Rita stayed in bed late into the morning of their third day in Las Vegas. She kept starting to get up, even turning the shower on and letting it run while she went back to lay in bed. The draw of watching the video of Melissa getting sodomized in the back office of a restaurant, and perusing the pictures of Katie blowing the stranger was too much. In lieu of getting ready, Rita just kept masturbating.
She thought this may be the best vacation she had ever taken.
Katie and Melissa had no such leisure this morning. Both had sneaked out of the hotel to do some shopping. Returning from their errands though, they crossed paths in the lobby. Melissa was dressed like she was out at the gym. Her long legs and fake breasts turning heads as she walked quickly past, she was clearly preoccupied. Her nipples poked through her tank top like the fins of circling sharks. The seams of her panties were clearly visible under her spandex shorts. She carried a bag from an electronics store.
When Katie saw her, she immediately averted her gaze, holding one hand up to block her peripheral vision. Just as many men had been gawking at her this morning, but instead of being too busy for it, Katie was simply oblivious. The pencil skirt she had on today was red, and was adorned at the waist with a ruffle of the same fabric. The overall effect was like she was wearing two skirts, a tight form fitting one, and a loose pleated one too short to cover her massive, firm, heart shaped ass. In the tight button-up sweater, and the frilly socks peaking out of her red pumps, she would have looked like a Gil Elvgren painting walking even if she hadn't taken the time to do her blonde hair up into victory rolls that morning.
Melissa approached her even though Katie was intentionally not looking at her.
"Katie. Hi." Katie reluctantly looked up and forced a smile to Melissa. "I, uh. I'm sorry."
Katie's smile gradually became warmer. "Yeah?"
"Yeah." Melissa continued to just kind of stand there awkwardly, every fiber of her being wanted to scream at her simpleton of a friend. "I went and got you a real present. And I bought you some tickets to a thing tonight."
"A thing?"
"Yeah." Melissa got into her handbag, and dug out an envelope. Katie opened it, and before she could look Melissa told her what was in it. "Speed dating. I know you have a hard time with men, and that seemed like a more healthy way to help than what I tried the other night."
"Awh." Katie smiled at Melissa and Melissa smiled back. Under her smile though, Melissa smoldered with vengeance. "That's very nice, and you're right. It is a better way than the other night."
"I got something else too, but it's not ready yet." It took everything in Melissa's will not to burst out cackling like a mad doctor throwing the switch on his creation for the first time. Instead she forced herself to ask, "What did you get?" She pointed to Katie's plain black shopping bag.
"Oh!" Katie held the bag up a little and smiled, "Underpants." Before they made it to Las Vegas, Melissa had gotten in to Katie's baggage and discarded all of her panties. Katie thought she forgot to pack them, and had just gone without the last few days. Due to that decision many strangers had seen the most intimate parts of her anatomy.
The two women took the elevator up together. Katie got out on her floor, and as she left Melissa said, "I'll call you in a bit." As soon as the door closed she cackled to herself.
She would have collapsed with laughter if she knew the sort of panties Katie had hastily bought.
Back in her bathroom Katie dug into her shopping bag. She pulled out the three pairs of panties she had bought, and separated and held up the white pair, thinking it would match her bra.
She looked at them in the mirror, a blank expression on her face. She hadn't taken a good look at them in the shop. When she noticed the rest of the inventory was mostly sex toys, she panicked and just grabbed three pairs in her size from the nearest rack. Even then her eyes had been fascinated with a massive, realistically sculpted dildo. Something about the way the veins faded as the head started wouldn't let her look away. Her crotch grew humid, and she went to pay, she stared at the rubber cock as if she was in a trance. When she left the store with her purchase the insides of her thighs had soaked, sloping against each other as she walked back to the hotel.
She thought the panties were maybe defective. The delicate lace was slashed through the crotch from the front of the waistband, all the way to the back waistband. She looked down at the two pairs on the counter and saw they were similar. Looking back at the white pair in her hands she realized they weren't damaged, there were seams on the insides of the slashes. They were made that way.
She decided she could wear them just long enough to go find some other ones, and said to herself, "Better than nothing I guess."
She hiked up her skirt, exposing her blonde pubic hair to herself, and stepped into the crotchless panties. Pulling them up, snug against her ass, she looked in the mirror at how they framed her pussy. She turned and looked at her backside, the split up the back exposed the entire length of her crack. Without even realizing it she said, "Woah." Her crotch got hot again. "Wow," she repeated, turning to the front again, her thighs slicked against each other, soaking in her natural lubrication.
