A Sure Bet
I have a very good friend of mine (TheVisitor) who just broke up with his girlfriend of 3+ years. The relationship had run its course and its end was probably a little overdue. I'm sure it's documented in a medical journal somewhere that there is no better way to start the healing process than a trip to Vegas with the guys. In an effort to help ease TheVisitor's pain, I gladly agreed to accompany him to Sin City.
Four of us descended upon the city, meeting up on Thursday night at a little outdoor club by Harrah's. I wish I could remember the name, as it is a good place to warm up. Usually a large sized crowd and the bartenders are very entertaining. That night was no exception, but there didn't seem to be many attractive women in the crowd. So, after a couple rounds, we decided to taxi over to The Beach.
I'm not sure why, but TheVisitor is completely obsessed with this bar. I swear, we have to go there at least one night whenever the two of us are in Vegas together. I have yet to fall in love with the place and often come away disappointed. It always feels like some touristy bar in a Mexican beach town and the clientele is pretty mediocre. The Beach certainly lived up to my expectations that night. The place was pretty empty and I didn't notice anybody that caught my eye the entire time we were there. I think I held out about two hours before requesting that we move venues. By then, it was late enough that we could hit up Drai's (best afterhours club in Vegas, by the way).
Drai's had a pretty good scene going and TheVisitor managed to find a little punk-esque (think a much, much shorter version of Gwen Stefani from her 'I'm just a girl' days) girl to hang out with. I, on the other hand, don't remember finding anyone that piqued my interest, so I spent most of the night hanging out with Jack and Jose. In the end, nobody converted that night and we all ended up walking home well after the sun had risen.
Friday, we all met up for dinner around 8:00 or so. Because we were eating at such a popular time, everywhere we went had a fairly substantial wait. We finally decided on one of the restaurants in the Forum Shops at Caesars. While we were waiting for our table, a group of about eight girls (at least half of whom were quite attractive) walked into the restaurant. As they were strutted in, I caught one of them looking in my direction and I answered with a knowing smile.
The group came back out of the restaurant a minute later and stood off to the side to wait for their table. I noticed the same girl looking over at me again, so I shot her another smile and beckoned her to come over. She barely hesitated before breaking free from the other girls and coming straight over to me. Just as we started talking and introducing ourselves, the hostess came over to seat our group.
Impeccable timing as always, Murphy.
About 15 minutes after we'd been seated, I noticed that the group of girls had been seated as well. I let them get settled for a few minutes and then excused myself to go talk to them. After a couple exchanges of small talk, I asked what they were up to that night. They hadn't decided where they were going, but requested that we stop by on the way out and let them know what our plans were. Seems they were in town for a bachelorette party (big surprise) and wanted to go dancing later.
During the course of dinner, we decided that we were going to go to Rain at the Palms. On the way out, I made sure to stop by the table of girls and let them know what we were up to, should they like to join us.
We stood in the taxi line outside the casino for about 15 minutes when I noticed the girls coming out of Caesars. They were heading towards the taxi line, but stopped on the corner across the way. The girl who I had the initial contact with noticed our group and immediately made her way over.
"We've decided to go to Studio 54 so we don't have to wait in our heels in the taxi line," she informed us. Now, I don't claim to know a lot about women's shoes, but wouldn't walking over a mile be much more uncomfortable then standing around for 15 minutes?
"That's too bad," I countered, "well, I hope you girls have fun tonight, it was nice meeting you." Now, if we were anywhere else besides Vegas, I would seriously consider altering our plans for a group of nice-looking girls, especially since one was already making her interest level pretty well known; however, there are so many beautiful women in that city that are ready to party it's not worth it to go out of my way to chase a little tail.
I watched her go back to her group of friends and, presumably, tell them that they were on their own for the night. We waited in line for another five minutes and basically made zero progress. The night was getting older and we were rapidly running out of time to get into Rain. Faced with these odds, I decided to make an executive decision; we were getting out of line and walking to the next closest club. I made my case to the group and was met with no resistance. As we got out of line, I noticed that the group of girls was still on the corner trying to decide what to do. Putting things back on our terms, I walked over and let them know that we'd decided to go to Light at the Bellagio and they'd be more than welcome to join us. They discussed for all of five seconds and we quickly became a group of 12.
I sought out the most striking girl in the group and chatted with her the entire time we were walking over to the casino. She looked like Minnie Driver, with shorter, slightly curly hair. She wore a crimson, corset-style top that beautifully showcased her breasts; black heels and leather pants completed the look. In short, I was quite taken by her. It also turns out she lives about 10 miles away from me (the rest of the group was scattered about the country). Talk about dumb luck!
We get to the club and rather than make people wait in a line, they had the place set up as a big cattle call area where some guy at the front with a clipboard picked out who was allowed to go into the club that night. Being that we were with a bachelorette party, I knew our odds of getting in were pretty good, so I suggested that the three most attractive girls make their way to the front and talk their way, as well as ours, in. Sure enough, they executed this plan flawlessly and within ten minutes, we were inside.
As a token of our appreciation for getting us in the club, we bought everyone in their group a round of drinks. The girls wanted to hit the dance floor, so we threw back our drinks and tried to find a sufficient amount of space to dance. On the way over and for the first few minutes in the club, the girl with the leather pants seemed as though she was interested in me. However, at some point, it seemed as though that interest waned and she faded into the crowd. No matter, though, because as soon as she was out, one of the other girls stepped up to take her place. TheReplacementThriller wasn't quite as cute as her friend, but she was still good-looking and had an excellent body. She took to me quite quickly and things started to heat up rather quickly.
