Chapter 34

Kate and Ben motioned for us all to join them. They were both grinning as Ben made an announcement. “We plan on having a big wedding ceremony when we get back, but for the sake of our little guy – and the IRS -- we thought it would be a good idea to have a legal wedding take place this year. Tomorrow is the last day of the year, so we’d like you to join us as we get married here in Las Vegas if you’re not busy.”

I had known that it was eventually coming, but it was still a shock. Everyone was hugging both of them, and, the feeling of her body against me when it was my turn was another shock. It was the familiar feeling and scent of ‘My Kate’, and I had to force myself to let her go. It must have affected her too, because I felt a slight shudder run through her body as we pulled apart, and she diverted her eyes when I tried to look into them.

Mr. O’Leary and his friend had been watching and they came over to see what was happening as soon as they saw the hugging. He said, “Hi, Ben,” when they got close. It turned out that they knew each other through business dealings, and after a few rounds of ‘what-a-small-world’ comments, Mr. O’Leary invited everyone to his suite for a drink and to, as he phrased it, “Let the young people do their thing.”

Kris and I decided to stay, and the hall door had barely closed behind them when a cheer went up and some people dashed into the bedroom. I looked at Kristen, and she wore a somewhat pained expression on her face. She said, “Things are going to get a little wilder now, so don’t be surprised.” I said, “What are they doing in the bedroom?”

“They’re bringing the heavier stuff out; Coke, grass, and probably some pills.”

“Uhh, Kristen, I’ve done some grass, but never anything else.”

“Don’t worry, Dear; I haven’t either. Barry and I both decided that grass was it, so we didn’t try anything else. Just pretend to go along, and we’ll be fine. It actually gets kind of crazy now, and it can be fun to watch.” And crazy it was.

The hosts locked the outer door to the main room, so that nobody could get in from the hallway, then most everyone went into one of the large bedrooms.

The room was so blue with grass smoke in about two minutes that they had to open windows. Someone put a mirror down and dumped a bunch of white powder on it. Two girls immediately began arranging the stuff into lines. Another guy yelled “M&Ms anyone?” as he poured a selection of different colored pills into a bowl.

One girl was lighting some pre-made joints and passing them around. She took a deep hit when she got to me, and it looked like she was going to kiss me! Kristen put her hand between us, pushed her away, and took the joint from her, then she took a hit, kissed me, and let the smoke drift into my mouth. We shared the joint, but we used it sparingly, and aside from a small buzz, I don’t think either of us was much affected by it. A lot of the others weren’t sparing in their usage at all, and I watched in amazement as their behavior rapidly became more bizarre.

This was not the crowd I was used to. These weren’t teenagers; they were guys and gals in their early to mid-twenties from rich families, and they were acting crazier every minute. One girl, a tall blonde, kicked her shoes off and jumped on the bed. She had a joint in her mouth, and she put her arms in the air and began dancing to the music from the other room while taking puffs off the joint. The guys started hooting at her and she responded by pulling the top of her dress down. She had beautiful tits, but they didn’t sway or move when she danced, so I leaned down and whispered to Kris, “It’s almost miraculous what modern medicine can do.” She laughed and took a hit off our doobie.

She giggled, “Yes. She’s Brandy, formerly the ‘Girl of the Five Bs’.” Kris must have seen the confusion on my face, and said, “The poor girl was short-changed by Mother Nature in the breast department. She stayed almost flat-chested all through puberty, high school, and college. Her middle name is Elizabeth, so her nickname is Betty and her last college boyfriend thought that he was being clever when he started calling her the ‘Girl of the Five Bs’.”

She stopped talking to take another hit, then kissed me. I was distracted, but eventually remembered to inhale the smoke. I half-heartedly pondered what Kris had said while we continued to view the live sex show in front of us. I almost silently admitted defeat after a while. “Okay, Sweetie, what’s the punch line?” She giggled again, then whispered, “The boyfriend, Ted, said that she was ‘Brandy Betty the Boobless Blonde Babe’, or ‘the Girl of the Five Bs’. He was too insensitive to understand why she dumped him. She turned 25 last year, and could access her trust fund without the trustee’s permission. The first thing she bought was that medical miracle you commented on. She’s been celebrating the results ever since, and her girlfriend, June, simply adores helping her celebrate.”

I mulled this over while Brandy moved and puffed, then moved and puffed some more. Still at low volume, I said, “Okay, I can understand why she got rid of Ted the Jerk, but why turn to girls because of him?” Kristen snickered. “She didn’t; she’s a switch-hitter. As a matter of fact, June was her friend and lover prior to Brandy purchasing her new breasts.”

