With a suddenness that put the security officers on high alert, a small group appeared in the grand entryway of the resort hotel. The soaring arches and columns seemed to dwarf everyone but them. Under the lighting of the chandeliers, the three women and one man seemed to almost glow. Maybe it was their beauty and radiant health but they stood out from the crowd of tourists in the lobby.

Frowning, the oldest woman asked, “Where are we?” Sofia’s head turned constantly, trying to look everywhere at once.

“It’s called the Venetian,” her husband answered, rubbing his large hands together in glee. “It has all the comforts of home. You’ll love it.”

“Are you sure that this is the right place?”

“It couldn’t be more perfect.” Gus was supremely confident. Opening his arms wide, he exclaimed, “Have I ever steered you wrong?”

All three of the women rolled their eyes before turning back to gawk at the casinos, restaurants and shops that surrounded them. The accommodations were staggering in their opulence with gilded ornaments, luxurious upholstery, and rococo architecture.

The youngest member of the group smoothed her hands down body, tightening her dress along her curves. In a breathy voice she asked, “And you’re sure we’ll find him here?”

A passing bellhop was distracted by Mindy’s almost otherworldly beauty and tripped over a pile of luggage. When she smiled, a further six people crashed into one another and ended up on the marble floor.

Gus chuckled at the typical reaction to taking his granddaughter out in public. “Trust me, sweetheart. You’ll find what you need in the bar.”

“How will we know who to choose?” Brenda put her hands on her hips and glared at her father.

“You’ll know.”

Brenda sputtered, “But…but…”

“You’ll be fine.” Gus kissed Sofia on the lips, Brenda on the cheek and Mindy on the forehead. “Let me know how it all turns out. I’ll be at the high limit tables.” Striding away, he was soon lost amongst the crowd.

Looking at one another, the three women shrugged and walked through the opaque glass doors into the V Lounge. Shown to a table far from the bar, they sat down on the pale leather seats. After placing their drink orders, they began to intently study the other patrons.

****

“Here you go, pal.”

Harris turned from reading the crawl of basketball scores off the single television in the upscale lounge. He glanced at the glass of scotch the bartender slid toward him. “I didn’t order that.”

“No, the ladies over there did.”

Swiveling on his stool, Harris scanned the room. It was late and only a few seats were occupied. Squinting a little he made out a table of women in the corner. He smiled automatically and raised his glass.

Taking a sip, he started to rotate back toward the silent television. He was a happily married man and did not need that sort of trouble.

When the smoky liquid hit his tongue, though, he paused. Sipping again, he would almost swear he tasted the sea amidst the peat.

“What is this?” he asked the bartender. “This isn’t what I was drinking.”

The bartender grinned at him. “No, pal, they requested that one specifically.”

“I’ve never tasted anything like it.”

“That’s the Isle of Islay on your tongue. Laphroaig is a thirty-year-old single malt. There are many who say it’s the finest of its kind.”

“It’s amazing.” Cupping both hands around the glass, Harris let it warm a moment before taking another mouthful. Rolling it around his tongue, he swallowed with a sigh of pleasure. “I guess I’ll have to go over there and thank them.”

“For a fifty dollar glass of booze, I think that’s the least you can do.” Waggling his eyebrows, the bartender laughed. “Don’t look like you’re walking the plank! Remember, what happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas.”

Ignoring the insinuation, Harris ordered a round of what the women were drinking. He was feeling a bit hot under the collar as he strode across the deep carpet toward the trio.

“Good evening. The drink you sent over was lovely.”

“It was our pleasure,” answered Sofia. The light from the hooded lamp on the table softened the laugh lines on her face. “Won’t you join us?”

“Um, I don’t think so.” He stepped aside so the waitress could deliver the drinks. “I just wanted to say thank you.”

“Please.”

Harris turned his head at Mindy's plea. The dark haired beauty, wearing her sexuality like a second skin, captured his complete attention. On automatic pilot, he pulled out the empty chair and sank down with a smile on his face.

When Brenda coughed disapprovingly, Mindy turned and stuck out her tongue at her mother.

Blinking, Harris flushed in embarrassment. “I apologize for staring.”

“I don’t mind.”

“She seeks out such attention. Everyone seems to fall at her feet.” Brenda shook her head. “Don’t think a thing about it.”

