Scorned Wives Club

Scorned Wives Club

By Val McBane

The Arrival

Revenge is a dish best served cold, and revenge is sweet, thus, by all evidence, revenge is ice cream. Samantha was in the arrival terminal of the Las Vegas international airport and licking an ice cream cone while holding a sign. This was Vegas and there were some strange signs being held in the terminal, but hers was strange even by Vegas standards.

Scorned Wives Club

It had all started as an angry vent on her private social media. Of course she was angry, she'd caught her husband with a paralegal in the copy room. The whole office knew about his indiscretion except for her.

"How do you get even with a cheating husband?"

It was such a simple post but every other comment was, some variation of 'cheat on him back'. But Samantha didn't want to cheat on her husband... She wanted to destroy him.

But she didn't want to be a lone woman in her thirties in Vegas throwing herself at holidaying businessmen. There was something sad about that.

That was when the scorned wives club came to mind. Admittedly presecco and the kind of rage that she imagined left eye lopes was possessed by was involved but she used her Facebook account to make an event. Did her husband see the post? Absolutely, but she had to see him hip deep in a woman fifteen years younger than her, so fair was fair. Besides, they'd been on 'it's complicated' for two weeks now.

She was in a red leather coat she'd bought on a whim, knee high boots, and big glamorous sunglasses. If she was going to go off the chain this weekend she was going to look damn good doing it.

Of the fourteen prospective attendees only six had followed through with flying out to Vegas, and now all there was to do was wait. She'd checked them out on Facebook, she'd told herself it was to find out if any of them had food or latex allergies so she could plan accordingly. But of course she'd ended up micro stalking each of the attendees.

The first attendee was a woman in her mid twenties, her name was Taylor but her fans knew her as Little Pea of the two peas vlog. As she approached Samantha her eyes caught the sign and she lit up.

She was dressed in a cut off graphic t shirt, jean short shorts, and biker booties while her blonde hair was curled and styled for a weekend out. It was a far cry from her usual plaid shirts, jeans, and pony tail ensemble she usually wore for her vlogs.

"You must be Samantha," she said as she reached out to shake her hand. Samantha put the sign between her knees and shook Taylor's hand, "I still can't believe I signed up for this."

Samantha chuckled, "I can't believe I roped precious, innocent, Little Pea into this."

"Well Big Pea can go fuck himself," said Taylor as she grinned, "where can you get an energy drink here? I've walked past like... four cafes. I need something carbonated and radioactive green."

"I think I saw a convenience store near the exit-" Said Samantha as Taylor made a beeline for the energy drinks. As she was heading for the convenience store Samantha recognized another of the women.

Standing at six foot and carrying herself with the professional exhaustion that defined her life as a nurse was Liz. She was barely into her forties and her husband chose to cheat on her while she was pregnant.

Liz wasn't screwing around with air travel and was in sweat pants and a light hoodie. "Don't worry, I won't cramp your style, I've got nicer clothes in the luggage."

Samantha politely shushed Liz, "oh don't worry girl, where were you flying out from?"

"Rhode island," said Liz as she flicked out a pair of pink sunglasses. "Seriously, never use budget airlines."

Samantha smiled at Liz and nodded, she'd flown business class, of course it was on the joint account but there was no way she was flying on a budget airline if she had any say in it.

"I'll definitely keep that in mind. So how did the asshole take the news?" Asked Samantha.

Liz took out her phone and showed forty eight missed calls on her screen. "I think he's taking it the way I wanted him to. Daughter's safe with my parents, this weekend is about me."

They were interrupted by an excited shriek from the arrival terminal, a woman with flowing red hair and in a yellow dress hurried along the floor to hug Samantha, "Oh my god Sam, thank you for inviting me, I've been looking forward to this for weeks."

"Glad you could make it!" said Samantha as she hugged Christina. They hadn't known each other before the group but Christina was the first to sign up and they'd chatted nonstop since friending on Facebook.

"Christina, this is Liz, Taylor's off getting drinks."

"So you're Liz! Great to meet you," said Christina with enthusiasm. "I must say... it's so nice to be talking to people my own age... teaching has been so hard since..." She trailed off and got sensitive as the betrayal of her husband and best friend haunted her.

Liz pulled Christina into a big hug, "oh it's okay, you're allowed to feel," she shushed.

Christina breathed in, "this weekend is about fun, don't worry about me, I've had some weeks to figure myself out."

Their reunion was interrupted when a woman in casual business suit walked down the escalator and approached the group. She took off her round sunglasses, "still can't believe I'm doing this," she said to them.

Liz laughed, "you're telling me, I'm forty two, I thought stuff like this was behind me."

Samantha looked at the woman in the business suit, "you must be Jessica," she said, she recognized her from her profile.

As the girls got to know each other Taylor returned with a handful of energy drinks, easily eight of the damn things.

"You get refreshments?" asked Liz to Taylor.

Taylor blinked, "oh shoot do you want one?" she asked as the women realized she'd picked those up for herself.

As Taylor distributed the energy drinks to the others another body joined the crowd. She was in a leather skirt and black and white blouse. Her black hair flowed behind her as she walked. As she stepped forward Taylor handed her a cherry energy drink, she snapped the can open and chugged from it without saying a word. She let out a belch that drew the attention of everyone in the arrival terminal.

"Fuck, needed that, cheers. So who's ready to get their clams jammed?" She asked casually. There were cheers from the other girls.

"Nicole I believe?" asked Samantha.

"Better believe it," she said as she tossed the empty can into a trash bin.

The final attendee of their revenge club was Courtney, it was hard to miss her in her leopard print wrap dress and chunky heels.

"Oh my god this is happening!" she squealed in excitement as she ran up to hug everyone. She gave kisses on the cheeks to every one of them before squeeing excitedly, "my friends said 'don't get even get better' but I told them I needed this."

Samantha took a breath and smirked as she lowered her sunglasses. With one gesture the other women turned to face her, "now ladies, there's a limo outside and a villa at cosmopolitan courtesy of the joint account."

A collective shriek of joy took over the girls as they jumped in excitement.

Between them they looked like girls up to no good as they hauled into a limo. To every one else they were a bachelorette party or birthday about to get wild in Vegas. Only they knew the truth. Liz brought her luggage into the limo with her and as they got seated.

Once the door was closed Liz was kneeling on the limo's floor as she opened her luggage like a EMT opening a trauma kit. "So don't laugh but I made kits for everyone, don't look at me like that I'm a nurse." She opened her own kit and pulled out a strip of condoms.

"Got condoms, gloves, disinfectant wipes, water based lube, some vitamin C tablets, Vegas is a germ factory, and powdered electrolytes. And if you have any scares let me know, I have a friend in planned parenthood and I've got plan b on standby."

Taylor clapped excitedly, "Liz getting ready like a pro, hook me up girl." She said as she held up her hands to catch one. Liz tossed it and Taylor excitedly packed the kit into her bag.

"Now girls," said Samantha, "before we start, lets get each other numbers and get a text group chat going. We're looking out for each other this weekend."

Nicole raised a champagne glass, "wolf pack bitches!" she howled.

The other women joined in and howled. More champagne was poured and they headed toward the strip and the cosmopolitan

Let the Games Begin

The limo pulled up to the cosmopolitan and the girls disembarked with the confidence and glamour of red carpet starlets. Their luggage was handled by a cute little bellhop who accepted Liz's luggage after explaining she didn't need to handle her own luggage.

The girls were guided through the doors and nodded to politely by the doormen as they opened the doors to the lobby of the hotel. Samantha strutted up to the front desk and placed a carefully printed out receipt on the counter.

"Room for Stoner?" she asked, having made the reservation under her maiden name. "Should be the Chelsea Penthouse?"

The front desk agent, a lithe blonde thing smiled at her and looked at the reservation, "Of course Ms Stoner, now as a formality I just need to see a piece of ID?"

"Of course, my ID will be under my married name but I have these papers..." she said as she took out a copy of her matching documents.

The front desk agent's smile wavered a little bit as Samantha had all her bases covered. "Of course Ms Stoner, please follow my associate to your room, and it's my pleasure to welcome you to the Cosmopolitan."

Samantha was about to leave when she turned around and lowered her sunglasses, "now, how many room cards are we allowed?" she asked as she realized they were going to need a way to let invited guests welcome themselves in.

The Chelsea penthouse was exactly what the girls needed, a two floor, two bedroom suite with all the amenities a socialite or royalty would expect. Lots of expensive looking modern art, tasteful potted plants, silverware that was actual silver, and beds with the sheets reserved for VIPs.

The bellhop, a cute little lithe thing with a spankable ass, guided them through the features of the room, "and we have a fully stocked bar," he concluded as he gave a nervous smile at seeing a bunch of beautiful women eyeing him. It wouldn't be the first or last time in Vegas. But as Samantha was handing him a fifty dollar tip she slipped a key card into the bills.

"What are you doing after ten?" she asked to the bellhop.

"Oh I um... well not much to be honest," stammered the bellhop as he pocketed the hotel key along with the tip.

Samantha winked at him and made a show of taking off her wedding ring as she closed the door. She turned around and smirked at the girls. "Bagged one," she said confidently. The girls cheered and looked at each other excitedly.

Nicole looked at the stairs and at the two bedrooms on the second floor. "So, two beds, seven of us, how we dividing this?"

Taylor cracked her neck, "first come first serve? save the couch and floor for actually sleeping? I think the beds are going to get a lot of mileage"

Nicole snatched a vodka cooler from the bar fridge and raised it, "forget mileage, I'm about to void the fucking warranty." She pounded back her shot and lifted her shirt to the entertainment of everyone but Taylor's quiet confusion

Christina was already at the bar and pouring herself a drink of top shelf vodka, "it's just like teacher's college," she sighed as she took a heavy sip of spirit.

Courtney joined behind the bar and took out a handful of shot glasses, "if we're reliving bad girl days..." she took a shot, "I didn't have any, Mike got my best years."

Christina turned around and faced Courtney, she put a shot glass into Courtney's hand, "screw that, we're making this the start of our best years."

Jessica pumped her fist, "preach," she said.

