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“Roger that,” I smiled. “Lauren out.”
I hit the red button, and the time popped up. Three hours, maybe a little more. That’s all I had.
Three more hours to cancel. To change my mind. To bury these ridiculous thoughts of doing the craziest thing I’d ever done, in the wildest city on Earth.
Or I could simply relax and enjoy it.
College-age best friends…
Holy shit, that part had me crossing my legs. These guys were in their early twenties. Maybe even nineteen! I was a full ten years older than them. An entire decade, their senior…
Young guys like that, don’t they?
Some did, I definitely knew. When Victoria got divorced she dated a few younger guys, some of them more than five years her junior. She called them ‘overly enthusiastic’. And apparently she’d enjoyed every second of that enthusiasm, almost as much as we’d loved hearing stories about it.
Besides, thirty wasn’t that old. It was practically twenty-nine. Practically mid-to-late twenties, when you really thought about it.
Married at 19… I thought to myself glumly. You were such an idiot.
Yes, yes I was. I’d wasted ten years with Rob. More, if you counted the year we dated right out of high school. I’d only been with three other guys. That’s it. Four whole lovers in my entire life…
And tonight, if everything went well, I was going to add fifty-percent more.
Can you really do it?
It was a good question. A great question. I turned to my right, where the Luxor’s massive Sphinx stood silent and sentinel.
“Whaddya think, big guy?” I asked out loud. “Yes or no?”
The huge stone sculpture gazed back at me impassively, guarding its secrets. Maybe it knew. Maybe it didn’t. Either way, it stayed completely neutral.
“You’re no help at all,” I sighed forlornly. I stood there another few moments in mute contemplation, absorbing the sights and sounds of the city strip.
Then, spinning on one heel, I finally raised my arm to hail a cab.
Five
LAUREN
The Lily was already bustling by the time I got there. It was a beautifully-decorated lounge. All plush seats and pillows and tuffets, with enough group seating to accommodate several private parties and loose social gatherings.
I got there early, and took the first empty seat at the bar. I was dressed to impress. Dark, thigh-high stockings hidden beneath a sexy black midi skirt, slit with a triangle of lace up one side. I had strapped-heel pumps. A white top that plunged just enough to show off my assets, walking the razor edge between sexy and slutty.
It was a head-turning outfit, even by Vegas standards. But hey, I knew exactly what I was there for.
And so did the guys who were coming to meet me.
It occurred to me as I sat there sipping on a glass of Merlot that I didn’t even know what they looked like. They’d described themselves as handsome and physically fit, but that’s really all I knew about them.
And college-age. Don’t forget that part.
I’d sent them pictures of myself, but hadn’t even asked for any in return. I didn’t know if they were tall or short. Dark or light haired. They could be any race, any creed… hell, they could be any pair of youngish guys who walked through the door!
I felt suddenly vulnerable. Like I was putting myself out there, on display for the whole world, just for the sake of—
It’s just a drink, Lauren, I scolded myself. One little drink.
I forced myself to calm down. I was nervous enough, knowing what I was doing. What they were proposing to do to me, if the three of us somehow ‘hit it off.’
