Chapter 9

Author’s Note: Thank you for reading, everyone. We are still in Vegas, so just expect the level of debauchery will keep rising!

“What do you think?” Kat asked as she emerged from the bathroom of our Wynn Parlor Suite. She stood before me in a black, skin tight lace gown that hugged every curve perfectly. I had ordered it and had it delivered from the Chanel store at Crystals.

I whistled. “Jesus, Kat,” I said honestly. “You’re exquisite. What’s the occasion?” I laughed.

I held out my arm to escort her after she picked up the matching black clutch from the room’s bar. She smiled at me, “Okay, I’ve got the bullet and some bars in case we need them.”

“My little girl scout, always prepared,” I said. “Your chariot awaits.”

A gold MGM Grand limousine waited for us at the Wynn’s valet station. Restaurant Joel Robuchon provided limo transportation for each reservation, but the highlight was being escorted to the restaurant via The Mansion, the exclusive hotel-within-a-hotel inside the MGM. We rode contentedly, sitting close to one another. I felt the smooth fabric of her dress.

“This is like the culinary dream of mine,” she confided. “I’ve wanted to eat Robuchon’s food forever.”

“I’ve only been here twice,” I said. “I came with high expectations. And it blew them away both times.”

“Well, thank you,” she said. “You are just a big softie. Making my dreams come true and all.”

We laughed. The limo pulled up to the private entrance off of MGM Road, just east of Las Vegas Boulevard. The gate opened, and we stopped under a portecochier. We were greeted by a stunning woman in a shimmering kimono, who greeted us as Mr. and Mrs. Cameron and escorted us through the Mansion. It was the epitome of Vegas’ sumptuousness. The small gaming rooms were sparsely populated and quiet, largely occupied by extremely serious, high-stakes Asian players.

“I never knew this existed,” Kat whispered as we followed the hypnotic sway of our guide’s ass.

“I don’t know,” I said jokingly, “I think your ass is better.” I had said it a little too loudly, so when she turned around slightly, my face reddened.

“You look stunning, miss,” she said to Kat.

“I’m sorry,” I said. “My wife’s so beautiful it just makes me lose any sense of decorum.”

“No apologies necessary, Mr. Cameron,” she said.

She led us to the hostess desk in front of the restaurant, and our next stop was a table for two in the center of the grand dining room, beneath a massive crystal chandelier. Kat’s black gown complemented the purple velvet of the room beautifully. And for the ensuing four hours, we embarked on a journey down what you can only describe as a magical Vegas river. The wine flowed, from the Krug Champagne to start, past two beautiful bottles of Burgundy, and the incomparable Chateau D’Yquem to finish. The food was delicious, simple, and soulful.

“I get it now,” Kat told me early in the meal, as we ate king crab served in a tin topped with a mountain of caviar. “This is a different level of precision. It’s as close to perfect as I can imagine.”

I smiled at her. The wine buzz had taken over the coke high, which had all but faded to memory, and I felt sentimental. Jess had never appreciated fine dining like this. I shook my head.

“You okay?” Kat asked. “Where did you go just now?”

“Oh, nowhere,” I said, probably unconvincingly, “I’m just lost in this meal.” At that moment, the showpiece bread cart saved me.

We deferred the limo ride back to the Wynn for half an hour so we could walk off some of the meal’s richness. We held hands as we walked into the casino. It was ironic to have perhaps the most upscale restaurant in the country a few steps from a bank of slot machines.

“John, that was truly a dream come true for me,” Kat said. “I really...” She trailed off. It was her turn to go somewhere. I ignored it, understanding the feeling.

“Do you want to hit a craps table?” I asked.

She gripped my hand tighter and bit her lip. “Is it wrong that I kind of want to find a restroom? I have a feeling this night isn’t ending when we get back to the room.”

