Tarp-covered scaffolding erected around the building site formed a natural boundary between the construction noise and the Vegas street outside. Advertisements for the Eden Paradise casino covered every exposed surface, leaving little doubt about the promised building to be unveiled in the future.
The rhythmic seismic emanations of a nearby drill ran through the thin soles of Mercedes’ high heels and through the silicon of her cock-devouring sized buttocks and breasts implants. Beside her, Angelica then noticed Eevi’s face contorting into a queasy expression. Stepping closer, she hooked their arms together to quietly lend her BFF support before she damaged or strained an ankle with a false step.
Ebony had been on the same wave-length, the African American woman rubbing her shoulder against the pale-skinned Finn’s for her to lean against. Eevi stubbornly refused to tan; even under a sweltering desert sun the best the girl could manage was an irritated red.
Angelica coiled a slender and manicured digit around her naturally blonde locks. Her green eyes smoldered with envy at its shine and silkiness, only briefly flicking away to see her exchanging the three inch heels with sandals. Heavily obscured by the absolutely amazing result of Eevi’s week-old surgery. Knowing she had permission to invade her personal space further, Angelica gently worked her hands loose and ran them across the side of Eevi’s before slipping her fingers underneath the Nightwish crop top’s bust. Navigating the exposed swell of her ribs in search of the cosmetic surgeon’s incisions and tape.
Comparing side-by-side with Ebony, Mercedes could barely tell the difference in the two set of firm and massive globes. “Loose the lingerie when you measure for the new uniform. The gamblers at your table will love the extra tightness.” Angelica lightly brushed her fingertips across Eevi’s breasts, searching for lumps and swelling. Still aware they were in public and how they could remain sore for weeks. Her voice lowered an octave, becoming husky and flirtatious. “Remember to tell your shift manager that they should confirm the measurements later. Once the implants fully settle. So they can make sure.”
Before becoming friends, all the Nevadan natives knew about Scandinavians were dubious stereotypes about being as socially frigid as their winters were harsh and the great-great-great grandmother Angelica was named after came from there. While she and her childhood bestie introducing Eevi to American staples like beauty pageants and celebrity reality show culture confirmed some of the Finnish woman’s more shallow impressions of the United States. Eevi was so there to be corrupted by them though.
“Don’t forget about these puppies.” Ebony traced the line between the fabric of Eevi’s low-rise jeans covering her un-enhanced ass and curved waist. The realistic tattoo of an anaconda bound in roses twisted and coiled with Ebony’s slow movements. Angelica joined her, coming up with a wordless conspiracy as their fingers tangled together before moving to either side, cupping her cheeks, then pushing Eevi into a shared embrace.
“Perke– I hate you guys. Its not like that between the two of us. We’re coworkers, for one.” Eevi touched the tip of her nose to Ebony and Angelica in turn. “Adding in buttstuff would reduce my electricty and food budget to blankets and gruel... Maybe if my guardian Angel pesters her boss about Rache’s replacement,” her voluminous eyelashes, thick with mascara, fluttered innocently, “pretty please.”
“Promise.” Angelica’s phone read half past eight. The Luxor hotel was a stone’s throw away so she had plenty of time. Actually, turning toward the black glass pyramid and sphinx, Mercedes could see a familiar old man sitting hunched over in a park area. “My date’s waiting. Should pick him up before he shuffles away.”
“Oh, him? Think I’ve seen him around. Came here alone, right?” Ebony’s voice swelled with sympathy. “Should call my mom and dad. Was a while since we just talked.”
Then a pillar of scarlet energy blasted through the enclosed building site. The sky shattered like glass. The cracks continued to spread as shards deteriorated and coalesced into blood red droplets. Out, toward the horizon, Angelica could still see the normal blue sky – but as the downpour began, the young woman had to avert her eyes. On her rain splattered lips, the tinge of iron and oxide tasted delicious.
As Angelica drew her tongue over open mouth, around her drenched men, women, animals were contorting their body as their muscles spasmed. They were transforming into demonic creatures, tearing their way free from their former husks of skin. The sphinx guarding the entrance to the Luxor hotel had changed. Its lower half was bestial and feral, transitioning into a humanoid torso where the head should be. The tauric woman’s mane was alight with flames. While the pyramid itself remained unchanged externally, the two adjoining buildings burst with wicked gothic designs carved into two obsidian mountains spewing lava.