingered there with her, content, and not wanting to get up...

Off in the distance, he heard his phone begin to chirp... Try as he might, he could not break free of Elena's grasp. Even though she was still fast asleep, she attached herself to him like a limpet.
Phillips phone stopped ringing... A few moments later another, similar I-Phone on Elena's nightstand began to ring a tune of metal, rattling itself on the black ebony nightstand next to her bed...
The mechanic stretched out for all he was worth, and could barely touch it. He fished it towards him with his fingertips... and finally grasped it...

Anthony's smiling face appeared on the LCD display... Elena was still fast asleep... He smiled to himself, having been able to wear such an extraordinary woman out.

He tapped the "Answer" Button on the phone, and in a delightfully jovial voice, murmured "Hello, you have just reached Elena's answering service..."

Elena growled as she felt him stirring. Thinking she could lull him back with an embrace and kissing on the neck, he would not stay in bed. With a growl, she heard his phone then hers. She could feel him stretching and reaching around her. For her phone. She snuggled in deeper groaning. She could not wake up enough to tell him to remain in bed. But she could still hold him tightly.

Anthony looked at his phone to make sure that he had indeed called Elena. He raised an eyebrow and then cleared his voice. "Philip, I think....I think that the LCD has been hacked. I have been doing what I can to keep them.... keep them blank but whoever has hacked this system keeps on changing and reattacking." Tony looked at the LCD screens go blank and then go to the shower where the audio was hacked and Elena could be heard moaning.

Frowning he then leaned back. "Philip, I need you to come down here. Right now." He said. He did not know know if he should close the club for the day. Rubbing his face, he groaned watching the screen.

Phillip heard the concern in Anthony's voice...
He kissed Elena soundly, longingly, with the promise that he would be eager to return to her....
With great effort. The mechanic squirmed out of her provocative, intoxicating embrace, and retrieved his phone.
The phone was now a remote interface for the main company supercomputer, and as such Phillip had access to everything...

The was another hack attempt, external, trying to gain control of the LCD Monitors. The main system was running countermeasures but every now and then something would get through...
The LCD control system was intermittently displaying recorded video and audio from a small camera... A camera implanted in Elena's bedroom...

"...Fuck" He swore... Phillip ran to Elena's bathroom, and looked at the ceiling... There was an Air conditioner vent with a viewpoint similar to what the Video could have been recording from....
He examined it more closely... It was brilliant and almost impossible to see. One of the screws had a tiny digital camera lens showing....
Phillip ripped it out of the ceiling, revealing the electronics hidden away in the ducting. He tore the black box from its moorings and smashed it on the floor...

He began swiping from screen to screen on his phone, mumbling something intelligible... He sent a remote command to the main system to cut off all external access points, wireless and otherwise, and set up a temporary program to control the LCDs in the club from the workstation in the basement...
Phillip swore... He was going to have to dig through every page of code and program in the system and find out just exactly what the hell happened...

One thing was for certain, The main supercomputer was able to shrug off the hack attempt, but just barely. That system was state of the art, and only a comparable system would be able to have that kind of power...

He dialed up Anthony on his phone... "Alright boss, I have a temporary fix in place... I can be there in five..."

Phillip ran back to Elena's bedroom and gazed at her longingly, wanting nothing more than to sleep away the day with her... Another time perhaps... Duty calls...


The mechanic ran back to his room, and pulled on some random clothing from the Armoire... The blue jean pants were too big and the megadeth T-shirt was too tight, but it was enough to preserve his modesty for now...

He pulled on his boots, and began jogging down the hallway to the elevator... It seemed like it took forever to reach the ground floors... The system was safe for now, but people would likely be bitching about not having any Wi-Fi, making the customer complain and possibly leave the establishment... If Anthony had to shut down the club it would be a serious loss in money...

Not a life threatening thing considering Tony's business savvy way fo doing things, but it would be an annoyance. He was paid to keep such nonsense from happening...