I smiled at her. “You first,” I said and pointed to a ladies’ room straight ahead. I marveled at Kat’s ass as she walked away from me and admired her insatiable desire to party. I was tempted to call my host and get a table at XS again, but I knew we’d have to save some juice for tomorrow. So I called and requested a table at the Eastside Lounge.

Kat returned with her eyes lit up. “I’ve been snorting so much,” she said. “You’re gonna have to butt bump me again soon.” We laughed.

I took the bullet from her and hit four bumps in the men’s room. The pace of our steps quickened as we made a quick tour of the casino.

“See anything you like?” I asked.

“Besides you?” she said. “You mean guys?”

“Or girls,” I offered.

“I’ve never done much with girls,” she said. “Kelly and I used to make out a little to put on a show for guys. But that’s about it.”

“So guys then,” I said. Kat scanned the packed floor.

“I have always had a weakness for a guy like that,” Kat said quietly and motioned to a younger guy sitting at a blackjack table. His polo shirt was probably a size too small, revealing large muscles. He was tan. Even from fifty feet away, he had an obviously easy manner. He frequently pushed back his thick hair.

“What about him?” I asked sincerely.

“He’s a pretty boy,” she said. “It’s vanity, I know. But a guy like that? He could be the biggest dirt bag, the biggest jerk. He could have a small dick. I don’t care. I’ll fuck him, and I’ll enjoy it, and I’ll cum. The model type gets me off every time.”

“Interesting,” I said. “I don’t blame you. I’d do the same. I have done the same. But I note you weren’t talking in the future tense there! You said, ‘I’ll fuck him,’ like you’re going to!” I was being playful.

She played right back. “Oh, if I had the chance? I couldn’t say no,” she said.

I saw a chance to play a game.

“Go tell him,” I said.

“Tell him what?” she asked.

“That you’d fuck him,” I said. “It’s Vegas. Just go up, tap his shoulder, and say, excuse me, but I just want you to know I would fuck you, even if you’ve got a small dick.”

She laughed. “You can’t be serious!”

I put on a mock serious face. “You can tell him,” I said, “or I will.”

“What if I don’t come back?” she said over her shoulder as she walked away from me.

She strode with confidence, and a number of eyes followed my Kitty Kat as she approached the blackjack table. She was polite, waiting until between hands, then she tapped the hunk on the shoulder. He turned around, stiffly at first, then his stance softened when he saw who was behind him. Kat leaned close to him. For a moment, his face showed surprise, then broke into a wide smile. My heart quickened. What if she didn’t come back? Just before the dealer dealt the cards for the next round, Kat moved in and kissed him. A lingering, tongue-filled kiss. She appeared to say something else, then straightened up, and walked away.

She had a million-dollar grin as she approached me.

“What did you say to him?” I asked excitedly. My cock was hard.

“I just told him that I was walking through the casino with my husband,” she said, “and that I felt compelled to tell him that, even if he had a small dick, he could fuck me anytime he wanted.”

“You dirty little tease,” I marveled. I paused. “You kissed him.”

“How did that make you feel?” she said.

“Touch my cock, and it’ll tell you everything you need to know,” I said.

She brushed against me, the erection pushed against the light wool of my suit pants.

“We might have to go a little bit deeper into the iceberg sometime,” she said.

“It’s okay if you want to go back and renew your offer to him,” I said.

She shook her head. “Not tonight,” she said. “This weekend is for us.”

A different kimono-clad beauty escorted us back through the Mansion to our limo back to the Wynn. The walk had helped us digest and, only a bit after 11 p.m., we had the whole night ahead of us. Kat snuggled up to me.

“I feel so good,” she said. “I’m horny as fuck.”

“I got us a table at the Eastside Lounge,” I said. “It’s got good drinks. We can cancel if you want and just fuck our brains out.”

“Oh that sounds fun, but I’m feeling energetic. What about going back to XS?” she said. “And do you think you can shoot a load in me first? I’m getting addicted to having your cum leak out of me in public.”