We continued to dance for a while and soon we were kissing. She pulled away from me for a second, turned halfway around and backed up into me. She then grabbed my hands and started running them up and down her hips and then brought them up to her breasts. If I thought things were going well then, I was really in for a surprise later.
TheReplacementThriller and I continued alternating between drinking, dancing and making out. We were back on the dance floor, in the same position that we were when she ran my hands all over her body, except this time I had my arms around her stomach. She then grabbed one of my hands and thrust it down her pants, making sure to pull her underwear out of the way as well. As I ran my fingers through her pubic hair and continued on, discovering that she was nothing short of soaking wet. She leaned her head back on my shoulder and moaned audibly in my left ear. My thoughts instantly turned to getting out of there as soon as possible and making sure TheReplacementThriller was in tow.
I asked if she wanted to get going, but she replied that she wasn't willing to leave without one of her friends. I surveyed the situation. TheVisitor had been doing quite well with one of the other girls, so I pulled him into the bathroom with me to explain the situation. We decided that we would go back to my hotel (where the girls happened to be staying as well, incidentally), and if things looked really promising for him, he would just rent another room for the night.
We came back to the girls and proposed that we leave the club. A few of their friends had already left, feigning fatigue, and since the two of them be together, it wasn't too hard to convince them to head back to the hotel.
Once we were back in our hotel, the girls suggested that we stop by the bar to get some water and hang out for a bit. I sat down on one side of the table with TheReplacementThriller and TheVisitor sat on the other side with his "date." TheReplacementThriller and I were holding hands, kissing, etc. and after the first round, I suggested that we retire to my room.
"There's something I have to tell you," she said.
Fuckin' eh; why can't this ever go smoothly? "What's that?" I countered, trying not to look visibly disappointed.
"Uh, I'm actually married."
What…the…fuck? "Really?" I said, "because you could have fooled me."
No really, what the fuck?
"Yeah, I'm sorry."
I leaned in so that my mouth was right next to her ear and, making sure to brush her ear with my lips, I said, "that's too bad, I thought we were going to have fun tonight."
She shivered slightly. "Ooh, that's not fair."
I continued, moving past her ear and working my way down her neck, kissing her softly. "It's your call, I'm not here to do anything you don't want to do."
I sat back and let her ponder her options for a minute while I took a long sip of water. I'd barely set my glass down when she stood up, reached over, grabbed my arm and pulled me up.
She turned to her friend; "we're going to go up to his room to hang out for a bit, I'll be home soon."
And with that, we headed off to the elevator to head upstairs. She ravaged me in the elevator and I'm sure provided quite a show for whoever happened to be monitoring our car. We practically ran to the room and as soon as the door closed behind us, we were all over each other.
Clothes started flying off and then TheReplacementThriller paused for a second.
"You have to promise me one thing; you can't tell anyone what happened here until we're all out of Vegas."
"Do you take me for a fool?" I asked. "This will be our little secret."
"Good, I'm glad you understand. Now, as far as anyone knows, all we did was hang out for a while and maybe make out a little bit."
"Say no more." I said, reassuringly. I took her in my arms and began to kiss her deeply. We continued undressing each other, nay, hurriedly ripping each other's clothes off, until we were both in our underwear.
"Do you have any condoms?" she inquired.
"I think so, let me go check." Now, of course, I had come more than prepared for the trip, but I didn't want it to seem like this happened every time I was in Vegas. I got up and walked over to the bathroom. As I was looking for the condoms, all of a sudden I started to hear a bunch of moaning coming from the other room. I found and quickly grabbed a couple condoms and headed back to investigate. When I returned, I found TheReplacementThriller on her back, legs spread, fingering herself and having quite the time doing it.
Wow, is this girl for real?!
I walked over to the side of the bed and as soon as she saw me, she tore my boxers off and pulled me down on top of her. "Are you able to last a while? Because I want to get on top of you and have a bunch of orgasms!"
"I'll do my best," I replied, "if nothing else, I'll be good for a couple, myself."
With that, she grabbed the condoms of the nightstand, tore one open and set about getting me bagged up. I've never been with someone this anxious to get off! Everything was in place, so she proceeded to climb aboard. To say that this girl went to town would be an understatement! She starting riding me with total abandonment, tearing at my chest with her nails, throwing her head back, all the while screaming and moaning as she came again and again. The fact that she was so into it really got me going as well and it wasn't long before I came as well.
We paused for a couple minutes to catch our breath and grab a glass of water. Then, we picked up right where we'd left off, except this time, I was in control. I swear, any other hotel guests within a three room radius must have thought there was bloody murder in my room.
Like most guys, I can't think of a better position than doggy style. Problem is, it usually takes a bit of finesse to get a girl into that position. I was trying to decide what the best plan of attack would have been to get TheReplacementThriller to bend over for me when the problem magically took care of itself. I'd paused for just a second, and she took this as a cue to change things up. Before I realized what was happening, she'd turned herself over and was backing that ass up! I grabbed her hips and had at it. Talk about a perfect way to end the night!
When we were done, she looked over at the clock and decided that she'd better get back to her friends before they started worrying. I tried to get her to stick around for a bit longer, but she wouldn't hear of it. Minutes later, I'm saying goodbye to her at the elevator, never to see/speak to/fuck each other again.
