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's OC bounty hunter/heroine Sable encounters my own OC Duster and as per contractual obligation whenever superheroes meet for the first time, it's confrontational. But is there a reason beyond the trope? Be sure to read AB's next instalment in his stories of Candy and Bobbie in Vegas to find out! (I don't wanna give anything away, but let's just say Duster is not having a good day...)

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Dr. Roberts? I'm Roberta Tracy
Dr. Candace Roberts had just sat through the first day of a four day Environmental Engineering conference being held at The Mirage Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. Whilst some might not consider spending 4 days in a series of lectures, panels, and seminars much of a vacation, even though located in Sin City, Candy was enjoying the much needed time off from her other vocation, Duster, Mistress of the Winds, a beloved crime fighting superheroine. Fortunately criminals and other assorted evil doers had been inactive allowing her to take some time off from Duster and to stay engaged in her civilian field of study. Plus the middle of May was a good time to be in Vegas before the desert heat settled in. In need of a cooling adult beverage, Candy decided to head to the Center Bar before heading to her room. A couple of Vegas thoughts ran through her mind as she made her way from the conference/meeting area in the northwest side of the building. One was that unlike most casino layouts she did not have to go into the gaming floor to make her way to the elevators. Passing the elevators she almost went to her room first but that was the subject of her second musing, the size of her room, which was much more like other Vegas hotels, not exactly small but just large enough, barely. The theory being that most people should not spend much time in a room, rather they should be out spending money. Lastly was that the free drinks offered to gaming patrons could be quite expensive. Thus her decision to buy one. Passing the last bank of slot machines Candy was caught totally off guard as a cocktail waitress with a full tray violently crashed into her, with both falling to the floor. Then before she could regain her bearings she witnessed a most extraordinary sight. A big brute of a thug landed face down on the floor next to her and the entangled waitress. Then just as suddenly a strangely garbed masked blonde was atop the thug, straddling him, pulling his arms behind him, and putting on flex-cuffs, seemingly produced out of thin air. "You shoulda came along easily when I asked politely," the blonde gloated as she effortlessly lifted the thug to his feet. Helping the waitress up as she herself stood, Candy's first thought was that her new off white business jacket and matching skirt were ruined. Her thoughts were interrupted by rushing hotel security staff. The blonde spoke to one of the newcomers who seemed to be in charge. "George, take care of this young lady," indicating towards Candy. "See that she's taken care of and make sure she gets Ms. Tracy's card." She turned to Candy. "Sorry about the mess," she said in a tone that Candy thought was a touch too glib. And just like that the strange blonde was gone, pushing her captive in front of her. Less than two minutes later, George was finishing up the task of "taking care of" Candy."Is there anything thing else?" he asked sincerely. "Any questions?" Candy looked toward the bar. "Who was that masked woman?" A little over an hour later, Candy was in her fifth floor room, showered and changed into fresh clothes when there was a knock on the door. "Dr. Roberts? Hotel security and housekeeping." George had told Candy that someone would be up to collect her stained clothes. But just the same she peeked out the spy hole. She saw an attractive blonde wearing a light yellow business suit jacket and a someone seemingly from Housekeeping. Slipping the security latch she opened the door. "Dr. Roberts? I'm Roberta Tracy, Mirage Special Security," the blonde stated, extending her arm. "May we come in?" Candy shook the proffered hand and invited the pair into her room, and handed her stained suit to the housekeeper when bidden by Roberta. "Don't worry, Dr. Our in house dry cleaner is well experienced in making clothes like new," Roberta explained with a warm smile. "Please call me Candy, I save Doctor for work." "Bobbie is what friends call me. Please feel free." She excused the housekeeper. "We'll have you suit ready first thing in the morning. I could use another minute or two of your time, if you don't mind." The two women walked farther into the room with Candy offering Bobbie a seat. When Bobbie pulled out a chair from the small table, Candy sat in the padded easy chair. "First off," Bobbie started, "I want to offer you my personal apology for what happened on the floor." A mild shrug of the shoulders started Candy's reply. "It's not like it was your fault." She was slightly surprised by the chuckle from her guest. "You're right of course. However we feel responsible for everything our guests may experience, good or bad, while visiting. And occasionally some of the more unsavory types get physical." Thinking about that for a second, Candy replied, "I can see that. But what's the deal with that gal in the suit?" Then Candy mentally flashed to all the costumed heroines with whom she had dealt over the years. After all Duster had caused her own share of damages as well. Bobbie gave a chuckle as she answered. "Sable is a local bounty hunter with a flair for the dramatic. She's put plenty of bad guys behind bars and has had enough press coverage she feels her face might be too well known. But enough about her." She paused and looked Candy straight in the eyes. "Your entire stay here is being comped. All food and drinks, all drinks, are courtesy of The Mirage and Mr. Wynn, the owner." Bobbie handed a plastic card to Candy. The card was credit card sized, embossed with the Mirage Logo and, surprisingly, "Dr. Candace Roberts" along with a live signature of Steve Wynn. Bobbie explained, "You can either do a room charge or present this anywhere on the property for anything you want. Our compliments." Candy was genuinely surprised and grateful. This was way beyond anything she had expected. "Well, gosh, Thanks. Thank you so much." For whatever reason Candy was beginning to like this Bobbie Tracy. "You are welcome." There was a slight pause. "I have other business to which I must attend. However, I have to be a little honest here. Our breakfast choices are lacking and not the best. If you'd like, I can get you into our executives' dining room tomorrow morning." There was a quizzical smile on