What Happens in Vegas

And yes, it was pretty damned fucking impressive.

“This whole thing is all yours?”

“Uh huh,” I said, dropping my wristlet to a nearby table. “It’s a long story, though. And kind of a boring one, too.”

“Three beds?” asked Brody, walking around. “No roommates?”

“Nope. Just us.”

They wandered through the living area, past the colorful, fully-stocked bar. Past the sunken living area, where Deanna had spilled an entire bottle of champagne that first night. The big glass doors leading out to the balcony were closed now. They still gave an amazing one-hundred eighty degree view over the shimmering, glimmering strip.

“You’re rich,” smiled Corey, kicking off his shoes.

“Oh, I am not rich,” I laughed.

“Someone sure is,” he countered.

I thought about Heather, who’d booked the suite for us. It wasn’t something any of us could ever afford, but she’d insisted on going big, and her stockbroker husband had insisted on paying for it.

“We’re going to have fun here,” said Brody, moving toward me.

Funny, that’s what Noelle said.

“You’re going to have fun here…”

He slid his arms around me, pulling me against him. I was still trembling a little. My legs still felt weak, from our time in the elevator.

“We’re going to take care of you tonight,” he murmured, his hands busy somewhere behind me. “Just like our flyer says.”

Deftly he undid my skirt, and I felt it drop to the floor. At the same time, I felt Corey slide in behind me. Two hands lifted my silken top… pulling it up, over my head. Unconsciously, I raised my arms to help them.

“If there’s anything you want,” Brody whispered hotly. “All you have to do is ask for it.”

My stomach churned as I watched them undress right in front of me. Brody undid the buttons of his shirt, one by one. Corey lifted his up and off, throwing it off to the side.

“And if there’s anything you don’t want,” he smiled seductively, “you can tell us that too.”

I heard the jangle of a belt buckle. The sound of jeans, falling to the floor. Brody’s hands slid to mine, closing my fingers over his belt. I pulled it through the belt-loops. Dropped it heavily at my own feet, before going for his zipper…

Oh my God…

Another arm slid around me, and this time a warm hand settled over the exposed flesh of my ass. I was standing there in my black thong panties. Matching lace bra. I still wore my thigh-highs, as well as my heels. I loved those pumps. I looked sexy as fuck in them.

Very gently, Brody took both sides of my head in his hands. He pulled me forward, face to face, his lips brushing mine.

“We’re here to please you Lauren,” he breathed. “We can do anything you want tonight. Everything…”

He kissed me, rolling his lips against mine. Sliding his tongue past my teeth to explore my willing mouth, where I met him eagerly with my own.

His hand cupped me gently, through my panties, and I gushed. There was no stopping anything now. No holding back.

“But first,” Brody said, lightly breaking our kiss, “we have one final rule.”

My stomach did a somersault. A rule? What rule? All of a sudden I could barely breathe.

“You have to tell us you want this.”

His eyes were light blue, the color of winter ice. But they smoldered with an inner fire as they bored into mine.