Las Vegas Sexual Adventures Part Six – Annaliese No. 1
We got to Jet at about 10:30 pm, lined up till about 11. I should have guessed that this line would be compensating for something – the nightclub was sub par by Vegas standards. Nevertheless, it was workable.
This must have been about our tenth night in a row out in Vegas. Normally, when you say to an American “yeah, so we stayed in Vegas for five nights,” their eyeballs pop out of their heads like a Looney Tune character. We still had another four nights to go.
We got inside. Aster and I separated almost immediately, each being lead by our penises in different directions.
I hollered at this blonde, Kacey. She was a third wheel, standing there with her friend and her friend’s boyfriend/hook-up.
“Yo – what are you doing.” I accused her.
“Uh… not much, just hanging with my friends.”
“Come with me.”
I grabbed her and isolated her two metres away, out of earshot of her friends. Within minutes I was making out with her. She had a gorgeous face, but her body was chubby and she only had B cups.
“What’s your number.”
“Why? I’m leaving tomorrow.”
“Hm. Okay.” I started making out with her.
“Bite my neck.”
“Hm. Okay.”
“Harder.”
“Okay.”
This was fun, but nothing new really.
I turned her around and started grinding on her. Then I put my hand against her thigh, then up her skirt, playing with her pussy through her panties. For like three minutes.
“Wait,” she said, after I’d stopped. “I can’t do this here.” Probably a subtle hint that she wanted to be taken home. Now.
“You just did.”
Now, there comes a time in a man’s life where he can take the easy option that’s laid out in front of him, or he can go in search of new pursuits. More exciting challenges. The Trade-up.
“Listen – I’ve got to go find my friend. I’ll come find you later.”
“But… I don’t know where I’ll be later.”
“That’s fine – neither do I.”
“But… I might have left by then.”
“That’s fine. See ya.”
So I left Kacey. A man’s gotta do what a man’s gotta do.
Jet is set up as a big, dark, rectangular room, with bars on each side, and a dancefloor in the middle. Apparently it’s designed so that, if you are to stand at any point around the edge of the room and look around, you have no idea where you are. It also has a smaller red room with another dancefloor on the side, which I somehow managed to find my way to.
I started dancing. I grabbed a cute brunette and started spinning her around and leading.
Just as I’d twirled the girl, her midget blonde friend came up and asked me “What’s your number?”
I said “Huh? Why?”
“We’ve got a bachelorette party coming up.”
“Oh. So you want to hire me.”
“Yes. So what’s your number?”
Everything has a price in Vegas. I assume they thought I was a stripper – Thunder from Down Under or something. I gave her my number, but I never got a call.
I danced out of the room, went up to some girl with huge tits, Denise, and said “What’s up.” I’ve never seen such a classic example of “The Look” to “The Hook.” As soon as I finished saying “What’s up,” the whole group of five girls were staring at me in disgust and puzzlement. By the time I finished putting my arm around her waist, they were all smiling, and one said “Hey – where are your cute friends?”
Denise ended up going weird though. She wouldn’t make eye contact with me while we were dancing, and walked off. Not sure what happened. Fuck it.
I went back to the red room and grabbed a hot, skinny, Ohio blonde. Annaliese.
“C’mere girl. Who are you?”
“Uh… my name’s Annaliese?”
“No, I mean who are you?”
She looked stunned.
“I know who you are. You’re my Vegas girlfriend.” I grabbed her and put my arm around her.
She was hooked. I got her number. She was really hooked. She started gazing into my eyes and saying “wow… … …”. I think she even went somewhere with that sentence.
However, she was also really drunk. She wandered off with some Indian superstar guy with Kanye glasses. Her friends let her go with him so I guessed it was okay. In retrospect, I should have grabbed her and whisked her away.
I didn’t see her again that night. She got kicked out. She must have been drunker than I thought – much drunker. Who gets kicked out of a club in Vegas?
The next morning she texted me at 10:30 and told me to come over and go swimming at her hotel. By the time I woke up, it was 2. I rang her up.
“I’m too tired to go to the pool now – we’ve been up since 9 drinking… You can still come over and have a nap with me though.”
“Sure, I guess I can handle that – are you a good cuddler?”
“The best!”
“Oh yeah? What do you know about cuddling?”
“Uhh well you gotta be warm and…”
“No come on, you gotta be serious about this. I’m talking five points of contact, intertwining legs. This shit is serious man.” Tamer.
“No, I’m good at it – I am.”
“We’ll see.”
Get to the hotel room, grab her and lift her up. “How are you girlfriend?” Kiss on the cheek.
“Ha ha – he calls me his Vegas girlfriend,” she said to her friends. You can never have enough Vegas girlfriends.
Like divine providence, her friends said: “I’m going to go do MacDonalds” and “I’m going to go down to the mall”. Most casinos in Las Vegas have a mall in them. It’s weird.
I took off my shoes and got under the covers. Kiss.
“Hey – I’m trying to take a nap!”
Kiss.
“Come on, I need some rest!”
French kiss.
“Hey – I … mmmm…”
It was going well until her friend Serena came back with her MacDonalds. She jumped into bed with us too. Then she kept saying “I’m going to have a shower – wanna come?”
I said “You guys should make out.”
“Pfft. We’ve done that before many times. Boys – you’re all the same.”
“Goddamn right we are – now make out.” But they wouldn’t. Serena went for a shower. I should have grabbed them both and taken them into the shower. Oh well.
Instead I kept trying to take Annaliese’s hotpants off. “No – I can’t – Serena’s in the next room.” Eventually I got them off, but she still wouldn’t have sex with me. So I went down on her. It was hot under the sheets, but she had a cute little petite rosebud that tasted sweet. It was awesome. I fingered her for ten minutes and felt her pussy dilate inside as she came.
Serena came out of the shower. “That was just about the longest shower of my life.”
Then they said I had to go so they could prepare for the night. Women – they’re all the same. Once they get what they want, they kick you out.
They gave me two comp passes to The Bank at The Bellagio and I said I’d meet them there.
Met up with Aster back at America’s Best Value Inn. “America’s Best Value Inn” sounds like the slogan for Motel 6. Confusingly enough, there’s a Motel 6 right next door.
Aster asked how it went with Annaliese. I said “Pretty well,” and showed him some pics that I took of her and me lying on the bed, right after she came.
He said dismissively “oh yeah she’s cute.” I don’t think he even looked at the pictures – he probably just thought “oh here’s another chubby girl with big tits he’s picked up”. When we got to The Bank and I pointed her out, he said “Gee man, you’ve done well – she’s the hottest girl I’ve ever seen you with.”
I went up and grabbed Annaliese “Hey – what’s up girlfriend?”
I tried to kiss her in front of her girlfriends (including the prudish one, Alice), but she wouldn’t kiss me.
“What’s wrong – you’re shy now?” And tried to kiss her again. A for effort. F for tact.
“We’re going to the bathroom!”
“You’re all going to the bathroom… together?”
“Yeah, don’t you know girls go to the bathroom together!”
And they stormed off.
I texted her saying “You’re being weird.”
And she wrote back “You’re being really full on and I just want to spend my last night here with my friends.”
So I texted back “Okay. Have fun.” And I let it go.
Kind of pissed that I would make such a school-boy mistake, but what the heck. That was the last I ever heard from her.
Some people think that when I finish I story with “that was the last I ever heard from her”, that makes it a sad story. However, I tend to think that any time I go down on a hot chick, and never see her again, that’s a happy ending.
Continued – Las Vegas Sexual Adventures Part Seven – Annaliese No. 2 1/2.
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