AMA: The Boyfriend
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 355
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 355 - Robbie doubts his fiancee Cassidy's story, but he can see the guilt she's been carrying. When they were young she became a User of the Affection Multiplier App. It gamified her relationships and she became addicted to the chase - until she realized how she was betraying Robbie and hit rock bottom. Now Cassidy intends to make things right. They are about to spend a week with her fellow cosplayers, and her only goal is to give Robbie the love and sex he deserves. He isn't so sure about this.
Caution: This Erotica Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Mult Consensual Romantic Lesbian Heterosexual Fiction GameLit Sharing RAAC DomSub MaleDom Light Bond Rough Spanking Harem Polygamy/Polyamory White Male Oriental Female White Couple Anal Sex Analingus Cream Pie Exhibitionism Facial Massage Masturbation Oral Sex Petting Spitting Squirting Voyeurism
Doug was on a tear. I showed up to his all-hands meeting right on time to get a seat around the conference table just forward of the midpoint - close enough that I wouldn’t have him breathing down my neck as he paced back and forth around the head of the table, but not far enough back that I looked like I was hiding or came in late. He was an older guy, somewhere in his late fifties, and had been hired away from Caesars when the Vaso opened, taking the VP of Events role and hiring the rest of us along the way.
Jonas, unfortunately, had made the jump over from Caesars with Doug, chasing the money. I’d long ago realised that Doug valued ‘loyalty’ and felt like Jonas had proven his, whereas the rest of us that he’d hired hadn’t had the proper ‘chance’ to do so yet.
When I entered the conference room (the good one up on the C-suite floor of offices since there weren’t any important meetings going on that day), Doug just nodded at me and then looked back down at his tablet. I sometimes wondered if he had the thing duct taped to his hand, but a good sign that he wasn’t happy was that he would frown, furrow his brow and raise it up to look at it like he was an old man whose eyesight was going.
To be fair, his eyesight probably was going from doing that so often, but still.
Jonas, Vanessa and Tan were all already there when I walked in, and I caught Jonas giving a sour look that his little trick had failed. Vanessa, as usual, didn’t react much. She was our liaison with Marketing and saved her sweet, bubbly, all-American personality when she was addressing the C-Suite, patrons or crowds. Coworkers that weren’t at least two levels above her got the Stone Face, as I liked to think of it. The fact that she gave me eye contact and a little nod, acknowledging that I’d been gone and come back, was like someone else jumping up and hugging me.
Tan Li was the new guy, hired on in an effort to help woo some of the Asian international clientele. It wasn’t our job, as event managers, to do that - every Casino called it a different thing, but I thought of them as ‘Whalers’ since their job was to find, network with and convince filthy rich people to come to a specific Casino - but someone had told Doug to get someone of Asian descent onto the Event Management team.
The kid, Tan, was fine; fresh out of the William F. Harrah College of Hospitality here in Vegas with a degree, and he was a bit of a labrador retriever personality - happy, earnest and hungry to do something, just a little too energetic and likely to knock some shit over as he chases the ball. The fact that Tan was a third-generation Asian-American and didn’t speak a lick of any language other than English didn’t seem to raise any questions about whether he was the right person for the job. He got up and shook my hand like I’d been out for a month and not a week.
The rest of the team filed in over the next couple of minutes. Tracy, who managed Casino Floor events and the attached Art Gallery; Ash, the head Concierge who would download anything necessary to the Front Desk and his team; Walt, who managed outdoor daily events around the pool and the bigger seasonal events that lasted full weekends or weeks; Chuck, who ran admin for Security and would handle the scheduling for anyone from bouncers to armed guards depending on an events needs (though I was pretty sure he just showed up for the fresh ghuraiba cookies and potent Arabic coffee that got brought up for the meetings from Khoshamzeh, the Michelin star Kuwaiti breakfast restaurant downstairs.)
Dayana, as usual, came in last.
