Author's Note: This and the next chapter will wrap up Vegas. Then we'll be close to finishing off the first book of Kat and John's saga. Thank you for reading, voting, and commenting. Please enjoy!
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I woke up Sunday morning with a raging headache. The light was gentle outside. I stirred, felt for my phone and picked it up. It was 7:15 a.m. That meant four hours of sleep? Maybe? We had a full day in Vegas to go, and I was not about to waste it. I got up and surveyed the villa. Kat slept peacefully on top of the covers, attractively nude, legs slightly apart. Somehow, my cock stirred again seeing her.
The living room had a handful of empty wine bottles scattered about. The coffee table and bar top were littered with lines of cocaine, which I recalled Kat had set up in a manic moment of optimism that we would stay up all night. I succumbed to the reality of the day and snorted two lines, which cleared the cobwebs of my hangover and comedown. It was a good decision.
I walked outside into a breathtaking day. The temperature was the same inside as outside. The fresh air felt good. But I was startled to hear splashes coming from the pool. I was even more surprised to see Kelly swimming laps. I sat down, put my legs in the warm water, and watched her, admiring her form and the fact that she swam nude. She noticed me and pulled herself to the pool ledge.
"Well, you're up early," she said.
"Nothing a couple lines can't fix," I said, my voice slightly hoarse.
"Not going to let the day go to waste?" she said. I shook my head.
"Where'd Mr. All Pro go?" I asked.
"Oh, he doesn't spend the night," Kelly said. "He took off right before I crashed your orgy." She laughed.
"That was quite the night," I said.
"Don't let your ego get too big," she said.
"Did Nicole leave?" I asked.
"You mean your little casino host?" she said, knowing the answer. "They were gone when I woke up a little while ago."
"Interesting dynamic between those two," I said.
"I'd be careful of her," she said. "She's a gold digger with a capital gold digger. Trust me. I know the type."
"Kat is jealous of her," I said.
Kelly nodded. "She's very protective of you," she said. "And she can see Nicole has ulterior motives."
"She's got nothing to worry about," I said.
"I know," she said. "You might be a committed bachelor and a horrible cad, but you are devoted to her."
We laughed. I finally noticed Kelly's erect nipples and the droplets of water running down her breasts and torso.
"I was interested to learn that you don't just run your agency," I said.
Kelly smiled and put a hand on my leg. "You didn't think I'd deprive myself of some fun, did you?" she said breezily. "I don't do many appointments, but there are some that simply are too delicious to pass up, and he is always one of them."
"I have to tell you," I said, "Kat and I watched briefly. Some guys have all the luck."
She giggled. "I'll let you in on a little secret," she said. "He knows how to use it, too."
"I was surprised he wasn't wearing a condom," I said.
"You did look pretty closely!" Kelly said. "If they give me test results within 72 hours of the appointment, I'll let them go bareback. And all the test results go into our database."
"That's a surprise," I said. "And pretty fucking hot."
"If a girl does a bareback session, she has to wait three days and get tested before she can have another appointment," she explained. "We've got such a comparatively insulated group of providers and clients, so the risk is miniscule with rigorous testing. Both sides prefer it. And the rates are fifty-percent higher on bareback."
"I find it all so fascinating," I said. "So how much did that rate translate to last night?"
"It was $6,000 for four hours," she said.
"Jesus," I breathed.
"I'm glad we could have this chat," Kelly said. She patted my leg again and got up. "I've got an early flight to catch."
"I'll get Kat up so you can say goodbye," I said.
"No, no," Kelly said, "don't disturb her."
I watched her flawless body walk away before getting up. I was going to wake up Kat regardless. In our bedroom, I found her adorably sleeping with her hands above her head and legs apart. I took a picture before climbing into bed and positioning myself between her legs. Her pussy was so inviting. My breath was hot against it as I indulged in a first, slow lick of her outer lips. She was musky and slightly salty from our marathon fuck session the night before. My tongue worked gently but persistently, slowly feeling her arousal coming around again. Her juices flowed once more, and I eagerly lapped them up with increasing urgency. Then I felt her stir and her hands run through my hair.
