Ama The Boyfriend Ch 361 370

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All characters are 18 years or older.

This story is a continuation of the AMA: The Boyfriend series. I would highly suggest starting with Chapter 1 if you have not already. This collection of short chapters was originally published on a daily basis, and are collected here for Literotica. In these chapters you can expect a two-on-one Las Vegas date, work troubles and opportunities, and some prelim oral fun before another date.

The AMA was originally conceived of by Fantasy; this is just my version of the popular idea. Kudos to him and his original versions!

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Chapter 361

I felt like a king.

To be fair, I wasn't

quite

as pimpin' as walking through the strip club back on the trip, just me, JC and a dozen hot women dressed up for a night out.

Still, though, even dressed 'regular hot,' it felt wild to walk into the Sahara with Cassidy

and

Cattie on my arms. Cassidy was wearing a pair of jeans that hugged her like a second skin, her old and well-loved Converse shoes, and a tight white crop top that hugged her ribs with a looser, high-crop sweater that was pretty much all sleeves, shoulders and hood. Her violet hair was styled loose and 'messy' in that way that was almost sex hair but not quite, and she'd gone dramatic but not flashy with her makeup, all in greys and black to colour match with Cattie.

And Cattie had gone Goth Prep for the night, so much so that I'd almost expected her to smile and have fake vampire teeth in. A black and white schoolgirl kilt, knee-high black socks, all-white Vans. Her top was a black and white knit sweater with lots of drapey sort of volume and sleeves that hooked down around her thumbs. She'd teased me before we left by proving that her bust - which was pretty well hidden under the high-necked sweater - was swinging free under there. Her black hair was in a messy updo with the same 'casual sex' look that Cass had, and her makeup was done almost the same as my fiancee except she'd gone for a black lip instead of a basic lipgloss.

Sure, we weren't dressed up in a tuxedo and ballgowns, and we weren't strutting down the strip in either stripper clothes or Couture, but we looked

good,

the girls looked

fucking hot,

and we drew the glances of guys as we walked the sights.

Now, to be fair, walking the Strip is kind of an onerous process. The road itself could get up to twelve lanes across in places if you counted turning lanes, and it was generally busy as fuck. The sidewalks could be even worse. Scratch that - the sidewalks were

always

worse. Especially in the evening and at night when the worst of the heat of the day was over.

There were dozens of routes people suggested to take when walking the Strip. Every concierge had two or three of them memorized that they could give to visiting guests so they start and end at their 'home hotel,' and I made sure to have a couple on hand when I was handling events. But, for all that the Vasoseh was a gorgeous (and luxurious) hotel, it wasn't a

touristy

hotel. It didn't have the

kitsch

of the main sights. I pointed it out to Cattie as we were walking, but we didn't stop in.

The route I had planned was designed to maximise two elements - the first was getting to our dinner plans on time, and the second was hitting the more dramatic and romantic spots when the lighting would be best - which generally meant once it was dark.

Cass and I had both prepped Cattie for the walk and what to expect. The crowds, and keeping one eye on what was going on around her even while she was enjoying the views. Pickpockets, aggressive sales and scams, aggressive sex workers, and

super

drunk people only got more and more densely packed with tourists as the sun set. Anywhere that looked like a great place to get a good view of something was also being staked out by someone who wanted to accost you. It was also... improbable to see everything in one go. You could technically do it, but it would be an all-day affair and you wouldn't get any time to really enjoy much.

She was coming to live with us in Vegas, though, so we had all the time in the world to enjoy anything we wanted.

We walked the paths, dipping into several of the Casinos just so she could get a look at famous spots she'd seen in movies and TV shows. I strategically bypassed some of the biggest hotels, any one or two of which were flashy and so full-on

stuff

to do that one or two could fill an entire evening if you know the right time to hit them up.

The issue was that our destination wasn't exactly near the biggest, flashiest places, and not technically on the strip. Once we got to the Venetian (which we only peeked in because it really was worth a long experience) I ordered up an Uber.

I'm sure the driver hated me for making him come around onto the Strip, but I mean... that's the job.

"OK, where are we going now?" Cattie asked. "I thought the whole date was on the strip?"

Yeah, buddy,

I thought as the driver tilted his head at that, listening in.

One guy, two smokin' hot ladies. A date. You heard right.

"One of my favourite restaurants in the city," I said.

