Siren's Song, NaNo 2008, Chapter Twelve

A few more weeks had passed and life had never more blissful for Senga. She finally had someone sturdy, someone steady to hold on to. And Tucker didn’t seem to mind. She liked the pattern that was emerging: wake up, have breakfast, learn and help Tucker practice poker, lunch, work, dinner, work, then capping it all off with sexy fun times back in their suite. Hades hadn’t even bothered them. Hades didn’t even seem to be around at all, which was fine by them.
Life was good.
For a while.

Siren's Song, NaNo 2008, Chapter Eleven

Senga rolled over, groaning. Her bed was entirely too hot and something kept kicking the back of her legs. For a brief moment, a cold pit formed in her stomach. This wasn’t her bed. And that was…a man? Tucker. She let herself breathe, and settled back against him. His arms just curled around her tighter.
This was different. And she liked it. Opening her eyes to wipe the sleep out, she thought she saw Hades glaring at her. And flames coming from his hands. She blinked, startled, and the image was gone. Tucker stretched behind her, his hands creeping up her stomach to her breasts. They paused momentarily, and he let out a loud yawn.
“Mmm, what have I found here?” he whispered into her ear. She giggled and rolled over to face him and kiss him.
“Just a strange, naked girl in your bed.” She said when she pulled away from kissing him.

Siren's Song, NaNo 2008, Chapter Ten

Tucker picked her up at the apartment an hour later. Senga was giggling like a school girl when he buzzed up to the apartment.
“I got the Jaguar, I mean your chariot awaits, my lady.” Senga grinned to herself, and adjusted the neckline of her barely appropriate dress to make her boobs look bigger.
Down the elevator she went, hopping from foot to foot in her heels. And there Tucker was, looking as handsome as ever. With more roses. Senga grinned so wide, her face would have broken. Tucker offered his arm to her, which she took gladly. He smiled down at her, and led her out to the car, the flashing neon lights of the Strip reflected in the windows and glossy paint job of the sports car. Senga reached a finger out to touch the car. Tucker laughed and playfully slapped her hand away.
“It’s a rental, Shhhh.”
“We’d better stay out of the backseat then.”

Siren's Song, NaNo 2008, Chapter Nine

The night was a success. All 20 people who came and listened were upset that the regular girl wasn’t there, but Senga soon won them over. Why wouldn’t she? She had a sad beauty, and the crowd seemed to love it. One person in the crowd commented she had a voice like an angel. Senga just smiled and went on with the lounge tunes. Maybe if more people came, she’d sing her own stuff.

At the end of the week, the manager gave her the pay for a week’s worth of singing. And what did she do with it? She went to the casino. She hadn’t had the chance to try out any of the slots.

She happened to glance over at the private poker rooms, out of curiosity, and saw the man being frog-marched by two rather rough looking men from the room. Not good. She tossed down the last of her drink and followed them, pausing at the slot machines every so often, just in case she was being watched. The guards led the man out to a loading bay, a rather dark and barren area to go in the middle of the night. Senga couldn’t head back there, so she went around the building. Which took forever. There was no time to sight see, not yet. When she finally reached the back of the building, the guards had gone, and the man was on the ground, groaning. His two black eyes were beginning to swell, as was his bottom lip.

“Hey…” She said softly, when she crouched beside him. “Need a hand?”