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Note: If you haven't read it already, Viva Las Vegas – Part 1 is the prequel to this story.
People who have been there know that Las Vegas is a magical place. Often it is attributed to the atmosphere, the sounds and bright lights and the adrenaline rush from gambling but I truly believe that there is actual "magic" in the air of this desert city. I think there is something supernatural which makes people do things they normally wouldn't. Sometimes these things are good, sometimes they aren't. I recently found myself in Las Vegas on business and was fortunate enough to have a couple of memorable experiences which I attribute to the local "good magic."
On my second trip to Vegas, the week following the first, I was accompanied by Jen rather than Laura. They were at about the same level in the company and would both be working on the project so it was important that they both be exposed to the people we'd be working for. I didn't know Jen as well as I knew Laura and I certainly didn't expect anything to happen between us going into the trip. I was still somewhat shell-shocked from my week with Laura and vacillated between reliving different parts of the experience in my head and trying to figure out when I could get some more. Sitting side-by-side on the flight, I was surprised by how quickly Jen opened up to me. We started out just making small talk about the project and work in general, but that led to work history and education and soon we delved into more personal subjects. I know it sounds pretty cliché but she had just in the past year ended a 5 year relationship, which had been pretty complicated. I couldn't imagine the stress of dividing up 5 years worth of accumulated possessions, including a house, as well as trying to reestablish yourself as a person rather than one half of a couple. It sounded more or less like a divorce. She seemed to be finding relief in getting it all off her chest, though, so I did my best to lend a sympathetic ear. The overall impression I got was that, despite the hassle of dividing everything up, she was glad the relationship was over but was concerned about how to adjust to living without things she was accustomed to taking for granted, i.e. someone always there to eat with, to talk to, to go out with, to have sex with. She said the last part so matter-of-factly that I didn't think she was dropping any hints, though it did pass through my mind that if I could do it tactfully, I'd certainly volunteer my services.
As far as physical appearance, Jen and Laura are not very similar. Laura is brunette, Jen has dark blonde hair. Laura is almost my height, Jen is several inches shorter. Laura is also "big boned" while Jen is almost scrawny. That's not to say that Laura is fat; she's tall and broad shouldered making her look bigger. Jen on the other hand has skinny arms, a small waist and thin legs. Her ass is nice and cushy looking, but other than that you'd think she might blow away.
We arrived in Vegas and went about our business. Jen did pull me aside at one point during the day and apologized for boring me with her relationship problems. I told her she absolutely did not owe me an apology and that it seemed very therapeutic for her, so I thought it was a good thing. I also told her if there was anything else I could do, not to hesitate to ask me. She thanked me and I got the impression that she appreciated the offer.
We plodded through a day of mind-numbing meetings, during which my mind often wandered back to the previous week's activities with Laura. When quitting time finally came, we headed over to our hotel to check in. Our rooms were across the hall from each other and we decided to take a few minutes to get settled before heading downstairs to eat at the hotel restaurant. From there we could decide what to do with the rest of the evening. Laura and I had spent basically all of our free time the previous week naked in one of our hotel rooms, so I didn't really have any idea what to suggest Jen and I do this week. Well, I had an idea, but I didn't expect it to be well received. What to do didn't even come up until we'd paid the check and were leaving the restaurant. I asked Jen if there was anything in particular that she wanted to do and hoped she wouldn't ask how Laura and I had spent last week.
"Earlier you said if there was anything else you could do for me that I shouldn't hesitate to ask," she reminded me.
"Yes, that's true," I agreed. It sounded like she wanted to talk some more, which was fine with me. In fact, I was flattered.