Another girl, also tall but a brunette, then jumped on the bed in front of Brandy. I muttered to Kris, “I take it that June the helpful girlfriend has now joined in?” Kris nodded. June also pulled her top down and the two danced together and began rubbing their nipples on each other. The first girl, Brandy, took a huge hit off her joint, then gave June a long, sensuous kiss while everyone in the room shouted encouragement. The brunette, groaning now, dropped to her knees when they broke the kiss, and pulled the blonde’s dress and panties completely off. Brandy closed her eyes, leaned her head back, and continued swaying to the music as June began making love to her pussy.

Brandy’s crotch was completely shaved, and she had a tattoo of a tiger on her mound. The tiger had a long tongue that disappeared into her hairless vagina. Thinking about how much getting that tattoo must have hurt made me cringe. June suddenly buried her face in Brandy’s crotch and began vigorously eating her to hoots and raunchy cries from the crowd. I have to admit that watching them was very sexy, and I could feel myself getting hard. I knew that it would soon be obvious in the thin pants that I was wearing, so I moved over behind Kristen. She felt it, grinned, and began swaying against me, so I had a raging hardon before long.

The scene on the bed soon grew even more interesting. The brunette pulled her dress off and lay on her back. She began rubbing her pussy and watching the blonde seductively dance over her, then the blonde slowly lowered herself until her pussy was just touching the brunette’s face. The room grew quiet as June’s eating became frenzied. Brandy started hitting the mattress with her fists, then mumbled something that I couldn’t understand. Sucking and slurping noises filled the room, and I think that every guy in had a hardon.

The blonde pretty soon started moaning and humping the brunette’s face. Brandy suddenly gasped, and a river of fluid ran out of her and onto the second girl, which triggered whistles and wild applause from the people in the room. One of the guys then jumped on the bed. He pulled his pants off and began kissing the blonde. They sank to the bed and immediately started fucking. The brunette got on her knees next to them and began rubbing her own pussy with one hand and massaging the guy’s balls with the other. I bent to Kristen and quietly said, “Wow, this is pretty wild stuff. Does it always go on like this?”

“Yeah, pretty much. Barry used to insist we leave about now.”

“It sounds like he was a better guy than I first suspected.”

“He was actually, but not for the reason you think. He wanted to leave because he was scared that he might be called on to participate and knew that he couldn’t. The funny thing is that I’ve heard from one of the girls that he has been regularly having sex with Dolly.”

I grinned and said, “Well, that’s easy to explain. You are so gorgeous that you intimidated him!” Kristen shook her head and turned to go into the big room. I was suddenly exposed when she did. The girl with the eyeshadow was standing next to me, and she yelled, “Holy Shit! Look, Girls, it’s huge,” as she grabbed my erection when she saw it. I tried to push her away, but she had a real grip on it, and the other girls in the room started to crowd around me.

Kristen attempted to get back and rescue me, but everyone in the room was looking now, and the girls kept pushing her away. The eyeshadow girl released my erection at the same time that someone else pulled my pants down. My cock sprang to attention which brought a cheer from the girls, and they began to jostle each other to get a better look. Things were getting out of hand. The situation was embarrassing and I was uncomfortable. I don’t mind nudity, but these girls were acting crudely. All they seemed to care about was my cock, not my feelings. Even the porn-makers at Delight had showed me more consideration. I also knew that Kristen was annoyed. I tried to push the girls away, but they were insistent and there was little I could do without getting violent.

A body suddenly jumped in front of me. Amy had thrown herself between the girls and me, and she screamed, “Stop it!” I had time to pull my pants up just as Kristen bulled her way to me, and stood beside Amy, facing the group. It was actually a little comical. I was the biggest guy in the room. I weigh nearly as much as Kristen and Amy put together, and they were standing there protecting me.

The girl with the eye shadow then made a mistake. She said to Amy, “Hey, Fancy-pants! I thought he was your brother. What’s the matter, do you want to keep that big cock of his all to yourself?” I don’t know whether it was Kristen or Amy who swung first, but Amy’s clenched fist connected with the girl’s nose at the same time as Kristen’s hit her on the side of the head. Blood flew as the cock-grabber hit the floor. There was a second of shocked quiet before the guys in the room started cheering.

The next thing that happened was also funny. Chip came running over to break things up, only to be met by two pissed off girls standing side by side with their fists raised. He actually skidded on the carpet when he tried to stop. Kristen grabbed Amy’s free hand in one of hers and mine in the other, and said, “Let’s get out of here.” We headed out through the main room. Chip was pleading with Amy not to leave, but she was ignoring him. We spotted Mom coming toward us when we opened the hall door. She stopped and said, “Hey, you guys, you gotta come with me.” We fell in behind her and followed her to the main casino. Chip was still trying to talk with Amy, but she was still ignoring him. She finally told him to ‘Shut up’.

