This is a work of fiction inspired by a woman with an open mind, among other things. She is sexy, fun, and likes to have sex. I agreed to write this fictional story for and about her (Deb) so enjoy.
Vegas, baby. My friend Laura and I had decided to spend a few days in Vegas. It was mid-May and the weather was warm, but the heat was not intense yet. We were going to drink, party, get some sun, and – oh, yeah – maybe find some guys.
We arrived in the Las Vegas airport just south of the city and made our way to the hotel by cab. It was not bad as hotels go. It was about two blocks off the strip and had all the amenities, except, well, it wasn't on the strip and didn't have a large casino. No matter, hopefully we wouldn't be spending much time there.
We had decided to go cheap on the hotel so we could save our money for the expensive clubs. We knew that we could flash a little skin and get some guys to buy our drinks. We were both the curvy type with nice big tits. Flash a little cleavage and smile and the guys would give up the cash for the drinks. This was not a new thing for us.
I was the shorter one, only 5' tall, and had D-cup tits. The rest of me was just as curvy and I thought I looked pretty damn good. Laura was 5'5" tall and had double-D tits. She had had her tits pierced, too, and right now they sported hoops. We both loved our curves, especially our tits, and wore things to show them off when we wanted to party.
After we arrived at about 3pm, we relaxed a little in the room and took a cat nap. We woke about 8pm and got dressed for the first club. I put on my favorite short skirt with no hose and a nice button down blouse. My thong was very brief, but I put on a nice firm bra. With my tits, I felt like I had to support them and it always pushed them up just right. The blouse was a little tight across the chest and I left it unbuttoned low enough so that by turning I could give a good show from either side.
Laura looked similar, except that her skirt was a little longer. No matter, I noticed that she didn't put on panties. Her blouse was a nice silky one and she made sure her bra was lacy and let her nipples and hoops show. She looked at herself in the mirror and I could tell that she liked what she saw. She slipped on her platforms and smiled. She was too hot for any normal guys. She turned to me.
"You ready, you horny slut." She laughed.
I laughed, too. "Shut up. You are hornier than a 15 year old boy." She really was.
Laura chuckled. "I don't think that's possible. Boys supposedly have a sexy thought go through their subconscious every 15 seconds."
"Yeah, and you only think about it every 20 seconds, right? Whatever, let's get going." I grabbed my small bag and we left to make our way to one of the better clubs.
After a short cab ride we got to one of the better clubs and went inside. The sound level was almost deafening and the bass was shaking everything in the club. I could feel it vibrate my entire body.
Laura looked around and did an appraisal of the situation. She seemed to know immediately where the real talent was in the bar – meaning the bad boys, the guys with money, etc. She grabbed my hand and led us to the far end of the club, squeezing between all the other patrons. When we got to the far end, there was a large open-air patio where smoking was allowed and where you could get away from the noise a little. A second small bar was in the corner near the door.
Laura led us up to the bar and she found an opening for ordering a drink. She ordered our favorite drinks and turned to her left. There were a couple of guys standing there checking us out, or rather our tits. Men were so fucking obvious. They thought women didn't know when they were trying sneak looks at our tits, but we knew. A good view of cleavage or a nipple slip and they were jelly in our hands. So fucking easy.
They were both tall, maybe around 6', with brown hair, and not bad looking. The closest one leaned over and said something to Laura. She laughed and I leaned forward to try to hear what was going on, but Laura leaned close to him and said something back that I couldn't hear over the music. This first guy grinned and then turned to the bartender. He leaned over and said something and Laura turned and winked at me. Evidently, he was buying the drinks; another easy mark.
The drinks came and Laura handed me my drink and then grabbed my hand again. She turned and the guys were leading us away from the bar towards the far end of the patio. It was a little quieter there. When we got there, the two guys managed to scrounge two stools from the high tables that were on the patio and put them near the railing. They waved their hands and Laura and I sat down. They stood on kind of in front of us so we could all talk.
"So where are you two from?" The one next to Debbie spoke loud enough for us all to be able to hear.
Laura grinned. "Does it matter? We're here now."
The two guys laughed and agreed. The one next to Laura spoke next. "You two are the hottest in the club." He meant the nicest two pair of tits and we knew it. I just smiled.
"Yeah, right." Laura looked closely at him. "And stop staring at my tits."
"Sorry." He actually looked uncomfortable and a little sorry.
Laura laughed and let him off the hook, letting him know that we were well aware of what we were doing. "Don't worry about it. We didn't dress up like this to hide our assets."
He grinned now. "Well, you two come equipped with great assets."
The other three laughed and I just smiled. I wasn't sure about these two, but we could always move on after a couple of drinks. Saps.
I couldn't get a word in as the two guys, prompted by Laura, discussed the sale of their startup company, about which I understood nothing, but which netted them a very tidy sum. The name of the guy next to Laura was Bill and the one ogling my tits was Dave. I could see Laura turn from a tease into a seductress at the mention of them being well off. Holy shit! She was going to take the first two that came along. Well, at least they could treat us well while they were in Vegas.