Bobbie's face. Quickly Candy sized up her options, eating alone, or, possibly worse, some one from the conference would want to sit and talk business. "OK, Bobbie. Things kick off at 8, so is 7 alright?" Shortly after 7 AM the next morning Candy was seated with Bobbie in the Executive Dining room, which was located on the third floor amidst the corporate office space for The Mirage Hotel and Casino, which when opened in 1989, almost 13 years ago, it was the most expensive hotel/casino, built at a cost $630 million and was the largest hotel in the world. Candy was surprised by the fact that while the room was large it seemed intimate with the dark wood paneling and the high light colored ceiling. The tables were covered with spotless table cloths, with china table settings, crystal drinkware, heavy cloth napkins and real silver silverware. The menu offerings were extensive and, not surprisingly, bore no prices. Candy took in all the surroundings, not really sure if she was, in fact, having a dream. Perhaps when knocked to the floor she had suffered a concussion. Her day had started off well enough when Bobbie showed up right at 7 AM, with her freshly dry cleaned suit. It was immaculate and she could hardly believed her eyes. Shortly after they had placed their orders a handsome woman of an indeterminate age wearing an expensive tailored business suit approached their table. Bobbie seemed to know her. "Excuse me," she began, "I am Elaine Wynn. You must be Dr. Roberts, of course." Her tone was warm and welcoming. She and Bobbie exchanged short pleasantries. For her part Candy was almost stunned. The wife of the owner had come over to meet her. Mrs. Wynn put a hand on Bobbie's shoulder. "I trust Roberta is taking good care of you." Candy could only nod and mutter a response. Immediately she felt embarrassed for her awkwardness. Turning to address Bobbie, Mrs Wynn said, "We've put two VIP seats for Siegfried and Roy on reserve for the rest of week," she turned to Candy. "If you'd like to see them." When Candy remained silent Mrs. Wynn finished, "If there is anything you need while here, if Roberta is unavailable, just pick up any house phone, give the operator your name and ask for Steve or myself." With that she turned and walked off. The rest of the breakfast was taken up with general small talk, mostly about life in Las Vegas. Bobbie did not talk much about what she did at The Mirage and changed the subject if Candy asked about Sable. However, Candy did enjoy hearing the behind the scenes stories Bobbie had from her time as a stunt woman. All too soon Tuesday's breakfast was over and Candy headed off for the conference. Before they went their separate ways the women did agree to meet for drinks after Candy was done for the day. Bobbie promised that the odds of Sable knocking her over again would be extremely high. Candy was not sure if she was relieved or disappointed. By Wednesday evening Candy was glad that tomorrow was going to be the conference's last day, and a short day, wrapping up at lunch time. Some attendees would be leaving Thursday night with most opting to fly out Friday morning. She did on a professional level gain satisfaction at being immersed in the environmental sciences for the week, but she was going to miss spending time with Bobbie Tracy. It was unusual for her to make friends outside of the superheroine community. She had taken to Bobbie as a kindred spirit of sorts, maybe a sister. Yet, save for breakfast and "after work" drinks the two had not been together all that much, however, it seemed to Candy that an invitation to dinner may have been taken the wrong way. She wasn't sure exactly why she thought that, but decided she would not ask Bobbie, instead she would wait to see if she asked. After a few minutes lost in thought Candy noticed that Bobbie was not at the bar. She debated calling or paging her but decided against it. Surely Bobbie was busy as the Head of Special Security Operations, whatever that entailed. She was just about to leave when Bobbie rushed up to the bar. "Sorry. Something came up and I had a hard time getting away." Smiling inwardly, Candy thought that Bobbie sounded like her when Duster was responsible for Dr. Roberts missing appointments and the like. When Bobbie had ordered her usual Blanton's on the rocks she looked at Candy and seemed to become serious. "There's a couple of things I want to run by you. First, I want you to know that anytime you and your boyfriend would like a really nice, special romantic getaway, please call me. I'll set you up for a time you won't forget. And don't worry about the price." "This week has been pretty memorable already, and I haven't done anything all that special." Bobbie smiled. "There's one more thing to ask. Can you extend your stay one more day?" Bobbie not as sure of herself as she had been ever since Candy first met her. "If you can wait until Saturday morning, Steve and Elaine are flying to Canada on the corporate jet to talk to people with something called the Circus of the Sun about doing one of their shows in Las Vegas. Anyway Elaine mentioned to me that they would be glad to drop you off. Your city is right along the flight path, so why no? Stunned and overwhelmed almost described how Candy felt at hearing that offer. There was one thing she had to know. "Not to sound ungrateful, Bobbie, but does everyone who gets a tray of drinks spilled on them and knocked to the floor get all this?" "Ahhh," Bobbie hesitated before replying. "Honestly? No, but," there came another pause. "Ya see, when Sable is the, ah, cause... Well, she and the Wynns are concerned about bad publicity, law suits and the like. So, they have this relationship and understanding and someone like you gets treated like royalty." Nodding her understanding Candy asked, "Cheaper than a lawsuit, eh?" "That and maybe there might that feeling of gratitude towards us." Bobbie continued in a hushed conspiratorial tone. "Truth is when you leave, regardless of how or when, we will have spent less than 1% of the daily take from one Blackjack table. An advantage of not being owned by a huge corporation, Steve can pretty much spend as he sees fit as long at the end of the day the property is in the black." Normally Candy was quick to make decisions but the information had taken her aback somewhat. However..."Well, if The Mirage doesn't mind spending the money, guess another day and a free plane flight back home sounds too good to pass up." Bobbie was positively beaming at hearing that. "Great!" She held up her glass for a toast. "Cheers!" After they took a last swig from their glasses Candy did have another question. "So, I'm guessing you had something in mind for Friday?" "This Friday is my monthly 