Grounded

Change my appointments till next week. I’ll contact you later."
    "You have six appointments today; shall I change them all?"
    "Yes. And change all of them for the rest of the week," he said, then continued into the elevator and let the door slide shut in front of him.
    ~ * ~
    Dion stepped into the casino with a grin on his face. Monte Carlo. It didn’t get any better than this! There was work to do, yes, but what did it matter if he did it or not? It’s not as if he needed money and the staff would be paid, regardless. What he did need, and very badly, was a vacation. He’d been working too hard, hadn’t played enough, there could be no other reason for his current condition. Finding a craps table, Dion threw down a hundred-dollar bill, not even noticing what number it landed on. Nor did he care. The important thing now was to get his mind right. To get his mind off Patty James. This shouldn’t be too difficult, he told himself. So why in the hell was it?
    Moving on to th e Salon Prive s , gambling for high rollers only, he took a seat at one of the black jack tables and threw down five, hundred-dollar bills. Betting it all on his first hand, he split a pair of aces and won both hands. Letting the bet ride, he won the next hand with nineteen. Letting the two grand ride on the next hand, he split a pair of kings and broke even. After losing the next hand, the dealer raked all his money off the table, so Dion bet five grand on the next hand. A waitress took his drink order and brought him vodka on the rocks, for which he stuck a hundred-dollar bill in her cleavage.
    No matter how much he won—or lost—he could not get Patty out of his head. No matter how much he drank, he could not get Patty out of his head.
    " Dammit," he muttered. Raking his winnings off the table, he left five hundred dollars for the dealer and left the casino.
    He walked t o Jimmy’z disco, sat at the bar and ordered a drink. Maybe he could drink enough to get her off his mind. Or maybe he could dance her away.
    He grabbed a woman as she walked by and spun her onto the dance floor. The music was loud; the room pounded its rhythm out in the bodies of the patrons. Dion was an excellent dancer and he was happy with his choice of partners. Her legs were long; her dress was slinky, tight, low-cut, and riding high on her thighs. And her cheeks were sunken with that somebody-please-feed-me-a-cheeseburger look high-fashion models tended to have. Although she was over six feet tall in her heels, Dion discovered she weighed next to nothing when he picked her up and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
    "Where are you staying?" she shouted in his ear. Dion grinned, set her feet back on the floor and pulled her along behind him. She pulled back and he stopped. "I have to tell my friend where I’m going," she said.
    Nodding, he told her, "Port Palace." He waited impatiently while she went to a nearby table and spoke to her girlfriends. All five pairs of eyes simultaneously looked him up and down, and five red mouths smiled their approval.
    Back at Dion’s side, the woman took his hand and said, "By the way, I’m—"
    "It doesn’t matter." With that, he practically dragged her outside to his car.
    Th e Port Palace , located a t 7, avenue du President J.F. Kenned y in Monaco, overlooked the sea in the middle of Port Hercule Harbor. The Palace was luxury personified. Of course, Dion would have nothing less than the best at his disposal at all times, and right now it didn’t matter where he was staying, he just wanted to fuck. Hard. Now.
    He picked up his companion, carried her across the floor of his room, and deposited her on the bed. He stripped out of his clothing, leaving them in a pile on the floor. Holding onto her wrists, he pulled her to her feet and kissed her. Hard and deep. With one hand he held her up, with the other, he grabbed her dress and ripped it from her body; she wore nothing underneath.
    Placing his hands beneath her firm ass, he lifted her, impaling her on his hard dick. She held onto his shoulders, her head thrown back, and her generous, firm tits thrust up before him like an offering to the gods. And since that’s exactly what he was, he sucked a nipple deep into his mouth, and heard her moan.
    Backing up so he had a wall behind him for support, Dion plundered the woman. As she reached her climax, her pussy tightened around his cock, and he walked to the bed, laid her on it with her ankles around his shoulders, and he