Part of Samantha was relieved that the others were on board for this. If it had just been her she wasn't sure she could go through with it. Seeing the same story told in different women's lives made her realize that they were owed back all the years of faithfulness. The romantic opportunities that never could happen because she was faithful. This was for all those lost moments.

Liz ended up putting an extra first aid kit in the bathroom before returning, "we should all try to get at least six hours of sleep."

"That's dicking time you're eating into," joked Taylor. Courtney high fived her.

Samantha snatched the vodka bottle and lined up the shot glasses to pour seven shots. The first of many. She held her glass and waited for everyone to have one, she raised her glass, "to the men who brought us together, may we never see their cheating asses again." With that she slammed her shot back.

Stories of infidelity were passed around like war stories in the living room the penthouse, there were enough couches for them to all be comfortable. Courtney was on her fifth shot, "and then, and then that night, very fucking night, he... he tells me he wants an open relationship. I have seen him in our new shop assistant, the girl's fifteen years younger than him. Barely out of high school."

A chorus of drunken boo's filled the room as all the girls shared in Courtney's experience.

Nicole swirled a class of presecco and drank from it, "Mine had a two year affair during his business trips. Some bitch in California with big tits. He said her name during sex once. Once."

Taylor made a sound like the crack of a whip with her mouth to the laughter of the others.

"Sex, oh what's that like?" said Liz, "after the pregnancy Marcus wouldn't touch me, I must have burnt through two vibrators this year."

Samantha glanced at her phone and stood up. As the girls continued to share stories of betrayal and male weaponized incompetence she waited at the door. After a minute and as the others were noticing her absence she opened the door to the sound of thumping K-Pop and sight of four young Korean men with perfect skin on the other end, all of them were toned and had styled hair. Samantha winked at them and they came inside. They were all smiling as they saw the party and set down a portable sound system on the coffee table.

"Oh, my god," gasped Courtney, "yes, yes, yes you beautiful angels come this way." She said as she shimmied across her couch to get a close look at the strippers.

"Samantha," gasped Jessica as she eye banged one of the stripper, "you're spoiling us."

"Courtesy of the joint account," said Samantha. She looked at one of the strippers handling the sound system, "we did get the full package right?"

The stripper grinned at her, "oh yeah, hope you enjoy the show." Samantha smirked back and headed for the couches as she reached into her purse. She had several hundred in crisp ones to hand out among the girls. As the music built up to the drop the strippers got into position and started their routine.

They were completely in sync, not a movement off the beat in sight. Liz bit her lip as she watched the dancers tear off their tops and gyrate with the music.

As the music went on they stepped closer to the ladies, and as the vocals kicked in, the lead lip synced to the song while writhing his hips slowly in front of Samantha. She snatched a few dollar bills and tucked them and he leaned in and, in a pause in the lyrics leaned in real close to take the bills with his lips. Samantha lured him closer toward her and allowed him to snatch the bills. He winked at her and he tucked the bills into his pants. That was of course right before he and the others tore away their pants to reveal tight manthongs showing off the goods.

Jessica was holding back a little, not quite sure how to handle the dancer that was doing body rolls across from her. "Fuck it," she said to herself and joined the girls in getting lapdances.

Samantha smirked as she saw the night was going better than expected, an entire weekend of this? She licked her lips as she took out her phone to take a video of the chaos.

The girls squealed as lap dances were passed around. Taylor was first in line and looked as pleased as a cat in a fish market as a dancer saw her flashing cash. He danced slowly and rhythmically while making a show of his hardened body.

Taylor took out her phone and videoed it all for posterity. Nicole took a picture of herself with one of the dancers while flipping off the camera. Something for her husband to remember of her.

Taylor was about to say something about her lack of decorum when Christina slid in front of her and grabbed the dancer by his thong, all while passing her phone off to Taylor, "take a picture, I'm sending this to my husband."

Christina danced along with the dancer as he put a hand on her hip and dry humped against her playfully.

Taylor had her choice of positions to take pictures of and by the end she already had a photo album for Christina to send her husband.

Courtney was not letting herself be outdone by Christina again, and waved the androgynous dancer over to her. She opened her purse and tossed out fistfuls of bills as he let her feel his abs and smiled down at her.

The girls were drunk, they were loose, and they were full of newly found liberation. Even Jessica was thrilled at the sight and joined Courtney as they shared one of the dancers.

When Christina's dancer went to take the money with his mouth she pulled it out from her top and tucked it into his manthong. She gave Samantha a smirk and a look that maybe a little too competitive. Her look was enough to let Samantha know that she was committed to the plans for the weekend. The shy school teacher was gone, and in her place was a woman ready to burn the town down.

The booze was flowing and all the girls were buzzed and giddy when the dancers were finished their routine. Courtney had even tried to take off one of their thongs with her mouth, she gave a healthy tip for that. The boys waved goodbye to the girls with cheeky winks and knowing grins and left the suite to the applause of the seven women.

The music died down and the girls were left breathless and laughing.

"Well that was the best lap dance I've had in a decade," laughed Liz.

"Was it the only one you've had in a decade?" asked Nicole.

"Maybe," said Liz with a slight blush, "I'm sorry to see them go, I hope they hydrate, they worked really hard."

Casino Day

Mimosas were had on the terrace the next morning. Liz popped a supplement and poured a powdered electrolytes into her mimosa before downing the whole thing.

The girls had played strip poker for the beds and ended up going two to a bed and the others sleeping on couches or in Courtney's case behind the bar where she'd passed out after, and quote, "the tiles were cold and comfy"

Nicole opened her eyes and was in a familiar position, her sleeping on her side and a set of arms holding her... Wait... She looked behind and saw Taylor holding her and snoring.

"Um. Taylor?" asked Nicole as she tried to get out of the grip, "Taylor?" Taylor let out a tequila burp and Nicole blinked and waved away the smell.

"Okay... this is fine."

A half hour later the ladies were mostly dressed and gathered in the dining room where room service was served. Waffles stacked high, bowls of fresh fruit, and fair trade coffee. Everyone was a little hungover at best and nursing a serious hangover at worst. Each and every one of them reached into Liz's care package and took out the dehydrated electrolyte packs.

"Nursing school trick." said Liz as she had her waffles.

Nicole glanced at Taylor as she ate her breakfast and wondered what the cuddling had been about. Was it just people doing things in their sleep or was their, god forbid, motive behind it. Nicole never considered themselves a 'girl's girl' in the marital sense. Had she kissed a woman in college? Of course, what modern woman hadn't?

Taylor was looking through her phone with one hand and covering her mouth with the other.

"Shots get a little risque?" teased Christina as she helped herself to more fresh fruit.

"Um..." started Taylor, "hey Sam, did we invite that bellhop over?"

A silence came over the women as they each pulled out their phones. Each of their eyes went wide as they saw their own exploits with the bellhop on their phone. There they were, black out drunk, and doing everything from heavy petting to reverse cowgirl on the nervous but excited looking guy.

"Oh..." said Samantha as she saw a selfie video she'd taken of her pushing his face in between her breasts.

Liz had her mouth covered as she saw that she'd sat on the young man's face while pouring tequila on her belly.

"We uh... I think we made his year." Said Taylor as she picked out her favourite shots.

"Where the fuck is he?" Asked Samantha.

Samantha's question was answered when the women descended on one of the bathrooms of the penthouse and quietly opened the door. Inside the Jacuzzi tub of the bathroom and laying on a pile of towels was their mystery bellhop. He had cherrywood coloured curly hair and was snoring while curled up with a black dress as a blanket and no pants. He was in deep, deep sleep after the ringer he'd been put through.

"Oh shit," said Samantha

"I hope he's alright," said Liz

"Is that my black dress?" asked Christina.

Liz stepped over and checked his breathing, letting out a sigh of relief, "yeah he's fine," she winced as the bellhop yawned and she got a face full of alcohol laced morning breath, "though he's not going to be a fan of loud noises or bright lights for a bit."

"Hungover?" asked Samantha.

"As hell, I think that was from pouring most of a bottle of tequila down the poor bastard's throat."

Samantha cleared her throat, "the defendant would like to state for the record he said 'challenge accepted' before that."

Taylor grinned and snapped a picture for the personal album.

Liz left a carton of Orange juice from the fridge in the bathroom along with a plate of fresh fruit and a hand written note thanking him for the great time.

Back in the rest of the penthouse the girls were taking turns showering, opening luggage, changing in front of each other, and using every reflective surface to work on their makeup.

Samantha stood in an expensively simple red dress and held a mimosa triumphantly, "Ladies, these fuckers took our faithfulness and spit in our faces, lets fucking bankrupt them. Humiliate them, this isn't about the high road, this is about showing them that if he's not ours, we're not his. And recording, every, ball-slapping, second, of it."

Taylor lifted her own glass, "to bad choices made on the cheating fucker's dime."

More cheers from the girls and they raised their glasses in cheers to a newfound sisterhood.

"To being horny in Vegas," cheered Courtney as she slammed back her mimosa.

Once they were all ready with purses filled with Liz's kits they headed for the elevator as a posse of women with Vegas at their mercy.

In the elevator tourist couple whispered something about being "high roller's girls."

Normally being confused for an escort would piss Samantha off, but today? Fuck yeah, she was a whore and she was wearing the fuck out of it.

As soon as the doors opened each woman had her own ideas of what fun in Vegas meant, they broke into groups to explore the hotel.

Nicole followed Taylor, more concerned Taylor would get into too much trouble for her to handle on her own. That and she had to know what the cuddling meant, she just had to, somehow, figure out how to bring it up casually.

Taylor looked behind her to see Nicole following and she was relieved, she'd seen posters and she had to know if it was true.

Taylor power walked through the casino to reach the VIP lounge. Nicole kept pace with Taylor and glanced at where they were heading, "Taylor, any time you want to fill me in on what we're doing I'm good."

Taylor paused at a poster on a wall displaying a set of stern looking men with chains draped over them along with their instruments.

"Prophets of Maul," whispered Taylor, "they're my favourite fucking band and my husband hates them, says they're not 'brand appropriate' for me to listen to."

"So..." started Nicole, "is this a 'autograph and bolt situation' or a 'you want the lead singer's baby,' situation?"

