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The
cocktail
waitress
was
a
very
beautiful
girl
,
but
Johnny
could
see
she
was
all
cold
hustle
;
no
real
personality
,
though
she
worked
at
it
.
She
was
giving
Nino
a
big
smile
but
her
tongue
was
hanging
out
for
one
of
those
black
and
gold
chips
.
What
the
hell
,
Johnny
thought
,
why
should
n't
she
get
some
of
it
?
He
just
regretted
that
Nino
was
n't
getting
something
better
for
his
money
.
Nino
let
the
waitress
play
his
hands
for
a
few
rounds
and
then
gave
her
one
of
the
chips
and
a
pat
on
the
behind
to
send
her
away
from
the
table
.
Johnny
motioned
to
her
to
bring
him
a
drink
.
She
did
so
but
she
did
it
as
if
she
were
playing
the
most
dramatic
moment
in
the
most
dramatic
movie
ever
made
.
She
turned
all
her
charm
on
the
great
Johnny
Fontane
.
She
made
her
eyes
sparkle
with
invitation
,
her
walk
was
the
sexiest
walk
ever
walked
,
her
mouth
was
,
very
slightly
parted
as
if
she
were
ready
to
bite
the
nearest
object
of
her
obvious
passion
.
She
resembled
nothing
so
much
as
a
female
animal
in
heat
,
but
it
was
a
deliberate
act
.
Johnny
Fontane
thought
,
oh
,
Christ
,
one
of
them
.
It
was
the
most
popular
approach
of
women
who
wanted
to
take
him
to
bed
.
It
only
worked
when
he
was
very
drunk
and
he
was
n't
drunk
now
.
He
gave
the
girl
one
of
his
famous
grins
and
said
,
"
Thank
you
,
honey
.
"
The
girl
looked
at
him
and
parted
her
lips
in
a
thank-you
smile
,
her
eyes
went
all
smoky
,
her
body
tensed
with
the
torso
leaning
slightly
back
from
the
long
tapering
legs
in
their
mesh
stockings
.
An
enormous
tension
seemed
to
be
building
up
in
her
body
,
her
breasts
seemed
to
grow
fuller
and
swell
burstingly
against
her
thin
scantily
cut
blouse
.
Then
her
whole
body
gave
a
slight
quiver
that
almost
let
off
a
sexual
twang
.
The
whole
impression
was
one
of
a
woman
having
an
orgasm
simply
because
Johnny
Fontane
had
smiled
at
her
and
said
,
"
Thank
you
,
honey
.
"
It
was
very
well
done
.
It
was
done
better
than
Johnny
had
ever
seen
it
done
before
.
But
by
now
he
knew
it
was
fake
.
And
the
odds
were
always
good
that
the
broads
who
did
it
were
a
lousy
lay
.
He
watched
her
go
back
to
her
chair
and
nursed
his
drink
slowly
.
He
did
n't
want
to
see
that
little
trick
again
.
He
was
n't
in
the
mood
for
it
tonight
.
It
was
an
hour
before
Nino
Valenti
began
to
go
.
He
started
leaning
first
,
wavered
back
,
and
then
plunged
off
the
chair
straight
to
the
floor
.
But
the
pit
boss
and
the
relief
dealer
had
been
alerted
by
the
first
weave
and
caught
him
before
he
hit
the
ground
.
They
lifted
him
and
carried
him
through
the
parted
drapes
that
led
to
the
bedroom
of
the
suite
.
Johnny
kept
watching
as
the
cocktail
waitress
helped
the
other
two
men
undress
Nino
and
shove
him
under
the
bed
covers
.
The
pit
boss
was
counting
Nino
's
chips
and
making
a
note
on
his
pad
of
chits
,
then
guarding
the
table
with
its
dealer
's
chips
.
Johnny
said
to
him
,
"
How
long
has
that
been
going
on
?
"
The
pit
boss
shrugged
.
"
He
went
early
tonight
.
The
first
time
we
got
the
house
doc
and
he
fixed
Mr.
Valenti
up
with
something
and
gave
him
some
sort
of
lecture
.
Then
Nino
told
us
that
we
should
n't
call
the
doc
when
that
happened
,
just
put
him
to
bed
and
he
'd
be
OK
in
the
morning
.
So
that
's
what
we
do
.
He
's
pretty
lucky
,
he
was
a
winner
again
tonight
,
almost
three
grand
.
"
Johnny
Fontane
said
,
"
Well
,
let
's
get
the
house
doc
up
here
tonight
.
OK
?
Page
the
casino
floor
if
you
have
to
.
"
It
was
almost
fifteen
minutes
before
Jules
Segal
came
into
the
suite
.
Johnny
noted
with
irritation
that
this
guy
never
looked
like
a
doctor
.
Tonight
he
was
wearing
a
blue
loose-knit
polo
shirt
with
white
trim
,
some
sort
of
white
suede
shoes
and
no
socks
.
He
looked
funny
as
hell
carrying
the
traditional
black
doctor
's
bag
.