His mind was working quickly, having been at peace for once, and for having a gorgeous woman like Elena spend the night with him... He felt as if he could take on the world...
Phillip ran past the door guards into the club, And the Massive LCD's were displaying swirling graphics of smoke and fire... Boring compared to what they normally displayed, but it was enough to give the customers something to look at while he ran to the server room... Phillip didn't even Notice Anthony and ran right past him, He could feel the bass from the club's soundsystem thumping in his chest as he ran down the stairwell...

The mechanic jumped into the padded chair of his server workstation, and his fingers flew across the keyboards and touchscreen, at one with the machine...
First, he set up a secondary access point for the customers to be able to have Wi-Fi for their devices, and not be affected by the compromised main system...
Second, he set up the LCD controller to display various graphics from a folder on his tablet computer, and then set up the tablet to be isolated from any external connections, not allowing it to be hacked from the outside... This all took the better part of 12 minutes...

"Alright Tony, we are good for now, But Im going to have to dig through the Main system and find out what the fuck happened...." He whispered...

Elena curled into a tight ball and wrapped the blankets around herself and sighed. She was satiated sexually. The first time in a long time, and would not be waking up for a while. She sighed softly adn continued to sleep.

Tony saw Philip run past him. His morning consisted of a blue screen flicking up to show that Philip took control. With a sigh, he watched as smoke and flames swirled and he followed Philip. With a broad grin, he followed Philip. He rode the elevator down, but he knew that his existance was basically non existant.

Tony smiled and looked at him as he sat down to work. Sitting back, he crosed his legs and leaned back and ran a finger along his lip. With a broad grin, he looked up.

"You are a God. Go ahead and take your time." He stood up and then chuckled. "Let me know when you are ready to imput new graphics. And call me if you need anything." He turned and went up and smiled looking at her.

Phillip turned to his friend, and groaned as he opened the operational files for the main server cluster...
It would take him a month, maybe even longer to go through everything...

"Mochas Tony, Lots and lots of caffeine for this one... Maybe even a hammock or a cot for that corner over there..." He grumbled...

It took him the better part of two weeks searching the huge system access logs for hack attempts, and there were so many that his head began to hurt... Phillip had never even left the server room, simply bathing in the deep sink in the janitors closet... Once he would stare at the screen anymore he would exercise or run laps around the perimeter of the cavernous oval shaped room...

As requested tony had set him up a deep leather sofa from the storeroom, along with a microwave and small refrigerator full of eggrolls, burritos, sandwiches, and those damnable rehab drinks...
Every so often Elena would come see him, and sometimes she would sleep with him on the huge leather sofa, or just to chat with him on her breaks...

Phillip jerked himself awake... He was on top of the server cabinets in cluster 4A, and must have passed out, the soft hum of the cooling fans lulling him to sleep....
His laptop was beeping furiously... The mechanic grabbed it and looked at it wide eyed... "Alright you bastard..." He murmured... "Gotcha..."

He dialed up Anthony... "Alright boss, the Hack attempt originated from the opposite side of the strip... Looks to be owned by... A guy named Christopher Morall...."

Tony laughed softly and nodded and left and had someone come down and bring him a large coffee or a mocha in a spill proof cup.

Elena visited him, even occasionally brought him a large hot meal from the buffett or restaurant. Something that a microwave could get you. She always brought down a liter soda that they would drink between them. Always chilled. She missed him. Damn it all, she really did miss him. More than she ever missed someone. But she never voiced her thoughts or deep opinions.

Elena laid in bed alone thinking of him. She texted him and talked to him, but she was never needy.

Tony answered and looked up. "Damn it all. You can't be serious." He pounded his fist against the desk and snarled. "Alright, alright. Thank you." He hung up and ran his fingers through his hair and groaned. The Enchantment Casino and resort!? Damn it all! He sighed and shook shivering. Reaching out, he grabbed his phone and called him.

"Mr. Morall, something concerning has been brought to my attention. I would like to speak with you." He hung up and then glared and tapped his finger and stood up and paced and then put his hands on his hips and growled.