Re: Hitchhiker (M/F, some F/F)
Posted: Sat Apr 23, 2022 2:15 pm
Chapter 75
I was too busy on my phone to pay attention to what was going on in the restaurant. Linda and Elsa had been all exited about coming here, but I had never heard of the TV show this restaurant was part of. And it was more important to find a good deal for my, our, next trip. Hell’s Kitchen as the restaurant was called was loud. The head chef seemed to shout a lot and I could do without the cameras. Luckily, they focussed more on Elsa and Linda than on me.
“Damn, I will miss you guys.” Linda stated while we waited, longer than usual, for our food.
We had been busy the last 2 days, playing tourist mostly, although for me the Shelby American museum was one of the highlights. I liked coming there and it had been a while. And Mount Charleston had been fun, as I had never been there. But things like the Hoover Dam and Mob Museum I had been to before, although the trip in the chopper across the Grand Canyon had been fun. But today was our last day in Vegas. Linda and Robert would be flying home tomorrow, and I had to get back on the road. Luckily Elsa was coming with me.
“You think he is cute?” Elsa asked Linda, pointing at the famous chef in the large kitchen.
“Who? Gordon Ramsey? Yeah, if he is not screaming.” Linda laughed. “Isn’t he too old for you?”
The question made Elsa grin. I did not know that she knew of this chef, but he seemed to be a big thing on TV, so maybe I should not be surprised. Personally, I hardly ever watch television. When the hotel offered us tickets, Elsa’s and Linda’s reaction made it not hard to accept them. The show was being recorded in the hotel, so we did not have far to go.
“What do you think?” Elsa asked me.
“Euh, what?”
I had not been paying attention, focussed more on finalizing the load.
“What are you doing?” Elsa asked me, looking a little annoyed that I was paying more attention to my phone than to her.
“Looking for a load, as vacation time is over.” I replied.
“And?”
“Two options so far.”
“And?”
“The load from Campo to LA is probably the most profitable. The one from Vegas to Washington DC the longest. But there is a tighter deadline on that one, that gives us very little time to stop anywhere.”
“I prefer to see some stuff.” Elsa grinned.
“You mean when he does not keep you tied up?” Linda laughed.
“I suspect I’ll be witness to him fucking some lonely woman while I am tightly tied.” Elsa said.
I turned red. I was pretty sure that Elsa would never let me forget those times. My explanation that it was not all my faulty had fallen on deaf ears I figured. Luckily for me our food arrived, which pulled the attention away from me.
“This looks very good.” Robert said, looking at his food.
I nodded; it did look good. The steak was perfectly done and tasted great. It had taken the blue team a long time to finally get some food out and I had understood it was a competition between both teams. Whatever they were doing, I was here for the food, not for all the drama in the kitchen. The girls did not seem to mind watching the drama unfold, which was fine by me.
“I think the camera likes the two of you.” Robert said, before taking a bite from his steak.
They did seem to focus on the women at our table more than any other table. It was not hard to admit that the simple summer dresses showed off their bodies and the minimalistic make-up made them look good. Both Elsa and Linda had their hair hang loose.
“I read somewhere that Ramsey is a lot friendlier behind the scenes than in the show. Most of it is just for show.” Elsa said.
“That would not surprise me.” Robert replied. “Often with these types of shows, the editing might make things look different from what they are. But you know that when you watch these shows.”
I agreed, but I did not really know this for a fact and I was enjoying my meal, but it was the polite thing to do.
“We should go by the LINQ on the way back.” Elsa said.
“Why? What is there at the LINQ?” Linda asked.
“They have an excellent photographer, Dylan, and Dany. They took some pictures of me when we were there last week. We should get some photos together.”
“What, like models?” Linda grinned. “I don’t know if the camera likes me.”
The statement made Robert, who was just taking a sip from his beer, almost spit out the drink.
“Don’t say things like that when I am drinking.” He laughed.
“No, really, I would love to have some photos of us without ropes.” Elsa spoke. “We always seem to be tied up.”
“Duh, that is to keep you safe.” I added, a wide grin on my face.
“Sure, we can do that.” Linda said. “I assume you know where to go?”
