Chapter 4: Getting Started in the Hotel Room

It took a while to track down Nancy and MJ but we finally found them at a blackjack table where, no surprise, he appeared to be losing. Of course if he had paid half as much attention to his cards as he as to Nancy he might have had better luck. Talk about two love-birds!

Joe took a seat next to MJ but waved off the dealer, explaining he would be leaving in a moment. Nancy turned to me and asked how it had been going with Joe and me. When I whispered to her (as softly as the loud background noise permitted) about what I had just done to Joe, her eyes widened.

“No way, you didn’t do him already?”

“Just a BJ, not like we fucked or anything,” I responded, acting as though it was nothing.

To my complete surprise, I saw the dealer including Joe in the next round. Apparently he had changed his mind about not playing. Men! He just HAD to show MJ he was better, didn’t he. Here I was, my mouth still tasting of his cum, ready to go to his room and let him fuck my brains out, and he wanted to play cards! Who would believe me if I told them?

Disgusted with him, I turned to Nancy and asked her if she wanted to play some slots with me. She seemed surprised at first and then, seeing the two guys totally ignoring us as they concentrated on who could do better than the other, agreed.

My goal was NOT to play for a lot of money but just to occupy myself until our two card sharks had their fill so we headed over to the nickel slots where all the high rollers were gathered. Most of the players seemed to be fresh off the bus from the nursing home so you can imagine the looks Nancy and I got from the old perverts when we walked through the aisles hunting for a machine to play on. I really didn’t know one from the other so we finally picked two that looked interesting and took a seat.

Nancy was wearing her engagement ring and I was obviously her friend but do you think that would deter the men? Ha! We hadn’t been playing five minutes before the vultures began to circle. At first it was just a couple of guy looking our way - much too often to be a coincidence. Then the “flyovers” started - guys that seemed to need to pace back and forth in the same area we were playing, looking down at us as they passed, probably hoping for a peek down our tops. Of course we ignored them all and to be honest, not one of them seemed the slightest bit interesting.

Then the marines landed. Two guys approached us, looking to be in their late thirties or forties, each taking a seat next to us and thus boxing us in between them. I didn’t pay any attention to them until the one next to me tried to strike up a conversation. I was polite until he put his hand on my bare leg.

“Look, don’t touch,” I admonished him. I almost laughed at the sound of it, like some stripper doing a lap dance for a guy.

“Ah baby, you know you want it,” the perv replied, keeping his hand on my leg and if anything, moving it up a little higher.

“Take your hand off my leg - NOW!” I said forcefully, loud enough to get the attention of the people around us, including a security guard who came over to see if everything was OK. I just looked at the perv who took his hand off me and got up to leave, muttering something about a “bitch” under his breath.

That scene sort of scared off the vultures for a while, leaving Nancy and me to play without being pestered constantly. If it had just been me alone, maybe I would have toyed with the guy a little more before calling in for an air strike. He didn’t have a chance in hell of getting me but he didn’t have to know that, at least not for a while until I was tired of him.

Just then Nancy’s machine started to make all sorts of noises and lights flashing. She had won something big apparently. As it turned out, she had won 10,000 of something or another which she explained to me were nickels since we were playing on a nickel machine. Since the machines no longer use tokens, all she got was the sound and light show without the tokens falling from the machine forever. Still, $500 was a lot of money from playing just a nickel!

Thanks to Nancy’s winnings, we played for a while after that and before I knew it, a couple of hours had passed and I was wondering what the boys were doing. Sometimes being out with boys was like my babysitting days all over again. Take your mind ff them for one minute and it was a omg the trouble they could find. We cashed out and held onto the cash slips from the machines as we tried to track down the guys. Not surprisingly, they were still at the same table although neither of them seemed nearly as happy as Nancy and me. Nancy waved her cash slip in front of MJ who seemed shocked that she could have done that much better than him - playing slots at that.

Putting my hands on Joe’s shoulders, I leaned down to whisper in his ear. “You know, I hear the VIP room is open if you’re interested.”

