Author's Note: One last day in Vegas before the football party. What kind of trouble could a bunch of hookers get into? Let's find out!
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Saturday morning came early. I had slept outside on the patio of our villa. The remnants of the party were substantial. There was plenty of cocaine lying around. Cigarettes and cigars lay discarded all over the place. Vapes and joints and a couple errant bowls were scattered about. Several half-empty wine bottles littered the bar. It was the mark of excess. Careless excess, probably, but I didn't care as I took stock of the scene.
Katie and Crystal slept inside on a couch together, spooning. The other Infinity girls were nowhere to be found. In the largest bedroom, my girlfriends were entwined together on the king bed. They were nude and breathing softly. Seeing them swept away any notion of fatigue that might have lingered in my body. I ensured it wouldn't manifest itself by inhaling two lines of coke and pouring a large wine glass of Champagne.
I was getting ready to take an early walk up the Strip when I noticed Kelly was awake in her bedroom. Standing in the doorway, I watched as she took a series of deep, controlled breaths. She might have been meditating.
"Good morning," I said.
"It felt like someone was standing there," Kelly said, keeping her eyes closed. "Good morning, John."
"How are you doing?" I asked.
"Sore," she said with a laugh.
"You had a rough night," I said, enjoying the double entendre.
"It was just what I needed," she said. "To have the grief fucked out of me."
"I'm really sorry," I said.
"It's okay, really," Kelly said. "We had a great run. But it's always sad to lose a partner."
"I was going to take a walk," I said. "See if any hoes are making the walk of shame. Want to join me?"
"Sure," she said. "That would be nice."
She changed into athletic shorts and a sports bra, having no sense of shyness around me. She didn't need to. Not with her body. She was taut, athletic, and beautifully kept. Her breasts were hard, high, and proud. Her nipples were notably long and erect. Her skin was less tan than I recalled, with a few more freckles. Her ass was compact and pussy fully bare, showcasing her prominent lower lips.
Before we left, Kelly snorted two lines of coke. As she rubbed her nose, she smiled at me.
"I get to mourn and keep my body in bikini shape all with one excuse!" she said vibrantly.
The walk was invigorating. Kelly and I talked, mostly about trivial things, but eventually she steered the conversation around to her escort agency and Infinity.
"Has Jess talked to you about our plans?" she asked.
"I mean, a while back she mentioned something about cooperation and maybe even more closely related operations," I said, my voice trailing off.
"I think we're going to do a merger of equals," Kelly said, her light laugh showing her amusement about using a traditional business term for non-traditional business.
"Oh really?" I said.
"I don't want to do this on my own anymore," she said. "And I don't think I want to do it in LA."
"That's a surprise," I observed. "Aren't you fairly entrenched there?"
"I am," she said. "But I don't need to be there to run it. Jess and I want more. We want to expand. Sensibly, of course, and carefully. I don't want to steal her thunder, but I have someone who's like Alix in LA who can tend to things for me. Jess and I talked about another target market."
"That makes sense," I said. "Alix has been invaluable in Houston."
"She has," Kelly said. "I like her a lot. So, anyway, we're talking about what the best potential for growth is. I'm fascinated by this Hooker House model you have down there. It's a great way to sock away cash easily. We were looking at a few possibilities, but I think we've settled on a location."
"Really? Where is that?" I asked.
We were walking south down the Strip, just past the Cosmopolitan. Kelly stopped and pointed up, to the Veer Towers condominiums, adjacent to the Aria.
"Right here," she said. "There are a couple penthouses available. Center of the Strip. It would be a gold mine."
"Wow," I said. "That would be absolutely epic. You would make a killing."
"We're going to make a killing," she said. "And I'm going to move to Vegas to make sure of it."
* * *
I had a lot of questions about the escort agencies merging and opening a new Hooker House in Vegas, but I knew Jess would talk to me when the time was right. And Saturday was most definitely not the right time. Instead of going to the spa, Jess brought the spa to our villa. Four masseuses took over each of the bedrooms to provide private massages. She had a brilliant breakfast buffet brought in, overflowing with fresh fruit, smoothies, and acai bowls, and yogurt parfaits.
For the girls, it was a bikini day. We had the private pool at the villa, as well as direct access to the Garden of the Gods through a gate behind the patio. It made for an ideal pool-spa day. Anyone who wanted a nap or more low-key time could have it, while the bacchanal of the pool party was only steps away. It was also nice to have a private oasis to step into, away from the madness.
I should have known, however, that the villa wasn't going to be used for anything low-key. The girls were in even more of a party mode than the day before. Housekeeping had come through like a tornado and cleaned the villa, returning it to the sparkling, spotless state identical to when we arrived. Within a couple hours, almost every surface was covered in cocaine and booze bottles again.
Kat, Jess, Rita, and Kelly took the first round of massages. While Katie, Nicole, and Brittany ate breakfast, I sat outside with Crystal, Alix, and Gloria passing a THC vape pen around.
"I can't believe this is my life," Crystal said. "Like, a couple months ago, I'd be going to some church thing tonight."
Alix and the others laughed hysterically.
"I think the last time I went to church, John's cum was inside me," Gloria said.
"Wait, really?" I said.
"My wedding day," she said with a laugh. "Well, my first wedding day."
"Fuck, I forget how long we've known each other," I said.
"You fucked on her wedding day?" Crystal asked with wide eyes, holding in a hit of weed.
"In the ass, wasn't it?" I said, accepting the vape when Crystal offered it.
"So deep in my ass," Gloria said with deep satisfaction. She lit a cigarette.
"Can we just take a minute and talk about how good you are at anal, John?" Alix interjected.
"Shit," I said, taking a drink of Champagne. "I didn't realize I was at a meeting of my fan club."
"Come on, John!" Alix said. "We love you! I think for each of us you have been such a good guy. Mentor probably isn't the right word, but at least personally I feel like I owe you a lot."
"I literally would not be here right now without him," Crystal said. "I would be stuck in suburban hell."
"You're going to make me blush," I said.
"I think I speak for all of us when I say we really just want to make you hard," Gloria said.