“Yes, I have a few photos from them already, they look pretty good.” Elsa replied. “Geez, it feels like that was a month ago we were there with Wynonna.”
She turned to Robert.
“Did you ever look up that site for TUG’s?”
“You mean that website those writers who Linda met in the bar were talking about?” Robert replied. “Yeah, I had a quick look. There is a lot of variety on there, ranging from stories for everyone to some hard-core stuff. Not everything was interesting, some stories were weird, but the stories from the writers you met stood out. They get a lot of views.”
“I liked the names they used. I can understand you do not use your own name on a site like that.”
“What was it again? Napoleon?” I asked.
“Caesar.” Linda corrected me, giving me a look. “Caesar73 and GreyLord. Those were the two I met.”
“I think it would be fun to be part of a story like that. Although I assume that if they would know about our lives, that we could be easily part of a story too.” Elsa added.
“Somebody writing about us. You think are lives are that interesting?” Linda grinned.
“This coming from the woman who got kidnapped, did a project for the university that kept her locked up for days, visited Europe and the Caribbean? Who would not want to read that?” Elsa said.
“Okay, if you put it like that. Your story could also be a book. Hitchhiking through the US, getting tied up all the time. Maybe you could occasionally say something in Swedish?”
“Ingen skulle vilja läsa det.” Elsa said immediately.
“What? What was that?”
“Ingen skulle vilja läsa det.”
She repeated the sentence a little slower.
“And that means what?” Robert asked her.
“Nobody wants to read that.” I said, looking at my phone.
“What? You installed a translation app?” Robert grinned.
“She has a habit of cursing at me in Swedish, so I figured I might as well know what she is saying.”
“Det kan jeg også si på norsk.” Elsa said, grinning.
“That sounded different.” Linda stated.
“I can speak Norwegian too.” Elsa grinned.
“Hidden talents.” Robert said, looking impressed.
“Oh, she keeps surprising me.” I replied.
Reaching over, I kissed Elsa. She smiled and looked at me, which, as usual, meant I forgot about everything happening around me and just stared into those blue eyes.
“Oh no, here he goes again.” Linda said.
Linda talking reminded me where we were and what we were doing. We finished our meals and after paying, we left the restaurant.
“What next?” I asked while we stood in the lobby of Caesar’s Palace.
“The LINQ is only 5 minutes away; we can walk or take a taxi.” Robert suggested.
“Or take a rickshaw.” Said Linda, pointing to a sign in the hotel lobby.
“That is another option.” Robert stated.
We walked to the entrance of the hotel and noticed there was only one rickshaw and 4 people was a bit much for one rickshaw.
“I’ll have another one for you in a few minutes.” The female driver of the rickshaw stated.
She got on the radio, trying to get another ride for them.
“So, we meet again.” A voice behind Linda said.
I recognized him as one of the writers Linda had talked to at the bar, 'GreyLord'. It was a good thing Linda had mentioned the names a short while ago, as this time I remembered them. It looked like he was leaving town, as his luggage was being put in a taxi.
“Nice meeting you again.” Linda said.
“I don’t think you have met our third writer. We were waiting for him when you met us in the bar. This is ‘slackywacky’.”
He pointed at an older gentleman, a little overweight, some grey in his hair. I figured he was in his 50’s.
“Nice meeting you.” She said to the gentleman.
“The pleasure is mine.”
His accent was European, I figured. Although that was as close as I could say.
“These are my friends.” Linda introduced us.
“Where is Caesar73?” Linda asked.
“He is coming.” GreyLord grinned. “We’re heading home.”
While we made small talk, it did not take long for Caesar73 to join us. The bellboys were putting his suitcases in the taxi.
“It was nice meeting you, but we need to head out, our flights don’t wait for us.” Caesar73 said.
“Yes, and we need to go too, our second rickshaw is here. Safe flight.” Linda said.
“Thank you.” Slackywacky said.
They got in their taxi.
“Oh, and if you are wondering, yes, we do know our real names. It is just that we have been communicating on the forums for so long, we tend to use our handles more. You guys have fun.” Slackywacky said before closing the door of the taxi.
“Okay, we are ready for you.” The two rickshaw drivers said, while the taxi left.