"First of all, that's the bassist," started Taylor, "and second of all, I just... want to tell them their music got me through Kyle's sexting scandal."

Nicole cocked her head, "I don't really keep up with social media stuff, what happened?"

Taylor sighed, "So my younger sister, turned twenty this year, gets a text from my husband trying to convince her to sleep with him."

Nicole's eyes went wide, "he didn't,"

"She tells me, and I could blow him up but that tanks my brand as well. And you know what the worst part was? Women contacted me in the past but I always assumed it was faked, I covered for that fucker without knowing it, I shouldn't have, but damn I had my blinders on. If I reveal the sexting accusations he gets blown up, which he deserves, but I become poor broken little pea, that's six months of content at best."

"Content? But that's your life, those women's lives."

It was as if the electricity that coursed through Taylor stopped, she became still, "I know, fuck do you know what it's like being a model couple for half a million people?" She pulled her phone out and went to her Instagram account. "I get comments like, 'I wish my boyfriend was half the man that Kyle was' or my fucking favourite, 'Nicole, can you share your husband?' Apparently Kyle really liked that idea."

The betrayal slammed back and Taylor leaned against a slot machine as she tried to ignore the aching rage she felt at her husband.

Nicole took a deep breath and offered her hands to Taylor who gave her a disarmed smile and held them. Taylor gave Nicole's hands a squeeze and wiped her eyes, "thanks, now let's fucking party like groupies."

Nicole paused as Taylor continued, "You know what groupies do, right? Right?" she asked, she opened her mouth, paused, then closed it, shrugged, and followed along.

Courtney, Samantha, and Christina were on the casino floor, they'd bought a few grand in chips together and Christina and Courtney were content bleeding away the chips at the table. Samantha though, she was hankering for a challenge and she wasn't as good at counting cards as she thought.

"Can we at least play poker? Low stakes table, no sweat," offered Samantha as Courtney hit on a seventeen and got a five.

"I suck at poker," said Courtney, "this is fun though."

"Because you're so much better at blackjack," teased Samantha

Christina stayed on an eighteen and watched as the dealer bust. She received her payout and put all of it on the next hand. "I seem to be doing pretty good." She said as the dealer cleared the table and laid out fresh cards.

Christina leaned over to Samantha, hey what's that thing called when you make two hands out of one?"

Samantha glanced at Christina, "It's called splitting and it's a terrible idea."

Christina put her cards down and had two tens. She smiled confidently and split the hand to Samantha's exasperation. Christina had her whole pot hanging on this. The dealer obliged and put down two cards, an eight and a five. Christina hit on the five and shocked the table by getting another five. The dealer flipped their card and had a total of seventeen, he did a soft hit, drawing a ten. Christina raised her hands and shrieked with glory as a healthy portion of chips were slid toward her. Samantha shook her head in disbelief and nearly pulled Samantha off her stool as she hugged her. "I need some alcohol," she said excitedly, a server offered her a glass of clear liqueur and Christina slammed it back before wooting.

Samantha managed to talk Christina into leaving while she was up and they got her to take her three hundred in chips to the teller. Samantha took a deep breath, "alright, do either of you know how to play poker?" she asked.

Two shakes of the head. Samantha took another deep breath, alright look, I'm just going to take some chips and get the urge out, a few hands, nothing more. Are you two good for a half an hour?"

Christina and Courtney looked at each other and at Samantha, "not very sisterly, ring leader." Said Christina.

Samantha groaned, "we've got the whole weekend, I just want to put some men in their boxes at the table, realign some egos."

Courtney wrapped her arm around Christina's shoulder, "we'll keep busy, you have fun."

Samantha walked up and hugged the two, "you're both amazing, have some fun, I'll text you when I throw in the towel."

Samantha strode through the poker section of the hotel looking for her prey. She strode with confidence and found what she was looking for. A table with a few men in suits with piles of chips on the table. Samantha ruffled her hair and snatched a martini glass from a passing server.

"Are any of these seats taken?" she asked after she sipped from her drink, playing up the girly voice.

One of the men, business suit, smiled at her and gestured to a free seat, "for a pretty girl like you? Absolutely," he said.

Samantha giggled, "oh you're so nice," she said in a cute school girl voice. She looked at the dealer, "buy-in for five?" she said as she took out five hundred from her purse and slid it to the dealer. She got five hundred in chips and was responsible for the big blind.

As she looked at her cards she was reminded of her first meeting with her law professor outside of the class. She was at a charity poker tournament and at the same table as her prof, and her prof said something that changed how she viewed Poker forever. "Remember Sam, poker is a cross examination with chips." Her prof ended up cleaning out Samantha and the whole tournament. They played every two weeks after that until Samantha graduated.

The pre flop happened and her first hand was an absolute dumpster fire, a seven and a three, unless she had a miracle during the flop this was going to be tricky. She looked around as one of the players folded and the other bet a few chips. Samantha let herself smirk a little and called with confidence.

The flop came, a ten, six, and an ace. No help at all. She smiled and raised leading to the other man at the table to call.

The turn came next, another ten. Samantha was all too aware that a three of a kind of tens was a potential. She called, she had a plan and watched as her opponent raised.

The river card was last, a seven, all Samantha had was a two pairs, she smiled and raised as she kept her cool and she gambled most of her chips.

Her opponent, a man in snakeskin boots, swore under his breath and folded rather than call. the showdown came and Samantha smirked as she showed her two pairs to snakeskin. He looked down at his three of a kind and took a deep breath as the chips were moved to Samantha.

She wanted to be smug, but that wouldn't win her the table, just the hand. She looked around at the table, "did I win?" she asked in an intentionally naive tone.

Getting Picked

Liz looked at herself in the mirror as she did her makeup, she was in her black dress, thankful that the stress of being a nurse kept her fit like she was in her twenties. She finished applying her mascara and added a little bit of blush. She considered a subtle maroon lipstick but reached into her purse and picked out a new stick of lipstick she'd picked out at the drugstore before boarding the plane.

It was Ferrari red and as she applied it and puckered her lips she smiled. This was her, this was her moment to experience her own life. She reached into her purse and pulled out a sheet of paper she'd printed out and looked over the list.

Have first Threesome (Maybe FFM?)

Give a stranger a blowjob

Get picked up at a bar

Voyeurism

Give a woman a kiss

Get called the hottest woman in the room

Get toyed

BDSM?

Send Marcus a sex tape (I WAS PREGNANT WHEN YOU CHEATED, MARCUS)

Pool Sex (Hot Tub Acceptable)

Fuck a younger guy

Liz smiled and took her lipstick and crossed off 'fuck a younger guy' as she remembered the bellhop. Her breath caught when she remembered taking off her pants and sitting on the excited guy's face.

Jessica entered the room in a black dress and smokey eye shadow, "damn Liz, cleaning up well."

Liz blew Jessica a kiss, "turns out I've been saving all my sexy for this weekend."

"What's with the list?" asked Jessica.

Liz handed it to Jessica who went through it and smirked as she saw what Jessica was planning. "Damn girl, you made a list and you're definitely checking it twice." she said as she grew envious.

Liz accepted the list back and tucked it into her purse. "So this hotel has a pretty swanky bar..." she said.

"You want to get picked up don't you?"

Liz became giddy, "I just love the idea of hooking up with a guy who I don't know, it's not about the sex, it's about being picked."

Jessica nodded and bit her lip, "Okay, you've convinced me... so... want to cross off threesome? I'd rather hook up with a stranger with someone else around, safer, so bar?" she asked.

Liz smiled, "Looks Like I'm crossing off two today."

Jessica patted Liz on the shoulder, "two so far," she assured as they walked out of the door.

The cocktail lounge was off of the casino floor and a festival of glass, marble, and top shelf liqueur. Jessica put her joint credit card on the bar and looked at the bartender.

"Martinis, keep them coming," said Jessica. The bartender, a man with a subtle smile and knowledgeable eyes mixed two martinis and placed the glasses on the bar top.

Liz sat down at the bar and looked around at the selection, there were a few men on business, more than a few women lounging around enjoying the ambience. "So... how do we do this?" asked Liz.

Jessica paused before drumming her fingers on the bar top, "I'm um... I'm not sure," she admitted. All she knew of cheating was her husband's endless flirtation with every stewardess, cocktail waitress, and client that they ever encountered. "This is men we're dealing with, if we had a sign that said DTF we'd be fighting them off with a stick."

"Speak for yourself," said Liz playfully, "I might come back with a sign."

Jessica sipped her martini and looked around at the bar, "you know..." she said as she popped an olive into her mouth, "we could flip the script, find a guy? What heterosexual man is going to say no to a threesome?"

Liz blinked and looked around, there were definitely some fine specimens in the bar now, but she'd never been the hunter, so to speak. "I... I didn't even think of that..."

Jessica nodded at an especially fetching Vegas bachelor with a navy blue shirt that was just tight enough to show a defined chest and abs, "what about him? He looks like your type."

Liz looked at Jessica, "and how do you know my type?"

"Based on our previous night, breathing and male?" replied Jessica.

"Touche," Liz glanced at the man and bit her lip, "shit, he's got a moustache."

"Is that a deal breaker?"

"It's a deal maker."

Jessica giggled, "you like them dapper, don't you?"

Liz blushed, "not like that, I just... when I see well groomed facial hair my thighs get all tingly."

"Yeah. But they don't manscape usually."

Liz paused but shook her head, "if he's got a jungle down there I'll blow him, but I get first round after."

Jessica cocked an eyebrow, now this was a negotiation, "You blow him, I get first ride but you can ride his face."

"Are you counter offering me?"

"I'm negotiating," said Jessica with a wink.

Liz sipped her martini, "let's make this interesting, I blow him first and if he's groomed down there I get first ride to make you jealous."

"Conditional offer... I get first foreplay rights."

"Deal."

Jessica and Liz sauntered over to the lucky bachelor and stood before him filled with martini laced confidence. The man, a firefighter from Colorado taking some R&R, noticed two women standing in front of him. He blinked and gulped, wondering if he'd signalled them somehow. "Hey um... can I help you?" he asked cautiously.

Jessica winked at Liz, "we noticed you at the bar, you're cute." she said.

