"Anything," Kat breathed. "I'll do anything for you, daddy."
This was perfection. I didn't need anything more than my two girls. I was newly energized. It's as if the past three days had been spa rejuvenations. I felt refreshed and full of desire. One day to enjoy Vegas and show off my two perfect beauties. I closed my eyes, and the mere thought of one more day of debauchery pushed me over the top.
"Fuck, I'm going to cum!" I groaned.
Kat dug her tongue deeper into my ass. The stimulation was intense. I pushed my ass deeper into her face when I would spasm backwards as the volleys of cum shot up Jess's asshole. Eventually, I relented, stepping back and leaving Jess's ass gaping open. Kat, remaining eager, simply crawled forward and started to rim Jess. I watched as Jess moaned under Kat's oral assault. Jess's asshole flexed. She was trying to squeeze the sperm out from inside her. It was hypnotic watching the brown hole wink between Kat's urgent licks. She didn't relent until a trickle of white sperm leaked from Jess's ass. She licked it up with pleasure and swallowed it down. Then she popped up with the pep of a cheerleader.
"So what are we going to do today?" Kat asked energetically. We were all feeling the same way.
"Jess suggested a Strip crawl so that I can show you off," I said.
"My favorite thing," Kat said and shot a warm look at Jess.
"I want everyone who sees us to be jealous of me today," I said. "Let's dress up. Something sexy for each of you -- whatever you want -- but nothing underneath. No bra, no panties."
"This sounds fun," Jess said.
"Let me clean up," I said. "You girls stay the dirty little sluts you are. Throw some clothes on. No whorish makeup. Whores are a dime a dozen in this town. I want you to look like movie stars."
It wasn't much of a challenge. I showered off. The girls did their hair and put on flattering, light makeup. Jess was a skilled makeup artist, of course, and Kat's television history had forced her to learn how to bring out her best look. Jess wore a surprisingly simple, flattering chenille dress in soft pink. Kat wore a slip dress with a floral pattern that wasn't too busy. They each wore comfortable but stylish heels. It was a master class in smart casual.
As glorious as the villa was, we had become slightly claustrophobic from spending so much time in the same place. We wanted to soak up Vegas and put some more sin into Sin City. I packed up a devilish number of party favors, a couple coke bullets, a few pills of molly, three THC cartridges, and some edibles. We started at the Bellagio. It was fairly close to checkout time, which made it a joy to follow my two sexy girlfriends out of the limo under the famous, bustling porte cochere.
I also had been intentional with our first stop. I was fully aware this was Nicole's workplace, and I didn't mind it coming off as a flex if she saw us. It was Friday, so there was a strong likelihood she was working. We stood outside for a few moments, taking hits off the THC pen. I had never had a strong smoking fetish, but I had to admit that both Kat and Jess looked erotic as they exhaled plumes off smoke.
We walked into the Bellagio arm-in-arm and did a lap through the lobby and conservatory. There was no better ego boost than walking through a humming Vegas casino with two beautiful women on your arms -- and Kat and Jess looked nothing like whores. At least not today. They were only whores at heart.
I had always gotten a thrill showing off beautiful women. Kat and Jess knew this, and they amped up their behavior to stroke that vanity in me today. They smiled and laughed and doted on me. I felt like a celebrity with all the looks we got.
"Let's gamble," I said. "I can't believe we've been here three days and not hit the tables."
"Can you teach me craps?" Jess asked.
"It's so much fun!" Kat said. "I'll teach you!"
Jess spotted a craps table with a $100 limit that was populated by a handful of middle-aged men.
"That one," she said. "I have a good feeling about it."
