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I fell in love with this town. This town called Sin City. Perhaps you’ve heard of it. I fell for it as an adult ironically. The first time I went, I was about eight or nine. There’s really nothing to do until you’re of age. This story is a tale of coincidence, luck, and sin.~~I went to Vegas almost every single year. I was looking forward to this one especially. I had plans to go a strip show. Until in the casino on my first day, I saw someone who I never thought I’d see there:“Chad?”“Becky?” I tilted my head. “Oh my God. It is.”Remember “The Sweetheart” from one of my prior adventures? Her real name is Becky. Becky was there with three other girls when she found me. After high school, Becky went to college with me for a short time. She was one of those sorority chicks. I had a thing for them back then. She looked good. She looked really good. Becky ran up to me and hugged me.“Well, damn. Good to see you too, sweetheart,” I said, smiling.“What you here in Vegas for, Chad?”“Well, vacation. You know. I got a show to see some titties. Might gamble, you know. It’s chill at this time. This place is like my second city,” I said.“This is my last night. You just arriving?”“Yeah,” I said.“We coming with you to see some titties! I want to see some too!”I shook my head smiling, thinking:“This chick is still an enigma…”“What the hell. I could use a female’s accompaniment.”I walked with Becky to her friends accompanying her on her trip. I was naturally shy, plus the only testosterone in this situation. This could go well.“Chad, this is Katie,” Becky said.“Nice to meet you.”“Likewise.”Katie was a slim woman with budded breasts. She was fairly attractive in the face.“This is Jenna.”We shook hands cordially. Jenna was slightly more buxom. All three were wearing dresses. Only with Jenna’s dress, her beşevler escort cleavage was shown more, drawing my eyes to her breasts.“And this is Abby.”Abby had a bubbly demeanor to her with a great smile and athletic figure.“Nice to meet you, Chad.”“You too.”“How do you know Becky?” She said.My mind hearkened back to our times in high school, and our “experiences” together. I looked at her.“Oh, um…” Becky interrupted me.“Old friend from back in the day,” she said.“Yeah.”“Where you taking us for breakfast, Chad?” She said.I rolled my eyes.“Oh, hell. You know that shit is expensive here, right? And I know y’all drink,” I said.They all nodded.“Damn. Oh, I forgot to ask this: how do you know Becky?” I said, tilting my head.“Oh, college. Same sorority,” Abby said.“Ooh. I did have a thing for sorority chicks. Becky and myself went to college together. I didn’t see you.” I said with an almost deviant smile.They giggled. I thought: Did I just walk into a harem setting?As we were walking to the restaurant that I hand-picked, I said to Becky:“Hey, so, how’s everything with you? Didn’t get to ask.”“Good. Good. Just working my ass off.”Becky was a teacher, teaching small children in our hometown.“Likewise, getting ready to write this story of mine. I got to admit, you as a teacher is a good look,” I said. She smiled.“You’re not putting in when I sucked that big fat dick of yours, are you?” She said softly.“Yeah, why?”“Larry found out.”Larry was her boyfriend. He also went to school with us. Larry was currently stationed in the military on the East Coast. Larry was somewhat nerdy, lanky, awkward, like me back then. However, she had a type.“How the hell did he find out? That was years ago!” I said.“Hey, y’all coming?” Jenna called back cebeci escort to us.“That’s kind of why I’m here, really…” She said. Later, after we ate our breakfast… “I got to ask. I know you can’t talk about sorority stuff with outsiders, but is it really like the movies? Like ‘Scream 2’ without the killer? Or ‘American Pie’? I considered pledging but… nah. I have been in a frat house though.” I said, getting everything out of me.“Here he goes…” Becky said.“What?” I said back.“Your jokes are corny,” She said.“And? Your point?”“No, it’s not like the movies,” Becky said.“And it’s not like those fake pretentious sluts in ‘Kappa Kappa Bitch’ circa the 1990s that give us a bad name,” Jenna said.“It’s true,” Abby chimed in.“Good to know,” I said. I took a long sip of my orange juice.The check came not long afterwards. I looked at the check incredulously:“Ok, I am not made up of money. Y’all still want to see some titties tonight? We are splitting this shit.”I showed them the check and patiently waited for their portion of the check.After we walked out of the restaurant, I heard Becky say something to them. My head tilted in curiosity.“Hey, Chad, can we talk alone?” She said.I cursed mentally.“Yeah,” I said.We began to walk the other direction while the others began to gamble. We stopped and sat on a bench. Becky looked at me with sincerity now.“Yeah, uh, Chad, I am here on a girls’ trip. You’ve figured that out, right?” Becky said.“Yeah, I did.”“The second reason is to get away from Larry. You know, take a break,” she said.“I thought he was back East,” I said back.“He is. Last time he was back home, we had an argument…”“Oh, shit,” I said to myself. “That’s how it happened…”“I was angry. He called me a cum slut because I took some dick kolej escort before him. We’re not perfect,” she said.“Amen to that.”“Says the man who fucked my best friend in the ass because her then-boyfriend wouldn’t…”“She wanted it. Ask her,” I said.“I’m kidding. I’m kidding. Why so serious?” She said, smiling. I shook my head.“You want to know something that’s really fucked up? I said ‘I love you’ while fucking. It was my first real crush, too. She’s getting married.”Becky winced.“I know. Fucked up, ain’t it?” I said.“Yup,” She started. “But, you know what? Let’s go be fucked up together.”She grazed my back softly. I looked at her.“I know this Strip like the back of my hand. Let me show you,” I said, with a reassuring smile.~~Las Vegas was home of the glitz. It was the home of glamour. I showed her the clubbing.“This is Light. The nightclub of this place. There a lot of sexy nightclubs here. A lot. I had a dream about this club when I was twenty… long story,” I said.“What happened?”“Basically, I was dancing with this chick. She kinda looked like Katie a little when I think about it… nothing sexual, just a random ass dream.”“Okay, whatever,” she said. Then, slowly she got a smile. “Hey, it sounds to me it’s obvious you want to club in Vegas. It’s our last night. Come with us.”After a few seconds of consideration, I finally said:“Fuck it. We looking like bad bitches tonight!”She laughed.As we walked back toward the table games, I looked at the blackjack tables. Becky said something to me:“You’re a thrillseeker, aren’t you?” She said looking in my eyes. I looked at her. “You don’t drink. You don’t smoke. But you like gambling and women. That’s why you always said ‘Fuck it’ back in high school. You had nothing to lose.”I said nothing. She looked at me with an interested look now. Her cell phone vibrated.“Yeah. And?” Was all I could muster to say.“That text was the others, by the way. Meet me at the craps table,” She said simply. She sashayed away. I watched her hips sway.“What the hell was that about?” I said to myself. Was I getting attracted to Becky? I walked to the craps table, which was quiet at the time.
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