The man cleared his throat, not believing this happening, "I um... thank you? Look ladies I um... I mean I'm flattered but I don't have much money."

Liz looked at Jessica and they shared an expression of disbelief, "Oh we're not prostitutes," assured Liz.

"Wait... you two are just... propositioning me?" he said in equal disbelief.

"I mean we were but then you implied we were prostitutes..." said Jessica, enjoying making him squirm a little.

Liz elbowed Jessica lightly, "what my friend is saying is we're still up if you are."

The man blinked while his mouth opened and closed repeatedly. "I mean yeah, yeah, um. I've got a king size bed on the tenth floor.

Liz and Jessica looked at each other, "let's go back to our room."

The man considered his odds of this being too good to be true against being something he'd kick himself later for turning down. He patted the table and downed his drink, "lead the way. I'm Chris by the way."

As the elevator arrived at the villa floor Chris was starting to understand why they'd insisted on him coming with them. And when he saw the villa suite he was nursing a semi, whoever these women were, they were high rollers and found him hot enough to proposition him.

They took the stairs up to the second floor of the villa and each had a hand on Chris' ass as they walked him into one of the bedrooms. Liz looked at Jessica, "we doing this?"

"Be a crime to stop now," said Jessica as she slipped her dress off and revealed her ruthlessly maintained physical fitness. Liz followed and felt envious of Jessica, she counted calories but by the looks of it Jessica hadn't seen an empty calorie in five years and hadn't skipped a day on the treadmill. Jessica noticed Liz staring and smiled, posing for both Liz and Chris. "Come on Liz, get comfortable, we need to open our present."

Liz bit her lip and slipped out of her dress as well. She knelt with Jessica on either side of Chris who was sitting on the bed. They each grabbed a side of his pants and gently pulled them down.

Liz's heart was pounding as she saw Chris' briefs packed with what looked like a banana, no definitely a plantain. "Damn," breathed Jessica.

Jessica patted Chris' member, "you know that pythons are an invasive species don't you?"

Chris blushed and rubbed the back of his neck, "you know, I used to think I was only average because I just assumed porn star dicks were the average."

Jessica leaned forward and gave his clad shaft a few kisses and looked over at Liz who was just staring. "I... I really need to know what that feels like in me."

Liz grabbed Chris' briefs and pulled them down, a glorious pillar sprang up, surrounded by well groomed body hair. Liz stuck her tongue out at Jessica, "I'll get us started," said Liz as she kissed her way up and tried to get her mouth around Chris' glans. She blinked as she realized that she'd only got the head in and her mouth was full. She pulled back and coughed.

Jessica was watching and took in what she was seeing, "Damn, you think you can take that?" she asked.

Liz winked at her, "I had kids, this is a breeze, now help me get him ready." Liz put her lips on one side of the shaft and Jessica hesitantly took charge of the other side. They each used their mouths and Liz made a mental note to check give a blowjob off the list.

Chris looked up at the ceiling and groaned out loud as two bombshells were kissing and suckling on him. He'd gotten used to women skipping oral on him because of his size but these two were making it work. "Ladies, keep doing what you're doing," he begged.

Jessica licked up the shaft, as she went to lap again her tongue brushed with Liz's and she felt a rush, this was messy and she was a little bi curious. She'd never consider dating a woman, she enjoyed men too much. But would she turn down a little exploration? Absolutely not. Jessica kissed her way up and guided Liz up to meet her at the glans.

With two tongues working on him Chris bucked his hips and gasped as he was overstimulated. "Ohhhh shit, just like that," he said while writhing underneath them. Liz's heart was pounding as her and Jessica's lips touched, it left a tingle on Liz's lips after.

Chris didn't last long and finished, copiously, into the surprised women's mouths. Both Liz and Jessica were taken off guard by Chris' volume and each had to back off to handle what they'd been given. Liz opened her eyes and looked at Jessica and giggled, Jessica saw Liz and she giggled too. Chris was breathing hard and willing himself to not go soft before he'd had a chance to see this fantasy through.

Liz wiped her mouth clean while Jessica swallowed. "Fuck..." Liz looked over at Chris, "how you hanging in there, tiger?"

"Just give me like... two minutes," he panted as he still saw stars.

Liz looked at Jessica slyly, "well you did want foreplay first," she looked at Chris, "How's your tongue feeling?"

"Like it's about to be on duty."

True to his word after two minutes Chris was back in action, but his face was covered by Jessica's hips and thighs as she writhed on top of him. Liz had been content to watch but when Chris got his second wind she knew what she wanted to do. There was a moment of hesitation, there was a difference between a blowjob and sex, and she was about to cross a threshold.

If she did this she became her husband's moral equal, another cheating spouse. But when she thought about heaving with tears while pregnant and he was 'working late' she realized that she didn't want to be the bigger person, she didn't want to be the victim, she wanted to be the bitch who won by going lower.

She reached for the nightstand, tore open a condom wrapper, and straddled Chris. Her breathing was heavy as she placed the condom on his glans and started unrolling it. Once it was halfway down she lifted herself up and lined herself up.

Liz's breath hitched and her spine tingled as she fell down on him. She felt like a goddess awakened, it wasn't just the size of Chris, it was what this meant, she wasn't forgiving with grace, she wasn't taking the high road, she was winning the ugly way and it felt so. Fucking. Good.

With his pipes cleared Chris was ready for a sexual marathon, Liz nearly bottomed out on Chris before she felt her limits be reached. She'd nearly had a crisis just mounting him, what was it going to feel like to actually ride this monster?

As Jessica cradled her breasts and rode Chris' face, Liz slowly lifted herself and sucked in a breath as she felt a sudden emptiness within her. "Ohhhh fuck~" said Liz with a wavering voice. As she dropped back down she groaned and squeezed around Chris' shaft. Chris reached out and put his hands and Liz's hips as he guided her. Her whole body felt electric as she was gently handled by this young stud.

With Chris' guidance she started to bounce on his shaft and moaned loudly each time he nearly bottomed out in her. "I'm... I'm not gonna last much longer," cried out Liz. With a few more thrusts she clenched around him and closed her eyes as she felt a body rocking orgasm well up inside of her. It exploded within her and spread from her core to her fingers and toes. She hadn't had an orgasm like this in years.

While Liz and Jessica claimed their prize, repeatedly, the rest of the girls were still having their Vegas adventures. Chris wouldn't get a break for a few hours and by the time he was done he felt like he'd done a naked marathon.

Only In Vegas

Nicole and Taylor walked toward a cordoned off part of the casino's conference area. A bouncer was standing next to a velvet rope with his arms crossed. Taylor sauntered up to the bouncer and tried to casually walk past but he held his arm out to block her.

"Sorry ladies, meet and greet isn't for a few hours, come back then," he said.

Nicole looked at Taylor, almost hoping that would be enough for Taylor to give up on this idea. Sure she'd fantasized about giving a rockstar oral, what woman hadn't? But to actually do it was another thing entirely.

Taylor pouted and looked at the bouncer apologetically, "sorry, they're my favourite band."

The bouncer nodded, "they're a lot of people's favourite band, grab a backstage pass and you can meet them, but no one without a pass is getting past me."

As the bouncer was speaking the band walked past the entrance and one of them noticed Taylor. He had a ginger beard like a viking and tattoos running down his arms,, revealed by a grey tanktop with the band's name on it. The tanktop left nothing to the imagination, his arms were like those of a pipe fitter, perfect for a bassist. And he was looking at the two women with familiarity in his eyes.

"Holy shit, is that Little Pea?" he asked as he looked at Taylor. The other bandmates stopped and looked at Taylor before nodding. Taylor was frozen still as the bassist of her favourite band walked over to her and put a hand on the bouncer's shoulder, "hey chuck, you can let this one through." he said. The bouncer shrugged and gestured for Taylor to come through.

Taylor fiddled with her fingers, "could um... could my friend come?" she asked, the bassist smirked at her, "hell yeah, friend of little pea is a friend of mine." he said casually.

Taylor blushed, " cannot believe you know me!" she said.

"Are you kidding?" asked the bassist, "I love your stuff, I had to get a better data plan because I kept watching your stuff, hey is Big Pea with you?"

Taylor rubbed the back of her neck, "Why don't you invite us to sit down? A little mutual meet and greet?"

The bassist chuckled, "pretty sure that's called a conversation, but come on, I'll introduce you to the guys."

Nicole stepped forward, "Hi, I'm Nicole, um... Taylor's friend."

The bassist offered a hand to shake hers, "Andy," he said politely.

"Nicole," said Nicole as she shook his hand, "love your beard."

Andy chuckled, "it itches to all hell but it's grown on me... literally." Taylor and Nicole giggled at the joke and followed Andy as he walked back to his bandmates.

"So no shit," said Andy as he walked and talked with Taylor, "he sexted your sister?" While he talked to Taylor Nicole tried to stay calm at what was happening.

Taylor shook her head, "my sister and like... twenty other women."

"Fucking big pea," he muttered, "you know I took valentines day tips from you guys last year? Really pleased the girlfriend. Sorry to hear he was a bastard"

"Well I'm glad we could help," said Taylor with a tinge of regret. "And thanks."

Andy motioned to a set of couches in the backstage where the other bandmates were sitting. The lead guitarist was tuning his guitar while the lead singer was drinking a from a takeout cup of tea. Andy sat down with the guys and offered the other couch to the girls. "So what brings Little Pea to Vegas sans big pea?" he asked.

Taylor gave a devious smirk, "making big pea regret ever sending a picture of his dick to my sister," she said simply.

Andy clapped his hand, "fuck that's metal," he said, "fuck the high road, how's it going so far?"

Taylor blushed, "I'll let you know in a few hours." she said coyly."

The other bandmates noticed the tension and looked at Andy with approval. Andy rubbed the back of his neck, "so uh... what you have in mind?"

"Mindless sex, recording all of it, and sending proof to the bastard."

Nicole's cheeks burned as Taylor shamelessly flaunted her intentions to the band.

Taylor spoke enough for the both of them, Nicole understood this was her moment. As she talked to the band, Taylor unconsciously had her hand on Nicole's lap and Nicole was trying to figure out how she felt about it, "-and you guys helped me get through the worst of finding out about Kyle's sexting," said Taylor. "Seriously, Field of Needles and Broken Chain were my anthem in the shower."

