AMA: The Boyfriend
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 361
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 361 - 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.
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I felt like a king.
To be fair, I wasn’t quite as pimpin’ as walking through the strip club back on the trip, just me, JC and a dozen hot women dressed up for a night out.
Still, though, even dressed ‘regular hot,’ it felt wild to walk into the Sahara with Cassidy and Cattie on my arms. Cassidy was wearing a pair of jeans that hugged her like a second skin, her old and well-loved Converse shoes, and a tight white crop top that hugged her ribs with a looser, high-crop sweater that was pretty much all sleeves, shoulders and hood. Her violet hair was styled loose and ‘messy’ in that way that was almost sex hair but not quite, and she’d gone dramatic but not flashy with her makeup, all in greys and black to colour match with Cattie.
And Cattie had gone Goth Prep for the night, so much so that I’d almost expected her to smile and have fake vampire teeth in. A black and white schoolgirl kilt, knee-high black socks, all-white Vans. Her top was a black and white knit sweater with lots of drapey sort of volume and sleeves that hooked down around her thumbs. She’d teased me before we left by proving that her bust - which was pretty well hidden under the high-necked sweater - was swinging free under there. Her black hair was in a messy updo with the same ‘casual sex’ look that Cass had, and her makeup was done almost the same as my fiancee except she’d gone for a black lip instead of a basic lipgloss.
Sure, we weren’t dressed up in a tuxedo and ballgowns, and we weren’t strutting down the strip in either stripper clothes or Couture, but we looked good, the girls looked fucking hot, and we drew the glances of guys as we walked the sights.
Now, to be fair, walking the Strip is kind of an onerous process. The road itself could get up to twelve lanes across in places if you counted turning lanes, and it was generally busy as fuck. The sidewalks could be even worse. Scratch that - the sidewalks were always worse. Especially in the evening and at night when the worst of the heat of the day was over.
There were dozens of routes people suggested to take when walking the Strip. Every concierge had two or three of them memorized that they could give to visiting guests so they start and end at their ‘home hotel,’ and I made sure to have a couple on hand when I was handling events. But, for all that the Vasoseh was a gorgeous (and luxurious) hotel, it wasn’t a touristy hotel. It didn’t have the kitsch of the main sights. I pointed it out to Cattie as we were walking, but we didn’t stop in.
The route I had planned was designed to maximise two elements - the first was getting to our dinner plans on time, and the second was hitting the more dramatic and romantic spots when the lighting would be best - which generally meant once it was dark.