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Her hand finds its way onto my thigh as the show continues, her eyes never leave the stage and her breaths pant at the more erotic content. I can’t help but be mesmerized by her beauty, her long hair cascading down her shoulders and her eyes sparkling with excitement. Or the fact her hand is no longer on my thigh but stroking my cock.
I can’t tear my eyes away from Barbi as she fists me to orgasm, her expression full of sexual arousal as the performers contort and twist in breathtaking displays of skill and eroticism. The heat between us is explosive, our attraction growing stronger with each passing moment.
When the show finally comes to an end, I put myself back together and we stumble out of the theater in a daze, our bodies still humming with the electric energy of the performance.
“Wow.” Barbi’s voice is breathless as she clings to my arm. “That was intense.”
“Intense doesn’t even begin to cover it.” Only I’m not talking about the performance.
When Barbi and I met, I fingered her to orgasm in front of a crowded dance floor. There’s something about the thrill of getting away with having sex in a public place that hits all my buttons. Not once did I expect Barbi to flip things around on me, but she did. This woman never ceases to amaze me.
We decide to continue our wild night by trying our hand at gambling. Slot machines ring and patrons cheer winners who can’t believe their luck. As we make our way through the crowded gaming floor, the vibe changes.
Gets more serious.
This is where the real gambling happens.
I whisper in Barbi’s ear. “Do you trust me?”
She turns to face me, a mischievous smile on her lips. “Completely.”
As we walk through the casino, Barbi’s hand tightly grips mine, her excitement and nervousness electric. I love knowing I’m the one who makes her heart race like this.
I take her hand and lead her to a roulette table, where I place a bet on red. The ball spins around the wheel, clacking away, while I wait for the result. When the ball lands on red, I let out a whoop of excitement. Barbi hugs me tightly, her body pressing against mine.
Our fortunes rise and fall as we gamble the night away, our winnings sometimes substantial and sometimes nonexistent. Through it all, I enjoy not only the thrill of the games but Barbi’s company. Once we’re back in the black, I take our winnings and cash out.
“Ready for more? Or tired and want to go back to the room?” It’s late. Somewhere between Oh-dark-thirty and sunrise, fatigue pulls at me, but the energy on the strip never wanes. If anything, it pulses with greater vitality as the night slips to early morning.
“Back to the hotel, I guess.” Barbi squeezes my hand. “Do you mind if we walk the Strip?”
“Not at all.”
We leave the casino hand in hand, our laughter filling the night air as we wander aimlessly through the dazzling lights and attractions. The city is alive, pulsing with energy, and while we’re both eager to explore its myriad delights, our bed is calling to us.
But then, suddenly, Barbi stops. She cants her head to the side. “Do you hear that?”
I strain my ears, following the sound of lively music and boisterous laughter to a nearby karaoke bar.
“Let’s check it out.” Barbi’s excitement is glorious to behold.
“You like karaoke?”
“Who doesn’t?”
“People who can’t sing.” Basically tone deaf, public singing is something I avoid. “But if you want to check it out, I’m in.” I steer her toward the karaoke bar, curious to hear her sing. At least, I assume that’s the plan.
Together we enter the crowded establishment and are greeted by a raucous wedding party, their infectious enthusiasm impossible to resist.
“Newcomers!” Two women pull us through the throng, right up to the stage. “You have to sing a song for the brides and grooms.”
Brides and grooms?
With panic seizing my throat, I try to figure out how I’m going to get out of this, but there’s no way out. Barbi and I are thrust onto the stage where we find ourselves swept up in the festivities, singing and dancing the night away with this group of total strangers who somehow become our newfound friends.
They also turn out to be a group of brides and grooms. Not one lucky couple, but five couples planning a group wedding in Vegas.
I mean, why not?