The lead singer glanced at Taylor, "I actually wrote Field of Needles over a breakup and trying to quit smoking.

Taylor gasped and patted Nicole's lap, "I had this feeling when I was listening to it, I was like... yeah, this is saying what I'm feeling."

The lead singer smiled at Taylor, Andy leaned forward, "so I gotta ask, what did you have in mind when you two tried to sneak a meet and greet?"

Taylor looked at Nicole, "well... oh shit this is a lot harder than I thought it would be... um..." Taylor squeezed Nicole's thigh and Nicole felt a bead of sweat run down her temple.

Taylor twiddled her fingers and quickly blurted with her eyes closed, "I was wondering, if you're up for it, going into a bathroom and me giving you a boob job

Andy blinked, the lead singer was quietly chuckling, and the lead guitarist was blinking in surprise. The singer looked at Andy, "dude, has this ever happened to us?" he asked.

Andy looked at Taylor, "no I'm pretty sure this is the first time. And uh... let me make a call," he said as he took his cell phone out and made a call.

"Hey babe, so you know that thing that we talked about? Yeah it just happened... Yeah she just asked, no shit seriously? Yeah totally, two hours, minimum. I love you too, see you in a few weeks." Andy hung up the phone and looked at his bandmates, "I owe Kate two hours of oral but uh..." he looked over at Taylor, "I'm down if you are."

Taylor was a blushing mess as she held Andy's arm and he walked for a backstage bathroom. She patted her pockets, the sharpie she'd brought was still there, she had a sweet little detail she wanted to add to this.

Nicole kicked her feet and looked at the lead singer and guitarist as they watched Andy go.

"So, have a name?" asked the lead singer.

"Nicole, and yourselves?"

"Claude," said the lead singer.

"Hogarth," said the guitarist.

Nicole took a deep breath, "it's nice to meet you guys, you did the soundtrack for that independent movie, right? What was it called?

"It was this awesome little movie, our agent didn't want us to do it but we loved the script and knew we could make a killer track to it." Claude looked at Hogarth, "What was it called again? Ice something."

"Stronghold of Iceriver," answered Hogarth.

Claude leaned forward, "so how about you?"

"Hm?"

"What's your gig?" asked Claude.

"Oh!" said Nicole, "I'm an architect, mostly renovating old buildings while maintaining street facing facades... Holy fuck I'm terrible at flirting."

Claude had a light chuckle, "how did you end up tagging along with little pea? You two know each other?"

"Only since yesterday, we met on this Facebook group, scorned wives club, it's a group women whose husbands cheated on them, and we're cheating back."

Claude and Hogarth glanced at each other, "goddamn, scorched earth huh?"

Nicole smiled deviously, "found out dear husband's business trips to our sister firm in California were for Rebekah. He spent two years gaslighting me into thinking everything was fine, he was just in California for business, meanwhile he's hip deep in some bitch and gets her pregnant. Fucker started a second goddamned family... shit I just realized I'm complaining to you guys. I have a therapist to talk about this with, god knows she gets paid enough."

Claude shrugged, "hey it's all good, you doing alright?"

Nicole closed her eyes and sighed, "I'm good, just uh..." she couldn't deny it, mentioning her husband's cheating antics set a furnace off in her. She wanted to get even, she wasn't interested in getting knocked up like that cheating bitch. but she wasn't above a little revenge threesome.

"Just...?" teased Hogarth as he strummed his guitar.

Nicole groaned, "I really don't want Taylor to have all the fun so..." she took a breath. "If you two are up for I would really like see what two handsome vikings can do to a pretty gal."

Hogarth and Claude looked at each other, they were in their late thirties, early forties and this lithe twenty nine year old was propositioning them. Andy was the only one with a steady girlfriend, band life didn't lend itself to stable relationships. After a few 'you're away too often' break up texts they opted to choose the band over companionship.

Hogarth put down his guitar, "you're on a mission huh?" he said as he stood up.

Nicole looked at Hogarth and stood up to match him, "Reclaiming six years of my twenties. So, you guys up?"

Claude stood up and put his hands on his hips and looked at Hogarth, "only in Vegas man."

Nicole didn't come up to the shoulders of either man, and she was feeling them rub her back as they walked to a backstage room. She was doing this, she was doing this, oh my fuck she was doing this. She felt them gently claim her as she walked into a room with dressing mirrors, couches, and the band's personal luggage.

Nicole turned around and bit her lip as she looked at either man. Hogarth's arms were covered in sleeve tattoos and Claude had defined pecs and abs. He looked at Nicole, "you ready?"

Nicole nodded and took off her shirt, knowing if she hesitated now she'd chicken out. "I'm good, I'm good, just, you know, threesome, and you guys are really hot."

Hogarth started taking off his t shirt, "want us to go slow?"

"At first? Yeah, just a bit," said Nicole as she dropped her pants.

Claude got next to the couch and patted the chair, "get comfy, we'll take care of you. Nicole slipped out of her underwear and unclipped her bra before sitting on the couch. Hogarth knelt down and guided her hips forward so he could eat her out. Claude meanwhile shimmied out off his underwear and presented himself to Nicole.

Nicole groaned and whimpered as she was eaten out and groaned around Claude's shaft. She was doing this, she was in the middle of an oral chain with a metal band and she was positively soaking.

While Nicole was enjoying being serviced and servicing in turn, Taylor was in the midst of giving a boob job to Andy. "Ohhh fuck," gasped Andy as Taylor rubbed his glans with her breasts. She wanted something to remember this by. When Andy came he came hard. Taylor's chin and breasts were covered, when Andy noticed he reached for the toilet paper dispenser and handed a wad to Taylor who cleaned herself up with it.

"Thanks," said Taylor as she wiped her mouth and stood up.

"No problem, thank you," said a breathless Andy.

"So..." started Taylor as she took her sharpie out of her back pocket, "could I get an autograph?" she asked.

Andy chuckled and accepted the marker and looked at her, "so what am I signing?"

Taylor held her right breast and cocked an eyebrow at Andy. He chuckled again and carefully put his signature on Taylor's tit.

"Viola," said Andy. "one signed boob."

Taylor put her bra and shirt back on and was giddy with post boob job euphoria. "Oh yeah, this is exactly what I needed," said Taylor, "holy fuck, when I get home I'm putting 'Appetite for punishment' and masturbating until my fingers bleed," said Taylor.

Andy chuckled as the opened the door and stepped out of the stall, "I loved making that album," he said. They shared glances and Taylor blushed at the weight of what she'd done. But as they were making eye contact a ear splitting bout of flatulence filled the bathroom and after a beat, an exasperated groan. Taylor and Andy blinked at each other and looked over at the last stall in the bathroom.

Andy walked over and knocked on the door, "hey Steve, that you?" he asked.

"Yeah," came an exhausted reply from the bathroom.

Andy looked back at Taylor, "Our drummer," he explained.

"Dude!" shouted Steve, "I'm dying here, can you please let me shit my insides out in peace?"

"I fucking told you that all-you-can-eat sushi was a bad idea, who eats raw fish in the desert?"

"Just leave me to my punishment," said Steve. Taylor held back a laugh and left the bathroom with Andy.

When they got back to the lounge they saw that Nicole and the others were gone. Taylor looked around, "holy fuck did she really?" she asked.

"Looking like it," mused Andy, "hey we got a cooler, want a drink?"

Nicole wasn't thinking, she was getting it from behind from Claude who had his hands on her ass and was giving it to her as hard as she wanted. Meanwhile she had Hogarths' dick in her mouth as he let her decide the pace.

This, she thought as she sucked and occasionally gagged, this was sex, not whatever Scott had given her during her six years of marriage. That was just a few minutes of missionary with maybe some fingering if he was really horny. This though? This was raw, messy, and real.

Nicole pulled back and coughed before wiping her mouth. She looked back at Claude, "I'm so fucking close," she panted before resuming with Hogarth. She wasn't thinking about anything, her mind was blissfully clear, she wasn't thinking about her husband's betrayal, for the first time in months her pleasure wasn't tainted with memories of him.

The sheer audacity of it made Nicole shiver, she was a twice valedictorian and here she was, on her knees between two rockstars. And she felt right doing it. Claude felt her clench around him and gripped her tightly as he picked up his pace. Hogarth groaned and gave himself a few strokes, Nicole pulled off of him and nodded at Hogarth. He eagerly stroked off while Nicole panted and caught her breath. She looked in the changing mirror and saw herself, her black hair messy, her makeup smeared, and a fuck-drunk expression on her face.

And she was living for it.

Hogarth groaned and came, Nicole opened her mouth and closed her eyes like she'd seen in porn. She was getting a facial from a rock star, the Nicole of a year ago would be horrified. But all she felt now was sweet freedom, freedom to throw herself at bad ideas that sound fun.

She went from studying in school to get to Cornell, then acing Cornell to get a good job at a respectable firm. There was never time for her to discover who she was and what she wanted. Scott was there and she was terrified of being alone, it all made sense at the time. Her friends were either getting married or living up the bacheloret lifestyle. She just didn't want to be alone.

Nicole cried out as she reached her climax, it was like the birth of a star as the woman she used to be became the woman she wanted to be. She didn't want safety, she didn't want Scott, she wanted to be adventurous. She wanted to be confident.

Claude filled out his condom and groaned as he was inside of Nicole, she let out a wavering moan as she felt the bubble of the condom inside her. Her toes curled and rubbed her face against Hogarth's crotch while giggling wildly.

After letting the guys recover Nicole let them help her up and she stood up and reached into her pants for her phone. She grabbed Claude's used condom and held it up to her face with one hand and took a selfie with the other.

She typed out a message to go along with the picture. 'tell Rebekah I said hi.'

"And send, choke on that Scott."

While Nicole was towelling off and wiping her face she felt her phone vibrate as Scott tried to call her. She blocked his number and stuffed her phone back in her pants. Taylor was sitting on a couch talking with Andy when Nicole, Claude, and Hogarth rejoined them Taylor got up and high fived Nicole then gave her a big hug.

