Viv was on a mission, and her shiny red high-heeled boots made that obvious. She'd been working her tail off at the grind for too long. Finally she was getting to cut loose. When her best friend, Ari, had suggested a week in Vegas, Viv was more than a little skeptical. Ari assured her that Vegas was the place where Viv could not only blow off some steam, but maybe blow a few other things as well. Ari always had a knack for knowing what Viv really needed, and Viv herself had to admit that she could go for a few meaningless encounters.
Viv met Ari in college, ironically, in Las Vegas. Ari was a tall, skinny (but healthy) black-haired beauty from California who was on vacation with her older brother Ken at the time, and Viv was there with a group of friends from her dorm. Viv, who stood a comparatively short five-eight was built slightly more curvy, but well within the range of knockout for her age. Viv was playing slots at a smaller casino near the strip when she saw Ari out of the corner of her eye. She didn't notice that as her head was magnetically turned to Ari, the machine in front of her was spitting out winnings. Ari, catching her gaze hurried over to help.
It was a chance meeting of great friends, but Viv would learn soon enough that Ari was a lot wilder than she might have bargained for. Ari came from a mixed Japanese and American background, whereas Viv was an all-American blonde bombshell. Ari took Viv out on the strip that night they met and to this day the memories blur between Chippendale's and the morning after in the hotel room.
A morning after, that, despite a few moments here and there, would largely remain in Vegas.
As Viv pumped her long legs down the sidewalk past turned heads, Ari stood waving from the front of the casino, awaiting Viv's arrival. The two proceeded in to try their luck, but at the same time, they knew that the cascade of free drinks and a week to remember had only just begun.
It was like stepping back ten years, that first taste of a free long island iced tea. Like a time machine to a long-lost memory that wouldn't dare come to mind outside of Vegas. Ari made the first move to the slots, but Viv had different plans. While Ari began dropping coins and downing drinks, Viv was gulping both booze and imagery as she approached a younger man by the bar. He couldn't have been too much over twenty-one, and was slightly shorter than Viv. When she asked him to buy her a drink, his stumbling response was one that reinvigorated Viv. Her confidence swelled as his pants visibly grew tighter. The poor guy couldn't hide his erection, and was clearly embarrassed. Viv felt a wave of power wash over her as she politely curtsied for the very expensive champagne and simply walked away. The man's eyes, however, were firmly glued to her near-perfect ass. She smiled to herself and thanked the good lord for good-fitting hosiery and eye-catching yellow mini-dresses.
Ari, by this time, had lost about a hundred dollars against one slot machine and was ready to stumble somewhere. Viv caught up with her as she felt her way along the wall to the bathroom. Ari never did hold her alcohol, especially in Vegas. After a brief swish of mouthwash and an unpleasant encounter with a toilet, Ari was able to recompose and prepare for a longer haul. Viv grabbed two water bottles from the bar—compliments of her man with the tight pants—and walked Ari into the fresh air.
The strip was alive as the sun began to set, and Ari and Viv had just started to work themselves into the Vegas nightlife. Ari asked Viv casually what kind of fun she wanted tonight, but before Viv could answer, Ari already knew.
The two made their way to a semi-exclusive club further down the strip, and were let in immediately to what was a pumping dance party. The club, despite its renown, was on a slower night. There were enough people however, to give Viv what Ari called "a decent selection." Viv rubbed her hands together as she ordered herself a martini and scoped the crowd. There were some there her age, but she was really hoping to catch a younger fish for her first meal. After a sip of the biting martini, she saw across the floor a dancing delight who caught her eye. He was tall and muscular, but not overly so. Viv set her drink down and immediately made her move—which was a little more direct than the man seemed to be expecting. He stopped dancing momentarily and checked out Viv's obvious assets. She held a finger to his lips, and began dancing. He started to dance with her, and the night started to blend together.
Ari, noticing the change of pace in her friend, smiled and made her way to a more private booth. After placing an order for three drinks, her fun for the night seemed to appear from nowhere. Clinking their glasses, the dance floor seemed to ignite with fury.
Viv was pressed hard against the man she had picked. As she stared into his eyes, she felt the world start to spin. The alcohol was compressing her sense of time and place, and suddenly she was looking into the man's eyes in the hallway of the hotel, his hands groping all over her still-clothed body. She fought to open the door to her room, and as it finally opened it was as if the bed had gotten closer to the door. The man's hands quickly removed his own shirt, and then unzipped her dress; all the while it seemed as though they were locked in an endless kiss, their tongues wrestling in a shared mouth.