Chapter 1
Erin wanted this weekend to be special. It was finally her time. Just about a week ago, she had been on the phone with her friend Liz, chit-chatting about their boring lives, what this guy did to that girl, why Arnold cheated on Maria, etc. Erin had let out an audible sigh during the twenty minute conversation as she was flipping through the channels. Then, that same commercial came on again, "What Happens in Vegas Stays in Vegas." She heard it a million times. Somehow this time it hit her like a hammer. Vegas. Gambling, shows, Wayne Newton, the lights, rich men spending money, showgirls. It was only a three hour drive from her small town in California.
A week from Sunday was her 40th birthday, and dammit, it was time to have some fun. She cut Liz off mid-sentence. "Get ready, we're going to Vegas next weekend."
"What? Are you nuts? I can't get anyone to be with the kids all weekend...."
"Just do it. No excuses." Erin hung up and dialed Veronica.
"Vegas, next weekend. You, Liz, me. Shopping tomorrow at noon."
"Girl, you are crazy!" Veronica laughed. "I'm in!"
The planning was easier than she thought. She made the hotel reservations, a suite with two bedrooms. She and Liz would share the master bedroom, and Veronica would have the guest room. She got tickets to Cirque's Ka, and planned to check TKTS when she got there about seeing David Copperfield as well.
Thursday, she had her mani-pedi, bright red polish for both sets of nails. The excitement was building. She woke early Friday and had her final packing done by 8am. She poured her travel coffee mug, locked up and headed for Veronica's. They both stopped by Liz's house and the three were on their way. There was lots of singing and laughing. Yes, this would be a great birthday present for herself.
Pulling up to The Hotel, she handed the keys to the valet, had the bellboy take the bags in (he struggled; it looked like they were staying for a month with all the clothing they brought), checked in quickly and went up to the room to freshen up.
Veronica ran to her bedroom's bathroom and Erin let Liz use theirs first. She opened her bag on the bed, pulling out the new dress that she'd been just dying to wear. Pulling her blouse over her head, she then unbuckled her jeans and slid them down her shapely legs. She glanced at her reflection in the full length mirror on the wall of the bedroom and paused. She turned, looking over her shoulder. Yes, she had a tight body. The workouts did pay off. Her ass was firm, barely covered by the black thong, her hips curvy but not fat. Her full red hair cascaded just past her shoulders. She unsnapped her bra, and her breasts bounced slightly as they freed. Erin turned back to look at herself in the mirror. Her dark nipples hardened as she ran her hands over her flat stomach and up underneath her firm breasts.
"Yeah, girl, you still got it!" a soft voice intoned.
Instinctively, Erin covered her breasts as she turned to see Liz leaning back against the bathroom door frame, watching her, smiling broadly. Liz was 35, divorced three years, a curvy long-haired blonde. Her arms were crossed over her ample breasts, one leg forward of the other. Erin laughed and turned back to pick up the dress. She stepped into it, pulling it up over her body. A chill of excitement came over Erin's body as she did.
A low whistle escaped Liz's lips.
The dress was emerald green with a subtle black leopard print pattern. It clung tightly to Erin's body as she struggled to pull the stretch knit up, adjusting her breasts into the sewed-in cups. Her full cleavage was prominent, and she ran her hands over the smooth material, pulling it into place. It was scandalously short, barely covering her shapely butt. Her long, tanned legs were showcased perfectly with this dress. As she turned to her friend, Liz felt her breathing actually increase as she looked into Erin's green eyes, perfectly set off against the color of the dress.
"Like it?" Erin winked at Liz.
"Love it!" Liz's eyes roamed over Erin's body as Erin twirled around to model the outfit. Liz had a fleeting thought that she should feel self-conscious staring at her friend's body like that, but she had never seen Erin look more beautiful. She was a sight to behold. The curves of her body in that dress were perfectly displayed.
Erin reached into her bag again, and pulled out the shoes. Black caged sandals with 4 inch heels were tricky to walk in, but really added shape to her legs as she slipped them on and brushed past Liz and into the bathroom. She touched up her makeup and hair, and after a few minutes, came out ready to go.
Veronica and Liz were chatting in the kitchenette, still in their travel jeans. They both turned together to look at Erin.
"Wow, who's the hot chic?" Veronica now was looking over Erin's body. "You're hot! Where did that come from?"
"Vicky 'S' baby! My birthday present to myself! Hey, why aren't you girls ready?" Erin was slightly annoyed.
"Relax, girl, we have all weekend. We opened the wine we brought. Want some?" Veronica offered.