Another flight. Another long business trip. Another hotel.
Granted, this was Las Vegas but he was still tired. Weeks, maybe months of being on the road had worn him out. D as so many called him was wrapping up another round of closing clients and attending soul-sucking conferences. He laughed a bit at the word "sucking." He couldn't remember the last time anything but worked sucked on him. Work had made any type of social life and even love life hard to keep up. He laughed at the words "hard" and "up."
Vegas was full of five-star restaurants, clubs and everything the imagination could want but he was happy settling in this bar. It wasn't a dive but it was off the beaten path a bit. It was a watering hole for people on their way to the airport or from. D had one more night in town before he flew out in the morning. He had tried this bar before and decided to spend his last evening with the one bartender, the five other people drinking and his second shot of tequila. It was chilled and he hoped it took some of that dry Vegas heat out of the back of his throat.
"Is this seat taken?"
D looked up and saw her confidently sliding into the seat next to him. She had on a red dress that looked like she was poured into it. She had chestnut brown skin and under the lights of this bar, she had an orange glow to her. Her oval face was decorated with the fullest lips and the largest eyes D had ever seen. Wavy dark tresses hung down to her shoulders and exposed a neck that begged to be explored. It was clear she was into fitness given the blend of muscle and curves. D swore nature and the gym were only ways that her body could hold such thick legs, juicy ass and large, rounded breasts together so perfectly.
"I'm Ariana...." She held her hand out not to be shaken but to be held like royalty.
"Hey lady," D said, "I appreciate you saying hi but I'm not looking for---you know---"
Her already large eyes got bigger. Her mouth opened up as if she was gasping.
"You think I'm a prostitute?" she snapped.
"Oh shit, I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say---"
"Well I'm not---"
"I am so so sorry..."
"Well," Ariana said, with a shift from offended to coy. "You're going to have to buy me a drink to apologize. And not that shit you're drinking."
They sat and talked for a bit. D found Ariana to be not only alluring and obviously sensual but intelligent, driven and genuinely refreshing to meet. D had met plenty of females at work, on the road and at conferences but none ever blended all these qualities together as Ariana did.
Just as he was preparing for another addition to the tab that he had lost track of, Ariana changed the vibe. She slid in close to him with both grace and determination.
"So, I've got an idea," Her hand slid into the inside of his thigh. He almost choked on his drink when she grabbed his cock through his slacks. This close, her eyes had a hungry look in them. "Why don't you come back with me to my hotel room?"
