Not the Vegas Weekend I Expected (closed)

[wickedpen]

"Hello Vegas!" I said walking off the plane, stripping my mask, the airline forced me to wear, off and feeling the Nevada heat on my pale skin. I was finally getting some me time, and on the company's expense account, I thought as I strode through the airport turning heads with the low cut red dress I slipped on in the plane bathroom before landing. My business suit was in my carry on, but this girl was ready to party.

I worked my five foot six, newly renovated body from months trapped in the house with my boring family. The new Peloton was a god send and the looks I was getting made every mile in the dark predawn hours worth it. My legs were thin and ass tight as it had been in my twenties. The added sit ups flattened my abs and accentuated my assets. I had let my hair grow and now my dark waves ran over my shoulders and covered my emerald green eyes when I wanted to be coy.

I let the air cap open the taxi door for me as I stepped in under his attentive view, and said "the Bellagio, please."

"You should wear a mask mam." the older driver said through the Plexiglas partition.

"If I get sick, I won't know until after this weekend." I said carelessly. "I would rather get sick than miss this opportunity. I really need this." I continued making it clear I was here to party, as my mind and body were in sync, and not about work.

I scanned my phone and went to the elevator as directed and rode to nearly the top floor before getting out and into my room which overlooked the strip. I was so excited I nearly stripped and gave myself a quickee, but decided to keep that until later when I was with someone who might enhance it.

Looking at he phone's message light blinking, I assumed it was one of my colleagues inviting me to some boring corporate cocktail party. I picked up the receiver and pressed "6" for voicemail to find out who to tell I was delayed in Chicago, before heading out for the night.

 

[georgerb]

I sat in a relatively quiet corner of the bar, not that any part of the Bellagio, nor Vegas, was really quiet. New York had nothing on the 24 hour happenings in Vegas. As the waitress set a new drink in front of me and swished away with the old glass, I watched the elevator doors close as she turned to face them and go up to her room.

Red always was her favorite color and that dress definitely defined a well maintained body after all these years. When she finished her check in and headed to the elevators, she had that swag to her walk as if she owned the place. That same walk I’d seen numerous times in the past in her own house at all those family gatherings.

I was still reminiscing if this was the right decision to be here. I kept coming up with “yes, dammit” as the answer. Still not sure why after these years it seemed important to confront her...but in doing it, there was some satisfaction in just planning it. Debbie, my sister-in-law, had done plenty in the past to torment me, yet always acted the innocent. She loved being the center of attention and that usually meant someone was paying the price. Me.

This weekend, maybe she would get some payback for all those times where she loved to tease me and more so embarrass me and her sister. I wondered how long it might be before she listened to the VM I left on her room phone.

 

[wickedpen]

I looked at myself in the mirror over the obligatory desk in the room, where the phone was and I was waiting for the voice mail message. I looked at myself and thought, "Damn girl, you look amazing!" I brought my hand up my ribs over the soft red silk until I was cupping my breast and brushing my thumb over under sexed nipple.

Then I heard his voice. My bubble of freedom popped as my brother in law now spoke into my ear. He sounded different, and as he got on about being in Vegas reminded me how interested he had been about my trip.

I hung up the phone and brought my hand between my legs in a raunchy, pornographic display for myself inspired by family fun, and said, "you want to play with me bitch?", doing my best Pacino, then laughed and checked my makeup in the bathroom.

In the bathroom I took note of the large tub for at least two, three if you are all good friends.

I walked out and started my adventure under the direction of my brother in law, who has managed to get himself here, and apparently alone? I held my red clutch and tapped my toe anxiously waiting for the elevator.

 

[georgerb]

I would have paid dearly to see the look on her face when she heard my voice. I’m sure she was here to really explore things on her terms without the restraints of family back home. As domineering as she usually was, she was constrained a bit back there.

