Praefectus Praetorio
R.I.P. Brother of the Quill
Palais-Royal Reno
December 1, 2017 Palais-Royal Reno, John Marcum, Casino CEO
Friday morning, first thing, I always meet with my Hospitality Manager, Reggie Manning. Reggie’s job is simple but vital: track and please our most important guests. We call them the “100” although there are slightly more than that number. These guests (over 90% male) represent some of the greatest concentrations of wealth and power in the world. And they come here because we are under the radar of many in the media, and we offer them an exclusive place to indulge their “adult” desires. Between their gaming and other fees we receive, over 50% of our profit comes from them. Therefore, Reggie’s work is of the highest priority. We meet every Friday morning to go over who is still here and who is arriving.
“Well boss, you remember Mark Rothberg is coming Monday?”
“Yes, and he has a special guest coming from Eastern Canada? We’ll make sure he has a room for her and a facility for the “exercises”?”
“Yep. He says she will only need a bedroom for the night she arrives; she’ll be in the exercise room after that.”
“Really? This must be a fucking “cooperative” girl! Who else?”
“Julio Santeri from Napa arrives tomorrow for two nights. He requested Theresa from his last visit.”
“Is she fully recovered? That weekend was pretty intense?”
“Oh yes, the slut is even looking forward to it!”
“Gotta love Theresa!” Get her something special as a thank you from us after he leaves. Remember, I have a lunch meeting with Julio tomorrow to make plans for his “Crux Party” at the vineyard in March.”
“Right, boss. I know he’s looking forward to crowning his new “Miss Reisling” then!” We both laughed as we thought of the fate of last year’s, “Miss Merlot”.
“And Boris Strangehair is flying in from London on Tuesday for a long day before he goes to the White House for a meet and greet with the President. He hasn’t really told us what he wants. We’ll have a nice selection to greet him and then he can specify. And that’s what we have for now”
“Very good Reggie. Keep me up on how Mark’s exercise goes. He’s said these might become more frequent and include more of his senior staff and even some from Congress!”
“Righto boss!” Reggie let his English accent slip through as he left.
It looked like a good weekend. I needed to call Mr. Sing in Hong Kong to confirm his visit and requirements. But it was too early there to call now. So, I just relaxed back in my chair and let Sally continue to work her mouth magic on my cock. God, that girl was good.
December 1, 2017 Palais-Royal Reno, John Marcum, Casino CEO
Friday morning, first thing, I always meet with my Hospitality Manager, Reggie Manning. Reggie’s job is simple but vital: track and please our most important guests. We call them the “100” although there are slightly more than that number. These guests (over 90% male) represent some of the greatest concentrations of wealth and power in the world. And they come here because we are under the radar of many in the media, and we offer them an exclusive place to indulge their “adult” desires. Between their gaming and other fees we receive, over 50% of our profit comes from them. Therefore, Reggie’s work is of the highest priority. We meet every Friday morning to go over who is still here and who is arriving.
“Well boss, you remember Mark Rothberg is coming Monday?”
“Yes, and he has a special guest coming from Eastern Canada? We’ll make sure he has a room for her and a facility for the “exercises”?”
“Yep. He says she will only need a bedroom for the night she arrives; she’ll be in the exercise room after that.”
“Really? This must be a fucking “cooperative” girl! Who else?”
“Julio Santeri from Napa arrives tomorrow for two nights. He requested Theresa from his last visit.”
“Is she fully recovered? That weekend was pretty intense?”
“Oh yes, the slut is even looking forward to it!”
“Gotta love Theresa!” Get her something special as a thank you from us after he leaves. Remember, I have a lunch meeting with Julio tomorrow to make plans for his “Crux Party” at the vineyard in March.”
“Right, boss. I know he’s looking forward to crowning his new “Miss Reisling” then!” We both laughed as we thought of the fate of last year’s, “Miss Merlot”.
“And Boris Strangehair is flying in from London on Tuesday for a long day before he goes to the White House for a meet and greet with the President. He hasn’t really told us what he wants. We’ll have a nice selection to greet him and then he can specify. And that’s what we have for now”
“Very good Reggie. Keep me up on how Mark’s exercise goes. He’s said these might become more frequent and include more of his senior staff and even some from Congress!”
“Righto boss!” Reggie let his English accent slip through as he left.
It looked like a good weekend. I needed to call Mr. Sing in Hong Kong to confirm his visit and requirements. But it was too early there to call now. So, I just relaxed back in my chair and let Sally continue to work her mouth magic on my cock. God, that girl was good.
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