Two Nights in Vegas (2 page)

He smiled, told her, “Hold on to Daddy, Baby.”  She laughed, wrapped her arms around his very taut waist and away they went.

They headed downtown to the Freemont experience and he parked his bike at Hogs & Heifers Saloon.  He put away the helmets and took her by the hand walking towards Freemont Street.  Their first stop was a strip club. Drinks were $20 per person and he plopped down a $100 bill and said, “Send us something pretty.”  Two minutes later a busty Latina woman came over and said, “Follow me.” Again he gripped her by the hand and pulled her into a private booth where the J. Lo Wanna Be gave him a lap dance.  The whole time the woman wiggled around and over him, his eyes never left her. He patted the seat next to him and she was drawn into the scene.  She took a seat and his hand was on her thigh.

The more the
stripper moved on him, the further his hand slid up her thigh until it made contact with her, “Oohhhh,” was all she could whisper.

His fingers were thick, calloused and magical.  The dancer sashayed over to her and she didn’t care that she wasn’t into women, he was into what he was watching and as the woman danced, so did his fingers under her skirt. As his index finger slipped into her, she nearly came undone.  The dancer noticed the change in his pants and went back to work on him.  As the woman bounced on his lap, Nadine was so
aroused, she wanted to sock the woman in the face to get her out of the way so she could bounce on what she had seen protruding in his pants.  She got it; now she knew why women fought over a man with good loving. She wanted to fight for his affection as well and she had no idea of what kind of loving he was going to give her. She understood and she wanted him.  His fingers went deeper and she could not hold on.  The music stopped, but Nadine chewed on her lip as he brought her to a swift finish.

He removed his fingers and sucked on the index one, “Round one was a warm up, round two is my turn.”  Mystery Man stood and she noticed he was still eager to share what he had to offer.  He clutched her by the hand and made haste for the door. Nadine didn’t know what was next on his list of fun, but she wanted some of it and was planning to enjoy every minute.

M
ystery Man casually strolled through the center of the Freemont experience as if they had all the time in the world. The next stop was the Gold Nugget and Gold Diggers Night Club.  It was dark, and he pulled her close into his arms and moved with the music.  He had great rhythm but her mind kept floating to what was in his pants.

             
The song stopped and he took her up the stairs and out on to one of the balconies. The two stood for a moment watching all of the debauchery down below before Mystery moved behind her and started to sway to the music.  She could feel his intentions growing each time he swayed.  She continued to look down at the street as if she knew nothing of what he was doing, or his plans in the next few seconds. He tapped her shoulder and showed her an unopened condom. She pushed her hips against his rising interest and she heard the package tear.

She
listened as she heard the zipper of his pants come down and didn’t think that here in public that he would actually, “Uhnnn,” was her next word as she felt him push inside her. Mystery’s fingers went to work and within seconds she felt like she was one fire.  She held onto the balcony still pretending to look below as he swayed behind her going deeper with each move. She raised her leg as if she was climbing up on the railing, to give him deeper access. This wasn’t working.  She needed thrust.  She needed to feel all of him.

             
His hands locked on her hips and pulled her back towards him.  It nearly took the wind out of her.  The music felt as if it was exploding around her ears as he continued to rock to the beat, only changing his movements to match the cadence of the next song.  He whispered something to her, but she could not hear him. He said it again. She leaned back as much as she could to be closer to his mouth, “I need more room to work.  I need a bed so I can fully enjoy you.” His hand came up to her breast and she felt herself let go.  She leaned over the balcony and called out to the people below as he made small, powerful thrust inside of her. Nadine felt as if her eyes had crossed, she felt a wave of vertigo, and a moment of blackness.  Mystery started to yell out as well as he found his release.

The connection was maintained for a few moments of post coital bliss
until he extracted himself from her while lowering the bottom of her skirt. He turned his back to her and placed the waste in a baggy and zipped it up.  Nadine did not want to wrap her mind around the possibility that Ziploc bags of used condoms was something he did on a regular basis and she did not need to know.  What she wanted was what he had mentioned; a bed and more room to work.

Mystery gently touched her face, “Beauty, have you eaten yet?”

“I had a little something earlier,” she told him as she nibbled on her bottom lip. He rubbed his thumb across her lower lip as he told her, “I am starving.” He took her by the hand and led her down the stairs and out the door. The next stop was to the Freemont Hotel to the Second Street Grill.  They were quickly seated and handed menus. Mystery was making direct eye contact with her, “Can I ask you something?”

Nadine gave a cautious smile, “Sure.”

He sipped at the water that had been placed on the table, “will this be it for us tonight, or will you allow me more time with you this evening?”

She sipped at her water as well, “You did mention something about a bed and needing more room to work.”

He smiled a full on toothy grin, “then you may want to eat a salad.”  He was still smiling as he called the waiter over, “I don’t want to jostle your dinner later.”

She nearly sputtered out her water.  The waiter asked, “Do you know what you would like to order.”

Nadine handed him her menu, giving Mystery Man direct eye contact accepting his challenge, “I will have the chicken Caesar salad, please add tomatoes.”

