Kit's Adventures
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Chapter 27: Vegas, Baby!
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 27: Vegas, Baby! - The members of the Girls’ Wednesday Luncheon Group change multiple marriages, becoming the basis for many sex parties, create a sexually-based business, and then do award-winning adult videos. The main protagonist is Kit, a hot, young female, married to Dax, and willing to try just about anything that’s adventurous. This erotic novel is presented here weekly over the next half-year.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction Sharing Incest Gang Bang Group Sex Harem Orgy Swinging Anal Sex Exhibitionism Masturbation Oral Sex Pregnancy Sex Toys Voyeurism Violence
Jane did a further ‘reveal’ to her parents about some other aspects of our family’s life; specifically, my nominations for awards for good porn, and then revealed Ross’ weekend sex parties. Zach had seen part of one of my videos by then.
Jane also teased them about the mutual seductions that took place the evening before. “I think it’s so cool that you’re getting sexually inspired the way that I am. I’m in love with all these people, and have no qualms about being physical with any of them.”
The videos were a point of fascination, especially for Zach who declared me his new, favorite porn star. Over the next month, Hillary and Zach also maneuvered themselves into becoming routine participants in the weekend parties. Ross ended up very taken with Hillary, and vice versa.
The Christmas holidays came and went with another round of family visits to the house, excessive meals, and lots of conversations, some about our lifestyle from various parents.
Margo’s young adult children finally moved to the city to be near her. The younger girl was still in college, and transferred to SFU – the nearby campus of Southern Florida University. They knew that ‘mom’ lived with us, and if they were at all observant, they would have determined that there was a deep intimacy between her with the rest of us. Other than that, they were not ‘in the know’ about the rest of our lifestyle. More than once, however, they caught us at the house on one the days when clothes were just about optional.
Crystal Blue Photography was given the opportunity to be an official vendor at the upcoming AVN Expo. Although it cost some money, she decided on a lark, that she would have a small booth to tout her skills in erotic and adult photography, videography, and video editing.
Crystal arranged to close up shop for a week in January to attend the Expo, taking Troy, Carol, Trish, and Ken with her to Las Vegas. In the photography business, that time of year was the doldrums. She also enlisted Margo, Lois, Jane, and me, to join her as Booth Babes part of the time when the Expo floor was open. She shipped some equipment to the Virgin Hotel where the event was being held, and arranged to rent a few other pieces.
We converged on the hotel two days before the official opening of the Expo. We all set up the booth and displays for Crystal Blue Photography. There were some new tall panels and easels with large display photos on them, two televisions that would be playing some of the videos that she’d done, including some of mine, and then an array of cameras and a small set where she might even do some demonstrations of her photographic skills. She also had a huge pile of display literature about CBP to handout to attendees at the event. About 15,000 attendees at the Expo were expected. Crystal hoped that just one would become interested enough to do business with her.
After a lot of research by all of us going, we determined that the women would have to be dressed exceptionally sexy. This would mean ‘come-fuck-me’ shoes, thigh-high stockings, mini-skirts, revealing blouses over push-up bras, and lots of make-up and fashionable hair styles. We didn’t have to look slutty, but it would help. If we happened to end up showing pussy or tits, so much the better.
Crystal got everyone in our group VIP-Plus Passes, which let into all the events, exhibits, meals, and all the parties without any hassle and for free. We were going to have a blast. Together we got a six-room suite in the hotel that we all chipped in to pay for. There were eleven of us in our entourage: Crystal, Dave, Dax, me, Lois, Margo, Jane, Troy, Carol, Trish, and Ken. Clearly, there’d be some sleeping together – if we slept.
Dax and I were fascinated by the Real Doll exhibit near where Crystal’s booth was. They had life-size mannikin dolls that were anatomically perfect, built to design and hence were mostly busty, felt and looked like a real woman – almost, and were beautiful and quite fuckable. The one we liked the best was over $8,000. Dax pointed out that the price was much cheaper than a real wife. He also said, “I should know; I have four of them.” He meant Lois, Margo, Jane, and me. He added with a laugh, “And rethinking that, the benefits outweigh the costs.”
The group met in the suite’s living room before going out to dinner in one of the many restaurants in the hotel and nearby. Crystal took the lead and suggested that this whole trip should be an open hall pass for each of us regarding sex and hook-ups. “What happens in Vegas, stays here,” she reminded us. She also admonished, “But stay safe. Otherwise, anything goes.”
We moved as a loose-knit group back through the hotel and looked for any parties that might be taking place the night before the Expo officially started. There was nothing we could find, so we ended up in the suite and had our own mini-orgy – four guys and seven bisexual women. That ratio worked out well.
The next day, we started by congregating around the Crystal Blue Photography expo booth. One of my videos was playing on the TV screen on the right, and Lois had one of hers playing on the left-side TV. We’d been told by the organizers that showing raw porn was okay, since anyone attending the Expo had to be at least eighteen.
The attendees flooded onto the display floor as the doors opened. In seconds, we had a few coming by the booth. Only one in ten picked up any literature, but the men all took a minute or two to check out the action on the two televisions.
The sex dolls nearby attracted more attention than our booth. Crystal was fine with that. As the day went on, the Expo floor became crowded with people going both ways past the booth. Loud music blasted over the whole arena to hype up those that paid to get in and see sexual things and the booth babes.
Dax and I wandered around when I was wasn’t working at Crystal’s stall. Some of the booth babes were indeed sexy, and some were so scantily dressed that you could clearly see full breasts and pussies through some very thin gauze that pretended to be a bra or panties. Those were popular booths.
Dax made the observation that he’d never seen so many sluts in one location and so close together. That resulted in me punching him the arm, but we both laughed.
He redeemed himself by buying a super-vibrator for all the women of the house. The device had so many bells and whistles and settings that he worried about being replaced. He had the device shipped rather than carry one around.
We snacked and later had dinner. By then most of the display booths had closed for the night. Crystal had told all of the us that we were to go to Suite 2901 starting at nine p.m. This was the Adult America (.com) celebration party.
As Dax, Lois, Margo, Jane, and I got off the elevator, there were two bouncers checking credentials for admittance to the party. The party was the entire floor of the hotel. We all had the right passes, but the others that had been in our elevator were turned away.
The open bars were everywhere. I was glad I didn’t have to drive, but I still moderated my alcohol intake, as did the others in our group. We got wine and then circulated, breaking apart so we were more individuals than a roving group.
I moved all of about ten feet before I found a handsome guy in front of me with a smile from ear-to-ear: Mark Volpetti.
“MARK!” I threw my arms around him and we kissed after greeting each other like long-long lovers, which in some ways we were. He was Crystal’s main contact for the sales of her adult videos.
Mark and I talked and he introduced me to some other porn stars – both males and females. One male was Dan Stinson, whose stage name was Dan Cox – plain and simple, and an advertisement for his wares. He laughed at my observation.
Dan was pretty mellow and knew I’d done movies and, per an introductory remark from Mark, that I had been nominated for a couple of my movies, but he hadn’t seen any of them. I offered to show him on my phone or just tell him, and he chose to actually view a couple as we talked. He liked me. We talked, and he watched and gave a complimentary critique of one of my movies – Star Pussy.
He talked about some of the films that he’d been in for Adult America, but he’d never been nominated for anything. He was sure muscular, and one arm was completely covered in tattoos. He also pulled his shirt up and showed me that he had a few others. He said, “As I’ve matured, I realized that I pissed away about $10,000 on the tats, and now I don’t want most of them. Buyer’s remorse, and they’re pretty permanent until I spend twice that to get them removed. Maybe later in my life.”