“You’re probably right. I always have trouble finding dresses to fit my bust.”
“Well, they
are
very large,” Annelise points out. What she doesn’t say, although I can tell she’s thinking it, is that they’re very large because I had them augmented. Maybe she doesn’t elaborate because she doesn’t want to embarrass me in front of her friends, but it’s not like it isn’t obvious. I’m not trying to hide the fact that I got them enhanced. You want to survive in my business, and it’s just something you do.
“I don’t know about the leopard print,” Annelise goes on.
“You kidding?” I ask. “This will look gorgeous on you. And it will go better with your shoes.”
“I wasn’t even thinking about that,” Annelise says. “And you’re absolutely right. Give me the dress.”
We swap dresses. Then all of us rush to the dressing rooms to see what fits.
Annelise
L
ater that evening, we’re all dressed in our newly purchased outfits, wearing come-fuck-me heels, and ready to see hot, naked men strut their stuff.
“Where is this show?” Lishelle asks. Though we have three suites, Lishelle and Claudia are in mine, using the powder room to finish the last of their makeup.
“Excalibur,” I answer. “We drove past it in the taxi coming from the airport. It’s that medieval-looking building.”
“All I saw were lights,” Claudia confesses.
“I’ve been there before,” Lishelle says. “I was in Vegas once—for my twenty-first birthday. Wow. I can’t believe almost ten years have passed!”
“You’re smarter, and more beautiful, and you’ve still got it going on,” I tell her. “So don’t sweat that you’re older.”
“Thank you, darling.”
Ready to party, we head downstairs to the lobby, and the four of us turn heads as we march across the marble floor in our designer shoes and slinky outfits. Two men with olive-colored skin stop and stare. One of them whistles, then speaks in a language I don’t understand, though it sounds like Italian.
We head outside, where the bellman smiles and heads toward us. “Where are you ladies off to tonight?”
“Somewhere scandalous,” I answer.
“Let me guess?” the attractive black man asks. “Thunder from Down Under?”
“That’s the plan,” Claudia replies. “How far is the Excalibur Hotel?”
“You’re not walking,” the bellman tells us. “Not in all those pretty shoes.”
I’m feeling flirtatious and fun, so I do a twirl, lifting my foot behind me, showing off my gorgeous new shoes. My sister and girlfriends join me, then we all laugh.
“Taxi or town car?” the bellman asks.
“Whatever’s faster,” Lishelle replies, ever practical.
The bellman blows his whistle, and a taxi heads up the circular drive. He opens the door for us and we all climb in. Lishelle is the last in, and the first to pass the bellman a tip.
The man raises his eyebrows at her. “If you want, I can do a private striptease for you later.”
“We’ll see.” Lishelle winks.
The bellman’s eyes linger on her as he closes the door, but the next moment, the taxi surges forward and we all start to laugh. We’re all a little bubbly from finishing off a second bottle of champagne, the one from Claudia’s suite. Samera is in the front of the taxi, chatting with the driver, while the rest of us are in the back. I notice the driver’s gaze dropping to Samera’s chest—her nipples barely covered by the two triangle-shaped pieces of fabric that make up the dress’s top. If she weren’t so large-chested, the dress wouldn’t be nearly as risqué.
I only hope the driver doesn’t crash and kill us all.
“You think we’ll get to go onstage?” I ask.
“What is it with you and this obsession with getting on stage with the strippers?” Lishelle asks. “You have a man at home.”
“Because it’ll be fun,” I answer.
“They might pick us to go up if Lishelle flashes them,” Claudia says. “Or your sister.”
I lean forward and poke Samera on the shoulder. “How about it, sis? Want to flash those double D’s?”
“Only if I’m getting paid.”
When we arrive at Excalibur, Lishelle, Claudia and I are still giggling like schoolgirls about to see a man get naked for the first time. Samera pays the driver before I can.
And then we’re off.
The show starts with an explosion of light and sound. Then the men charge onto the stage, and the women go wild. Frenzied screams fill the air, and I could very well win the prize for the loudest female in the room.
