I awoke feeling completely relaxed and content. The bed was totally comfortable and inviting. But I knew I could not stay in bed all day. 'All good things must come to an end,' I thought, 'time to start the day'.
As I opened my eyes and looked around, the surroundings were not what I expected. It was quite obvious that I was in a hotel, but where? And more importantly, what was I doing here? I stumbled from the bed and made my way to the window. I Pulled the heavy drapes back and peered out at the very unmistakable site, many stories below. The puzzle of 'where' I was now solved. Now the question on my mind is, 'What the hell am I doing in Vegas?'
If I could just remember what happened last night, maybe all this would make sense. The harder I tried to remember the previous night, the more disturbing this all became. As unthinkable as it was, my memory was a complete blank. Not only did I not know why I was in Vegas, but I couldn't remember my name, or any of my past.
A shower. Maybe a shower will clear the cobwebs of my mind.
The hot water felt good, but did nothing to trigger any memories. Problem solving time. You don't get a hotel room, on one of the upper floors of the Luxor, without someone knowing your name. I must have some sort of I.D. in a wallet. That will at least give me a name and address to start piecing this all together.
I finished my shower and stepped out of the shower. I put the thick hotel bath robe on then toweled my hair. Looking around the bathroom I was suddenly struck by the lack of personal items. No deodorant. No cologne. No hair brush or comb. Not even a tooth brush.
Exiting the bathroom I spotted my cloths on a near by chair. Slipping my hand into the pocket I pulled out the wallet. I was shocked to find it thick with a huge wad of cash. I quickly counted 25, $100 Dollar bills. What could I be doing with such a large sum of cash? The puzzle only got more puzzling as I could find no drivers license. For that matter I could not find any I.D. at all. No credit cards. No pictures. Not even a library card. The only clue the wallet held were the gold initials, MBC, on the wallet. I was no closer to knowing who I was or why I'm here than I was when I awoke. Digging through my other pants pockets, I found a total of 10, $500 casino chips from different casinos, and a key. In the drawer to the night stand was a pouch containing $25K
What the hell was I doing in Vegas with no I.D. and over $30K in cash? What is this key to? Just who the hell am I? These questions continued to gnaw at me.
The no identification thing was really starting to play on my mind. There are few reasons I could think of for a person to not carry some sort of identification. And none of them were good. It usually meant you were in hiding for some reason.
I quickly dressed, looked around for luggage and other personal affects. Nothing. This is getting old fast. I grabbed the room card key off the night stand and left the room.
Stepping from the elevator into the lobby I made my way to the front desk. Handing my card to the pretty girl behind the desk, her name tag told me her name was Carol. I waited for something in return. An invoice would be nice. The Carol just smiled at me and said, "Your all set, have a great day."
"Can I have a copy of the invoice please?"
"I'm sorry sir. But it's against hotel policy to give a copy to someone other than the person who registered. I'm sure you can understand."
Smiling I replied, "Well how can you be so sure I'm not the one who registered?"
Giggling, Carol said, "I'm sorry but you just don't look like a 'Candi' to me."
"I don't suppose you could give me Candi's last name."
"Sorry."
I thanked her for her time then walked out of the hotel.
All I had to piece this mystery together was this mystery girl by the name of Candi, in Vegas. Even if I assume the name wasn't fake, there are probably more Candi's in this town than any other city.
I strolled down the strip, wondering aimlessly. Mainly because I had no clue where I should be or where I should go. After about an hour I decided to stop and have a much needed drink. Taking a stool at the bar in the Excalibur, I ordered a beer.
About 3/4th's of the way through my beer a stunning brunette took the stool next to me.
"You know your late. I thought you were going to stand me up." said this lovely vision.
After a quick glance around it became obvious that she was speaking to me. "I would never do something like that intentionally. I got tied up."
"Tied up huh. What interesting possibilities." she said giving me a sultry look. "Well it doesn't matter really. I have 5 hours of time, the later we start the later we finish. After all you wouldn't want to stiff me out of my time would you?"
"My dear lady, nothing could be further from my mind." And at that moment in time, that was the absolute truth. The prospects of spending some time with this woman was with out a doubt the best part of my day.
"Well then, come with me."
After settling my bar tab she wrapped her arm around mine and lead me to the elevators. She pushed the button for the seventh floor and waited for the doors to close before turning, reaching up and giving me the most passionate kiss I could recall (if I could remember another that is). The kiss lasted for the whole ride to the seventh floor. Things were certainly looking up.
Taking my hand she lead me to a door that she quickly opened with a key card. She walked into the room in front of me.
