"You're looking fine yourself, Jay," Sue said in a low voice, Diana huffed at her. Laughs surrounded them as the last few rooms emptied out and the hallway filled with the vast majority of the sixty people in their crew, two-thirds of that number young women all dressed in the blue, pleated minis and white t-shirts. The young men were in thin, tight slacks the same blue as the minis and their own tight, white t-shirts.
"C'mon," Rachel said over the hubbub, "let's move!"
That broke the spell and laughter filled the hall as the wave of humanity broke against the bank of four elevators and multiple fingers mashed the down button to get them off of the eighth floor. Rachel led Sue to stuff themselves into the second set of opened doors.
"Lost the others," Rachel said as bodies pushed tightly together.
"Diana won't mind," Sue said with a laugh, "we'll hook up in the conference center."
As the door closed Rachel was forced against Sue, the redhead pushed herself against her friend before she felt her hand taken by the brunette. Rachel guided her hand to the left until it contacted something.
No. Someone.
She looked. He wasn't as tall as Jay but his muscles were as toned, his olive skin smooth. Like all of the boys his hair was swept back on top and closely trimmed on each side. She liked that the girls had been given more flexibility in length and style, their only rule to keep it loose while on duty.
But then Sue's mouth opened as Rachel's eye's glittered at her when their hands found their target. Her fingers followed Rachel's as they traced downward against tubular flesh. Impressively long tubular flesh.
She looked again at the young man's face. Like half of their full crew she didn't know him, guessed that Rachel didn't either. The brunette glanced at the boy's face and her eyes drew Sue to lean and put her ear next to her friend's mouth.
"I've got my strap ons," she whispered, "want this awesome cock up your ass or your cunt? I'll take the other. Then we'll trade."
She pulled back and they both looked at the boy's handsome face, his breath slightly quickened with their attention. His eyes made clear he'd either heard Rachel or had guessed at her point.
"I'm Rafe," his hand found the bare flesh of Sue's upper thigh and moved upward to find the uncovered swell of her ass. She shifted slightly to allow more access and caught sight of his other hand hidden between Rachel's legs. She looked up and Rachel winked.
The Procession
Rafe had an arm around Rachel's and Sue's shoulders at the head of the blue and white mass of loud and laughing people as they walked through the hall, the two women's arms around their escort's waist. They led everyone along a short hall and made a right where it teed at a long hallway that was one of many that connected almost all of the casino-resorts to each other. This largely freed gamblers and conference-goers from ever needing to step outside, a blessing in the oven-like summers. Like most, this hallway was lined with little shops and the odd small restaurant.
Their column elongated and thinned but didn't quiet as they encountered oncoming pedestrians, shouted 'hellos' and 'come to the show tomorrow' rang out. Rachel saw a half dozen women, somewhere in their fifties or maybe sixties, in those garish pantsuits that had been standard Vegas wear for decades. The lighting wasn't like a bright summer day but as she'd shown Diana it was bright enough that six sets of eyes swiveled from her chest to Sue's. Both women stood straight and smiled broadly but then those eyes dropped and widened. Rachel and Sue caught eyes as they too looked down, Rafe made no effort to disguise the impressive prick that was held snugly down his right thigh. He asked as they came even with the women.
"Having a good time, ladies? Come to Conference Center B next two days," he caught eyes with each of them in turn, Rachel read faces that she guessed tried to remember lust, "we've got toys and clothes and more!"
"And you?" It was the one at the far end of their line with breasts obviously enhanced and light brunette hair that offered some natural grey, the only one who didn't seem to bother with a dye job, so far as Rachel could tell.
"For the right price, two for one," Rafe said as his and Rachel's eyes caught hers and held them, her friends had turned to watch the rest of the crew. The woman licked her lips quickly.
"What happens in this town, stays in this town," Rachel laughed and she and Rafe squeezed each other quickly, Sue had a look of confusion but joined in. More onlookers goggled at the ebullient mass as they passed without slowing until Rachel and her companions slowed when they entered the great dome.
Much ink had been spilled and Vegas had been roiled when the designs for the massive new casino, hotel and conference facility had been revealed. Three great towers were to be placed facing 'the Strip' and at the back a huge, new conference center. They'd be connected to a huge, circular casino. The 'servants quarters' in what was officially called the 'Economy Tower' offered inexpensive rooms and was set at a distant edge of the property to avoid distracting from the otherwise upscale accommodations and facilities on offer. The connecting hallways entered the casino dome at opposite sides, the one used by Rachel and her compatriots and one at the opposite side that led to yet more casinos and resorts.
But it was the dome that had set tongues wagging. That the Arista's casino would be in a circular space violated no known 'law' of what was accepted in extracting money from gamblers. That the space would be twelve stories high and the walls lined with balcony walkways that connected to the towers was rather unusual. That the space would be covered with a spiderweb of steel that supported a dome of glass was beyond unprecedented.
"You can't do that," screamed the traditionalists!
Rachel and her friends had been excited when this year's location had been announced, a few among the crew were only now finally old enough to savor all of the pleasures available in this city in the desert. While many in the blue and white clad mass had been to this city only a handful had seen the view that caused her and Sue to falter in their rapid stride, Rafe took a moment and he too slowed and looked up as their marching column compressed behind them.
The glass dome high above them had gone transparent with the sun's disappearance below the horizon, some secret compound allowed the glass to darken during the usually bright and sunny days. Red streaks ran through the sky and almost centered was a bright, white dot.
"What?" It was Rafe's question.
"It's the planet Venus," Rachel said, "I dated an astrophysics major in college. We'd fuck outside and it made him nuts if I named stars and planets while he fucked me! So I learned them."
The crowd behind them hushed slightly as they too left the hallway and the crowd slowed their progress. Even the pit bosses and croupiers had little choice but to pause as gamblers caught sight of tight and transparent and near-transparent clothes and gaped. With their heads back, Rachel's and Sue's and the others' breasts and nipples were well exposed.
While translucent and peek-a-boo blouses and slitted skirts and dresses weren't unusual, Rachel's pod wasn't alone in having foregone underclothes and the collective sight on view was unusual even here. She'd lobbied secretly and had convinced a number of her fellow attendees to promise to do likewise. From her quick scan before and after the elevators she thought maybe half of the women and it seemed a higher proportion of the men had followed suit.
"Conference Center B, next two days," Rachel and her two companions offered and while no one shouted chests were pushed out and promises implied, if not as explicitly as the one they'd made to the brunette with the grey highlights. Would she show, ran through Rachel's mind. Their jobs were to cover the expo booths, not publicity, but word of mouth was great advertising. But what would she be willing to pay for?
The Big Orange Intruder
Sixty voices cheered and applause rang where people had both hands immediately free as a slightly older man and woman entered the room from the left side and waved as they strode quickly into the room and up the couple of stairs to the small stage that had been placed in the front of the room.
"Pods, please," Margaret said from the stage and the members of the dozen groups who had them put plates and cups into trays along the back wall and walked into place around one of the standing tables. She was a decade or so older than most of her charges but her blue skirt wasn't any longer than theirs and her shirt was just as tight and nearly transparent. The man with her had the same thin tight blue slacks and tight tee, his crotch bulge well outlined.
Rachel tapped Diana, the latter's mood seemed much improved after Jay's attention on the walk from their rooms. Her curvy friend looked at her and she mouthed 'look' and pointed at Margaret on the stage. Diana's expression was confused for a moment but then she turned and watched. Rachel's eyes flitted from her boss to her friend before she and Sue caught eyes and smiled quickly at each other before they turned again to watch Margaret.