Nearly all the big hotels in Las Vegas have huge showrooms. That’s where the big name acts perform, and tickets can run over a hundred dollars each for a regular performance. They also usually have several smaller, open showrooms spread around the casino area where lesser known acts appear to entertain the people who are gambling. Mom took us to one that had a small band on stage, and they seemed to be waiting for something. Mr. O’Leary, his friend, Ben, and Kate were sitting at a table.

Kate stood up and grinned when we walked up. She asked me, “Do you want to try one more Tango before I get too fat?” Chip said, “What’s happening?” Amy said, “Be quiet and sit down, Chip,” then she turned to Kristen and asked her, “Have you ever seen them dance?” Kristen shook her head, and Amy said, “Wait until you see this. You’re not going to believe it!”

Mom, Kate, and I went to the dance floor while the bandleader made an announcement about ‘something special’, and we took our positions. The band started into a tango and we began. It was as though we had never quit practicing. Both women had their ‘Look’ on, and I don’t think I ever saw either one look more stunning with the special stage lighting. You couldn’t tell that Kate was pregnant. Her moves were, if anything, even sexier than last time. I was strongly concentrating, and I tried to make each exaggerated movement and pose a little more dramatic than the last one.

It wasn’t until towards the end that I felt Kate start to tire, so I lightened up on her and concentrated the higher throws on Mom. The ‘Big finish’ normally is when I throw Kate high in the air, but Mom whispered to me, “Switch us for the finish.” I glanced at Kate, and she nodded ever so slightly, then murmured, “Thanks, Beth.”

I was holding Mom firmly against me. She had her right leg so tightly wrapped around me that she wasn’t actually touching the floor. Kate was close against my back, and the three of us were moving as one. Then, so quietly that only the girls could hear me, I said, “Change.” I threw Mom into the air and turned around to face Kate, who immediately wrapped her leg around me. Mom was in the same position Kate had been a second before when she landed. Kate then threw herself backwards across my knee, the music ended, and we all held our arms skyward.

There seemed to be a lot of applause, but the stage lights were so bright that I couldn’t see anything. Then I looked down at Kate, and saw a million stars in her eyes from the stage lights. She was so beautiful that I couldn’t help myself and I bent to kiss her, but she turned her head and we ended up hugging. She whispered, “I’ll always love you, my darling,” when her lips were next to my ear, and she immediately stood up. The applause seemed to go on and on and I was surprised to see a big crowd of people standing and applauding when we walked off the stage and I could see again.

We were standing on the edge of the stage when Kristen rushed to me and hugged me. She said, “My God, Pete, that was incredible,” then she did the same to Mom and Kate. Mr. O’Leary came up to a smiling Mom with an amazed look on his face. He looked like he wanted to jump her bones right there on the stage. I think that he might have told her so, because she threw her head back and laughed out loud.

I was watching her and smiling when the wildest looking girl I ever saw, grabbed me by the hand and pulled me backwards towards the stage where another one just like her stood waiting. It took me a second to understand what was happening. They were Vegas dancers in full makeup. They both had to be close to six feet tall, because their eyes were level with mine in their heels, and they were wearing headdresses that added another two feet to their height. They looked almost nude at first glance, but as close as I was, I could see that they were wearing full, flesh-colored body suits, with sequins at the crotch and nipples. They positioned themselves on each side of me, and one of them whispered, “Stand up straight and look straight ahead.”

The band started playing a tune with a heavy downbeat, and the dancers turned their heads toward me and began moving and swaying in time with the music. I started moving with them as soon as I picked up the beat, staring intently at first one, then the other, exaggerating each move. We started moving round the floor, and they began following me while circling around me like spokes on a wheel. These girls were good. They had obviously done this a lot, because they were just an arm’s length away from me, and I don’t think the space between us varied more than a few inches. I knew that our dance must have looked good to the audience, and I began to realize what the girls were doing. They were entertaining the crowd by making an amateur look good – or so they thought, but they didn’t know about the years that I had spent watching Mom teaching dance and the many hours I had spent in dance class.

Mom was still standing on the edge of the stage, and I reached for her the next time we passed by her. She immediately knew what I was up to, and she moved in sync with me. We danced our ‘no-touch’ number, where we are about an inch apart without actually touching. Our arms were either over our heads or I would pretend to be caressing her butt. We had practiced this hundreds of times in front of a mirror, and the fact that we weren’t actually touching made it look even sexier. We knew each other’s moves extremely well – so well that we almost instinctively acted and reacted. Our bodies were so close that I could feel the heat flowing from her, and that caused what Mom called my ‘Always’ problem to appear.

