This is basically an erotic love story and of course all characters are over 21. It will definitely start out as a love story and continue to build with fiery passion. Please vote often (fives are most welcome) and of course please leave constructive comments. I love hearing from you and love your ideas for the continuation of this story or ides for new stories.
*****
Chapter 1
In all the chaos of the morning, Joe never had a chance to get lunch, so around 2:30 he finally broke free and went to the employee café fondly nicknamed "The Slut Hut". His walk to the café took him through New Amsterdam, past all the drug and coffeehouses and past the red-light district that was all part of the huge entertainment complex in Las Vegas.
Joe loved to people watch as all the newcomers gawked at everything Las Vegas had to offer. Then there were all the pratfalls. Depending on their balance everyone had different degrees of adjusting to all the distractions. Some kept tripping and falling while they gawked at the sites, while others took a tumble while ogling at the performers. It was a constant source of amusement for those that worked here. Of course, they had all been through the same thing, but it was funny watching someone else.
Coffeehouses always seem to be full of tourists becoming stoned on their drug of choice. The red-light district was patterned after the real Amsterdam red-light district. There were gorgeously beautiful men and women naked or scantily clad on display behind glass windows. Each was trying their best to entice someone into their bed prominently displayed behind them. Some were teasing the clients with toys, while others used the bondage apparatus to present their succulent bodies.
One beautiful, young blonde was using a squeegee to remove the water from her window. Joe grinned to himself because he knew this was all part of the illusion. The image was that the gorgeous, young prostitute had just finished a round of hot, steamy sex. The hot, steamy sex would fog up the windows, and now she was cleaning up the results. At least that was the illusion.
The reality is, there was not enough humidity in the air to fog up the windows. The double pane windows had an image projected on the material between the panes of glass, and the prostitute's squeegee would dissolve or reset the image. The illusion however, remained. She had just had hot, steamy, nasty sex with someone and was ready to do the same with her next customer.
Normally, Joe ate much earlier than this. He was surprised at the number of people eating in the "The Slut Hut" at this time of day. The place was packed with mostly entertainment staff and performers. Many were still in their tiny or nonexistent costumes, and this created a titillating view of sensual flesh.
Joe tore his eyes away from the display and picked up a vegetable stir-fry over some basmati rice. He started looking for an open table, but his eyes kept being pulled back to what passes as normal in Las Vegas. The first table he passed contained four, tall, athletic, blonde women with prominent D or DD cup breasts and flawless skin. He could tell because they were all nude and seemed oblivious to the people around them. Likewise, this display did not seem to garner any special attention from the diners.
The next table was similar, except it was a table of ripped, brawny, muscular men. Two were naked and two wore thongs, but all had an Adonis like body. As Joe wandered looking for a table, he felt out of place. Being the only one clothed made him feel self-conscious. He thought it odd how everything seemed to be reversed here. Wearing clothes made you the outcast and being nude was the norm. Then he spotted an exception; a strikingly beautiful woman sitting alone dressed in her skimpy workout clothes reading a book on her e-reader.
She was one of the seemingly thousands of incredibly, gorgeous women that this place seemed to attract. However, something looked different about her. She didn't have that haughty, "I know I'm beautiful" look that most of the women around here had.
She seemed, for lack of a better term, normal. She was incredibly beautiful, but at the same time seemed like a normal girl next door. Maybe that's why he went over and asked if he could sit at the only available seat. She looked up from her e-reader and lightly nodded her head, permitting him to sit down.
When he looked into her eyes, he saw a sad and lonely spirit. He knew that look. He saw the same look every morning when he looked in the mirror. Despite all the beautiful nudity around him, Joe thought she was the most beautiful woman he'd ever seen. There was also something indefinable. He couldn't put his finger on it, but there was more here than just physical beauty.
"Hi, my name is Joe McKinney," he said as he sat in the chair opposite her.
"Jessa," she replied.
"Sorry Jessa, I don't mean to disturb you, but there aren't any other open seats next to incredibly beautiful women," he said hopefully.
Jessa threw her head back and gave a melodious laugh, "If that's your best pickup line Joe, you really need to work on that."
"Sorry, not really trying any kind of pickup line. I was just trying to defuse an uncomfortable moment. Well, at least it was awkward from my side. I'm not used to talking to someone so beautiful." He responded awkwardly and continued trying to cover his embarrassment. "Even after a couple of months here, I'm just not used to this place. I never felt like an ugly duckling before, but here, I just don't seem to fit in."
Joe looked down at his food his face turning a little red with embarrassment before saying, "Anyway, sorry to disturb you. I'll just eat quickly and be out of your hair."
