Candy and Superstud got dressed. It was about 7PM when they left in Superstud's pimp caddy. Superstud was dressed like a pimp with his bling, Blue K pinkie ring, cheap suit, gold chains, boots and pimp hat. Candy was decked out with diamonds, a white mini skirt and strapless top that was barely able to keep her tits covered, hair done up in a braid, and 6 inch white stiletto heels and gloves.
Superstud pulled into Treasure Island Casino and they got out to the stares of men and women. Despite the cheap and slutty appearance they were both awesome looking and turned heads wherever they strutted. Candy soaked up the attention and jealous looks like the attention whore she was.
They strode into the high stakes poker lounge and took a table. Superstud slapped down his roll and they got to it. Candy discovered her husband was an ace poker player. It didn't hurt that every man there had trouble concentrating with her around. Superman cleaned out the table in about an hours time and they moved off. Candy blew some money on the progressive slots at a hundred dollars a play, and then they moved on to the bar to do some shots. A couple of college jock types tried to horn in on her at the bar.
"Hey pretty momma, why don't you ditch the fashion victim there and party with some real men." The taller one said. "I don't think a knockout like you should be hanging with trash like this pimp."
"Yous about 1 second away from dying, frat fuck!" Superstud stood up quick. The other guy was behind him and put his hands on his shoulders to push him back down, which of course didn't work. He grunted and Superstud turned to look at him.
"Keep trying you pussy, while yous at it, I'm gonna kick your buds teeth in." Superstud said cracking his knuckles.
"Boys, boys, lets not fight over little old me. I have a wonderful idea, let's see how much of a man you boys are. Do you have a room here?" Candy asked as she looked into Superstud's eyes with her shades and thought "play along with Candy".
Superstud stopped and just looked at her blankly while the two guys broke into grins. "Yeah we got a room here in the hotel. Come on!"
"Only if my husband can watch. He likes seeing me play, don't you baby?" Candy cooed.
"Shit yeah, anything to make you happy." Superstud replied.
Candy let the boys lead her off while Superstud followed. They were soon up in the room.
Candy slinked up to Superstud and whispered in his ear. "We are going to Trash these bozos, knock one out and then we will do some testing on the awake one!"
Superstud grinned and without any reply stepped around and drilled the near guy in the jaw and knocked him out cold. Before the other guy could do anything, Superstud grabbed him, gagged him and held him.
"Time to test the shades baby, when I say go, you beam him. K?" Candy said as she started thinking about what to make this bozo.
"Ready when you are babydoll." SUperstud replied.
Candy concentrated and said "Go!". The beam hit the frat boy and he unfocused, refocused, and Candy got to see her idea come to life.
Where the clean cut frat boy had been standing was a sleazy looking hustler who was shorter, greasier and much weaker. He looked like a weasel on two legs and he looked at Candy and Superstud like he was scared out of his life.
"Hey boss, I don't want no trouble, I's told you I gots nothing new from the street. No news, no nothing!"
Candy grinned. She had created her first street snitch and pretty criminal. "No probs Jones, get lost and call us if you hear anything good, got it?"
"Sure thing Mrs. Superstud. I'm your guy." Jones the snitch slinked out of the room like a rat.
"Heh, good first attempt love. We's gonna need lots o snitches and street hustlers to run Vegas." Superstud said.
"Yeah, now to try something really fun. Get that other frat boy up and get ready." Candy said.
"Go!" The red beam engulfed the clean cut boy and the process repeated. And then Candy was looking at a obvious thug. Taller, muscles like an ape, slicked back hair, cheap suit. He looked like hired mob muscle.
"Okay boss, what cho need Mo ta do?" He said as he cracked his knuckles.
Superstud and Candy grinned at each other. "Nuthen now Mo. I needs yo to head over ta da Jewel Club and check in wit Venus. She whut she needs, oderwise stay at da club until we's needs some muscle." Superstud replied.
"Sho ting boss. Mrs. Superstud." The thug made like he tipped a hat at Candy and headed out.
"Oh husband of mine, this will work wonderfully." Candy said as she groped Superstud's crotch. "I's so turned on, Fuck Me Now!"
Superstud grabbed her, pulled up her micro-skirt and pounded her on the bed. Candy stopped her husband before he got too carried away and pulled her skirt down after a nice quickie. "Careful baby, this floor isn't reinforced so we can't get too wild. Yet."
Just then a knock on the door and a voice said "Housekeeping."
"Let her in baby, let's see what we can come up with." Candy whispered.
Superstud opened the door and said "I'm leaven, so go on in."
Just as the cleaning lady, a frumpy looking Mexican woman walked in, Superstud grabbed her and covered her mouth.
Candy thought a moment and said "Go!"
When the red beam died away, Superstud let out a low whistle. "Kinky baby, this one will be a fun one."
The 40 something frump of a Mexican-American woman was now a 20 something hot latina with dark hair, eyes, long legs, big tits, plumped lips, and dressed in a full black latex body suit with a studded dog's collar and a riding crop.
"Mistress Candy, Master Superstud, I live to serve. I am Esmerelda your humble servant and Dominatrix Torturer who lives to break the lesser beings to your will." she said as she bowed to them.
"Wonderful. You are to go to the Jewel Club and report to Ruby. She will know how to use your abilities to the fullest extent." Candy said smiling at the thought of a cop or politician being broken without the use of the shades or Trash.
"I live to serve" stated Esmerelda as she strode out like a queen.
Candy just giggled and sucked her index finger. "This is turning out to be wonderful fun. Babydoll, we will make our own army of thugs, pimps, strippers, hookers, dealers, and low life criminal trash and we will RULE Sin City!"
"Yeah Candy, yos like bein called a Queen, or Mistress?" Superstud said as he groped her ass with one hand and squeezed her tits in the other.
"I'm going to have to think on that one. Come on, the night is young!"