Thankfully Doug’s anger wasn’t directed at her or else I would have expected another blowout between the two. Instead, Doug had stared hard and long at Walt as the man cautiously took his seat. Walt was actually a decent guy, but sometimes the ‘Frat Bro’ affectation he put on when running poolside events, or organising Spring Break or a partnership with a nearby music festival, would leak into his office persona. I was a little surprised that Tracy was also giving him some hard side-eye, too. Usually they were thick as thieves.
Dayana slipped into the room five minutes late and poured herself a coffee from the carafe, palming a couple of the ghuraiba as Doug rumbled through the start of his meeting as if something wasn’t wrong, and then sauntered around the table and took the seat across from me. She sat down, smirking just a little, and gave me a quick quirk of her eyebrow and then a wink.
Doug finished the general stuff that took up the first fifteen minutes of his all-hands meetings a little quicker than usual - mostly information notes about what was going on with the hotel that we’d already received memos about, reminders about things that he’d reminded us about a dozen times before, general announcements and the occasional kudos when someone from the C-Suite wanted to pass on a word about how an event had gone.
I noticed that there weren’t any kudos from the past week that Monday morning.
“One last thing before we dig into the coming week,” Doug said, and based on how hard he pressed his finger into his tablet I had to guess this was going to be pretty pointed. “I need to remind you all that if your events involve any sort of pyrotechnics you must go through one of our three accredited and approved vendors. Our budget for this month is taking a hit due to some cosmetic repairs that need to be done on the east side of the building.”
I raised my eyebrows but didn’t say anything, glancing over at Dayana. She opened her eyes wider and nodded just a little, covering her smirk as she took a bite of the cookie that she’d been dipping in her coffee.
“I’d like to know how much our budget is taking a hit,” Tracy asked, putting up her hand. It wasn’t required, at all, but she did it every time she spoke up in a meeting as if she felt like she’d be lost in the shuffle otherwise. Which was a little fair - she was a petite woman no matter how much volume she could tease out of her big, bottle-blonde hair. “And what areas it’s being taken from?”
Thankfully, since I was the primary on the Ballroom events, my budget wasn’t tied to our department so much as it was to client budgets. Occasionally we hosted a Las Vegas community event gratis and I had to tap into our department for that, but it was always at the request of a member of the Owner board so we’d get more money if necessary. Everyone else around the table could potentially feel the pinch of Walt’s mistake though, even the Concierge team.
“We’re going to need to tone back the Gallery rotation next month,” Doug grimaced. “Though it would help if you could do that thing where you host student art for free and cut the cost completely.”
“It’s the summer, there aren’t any students in school right now,” she pointed out. “And I don’t see why the gallery should be-”
“You have half your usual budget for the rotation next month,” Doug repeated himself, the left side of his jaw clenching and unclenching. “Jonas, I need you to squeeze some cash out of your budget as well. Run a skeleton crew on Stage B if you need to.”
“Sure, boss,” Jonas nodded. I knew for a fact that the Stage B crew was already short-handed so how he planned to make that happen I couldn’t guess.
“Vanessa, we’ll be wanting to roll back our radio spots for the fall shows, too,” Doug said, looking down the table at her. He was a brave man, I knew they’d fought over those spots before - Vanessa was a cutthroat negotiator and she would need to replace the spots from another department to keep the deals she’d struck. “And Chuck-”
“Can’t do it,” Chuck grunted before shoving another dry ghuraiba into his mouth and crunching on it. The tasty cardamom cookies were meant to be dipped and I immediately imagined the feeling of the dry texture in my mouth from when I’d made the mistake of trying one without dipping it in a coffee first.
“I need you to rework some of your staffing numbers,” Doug continued.
“Can’t, sorry,” Chuck shrugged.
“Particularly for the low-priority events,” Doug grunted. “We’re going to need to rely on the Casino Floor security staff a bit more around the Theatre and Ballroom entrances.”
I didn’t bother arguing that I needed the bouncers for the Ballroom - it was going to be a pain but I could manage it with a couple of my regular staff as long as I had one proper Security guard on hand. And for the events that would actually need more security, I could always make the argument in private. No need to air shit out here.