A Man With A Dream

by Chrissy

Shelby was quite surprised to see him sitting in the corner of the café drinking coffee and reading a newspaper. She had only ever seen him in a tuxedo. He looked very different in blue jeans and short sleeved shirt. He looked younger - innocent somehow. But Shelby knew he was anything but innocent. She had been watching him for weeks. She should have reported what she had seen, but for some reason she never had. Still, it would only be a matter of time before one of the other floor walkers noticed and then it would be lights out for the gorgeous guy in the tuxedo and his companion in crime - Mr. Reginald Weed.

Shelby had been a police officer in Las Vegas for ten years. But the long hours had destroyed her marriage. The ensuing stress had led to burn out and reluctantly she had left the police force to become a security floor walker at the Mandalay Bay hotel. She dressed as a tourist, as a gambler, but she walked the floor of the casino and worked in coordination with the hundreds of cameras that scanned the gambling crowds for cheating and theft. She had noticed the man right away. His attractive Spanish accent told her he was most likely Mexican. Not only was he drop dead gorgeous, but he always had a different woman on his arm. Usually a moneyed, much older woman. And usually - no, not usually - ALWAYS! - the woman won at the tables. Never anything big or noticeable. But ALWAYS his female companion came away with a profit. And ALWAYS from the same croupier, the young kid from the backwoods with a strong Arkansas accent. She'd even looked up his name in the personnel files - Reginald Weed.

Taking a deep breath, and not knowing exactly WHY she was doing this - Shelby crossed the half empty café and stood before the Mexican.

"Would you mind if I joined you?"

He looked up from his intent scrutiny of the newspaper to regard the tall, honey blond woman standing at his table. His handsome features creased into bewilderment.

"Do I know you?"

"No," she said sitting down, "But I know you."

He was obviously at a loss. He smiled and half stood in a courtly manner as she took a seat opposite him at the small tale. The waitress arrived right away and she ordered coffee and a toasted bagel.

She held out her hand to him. "Hi! I'm Shelby Moore and I work at the Mandalay - in the casino."

He was immediately on guard but he smiled politely and shook her hand. "Bon jour! I am Morales Pitman."

A short silence followed as she settled herself at his table. She studied him for a few seconds. Here was the kind of man that would be noticed in a crowd. Heads would turn. Not just because of good looks, but because he possessed a certain sensual allure that was almost tangible in its strength. She smiled inwardly, she knew his mind was working overtime trying to fathom her intent.

"I know what's going on," she said at last, deciding to come straight to the point.

He smiled. It was quite a disarming smile. Women would fall apart under its spell. "Oh you do, do you?" he replied, taking a sip of his coffee.

She leaned into the table, resting her chin on her hand. "I've figured it out" she said, "And it's quite clever. But it won't go unnoticed. You'll be found out."

He, too, leaned into the table. Their faces only inches apart. "Oh? Will I now?" his accent was strong, but his English was excellent. He smiled at her with amused interest. "Will you please explain what it is I'm supposed to be doing that you find so clever?"

The waitress brought the coffee and bagel she had ordered. Shelby poured cream whilst she gathered her thoughts. Then she looked up and met his handsome amber eyes in a direct gaze. She was struck by the keen intelligence she saw there.

"You are in cohorts with one of our croupiers. Mr. Weed, I believe is his name," she said, hesitating and waiting for a reaction.

But he did not even flinch, his eyes crinkled in amusement. "Please continue," he smiled.

"First you find yourself a wealthy woman," She went on, determined to resist his charm, "You wine and dine her. You flatter her, you charm her, - maybe you sleep with her, I don't know - but you become her escort for the night. You accompany her to the casino where you ensure she gambles at Mr. Weed's table. You sometimes gamble yourself, but you always lose. However, your female companion, always comes away a winner. Nothing big or conspicuous. Modest amounts that go unnoticed. Four or five thousand in an evening," she paused. He continued to observe her intently, a smile playing on his lips.

He raised an eyebrow, "And then what?" he asked. "Do I hit her over the head and steal her money?"

She smiled back. "Well, I'm not sure what happens next. Maybe you do steal her winnings. But I'm thinking that after you've slept with her she probably gives you a large portion of whatever amount she has won."