"Mostly because they always comp you our meal," Cassidy interrupted with a little smirk.

"

One of my favourite restaurants in the city,

" I repeated myself, waving her off. "We're taking you to Cook-Off."

"The... what?" Cattie asked. "Is this like a reality show taping or something? Because it sounds like a reality show."

"It's not a show, babe," Cass laughed. "I'm pretty sure it's Cook-Off like doing a reduction when you burn off the wine to just get the flavour."

"Ooooh," Cattie said. "Right. I guess that makes sense. So what's this place known for? It's... sauces?"

That made me groan and roll my eyes. "It's a steakhouse attached to the Sahara," I said. "It doesn't have a

super

celebrity chef behind it like Flay or Ramsey, but it's

really

good and one of those hidden gem sort of places."

"And Robbie gets free food there," Cassidy teased me. Then turned back to Cattie. "Not that he's being cheap or anything."

"Babe, please," Cattie smirked. "Got a gift card? Use the gift card. Get free food instead of not free food? Bring on the free food."

"Well, I don't know if they'll comp me tonight or not, but either way, it's a great place," I said. "...Though... free

does

taste better."

Cassidy let out a long snort as she rolled her eyes at me.

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Thomas (pronounced the slightly more pretentious

Toe-mahs

way even though I knew for a fact he was a Tommy from Springfield, Idaho) met us out the front of Cook-Off with a big smile.

"Robbie," he said, opening his arms and gesturing me in for a hug.

"Thomas," I said, giving him a good squeeze.

"Cassidy," he said when we released each other, putting a slightly ridiculous French accent on it.

Cass smirked and gave him a hug and they did the air kiss thing. "You're looking

thin,

Thomas," she said.

"Why thank you," he grinned, running his hands down his slender form. He was a concierge at the Sahara and, when he wasn't being the epitome of a judgy gay man, he was excellent at his job. He was also, from the top of his styled mop of curly ginger hair to his perfectly polished black dress shoes, immaculately put together. "You're looking... purple and black. What's all this? Usually, if Robbie brings you out you glam up but this is giving... cyberpunk goth."

"That, Thomas, is in homage to my bestie," Cassidy said, grabbing the gay man's arm and turning him to Cattie. "This is her first night in Vegas with us, and her first proper date night with Robbie. Catherine, this is Thomas. Thomas, Cattie."

"Hi," Cattie said with a little grin and a glance at me. I was surprised Cassidy had been that open too.

"Wai- OK, hold on," Thomas said, holding up the forefinger on both hands. "Did you just- Catherine, you're gorgeous. Love the look on you. Don't make Cassidy mimic you though, she needs more colour or she gets washed out. Did you just say she's on a

date

with you two?"

I coughed lightly and cleared my throat, hiding my awkward grin behind my hand.

"She did," Cattie said, chuckling lightly and grabbing my other hand with both of hers. "I'm Robbie's girlfriend, he's my boyfriend. It was complicated but now it's pretty simple."

Thomas started looking back and forth between me and Cass like we were playing a tennis match. "Since when are you two Poly people? Adding a third to your little love nest? Who are you and what did you do with my friends?"

"That's a story for when you come get drunk at our place," I said. "It's too long and complicated for standing around here."

"You're also the first person in the city who knows," Cassidy said.

Thomas scoffed, a hand on his chest, and shook his head. "I never thought I'd see the day," he said, then snorted and smirked. "Not that I ever even

dreamed

about it. You two are

queer

now." He barked a laugh.

"Technically I was always queer," Cass said, smiling a little sadly. "Bi, at least."

"Bi as well," Cattie volunteered, pointing to herself. Then she pointed to me. "And he's

very

straight, he just has a massive... heart."

Cassidy snorted and Thomas gave me a lascivious grin at Cattie's implication.

"Try not to spread this," I sighed, shaking my head at the three of them. I had a feeling this was the start of a beautiful friendship - for them. It would cause a multitude of future headaches for me, I was sure. "It's still new and I'd rather it get around at

my

pace, please?"

"Oh, I'll just let a couple of people know," Thomas chuckled, then Cass slapped him on the arm and he scoffed. "Fine, I'll just tell Teddy."

"His boyfriend," Cass filled Cattie in.

"OK, but you swear Teddy to secrecy," I said, raising a finger pointedly. "He's even more of a tea-spiller than you are."