This woman was around 5' 4" tall and she couldn't weigh more than 100lbs. She was dressed in a black sleeveless gown that her full tits filled out nicely. Her body could have been that of a 28 year old. But a couple of very small tail-tell wrinkles, told me she was older, perhaps early 40's. Even so, this woman was gorgeous. Her shoulder length brunette hair perfectly framed her pretty face. She had dark brown eyes a man could loose himself in.
It suddenly struck me, I had no clue who she was or what I was doing here. She said we have some time together, but for what? With that kiss earlier, sex for money seemed likely. But how much does she charge? Wait a minute what if its me that is suppose to be paid? What if this has nothing to do with sex, after all we could be consulting on some real estate project. Well that would be disappointing!
"Make yourself comfortable. I'm going to go change into something comfortable. Pour yourself a drink, I'll be right back out." She said as she stepped into the bathroom.
As I was pouring myself a glass of drambui over ice, I stopped to look at myself in the mirror. I thought it odd that I really didn't take the time to look at myself before now.
I'm about 5foot 8, dark hair with a full beard and thick moustache. Brown eyes. Not exactly trim, but not obese either. If I had to guess my age I would say.... Hmm, face looks early 30's, but a few stray graying hairs in the beard, I'd say late 30's - early 40's.
My mind began to run again on what tonight my hold. While bedding this woman was high on my priority list, I couldn't help but wonder if it were something else. This woman could be expecting me to tutor her in Portuguese. Maybe we're a couple of con's that work as a team.
My thoughts were interrupted when the bathroom door opened and my companion returned. She was dressed in a light pink sweat suit. She strolled past me, went to the bar and poured herself a drink. After downing a fair amount, she turned to me and said, "Is this your first time with a gravity machine?"
"I beg your pardon?"
"You know." she said turning and pointing, "The gravity machine."
As I turned it was then I noticed the inversion table with the gravity boots. Quite a simple contraption really, all designed to hang someone upside down, by their ankles.
"I can't say as though I ever remember hanging from one before."
"Well then, allow me to demonstrate." And with that she walked past me and began to secure the gravity boots to her ankles.
When she was comfortable with the fit and feel, she stepped up onto the inversion table and set her ankles in place. Leaning back and raising her hands over her head the table gently rolled over until she was hanging by only her ankles. This lovely upside down woman then proceeded to twist and turn.
"There is nothing like it to work out the kinks and knots."
I couldn't help but to stare and curse to myself that she had her top tucked into her pants. Even so I admired her wonderful tits as gravity now pulled them in the other direction.
After a couple minutes she righted herself an stepped from the table.
"Your turn!"
While still on her knees after taking the boots from her ankles she started to put them on me. It wasn't long before I found myself hanging by my ankles.
"Twist around some and loosen your back. Let me grab something and I'll be right back."
I must admit it did feel good on the back. Is this what I'm here for? A demonstration of some sort. Am I suppose to buy this? Is she expecting me to sell these?
'CLICK....... CLICK'
My thoughts broken by the unmistakable sounds of hand cuffs being secured. While in my thoughts this woman used hand cuffs to lock the table upside down.
"What the hell are you doing?" I asked more than a bit concerned.
"I want to make sure you relax completely." she said half giggling. "And when you mentioned being tied up earlier, it gave me a thought. Now since you can't do anything about it, you might as well relax and enjoy."
Without another word she pulled her top up over her head. Her tits out in the open were magnificent. They must have been 36C's. Her nipples were large, brown and very erect, much like my cock was getting. She then pulled her sweat pants down and off. There she stood wearing nothing but a pair of stockings and a garter belt.
"You like? When I thought about doing this I figured you would prefer it if I left these few things on."
"It's fine.... It's fantastic." I stammered.
Stepping to me she began undoing my belt and pants. I just started to reach up to her well trimmed pussy, when my shirt, now free of my pants fell all around my head. I couldn't see a damn thing. I quickly struggled to pull the damn thing off of me. Before I could get it off though I heard her say something that would etch itself into my brain.
"I've waited 20 years for this."
I was about to contemplate the 20 year comment when I was again brought back to the present.
In one exquisite motion she took my hard cock deep into her hot wet mouth. As she started to suck on me I could not help but moan out loud.
I quickly shed the old shirt and looked up into her glistening pussy. What a wonderful sight to behold. She continued to suck my cock. Her tongue caressing the shaft then licking the mushroom head. One hand groping my balls while the other grabbed my ass.
Since my pants kept falling in her way she paused only long enough to strap my belt to the frame to hold my pants out of the way.
