AWF - Skye and Montana, New Financial Recruits
How life can change in but a mere 6 hours. Is Las Vegas the place to be when your world is turned on its head?
Background
Skye and Montana are lifelong friends living in Houston. They started school together, did college and graduated from university together and got their first boyfriends at a frat party on the same day. Each never needed to compete for boyfriends because they had the same basic genes, very tall at six feet, slender hour-glass figures, chiselled sharp high cheekbone faces, flashing green eyes, glossy brunette fine bob cut hair and thirty-four C perky boobs. So often they were thought to be twins or at least sisters, but they were not and glad they weren't. As a result, they were able to work their way through university as models, supported by hefty loans to fund their fees. Men always chased them and in the past years they were happy to be caught, regularly and often together. Both were gym junkies, tennis aficionado and sports tragics.
Skye now lived with her merchant banker boyfriend Terone and together they spent every dollar they earned before it hit their bank accounts. She was high maintenance, wanted to keep that reputation and was well known in the party scene for that reality.
Montana married her husband Zak, a construction engineer, after a whirlwind courtship. Within two weeks of the ceremony, he was shipped off to the middle east in the army to establish vital infrastructure for the US forces in the region. She is a down to earth manager type of person, who loves the high life while realising someone must pay the bill sooner or later.
Montana had been struggling to motivate herself to get her life under control after such a whirlwind courtship, with her hunk husband now in the middle east and locked in for at least a six-month tour of duty located in a region where communication was limited for days on end.
Skye was having problems with her boyfriend who was normally hyper energetic and a driven person, but he was refusing to explain what was troubling him.
After another argument with Terone, Skye phoned Montana and they agreed to go off and have a holiday on their own, getting away from their men and their problems.
The solution to their need for personal space could only be one place, Las Vegas. Each just grabbed a roll-on bag large enough for the in-cabin holds, filled it with bikinis and necessaries and within 6 hours they were in Las Vegas sipping their favourite mojos using Skye's overworked credit card.
The Problem Starts
It was 11.00am on the third day of their vacation, when the first sign of trouble raised its ugly head. The girls had been staying at one of the major hotels on the "strip", living the highlife, drinking champagne, dancing the nights away, gambling at the tables, flirting with the many men that showed interest, sunbaking the days away around the pool and enjoying the fabulous food. Now was brunch.
The two had taken themselves to a local restaurant, dressed in very short white frayed shorts, pink almost see through blouses open to the boob line and sandals. Nothing else was required or in place, barring their purses. The men they passed did not attempt to hide their looks of interest as the two strode past and through the door of the restaurant. Each smiled at the other as if to say "we have not lost it, so flaunt it."
"I am sorry madam, but your card has been denied against this charge. Do you have another card or maybe cash please?"
This was seriously embarrassing to Skye who had taken Montana away for an all-expenses paid holiday, no expense spared girls break.
Fortunately, Skye had enough cash to meet the cost of their brunch and tip, but that left her and Montana rather bereft in the cash department.
Once the waiter had left Skye started her calls.
First to her boyfriend to find it went through to voicemail and timed out because of too many messages clogging up the storage. This was followed by a call to their rental unit, where the call went to a deadline.
Next was to Terone's central desk where he and the brokers worked. Marcus answered and when Skye identified herself, the horror came across her face to the reality of what was happening. "I am sorry Skye but Terone has been terminated as of yesterday. He was involved in a Bitcoin scheme that went wrong badly leaving a lot of our investors losing millions of dollars and him being chased by our Bank to pay out his margin loans. He was ushered out of the office and told not to come back. The Feds are wanting to talk to him and the best information I have is that he has gone overseas on the first plane out to Cuba. There is no extradition treaty there with the USA. His company cards have all been cancelled and whatever cash he was entitled to here has been frozen." With that Marcus terminated the call with not the slightest form of sympathy.
The last was to her mother. "Hi mum. Have you heard anything from Terone? He has skipped to Cuba and left me in the lurch with no money or credit."
"I have been trying to call you. I went around to the unit this morning. Terone was gone with all his clothes, laptop and phones. There were several unopened letters there, all asking for money including your current month rent. Please don't ask us for any money. We have enough of our own issues with losses we copped from closing out our Bitcoin account that Jerome set up for us."
"OK mum. Got the message. You always warned me that Jerome was a slick bastard and you have been proven right again. We can talk about that Bitcoin account when I get home. Talk later, bye."
Skye sat down and took stock of her predicament. She got out a piece of paper and started jotting.
Virtually no Cash.
Owe the hotel over $5000 now and growing for the rooms, food and drinks to date.
Four more days here to pay for food etc, maybe an extra $5000.
Invited Montana down here for free trip on me.
No credit available.
No man to pay the bills.
On vacation so no help from employer.
Deep bills to pay at home.
How do we even get home.......
It was time to confess the situation to Montana. They sat together back in Skye's room drinking coffee from the inhouse bar. She handed Montana her notes.
"I am really terribly sorry, but I have a huge problem."
The Potential Solution
Montana looked over the edge of her glasses and provided her normal pithy response.
"I had a deep suspicion something like this was on the horizon. Let's be honest Skye, you loved hanging around Terone because he was flashy, spent money like it was confetti, showered you with expensive clothes and Moet and as you so pointedly told me, he had a massive cock that you enjoyed daily."
"I could spend a lot of time talking those through Montana, but the truth hurts. I don't need more hurt right now."
"OK, time to talk straight. You have a big financial problem right now that cannot be put off, kicked down the road or whatever other expression you may want to call it. You and not Terone are going to have to face facts. He is not going to be of any help and if he is not super careful, he may end up wearing concrete shoes off the pier at Havana."
"With the shit he has left me with, I really don't care what happens to him, as much as I thought I was falling in love with him. Truth is I was falling in love with the lifestyle and it is going to be hard to change that passion."
"If I get that right, you are high maintenance and want to stay that way. There is no way your part time work and modelling is going to fund that continuance, as well as pay off your loans and bills. Just leave me alone for thirty minutes and I will make some calls. I have an idea or two. You owe me big time, so don't pull the poor is me story. We are in this together, just like we always are and will be. Meanwhile no Moet, grog or takeaways."
"OK. Time to toughen up and get managed."
It took thirty minutes plus a lot of calls and some debating with her callers, but at least Skye was shielded from the tough moments with Montana out on the balcony.
"You know my cousin Alison. She is here in Las Vegas with a group of girls, hanging loose and having a lot of fun, booze and men. That may surprise you, as you almost certainly think of her as a bible-basher type. She will tell you some home truths when she gets here in maybe ten minutes, but when that group gets to Las Vegas around every six to eight weeks, they are the extreme opposite of who you think they are. They never leave here for home without at least $10,000 in their bags, several new outfits and some of the best lingerie and bikinis you will ever see."
"Gambling?"
"You must be kidding?"
"You mean prostitution?"
"No, they are very highly paid top class escorts for a week or so. They arrive back home with smiles on their faces, money in their pockets, satisfied pussies and can survive another few weeks putting up with all the crap they have to live with daily in Houston."
"Now Montana, you are married now. Do you mean we do this together?"
"Absolutely. No husband for six months to keep pussy happy. Since you have known me and I have been on the pill, have I ever gone that long without sex? Just go back to those frat parties we had, only a few years ago when we had multiple partners every night. Remember that weekend we had with Corry and Rees. My pussy still tingles every time I see those guys at the gym and they are looking really good for a rematch as the weeks go by and no hubby."
