Johnny struggled to open his eyes. His head was pounding, his mouth felt and tasted like what could only possibly described as ass, and his back felt as though he'd spent the night locked in a room with a wild cat. Yet in spite of feeling like the cliche death warmed up, Johnny found himself experiencing the most beautiful euphoric bliss.

Now he was either dreaming or in heaven, because to him it felt as though there was a pair of plump lucious lips encased around his cock, slowly moving along his length in a manner that was going to have him coming for God and country very soon.

Johnny managed to crank open an eye, and smirked, a silent cheer going off in his head as he finally focused on a tangled mess of red hair bobbing up and down. He sighed happily as his hands gripped the long locks, his fingers entangling themselves in them tightly as he savoured the coaxing massage of a tongue that quite obviously belonged to a girl who'd graduated top of the class when it came to giving head. Johnny closed his eyes once more, the events from the night before gradually starting to resurface as he revelled in the pleasure he was getting.

He'd had time to kill last night, and had headed straight for the Blackjack table once he'd settled himself into his room at The Palms. Johnny wasn't a huge gambling man, but he'd decided to live dangerously for an evening, and had been pleasantly surprised at the impressive winning streak he'd been blessed with. Said winning streak had caught the attention of a cute redhead. Molly? Holly? Polly? Fuck, he sounded like Brian.

Anyway, after a few more lucky hands, Johnny and Red had retired to the bar and had proceeded to get good and loaded thanks to copious amounts of vodka and tequila. With each passing shot, Johnny had found it harder to resist the urge to get laid. He'd made a cheeky suggestion about heading for his room, and Red had been more than eager to join him. Details were pretty much blurred after that, but if the way he felt this morning was anything to judge by, it had been a night he wished he actually remembered more of.

A perfectly manicured hand was now helping Red's mouth in her mission to give Johnny a most welcome alarm call. He bucked his hips slightly, pushing himself further down her throat, a loud groan escaping him as he pumped into her mouth, encouraged to continue at the way she swallowed every last drop as though it were some form of sweet nectar.

Johnny lay still for a while as he tried to catch his breath, his heart pounding in his chest. He finally managed to look down at Red, her lips curved into a sexy smirk. There was a part of him that wanted to say fuck the deal, and spend the rest of his time in Vegas with this woman. However, Johnny actually valued his life and knew that he had to let her go.

"That was amazing baby," he told her hoarsely.

Baby? Yeah, he was definitely turning into Brian.

"But, and as much as it pains me to say it, I have to get up. I've got some business to attend to," he told her.

Red simply shrugged and clambered off the bed to retrieve the clothes she'd been quick to rid herself of the previous evening. Johnny watched her briefly, knowing that he was going to want to see her again that night. He got up and went over to her, kissing her cheek.

"Leave me your number and I'll call you as soon as I'm free later," he murmured.

The squeal of excitement that escaped her caused him to grimace, making him realise that she was definitely better when her mouth was full and she couldn't speak.

Johnny headed for the bathroom, closing the door firmly behind him. He switched on the shower, studying himself in the mirror before stepping underneath the warm water. He hissed slightly as the water hit his scratched back. A small price to pay for getting laid, he mused. He thought ahead to the meeting that was set up for later that day. It was to be a quick introduction to the man who they hoped would be able to supply them with a new batch of weapons, before he went ahead and closed the deal tomorrow evening.

It was so simple that Johnny knew there was nothing that could go wrong. He rarely got the oppurtunity to make such deals on his own, and wanted to prove to the others that there was more to him than just the mind of a mathematical genius and technical wizard. Johnny quickly washed himself, wanting to get out and find a cure for the still pounding head that troubled him before he headed off.

It didn't take long for Johnny to finish dressing once he was dried. He grabbed a jacket, made sure his gun was securely hidden just incase, and picked up the key to his room. As he opened the door, Johnny was greeted by the silencer and barrel of two friends he knew oh so well, Smith and Wesson. He glanced at the steel grey eyes of the owner of the gun, realising too late who it was as three carefully fired shots caught him in the chest. Falling to the soft carpeted floor, Johnny knew he wasn't going to live, which fucked him off because he'd been looking forward to at least another night in the company of Red.

Two thoughts crossed the mind of Jonathan Lewis Seward as he took his final breaths. The first was that there was a slight chance the guys wouldn't be too happy about this. The second was that he was glad his mother wasn't around to bitch at him for the mess he was making on the carpet.

Notes

I accidently posted chapter 11 the other day, and only just noticed. Have rectified that now :)