AMA: The Boyfriend
Copyright© 2023 by BreaktheBar
Chapter 416
Erotica Sex Story: Chapter 416 - 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
“We have a problem,” Ash said quietly. He’d caught my attention as I’d been crossing over from the restaurant back area and through the main concourse to where I’d be meeting with Ada, and his look had been as firm as if he’d grabbed my arm and tugged me aside.
I’d followed him through the staff door into the little admin area directly behind the front desk, where his office was. Considering I’d only been in there twice before, and that was to help carry some stuff for him in a pinch, and we always had our conversation with lowered voices out on the floor where he could keep an eye on things, I was immediately concerned.
“What sort of problem?” I asked.
He sighed, shaking his head as he ran his fingers through her perfectly quaffed hair, disheveling it. “Angeloff’s ... friend,” he said.
“Oh,” I grunted. “That.”
“You know?”
“Well, I’ve seen a couple of things,” I said. “What’s she done now?”
“She walked through the main concourse in nothing but a bikini, a completely sheer beach shrug, and a strap-on with a big black dildo bobbing away in front of her,” he said, his voice thick with his exasperation. “What the fuck am I supposed to do with that? And in the middle of the day!”
I couldn’t help it, I laughed and coughed, covering my mouth with one hand. “OK,” I managed. “That’s definitely a new one.”
“What have you seen her doing?” he asked.
“Topless suntanning out by the pool, and she’s dragged at least two members of staff up to their suite for some ... yeah,” I said.
“Of staff, or my staff?”
“One was your staff,” I said after a moment. “Travis, earlier today.”
“How much earlier?” Ash groaned, pinching the bridge of his nose.
“Fifteen minutes ago?” I guessed. “A little less, probably.”
Ash closed his eyes and let out a long breath. “OK, he was off shift at least,” he said. Then he opened his eyes again. “What are we going to do about this... guest?” The last bit sounded an awful lot like it was supposed to be ‘slut,’ but even in private Ash couldn’t bring himself to disparage a VIP guest.
I also noted that it was ‘we,’ not asking advice for ‘I.’ But then, I’d looped him into my two crazy situations, so it was only fair.
“I’m meeting with Ada, the blonde assistant, in a few minutes and was planning to bring up the thing with the staff already,” I offered. “I’ll mention the, uh, dildo incident as well. I don’t know what else we can do in terms of enforcement without escalating, though. I think, technically, she wasn’t breaking any laws or rules if she was in a bikini. All she’d need to say is that she’s headed to the pool.
“That is what she said,” Ash growled. “I pointed out that displaying a sex toy in public wasn’t exactly considered ‘decency,’ and she just laughed and said she had it covered, then kept on walking. It was very obvious, Robbie.”
“OK,” I said. “I believe you. Look, I went up to their suite yesterday afternoon to talk about their party, and she was having loud sex with the door to her bedroom just standing open, and then came out completely in the nude when she was done. I don’t know if that woman has boundaries. Let me talk to Ada first, see if that might help anything. If it doesn’t...”
“If it doesn’t, I have to push it up the chain,” Ash said.
We both knew that no one wanted that. Not our bosses, not their bosses. Not with the straight line connection to Rashid Al Maktoum and the risks associated with questioning his personal guests.
“I’ll be right there beside you if we need to do that,” I promised him. “Seriously, Ash. I will. Dayana will jump in too. A united front will help.”
“Fine, OK,” Ash sighed, his shoulders finally loosening as he let the stress he’d been holding go. “I just- Who does that? I mean, I’ve seen some crazy shit in the middle of the night - it’s Vegas, it comes with the territory. But in the middle of the day, not even tipsy?”
“I don’t know, man,” I shook my head, patting him on the arm. “I really don’t know.”
I left him fixing his hair, slipping out the side exit instead of weaving around the front desk area, and took a moment in the quiet nook where that door was to let out a frustrated breath of my own. Needing to go above and beyond for a VIP was one thing, but this was something else completely. Vera and Nikolina were a bit much, even for Las Vegas standards.
The Gallery for the Vaso was technically on the second floor, though it felt more like ‘Floor 1.5’ because most of the first floor had extra-high ceilings that spanned both the main concourse and the majority of the casino. A grand staircase off of the concourse led up to a big balcony we called ‘the Atrium’, and it overlooked the concourse, ‘restaurant alley’ where the slightly-less posh places to eat and the two main bars were, the lobby area outside of the theatres, and out the big glass windows at the pool area. We were technically able to use the Atrium for events, though we rarely did unless it was for a conference. A left turn off the stairs would bring me towards the ballrooms and my usual domain, but a right turn led to the Gallery.
Tracy had the entrance done up in a gorgeous display to match the extravagant mosaic floor the Owners had installed during construction, the entire wall looking like the rich and verdant entryway into some ancient sheikh’s oasis retreat. The space wasn’t really considered one of the hotel’s top amenities when it came to popular destinations for tourists, and Tracy frequently complained that many of the guests didn’t appreciate what was at their fingertips. But then, that wasn’t necessarily the point of the Gallery. It wasn’t really for the public; it was for the Owners. On the front end it was a cultural feather in their cap; the wealthy Persian and Arabic families who were on the Board could show off their personal art collections at a whim, flashing their wealth and the fact that for once in history they owned pieces of British, European and American history rather than the other way around. And on the back end, it was a ripe spot for the accountants to dig into tax write-offs, cultural grants, and likely some shady transferring of assets between the owners.
My fellow Event Coordinator didn’t care about much more than the art, though, and celebrating it appropriately.
And thankfully, she wasn’t around when I stuck my head inside the glass doors of the Gallery, because she would definitely try to listen in on my conversation with Ada. Three security guards were on hand even though Tracy wasn’t, and I nodded at Janey, the closest one, a burly Samoan woman who looked a little like a bulldog. She smirked and nodded back, flashing me a four and a two with her fingers. There were six people in the gallery at the moment, a quad and a pair. I nodded my thanks to her and stepped back out and to the side of the door, pulling out my phone to look busy but only cursorily checking to see if I had any new messages. The group chat with the girls was quiet for the moment, and the emails in my inbox were CCs and not directly to me, so I took my moment of quiet as a gift and just breathed.
I’d fucking kissed Dayana!
The sound of high heels on the mosaic tiles had me looking up, and I almost groaned, seeing Ada.