"We fucking did this!" she said proudly. Nicole pulled Taylor in for a hug and was filled with satisfaction.

"How'd it go for you?" asked Nicole.

Taylor didn't say anything, instead she pulled her shirt up and slid her bra to reveal the autograph on her tit. Nicole blinked and was briefly distracted by Taylor's exposed breast. A thought crossed her mind, fuck she wanted to get her lips on that. In the moment she tried to think nothing of it but Taylor was on her mind.

Taylor looked back at Andy, "Hey um... I feel like I should ask first but would you mind if I got this tattooed? I dunno I feel like I should ask you."

Andy shrugged, "go for it, this has to be the hottest thing that's ever happened to us.

Nicole whispered in Taylor's ear and Taylor nodded, "oh yeah, let's do it."

A Vegas tattoo parlour sees a lot of strange requests, when two women walked in the parlour owner didn't think too much of it. She was a woman in her fifties who'd been tattooing newly wed names and tribal tattoos since the late eighties.

Taylor took out her joint credit card and put it on the counter, "we need two tattoos, do you do walk ins?"

"Absolutely, couple's tattoo?" she asked.

Taylor and Nicole shared a glance at each other and giggled, "... sort of?" asked Nicole, "I want a broken heart on my um... ass, and my friend wants an autograph made permanent.

The parlour owner leaned over the counter, "you two seem like you're on an adventure, why don't I tattoo your heart on your thigh so you're not wincing every time you sit down."

"Works for me," said Nicole.

The tattooist cracked her neck, "let's get you on the chair then."

While Taylor got her autograph tattooed by the parlour owner Nicole was laying on a cushioned table while the parlour owner's apprentice tattooed the broken heart.

"Oh!" said Nicole, "I had a thought," she said. The apprentice, a blond woman with band tattoos on her arms and neck. "Could you add six little hearts around the broken heart? One for each year that fucker took from me."

The apprentice chuckled and stencilled on the six hearts, "girl, this is righteous and I love the concept." she said.

The tattoos hurt but damn if the pain was like exercising every shitty moment from their marriages. When the tattoos were done Taylor and Nicole stood next to each other and looked at their tattoos in the mirror. Nicole checked out her thigh and bit her lip, she actually had a tattoo, and it meant something.

Taylor held her shirt up to admire the signature, she had another man's name on her body, it was a final exorcism of Kyle's betrayal. "He doesn't own me," she said to herself as she touched the still tender skin.

"Group photo?" asked Taylor as she held up a phone.

Nicole posed to show off her tattoo and Taylor did the same, the phone clicked and Taylor put the picture into her file. She didn't want to slow drip the reveal, she wanted a monsoon of pictures and videos to drop at twelve tonight. All the better to blow up the marriage in Kyle's face.

Two Pairs

Courtney was drinking a mimosa while Christina was sipping on a glass of presecco. They were in a restaurant at the hotel and waiting for their appetizers.

Courtney took a sip, "I haven't been to a lounge in forever," she said.

"Same," said Christina, "must have been teacher's college."

"So what grade do you teach anyways?"

"Grade five," answered Christina as she took another sip, "they're so cute, I mean they're starting to get lippy because of the puberty but I want to be there to guide them."

Courtney smiled and listened to Christina describe the class projects she coordinated and some of her favourite students. "Tom and I actually met in teacher's college," finished Courtney, "we ended up working at the same school and married after a few years into our careers."

"Well I would say that's sweet but we all know why we're here." Said Courtney.

Christina chugged her presecco "I had this childhood best friend, Amanda, best friend's since kindergarten. We went to college together, she was my maid of honour, and she works at the school board."

"I don't like where this is going," said Courtney.

"And then I find out a decade later that Tom and Amanda have been cheating for YEARS, turns out..." Christina shuddered, "Amanda and Tom have been a thing since a month after our fucking wedding."

Courtney's eyes went wide, "he didn't."

"He did!" insisted Christina. "fucker had a student come out as trans to them and do you know what he did?"

"I really don't like where this is going."

Christina shook her head, "that bastard outed them to their parents. We live in a state that doesn't require that. Poor kid didn't come back to school for a week and apologized to him when they did come back. They said it was a mistake and they weren't thinking clearly when they came out. Parents started homeschooling them a month later."

Courtney reached across the table and held Christina's hand as she mourned what happened. "I... I just wish I could have been there for her."'

Courtney was quiet for a beat. "Fuck, I've never been in a position like that. I um... I just caught my husband fucking the new cashier in the stock room."

"Hey betrayal is betrayal," said Christina as a waiter brought fresh glasses.

Courtney took an angry sip. "But yours didn't just betray you, they betrayed the trust of a vulnerable student. That's fucked, that is so fucked."

Christina drank hard, "lets get some table appetizers, all this betrayal talk is making me want to have a bit of a nibble."

Courtney set down her glass and looked around, "where's that damn waiter?" she asked as she looked.

Christina smirked, "I am going to fuck my way through Vegas and when I get back I'm fucking his best friend."

Courtney giggled, "damn right," she said as she high fived Christina. "I'm right there with you. Hell I'm tempted to turn the store into a sex toy shop, you know our town only has one and it's owned by the biggest fucking creep."

"Hey that's a business opportunity," said Christina, "I never shop at a sex toy shop that has a guy behind the counter."

As they were speaking Courtney noticed an older couple looking at them from the bar. They were dressed in sleek outfits, the man was in a suit and had a bit of grey in his night-black hair. His wife had her blonde hair tied back in a bun. She was in a long black dress with a silver pattern stitched into it.

Courtney leaned over and whispered. "Check out the couple behind you, I think they're checking us out."

"Oh hush," said Christina, "we're just two hot women having drinks and still no table appetizers, seriously where is that fucking waiter." As she was looking around she noticed the older couple and slowly turned back to Courtney.

"Okay," admitted Christina, "they're definitely eye banging us. Damn that guy looks like he closes deals that could fund a school for a few years."

"Check out her.," said Courtney, "that dress... I'm jealous."

The couple noticed them looking and stood up from the bar.

Courtney patted Christina's hand excitedly, "oh my god they're coming over, I don't know what to do."

"Just play it cool," whispered Christina as the couple approached them.

"We noticed you at the bar," said the woman, "sounds like you're having quite the adventure."

"Oh I'm sorry," said Christina, "were we too loud?"

The man chuckled politely, "not at all," he assured, "you sound like you're having quite a time, we actually were wondering if we could join you for a few drinks."

Christina and Courtney looked at each and shrugged, they shared a glance that said 'yeah we're about to get picked up'.

The man and woman sat down and smiled at the two, the woman looked at Christina, "we couldn't help but overhear your conversation, having fun on your adventure so far?"

Christina bit her lip, "well the strippers were fun but we haven't had that much in the way of real fun yet."

The man smirked and looked at what they assumed was his wife. "We might be able to help with that."

Courtney glanced at the man, "what did you have in mind?"

"My wife and I are part of an exclusive little... Lifestyle club. Very prestigious. We're senior members and we can bring along a couple if they wish."

"So when you say lifestyle club..." Started Christina.

The woman giggled and held her husband's hand, "We're the kind of people who... like to share..."

Courtney and Christina looked at each other and did a double take at the couple.

"Oh we're not a couple," said Courtney, "we're just friends."

"No harm there," said the husband, "but if you're not comfortable we can excuse ourselves."

Christina put her hand on Courtney's, "we weren't declining, um... just ah... making sure you know what we are."

The wife smiled. "First timers are so cute," she said to her husband, "I think you'll have a lot of fun."

Christina bit her lip, "um... why not, when's the meetup?"

"In an hour," said the husband. The wife grinned at them, "be sure to wear something you feel sexy in." she said. Her husband slid a room key and a gold foiled business card. "Penthouse at two," he said with a wink before finishing his drink and holding his wife's hand as they headed out of the lounge.

Christina and Courtney looked at each other and giggled, "That just happened," said Courtney.

"Hold on," said Christina as she took out her phone, "I'm letting the girls know where we'll be."

As she texted she saw what the other girls were getting up to, she saw a selfie taken by Liz and Jessica with a gigantic cock between them. Nicole posted a picture of her with her face covered in cum and holding a condom like a hunter holding a pheasant.

"Oh damn." said Christina, "the girls are going for it."

Courtney looked at the chat and noticed that Samantha was still quiet. "I wonder what Sam's up to?" she asked.

Samantha sat at the poker table with a stack of chips and the envious eyes of every man at the table. She'd cleaned out two men and was working on the rest of them. The man in snake skin boots threw his cards down as Samantha took his final chips and stormed away from the table.

Samantha allowed herself a coy smile, her innocent routine had worked but now everyone at the table knew she wasn't a lucky newcomer, she was a shark in her own right and had the chips to prove it.

Two business grads who thought knowing what a merger was made them the wolves of Wall street joined the table. She was content to rope them in and work them over. Everything about their body language said they were working together. It affected the odds but if she played conservatively she knew she could get their chips all the same.

She followed the rhythm of the game, calling on decent hands, folding when the cards were shit, and allowing herself to bleed some chips as she read the two. The taller of the two business bros had a Rolex that didn't match his suit and looked too old to be a new buy. Probably a gift from a family member or mentor. The shorter of the two had his hair greased up into a caesar cut like it was 2008.

she looked at her hand and saw that she had a king and a ten. A strong hand if the flop was on her side. She called hesitantly, knowing every action at the table was seen by her opponents.

The two men glanced at each other and raised, Samantha called again and they went for the flop.

Samantha's hair on the back of her neck raised when she saw the flop. There was a ten, but also a two and a three. There was the chance for a low straight on the table, not for her, she stayed cool. She had a pair of tens now, not great, not terrible, it was technically a hand.

She called, letting herself limp in to see what the business boys would do. Both of them raised like they were spending someone else's money.

The turn, the card that so often changed the dynamic of the game. A four. A straight was real possibility. She called again. She was bleeding chips but the business boys raised again, this was getting expensive. Samantha was tempted to fold but she'd paid too much to get to the river card.

Finally the river card. A king. A two pair of tens and kings put her in comfortable odds. She glanced at the business boys and raised. She was willing to play predictably for a round just to see the look on their faces.