'me day' here. Two hours in the morning relaxing at The Spa, not a very original name, then soaking up some rays, swimming a few laps and lunch at the pool, away from most prying eyes. Then back to The Spa for the full beauty saloon treatment. You are more than welcome to join me." A day of being pampered? "I have to get a bathing suit," Candy tried not to sound too lame. "Oh, Candy," Bobbie said giving a sad shake of her head. "You must bring a suit anytime you come to Vegas. But... I didn't say which pool, did I?" There was an unmistakable mischievous grin on Bobbie. Upon hearing the pool's name, Candy motioned the bartender over. "I'll take a Blanton's, rocks. Better make it a double."CREDITS: The title drawing of Roberta Tracy was rendered by Member 9. Duster/Dr. Candace "Candy" Roberts is the OC of Dangerguy01 and used with his permission. Sable/Roberta "Bobbie" Tracy is my OC. Use only with permission.This a work of fiction. All person or persons, places, locations, and businesses are fictitious. Any similarities to any person,persons, places, locations, or businesses, real or imaginary, living or dead, are purely coincidental.... A Much Needed ME DayThanks to her Sinanju training Sable was able to race up the 24 flights of stairs despite being mentally exhausted and more than a bit tired this Friday morning. In addition to being a bounty hunter and costumed crime fighter she was the main supporter of a domestic violence shelter set up for exotic dancers and befriended many of the girls who seldom had someone to which they could turn for help. In was in that latter role which resulted in the disastrous last 12 hours. What should have been a great girls' night out with a couple of local friends and a new friend was interrupted by a desperate phone call from a dancer whose boyfriend had turned violent upon learning that she was pregnant. At the hospital Sable was angered and appalled over the extent of the girl's injuries. Not only had Linda suffered a concussion, broken jaw, broken fingers, and cracked ribs, she had been repeatedly hit in the abdomen and suffered a miscarriage. Sable had to dig deep into her training to keep her rage from boiling over. She hoped, against the norm, that she found the animal before Las Vegas Metro did. After arranging with the Desert Springs Hospital staff to make sure all medical bills would be covered, Sable sprang into action, contacting her network of "eyes" to alert her if Sonny showed his face in town. Shortly after 10:30 PM she received word that he had just entered The Montecito on the south end of The Strip. Blasting her Z28 around and through the side streets Sable sped up and into the valet area, skidded to a halt, then leapt out of the T-tops and over her car, and running into the main casino entrance. However, just inside the doors she was intercepted by Danny McCoy, head of Montecito security. He tried to calm her down explaining that Sonny was in The House of Blues bar, being watched and that Metro was enroute. "To hell with that!" she exclaimed, roughly shoving Danny aside, almost knocking him to the ground, then she rushed toward the House of Blues. Sonny was sitting with his back to the doors. Sable solidly tapped him on the shoulder. Snarling, he turned around as she asked, "You like hitting women?" "What's it to you, bitch?" "What?" "I said. what's it to --- ARRHH!" Sable used the extended locked finger technique to drive deep into his solar plexus, doubling him over in pain. She then grabbed his shirt collar and belt, effortlessly lifting him over her head and throwing him through the air, and out of the doors, which were torn from their hinges. With a loud thud and a shaking floor Sonny landed painfully on his back. He yelled out, "You cunt!" More enraged than she had ever been, Sable grabbed both ankles and then shook Sonny as if he were a blanket. Naturally breaking both his ankles in the process. As she bent down to grab him again a hapless Montecito security guard tried to grab her. The guard heard Danny shout "No!" as Sable flipped the guard ass end over teacups and he crashed into a gift shop display rack. The agitated bounty hunter grabbed Sonny's right arm and gave it a violent twist. SNAP! The shoulder was dislocated and possibly broken. The elbow and wrist were obviously broken. Oblivious to her surroundings, Sable grabbed his shirt with her left hand, then drew back a very clenched right fist. A fine red mist started to show in Sable's vision and her right arm was visibly shaking. She was ready and able to strike a killing blow to put down the animal who had put her friend in the hospital. "Sable!" She barely registered the shout. "SABLE!" Something deep inside her mind told her to look at the person yelling her name. "Mr. Deline?" Sable was surprised to see Ed Deline, President and CEO of The Montecito standing there and quite upset. Sable was fearless but a mad Ed Deline frightened her. "Let him go," Deline stated in a controlled tone that belied his anger. When Sable complied he continued, "Don't ever set foot on my property again. And that goes for that lady lapdog Wynn sends around to deal with your messes. We'll take of this." He turned to Danny. "Get her out of here." When Sable turned to follow the Montecito's security chief he instructed her, "We can't go out front. Metro's pulling up." He headed towards the service doors in the shopping area. Following Danny through the doors Sable whispered, "Mike Cannon protocol 3," into the sleeve of her left glove. "Tell Mike to move Silver," she advised Danny. Cannon was only 1 of 4 other people who had limited access to her special Z28. The fingerprint scanner in the door handle would allow him to guide her car to secure parking, which would then transform into a plain base Camaro when he left. Halfway down the hall Danny stopped and spoke to her, "Sable, you may have screwed the pooch on this one." She just gave him a blank stare. "That was flat out assault. I've already told Mitch to scrub the tapes. But..." There was a personal problem with which Sable was dealing, unknown to anyone. Whenever she got really angry, almost Hulk angry, she became sexually aroused, extremely aroused. She looked at Danny. "Guess I'm gonna owe you. Big time," she said in a soft seductive voice. That got Danny's attention. "Yeah, well, Ed will calm down in a week or so, especially if Delinda speaks to him." The truth about Ed and Sable was that he felt a deep debt of gratitude to her. Two months ago she had prevented the kidnapping of Deline's wife, Julienne, and daughter, Delinda. "We are going to have to keep you out of sight, at least until we're sure Metro has gone." Moving in close to Danny, Sable asked softly, "You got some place in mind?" In a few short minutes they were in a lower floor VIP suite, with Sable ripping off Danny's coat and shirt. As he moved in to kiss her, she stopped him. "Couple of things. One, no kissing. Two, no man puts me on my back. And, three, I take my mask off for no one, ever." Danny smiled. "I'm good with that." What followed was four hours of the purest animalistic, unbridled lustful sex Danny McCoy had ever experienced. He was soundly passed out when Sable slipped away. Now, here she was, standing in her bathroom, contemplating the events of last night, trying to understand why she had so lost control dealing with the human filth who had brutally beaten a helpless woman. She also knew she had an hour to get ready to meet her new friend. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Sable slowly pulled down her mask and asked herself, "Bobbie, what did you get yourself into?" Several floors lower in The Mirage Hotel and Casino, another woman was pondering the events of her own from last night. Dr. Candace Roberts was supposed to meet her new friend, Bobbie Tracy, and a couple of her showgirl friends for a girls' night out at Chippendales. Introductions had been made and they were ready to enter one of The Mirage's limos when Bobbie received a phone call, which visibly upset her. Excusing herself and brushing aside Candy's questions, she bade the girls to have a good time. The remaining girls piled into the limo and as it pulled away Candy asked, "Does she do that often?" Sarah chuckled, "Yeah, kinda. But she stills picks up the entire check, so...?" At the male strip Candy surprised herself at how quickly she joined in with the girls in the hooting and hollering at the male strippers and the blatant sexual remarks. She surmised that it may have had something to do with the copious amounts of bourbon and champagne. Several times during the night Candy noticed that the braless Brittney had become visibly turned on by more than one male dancer. When she and Brit made a shared trip to the restroom Candy couldn't contain herself, "Can I ask you a personal question? I know we just met and all." The showgirl gave a go ahead shrug. "I had this impression that you showgirls were more interested in, ah, you know..." "Just other women?" Brit finished for her. "This is the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Every showgirl and guy on stage in Vegas shares one thing in common." She paused for effect. "We all adore and love MEN!" With that the two women shared a laugh. Room service arrived with Candy's breakfast of a yogurt and granola parfait, freshly squeezed orange juice, and strong black coffee. Reflecting again on last night she was very much looking forward to seeing her boyfriend Bill once back home. Then she wondered what this, her last full day in Las Vegas, would hold. Promptly at 9:30 AM Bobbie called on Candy and they headed to the aptly named The Spa for pampering. Earlier Bobbie had explained that the marketing team had found out that regardless of whatever name was applied to an in house spa, the guests and customers always said that they were going to "the spa," so why not simply give it that name. Exiting the elevators the girls made the same right turn Candy had made for the last four days to head to the conference meeting rooms. Only this time the walk was very short to The Spa. The girls settled into the steam room. Candy was relieved to see that they were the only two in the room. She had also noticed that Bobbie was uncharacteristically quiet this morning. She had to ask. "So, how did things work out last night? We missed you." Bobbie shrugged her shoulders. "It was just business, nothing exciting, nothing to chat about." Searching for another topic for conversation, Candy started, "Hey, saw something on the news about your friend Sable-" "She's not my friend!" was the curt interruption. "Sorry, Candy. I'm tense. Which is why I spend Fridays here and I usually don't have company. So you were saying? I didn't hear about it." Accepting the explanation and apology, Candy continued. "Some kind of fight, she beat up a guy pretty bad apparently. He's wanting her charged with aggravated assault. The cop on TV said the guy was being charged with attempted murder on his girlfriend and the investigation was on going." "Then the asshat probably got what he deserved." Bobbie took a deep breath, then looked directly at Candy. "Let me tell you something." Candy gave Bobbie her attention. Taking her towel, Bobbie wiped down her hair before saying. "This steam makes my hair all frizzled and curly. Your ponytail is perfect." Then she leaned back against the wall. Candy took the cue that the subject was changed and sat back as well. A deep and through massage followed. Candy had not realized how invigorating and relaxing an expert massage could be. When finished they changed back into their simple sweat suits and walked the short distance to the pool Bobbie had told her about on Wednesday. The discret frosted glass door bore the simple legend "BARE" as that was the name for the no clothing allowed pool at The Mirage. Bobbie swiped her all access key-card for entry. The very young, fit and attractive female attendant greeted them from the desk. "Good morning, Ms Tracy. And Dr. Roberts, welcome to Bare. Ms Tracy I have stalls 7 and 8 for you." They walked down the hall and the attendant buzzed them into the rooms. Candy almost laughed. They would not be called changing rooms as they were not changing into anything. Maybe disrobing rooms would be appropriate. A minute later a nude Bobbie led a nude Candy around the corner to the pool area, which was larger than Candy had imagined. She was grateful for the high walls and the privacy awning that kept prying eyes from the higher floors at bay. Approaching their assigned lounge chairs a waitress, also young, fit and attractive, greeted them. "Bourbon and branch water for both of you," the waitress said, setting the glasses on the table. "I ordered ahead," Bobbie explained. The waitress informed them that the buffet would be ready shortly. When their server walked away Candy and Bobbie took their drinks and leaned back on the chairs. Bobbie then said, "I'm sorry I'm not very good company today." "It's ok. We all have off days. And this is a day off. For both of us." Bobbie looked over and raised her glass. "A toast. To making new friends." Smiling back, Candy replied, "Making new good friends." Knocking back the bourbon faster than they should have, Bobbie signalled for another round. As Candy felt the warmth of the bourbon spread over her she knew that one thing was certain. Bill and her were going to take up the offer of the romantic weekend getaway. What happens in Vegas indeed....