It did not take long to get to the LINQ casino. The weather was nice, and the casinos were busy. The big wheel was doing its rounds.
“Have you been in there?” Linda asked.
“Yes. But it is not that interesting. You are constantly waiting for the other cabins to empty and fill, so you sit more still than that you move.” I replied.
“Here’s the photo studio.” Elsa said, guiding us to the entrance.
Inside the well litt studio, Dany was busy folding some papers.
“Good evening, welcome to the LINQ photo… Oh, hi, welcome back.”
She stopped her standard greeting when she recognized us.
“How are you?” Elsa asked.
“I am pretty good. Dylan should be in soon; he is outside at the loop.”
I told Linda and Robert how we had met.
“Aren’t we missing somebody?” Dany asked, not seeing Wynonna.
“No, she’s at home. This is Linda and Robert. New friends.”
Hands were shaken. Dany was a friendly host.
“And what brings you in today? Need some special photos?” She asked.
“No, we do those enough as it is.” Linda said, understanding what Dany meant.
“Oh?”
“I am a professional bondage model.” Linda grinned.
“Yeah, that would explain that.”
“We just want some group photos. This is our last evening together; we’re heading back to Searchlight after this, and we figured we might as well get some professional ones.”
“That would require a professional photographer.” Dylan’s voice said.
He greeted the group and got the updated on the plans.
“Sure, we can do that.”
It did not take long to arrange the studio for the group photos and to position us for the photos. Flashlights flashed, camera’s clicked, models laughed, photographers directed.
“I have an idea.” Dany said.
She walked away and came back a few moments later with a pair of handcuffs. She applied one side to Linda’s right wrist and the other side to Elsa’s left wrist. The women were in the middle between the men.
“Just to show your connection.” Dany grinned.
More photos were taken, including a few with the handcuffs on either Elsa or Linda, even a few with their hands cuffed behind their backs.
“Here are the codes for getting your photos. It will be two days or so before they are available online.” Dylan told us. “The URL is on the card.”
“Fancy.” Elsa said.
“Or you can just wait for them to get developed, which will take 2 days, as we’re kind of busy.”
“You mean I have to stay like this?” Linda said, as she still had her hands cuffed behind her back.
“Oh no, we can wrap you up a lot more if needed.” Dany grinned.
“Thank you.” Elsa said, while Linda was being released.
“My pleasure. If you excuse me, I must go back up to the loop for some more photos.” Dylan said. “They make the money for all of this.”
We said our goodbye’s and left the studio. Walking through the LINQ, we headed back to the hotel. Wynonna’s car was parked at the Nobu hotel, so we needed to pick up the car, head over to our own hotel where we still had some stuff and head back to Searchlight. It felt weird saying goodbye. We had become good friends during the last few days, but we all knew that it was time to split up again.
“I wish this could go on longer.” Linda said.
“Just win a few million and it can.” Elsa added, while pulling the handle of a slot machine at the LINQ after feeding it a dollar.
Bells started ringing and lights started flashing.
“You have won the jackpot.” I said, dumbfounded.
This woman was lucky in the casinos.
“How much?”
“$4880.” Linda said, looking at the display.
“Well, that is one way to leave Vegas with a profit.” I grinned.
The casino helped cashing out the winnings and we walked back to the Nobu. We were not really walking fast, trying to avoid the unavoidable, but eventually we made it to the hotel. While the valet got Wynonna’s Ford, Elsa and I got our stuff from Linda’s and Jacks room, including our bondage gear. By the time we got back down again, the Ford was waiting for us. It looked kind of out of place with all the other expensive cars around.
“I will miss you.” Elsa said, hugging Linda and Robert.
I nodded. I was not good at goodbyes.
“We will miss you too. But stay in touch and if you are ever in the area, drop in.” Robert added.
Finally, we got in the car. I started the engine and Elsa turned the window down on the passenger side.
“Miss you.” She called out, hanging half out of the window
“Goodbye.” Linda called back.
I hit the gas pedal and we drove away from the hotel.
“Okay, lets get our gear and head home. Tomorrow, we must get ready for the road again.” I said, sighing.
“Does that mean I get tied up again?” Elsa laughed, leaning over to me.