One of the boys folded and threw his cards down, he'd been bluffing with a seven and a six. The other called her raise, Samantha wasn't about to be muscled out and raised in return.

No one was willing to bet any more chips and the reveal came. Samantha played her hand and showed the strong two pair. The remaining business bro showed his hands glumly, a pair of aces. A beautiful hand but it didn't work with any of the table cards.

"Aces, nice," she said as the pulled in two thirds of the boys chips, "but maybe you should ask daddy how to play cards before you use his money."

Christina slipped into her black dress and twirled in the mirror. Courtney was straightening out a red dress from her bag and slipping into it. They did their makeup and used a double application of setting powder. If they knew one thing about what was coming, it was that they'd be working a sweat tonight.

Upstairs in one of the bedrooms they heard Liz and Jessica taking turns riding their well hung partner's pillar. As Christina and Courtney walked out of the villa they heard Liz cry out in ecstasy and they nodded to each other, that was going to be them soon.

Into The Swing

Christina looked at Courtney as they rode the elevator up to the penthouse. "We're actually doing this," said Christina.

"Hm?" asked Courtney.

"We're really about to be the plus ones to a swinger event in Vegas. I was teaching students about Henry Hudson a week ago, and now here I am."

Courtney put a hand on Christina's shoulder, "hey, look at me," she said insistently.

Christina looked at Courtney, and Christina looked into her eyes, "you belong here, you were invited, don't get in your own head."

The elevator dinged and they stepped out of it and saw a single door at the end of a short hallway. They swiped the key card they were given and the door chirped and unlocked. With one final look at each other they entered the threshold and were embraced by electro swing and the sound of champagne being uncorked.

Despite what Christina was expecting, there were no 'eyes wide shut' masks which set her at ease. Just a bunch of people who would look down on a school teacher. Fuck she knew she was only here by the grace of being a hot woman with the right 'vibe'. But when couples turned to see them and they got predatory smirks Christina's nerves faded.

The couple who'd invited them were sipping from champagne glasses and smirked as they entered. "Glad you could make it, looking fetching," said the husband to Christina.

"Well thank you," purred Christina as her nerves faded, "thank you for inviting us, so uh... when is everyone going to be getting undressed?"

The man laughed gently, "eager huh? Well don't worry it won't be too long now. Just have to listen to the founding couple make a speech and then we have our little tradition."

"Oh? Tradition?"

The wife smiled at her and looked hungry, "something we do to treat newcomers." She reached for a glass and handed it to Christina, "the champagne is lovely, try some."

Christina needed no further encouragement and sipped greedily. She looked behind her and saw that Courtney was gone.

"Um... did you see my friend anywhere?"

Courtney was wandering the penthouse as couples talked and gave each other hungry looks. As she walked she noticed a woman with a collar and leash being held by a man.

Courtney walked up to the couple and, blushing hard, cleared her throat. "That leash is so sexy," she said. The woman was in a cream dress and smiled at Courtney.

"Thanks," she turned to her male partner, "I told you we'd get compliments."

Her partner wrapped the leash around his hand and gently pulled her in close for a kiss. The woman moaned when he gave the leash a little tug. Courtney nearly groaned when she saw the act. The man looked at Courtney and gave her a knowing grin, "I know that look, you're curious about the leash aren't you?"

Courtney blushed, "just a little," she whispered.

The man winked at her, "I could always train another pup," he looked at his partner, "would you mind sweetie? If I trained another good girl?"

The woman shamelessly licked her husband's cheek and let out a playful bark. The man stroked her cheek. "Good girl."

The girls stood alongside their found couples as the founding couple tapped their champagne glasses. He was in a fine suit, she was in a sparkling yellow dress. The man smiled at the crowd. "Everyone, we've had a lovely turnout again, I've been informed we have some newcomers here today."

He looked at Courtney and Christina and a few other couples in the crowd. "Our senior members have found some truly lovely people we hope will join us again in the future. But first, our tradition. Would those who are not yet members gather with me and my lovely wife?"

Christina was given a gentle nudge by the older couple and walked over to the founding couple. Courtney joined them along with two other couples. A lovely gay couple and a young straight couple.

One by one, each were asked what they fantasy is, and one by one, in front of strangers, they spoke of their deepest desires. First the gay couple spoke, they held hands as they admitted to wanting to be in a bukkake, the straight couple talked about how they wanted to see their wife be claimed by other men. And finally it was Courtney and Christina's turn.

Christina took a deep breath and looked deep into herself, to the places she wasn't allowed to look in her marriage. "I um... I'm here because my husband cheated on me... And I don't want to be the victim, I want to be the woman he wished he'd never betrayed, I want to be a goddess, I want to be worshipped."

Courtney looked over at Christina and felt the eyes of the room on her. "I want to give my trust to someone again. I want to have sexual purpose. I want to be dominated..." as she spoke she looked at the dom and sub couple she'd met. They were looking right at and they were both smirking.

With their desires voiced, the crowd of swingers approached the newcomers. A few gay couples approached the bashful couple who'd discussed the bukkake fantasy and guided them to a bedroom while a few couples started speaking to the straight couple. Then there was Courtney and Christina. The older couple approached Christina and offered their hands to her. "I think we can help start the worship of your shrine, goddess." he said coyly.

"Oh you are too good at this," said Christina as she felt herself get warm between the legs.

Meanwhile Courtney walked past the crowds and walked up to the dom/sub couple. "I think I'm ready, make a pet out of me," she said.

It didn't take long after the introductions for dresses and suits to start hitting the floor. The bedrooms were for those who wanted to use and be used while the remaining space was for pairing off. There were couples fucking on the couches, there were couples fucking on the floor, there were couples fucking everywhere.

In a clearing of space in the middle of the living room Courtney was on her hands and knees wearing nothing else as she knelt next to the submissive woman as her dom put a collar on Courtney's neck.

"You're a pup, your duty is to be free of mind and find purpose in your master's voice, my voice," he said seductively. Courtney nodded.

"Watch Tiffany," he instructed to Courtney as he pointed to his submissive, "Tiffany, who's a good girl?"

Tiffany barked proudly.

"Now tell me," said the dom, "what is your name?"

"Courtney," whispered Courtney as she looked up into his piercing green eyes.

The dom rubbed Courtney's head, "now Courtney, who's a good girl? Are you a good girl?"

"I am!" exclaimed Courtney.

The dom smirked but shook his head, "you're a pup now, you need to speak like one... So... are you a good girl?"

Courtney swore she was leaving a wet spot on the carpet as she barked in response. She was shocked by herself, she'd barked like a dog for a man who she didn't know. It was incredible.

"Does good girl want to try some walkies?" he asked.

Courtney barked and nodded, the dom smiled while he clipped a leash onto her collar.

Christina learned two things during the walk from the living room to the other bedroom. Firstly, her partners did have names, they were Chris and Maud, and secondly, they were handsy as hell. She could hear moaning and thumping from the first bedroom and by god she was tempted. She hadn't expected for Maud to be so into her but she was too horny to turn down an experiment or two.

The door closed and Chris started taking his suit jacket off as Maud shrugged her dress off. Maud looked at Christina and approached her, "hey, how do you feel about a woman eating you out?"

Christina gulped, there was no dancing around it now but she was being respectful, "I um... Oh wow right to the point... um... fuck it, let's try."

Maud stroked Christina's chin and drew her closer until she could put her lips on Christina's neck. She suckled and Christina was convinced she was in a coven of vampires for a second. This was all too good. But when Maud released her lips from Christina's neck with a pop she knew this was just a very horny, very sexy woman who wanted to pleasure her.

Chris was undressed and watched as Maud guided Christina onto the bed and took her place between Christina's legs. Christina giggled nervously as Maud kissed at her thighs, working her way closer to her spread crotch. Christina gasped and held her hands to her mouth as Maud got to work on her. She wasn't subtle, she slurped and made her own pleasure known. Behind her Chris was kneeling at the end of the bed and eating her out.

Christina held her breasts and moaned out loud as she was eaten out by a woman. All she could think of was the sensation between her legs, the skill of Maud's tongue was incredible, it worked in tandem with her lips to bring out feelings that Christina didn't know were possible.

Courtney walked on her hands and knees around the villa, her dom would make simple orders of her and she would obey. It was flustering for sure but weirdly calming. She didn't have to think, she just had to do and trust her dom to guide her. "Alright puppy, you enjoy your walk?" He asked.

Courtney barked excitedly.

Her dom rubbed her head and Courtney felt a rush of calm flood her brain, "good girl, does Courtney want to play?"

Courtney barked again. Her dom walked her back to the living room where Tiffany was waiting patiently for him. She looked at Courtney and saw her playful expression, she smiled. Her dom got on the couch and slipped out of his pants to reveal a already hardening shaft. "Here pups..." he said as he stroked himself, Courtney looked at Tiffany and she winked at her. They crawled toward their dom and each took a side of his shaft to themselves.

Chris was thrusting into Maud as she had her eyes closed and tongue deep in Christina. She'd already came but she needed more, so much more.

Courtney ended up touching lips and tongue with Tiffany as they each lapped at their dom's glans. Courtney felt her mouth fill and without thinking, leaned over and put her lips on Tiffany's. She shared what was in her mouth with Tiffany who then crawled onto the couch and kissed her dom in turn.

It was Christina's turn to ride Chris and she slammed her crotch down on him, she was past dignity, she wanted release. She arched her back and cried out as she was felt his glans rub across her sensitive spots. Maud laid next to them, she watched her husband fuck Christina with gusto and the only thing she felt was pride for him.

Courtney watched as Tiffany straddled their dom and she looked back and as she descended down him. Not wanting to be left out Courtney crawled forward and got between their dom's legs to lap at his balls.

Christina rolled off of Chris and both he and Maud gently nudged Christina onto her side. Chris got between her legs and started lapping, Christina took a deep breath and steadied herself as her sensitive folds were touched. Then Maud got in on the action and spread Christina's cheeks to place her tongue on her ass.

Tiffany quivered and needed help getting off of their dom. She laid on the floor and breathed hard, and speaking of hard, their dom still was. Courtney looked up at him and he nodded. She bit her lip and climbed on top of him to keep the ride going.