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's OC bounty hunter/heroine Sable encounters my own OC Duster and as per contractual obligation whenever superheroes meet for the first time, it's confrontational. But is there a reason beyond the trope? Be sure to read AB's next instalment in his stories of Candy and Bobbie in Vegas to find out! (I don't wanna give anything away, but let's just say Duster is not having a good day...)

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Dr. Roberts? I'm Roberta Tracy
Dr. Candace Roberts had just sat through the first day of a four day Environmental Engineering conference being held at The Mirage Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. Whilst some might not consider spending 4 days in a series of lectures, panels, and seminars much of a vacation, even though located in Sin City, Candy was enjoying the much needed time off from her other vocation, Duster, Mistress of the Winds, a beloved crime fighting superheroine. Fortunately criminals and other assorted evil doers had been inactive allowing her to take some time off from Duster and to stay engaged in her civilian field of study. Plus the middle of May was a good time to be in Vegas before the desert heat settled in. In need of a cooling adult beverage, Candy decided to head to the Center Bar before heading to her room. A couple of Vegas thoughts ran through her mind as she made her way from the conference/meeting area in the northwest side of the building. One was that unlike most casino layouts she did not have to go into the gaming floor to make her way to the elevators. Passing the elevators she almost went to her room first but that was the subject of her second musing, the size of her room, which was much more like other Vegas hotels, not exactly small but just large enough, barely. The theory being that most people should not spend much time in a room, rather they should be out spending money. Lastly was that the free drinks offered to gaming patrons could be quite expensive. Thus her decision to buy one. Passing the last bank of slot machines Candy was caught totally off guard as a cocktail waitress with a full tray violently crashed into her, with both falling to the floor. Then before she could regain her bearings she witnessed a most extraordinary sight. A big brute of a thug landed face down on the floor next to her and the entangled waitress. Then just as suddenly a strangely garbed masked blonde was atop the thug, straddling him, pulling his arms behind him, and putting on flex-cuffs, seemingly produced out of thin air. "You shoulda came along easily when I asked politely," the blonde gloated as she effortlessly lifted the thug to his feet. Helping the waitress up as she herself stood, Candy's first thought was that her new off white business jacket and matching skirt were ruined. Her thoughts were interrupted by rushing hotel security staff. The blonde spoke to one of the newcomers who seemed to be in charge. "George, take care of this young lady," indicating towards Candy. "See that she's taken care of and make sure she gets Ms. Tracy's card." She turned to Candy. "Sorry about the mess," she said in a tone that Candy thought was a touch too glib. And just like that the strange blonde was gone, pushing her captive in front of her. Less than two minutes later, George was finishing up the task of "taking care of" Candy."Is there anything thing else?" he asked sincerely. "Any questions?" Candy looked toward the bar. "Who was that masked woman?" A little over an hour later, Candy was in her fifth floor room, showered and changed into fresh clothes when there was a knock on the door. "Dr. Roberts? Hotel security and housekeeping." George had told Candy that someone would be up to collect her stained clothes. But just the same she peeked out the spy hole. She saw an attractive blonde wearing a light yellow business suit jacket and a someone seemingly from Housekeeping. Slipping the security latch she opened the door. "Dr. Roberts? I'm Roberta Tracy, Mirage Special Security," the blonde stated, extending her arm. "May we come in?" Candy shook the proffered hand and invited the pair into her room, and handed her stained suit to the housekeeper when bidden by Roberta. "Don't worry, Dr. Our in house dry cleaner is well experienced in making clothes like new," Roberta explained with a warm smile. "Please call me Candy, I save Doctor for work." "Bobbie is what friends call me. Please feel free." She excused the housekeeper. "We'll have you suit ready first thing in the morning. I could use another minute or two of your time, if you don't mind." The two women walked farther into the room with Candy offering Bobbie a seat. When Bobbie pulled out a chair from the small table, Candy sat in the padded easy chair. "First off," Bobbie started, "I want to offer you my personal apology for what happened on the floor." A mild shrug of the shoulders started Candy's reply. "It's not like it was your fault." She was slightly surprised by the chuckle from her guest. "You're right of course. However we feel responsible for everything our guests may experience, good or bad, while visiting. And occasionally some of the more unsavory types get physical." Thinking about that for a second, Candy replied, "I can see that. But what's the deal with that gal in the suit?" Then Candy mentally flashed to all the costumed heroines with whom she had dealt over the years. After all Duster had caused her own share of damages as well. Bobbie gave a chuckle as she answered. "Sable is a local bounty hunter with a flair for the dramatic. She's put plenty of bad guys behind bars and has had enough press coverage she feels her face might be too well known. But enough about her." She paused and looked Candy straight in the eyes. "Your entire stay here is being comped. All food and drinks, all drinks, are courtesy of The Mirage and Mr. Wynn, the owner." Bobbie handed a plastic card to Candy. The card was credit card sized, embossed with the Mirage Logo and, surprisingly, "Dr. Candace Roberts" along with a live signature of Steve Wynn. Bobbie explained, "You can either do a room charge or present this anywhere on the property for anything you want. Our compliments." Candy was genuinely surprised and grateful. This was way beyond anything she had expected. "Well, gosh, Thanks. Thank you so much." For whatever reason Candy was beginning to like this Bobbie Tracy. "You are welcome." There was a slight pause. "I have other business to which I must attend. However, I have to be a little honest here. Our breakfast choices are lacking and not the best. If you'd like, I can get you into our executives' dining room tomorrow morning." There was a quizzical smile on Bobbie's