"

Fine,

make me try to force my lover to keep his mouth shut," Thomas sighed theatrically. Then he straightened up and snickered. "You know it will spread like wildfire among the group."

"Yeah, well, I have a feeling it won't be the last time," I muttered. "We good for tonight?"

"You are, my friend," Thomas nodded with a grin. "Honestly, I thought it would be your parents visiting or something for you to ask for two guests, but this is lovely. Come here, you gorgeous thing." He reached for Cattie and looped her arm with his before leading her into the restaurant. "Now, tell me something I don't know about those two."

Cassidy was chuckling as I took her hand and we followed them. "Did you really pick Cook-Off because of the food, or because you wanted Cattie to meet Thomas?"

"Can't they both be true?" I asked with a little smile and a shake of my head. "To be fair, I need to give anyone else more time to get anywhere fancier."

"So what you're saying is... you got somewhere even nicer to bring her tomorrow?" Cass asked.

"No," I sighed. "Seriously, we're not

wizards,

baby. Usually, when we do personal favours for each other we're asking a couple weeks in advance, not a day or two."

"Good to know," Cassidy said, and the way she wiggled her eyebrows at me made me wonder what the fuck she had in mind.

We bypassed the front reception area and the Maitre d', and he gave Thomas a quick nod and shot me a wink. I didn't have a direct relationship with him, but I'd done a favour or two just like this for him - routed through Thomas - over at the Vaso and he knew what was up. Thomas led us deep into the restaurant to a round four-top table set for three - it wasn't anywhere near one of their 'top tables' or one of the fancy spots that overlooked the kitchen. It was, in fact, one of the worst tables in the place - tucked away, no particular views. Not

too

close to the lanes the waiters used, or the washrooms, but still in an active area.

It was a table that wouldn't ever seat a VIP. Which made it the perfect table to slide through the cracks when someone was doing a favour.

Thomas was already pulling out a chair for Cattie so I pulled one out for Cass and she sat demurely, smiling up at me. Once both ladies were sitting, Thomas leaned into me as he went to step away. "You lucky

dog,

" he said, the French accent gone as he chuckled and shook his head a little incredulously at me.

"You've got no idea, buddy," I said, giving him a pat on the shoulder before taking my seat as he left.

Once I was in place I glanced up and found myself momentarily tongue-tied as I had a shocking moment of 'Holy shit, I'm on a date with two absolutely gorgeous women.'

Whatever the look on my face, it made Cattie start laughing and Cassidy cooed as she reached across the table and rubbed my arm.

"OK," Cattie said. "What's the deal with your friend? Because he's

so much

and in the best way."

"He's Robbie's friend," Cassidy said, shooting me a grin. "So I'll let you tell her."

I shook my head and found my tongue again. "Tommy-

Thomas-

is part of a... let's call it an 'exclusive but wide' friend group among the staff of the various hotels on and just off the Strip. Supposedly it started just among the various concierges as they communicated to blackball scammers, protect guests from being taken advantage of (other than by their casinos), and do favours for each other related to work. Well, over time the umbrella expanded to other people who were deemed 'cool enough' and also able to help out with favours. I got invited about six months after I started at the Vaso when I organised getting some comped tickets to one of our shows for some folks and then helped one of the Event people over at the Hilton Grand when they needed an emergency replacement wedding cake."

"He saved someone's ass," Cassidy added in.

"My hero," Cattie chuckled, grinning with her eyes as she looked at me with a slightly cocked head that said she thought I was adorable.

I rolled my eyes. "That's how I met Thomas, and we just sort of clicked, and then he met Cassidy and

they

clicked, so him and his boyfriend Teddy are some of our couple-friends."

"Teddy is a bodybuilder," Cassidy said. "Like the total opposite build of Thomas. Oh, and the whole

Thomas

thing is a hoot of a story too, but he tells it way better than I could so just wait 'till we have him over sometime when you're with us permanently."

We were interrupted from going any further by our waiter showing up at our table and apologising for keeping us waiting.

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"Why do I feel so full?" Cattie groaned and then chuckled. "The portions were so small, but there were so

many

of them."

The tasting menu had been delicious as usual. She was right though - the portions

were

small, and other than the first time at a place I usually preferred ordering off the menu so I got more of what I

wanted

and not a bunch of things to try and go 'Hm, interesting!'