Joe looked puzzled at first and then he caught on to what I was referring to and smiled. He reached around and grabbed my ass - a few too many drinks I think. “Yeah, I’ve had enough of this ... let’s go.”

Joe said something to MJ who just nodded and gathered his chips. Apparently they had been talking while we were gone since he didn’t seem at all surprised, assuming Joe had told him what I think he did. I turned to Nancy and grinned.

“Hey girl, looks like it’s time to go for the jackpot.”

Both guys seemed a bit tipsy when they stood up, not a good sign but at least they didn’t fall down. Neither of them had a lot of chips so we passed by the cashiers and headed straight to the hotel. Once in the elevator, I turned to Joe and kissed him, letting my hand drift quickly to his crotch once again.

“Gee whiz Kelly,” Nancy sighed, “Can’t you wait two more minutes?”

I just ignored her as MJ didn’t seem to mind watching us until Nancy grabbed his chin and turned his head towards her again. Just then the elevator chimed and the door opened to our floor. Our room was only a few doors down and before you knew it, we were in. It was a standard hotel room with two double beds and a bolted down TV on the dresser. Well, what do you want for free - a suite?

Joe had apparently had more to drink than even I had thought as he flopped backwards on the bed, arms out to his sides as he groaned.

“Someone make the room stop spinning,” he said in a slurred voice. Great! We finally get to the room and he’s drunk. Then, unbelievably, he passed out. I don’t mean he fell asleep, the jerk literally passed out - unconscious to the world. Never would I have expected THIS. Now what?

“Looks like Joe had a little too much to drink,” Nancy murmured, her grasp of the obvious brilliant.

I felt like the wind had been taken from my sales. My hopes were to get in the room, strip as fast as possible, and have his dick in me before he could catch his breath. Instead, I was the infamous “third wheel” with MJ and Nancy, freshly engaged, in the room with me. Well, if I’m nothing else, I’m flexible. Since my original plans weren’t coming to fruition, it was time for Plan B, whatever THAT was.

My mind raced and seeing Nancy and MJ, there was only one logical thing to do. Only problem was, would Nancy go along with it? After all, MJ wasn’t just her boyfriend, he was her fiancé. Obviously this was going to take a little finesse, not exactly my strong suit, especially when I was as horny as I was at that moment.

It became readily apparent that Nancy and MJ weren’t concerned about my issues with Joe, especially MJ. He grabbed Nancy and held on to her as they dropped to their bed and started going at it like two teenagers in heat. They started stripping each other’s clothes off, totally oblivious to me as I sat on my own bed next to Joe and watched. Who needed to turn on the TV and watch a porn channel when I had my own private show right in front of me?

This was the first time I’d seen MJ naked. For that matter, it was the first time I’d seen Nancy naked other than dressing or some other non-sexual circumstance. There was one time when on a dare she posed for some nudes but that was several years ago and so far as I know, it was a one-time event. MJ was ready to go with his dick already hard and sticking out from his crotch like a branch from a tree. In my opinion, I would rate his dick maybe a 6 or 7 on a 1-10 scale. I like it when a guy’s dick gets so hard that it stick out and even better if it hold itself and points to the sky. Some guys never get that “steel rod” hardness and while their dicks get firm and big, the just hang there.

I guess you could compare my dick preference as similar to the way some guys rate boobs. Some like the perky ones, not so big but standing up on their own with nipples pointing straight out. Then there are those that prefer the big ones, even if they do hand down and need support to look good when dressed.

Nancy was just a pretty as ever. She was a blonde, but not a “natural” one as the dark small patch of pubic hair she kept as a “landing strip” over her pussy. She has GREAT boobs, though, boobs I would have killed for, looking like maybe 36D or even DD. Not only did she have great boobs, but her legs were long and trim and her overall figure made me incredibly envious - and horny. Too bad she had never expressed even the slightest interest in girls!

Laying together naked on a hotel bed, an engaged couple totally in love and consumed with deep lust for one another, it was the stuff porn movies only wish they could capture. There was no acting going on here. No fake moans or ridiculously staged orgasms, just two people making love - and doing it just a few feet away from me. Who would blame me for feeling as horny as a girl on her first date with the school stud?