His smile grew wider. "Wow! I must be a real knockout in bed, don't you think?"

She smiled along with him. Her eyes roved over his face and down his body. "I would imagine you're pretty good."

He leaned in even closer. She could smell the coffee on his breath, "Want to find out for yourself?"

Shelby felt her grip on the situation begin to loosen. She began to sweat. For some reason he now had the upper hand. She squirmed in her seat. Things hadn't gone the way she had intended. She licked her lips and gulped some coffee, which was hot and scalding. Her eyes began to water.

Morales Pitman remained as cool as a cucumber, "I don't live too far from here," he whispered softly, "I have just put clean sheets on my bed and tonight's rich fuck is not expected until much later. I have the whole afternoon."

He was mocking her, of course. However, Shelby was surprised to find that she was strongly tempted. It had been months since she had had sex with a man. And a deep dark part of her ached to sample this gorgeous Mexican.

"Okay" she said, standing up. She was pleased to see the astonished expression cross his face.

"Listen, I was joking" he said quickly. "I was just teasing you."

"I know," she said pulling out her wallet and tossing some bills on the table. "But I wasn't. I'll treat you to breakfast."

He picked up her money and held out it to her. "Take this back," he said, "I never have to pay here. I eat for free." He looked at her pointedly, one eyebrow raised.

"Oh," she said with quick understanding. "You have an arrangement with the waitress?"

He smiled. "I'm very good at what I do, even in the storage rooms of restaurants."

"I'm impressed" she returned as they left the café. "Whose car shall we take? Mine or yours?"

"Wait," he said taking her arm. His face was suddenly serious "I was just fooling around. We can't go back to my place."

"Why not?" she returned quickly, her mouth dry. He looked even more irresistibly beautiful in the strong sunlight. He had the most incredibly thick eyelashes and she realized that, altho it was snipped really short, his hair had a tendency to curl. Stray curls nuzzled into his neck.

"Reggie is there," he shrugged. "And the place is a mess. He's a fucking pig."

Shelby wanted him so badly she could feel it between her legs. She wasn't about to back out.

"My apartment is not far from here," she took his arm and steered him towards her car. "I'll drive,"

She could sense his apprehension in the car. She chatted easily but he hardly responded. He did not relax even when they arrived in her apartment. He looked around nervously.

"What are you looking for?" she asked with a smile. "Cops? Check the place, Morales. There's no one here but me and you."

"I don't really understand this" he mumbled, dropping down onto her sofa. "Are you going to have me arrested? Are the police on their way?"

"Why did you come with me if you thought I was going to have the police waiting?"

He smiled. "I don't know. I didn't know what to expect.""

She crossed to the sofa and kneeled before him. "It's simple. You see, I'm real horny," she grinned. "I haven't been fucked in a long while and I'm fed up with buying batteries for my vibrator. You interest me, Morales. You get what you want with sex. Which means you must be good. Real good. I just want to see how good."

He leaned down and kissed her. "Ahh, but I must know what I will receive in return," he whispered. "It affects my performance, you see. The bigger the prize, the better the fuck."

"Well, what do you want?"

He kissed her again, his tongue moved with hers. "I want to be legal. I want landed immigrant status." He breathed against her lips. "Can you give me that?"

She pulled away. "What!? Are you crazy? You have to go back to Mexico and apply to emigrate. That's the only way you can be legal."

He chuckled sarcastically. "Yeah, right! I would die waiting. I want it now. And I know you can get it for me. You're smart. You're in the right business. You can do it. You can get me the papers I need to be legal in this country."

His arms went around her and he leaned down into another long, tongue kiss. He pulled her from her kneeling position before him so that she was on his lap. He held her tightly, his hands roving over her back pulling her close against him, his groin undulating. She dropped her gaze to the bulge of his penis, swollen and gorged with desire pushing against the snug denim jeans.

His eyes followed her look. "8 inches of pure pleasure," he grinned, pulling her into another hot tongue kiss. A burning longing filled her guts. She wanted him so badly she thought she might go mad. She had never felt like this in her life. Jeez! Had he spiked her toasted bagel? What on earth had come over her? This just was not like her.

