"I swear I packed underpants." Katie turned her suitcase upside down, dumping the entire contents onto the floor of her hotel room. "Ugh." Wrapped in a towel from her post flight shower, she dug around in the wreckage like she was looking for a lost $100 bill. Her wet blonde hair kept sticking in her face as she did, and she huffed again, "Ugh." In ten minutes, she was going to have to meet the girls downstairs, and wasn't too keen on the idea of doing it without underwear on. She picked up the pair of panties she had worn for the flight, and looked down into the crotch to decide if she could wear them again.
She thought of maybe turning them inside out or something.
She didn't want to go without, but wasn't going to wear the dirty ones again. "I can just buy some someplace." They were on vacation in Las Vegas for her 40th birthday. There had to be someplace she could by enough pairs of panties to get her through the vacation. She didn't really want to take that vacation in the first place, but Melissa had demanded it.
Melissa. What a piece of work. Katie liked Rita well enough, but really had no idea why she was friends with Mellissa. The woman was a bully in Katie's mind, and had sunk her claws into Katie and Rita, forcing them to be her friends because no one else would be. She was brassy and brash, and something about her appearance struck Katie as just plain lewd.
Katie went about getting dressed anyhow. She dropped her towel, and took a moment to look at her figure in the mirror. Between the scale of her bust and hips, her waist always looked insubstantially and unrealistically small. It wasn't that her waist was actually all that small, just there was so much to the rest of her. Turning to getting dressed, first she contained her massive chest in a modest and plain full cup bra. She never felt like her bras were sexy. Everybody wants a giant bustline, but she didn't like it so much. Once she got to a certain size her options for bras became utilitarian, and added to her inner conception that they weren't all they were cracked up to be.
Next she put on a skirt. Katie didn't even own pants. She preferred the feel of skirts, and they made her feel somehow more ladylike. She pulled on the longest one she had packed, a high waisted grey pleated skirt hemmed right above her knees. Sitting on the bed, she checked in the mirror and was satisfied that nobody would be able to see she wasn't wearing panties under it. She put on a simple blouse and a pair of black pumps and looked in the mirror again. She thought she looked like she had stepped off the side of a bomber. It wasn't far off from reality. She left for the bathroom to take care of her hair.
While Katie finished getting ready Rita waited in the lobby for Melissa. Rita was a little younger than the other two women, but not enough that they couldn't hang out. Internally she shared some of Katie's sentiments about Melissa, but supported them hanging out. Katie was... Katie was uptight. And Rita felt like Melissa challenged that, made Katie step out of her comfort zone a little. Rita had worn low cut, but not daringly so, grey top and a pair of skin tight pinstriped slacks. Rita was hot, and she knew it. Men fell over themselves for her, but whenever she was out with Katie and Melissa Rita dressed modestly, to not leave the two other women feeling upstaged.
Rita made sight of the unnatural copper color of Melissa's sun-muted bottle-red hair across the lobby. She stood up and waved her over.
Melissa already had a drink in her hand. She was smoking a long narrow cigarette, and Rita couldn't help but think that the combination of the two made her look like a fire hazard. Her sleeveless black lycra dress clung to every surgically sculpted feature of her body. It was slit up the thigh, showing her absurdly long legs. Rita supposed that Melissa was a kind of atractive, but thought that most of her luck with men came from persistence. Melissa though took the ego stroke, and played it off like she was a man magnet.
Melissa said in her husky voice, "Where's Miss Two Shoes."
"Still getting ready I guess."
Melissa chuckled, but didn't share with Rita that she had taken the liberty of repacking for Katie, omitting her panties.
Katie left her room, and headed for the elevator. It was glass walled and faced out over the lobby. She saw her friends waiting for her and rushed over to them when she got to the ground floor.
As she ran up to the other two women Melissa said, "Alright. Time to hit the bar." She dropped what was left of her cigarette into what was left of her drink and left it sitting by a plant. They had decided before to get a round in a classy bar in the casino their hotel was connected to, and then wander into one of the adjoining casinos, and check out the floor show schedules and see if they could get tickets.
They entered the bar and Melissa suggested a table in an elevated section, "That one by the railing. With the stools. Go claim it, and I'll get us some drinks." Melissa headed for the bar, and the other two women walked up a short flight of stairs and to the table.
Melissa ordered, "Three vodka martinis, one dirty."
The bartender asked her, "Enjoying your vacation?"
"I don't know. We just got here." Taking note that she was between two groups of men at the bar, continued loudly, "I don't know it's going to be much fun for me though. The friends I came with are total whores. The blonde one ran her mouth the whole flight down here about how many cocks she was going to suck this trip." The men around her started paying attention to what she was saying, and looking across the room at Katie. "Says since it's her birthday and she's not going to settle for less than one for each year." The man directly to Melissa's right looked at her and cocked an eyebrow. Melissa loudly whispered to him, "Forty." She continued in her normal tone, "She doesn't look a day over 39 if you asked me. She made this big deal that she didn't even pack panties."
Two of the men scrambled to occupy a table that had a view of the underside of the table the women had taken. As Melissa carried up the drinks, bracing them in a triangle, every other table that even might have a decent view up Katie's skirt filled up.
Melissa noted that the stools were a good plan. Kate was sitting with her knees parted a little. She sat the martinis down, and joined them.
It wasn't very long before men were coming up to wish Katie a happy birthday. Some brought her drinks, many tried to flirt with her. The flirting was aggressive enough to cause Katie to squirm and hold her hands to her face embarrassed. It wasn't long at all before Melissa noted the telltale sign of cellphone cameras pointed in their general direction, and being passed around at tables below them. Every man down there was snapping a picture of Katie's pussy and she had no idea.
Melissa even ventured a walk to the bar under the pretense of getting a new drink, but actually to see the view herself. Turning to walk back to the table, Melissa was a little astounded at how oblivious Katie actually was. She had one foot on the floor, and her other on one of the high rungs of the stool. Melissa thought the pose was remarkably similar to an Olympic sprinter in the blocks. Not only could you see straight up her skirt to her blonde bush, but the perfect little mound of her pussy. Melissa stood and stared for a second, cigarette dangling from her lip. She turned to one of the nearby men and said, "Wow," as she walked back to join the girls.
Back at the table Melissa snubbed out her cigarette in the tables ashtray, and said, "They can see right up your skirt down there."
Katie's eyes bugged out. She suddenly crossed her legs and blushed like an overripe peach.
Rita said in a reassuring tone, "It's nothing to be that embarrassed over, just your panties, sweetheart."
Katie somehow blushed more at that statement. She whispered to Rita, "I forgot to pack panties."
Melissa grinned in satisfaction. Katie stood up and ran off to the bathroom. Melissa said to Rita, "Can you get her to calm down?"
Rita said, "I think so," and went off after her.
As soon as Melissa was alone at the table she got into her purse for her spare key. She went down to the main floor, and went to the table that had the best view up Katie's skirt. "Hi fellas." She pointed to an empty chair. "Mind?" The men both shook their heads no. She sat, putting a hand on one of their knees. "You guys enjoy the show?" The men both nodded yes. "Cut the crap, how big is your dick."
The man she asked gestured, his fingers continually growing further apart.
Melissa smirked at him and planted a hand in his crotch. "Woah. Lies like that you must be a lawyer." Without giving the other man any warning she groped him, and found the other man was much better endowed. She smiled at him, and said, "That will do." She slid the key to him, and said, "Go up now. Get naked. Sit down. And keep it hard."
