Author's Note: Thank you for reading, everyone. We are still in Vegas, so just expect the level of debauchery will keep rising!
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"What do you think?" Kat asked as she emerged from the bathroom of our Wynn Parlor Suite. She stood before me in a black, skin tight lace gown that hugged every curve perfectly. I had ordered it and had it delivered from the Chanel store at Crystals.
I whistled. "Jesus, Kat," I said honestly. "You're exquisite. What's the occasion?" I laughed.
I held out my arm to escort her after she picked up the matching black clutch from the room's bar. She smiled at me, "Okay, I've got the bullet and some bars in case we need them."
"My little girl scout, always prepared," I said. "Your chariot awaits."
A gold MGM Grand limousine waited for us at the Wynn's valet station. Restaurant Joel Robuchon provided limo transportation for each reservation, but the highlight was being escorted to the restaurant via The Mansion, the exclusive hotel-within-a-hotel inside the MGM. We rode contentedly, sitting close to one another. I felt the smooth fabric of her dress.
"This is like the culinary dream of mine," she confided. "I've wanted to eat Robuchon's food forever."
"I've only been here twice," I said. "I came with high expectations. And it blew them away both times."
"Well, thank you," she said. "You are just a big softie. Making my dreams come true and all."
We laughed. The limo pulled up to the private entrance off of MGM Road, just east of Las Vegas Boulevard. The gate opened, and we stopped under a portecochier. We were greeted by a stunning woman in a shimmering kimono, who greeted us as Mr. and Mrs. Cameron and escorted us through the Mansion. It was the epitome of Vegas' sumptuousness. The small gaming rooms were sparsely populated and quiet, largely occupied by extremely serious, high-stakes Asian players.
"I never knew this existed," Kat whispered as we followed the hypnotic sway of our guide's ass.
"I don't know," I said jokingly, "I think your ass is better." I had said it a little too loudly, so when she turned around slightly, my face reddened.
"You look stunning, miss," she said to Kat.
"I'm sorry," I said. "My wife's so beautiful it just makes me lose any sense of decorum."
"No apologies necessary, Mr. Cameron," she said.
She led us to the hostess desk in front of the restaurant, and our next stop was a table for two in the center of the grand dining room, beneath a massive crystal chandelier. Kat's black gown complemented the purple velvet of the room beautifully. And for the ensuing four hours, we embarked on a journey down what you can only describe as a magical Vegas river. The wine flowed, from the Krug Champagne to start, past two beautiful bottles of Burgundy, and the incomparable Chateau D'Yquem to finish. The food was delicious, simple, and soulful.
"I get it now," Kat told me early in the meal, as we ate king crab served in a tin topped with a mountain of caviar. "This is a different level of precision. It's as close to perfect as I can imagine."
I smiled at her. The wine buzz had taken over the coke high, which had all but faded to memory, and I felt sentimental. Jess had never appreciated fine dining like this. I shook my head.
"You okay?" Kat asked. "Where did you go just now?"
"Oh, nowhere," I said, probably unconvincingly, "I'm just lost in this meal." At that moment, the showpiece bread cart saved me.
We deferred the limo ride back to the Wynn for half an hour so we could walk off some of the meal's richness. We held hands as we walked into the casino. It was ironic to have perhaps the most upscale restaurant in the country a few steps from a bank of slot machines.
"John, that was truly a dream come true for me," Kat said. "I really..." She trailed off. It was her turn to go somewhere. I ignored it, understanding the feeling.
"Do you want to hit a craps table?" I asked.
She gripped my hand tighter and bit her lip. "Is it wrong that I kind of want to find a restroom? I have a feeling this night isn't ending when we get back to the room."
I smiled at her. "You first," I said and pointed to a ladies' room straight ahead. I marveled at Kat's ass as she walked away from me and admired her insatiable desire to party. I was tempted to call my host and get a table at XS again, but I knew we'd have to save some juice for tomorrow. So I called and requested a table at the Eastside Lounge.
Kat returned with her eyes lit up. "I've been snorting so much," she said. "You're gonna have to butt bump me again soon." We laughed.
I took the bullet from her and hit four bumps in the men's room. The pace of our steps quickened as we made a quick tour of the casino.
"See anything you like?" I asked.
"Besides you?" she said. "You mean guys?"
"Or girls," I offered.
"I've never done much with girls," she said. "Kelly and I used to make out a little to put on a show for guys. But that's about it."
"So guys then," I said. Kat scanned the packed floor.
"I have always had a weakness for a guy like that," Kat said quietly and motioned to a younger guy sitting at a blackjack table. His polo shirt was probably a size too small, revealing large muscles. He was tan. Even from fifty feet away, he had an obviously easy manner. He frequently pushed back his thick hair.
"What about him?" I asked sincerely.
"He's a pretty boy," she said. "It's vanity, I know. But a guy like that? He could be the biggest dirt bag, the biggest jerk. He could have a small dick. I don't care. I'll fuck him, and I'll enjoy it, and I'll cum. The model type gets me off every time."
"Interesting," I said. "I don't blame you. I'd do the same. I have done the same. But I note you weren't talking in the future tense there! You said, 'I'll fuck him,' like you're going to!" I was being playful.
She played right back. "Oh, if I had the chance? I couldn't say no," she said.
I saw a chance to play a game.
"Go tell him," I said.
"Tell him what?" she asked.
"That you'd fuck him," I said. "It's Vegas. Just go up, tap his shoulder, and say, excuse me, but I just want you to know I would fuck you, even if you've got a small dick."
She laughed. "You can't be serious!"