His lips were now on her neck moving down to her breasts. "Let's go to the bedroom," she gasped. But Morales had other ideas. As she straddled him, her short dress up around her waist, she felt him lean down behind her and then suddenly she saw the silver flash of a knife in his hands. A sharp stab of cold fear hit her stomach, almost delicious in its potency. With quick, sure movements he thrust the knife into the lace of her panties and they fell away in pieces. He then proceeded to cut the straps of her dress and then her bra was sliced from her body. Within seconds she was naked, her legs apart and either side of his hips as she straddled him. He held her tight to him; his hot lips were everywhere. She was so sexually charged Shelby thought she would burst.

Feverishly she pulled at his shirt, releasing it from the tight jeans. She fumbled with his zipper and her fingers curled around his huge penis as it fell from its tight confines into her hot palm. It was warm and heavy, the tip already moist with semen. She wanted him inside her NOW. To hell with foreplay! She could not wait. She would go crazy if he didn't fuck her right this minute. Moving her hips she lifted herself up and she held his cock in her hand as she slowly lowered herself on him.

"Oh God!" A moan fell from her lips as she sank ever lower. He was big. Really big! He filled her completely with inches to spare. He took his lips from their licking tour of her breasts. "Now we go to the bedroom," he murmured, his voice thick with sexual tension.

He stood up from the sofa. She clung to him and wrapped her arms and legs tightly around his strong body. He held her securely, cupping her buttocks with his hands to hold her in a firm grip against him, his huge cock still deep inside her. His jeans and shorts fell to his ankles. "Which way?" he asked breathlessly stepping from them. A long narrow hallway led to her bedroom, and they started off in that direction.

But they didn't make it all the way to the bedroom. Desire overtook them. Halfway along the hallway, Morales pressed her up against the wall and, bending his knees slightly, he began to rock and thrust within her. A powerful pleasurable ache filled her groin. She was aware that her head banged into something on the wall behind with each lunge and realized that it was the photo of her graduation from the Police Academy that was taking a beating from her head as their bodies jerked and thrust so madly against the hard wall.

The orgasm hit them both at the same time. So powerful in its strength, Shelby's spine arched in ecstasy and she cried out. The climax hit from the tip of her head down to her wildly curling toes, each and every cell in her body blasted with concentrated and intense erotic pleasure. His grasp on her loosened, his knees buckled and the two of them slid slowly down the wall. Jointly they flopped to the carpeted floor and toppled over in a tangled heap to lay facing each other, their combined breaths coming in warm humid gasps.

They had been in the house less than ten minutes. Shelby had known him for less than an hour. I've just had unprotected sex with a man I just met! The awful thought came to her in a flash. But I'd fucking do it all over again! She grinned against his hard chest as he pulled her tightly against him. They lay for many minutes next to each other on the hallway floor, the bedroom just metres away. Her cat, Fluffy, meandered by, stared haughtily at their, sweating naked bodies and then sauntered off toward the kitchen.

"I want to be an actor. I want to be a movie star," Morales whispered in her ear.

"What?" she gasped. Wondering if she had heard correctly.

"I want to go Hollywood," he said louder. "I want to be a movie star. But I can't do it if I don't have the proper legal papers."

Shelby shifted her position so she could look into his face. "You want to be a movie star?"

He nodded and smiled. She realized that he would make an excellent movie star. He certainly had the looks and he was loaded with charisma. And who needed to act in today's films? Everything was special effects nowadays.

"I met a woman who said she would hire me on for a film she was producing," he went on excitedly. "She even had me go to an audition here in Vegas. I was with about 70 other guys and I beat them all. They chose me above guys who were trained actors. They really wanted me for the part. But then when they found out I didn't have a green card, no landed immigrant documents they told me to forget it. They gave the role to another guy."

"Listen, let's get up from the floor," she said, shifting from his hold, and moving to a standing position.

She felt the warm fluids from their lovemaking run down her legs as they walked toward the bedroom. "I really should shower," she murmured. "Then we can talk."

He joined her in the hot steamy shower and once more he took her, shoving her hard against the tiled wall of the bathtub, her feet braced against the glass shower door her body thrusting madly with his. It was incredibly good. She could see how he made his way thru life with sexual favors.

