Sharing Hannah

And tonight, if everything went well, I was going to add fifty-percent more.

Can you really do it?

It was a good question. A great question. I turned to my right, where the Luxor’s massive Sphinx stood silent and sentinel.

“Whaddya think, big guy?” I asked out loud. “Yes or no?”

The huge stone sculpture gazed back at me impassively, guarding its secrets. Maybe it knew. Maybe it didn’t. Either way, it stayed completely neutral.

“You’re no help at all,” I sighed forlornly. I stood there another few moments in mute contemplation, absorbing the sights and sounds of the city strip.

Then, spinning on one heel, I finally raised my arm to hail a cab.

Five

LAUREN

The Lily was already bustling by the time I got there. It was a beautifully-decorated lounge. All plush seats and pillows and tuffets, with enough group seating to accommodate several private parties and loose social gatherings.

I got there early, and took the first empty seat at the bar. I was dressed to impress. Dark, thigh-high stockings hidden beneath a sexy black midi skirt, slit with a triangle of lace up one side. I had strapped-heel pumps. A white top that plunged just enough to show off my assets, walking the razor edge between sexy and slutty.

It was a head-turning outfit, even by Vegas standards. But hey, I knew exactly what I was there for.

And so did the guys who were coming to meet me.

It occurred to me as I sat there sipping on a glass of Merlot that I didn’t even know what they looked like. They’d described themselves as handsome and physically fit, but that’s really all I knew about them.

And college-age. Don’t forget that part.

I’d sent them pictures of myself, but hadn’t even asked for any in return. I didn’t know if they were tall or short. Dark or light haired. They could be any race, any creed… hell, they could be any pair of youngish guys who walked through the door!

I felt suddenly vulnerable. Like I was putting myself out there, on display for the whole world, just for the sake of—

It’s just a drink, Lauren, I scolded myself. One little drink.

I forced myself to calm down. I was nervous enough, knowing what I was doing. What they were proposing to do to me, if the three of us somehow ‘hit it off.’

The chatter in the bar grew louder as I ran the whole trip through my mind. I’d come down here with the intention of letting my hair down. Of cutting loose… and yes, of getting laid, too. Bella and I had practically made a pact:

“We’re going to be dancing and flirting and living it up,” she’d told me before we left. “Lauren, it’s been way too long. If you can’t find a cute guy or two down there to clean your pipes, you may as well join a convent.”

A cute guy, sure. I could handle a cute guy. After a year, I was looking very forward to a cute guy.

It was the ‘or two’ part that seemed oddly prophetic, all of a sudden.

Nervously I sipped my wine. What if they didn’t show? Or even worse, what if they showed and they just didn’t like me?

Impossible.

I’d spent the last hour primping myself, while wandering my beautiful suite. Thinking about all the wonderful things these two young strangers could do to me, if I were to let them. There were three separate bedrooms — now all mine. A huge living area with soft leather couches. A fully-stocked kitchen with a big granite island. And in the middle of it all, a large, sunken—

“Lauren?”

I turned… and there they were. Two beautiful, college-age friends. Just like in the flyer, only now in the flesh.

“Yes…” I managed. “Hi.”

The blond was tall and well-built. He had the most amazing close-cropped hair, with fantastic cheekbones and a gorgeous mouth. His smile was bright and wide, his eyes as blue as an Icelandic Viking warrior.