The older woman cleared her throat. “I thank you for joining us. My name is Sofia. This is my daughter, Brenda, and my granddaughter, Mindy.”

“I’m pleased to meet you all. My name is Harris.”

“Are you in town for business or pleasure?” Brenda asked. She was close to Harris’ age with streaks of gray in her auburn hair. Her voice was a throaty growl that made the hair on the back of his neck stand up.

“A mix of both.” He tried to keep his eyes from drifting from their faces. “My company sponsors an annual retreat.”

“Are you here alone?”

“Yes, my wife is at home.”

“She was unable to join you.” Sofia made the question a statement.

“She’s a doctor and couldn’t leave her practice.” He smiled. “When we go on vacation, it will be where both of us can enjoy ourselves.”

“It must be difficult with two professionals in the house.”

“It works for us.” He glanced around the table. “Not that I’m complaining but do you three normally pick up strange men in bars?”

Sofia laughed. “Not at all. You are our first.”

“I’m flattered.”

“Well, you see, we have a small problem that we are hoping you can help us with.”

“Me? Why me?”

“You corrected that young man behind the bar when he made an error in your favor.”

Thinking back, Harris remembered being handed too much change. He had not thought twice about returning the overage. Shrugging, he said, “So, what?”

“We need someone who is fair to make a decision for us.”

“What sort of decision?”

“A friend of the family…” Sofia was interrupted by a snort from Brenda. Narrowing her eyes, she glared at her daughter. “Excuse me?”

“She’s no-one’s friend and is only allowed around because she’s related.”

“No relation of mine.”

“Daddy’s side, then. We didn’t invite her for a reason.”

Harris looked back and forth at the two arguing women. Interrupting before things got too heated, he asked, “Um, what does this have to do with me?”

Patting his hand, Sofia smiled. “So very sorry. It is just that this whole situation has upset us all.”

“No problem.”

“You see, she gave a very generous gift and we need someone to tell which of the three of us will get it.” Sofia waved at the intricately carved box that was sitting equidistant from the three women. “The box contains something we each want but are unable to agree who deserves it most.”

“What is it?”

“It is a statue of great value to us.” Sofia nodded at Brenda, who reached out and unlocked the box. “Look for yourself.”

Leaning forward, Harris peered into the deep blue, velvet-lined box and saw a golden orb. The warm yellow seemed to glow and his fingers itched to pick it up. When Brenda slammed the lid down, he guiltily jumped. Clearing his throat, Harris asked, “What do you want me to do?”

“We’ve decided you are the one who will solve our dilemma.”

“Exactly,” interjected Brenda. “You just give it to one of us and everyone will be happy.”

Scratching at the stubble on his neck, Harris studied the trio. They badly needed his help and that made him ask, “What’s in it for me?”

“Whoever you give the present to will give you a gift in return.”

He perked up. “Oh? What sort of gift?”

“It will be something different from each of us. Are you willing to participate?”

The three women were gazing at him hungrily. Flattered, Harris agreed. “Sure. Sounds like fun.” He looked around. “Who will go first?”

“We go by age,” Sofia answered definitively. Her sharp gaze toward the other two quelled their dissent. “I’ll begin.”

Leaning close, she lowered her voice and made him a promise. If he awarded her the statue, she would grant him all the knowledge in the world. His wisdom would be equal to hers.

As she spoke, Harris could feel his mind opening to absorb all sorts of information. His heart pounding at the thought of having all of the secrets of the world opened up to him. Teased with tantalizing clues about the Grand Unifying Theory and the JFK assignation, total enlightenment was within his grasp.

When she fell silent, a single bead of sweat trickled down the side of his face. He was about ready to agree to her proposal when Brenda crossed her long, shapely legs. The movement broke the spell Sofia had woven around him.

While everything she said sounded wonderful to Harris, he had earned this trip to Las Vegas at company expense because he was a very good capitalist. Clearing his suddenly dry throat, he said, “That is very tempting, Sofia. But to be fair, I should hear all of the offers before making my decision.”

Frostily, Sofia bowed her head. “As you wish.”

“Excellent.” Brenda sat forward and began to speak about the glory that could be his. She promised him success in all interactions and in every endeavor he choose. In business, he would be given the tools for consistently proposing a brilliant strategy or the perfect solution.