Something about intentionally wearing such a garment, made Katie feel like she did two nights ago. Conflicted. Wearing them was exciting her, but some deep seated concept of what a decent woman did kept her from thinking it was a good idea. She took a deep breath, and tried to ignore the underwear for now, repeating, "It's better than nothing." She shimmied the hem of her skirt back down over the panties and around her thighs.
After Katie was dressed again, Melissa called her to let her know that her other present was ready, and she could come get it from her in Rita's room.
Katie went to Rita's room in blind trust that Melissa's apology was valid. She knocked only once before Rita let her in. Rita had finally coaxed herself into the shower and got dressed in another low cut tank top, and plain black yoga pants. She was presentable just in time for Melissa to come up and ask to use her laptop. Rita had been suspicious enough to demand to know why. After Melissa told her the plan, Rita said Melissa could only borrow it if she could watch.
Melissa greeted her on her entry, grinning around saying, "Happy birthday!" She held out a gift bag to Katie. In the background Rita popped the cork on a bottle of champagne.
"Oh," she took the bag from her, "You shouldn't have." Katie started to dig into the bag, but Rita interrupted her with a red Solo cup of the wine. "Oh," she stopped herself from completely repeating her previous statement. She took a sip, and returned back to digging into the gift bag. She produced a designer handbag, one that Melissa had specially modified. "Oh, it's lovely." It was heavier than she thought it should be, and scrunched her face as she hefted it. She looked inside, and it looked like a computer had exploded inside.
Melissa said to her, "It's has four cameras, and an audio system in it." Melissa had found someone in the area that made spy-on-your-nanny gear, and explained what she wanted. The gentleman she spoke to said her request wasn't that uncommon, but they were mostly used to shoot candid upskirts. Melissa thought that was sort of like the modern version of mirrors on the toe of shoes.
Without stopping to wonder why her new purse was studded with spy gear, Katie said, "How lovely."
"You can take it with you tonight, just set it on the table and we'll be able to watch your dates and give you advice through an earpiece." Melissa produced a tiny plastic lump, the earpiece.
Katie was actually pretty excited about this now. She always got so nervous around men, but with this it would be like taking her two best girlfriends with her. She smiled a dopey smile and said, "You're so thoughtful. It'll be just like that movie with that guy from that other movie. The one with the guy from Honey, I Shrunk the Kids."
Rita and Melissa exchanged confused glances. Melissa said, "Sure." She raised her red Solo cup, and said, "To that guy." They all drank.
Hours later, Katie was in another hotel's events hall. Her handbag was signed on to their wifi, and her earpiece was working. She was little buzzed from the champagne, and in her excitement, had neglected to find real panties. Before she left Melissa had undone the first few buttons of her tight sweater, and the wine had helped Katie from fixing it. The room was divided up with cubicle walls like an office. Katie signed in and was led back to the cubicle she had been assigned. There were a total of six men, and six women participating. Each of the women stayed stationary, and each of the men rotated cubicles every ten minutes.
She sat her handbag on the table, and awaited the first man.
Eventually her wait was over. A man around her age, maybe a little younger, entered the cubicle. Katie stood and introduced herself. His name was John. They both sat again, and Melissa barked in her ear, "Now ask to see his dick."
John had already talking about himself, and Katie sat there stunned.
"Hey." Melissa snapped her fingers into the microphone. "Tell him to shut up, and show you his dick."
Katie stammered as John continued talking, she was never one to interrupt.
Melissa continued, "Listen, twat. I still have all those pictures. You do what I say, you can come delete them yourself. You don't, I bet I can get you fired from the school." Katie blushed just thinking about the pictures Melissa had taken on their first night here. Still though, remembering the blowjob she had given the stranger that night got her crotch flowing again. The hot dampness forming reminded her about her impractical underwear decision.
Rita was sitting on the bed behind Melissa. Just listening to the way she was talking to Katie was getting her mind racing with filth. Melissa occasionally switched cameras looking for a better angle, even though the feed from all four was recording on Rita's laptop.
Katie finally interrupted her first date. "John?" The man kept talking. She reached out and touched his hand, repeated herself slightly louder and he stopped. "Show me your dick." The man hesitated. Melissa was talking over the earpiece, and Katie parroted her, blushing. "I need to know what you taste like."