face. Quickly Candy sized up her options, eating alone, or, possibly worse, some one from the conference would want to sit and talk business. "OK, Bobbie. Things kick off at 8, so is 7 alright?" Shortly after 7 AM the next morning Candy was seated with Bobbie in the Executive Dining room, which was located on the third floor amidst the corporate office space for The Mirage Hotel and Casino, which when opened in 1989, almost 13 years ago, it was the most expensive hotel/casino, built at a cost $630 million and was the largest hotel in the world. Candy was surprised by the fact that while the room was large it seemed intimate with the dark wood paneling and the high light colored ceiling. The tables were covered with spotless table cloths, with china table settings, crystal drinkware, heavy cloth napkins and real silver silverware. The menu offerings were extensive and, not surprisingly, bore no prices. Candy took in all the surroundings, not really sure if she was, in fact, having a dream. Perhaps when knocked to the floor she had suffered a concussion. Her day had started off well enough when Bobbie showed up right at 7 AM, with her freshly dry cleaned suit. It was immaculate and she could hardly believed her eyes. Shortly after they had placed their orders a handsome woman of an indeterminate age wearing an expensive tailored business suit approached their table. Bobbie seemed to know her. "Excuse me," she began, "I am Elaine Wynn. You must be Dr. Roberts, of course." Her tone was warm and welcoming. She and Bobbie exchanged short pleasantries. For her part Candy was almost stunned. The wife of the owner had come over to meet her. Mrs. Wynn put a hand on Bobbie's shoulder. "I trust Roberta is taking good care of you." Candy could only nod and mutter a response. Immediately she felt embarrassed for her awkwardness. Turning to address Bobbie, Mrs Wynn said, "We've put two VIP seats for Siegfried and Roy on reserve for the rest of week," she turned to Candy. "If you'd like to see them." When Candy remained silent Mrs. Wynn finished, "If there is anything you need while here, if Roberta is unavailable, just pick up any house phone, give the operator your name and ask for Steve or myself." With that she turned and walked off. The rest of the breakfast was taken up with general small talk, mostly about life in Las Vegas. Bobbie did not talk much about what she did at The Mirage and changed the subject if Candy asked about Sable. However, Candy did enjoy hearing the behind the scenes stories Bobbie had from her time as a stunt woman. All too soon Tuesday's breakfast was over and Candy headed off for the conference. Before they went their separate ways the women did agree to meet for drinks after Candy was done for the day. Bobbie promised that the odds of Sable knocking her over again would be extremely high. Candy was not sure if she was relieved or disappointed. By Wednesday evening Candy was glad that tomorrow was going to be the conference's last day, and a short day, wrapping up at lunch time. Some attendees would be leaving Thursday night with most opting to fly out Friday morning. She did on a professional level gain satisfaction at being immersed in the environmental sciences for the week, but she was going to miss spending time with Bobbie Tracy. It was unusual for her to make friends outside of the superheroine community. She had taken to Bobbie as a kindred spirit of sorts, maybe a sister. Yet, save for breakfast and "after work" drinks the two had not been together all that much, however, it seemed to Candy that an invitation to dinner may have been taken the wrong way. She wasn't sure exactly why she thought that, but decided she would not ask Bobbie, instead she would wait to see if she asked. After a few minutes lost in thought Candy noticed that Bobbie was not at the bar. She debated calling or paging her but decided against it. Surely Bobbie was busy as the Head of Special Security Operations, whatever that entailed. She was just about to leave when Bobbie rushed up to the bar. "Sorry. Something came up and I had a hard time getting away." Smiling inwardly, Candy thought that Bobbie sounded like her when Duster was responsible for Dr. Roberts missing appointments and the like. When Bobbie had ordered her usual Blanton's on the rocks she looked at Candy and seemed to become serious. "There's a couple of things I want to run by you. First, I want you to know that anytime you and your boyfriend would like a really nice, special romantic getaway, please call me. I'll set you up for a time you won't forget. And don't worry about the price." "This week has been pretty memorable already, and I haven't done anything all that special." Bobbie smiled. "There's one more thing to ask. Can you extend your stay one more day?" Bobbie not as sure of herself as she had been ever since Candy first met her. "If you can wait until Saturday morning, Steve and Elaine are flying to Canada on the corporate jet to talk to people with something called the Circus of the Sun about doing one of their shows in Las Vegas. Anyway Elaine mentioned to me that they would be glad to drop you off. Your city is right along the flight path, so why no? Stunned and overwhelmed almost described how Candy felt at hearing that offer. There was one thing she had to know. "Not to sound ungrateful, Bobbie, but does everyone who gets a tray of drinks spilled on them and knocked to the floor get all this?" "Ahhh," Bobbie hesitated before replying. "Honestly? No, but," there came another pause. "Ya see, when Sable is the, ah, cause... Well, she and the Wynns are concerned about bad publicity, law suits and the like. So, they have this relationship and understanding and someone like you gets treated like royalty." Nodding her understanding Candy asked, "Cheaper than a lawsuit, eh?" "That and maybe there might that feeling of gratitude towards us." Bobbie continued in a hushed conspiratorial tone. "Truth is when you leave, regardless of how or when, we will have spent less than 1% of the daily take from one Blackjack table. An advantage of not being owned by a huge corporation, Steve can pretty much spend as he sees fit as long at the end of the day the property is in the black." Normally Candy was quick to make decisions but the information had taken her aback somewhat. However..."Well, if The Mirage doesn't mind spending the money, guess another day and a free plane flight back home sounds too good to pass up." Bobbie was positively beaming at hearing that. "Great!" She held up her glass for a toast. "Cheers!" After they took a last swig from their glasses Candy did have another question. "So, I'm guessing you had something in mind for Friday?" "This Friday is my monthly 'me day' here. Two