They dried themselves and went to the bed, the sheets cool and crisp against their naked skins. "Listen, I'll go grab a couple of beers from the fridge," Shelby said, swinging her legs from the bed. "Then we can talk"

And talk they did. They fucked and talked. And talked and fucked. Shelby phoned her boss to say she was sick and could not go into work that night. They screwed all night long.

By next morning she knew she was going to get him the documents he wanted. She would have reached out and pried the stars from the sky if he asked for them.

"I'll pay you," Morales said, but she shook her head.

"No, it will make it all wrong. I don't want your money."

"What do you want, then?"

"I want you to stop this thing you have going with this Weed character. You're gonna get caught."

He laughed, "Hey, I've done nothing wrong. It's Reggie that screws with the roulette wheel, not me. I don't even place the bets."

She smiled with him. "Well, your friend will fry if he gets caught. The casinos don't take kindly to being ripped off. And he'll probably sing like a bird once in jail. He'll implicate you for sure."

"I was leaving anyway. That's why I was reading the classifieds. I'm looking for new accommodation. Reggie's fucking driving me mad. He's acting loco, spending money like crazy, drawing attention to himself. No, I'm finished with him. I'm moving out on my own."

"Forget the classifieds!" she said, trying to hide the eagerness in her eyes "Move in here with me".

She took 2 weeks' vacation from work and set about getting him his legal documents. From her years as a police officer she was owed favours by many individuals. However, when it came to calling in those favours, no one seemed willing to help. They all wanted money. And big bucks! Thousands of dollars were quoted in return for the forged documents. At the end of the 2 weeks Shelby was no closer to getting him the required papers. However she was completely and absolutely under his spell. She was totally captivated by Senor Morales Pitman.

"I'm getting nowhere, Morales," she said one night as he held her in his arms after making love. "There's only one way to get you what you want."

"And what is that?" He asked.

"We get married." She heard his sharp intake of breath. "If we marry you will acquire legal status overnight," she urged.

He kissed her softly on the lips. "You would do this for me?"

"Of course I would!" she returned quickly. Surely he knew her feelings. Surely he could see that she was in love with him. Surely he loved her just as much. The past two weeks had been so wonderful. He was the most enchanting man in the world.

He kissed her long and deep. "Will you marry me?" he asked as they broke apart.

"Yes," she replied happily, her heart singing with joy.

They were married the following week. Members of Shelby's family and many of their casino acquaintances attended the ceremony at the Love Me Tender Wedding Chapel & Tattoo Parlor right there on the Vegas strip. Reggie Weed was unable to be present due to the fact that he was currently in jail for driving offenses.

It was indeed unfortunate that Morales and Shelby approached the blessing of their union from two entirely different angles. Morales saw the marriage as a business arrangement. It was the way he viewed everything in his life. You scratch my back and I'll scratch yours. He liked Shelby, she was a good fuck - but he wanted to become a big Hollywood movie star. Being a husband was very low down on his list of aspirations and accomplishments.

Shelby, on the other hand, was convinced that Morales loved her as much as she loved him. He was the most romantic, funny, wonderful man. He was good company. Easy going, fascinating and attractive. And their almost constant lovemaking had planted a seed within her. She was positive she was pregnant and the news thrilled her to the core. Still, she didn't want to tell Morales until she knew for sure. She was certain he would be just as overjoyed.

She drove home in blissful happiness the day her doctor had confirmed that she was indeed with child. Now she could tell Morales their wonderful news. He was going to be a father.

Unfortunately the news from her doctor occurred on the very same day the mailman brought Morales' card with his social security number. The same day he became legal in America.

As Shelby pulled into their driveway, Morales was packed and halfway to Hollywood. As he drove he pondered his name - Morales Pitman? It did not have a ring to it. No, he would have to change his name. He liked the name Antonio, but it was already taken by that famous Spanish movie star. He would have to think of another name. Still, maybe he could become a movie director. Then he could keep his own name. He wondered if acting was easier than directing. He wanted to do whatever was the least work. Anyway he would soon find out. Hollywood here I come, he thought.

He had already forgotten Shelby Pitman (née Moore).