“I am sure you will.” I grinned.
I was too busy on my phone to pay attention to what was going on in the restaurant. Linda and Elsa had been all exited about coming here, but I had never heard of the TV show this restaurant was part of. And it was more important to find a good deal for my, our, next trip. Hell’s Kitchen as the restaurant was called was loud. The head chef seemed to shout a lot and I could do without the cameras. Luckily, they focussed more on Elsa and Linda than on me.
“Damn, I will miss you guys.” Linda stated while we waited, longer than usual, for our food.
We had been busy the last 2 days, playing tourist mostly, although for me the Shelby American museum was one of the highlights. I liked coming there and it had been a while. And Mount Charleston had been fun, as I had never been there. But things like the Hoover Dam and Mob Museum I had been to before, although the trip in the chopper across the Grand Canyon had been fun. But today was our last day in Vegas. Linda and Robert would be flying home tomorrow, and I had to get back on the road. Luckily Elsa was coming with me.
“You think he is cute?” Elsa asked Linda, pointing at the famous chef in the large kitchen.
“Who? Gordon Ramsey? Yeah, if he is not screaming.” Linda laughed. “Isn’t he too old for you?”
The question made Elsa grin. I did not know that she knew of this chef, but he seemed to be a big thing on TV, so maybe I should not be surprised. Personally, I hardly ever watch television. When the hotel offered us tickets, Elsa’s and Linda’s reaction made it not hard to accept them. The show was being recorded in the hotel, so we did not have far to go.
“What do you think?” Elsa asked me.
“Euh, what?”
I had not been paying attention, focussed more on finalizing the load.
“What are you doing?” Elsa asked me, looking a little annoyed that I was paying more attention to my phone than to her.
“Looking for a load, as vacation time is over.” I replied.
“And?”
“Two options so far.”
“And?”
“The load from Campo to LA is probably the most profitable. The one from Vegas to Washington DC the longest. But there is a tighter deadline on that one, that gives us very little time to stop anywhere.”
“I prefer to see some stuff.” Elsa grinned.
“You mean when he does not keep you tied up?” Linda laughed.
“I suspect I’ll be witness to him fucking some lonely woman while I am tightly tied.” Elsa said.
I turned red. I was pretty sure that Elsa would never let me forget those times. My explanation that it was not all my faulty had fallen on deaf ears I figured. Luckily for me our food arrived, which pulled the attention away from me.
“This looks very good.” Robert said, looking at his food.
I nodded; it did look good. The steak was perfectly done and tasted great. It had taken the blue team a long time to finally get some food out and I had understood it was a competition between both teams. Whatever they were doing, I was here for the food, not for all the drama in the kitchen. The girls did not seem to mind watching the drama unfold, which was fine by me.
“I think the camera likes the two of you.” Robert said, before taking a bite from his steak.
They did seem to focus on the women at our table more than any other table. It was not hard to admit that the simple summer dresses showed off their bodies and the minimalistic make-up made them look good. Both Elsa and Linda had their hair hang loose.
“I read somewhere that Ramsey is a lot friendlier behind the scenes than in the show. Most of it is just for show.” Elsa said.
“That would not surprise me.” Robert replied. “Often with these types of shows, the editing might make things look different from what they are. But you know that when you watch these shows.”
I agreed, but I did not really know this for a fact and I was enjoying my meal, but it was the polite thing to do.
“We should go by the LINQ on the way back.” Elsa said.
“Why? What is there at the LINQ?” Linda asked.
“They have an excellent photographer, Dylan, and Dany. They took some pictures of me when we were there last week. We should get some photos together.”
“What, like models?” Linda grinned. “I don’t know if the camera likes me.”
The statement made Robert, who was just taking a sip from his beer, almost spit out the drink.
“Don’t say things like that when I am drinking.” He laughed.
“No, really, I would love to have some photos of us without ropes.” Elsa spoke. “We always seem to be tied up.”
“Duh, that is to keep you safe.” I added, a wide grin on my face.
“Sure, we can do that.” Linda said. “I assume you know where to go?”
“Yes, I have a few photos from them already, they look pretty good.” Elsa replied. “Geez, it feels like that was a month ago we were there with Wynonna.”
