What happens in Vegas...

Elizabeth and I were finally over. It look her a couple weeks to realize when I said it was over that meant, "Don't freakin' call me anymore. You cheated on me with your ex and I hate your guts." Luckily work sent me to Las Vegas to cover an event. If only I could rush off to Vegas every time someone dumped me...

Cindy and Frankie both suggested I be a very naughty girl and when I arrived at The Mandalay Bay I certainly felt like one. The hotel was lavish.

I had arrived for the conference a day early so I had some time to kill. The weather was warm and since it was just below freezing in New York I thought I'd better hit the pool and sap in some sun. But on the way to the pool I got a bit sidetracked. I figured I'd take a chance so I played a little roulette and won and then won again! Then I stopped and took my winnings back to my room, which is very "me". I like to stop while I'm ahead or things get too out of hand, usually.

So by the time I had made it to the pool I had downed a few martinis and the sun seemed to be setting. They have this amazing wave pool with a beach down at the Mandalay Bay so I sat on the sand with another martini and sucked in the sunset and olives.

I waded into the water a bit when I saw two very attractive men who resembled movie stars I love and cherish. One man (let's call him Brad) was on one side of the beach lounging on a towel and the other man (we'll call him Orlando) was in the water not too far away from me.

I was just thinking fabulous eye candy and my change in luck when Orlando swam over and introduced himself.

"So how do you like Vegas?" he asked.

"So far I like it. It's my first time," I explained.

"Well you know what they say... You can get away with anything here" he laughed.

"Well that depends," replied a very deep voice behind me. I turned around to face Brad.

"On what?" I asked.

"It depends on your luck, expectations, and how you play the game," he replied and winked.

I laughed. "Do you two know each other?" I asked.

"No," they simultaneously replied.

"You see, he must be here to play," Orlando said pulling me toward him, "Or he wouldn't have made his way over."

"How could I resist coming over," Brad said gesturing toward me and then swam over.

At this point both men were pressed up against me, one in the front and the other behind me, glaring at each other.

"Um. OK. Well it was nice to meet both of you," I said completely turned on, mind you, but a bit squeamish about being stuck in the middle of a boy brawl.

I turned to leave when Orlando kissed me gently on the mouth and turned to Brad. "Leave. She is with me."

"Oh really, Romeo?" Brad then pulled me gently toward him and gave me an amazing kiss on the mouth. I was speechless and confused. Wait a minute? The next thing I knew the three of us were making out in the pool. I was like grilled cheese melting in between sandwich bread, in a sexy sort of way. There were lips and legs and hands groping. It was fantastic for like ten minutes.

I was really getting into it when they began pushing each other, then bumping and grinding on both ends of me, then Brad and Orlando began liplocking, and much like melted cheese I pushed myself out of the sandwich.

I watched them make out with each other for a little while and they tried to get me back into their session, which quite passionate, quick and quite rough. But I couldn't get myself to join in the pool party in their pants or non-pants by that point. I decided it was most likely dangerous to be in the middle of those two (they would probably poke me to death) and that sex with one person was probably more intimate then sex with two people at the same time. Yes, it might have been fun, but sometimes you just know when to fold. - Ruby