Casino – Catfight With The Sex Kitten My Wife Versus Eartha Kitt
It was two in the morning at Caesars Palace Casino in Las Vegas. I and Stella—my girl friend at the time—were feeling no pain, fresh out of the opening night, second show, at the Dunes, still rarin’ to go. Eartha Kitt was starring in Caesars lounge, so what the hell, for a two-drink minimum we decided it was a perfect way to cap the evening.
It was a midweek night and the lounge was only sparsely filled, so we plopped ourselves down at a ringside table, directly in front of Eartha and her backup quartet. Happy to see a couple of appreciative fans (we really whooped it up, applauding and cheering her every song) she played the show to us. I guess I did have a wee bit too much of the grape under my belt and I was in an alcohol-enhanced playful mood. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have dared to do what I did. Wickedly smiling up at Eartha, I lasciviously wiggled my tongue while at the same time rolled my eyes in simulated sexual ecstasy. It immediately caught her attention so, while the backup singers were doing a second chorus of a Cole Porter song, the following dialogue ensued between Stella and the Sex Kitten:
Eartha (to me): “Come backstage after the show.” Stella: “You leave my husband alone!” bet online
Eartha (to me): “Get rid of the broad and meet me backstage.” Stella (to Eartha): “No such thing! He’s coming home with me!”
Me, I was enjoying it all—a famous singer and my girl friend having a nasty cat fight over li’l ol’ me. Needless to add, the second the show ended Stella grabbed my arm, held tight, and yanked me out the door and into a cab and back to our hotel.
No, I didn’t go backstage, but I can say I ALMOST had a brief fling with a movie star during my daring fantasy life in Las Vegas.
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