Between overseas contracts I accepted a month long gig training special ops warriors in the desert of Nevada. We trained Monday-Friday on different aspects of urban warfare and I would teach them the latest techniques used overseas by the bad guys and tell them what to expect. The base is in butt fuck Egypt so we stay in dorms while training, But from lunch time Friday we are dropped off in Las Vegas and free to roam and party until around midnight Sunday.
I check into one of the hotels on the infamous Vegas Strip, shower and start looking for hell to raise. It's Vegas so you can't sling a dead cat without hitting a chick that is willing to put out. But for me, the hunt it part of the fun. As I get ready to leave the hotel and begin my hunt for pussy I walk past an elaborately decorated banquet room. It makes the banquet room from my main hunting ground at the airport hotel look like a broom closet.
I peek in and see lots of very athletic people drinking, shouting, and having a good time. The security guard at the front sees me, uncrosses his arms and opens the velvet rope for me. Without missing a beat I say thank you and walk in. This guard seems to think I belong here so I decided to blend in and figure out what the fuck I have stumbled into.
It's only then I realize, I've stumbled into the end of season party for the crew and athletes of the popular strength and stamina obstacle course show. The one that started in Japan and has almost a cult following here in the states. Because of my size and build they think I am a crew member or athlete. The athletes think I am a crew member, and the crew thinks I am an athlete. I help myself to a drink when I see her.
I call her the queen of the course. Everyone's favorite female athlete, Jess. She smoked a couple of the stages and set some records. Most of the athletes are still wearing their course attire and Jess is no different. 5'8", shoulder length straight blonde hair, green athletic top and matching skirt with bike shorts under it. I can't tell if she has naturally small tits or they are just extra confined. But she still has great hips, a great build and is solid. Not only an athlete on the show but a a stunt woman in Hollywood. I have seen my prey.
She is already pretty heavily intoxicated so when I say hi she acts like she knows me and we went to college together or something, "HI!" and a big hug to follow, "HOW ARE YOU!? Thank you SO MUCH for coming!"
I just roll with it and start conversations like we are old friends. I can tell she rarely lets herself go and this is one of those rare occasions. During our conversation of catching up and her mom and "best friend" say they are leaving. They ask if she is OK and she reassures them that she is, she has me to take care of her. God only knows who she thought I was.
About an hour later she says she needs to pee and asks if I can walk her to her room. "Totally, I have to pee also." We get to her room, she kept her key hid in the waist of her skirt. We get to her room and she tells me to pee first, she needs to call her agent. After she pees she steps out of the bathroom. I know I need to tread lightly. This chick has two black belts. I'm a bad ass but, fuck.
When she steps out of the bathroom, "Can I just be an honest enjun here?" Hand in the air like I'm taking an oath.
I can see the look of concern in her eyes, "Of course, what?"
"I have always had a thing for you. I really have."
