All of my stories are based on real-life experiences I have had, including this one, with some literary embellishments for the reader to enjoy the story. I love feedback and would appreciate any positive comments to encourage more writing.
I was wrapping up a business trip in Vegas and decided to extend an extra couple of days so I could watch the Raiders play in their new stadium. I was sitting in the Bellagio lobby at a small table, waiting for the concierge to confirm he secured my ticket when I heard an argument develop. The sound caught my attention first, and when I was able to tell who was causing the disturbance, she caught my attention. She looked like she was about to burst into tears, arguing with her young husband about how he ruined their vacation to Vegas. Their voices rising, bringing more onlookers and hotel staff attention, I decided to step in before they were kicked out.
I approached them quietly, "Hey guys, you are drawing a lot of attention. Keep your voices down so you don't get asked to leave," smiling softly to diffuse the situation, then stepping to the side.
She was very apologetic and sweet. The more I listened, from a close distance to their dilemma, the more I felt sorry for her. The more I looked at her, the more I started lusting after her. She was a young Latina wearing a dark red halter dress, that adorned her curvy figure perfectly. Her hair was nicely done, curly and long down her back, with lots of cleavage on display. He was a well-put-together young Latino man, who took pride in his appearance and dressed sharp.
"Hey guys," getting them to lower their voices, "what seems to be the problem," guiding them away from the desk clerks who were starting to watch the commotion.
"Sorry man," frustration and panic in his voice. "This is our first time in Vegas, and I kept gambling. I lost big, man!"
"Oh my god, I can't believe you! We have been saving for this trip for over a year! We can't even pay for our room now," her eyes becoming misty.
The husband was a nice guy, trying to calm his wife, but not bringing any solutions, only lots of, "I'm sorry!" A security guard came out, and I shooed him away, letting him know the situation had been handled, not wanting to see their vacation get worse. The wife was appreciative and the tears started welling up again.
"Look, you guys seem like a nice couple. How bad is your situation? Do you have money for a room? When is your flight home?
"I can't believe this!" she yelled at her husband, with some Spanish words thrown in, holding his head in his hands and sitting next to me. "Our flight isn't until Sunday, and we don't have money to pay the remaining nights. Even if we went to Motel 6, we still won't have enough," exhausted from the frustration she sat down next to him. "How are we even going to eat!" raising her voice again, facing her husband, chastising him.
"Okay, Okay, let's settle down," putting my hand on her arm, touching her skin for the first time. Standing up, I guided her to a cushioned bench away from him and sat next to her. "What's your name?" trying to build some rapport.
"Sophia. Sophie and Joey." she breathed.
"Sophie, you guys are in a tough spot, and I'd like to help," my mind raced with an idea, but not sure I should share it.
"That's sweet, but there's nothing you can do to help," waving her hand over her face to stop the tears from rolling out of her eyes.
Watching her wave her hand in front of her face, gave me time to admire her sexiness. She was truly naturally beautiful, with light makeup, other than her eyes and lips. Her lips were plump and full, matching her curvy figure. Her breasts were big with a soft bronze complexion and not a blemish anywhere, along with a slight jiggle as she waved her hand.
Doing some quick math in my head, I struggled to think of a way to present my suggestion to their financial troubles. Her eyes looked into mine like I was joking. "Let's get your hubs," I reassured her. "Hey buddy, come here. I might have a solution to your issues," waving him to join us, wanting to make this proposal only once. Sitting next to each other, being cordial for once, they looked like kids waiting to hear some important verdict from their teacher that would be life-changing. Maybe this was.
I looked at them both, trying to weigh my words carefully, not wanting to offend them, and trying to avoid admiring Sophie's bare thighs and cleavage more than I had. But did it matter at this point? "Look, you guys seem like a really sweet couple in a bad spot. And I want to help you guys out. I don't want an answer now, I want you both to go talk about it," trying to find a way to present this in the nicest way possible.
"What? What is it?" Joey asked.
"I will pay for your hotel stay and give you $1,000 spending cash if you promise not to gamble anymore."
"Why? Why would you do that?" Sophie asked with renewed happiness on her pretty face but with skepticism in her tone.
"Yea? What do you want?" he asked
I looked into both their eyes, then to Sophie, gave her a soft smile, and blurted, "I'd like to have Sophie for the rest of the night."
"Fuck, man. You want my wife?"
Sophie had her hand over her mouth in shock at the offer, shaking her head.
"Look, just think about it. Nothing crazy. But yeah. Sophie, you are beautiful, and I would love to spoil you for the night," looking into her pretty eyes, down her chest and her bare crossed legs. Turning to look at him, "Joey, if it would make you comfortable, you can stay in my suite and watch or whatever. I don't want an answer now, you guys need to discuss it." and took out my business card and wrote my suite number along with 8:30 on the card. "I have dinner reservations at 9. If you accept, knock on my door at 8:30, but no later." I stood up, looked at them both in their eyes so they knew my seriousness, and walked to the elevator bay.
A couple of hours later, as I was about to go downstairs for my dinner reservation, somewhat discouraged at my proposal delivery with them being a no-show, there was a soft knock on my door. With a look of pure satisfaction and some excitement on my face, I opened the door. Sophie looked sexier and even more desirable than she did in the lobby. She was standing at the door, Joey behind her, with a soft nervous smile on her pretty face. Her makeup was touched up, with thick mascara, and lips covered in a bright maroon lipstick. I must have stood there longer than usual, admiring her beautiful curves in her hot dress, because she spoke first.
"Hi, Rick. We talked about it. Is the offer still available?" her voice squeaking, looking and sounding so nervous, before looking down embarrassed by her position.
"Sophie," taking both her hands in mine in the doorway, "of course the offer still stands. Come in, how about a drink to calm those nerves?" smiling down at her.
"Yes, please," her manners were so polite and sweet. "Sorry," shaking her hands out of mine, clammy from nerves, "I'm a little nervous. Never done anything like this before."
I stopped her inside the room, took her hands in mine again, put them against my chest, and looked into her eyes, "It's okay to be nervous." Chuckling about the crazy situation I created, 'I've never done this either. How about we just relax and get to know each other? I promise not to bite." smiling at her, trying to make her laugh, I added, "Unless you want me to and into that kind of thing?" raising my eyebrow.
"Oh my god, No!" and she laughed.
"You look like a tequila girl?" referencing her Latina heritage.
"Yes! How did you know?" genuinely shocked at my guess.
"Oh, just a good guess, baby girl. Joey, would you like a shot?"
"Um, yeah. Sure," looking around nervously at the big suite.