Our last plates had been cleared and the Maitre D' had come by and poured us each a little glass of dessert wine, making idle chit-chat just like he did at every other table. Of course, every other table didn't get the dessert wine - it was likely something that had been ordered for a special recipe or something at one of the restaurants in the Sahara and they had a third of a case left over in the back of a storage room somewhere. The perfect thing to break out once in a while for 'friends, knowing you were likely to get the same treatment when you were hosted by them - as long as you didn't abuse the privilege, at least.

"I'm still floating after that prime rib," Cass said, blinking and shaking her head slightly as she leaned back in her chair and idly swirled the honey-gold liquid in her glass. "That wine reduction might have gotten me

high.

"

"Definitely

dangerously

good," I agreed.

"So how's the date so far, babe?" Cass asked Cattie with a grin. "Living up to the hype?"

Cattie grinned. "So far? Well, there's been less canoodling than I expected but I guess that comes later. Otherwise, it's been..." She stopped and took a breath, clearly doing some wordsmithing in her head before she finally focused on me. "It's the best date I've ever been on, and you could bring me to McDonald's tomorrow and I'd be happy, Tiger."

"Well, it'll be a different vibe tomorrow," I promised her. "But definitely not McDonald's. I need to spoil my delightful, funny,

sexy,

absolutely

lovable

girlfriend."

Her smile was pure bliss, but as we looked at each other it dropped a bit and I was surprised when a tear suddenly spilled from one eye.

"Babe?" Cass asked in concern, grabbing her hand.

"Shit," Cattie muttered, grabbing her napkin and dabbing the eyeliner-stained drop from her cheek. "It's nothing."

"Obviously not," I said. I was already holding her hand across the table and I gave her a squeeze of encouragement.

"I'm just... overwhelmed. By how

good

this all is, and how

bad...

" she stopped, shaking her head. Then she squeezed my hand back and stood up. "Just give me a minute, OK?"

"Do you want me to come?" Cass asked, half-standing and still frowning slightly.

"No, babe, no," Cattie said, leaning over and giving her a kiss on the cheek before circling around the table and hugging me from behind. "I'm fine. I just need a minute by myself, OK? To clear my head and fix my makeup."

"OK," I said, rubbing her arms as she hugged me, then she pulled away and headed towards the washrooms.

Cassidy watched her go, concern still written across her features, but a beat after Cattie had disappeared around a corner, Cass snorted.

"What?" I asked, seeing that little smirk that said 'trouble.'

"What if that was just an act so she could go drop a giant shit without you knowing?"

"

Cass,

" I grunted in shock, trying not to laugh.

"Or maybe just fart. Like,

we've

been comfortable with farting for forever, but she's not farting in front of you yet," Cassidy snickered. "What if she just gets in there, the door shuts, and she just lets it

rip?

And then she makes eye contact with some woman who is washing her hands and is like 'First date' with a shrug, and the woman is like, 'Yeah, I've been there.'"

I was almost choking on my laughter, trying not to let it out. "Is that something that women

do?

"

Cassidy shrugged, grinning teasingly, and then sighed and shook her head.

"How are you?" I asked.

"Fucking good," she answered immediately, not breaking eye contact with me. "You?"

"Awe-struck a little, still," I said. "Very aware of how unearthly lucky I

look,

and I sort of feel."

"But you still know

why,

" Cass nodded.

"I still know why," I sighed in agreement. None of this was what we'd

wanted,

where we'd been going. Especially me. And it hadn't happened entirely by accident.

We really needed some therapy, and I really hoped we weren't going to have to shop around too much to find someone that worked for us.

"I love you," Cass said softly, reaching over and putting her hand on mine.

"I love you too, baby," I said, turning my hand over to link fingers with her as we looked at each other. Then I sighed again and shook my head. "Can I ask you to do something tomorrow while Cattie and I are on our date?"

"Anything," she said and I knew she meant it.

"We're not going to have any real alone time to talk about...

it,

" I said, and the look in her eye told me she understood I meant the App. "Not before you and Cattie need to fly out. Could you please just, like, write out everything on a notepad for me?"

"Like, all the info and stuff?" she asked.

"Like

everything,

" I said. "I need to try and wrap my head around it. Literally draw out and label all the UI and where it goes, if you can. Visualising it might help me understand it better."