She turned to Robert.
“Did you ever look up that site for TUG’s?”
“You mean that website those writers who Linda met in the bar were talking about?” Robert replied. “Yeah, I had a quick look. There is a lot of variety on there, ranging from stories for everyone to some hard-core stuff. Not everything was interesting, some stories were weird, but the stories from the writers you met stood out. They get a lot of views.”
“I liked the names they used. I can understand you do not use your own name on a site like that.”
“What was it again? Napoleon?” I asked.
“Caesar.” Linda corrected me, giving me a look. “Caesar73 and GreyLord. Those were the two I met.”
“I think it would be fun to be part of a story like that. Although I assume that if they would know about our lives, that we could be easily part of a story too.” Elsa added.
“Somebody writing about us. You think are lives are that interesting?” Linda grinned.
“This coming from the woman who got kidnapped, did a project for the university that kept her locked up for days, visited Europe and the Caribbean? Who would not want to read that?” Elsa said.
“Okay, if you put it like that. Your story could also be a book. Hitchhiking through the US, getting tied up all the time. Maybe you could occasionally say something in Swedish?”
“Ingen skulle vilja läsa det.” Elsa said immediately.
“What? What was that?”
“Ingen skulle vilja läsa det.”
She repeated the sentence a little slower.
“And that means what?” Robert asked her.
“Nobody wants to read that.” I said, looking at my phone.
“What? You installed a translation app?” Robert grinned.
“She has a habit of cursing at me in Swedish, so I figured I might as well know what she is saying.”
“Det kan jeg også si på norsk.” Elsa said, grinning.
“That sounded different.” Linda stated.
“I can speak Norwegian too.” Elsa grinned.
“Hidden talents.” Robert said, looking impressed.
“Oh, she keeps surprising me.” I replied.
Reaching over, I kissed Elsa. She smiled and looked at me, which, as usual, meant I forgot about everything happening around me and just stared into those blue eyes.
“Oh no, here he goes again.” Linda said.
Linda talking reminded me where we were and what we were doing. We finished our meals and after paying, we left the restaurant.
“What next?” I asked while we stood in the lobby of Caesar’s Palace.
“The LINQ is only 5 minutes away; we can walk or take a taxi.” Robert suggested.
“Or take a rickshaw.” Said Linda, pointing to a sign in the hotel lobby.
“That is another option.” Robert stated.
We walked to the entrance of the hotel and noticed there was only one rickshaw and 4 people was a bit much for one rickshaw.
“I’ll have another one for you in a few minutes.” The female driver of the rickshaw stated.
She got on the radio, trying to get another ride for them.
“So, we meet again.” A voice behind Linda said.
I recognized him as one of the writers Linda had talked to at the bar, 'GreyLord'. It was a good thing Linda had mentioned the names a short while ago, as this time I remembered them. It looked like he was leaving town, as his luggage was being put in a taxi.
“Nice meeting you again.” Linda said.
“I don’t think you have met our third writer. We were waiting for him when you met us in the bar. This is ‘slackywacky’.”
He pointed at an older gentleman, a little overweight, some grey in his hair. I figured he was in his 50’s.
“Nice meeting you.” She said to the gentleman.
“The pleasure is mine.”
His accent was European, I figured. Although that was as close as I could say.
“These are my friends.” Linda introduced us.
“Where is Caesar73?” Linda asked.
“He is coming.” GreyLord grinned. “We’re heading home.”
While we made small talk, it did not take long for Caesar73 to join us. The bellboys were putting his suitcases in the taxi.
“It was nice meeting you, but we need to head out, our flights don’t wait for us.” Caesar73 said.
“Yes, and we need to go too, our second rickshaw is here. Safe flight.” Linda said.
“Thank you.” Slackywacky said.
They got in their taxi.
“Oh, and if you are wondering, yes, we do know our real names. It is just that we have been communicating on the forums for so long, we tend to use our handles more. You guys have fun.” Slackywacky said before closing the door of the taxi.
“Okay, we are ready for you.” The two rickshaw drivers said, while the taxi left.