“I’ll never say no to that,” I said. I called my host and changed things up. We were able to reserve a table at XS, and I asked for our same servers, if available.

Back in the room, it was a hard and fast fuck. Kat was extremely horny and on edge, and she got off three times quickly before I filled her cunt up once more.

“That’s twelve today,” I said. “Not too bad.”

“Let’s beat it tomorrow,” she said.

Kat slipped on a skimpy cocktail dress with nothing underneath for our return to XS. It was midnight. I ensured the coke bullet and vial were full. We weren’t going to do anything but maximize our time in Vegas.

“Baby, set me up a couple lines, please?” Kat requested as she touched up her makeup.

“You read my mind,” I said. From the dwindling backup bag of cocaine, I cut two extra-large lines for her.

She looked breathtaking as she reentered the suite. I couldn’t get over how she stayed so seemingly fresh after how hard we were partying.

“None for you?” she said as she took the straw and kneeled before the coffee table. She greedily vacuumed up the first line.

As she rubbed her nose, I said, “I had something else in mind for mine.” She snorted her second line just as quickly. “Bend over the couch,” I told her. She licked her finger, gathered up the touch of remaining coke dust on the coffee table, and rubbed her gums. She bent over the couch, and I hiked up her dress.

I spread her cheeks apart and licked her asshole, just for fun. My cum had been leaking out of her cunt, and her thighs were bright and sticky with milky fluid. I couldn’t wait to take her out in public. Quickly, I formed two lines, one on each butt cheek, and snorted them up.

“I do love body blows,” I said. I licked up the remnants of each line, savored the buzz that quickly took over me, and smacked her ass for good measure.

Kat readjusted her dress and kissed me. We traded the bitter taste of coke in our saliva.

XS was in overdrive by the time we arrived. The line was long, and I never failed to enjoy walking past it to be escorted to a table. Kat and I were in the heart of the action, not far from the DJ booth. The bass thundered inside our bodies. The hypnotic light and laser effects amped up our coke highs. And, just like that, we were ready to party again.

To my pleasant surprise, Caitlyn reintroduced herself as our waitress. I passed her $300 and said we’d do the same Dom Perignon routine as last night. The table was small but had a comfortable perimeter around it keeping out the mashed-together, gyrating throngs of club-goers. We didn’t wait for the Champagne to show up before we hit the dance floor.

We returned covered in fresh sweat to find two bottles of Dom, and the ever-attentive Caitlyn popped in to fill our glasses. The Champagne was the perfect refreshment. Kat asked where Juliana was, and Caitlyn said she had the night off. I scanned the room and challenged Kat again to point out a guy or two who she found attractive.

“I can’t settle on just a couple,” she said loudly in my ear, voice rising above the noise of the club. “Honestly, I think it would be fun to just see which one of them is aggressive enough to take what he wants.”

We sat very close together so we could talk above the music with slightly less trouble. My hands roamed her dress.

“What about you?” Kat asked. “Who would you go after if you were alone tonight?”

I motioned to the table of six women to our left. They appeared to be post-college girlfriends on a weekend trip. They gave off a slightly standoffish vibe and obviously were well-to-do enough to have chosen this as their evening’s entertainment and fund it themselves.

“Why?” Kat probed further.

I explained my presuppositions to her. “And the brunette right there, sitting down?” I pointed out the woman who was refilling her friends’ glasses and seemed to be driving the energy of the evening. “She is going to squeeze every drop of fun out of this night possible. She’s the one who wants to really cut loose.”

My hand crept up between Kat’s legs. Caitlyn reappeared and refilled our glasses. As I motioned for Caitlyn to come chat with us, I made no attempt to hide the fact that I had started fingering Kat’s pussy as we sat on the curved couch.

“Is there anything I can get you?” Caitlyn asked.

I shook my head and asked, “The table next to us,” I said, nodding my head in the direction of the six women, “girls’ weekend?”