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Part Five: Vegas Trip

I made us Gin and tonics.  At first, we looked out over the town, quietly. I used the time to figure out what to do – what was happening.

I talked with Terry for a bit while Perlah used my bathroom. She’d just celebrated her 40th birthday, was divorced and had one son starting his first year at UNLV. She talked about what it’s been like living by herself for the first time. Terry was candid – talked about how ironic that she’s been getting hit on for twenty years, and now that she got the house to herself and can have sex anytime she wants, there’s nobody around to fuck. She had recently added a couple toys to her “collection.”

Perlah returned before I’d heard Terry’s complete life story and all her secrets.

“Terry’s finally got her house to herself and evidently she can’t find someone to, um, help her appreciate her new privacy,” I said.

(What? She shared all this personal stuff, why can’t I discuss it?)

Judging by her response, Perlah had already been briefed on Terry’s situation.

I wasn’t feeling too sorry for Terry –  she was quintessential “MILF” – she was already appearing in fantasies and bucket lists all over the world. And, I’m sure many guys would fuck her just to see her breasts. Yes, by “many guys,” I mean, me.

It was around 1:30 when Perlah reminded us that she was expected to be getting off work at 2.

“I should probably leave by 2:30, or 2:45 the very latest.”

I thought it was A fairly generous allowance given her situation.

“Unless…” I schemed, “Maybe they are having you work a second shift to cover for the other dealer who got sick?”‘

“He knows that wouldn’t happen.”

“Speaking of leaving,” Terry said, “I think I’ll be going. Do you want me to walk with you to get an Uber Perlah, or are you good?”

I almost asked Terry to show me her tits –  but thankfully I caught the idea before it left my mouth.

(Yes, I too think it’s a bit shallow for a grown man to fixate upon a woman’s knockers.. in fact, I have often wrestled with this question: is it shallow or immoral to want a woman’s body, and if so, how much reason, other than her boobs, do I need in order to  want someone’s tits without being shallow? None at all according to author Alain de Botton  – who talks about sexual attraction on this youtube video..

Alain thinks we shouldn’t discount physical attraction nor feel shallow or ashamed for appreciating someone’s exterior; because we’re essentially reading their “inside” – identifying and appreciating deeper aspects of a person; furthermore, Alain argues that appreciating, or wanting someone’s body, is how our minds unconsciously read a a person’s genetic history and can predict the healthiness probability of their future offspring.

To explain attraction, Alain suggests that we are all looking for whatever our subconscious feels it lacks from childhood, and we feel attraction when we sense that someone might have it; we desire people who can fulfill our emotional dependencies – basically looking for “a fix,” to to cope with the unconscious trauma of our earliest years. Ultimately, what we’re all just looking for on a deep, subconscious level –  including me by wanting to see Terry’s huge tits, is equilibrium. According to Alain anyway.)

“Sure you don’t want another drink?” I asked.

“Tempting, but I should probably get going….”

Perlah walked out my door with Terry and for a moment I thought she might leave with her. They were talking for a few minutes, I could here but not make out what was being said. I was preparing myself for the worst.
Finally, Perlah came back in.

to be continued – see next post for part five

 

Las Vegas Story – Part Three – Hotel Room

The dealer Perlah was drinking a water when I found her. After meeting her co-worker, I offered to buy them both a drink. The co-worker, (I think her name was “Terry,” but it could have been Jerry – some girl name that sounded like a guy’s) ordered a corona.

I was amused by Perlah’s choice – Patron silver on ice with a lemon wedge – and she wasn’t scared of it, downed it before I tasted the second half of my martini. I offered her another, she ordered another Patron, this time reassuring me that she takes Uber to work.

I wanted to know what went right this time – why were we there?.

“Thanks for inviting me to join you, I thought perhaps it was against the rules – as a dealer or whatever? Do you usually come here after work?”

I was actually wanting to know if she met up with customers like this often, and make sure her motives were romantic – or, at least, not professional. You never know.

“Often on Saturdays I’ll stay for a drink because my kids stay at my moms on the weekends, and I get off early. My other days I don’t get off until 3:00am. My husband doesn’t know that I work less hours on Saturday, so I get a little bit of time to unwind.”

Okay, I know what some of you are thinking. No, I did not know she was married. She was old enough and good looking enough to likely be married – but being a dancing dealer didn’t seem like a wife type of job. I assumed she was single but wasn’t particularly disappointed to find out she was married.

I still had to know if I was a special case or just this Saturday’s diversion.

“You are the first dealer I’ve ever had a drink with, do you invite many players to join you… I mean, thank you – to what do I owe the honor?”

“No, god no! You are cute and.. I’m not really sure, was sort of a spontaneous decision, should I not have?”

“Definitely not, but I’m glad you did.”

“Glad I did eh, why is that?”

“Glad because .. um, having fun so far… but really because you’re gorgeous, if I have to be honest about it.”

“Okay, good answer, I guess I’ll stay for another drink.”

We had three more drinks if I’m remembering correctly. I found out she invited a guy one other time a few months ago. She said he wasn’t a very good kisser so it didn’t go very far. I’m not sure whether or not she meant to convey all the information I received from the story, but it was almost everything I needed to know.

Knowing that the only thing that stopped the last guy was bad kissing, I dropped my guard and huddled in closer. We started kissing – and it seemed I would not be suffering the same fate as the last guy.

Perlah asked where I was staying and I invited the two up for a drink in my room – my hotel was about a block away. I’d splurged a little and got a pretty good room with a great view. I expected the other girl Terry to excuse herself but instead she quickly accepted the invitation, so all three of left The Golden Nugget and headed towards my room.

I locked arms with Perlah and extended a friendly hand to Jessy, and the three of us walked the whole way, arm in arm, with me between them… I had a few horny thoughts along the way. I was more attracted to Perlah, but Jessy’s enormous breasts knocking against my chest kept my mind open to other possibilities.

By the time we got to my room, I’d decided I needed to see Jessy’s breasts if possible. I know, give me an inch and I’ll wonder about the mile.