What Happens In Vegas Is Happening To Me Dammit!
Last night, I flew in and visited an old friend who is now a black jack dealer at The Palms Casino. He has connections to a few hotspots as well as wild women who love to party til the bras come off. He wasn’t much of a partier himself as he grew out of the phase, but he was up to hanging out with me and the buddy I flew in with. We were up and out of his condo in about half an hour, and headed out for some Sin City night life.
We decided to hit up Ghostbar, which is an open-air deck (in The Palms) that offers amazing 180-degree views of the Vegas Strip. Here, we met with 3 of his lady friends and mingled for a bit. After two glasses of Beautiful (Remy Martin and Hennessy mixed, straight up) warmed me up, we went to Body English over at Hard Rock Hotel and bumped and grinded with our potential one-night-standers. I paired up with a cute UNLV chick—who was definitely fuckable.
After about 2 hours of partying, I began to feel my eyes rolling to the back of my fucking head. I didn’t do anything hard, cuz all I do is smoke weed, but I felt like dancing and dancing some more and began to drown in sweat. I noticed my chick’s eyes rolling in all sorts of places and asked her what the hell was going on. “Do you feel it?” the tramp asked. She spiked my bottle of beer with some Ecstacy. I wanted to bitch-slap the cunt, but holy shit, was I feeling good—great, actually!
Next thing I know, we’re up in a hotel room (not sure if we were still at The Hard Rock) and we went at it like we were both sexual predators. I smacked it up, flipped it, and rubbed it down to my recollection—and we were still going at it while the sun was beginning to rise. This slut reminded me of Melissa on FuckHeRight.com. Because of her tight little cunt and an appetite for cock, I might need a two-night stand with this bitch.
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