The problem that I always had, Mom or not, was that I would invariably get a hardon. She used to tease me about ‘Always’ getting it, but that was when we were home in front of a mirror. This was on stage in Las Vegas, and she realized that we would have to quickly do something before I embarrassed myself. So she looked at Amy and Kristen standing by the edge of the stage, and she reached for Kristen when we danced by, but Kristen had just turned away to say something to someone and was suddenly out of reach. My quick-thinking mother grabbed Amy and pulled her between us and stepped back.

I grabbed Amy around the waist and whispered, “Wrap your legs around me!” She did, and I began twirling in the direction opposite to the dancers and intensely staring at Amy, whose face was so close that our noses were almost touching. I think that it looked good to the audience, but my cock was trapped between us now, and it was fully hard, and pressing Amy between her legs. There were now five of us on stage. The dancers were still circling us, I was holding Amy close to me, and Mom was pretending to caress our bodies as we moved to the music. We had never practiced this, but I knew it must have looked very sexy from the audience’s point of view.

I was thankful that the song ended just then, because I was getting tired from holding Amy. I let Amy stand up, but I kept her against me, so that my still fully engorged penis wouldn’t stick out, and we all bowed to the audience. They applauded wildly and so did the dancers. Amy kept herself pressed against me as we applauded the dancers in return. One of them leaned close on our way off stage, and said, “Nice going! See our manager if you need a job, he’s always interested in dancers.”

Amy, Mom and I worked our way to the table, and they both grinned at me when I gratefully sat down and covered myself. I said to Mom, “How did we get to do this?” She looked at Mr. O’Leary and said, “Ben was telling everyone how we danced, so Josh hired the band during their break. The dancers were here watching, and I guess they decided to join in.”

Kristen rushed to me and hugged me. She said, “My God, Pete, that was incredible.” Even Ben and Mr. O’Leary were on their feet congratulating the three of us, and I said, “Oh, my sisters just make me look good.” Mom and Amy shook their heads, but did smile at me. Chip had been hanging back, not saying much. He suddenly said, “Hey, why don’t we go someplace where we can all dance?”

Everybody agreed that it was a good idea, but the girls wanted to freshen up first, so we agreed to meet in the lobby in twenty minutes. They had put on low-heeled shoes and Amy had changed into a skirt and blouse when they showed up. The exotic look was gone, but she looked even cuter than before if anything.

O’Leary’s friend excused himself as a third wheel, so Mr. O’Leary suggested that we all ride with him when Ben mentioned that we would follow Mom and him in a cab. Chip wanted Amy to ride in his fancy car, so the four of us got in with Mr. O’Leary and they followed us. Chip roared around us On the way and took off.

I expressed concern about Amy, but Mr. O’Leary laughed and said, “What’s the use of having a car that costs as much as a house unless you can impress a girl with it?” Everybody laughed, but I was a little bothered. We arrived at what appeared from the outside to be a small Italian restaurant. Mr. O’Leary led us through the place to a nice sized ballroom after we entered. There was a full band and a number of people on the dance floor, but I didn’t see Amy or Chip. Mom whispered back, “Relax! I’m sure he took the long way. Wouldn’t you?” when I mentioned that fact to her.

I was a lot bothered this time, though I tried not to let it show. Everybody seemed to know Mr. O’Leary, and we were immediately seated. A gray-haired man then came to the table, shook hands with Mr. O’Leary, and started speaking broken English to everyone. Kristen jumped up and started talking to him in Italian, and they talked, laughed, and hugged each other for the next five minutes.

Kristen said, “I can’t believe it,” when she sat down, “The man is from a village right next to where my grandpa lives. He actually knows him!” The gray-haired man began waving his hands at the waiters. Bottles of wine, and a little later, huge plates of pasta, started appearing on the table before long. I leaned to Kristen and said, “Does he know we’re under age?”

“Yup, he said not to worry.” Amy strode in, followed by a woeful-looking Chip just as the staffers finished setting the bottles of wine down, and they sat at our table. I leaned to her and whispered, “Why is he upset?” She whispered back, “He was driving like a maniac, so I made him stop and I drove here. He kept complaining that nobody else had ever driven his car, but I told him that I was going to take a taxi if I didn’t drive. Boy, is it a neat car.”

The restaurant people served a great dinner. We all ate until we were stuffed, and drank bottle after bottle of what Kristen said was excellent wine. I had a pretty fair buzz on when they cleared the table and we all started dancing. I noticed that Chip only had one glass, so I asked him why. He sighed and said that he didn’t dare drink when he was driving what he called his ‘baby’ because the police were always stopping him to check it out.