Mystery Man only ordered a sandwich and all throughout dinner, he continued to give her a look of “
I am going to work you over
.”  Nadine had never been more stimulated and could barely finish the salad. Pillow biting was definitely going to be a late night exercise in restraint. The waiter brought the check and she reached for it, “You bought drinks and the lap dance, I’ll take care of this.” His brows went up showing amusement, surprise and his consent.  The man had few words, but they communicated on a level that echoed a connection that was years in the training.

It was a slow walk back to the bike giving their food time to digest, but he continued to whisper things to her that had her on edge.  “Tasting you from my fingers is not enough.” Mystery told her of the many ways he wanted to have her and how many times during the night he planned to take her and which positions he planned to use. Ordinarily those
types of statements she found offensive, but from his lips, the words were mesmerizing. In the past two hours he had given her a happy ending twice, and she was going to take him at his word.

Minutes later, they were on the bike and headed back to the hotel.   He parked and helped he
r from the seat.  Confidence preceded him as he led her to his door, and before the door had even closed, he had her in his strong arms.  Mystery Man lifted her like a blushing bride and carried her to the bed and fell in with her, all the while pulling at her clothing, as well as pulling at his own.  Within seconds he had another condom in his hand, had worked his way out of his pants, and was leaning over her.

“Please tell me you want me as much as I want you
, Beauty?”  She pulled her shirt off and took him in her hand and helped guide him in. It was as thick as it had felt on the balcony and he thrust hard forcing her to cry out, “Oh!”  He withdrew and thrust deeper still, withdrew and thrust deeper.  He rolled to his back bringing her on top of him as she moved in a slow rhythm trying to take in the entirety of his desire.  Nadine felt as if the sheer size of him was tearing her but she didn’t care, she needed more of him, she wanted to be closer to him.

Something was wrong, he wasn’t free to move like she needed him to; his feet were still bound by his pants and boots.  She disentangled herself to stand and remove his boots and jeans. He was still reaching for her trying to get her to come back to the bed, to come back to him.  She took her time to remove the rest of her clothing and the two were down to just skin; skin, the bed, and lots of energy.  There was no way she was going to waste his beauty or that gorgeous, powerful and dynamic erection.  Slowly climbing back in the bed, she almost did a crawl across the king sized
mattress.  By the time she reached him, he was in full blown arousal and only groaned and he rolled her underneath as he wrapped her legs around his back. “I’m not going to promise I’ll be gentle, but I will be thorough,” were his last words to her before he covered her mouth with his own and he brought her to a clawing climax repeatedly through the night.

Somewhere during the wee hours, she found pieces of her clothing and slipped out the door.  It was four a
.m. when she landed in her own bed.  This was one wild night.  She was going to be very sore in the morning, but her mystery man had been worth it. It was definitely a record for her, five orgasms in one night; Mystery Man was worth being a hussy for an evening.

Nadine awoke slowly, stretching lazily like an over fed cat, allowing her toes to come alive one by one.  Her thighs were sore, her back was hurting and as she swung her legs off the side of the bed, she groaned in sheer agony.  Oh, for the sake of all that was sane, what had she done last night? 

Slow, methodical movements were needed to get her aching body from the bed to the bathroom and when she finally made it; she reached for non-existent underwear, rolled her eyes in the air when she remembered where she left those things, and took a seat on a cold commode. Half way through the morning emptying of her bladder, she cried out from sheer tenderness and a burning.  Burning!  Wait, it wouldn’t happen that fast, she must have a tear.  She thought about mystery man’s size and smiled to herself.  She had been a rough and tough cowgirl and had ridden that prize bull!  Her
cupcake was none too appreciative, but she felt like a real champ.

S
he completed her morning care and called the front desk for a box of salt or Epsom salts if they had some; she needed to soak away some of the soreness. While she waited for the salt, she called room service and ordered something light to eat before her immersion in the tub, and then she would head down to the pool for some sun and reading.

Half a cup of coffee later, room service arrived with salts and grub which prompted her to start the bath water while she pecked at her meal. Nadine added a tad bit of hotel shampoo to the water for bubbles and scent, and when the tub had reached the perfect level for soaking, she slowly lowered her body in and exhaled.  It all seemed
so surreal.

She met a strange man in the lobby that smelled like
ambrosia to a dying patient.  She got on a motor cycle with said man, went to a strip club where a woman with big boobs gyrated on his lap and he used his fingers to make her happy. She closed her eyes.  She thought about the nightclub and hanging off the balcony while this man took her from behind in public.  In public no less, like she was a common strumpet!  To make matters worse, he took her to dinner, which she paid for, ate like a bird because she didn’t want her stomach upset as he jostled her about, which he did, for at least four hours. She thought maybe Mystery Man was fresh out of prison to have a libido like that.  It wasn’t a little blue pill, because his fun stick went down but came back up real quick.

The only saving grace was that he did not know her name and she did not know his. It was even better that he did not know her room number. Tonight, she would take it easy and pray for forgiveness for a wanton evening. He said he would be thorough, but he sure wasn’t gentle.  But damn, that shit was good enough to make you write a bad check for a second order!