It did not take long to get to the LINQ casino. The weather was nice, and the casinos were busy. The big wheel was doing its rounds.
“Have you been in there?” Linda asked.
“Yes. But it is not that interesting. You are constantly waiting for the other cabins to empty and fill, so you sit more still than that you move.” I replied.
“Here’s the photo studio.” Elsa said, guiding us to the entrance.
Inside the well litt studio, Dany was busy folding some papers.
“Good evening, welcome to the LINQ photo… Oh, hi, welcome back.”
She stopped her standard greeting when she recognized us.
“How are you?” Elsa asked.
“I am pretty good. Dylan should be in soon; he is outside at the loop.”
I told Linda and Robert how we had met.
“Aren’t we missing somebody?” Dany asked, not seeing Wynonna.
“No, she’s at home. This is Linda and Robert. New friends.”
Hands were shaken. Dany was a friendly host.
“And what brings you in today? Need some special photos?” She asked.
“No, we do those enough as it is.” Linda said, understanding what Dany meant.
“Oh?”
“I am a professional bondage model.” Linda grinned.
“Yeah, that would explain that.”
“We just want some group photos. This is our last evening together; we’re heading back to Searchlight after this, and we figured we might as well get some professional ones.”
“That would require a professional photographer.” Dylan’s voice said.
He greeted the group and got the updated on the plans.
“Sure, we can do that.”
It did not take long to arrange the studio for the group photos and to position us for the photos. Flashlights flashed, camera’s clicked, models laughed, photographers directed.
“I have an idea.” Dany said.
She walked away and came back a few moments later with a pair of handcuffs. She applied one side to Linda’s right wrist and the other side to Elsa’s left wrist. The women were in the middle between the men.
“Just to show your connection.” Dany grinned.
More photos were taken, including a few with the handcuffs on either Elsa or Linda, even a few with their hands cuffed behind their backs.
“Here are the codes for getting your photos. It will be two days or so before they are available online.” Dylan told us. “The URL is on the card.”
“Fancy.” Elsa said.
“Or you can just wait for them to get developed, which will take 2 days, as we’re kind of busy.”
“You mean I have to stay like this?” Linda said, as she still had her hands cuffed behind her back.
“Oh no, we can wrap you up a lot more if needed.” Dany grinned.
“Thank you.” Elsa said, while Linda was being released.
“My pleasure. If you excuse me, I must go back up to the loop for some more photos.” Dylan said. “They make the money for all of this.”
We said our goodbye’s and left the studio. Walking through the LINQ, we headed back to the hotel. Wynonna’s car was parked at the Nobu hotel, so we needed to pick up the car, head over to our own hotel where we still had some stuff and head back to Searchlight. It felt weird saying goodbye. We had become good friends during the last few days, but we all knew that it was time to split up again.
“I wish this could go on longer.” Linda said.
“Just win a few million and it can.” Elsa added, while pulling the handle of a slot machine at the LINQ after feeding it a dollar.
Bells started ringing and lights started flashing.
“You have won the jackpot.” I said, dumbfounded.
This woman was lucky in the casinos.
“How much?”
“$4880.” Linda said, looking at the display.
“Well, that is one way to leave Vegas with a profit.” I grinned.
The casino helped cashing out the winnings and we walked back to the Nobu. We were not really walking fast, trying to avoid the unavoidable, but eventually we made it to the hotel. While the valet got Wynonna’s Ford, Elsa and I got our stuff from Linda’s and Jacks room, including our bondage gear. By the time we got back down again, the Ford was waiting for us. It looked kind of out of place with all the other expensive cars around.
“I will miss you.” Elsa said, hugging Linda and Robert.
I nodded. I was not good at goodbyes.
“We will miss you too. But stay in touch and if you are ever in the area, drop in.” Robert added.
Finally, we got in the car. I started the engine and Elsa turned the window down on the passenger side.
“Miss you.” She called out, hanging half out of the window
“Goodbye.” Linda called back.
I hit the gas pedal and we drove away from the hotel.
“Okay, lets get our gear and head home. Tomorrow, we must get ready for the road again.” I said, sighing.
“Does that mean I get tied up again?” Elsa laughed, leaning over to me.
“I am sure you will.” I grinned.