Las Vegas Sexual Adventures Part Eight – Annaliese No. 2 2/2
I guess the accent helps. I remember having the discussion with Aster. Putting us both in Vegas meant we both now enjoyed the same unfair advantage, which was previously his alone as an Englishman in Australia. We came to the conclusion that while an accent helps with attraction and hooking, you still have to have a firm grasp of the mechanics – approach, escalate, bounce, pull, from tongue-down to fuck-down. If you don’t know that stuff, the girl is hardly going to screw herself. Right? Well, maybe.
There are other factors to consider. With her knowing that you’re leaving the country in a week and you’ll probably never meet her again, ever – as in never, ever. Even remove the chance to run into her randomly at a bar with her friends, putting her in an awkward situation, in case you do something like coming up to her, calling her your girlfriend and trying to make out with her. Not that I would do something like that.
The point is, without that possibility of social pressure, she’s at band camp. She can be like 2 Live Crew… Nasty As She Wanna Be.
Play it, don't say it
“Oh my God! Where are you from?”
“I’m from Australia. I live in Mal-bin.”
“Oh wow – that’s so cool!”
“Is it? Most of my friends are Australian.” I smirked to myself. “I’m Jones.”
“My name is Annaliese.”
“Of course it is.”
“Excuse me – I have to stand up for a second.” She stood up and straightened her dress. It was a vintage-style blue dress with white polka dots. I sat down in her seat and pulled her onto my lap.
She laughed. “You’re just out to pick up, aren’t you?”
“No, no… no. Every night other than tonight I’ve been trying to pick up. But tonight I’m just out to have fun.”
“Oh.”
She was a local, which in Vegas almost definitely means she’s a stripper. “I’m a concierge.” I thought she must have been telling the truth, because while I thought she was really sexy, no strip club would employ a girl with a pear-shaped body.
I had an ongoing joke with Aster that if you wanted to live in Vegas, than you would have to be crazier than Vegas, so the city would never catch you off-guard. Spesh was a perfect example. Just then, he walked past in a drunken stupor and tried to talk his way into getting a vodka cranberry from our table.
Junior Spesh was quite a character. In his mid-teens, he was a notorious computer hacker. He broke into many three letter agencies, bragging a 100% success rate. When he got out of juvenile detention, he worked for Microsoft, IBM… Then started his own company, wrote a book or two, got rich and retired to a lifestyle of a nerd trying to pick up girls. After two or three years, all that trying paid off, on a weekly basis.
As Spesh wandered off to harrass Aster and Taylor, another English guy tapped me on my left shoulder. “Say, are you English?”
“No mate, I’m Australian.”
“Oh right – I thought I heard an accent – I just got in from Birmingham.”
“Oh really. My travel buddy is originally from Wolverhampton.”
“Oh fantastic – I’ve just been…” As he went on, he gradually shifted his focus from me to Annaliese, until he was getting her phone number right in front of me. I thought, this guy has balls. I waited till he got the number, winked at him, and put my arm around her and pulled her away.
I laughed “What was that?”
“What? I’m a concierge – I need to make contacts.”
Twenty minutes later, a similar thing happened. She excused herself “Wait here for a minute.” I danced with her friends while she talked to some black playerish looking dude 7.3 metres away. She made eye contact with me while he kissed her neck. It’s funny when chode-hope becomes lord-surity.
She came back over.
“You’re a real working girl huh?”
“What???”
“No, I mean – always making contacts aren’t you? A real hustler.”
“What????”
“No, I just mean… you’re a hard worker.”
“Yeah, it’s my job. Hey, I have to go to the restroom. Come with me.”
“Uh. I’d like to, but I hear they have cameras in the toilets in Vegas, and you can get fined or arrested.”
“Haha. No, just come with me and wait outside.”
She wants to make sure I don’t wander off and talk to other girls. I go with her.
Aster appeared at the door to the men’s. I slapped his hand. Annaliese came out and I introduced him.
Aster started: “It’s enchanting to meet you.” I thought, great, attack of the English accent Part 2. I grabbed her and walked off.
I sat down and said “Get your fat arse over here,” and pulled her towards me, my eyes at breast level.
“Hey! I don’t have a fat ass. I like my body.” As I ran my hands over her hips, I looked into her eyes and felt the sexual tension. “You like it too… I think it’s time to go.”
She gathered her friends up and told them that she was “going straight home”.
“Nice to meet you,” I said. Her friends were pretty cool. But surely they must have known she wasn’t going straight home if I was going with her. I guess you overlook some things for good friends.
Car park. Black four wheel drive. I got in, and she started driving out of the car park.
“How much have you had to drink?”
“Not much… About 12 vodka cranberries.”
“Oh great. SO this is going to be like that scene off 40 Year Old Virgin huh.”
“No, it’s not that bad.”
She only drove on the wrong side of the road once.
“Oops!” she said.
We had to do a U-turn in an illegal spot because it seemed like there was no other way to get into my hotel car park.
“Where can we park so I can keep an eye on my car?”
I carefully avoided telling the story about the afternoon I checked in to Americas Best Value Inn. That afternoon, I went to have a nap, and woke up after having a dream about there being a hold-up in the car park. I looked out the window and it was all clear. Just a dream, I thought. Then when we walked down to Coco’s diner to get breakfast, there were three police in the carpark taking statements. Americas Best Value Inn certainly wouldn’t look out of place on an episode of ‘Cops’.
She told me she hadn’t had sex in three months. The sex was fantastic. She gave me a blowjob and started speaking in tongues. She got on top and put her legs forward in a squat, with the effect of combining my two favourite positions – cowgirl and piledrive. She started moaning like I wasn’t sure it was hurting or pleasing. Wow.
Continued in San Francisco – San Francisco Sexual Adventures Part One – Aster’s Blonde of Glory, Margaritas, Sake Bombs, and Capone’s Vow of Abstinence
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