Always a driven man, his ambition was fired by the glory that could be his if he gave her the gift. From President of his company to President of the United States, his mind embraced the power she offered.

When Brenda stopped talking, Harris shook his head to clear it. He fought to calm his racing pulse and to focus on the remaining woman. Mindy’s large, luminous eyes immediately enraptured him.

Tilting her head so that her hair fell forward, she looked up coyly and blushed. Wiggling her shoulders, her skin tight dress shifted and gave Harris a tantalizing glimpse of her breasts.

“Mr. Harris,” she said. “Give me the prize in the box. In return, I will give you the gift of love. You will possess the most beautiful woman in the entire world, a woman equal to me in perfection. With her you will reach the greatest heights of lovemaking. Choose me and she will be yours.”

Her voice seemed to sing inside his head as visions of ecstasy danced in his mind. Harris did not even pause to reflect on his decision.

Overpowered by the intoxication of her words and her beauty, he pushed the box toward Mindy.

“Oh, goody,” Mindy exclaimed, clapping her hands together. “Isn’t that wonderful? Love wins again.”

Neither Brenda nor Sofia responded to her happiness. They just scowled at the businessman. In the space of a minute, they both thought of several horrible ways to get their revenge. As they plotted, they shared a crocodile smile.

“So nice for you,” murmured Sofia.

“Indeed, my dear,” Brenda echoed. “Congratulations.”

Guided only by the strength of his desire, Harris eagerly asked, “Where is she?”

“She’s over in the nightclub working as a hostess. Her name is Helen." Fluttering her eyes, she said, “There might be a couple of teeny, tiny snags in sneaking her away but I’m sure the two of you are going to get along just fine.” Mindy got up and held out her hand. “Shall we go?”

Taking her hot little hand in his, Harris stood. His farewell smile to Sofia and Brenda was not returned. Feeling a chill run down his spine, he suddenly had second thoughts about his decision.

Before he could say a word, Mindy squeezed his fingers. “Come on,” she encouraged.

Harris only had to look into her beautiful face and his resistance crumbled. Carnal thoughts about the woman who would soon be his filled his mind to the expense of all else.

They walked passed a thirty-foot statue and Harris glanced down into the fountain’s water. He stumbled to a stop, aghast. In the swirling water, he saw his entire family. His mother, his father, his wife and all the others, their faces contorted in a rictus of pain and suffering.

The water turned blood red and began to boil. The bursting bubbles released thin sounds of screams into the air. Harris turned shocked eyes to Mindy. Standing beside her were Sofia and Brenda.

“I don’t understand.”

Brenda’s head tipped back as she laughed at loud. “Oh, my, you should see your face.”

“What does it all mean?”

“Come, now. Surely, you knew that there would be consequences?”

“But…” He looked back and forth from her to the fountain. “But I was only trying to help.”

“Were you really?” Sofia trailed her fingers through the water and smiled as the ghostly images broke and reformed. “You weren’t thinking of anything but your own pleasure. You are seeing the results. Your decision will be the ruin of all you know and hold dear.”

“Why?”

“Because we can,” Brenda said, using a sharp fingernail to pop several of the scream bubbles. “You didn’t give the statue to the most deserving. You just gave into your lust.”

Pouting, Mindy stomped her foot. “Does this mean I have to give it back?”

“That depends entirely on Harris.” Sofia straightened to her full height and stared into his eyes. “Knowing what you do now, is your choice the same?”

“I…I…” Torn, Harris looked at Mindy who pointed to the mezzanine level.

Standing there was a woman of extraordinary beauty. Helen was gorgeous beyond description and just seeing her made him want to possess her. Hardly believing his eyes, Harris whispered, “She’s the one?”

“Only death will part you,” Mindy affirmed.

“Then I want to make her mine.”

“At the expense of all else?” Sofia persisted.

He turned his back on the fountain and the doomsday visions in its depths. “There is nothing in my life but her.”

“So be it,” Sofia sniffed. With a snap of her fingers, both she and Brenda disappeared.

Oblivious, Harris smoothed back his hair. “How do I look?”

“You’re going to set the world on fire,” burbled Mindy. “Ready to meet your fate?”

“As I’ll ever hope to be.” He bounced on the balls of his feet. “Let’s do it.”