I am restless. I had tossed and turned as I tried to sleep. It was no use. No matter how many times I thought, “Where the fuck are you, Alex?” I never got an answer.

I wasn’t sure how Bell was putting up with my turning. I must have pulled the sheet off her well into double figures. I was not used to sharing a bed with anyone, especially a woman. But I had to admit, the times I had put my arm over her to put the bed sheet back, had felt kind of erotic.

I had only just experienced a man’s touch, that had taken me a while to get used to, and the last thing I wanted or needed was to find myself thinking about women. Especially women as sexy as Bell.

Tomorrow, I will start trying to find Alex, and all I have to go on is a photo on my phone, that is the only lead. I finally find myself slipping into sleep, not a deep sleep, but just enough that would make me feel rested.

I wake and I finally swing my legs from the bed and walk to the window. I pull back the curtains and stare from the motel. I hear a murmuring from behind me and turn.

“How long have you been awake?” Bell asks.

“Just a few minutes,” I reply. “I hope I didn’t disturb you?”

“A few times when you pulled the bed sheet off me, but at least you put it back,” she replies. She even looks gorgeous in the morning. Unbelievably so.

Bell sits up on the edge of the bed. I notice the tattoo she has down the side of her body. “Wow, that must have hurt?” I ask, curious.

Bell pulls up her vest, the tattoo stretches from her waist and reaches around to her breast.

“It hurt like a bitch, right on the rib cage,” she says.

I wasn’t really listening, I was thinking of how much fun the tattooist had holding her breast.

Bell runs her fingers through her hair and walks to the tiny kitchen area. “You want coffee?”

“Yeah, I would love one,” I reply.

“I bet you are a cream and sugar girl?” Bell says.

“I am.” I feel like she is flirting with me.

“The best I have is coffee whitener; the refrigerator is pretty useless here, so cream and milk start to stink before I can finish them,” she says laughing.

“That’s fine, just dump an extra couple of sugars in, I need the energy.”

“No problem, I get the sachets from the diner over the street, it saves me buying them.”

“How well do you know Vegas?” I ask.

“I have been here for a couple of months, I know my way around,” Bell replies.

“What do you do for work exactly?”

Bell smiles and looks at me. “A little bit of this, and a little bit of that.”

“So, you have no regular job?” I sit at the table desperate for coffee.

“To be honest, I don’t need to work. There was a bonus sharing scheme from Beau a while back, and I was paid for services rendered,” Bell explains.

“Why do you live in a place like this?” I ask.

“It’s all about image, the bit of work I do, I have to show I live in a shit-hole,” Bell says.

“But why do you do a little bit of this and that if you don’t need to?” I ask.

Bell sits at the table and hands me my mug of coffee. “I like the excitement.”

“Ah, you are one of those thrill junkies,” I say.

“Something like that,” Bell says. “So, what is your plan?”

I sip on my sweet coffee and shake my head. “No plan, all I have is a photo on my phone of Alex,” I say, feeling a touch worried.

I turn on my phone and find the picture of Alex. “Damn, no wonder you have come looking for him, look at that body,” Bell says.

“Ahem,” I reply, coughing.

“Sorry, but you did say he wasn’t your boyfriend,” Bell replies.

I sigh. “I did say that didn’t I?”

“I think we should ask around, I know a couple of people who work in the casinos. If Alex is in that much trouble though, I don’t think he will have been playing those sorts of games,” Bell explains.

“Does that make it easier or harder to track him down?” I ask, hoping to get a revelation.

“Well, if you manage to find a person who is lucky enough to play in these sorts of games, it can be easy, or if no one has ever known him, it will be nearly impossible,” Bell says.

“Alex did tell me he managed a couple of underground clubs. I think that was when he started to get into trouble.”

“More than likely, you get a lot here who get good at cards. They have the same get-rich-quick thoughts in their heads, and then it all crumbles.” Bell smiles. “But if he managed clubs, maybe we have a start.”

“We better get moving in a minute,” I say, excited to see him again.

“I agree, but there is one thing I forgot to mention,” Bell says.

“What’s that?”

“The water in the shower, the hot water is limited. We will have to share,” she says grinning, seeming to flirt with me.

I find myself fumbling with my cross. Dear God, will I be cast into hell? First Alex, and now I am sharing a shower with a Bell.

“If that’s how it is, that’s how it is,” I reply.

“It takes a few minutes for the boiler to kick in and then we have around ten minutes as a maximum,” Bell explains.

She steps into the bathroom and turns on the faucet. I see her lift her vest from her body. The tattoo sits brightly against her skin, and it does look kind of sexy, that’s if you’re into large tattoos on hot women.

I nervously slip from my t-shirt and remove my panties. Bell steps into the shower and offers me her hand. She looks at me through her wet strands of hair.

“Quickly. It is getting warm.”

I step in the shower. I suddenly notice, it was not made for two. Bell’s body rubs against mine as she tries to soap herself.

“This won’t work, it will be easier for us to soap each other,” she says.

I would have thought you were making a pass at me, but the shower is small and I have to agree.

I stand with my arms above my head, and I face the wall of the shower. Bell rubs my back with the sponge. Her hands glide over my shoulders and finally run down my spine to the cheeks of my ass.

I feel her soft, tender touch as she massages the soap into my soft velvety skin. It does feel quite nice.

“Turn around,” Bell says.

I turn and hold my hands over my head. Bell runs the sponge down my arms and then moves her attention to my exposed breasts. I hope my wet hair hides the expression on my face, but I doubt it.

I feel myself biting my lip, Bell has (without any conscious effort) made my nipples throb and start to harden. I close my eyes as her hands rub soap over my flat stomach. God knows what is going to happen when she reaches my thighs and my pussy.

Her hands finally reach my legs. I find myself widening my feet as her hands run up my inner thighs.

“Ooh,” I whimper.

Bell chuckles as her hand gets closer to my pussy. “I bet you were not expecting this,” she asks

“Not at all,” I reply, feeling extremely taken by it.

“All done, now my turn,” she says, handing me the sponge and the soap.

Bell stands with her back against the wall of the shower. I follow the movements she did and start by soaping her raised arms. I breathe deep as I lower my hands and start soaping her breasts. Bell stares at me endearingly through her dark hair. I drop the sponge into the holder and use my hands, my fingers brush over her erect nipples as I gently rub soap all over her breasts.

My hands finish her chest and move to her lower body. I run my fingers around the outline of her tattoo and trace the line down as I lose a breath. I lather my hands and rub them against Bell’s thighs. I hear her sigh as my hand rises and brushes over her pussy.

Now I am confused…

I rub my hand over her pussy. I can feel Bell’s hot breath as she pants. I consciously stop myself from pushing my hand harder against her pussy.

“Turn around,” I say.

Bell turns her back and looks over her shoulder. I massage her perfectly formed ass. The water cascades over our naked bodies as I push my breasts against her to soap her shoulders.

“I think we better stop,” Bell says.

“Why?” I ask, enjoying it.

“Because the water will be freezing in a minute.”

“Who says water conservation has to be boring?”