Our table near the front affords us a perfect view of all the hot bodies—their rock-hard abs, muscular legs and killer smiles. These guys don’t just take their clothes off. They dance and do acrobatics. And the way they move their bodies…Just watching them, I can’t help getting hot.
Beside me, Claudia puts her fingers in her mouth and whistles when a fireman comes on stage. Lishelle leans close to me and says, “Is that a hose, or are you just happy to see me? Mmm, is he fine or what?”
The thrill of this show isn’t just that the guys take their clothes off—it’s the high energy, the feeling that this show is larger than life.
And it is. In many ways.
The guys don’t take it all off, but beneath their g-strings it isn’t hard to tell they’re well-endowed. And if their penises are anything like their bodies, then I can only imagine they are very beautiful.
Man after hot man entertains. The guys strip out of all the prerequisite uniforms—cop, naval officer, G.I. And there are pirates and knights. This show is fun as well as sexy.
Both Claudia and Lishelle are giggling, hooting and howling, and dancing to the upbeat music as the guys perform. Exactly like a girl in a male strip club should. But every time I glance Samera’s way, she’s not reacting at all. She stays seated the entire time and nurses a glass of scotch.
In fact, she looks absolutely bored.
Considering she takes her clothes off for a living, I figured she’d be the one out of all of us to appreciate this most.
I scoot my chair closer to hers. “Hey, Sammy. You all right?”
“I’m fine,” she answers in a tone that is totally unconvincing.
“I don’t think you’ve smiled once. And there’s been plenty to smile about.”
She cracks a fake smile.
“You really hate this?” I ask. “I thought you’d find this fun.”
“I know, and normally I would. This is totally me.” She finishes off the last of her drink. “But I don’t feel like me these days.”
I wonder what’s going on with her. I’ve asked her more than once if she misses Miguel, if it’s possible she has stronger feelings for him than she realized. But she’s told me no so many times that I have no choice but to believe her.
“Want another drink?” I ask her. “Another scotch, or something more exciting? The apple martinis are really good.”
“Another scotch,” she replies. “Straight up.”
I flag down our waiter, a buff guy dressed in black slacks and a bowtie. Every time I see him, a sexual charge runs through me. And not just because he’s got a body to die for, but because with his dark hair and dark eyes, he reminds me a lot of Dom.
There’s been so much sexual stimulation tonight. I’ll definitely be unpacking the vibrator.
Better yet, I can use the vibrator while I have phone sex with Dominic.
When Samera’s drink arrives at the table, I pay for it, then push my chair back and stand. There’s a woman sitting on a chair on the stage, getting up-close and personal with a Zorro look-alike who has stripped his shirt off. I would love to stay and see the rest of the show, but I’m suddenly missing Dominic horribly.
“You know what, ladies? I’m gonna get out of here.”
“You’re leaving?” Lishelle asks, stunned.
I nod. “Yeah.”
“Where are you going?” Claudia asks.
I glance at Samera, who has a look of unease on her face. It’s an expression that says she doesn’t want me to leave her alone with my friends.
“I…I’m not feeling well.”
“Liar,” Lishelle quips, but she’s smiling.
“Okay, so I’m going back to the room to call Dominic. Don’t wait for me to get back here. I might be a while.”
“Anyone know what happened to my sister?” Samera asks. “Because if I’m not mistaken, she’s about to go back to the room to have phone sex with her boyfriend.”
“Like I said. Don’t wait up.”
I wink at Samera and my friends before I hurry out of the room.
“Dominic, hi.” A shuddery breath oozes out of me when I hear his voice on the other end of my line.
“Hey, babe.”
“I am missing you
so
much.”
“I miss you, too.”
“I wish you could see me right now. I’m wearing this dress you would want to rip off of me.”
“Really?”
“Yeah. And I spent a small fortune on it.”
“Describe it for me.”
“Hot. Halter-style top, leopard print.”
Dominic makes a meowing sound.
“The skirt is wispy and flirty. Very sexy.”
“Wispy and flirty?”
“Trust me, it’s hot.”