As much as she liked being in charge and dictating the social session around home, she was probably somewhat shocked that out of the blue I was telling her what to do. Though she was more than capable to take it all as a challenge I’m sure. The implied threat I’d made about exposing her to the family should hold her inline.

I watched as she exited the elevator, a shark looking for its prey. Time for the tables to be turned on her.

 

[wickedpen]

Now I had flirted with my brother in law since I met the man. I mean he was fucking my sister and well, there is a bio/chemical thing there. Also the naughty nature of teasing someone so clearly into sex, was downright fun. He would never do anything, even if he did once corner me in the kitchen after a Thanksgiving dinner, and too much wine, but he could not go through with it.

I saw him sitting like a cat waiting for the mouse. I walked slowly and purposefully as I was not going to let him fucking ruin my weekend. I had looked forward to this since I heard it was happening and god damn it I wanted to get laid.

I could see as his eyes took me in, the man from that kitchen years ago was back, and it did flip a switch in me. An image of my sister crying and screaming at me quelled that idea as I stood next to the chair at the cocktail table where he sat.

"Well, I am here. What's up? I have colleagues waiting." I said eyeing the tall Hispanic waiter who had taken notice of me. I smiled and he approached.

"Cosmo neat darling, and put it on his tab." I said nodding to the old guy, in comparison to the waiter, who was still looking at me well below my chin.

I stepped around and sat in the grey velvet lounge chair as we watched me like a snake. I crossed my legs, and let my red heels hang from my toes as he stared at them. I knew from my sister he had a thing for feet and I used everything to my advantage.

 

[georgerb]

I wasn't surprised that she complied and met me. That confident stride she took across the room, trying to convey the impression of being in charge. Though I had to admit she was seductive as hell in her outfit and that tight figure. I'm sure her first husband was quite the submissive though her second husband was 180 out from that.

"Your colleagues can wait, Debbie. I'm sure you can adjust to a change in your plans...as you appreciate demands more than your early past."

Glimpsing her foot swinging her shoe...maybe sisters talked too often.

And so did the numerous ex-husbands.....

 

[wickedpen]

Seeing my sister's husband Bob, without his leash holder Jackie around was a tempting treat. I sat and listened as he sounded emboldened with some knowledge or was it just a lot of whiskey?

"OK What do you have in mind Bob?" I said as he asked me to put off my engagement with a tall dark younger man at the craps table, I had yet to meet.

The tall dark and handsome waiter seemed within my view though as I sipped my drink.

"So what is it Bob? You stalking me out here? I know you had Jackie ask about this trip." I say trying to unravel whatever his play is. "I mean look, I am here to unwind and relax. You got a problem with that?" I lay it on a little thick but I should have some strangers hands on my ass by now!

 

[georgerb]

"Hmmm...not stalking at all Debbie, unlike what you frequently did in the past, eh? Or many of those may have been your need to be the center of attention. Or just wanting what your sister had."

The waiter brought another round as I watched her cheeks flush a bit. Even her foot stopped wiggling.

"Cat got your tongue, or are you waiting to be gagged with a red ball?"

 

[wickedpen]

I was at first defensively annoyed that he would have the balls to derail my selfish weekend. How dare he? I am here to drink, gamble (other people's money) and screw like a frat house basement early Saturday morning, no strings attached.

I played coy taking a drink as he thought I let my tongue get gotten any passing cat. Everything suddenly got more interesting, the velvet chair to my hand, the drink to my tongue, my brother in law and his unfamiliar but appealing dominant streak.

When in doubt, play dumb.

"Bob, whatever are you talking about? I am headed over to some colleagues for dinner. Mostly shop talk but you can tag along." I offer as his eyes roam over me, intrusively for my sister's husband.

"Where's Debbie? Making reservations for you? Napping off the afternoon cocktail, more likely?" I said curious about this boldness in Bob. "She can't be too close or you would not be this comfortable, unlike that night in the kitchen." I say with a wink.