What Happens in Vegas

Noelle had a been a good distraction. So had my phone calls to Victoria and Heather too. All three of them would be eager to see me when I got back. They’d want to hear stories — try to live vicariously through me. Know what I did with the rest of my week in the City of Sin.

Oh, if only I could tell them.

Nothing though, could keep my attention very long. Not breakfast, not lunch, not any of the other stuff I was occupying my day with. All I could do was watch the sun as it crawled through the sky. Feel the pleasant little knot in my stomach twist itself tighter, as the day wound itself out and it got closer to night.

Closer to them.

Corey’s description of our soon-to-be second date had put me in a tailspin. It had put me through a full emotional gamut of excitement, wonder, nervousness, anticipation…

I couldn’t wait to see them, my two gorgeous lovers. Couldn’t wait to melt into their bodies again, feeling their big arms go around me as they crushed me against them.

Only tonight would be a little different. Whereas the first night they were there to take care of me, tonight I was for their pleasure.

And that was just fine with me.

Though I’d slept late, I decided to get out of the sun for a while, before it sapped all of my energy. I gathered my things. Walked back inside. Took the elevator up to my suite, only to find a note on my door asking me to call the front desk.

My brow wrinkled as I grabbed the phone and pushed ‘0’.

“Hi this is—”

“Ms. Hansen?”

Adamo, I thought bitterly to myself. After almost a year, it really was time to change my name back.

“Yes?”

“There’s a package for you here, at the front desk,” the clerk said politely.

I blinked in confusion. “A package? What sort of—”

“Shall I have it brought up to you?”

“Unless it’s a bomb,” I laughed, realizing too late it probably wasn’t that good a joke. “Uh… sure.”

“Very well.”

Three minutes later I was tipping a smiling young girl with a jet-black ponytail. It swung left and right as she bounced back down the hallway, leaving me with a wide, elongated box.

Who the hell would leave me a package…

The girls, probably. Maybe they felt guilty about flying out. Probably pitched in on something together, like—

Halfway through tearing it open on the kitchen counter I stopped.

There was a dress inside. A shimmering, silvery-grey, velvety dress. I gasped as I picked it up. It looked elegant and beautiful?

?? but at the same time, sleek and sexy.

Beneath the dress was a whole different outfit. A pair of pure white, high-waisted thong panties. A matching lace bra with invisible straps, very delicate and beautiful.

“Whoa…”

As I lifted everything out of the box, a handwritten note fell out. It landed face-up, right there on the granite:

Can’t wait for tonight. 8pm.

Be ready.