hours in the morning relaxing at The Spa, not a very original name, then soaking up some rays, swimming a few laps and lunch at the pool, away from most prying eyes. Then back to The Spa for the full beauty saloon treatment. You are more than welcome to join me." A day of being pampered? "I have to get a bathing suit," Candy tried not to sound too lame. "Oh, Candy," Bobbie said giving a sad shake of her head. "You must bring a suit anytime you come to Vegas. But... I didn't say which pool, did I?" There was an unmistakable mischievous grin on Bobbie. Upon hearing the pool's name, Candy motioned the bartender over. "I'll take a Blanton's, rocks. Better make it a double."CREDITS: The title drawing of Roberta Tracy was rendered by Member 9. Duster/Dr. Candace "Candy" Roberts is the OC of Dangerguy01 and used with his permission. Sable/Roberta "Bobbie" Tracy is my OC. Use only with permission.This a work of fiction. All person or persons, places, locations, and businesses are fictitious. Any similarities to any person,persons, places, locations, or businesses, real or imaginary, living or dead, are purely coincidental.... A Much Needed ME DayThanks to her Sinanju training Sable was able to race up the 24 flights of stairs despite being mentally exhausted and more than a bit tired this Friday morning. In addition to being a bounty hunter and costumed crime fighter she was the main supporter of a domestic violence shelter set up for exotic dancers and befriended many of the girls who seldom had someone to which they could turn for help. In was in that latter role which resulted in the disastrous last 12 hours. What should have been a great girls' night out with a couple of local friends and a new friend was interrupted by a desperate phone call from a dancer whose boyfriend had turned violent upon learning that she was pregnant. At the hospital Sable was angered and appalled over the extent of the girl's injuries. Not only had Linda suffered a concussion, broken jaw, broken fingers, and cracked ribs, she had been repeatedly hit in the abdomen and suffered a miscarriage. Sable had to dig deep into her training to keep her rage from boiling over. She hoped, against the norm, that she found the animal before Las Vegas Metro did. After arranging with the Desert Springs Hospital staff to make sure all medical bills would be covered, Sable sprang into action, contacting her network of "eyes" to alert her if Sonny showed his face in town. Shortly after 10:30 PM she received word that he had just entered The Montecito on the south end of The Strip. Blasting her Z28 around and through the side streets Sable sped up and into the valet area, skidded to a halt, then leapt out of the T-tops and over her car, and running into the main casino entrance. However, just inside the doors she was intercepted by Danny McCoy, head of Montecito security. He tried to calm her down explaining that Sonny was in The House of Blues bar, being watched and that Metro was enroute. "To hell with that!" she exclaimed, roughly shoving Danny aside, almost knocking him to the ground, then she rushed toward the House of Blues. Sonny was sitting with his back to the doors. Sable solidly tapped him on the shoulder. Snarling, he turned around as she asked, "You like hitting women?" "What's it to you, bitch?" "What?" "I said. what's it to --- ARRHH!" Sable used the extended locked finger technique to drive deep into his solar plexus, doubling him over in pain. She then grabbed his shirt collar and belt, effortlessly lifting him over her head and throwing him through the air, and out of the doors, which were torn from their hinges. With a loud thud and a shaking floor Sonny landed painfully on his back. He yelled out, "You cunt!" More enraged than she had ever been, Sable grabbed both ankles and then shook Sonny as if he were a blanket. Naturally breaking both his ankles in the process. As she bent down to grab him again a hapless Montecito security guard tried to grab her. The guard heard Danny shout "No!" as Sable flipped the guard ass end over teacups and he crashed into a gift shop display rack. The agitated bounty hunter grabbed Sonny's right arm and gave it a violent twist. SNAP! The shoulder was dislocated and possibly broken. The elbow and wrist were obviously broken. Oblivious to her surroundings, Sable grabbed his shirt with her left hand, then drew back a very clenched right fist. A fine red mist started to show in Sable's vision and her right arm was visibly shaking. She was ready and able to strike a killing blow to put down the animal who had put her friend in the hospital. "Sable!" She barely registered the shout. "SABLE!" Something deep inside her mind told her to look at the person yelling her name. "Mr. Deline?" Sable was surprised to see Ed Deline, President and CEO of The Montecito standing there and quite upset. Sable was fearless but a mad Ed Deline frightened her. "Let him go," Deline stated in a controlled tone that belied his anger. When Sable complied he continued, "Don't ever set foot on my property again. And that goes for that lady lapdog Wynn sends around to deal with your messes. We'll take of this." He turned to Danny. "Get her out of here." When Sable turned to follow the Montecito's security chief he instructed her, "We can't go out front. Metro's pulling up." He headed towards the service doors in the shopping area. Following Danny through the doors Sable whispered, "Mike Cannon protocol 3," into the sleeve of her left glove. "Tell Mike to move Silver," she advised Danny. Cannon was only 1 of 4 other people who had limited access to her special Z28. The fingerprint scanner in the door handle would allow him to guide her car to secure parking, which would then transform into a plain base Camaro when he left. Halfway down the hall Danny stopped and spoke to her, "Sable, you may have screwed the pooch on this one." She just gave him a blank stare. "That was flat out assault. I've already told Mitch to scrub the tapes. But..." There was a personal problem with which Sable was dealing, unknown to anyone. Whenever she got really angry, almost Hulk angry, she became sexually aroused, extremely aroused. She looked at Danny. "Guess I'm gonna owe you. Big time," she said in a soft seductive voice. That got Danny's attention. "Yeah, well, Ed will calm down in a week or so, especially if Delinda speaks to him." The truth about Ed and Sable was that he felt a deep debt of gratitude to her. Two months ago she had prevented the kidnapping of Deline's wife, Julienne, and daughter, Delinda. "We are going to have to keep you out of sight, at least until we're sure Metro has gone." Moving in close to Danny, Sable asked softly, "You got some place in mind?" In a few short