“Hopefully not too hot. I don’t want all the guys in Vegas going after my woman.”
“They can look all they want, but I only want your cock,” I tell him. “I’m not sure I can go four days without fucking you.”
“It’s been a rough fourteen hours for me, too.”
I lie backward on the bed. Spread my legs. “My pussy misses you.” My voice is breathy. Sultry.
“How much?”
“Enough that I want have phone sex until I get off.”
“Oh?” The question is a deep whisper.
“Mmmm. My pussy’s already so wet, just from hearing your voice.”
“Nothing like a woman touching herself on the other end of the line to get a guy hard.”
“Do you have your cock in your hand?”
“Yes…”
“If you were here right now, do you know what I’d do?”
“Tell me,” Dominic says.
“I would take your cock in my hands, taste the tip with my tongue. Then I’d suck on the tip, nice and slow, just the way you like.”
Dominic moans.
“That’s right. Then I’ll take you deep in my mouth, to the back of my throat…”
Now I can hear the sound of Dominic jerking off. He’s pumping his shaft with hard strokes.
“Yes, that’s it. I’m taking you so deep. You want to come. But not yet. I want you to come when you’re deep inside me.” I crawl onto my knees. “I’m on my knees, baby. My ass is sticking in the air. I want you to take me this way.”
“No, I want to eat you first,” Dominic rasps.
I play with my pussy. “Ooh, baby. I’m thinking about your tongue on my clitoris. I’m so wet.” I make the sounds I normally make when Dominic is sucking on my clit and swallowing my juices.
“Can you come?” he asks.
“Yes…”
“I want you on your back.”
I ease onto my back. “I’m on my back, baby.”
“Spread your legs. And play with your pussy. Stick your fingers inside, get them really wet.”
I do as Dominic tells me. I whimper as I play with myself.
“Are your fingers wet?” he asks me.
“Yes.”
“Fuck, I’m so hard I could explode. I want to taste you so badly.”
“I know, baby.”
“You have your vibrator there?”
“Uh-huh. It’s right here.”
“Put it inside you.”
I reach for the vibrator, which I put on the bed before I called Dom. I turn it on, play the massaging tip over my clitoris. And when I slip it inside me, I cry out in pleasure.
“That’s right, babe. Right now, that’s not your vibrator. It’s my dick. I want you to play with that sweet pussy of yours until you come.”
“Dom…”
“Ride me, sweetheart. Ride me until you scream my name.”
“It feels so good…”
“I’m sucking on your tits, I’m sucking on your earlobe. And I’m grinding my dick into your sweet pussy. Going so deep.”
“I love it when you’re deep inside me…” I push the vibrator deeper, moaning loudly as I do.
“Oh, yeah. I love those sounds you make. I can always tell when you’re getting close, and I go faster, harder…”
“I’m riding you, baby.” The little tentacles attached to the vibrator that play over my clit bring me ever closer to orgasm. I twist my nipple with my free hand. Every delicious sensation, plus Dominic’s heavy breathing, brings me closer and closer to orgasmic bliss.
“Annelise, are you gonna come? ’Cause I’m almost ready to blow…”
“Come, baby,” I urge. “I’m ready.” The vibrator works its magic inside me and out. As I hear Dominic grunt at the onset of his release, I let myself go. Let myself ride the wave of pleasure with him.
When my orgasm subsides, my entire body is tingling. My heavy breathing mixes with Dominic’s, even though we are three thousand miles apart.
“Love you,” Dominic murmurs.
“Oh, baby. I love you, too.”
“Me or that vibrator of yours?” Dominic jokes.
“You, of course. I wish you were with me right now. We’d fuck all night long.”
“I know.” A beat passes. “Babe, I’ve got to get cleaned up, here.”
I chuckle. “I can imagine.”
“I’ll call you later, okay? Actually, it’s pretty late now. I’m gonna shower and head to bed.”
“Right. I forgot about the time difference. We’ll talk tomorrow.”
“Have fun, babe. And be safe.”
“I miss you.”
“Miss you, too. And don’t lose too much cash!”
I giggle, then hang up the phone.