She knew exactly how to play to my weaknesses. Since Nicole was my host at the Bellagio, I hadn't taken out a line, so I simply put a banded bundle of $100 bills on the table and took out $10,000 in chips for us. I could see the guy with the dice was annoyed by how long it took for the dealers to get me set up. He had been on a good roll. But he seemed to mind less when he saw Kat and Jess. Everyone at the table leered. Kat leaned across the table to grab some of our chips, letting the front of her dress fall open. It was obvious to anyone with a view she wasn't wearing a bra. We stood at the far end of the table, nearest the casino walkway, and opposite the shooter. Jess's dress crept up dangerously high as she reached down for chips. I collected the rest, leaving $500 each on the pass line.
For the next hour, we enjoyed a classic Vegas time. The craps play was choppy, and we never got too far up or down, but the entertainment level was off the charts. Having two beautiful, flirty women at the table put everyone in a good mood. All the shooters asked the girls to blow on their dice. They took hits off the THC pen and seductively blew the smoke out. Kat started the parade to the restroom, where they took turns every fifteen minutes with the coke bullet.
"Boy, that Champagne you're drinking sure does go through you," a pudgy guy with a comb-over said to Jess when she returned.
"A lady sometimes just needs to powder her nose," Jess said with a smile.
"We have to do something to stay awake after this stud kept us up all night," Kat said mischievously.
The stick man laughed. A couple jaws dropped. This was the best thing about Vegas. The attention, the showing off, the fantasy you exuded to the people around you. We left the craps table a short time later, the girls giddy and having fun. It set the tone for the whole day. From the Bellagio, we made our way up the Strip and back, bar hopping and having fun. It was like climbing up a mountain of increasing intoxication before sliding back down again. We used the weed pen to help mellow the rush of the cocaine, the supply of which was steadily dwindling.
As we wound down in the late afternoon with a couple snacks and wine at the Wynn, the girls each popped a molly. Things took a more sensual turn shortly after. Kat couldn't keep her hands off Jess. She kept trying to kiss her and run her hands underneath Jess's dress. It got a little dicey when Jess kept trying to hit the coke bullet without going to the restroom. I took that as a sign we probably needed to retreat back to the villa.
We did, and that's when our Vegas trip ended with a whimper. The girls had hit a wall. Kat passed out first, curling up on the couch. Jess tried to seize on this opportunity to play with me alone, but as she put on a sexy masturbation show for me, repeatedly coating and licking her fingers of her juices, it was like her battery simply died. She fell asleep with her legs splayed and hand resting on her wet pussy.
I gave in. I was tired. It had been a perfect day. There was nothing I liked better than just being with my girlfriends. The frenetic pace of recent months, along with the intensity of that activity -- so full of punishments and emotions -- had taken a toll on me. I was more of a romantic at heart. Even the Nicole incident, which I felt was deserved, was tinged with sadness. The bull mentality wasn't a natural fit for me.
Being candid with myself, I was ready to settle down a little bit. Maybe I was too old to party like this. Maybe I was just in love. But I definitely was feeling frayed around the edges. The thing that gave me inner peace and sustained energy was the mere thought of just having a normal, quiet life with Kat and Jess. Maybe that was just four days in Vegas talking.
Craving comfort, I pinged Madeline to have a burger and fries delivered. I put a crappy Friday night college football game on TV. Had I really been reduced to staying in, watching a game in Vegas on a Friday night? It was barely past ten o'clock. The city was just waking up. I looked at Kat and Jess. They were dead to the world.
A little devil sat on my shoulder. I could go out and do whatever I wanted. When was the last time I had done that in Vegas? Back when I first met Nicole, as I planned to get a Bellagio villa for Kat and me. Even that had been with a specific intent. When had I last prowled Vegas to just take in the city and taken advantage of whatever ripe fun it had to offer? To my surprise, the idea made me feel exhausted. I brushed the devil off my shoulder.
It was time to broach the topic of settling down with the girls. What would that mean? Should they give up the escort agency? Was it time to talk about having kids? I knew I had time to figure that out. It was only September. Football season had at least three months left. The girls wouldn't stop partying when it was that lucrative. We could sustain it. Or so I thought. I had no idea the challenges that lay ahead and whether the three of us would make it past them together.