minutes they were in a lower floor VIP suite, with Sable ripping off Danny's coat and shirt. As he moved in to kiss her, she stopped him. "Couple of things. One, no kissing. Two, no man puts me on my back. And, three, I take my mask off for no one, ever." Danny smiled. "I'm good with that." What followed was four hours of the purest animalistic, unbridled lustful sex Danny McCoy had ever experienced. He was soundly passed out when Sable slipped away. Now, here she was, standing in her bathroom, contemplating the events of last night, trying to understand why she had so lost control dealing with the human filth who had brutally beaten a helpless woman. She also knew she had an hour to get ready to meet her new friend. Staring at her reflection in the mirror, Sable slowly pulled down her mask and asked herself, "Bobbie, what did you get yourself into?" Several floors lower in The Mirage Hotel and Casino, another woman was pondering the events of her own from last night. Dr. Candace Roberts was supposed to meet her new friend, Bobbie Tracy, and a couple of her showgirl friends for a girls' night out at Chippendales. Introductions had been made and they were ready to enter one of The Mirage's limos when Bobbie received a phone call, which visibly upset her. Excusing herself and brushing aside Candy's questions, she bade the girls to have a good time. The remaining girls piled into the limo and as it pulled away Candy asked, "Does she do that often?" Sarah chuckled, "Yeah, kinda. But she stills picks up the entire check, so...?" At the male strip Candy surprised herself at how quickly she joined in with the girls in the hooting and hollering at the male strippers and the blatant sexual remarks. She surmised that it may have had something to do with the copious amounts of bourbon and champagne. Several times during the night Candy noticed that the braless Brittney had become visibly turned on by more than one male dancer. When she and Brit made a shared trip to the restroom Candy couldn't contain herself, "Can I ask you a personal question? I know we just met and all." The showgirl gave a go ahead shrug. "I had this impression that you showgirls were more interested in, ah, you know..." "Just other women?" Brit finished for her. "This is the whole truth and nothing but the truth. Every showgirl and guy on stage in Vegas shares one thing in common." She paused for effect. "We all adore and love MEN!" With that the two women shared a laugh. Room service arrived with Candy's breakfast of a yogurt and granola parfait, freshly squeezed orange juice, and strong black coffee. Reflecting again on last night she was very much looking forward to seeing her boyfriend Bill once back home. Then she wondered what this, her last full day in Las Vegas, would hold. Promptly at 9:30 AM Bobbie called on Candy and they headed to the aptly named The Spa for pampering. Earlier Bobbie had explained that the marketing team had found out that regardless of whatever name was applied to an in house spa, the guests and customers always said that they were going to "the spa," so why not simply give it that name. Exiting the elevators the girls made the same right turn Candy had made for the last four days to head to the conference meeting rooms. Only this time the walk was very short to The Spa. The girls settled into the steam room. Candy was relieved to see that they were the only two in the room. She had also noticed that Bobbie was uncharacteristically quiet this morning. She had to ask. "So, how did things work out last night? We missed you." Bobbie shrugged her shoulders. "It was just business, nothing exciting, nothing to chat about." Searching for another topic for conversation, Candy started, "Hey, saw something on the news about your friend Sable-" "She's not my friend!" was the curt interruption. "Sorry, Candy. I'm tense. Which is why I spend Fridays here and I usually don't have company. So you were saying? I didn't hear about it." Accepting the explanation and apology, Candy continued. "Some kind of fight, she beat up a guy pretty bad apparently. He's wanting her charged with aggravated assault. The cop on TV said the guy was being charged with attempted murder on his girlfriend and the investigation was on going." "Then the asshat probably got what he deserved." Bobbie took a deep breath, then looked directly at Candy. "Let me tell you something." Candy gave Bobbie her attention. Taking her towel, Bobbie wiped down her hair before saying. "This steam makes my hair all frizzled and curly. Your ponytail is perfect." Then she leaned back against the wall. Candy took the cue that the subject was changed and sat back as well. A deep and through massage followed. Candy had not realized how invigorating and relaxing an expert massage could be. When finished they changed back into their simple sweat suits and walked the short distance to the pool Bobbie had told her about on Wednesday. The discret frosted glass door bore the simple legend "BARE" as that was the name for the no clothing allowed pool at The Mirage. Bobbie swiped her all access key-card for entry. The very young, fit and attractive female attendant greeted them from the desk. "Good morning, Ms Tracy. And Dr. Roberts, welcome to Bare. Ms Tracy I have stalls 7 and 8 for you." They walked down the hall and the attendant buzzed them into the rooms. Candy almost laughed. They would not be called changing rooms as they were not changing into anything. Maybe disrobing rooms would be appropriate. A minute later a nude Bobbie led a nude Candy around the corner to the pool area, which was larger than Candy had imagined. She was grateful for the high walls and the privacy awning that kept prying eyes from the higher floors at bay. Approaching their assigned lounge chairs a waitress, also young, fit and attractive, greeted them. "Bourbon and branch water for both of you," the waitress said, setting the glasses on the table. "I ordered ahead," Bobbie explained. The waitress informed them that the buffet would be ready shortly. When their server walked away Candy and Bobbie took their drinks and leaned back on the chairs. Bobbie then said, "I'm sorry I'm not very good company today." "It's ok. We all have off days. And this is a day off. For both of us." Bobbie looked over and raised her glass. "A toast. To making new friends." Smiling back, Candy replied, "Making new good friends." Knocking back the bourbon faster than they should have, Bobbie signalled for another round. As Candy felt the warmth of the bourbon spread over her she knew that one thing was certain. Bill and her were going to take up the offer of the romantic weekend getaway. What happens in Vegas indeed....

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