The following story is based on actual events.
The flight from JFK to Vegas was more than five hours. First-class seating compensated for the long flight. Jenny ordered a martini, put on her headphones, and fell asleep to the sounds of smooth jazz. She woke up just in time to see the Vegas lights from 2000 feet above the city. Jenny was a seasoned traveler, but she was very excited about visiting Vegas for the first time.
With her luggage in tow, Jenny headed for the cab stand. As soon as the electronic doors opened, a wave of dry heat blasted her in the face. It was like standing in front of a pizza oven. It had been cool and rainy in New York for the past week; the heat felt great! The attendant blew his whistle and in seconds she was inside the cool air conditioning of a cab.
"I'm staying at the Bellagio," said Jenny.
"Your first time in Vegas?" asked the cabbie with a thick Pakistani accent.
Jenny knew not to be naïve. "No, I grew up in Pahrump. But this is a business trip. I'm exhausted; can you turn on the radio?"
"Okay, the Strip is pretty quiet tonight. We should be there in 10 or 15 minutes," he said in a disappointed tone. He'd only earn $20 on this ride.
*****
She followed the Bellman to the 36th floor. He opened the door to an exquisite suite and asked "Your first time in Vegas?"
The office manager had made the reservations and Jenny was pleased to see that the financial crisis had not arrived at her firm. "Yes, this is my first time in Vegas."
He put her bags down and showed her around the suite. The living area was beautifully appointed with rich dark furniture, contrasted with a modern purple and green motif. There was a bar, with a not-so-mini fridge, and a 50 inch flat panel TV concealed in an entertainment center armoire. There was a powder room off the marble foyer. The bedroom had a California King Bed, an overstuffed couch, a desk and two wingback chairs. There were His and Hers bathrooms, Hers appointed with a whirlpool tub, and a tastefully decorated well-lit makeup area; The His bathroom featured an oversized glass surround shower with steam jets, a 12 inch rain can showerhead, and a teak bench.
"Don't hesitate to call the concierge with any need," said the Bellman. "I trust that you will enjoy your stay with us."
Jenny handed him a $20 bill and sat on the couch and was in awe of the view. Her room overlooked the fountains along Las Vegas Blvd. The Eiffel Tower of Paris Las Vegas was to her right. She could see the Venetian Hotel and beyond to her left. She'd seen a thousand pictures of the night-lit Strip, but she found it even more impressive in person.
She closed her eyes and was asleep within minutes.
*****
An hour later, Jenny woke up and padded to the shower in the His bathroom. She was dying to remove the day's travel. She stripped and stood in front of the full wall mirror, and modestly admired herself. Her shoulder-length brown hair framed classic features. Few noticed the intensity of her deep blue eyes. They were often too focused on her large boobs and tight ass. She turned and looked at her profile. "They are slightly out of place," she said to herself. "But I wouldn't want it any other way." She tweaked her nipples, giggled, and closed the shower door.
Jenny dressed appropriately for Vegas: a tightfitting red dress, matching red thong panties, no bra and a pair of black heels. She selected her Rolex watch, gold herringbone necklace, and a diamond cocktail ring. She counted out $1000 and put it in her small clutch. She was ready for the night!
She took the elevator to the casino level and decided that the Piano Bar was an excellent place to plan her evening. She ordered a Cosmopolitan and contemplated her next move. She'd been thinking about this trip for quite a while and anticipated a wild time. The sights and sounds of the casino made her horny as hell and she was in the mood for some meaningless Vegas sex.
Jenny was always being picked up but tonight she decided to do the picking. She could easily find some party guy who'd fuck her silly, but she hadn't had a threesome in quite a while. And why not - this was Vegas after all! But should it be with two guys, two girls, or a couple. Her mind wandered to the last time she faced this dilemma: A few months ago she hooked up with a couple of guys at a bar in the Village. It was a good time, but it turned out they were into each other more than they were into her. Last year, she picked up two college girls. It was a lot of fun; pussies and tits, and a lot of cool toys.
She stared into her glass and felt her who-who heating up, the dampness seeping into her thong. Just then, a cute couple holding hands walked by. They looked slightly buzzed and were heading for the video poker machines. "Why not," said Jenny aloud.
They were in their mid-20s. The guy was wearing a pair of tightfitting jeans. His lean athletic body complemented his girlfriend's perfectly round ass. They were sitting at the $5 video poker machines. Jenny finished her drink and made her way there. There was an empty seat at their bank of machines. Jenny fed five $100 bills into the Game King, and pressed the "DEAL" button. On her third try, she got a full house and let out a loud "Woo-Hoo."
The girl turned to her left and said "What did you hit?"
"Jacks over eights for $240," said Jenny.
"$240? How much are you playing per hand? My full house only paid $45," said the hottie.
"$25 per hand. I've never been to Vegas before, how much are you supposed to play per spin?"
"I don't know. This is our first time in Las Vegas. But $25 per hand sounds like a lot. Aren't you worried you'll lose your money?"