Christina was between Maud's legs lapping away, too fuck-drunk to remember she was straight. Chris was on top of her while she ate out his wife, she was in a sexual sandwich and she didn't mind at all. As she pulled back to breath she noticed some scaring around Maud's crotch but in the moment she didn't know what to think.

"Just some surgical scars," said Maud casually.

Christina just shrugged and resumed eating Maud out while her husband thrust into Christina's burning hot womanhood.

When Courtney came to, she was curled up on a bundle of blankets, Tiffany was beside her, it was later. Easily seven in the evening. She heard her phone vibrating and reached for her purse. Her phone was getting a call from Samantha. She blinked and answered, "Hello?" she asked hazily.

"Courtney thank fuck, are you okay?" asked Samantha while standing at the cashier's counter while she waited for the bank to wire her winnings. It would have been more but she kept getting too many chips and it scared away the good players so this was her second visit to the cashier's counter.

Courtney sighed happily, "you have no idea, so get this, we impress this hot older couple right?"

Samantha breathed in, "I'm following so far."

"And then," said Courtney as she pulled her dress back on while other couples were still banging around her, "we get invited to this super exclusive swinger's party. And I'm pretty sure I'm something called a submissive."

Samantha repeatedly blinked, "you got invited to a swinger party?"

"I mean yeah, we're in Vegas to get laid aren't we?"

Samantha looked at her winnings in her bank account while ignoring the incoming texts from her husband. "Yeah, getting laid," said Samantha as she trailed off sheepishly.

"Oh my god, have you been playing poker this whole time?"

"I missed playing cards alright? Do you have any idea how wet I am from this?"

"Okay," started Courtney as she looked for Christina, "girl we need to get you laid."

Samantha saw the winnings arrive in her account and smirked, "do you have an idea?"

Courtney decided to try calling Christina. "I do, but first I need to find Christina."

Christina was on her umpteenth orgasm, Chris and Maud were entirely spent, and she was content to rest in bed in orgasmic bliss. She was breathing hard and laying on the bed with two spent lovers on either side of her. As she regained her breath she could finally hear her phone vibrating in her purse. She leaned up and groaned from exhaustion as she climbed off the bed. In a few steps she was at her purse and fetched it out.

"Hey, what's up?" she asked.

"Girl, where are you?" Asked Courtney

"Um... last bedroom I think. What's going on?" Said Christina.

"Samantha needs to get laid and I'm not done partying yet. We're meeting up with the girls."

"Shit," said Christina as she looked back at the couple on the bed, "leaving already?"

Courtney opened the door to the bedroom and looked at Christina, "this party's winding down and I want to party till I drop tonight, last night in Vegas and all."

Christina sighed and looked over at Maud and Chris, "seriously, thank you so much for inviting us."

Chris lifted himself up, "make sure to hold onto that business card, text the number on it and you'll get updates on when and where we're meeting."

Christina blushed, "you're serious?"

"Very, now go have your fun, I'm sure your friend has something in mind."

As Courtney and Christina walked out of the penthouse they looked at each other and shared amazed expressions, "holy fuck, we did that, we fucking did that, and we got invited back!" exclaimed Christina.

"I uh... I definitely discovered something about myself," said Courtney.

Christina looked over and noticed Courtney was sporting a collar around her neck. "You uh... You forget something," she said as she pointed at the collar.

Courtney shook her head, "nope, it's a gift and it's staying on."

Golden Tickets

Everyone was gathered in the living room as Christina paced about in front of all of them. Nicole couldn't stop eyeing Taylor as Christina cleared her throat. "Ladies, how's everyone feeling?"

Liz lounged back in the couch, "Oh I am feeling fabulous."

Jessica high fived her, "we tag teamed an absolute monster of a cock together."

Nicole looked at Taylor, "we fucked a band," she said coyly.

Courtney was blushing and showed off her collar to the girls, they all coo'd and Courtney barked to make a point, "I found out I'm a submissive, what did you get up to Christina?"

"I hooked up with an older couple, it was awesome, now Samantha, what about you?"

Samantha smirked, "I cleaned out a few boys at the poker table."

"That's it?" asked Christina.

Samantha sighed, "I just really needed to use my mind before I let my body get used."

Christina walked around the room and placed a couple gold condoms in gold foil wrappers in each of the women's hands. "I don't know about you but I'm not ready to give up yet. We head out tomorrow, I say we cap this night with some serious debauchery."

"And you're suggesting what?" asked Samantha.

"We put our hotel room number on each of the condoms and we go down to the casino floor and find some guys who pass the vibe check. We get dicked, record the whole thing, and blow up our husband's social media accounts."

Jessica clapped her hands, "I'm living for this, I saw some handsome specimens at the lounge."

"Everyone comes back after you've handed out your condoms and we wait for the fun to start," said Christina. They used Taylor's sharpie to write the room number on all of the condom wrappers and tucked them into their purses. With that they left the villa in search of their lucky suitors.

On the Casino floor they left the elevator and spread out to find who they wanted to play with. Samantha's heart was rushing as she handled the condoms in her purse and looked around. How was she going to do this?

Taylor and Nicole walked by and had a very different approach. The hardest part of playing this game was finding single guys. After Nicole handed a condom to a handsome guy in a fancy graphic T-shirt and designer jeans only for his girlfriend to snatch it out of his hands and throw it back at them.

Courtney bit her lip and pulled out her phone as she called a recently added number. She still didn't know his name but she knew what he made her feel.

'Hey, u up?' she texted

'sup?'

Courtney took a picture of herself holding the golden condom next to her face and sent it.

'oh dam, yea, Tiffany's out with some girlfriends, let me text her'

Courtney felt a rush of warmth flow through her, the girls were going to see her pup side tonight.

Samantha was holding a drink at the lounge as she spoke to a day trader on vacation. She accepted that being a corporate lawyer she was on the same moral level as finance guys. Besides he was cute. She played along and listened to him speak, looking for any red flags.

She asked a few innocent probing questions to see what his reaction was. Her favourite was asking what astrology sign they were, she didn't believe in that shit but if he made fun of her for it she knew he was an ass. After her potential suitor calmly said he didn't know his own birth sign Samantha figured he was polite enough to get the invite.

Christina was walking through the halls of the casino, completely unsure of where to go or who to talk to. She was near the entrance and as she was watching the newcomers to the casino for any potential suitors.

As she watched, she noticed a group of women walking in. One of them, a tall woman with blond hair that came down to her shoulder blades, was wearing a crop top that said 'trans AF' on it. Christina took a deep breath and approached the group.

"Hey there," she said as she approached the woman. The woman looked at her, at first cautious but then warmed up.

"Hey," said the woman, "can I help you?"

"I um...," started Christina, "I love your shirt."

The woman smiled, "thank you! I've been getting compliments all day."

Christina swallowed and reached into her purse and held onto the condom, "so um... my friends and I are having something of a party and I was thinking, I like your vibe and uh..." she took out the condom and offered it to the woman.

The woman looked at the condom then at Christina and smirked, "damn, you're for real?"

Christina nodded, "I mean, if you want to, no pressure."

The woman accepted the condom and tucked it into her bra, "this is definitely the weirdest thing that's happened today but ah... I'll be there." Her friends ohed and teased her for her boldness. She offered her hand to Christina, "I'm Summer."

Christina shook Summer's hand, "A lovely name."

"Well aren't you polite."

Christina shrugged, "I'm a school teacher, comes with the territory."

Jessica was tapping her fingers on her thigh as she hung out outside the lobby. Some F1 drivers were in Vegas and they knew what kind of cars they wanted to drive.

She noticed a man slipping out of a red Ferrari 488 in a two piece suit. She groaned a little bit and reached for her purse. "Nice car," she said as she approached the man.

"Looking for a ride?" asked the man as he took off his sun glasses. A valet was eager to park his car but he held onto the keys.

Jessica bit her lip, "more than one," she reached into her purse and pulled out her golden condom. "My friends and I are throwing a little party, you busy?"

The man accepted the condom and winked at her, "I am now, want a ride before we go up?"

Jessica couldn't help it and nodded like a giddy school girl. The man opened the passenger door for Jessica and she sat in the racing seat and buckled up as he walked around and got into the driver's seat.

He started the race tuned engine and gave a rev before expertly slotting the car into gear and weaving the car into the light traffic of the Vegas Boulevard. Jessica hooted as the man wove through traffic and only occasionally broke the speed limit when the road was open.

Back at the casino Liz was strutting through the lounge when she saw something that took her attention. A man at the food court holding his wedding band and looking at it mournfully. She felt a pang of sympathy and walked over to him.

"Hey," she said warmly, "is this seat taken?" she asked. The man blinked and looked at her, then at the copious free tables around them.

"Um... sure?" he said, unsure of why a hot woman his age was asking to sit with him.

"Thanks, whew, been a crazy weekend so far, how about you?"

"I'd rather not talk about about it," he said as she pocketed his wedding ring.

Liz nodded, "if it helps, I think I understand."

The man crooked his head, "you think so?"

Liz took off her own wedding band, "I caught my husband cheating on me while I was carrying his child, so trust me I think I can sympathize. I signed the divorce papers two days after delivering our child."

The man looked up at her, "wife cheated on me with my brother."

Liz winced, "oh that stings."

"What kills me is we're twins."

"Oh now that stings... hey look," started Liz, "you seem like you could use a win. My friends and I are throwing a little party in our villa." she took out her golden condom and slid it across the table. "I think I'd like for you to be there."

The man blinked and looked at the condom with a room number scribbled on the wrapper.

"This isn't a joke is it?" asked the man.

"I'm a nurse, I don't joke."

The man lit up, "no way, what field? I'm a pediatric surgeon."

Liz looked at the man, "Oh I'm just a general practice nurse, spend most of my time in the ER."

The man nodded at her, "I respect the hell out of that, you're the ones who keep them alive long enough for us surgeons to do our job."

Liz blushed, it was so rare for a surgeon to recognize the work that went into nursing. Yeah, he was going to do nicely.

"You are too kind," blushed Liz, "so uh... whereabouts are you from?"

"Well I'm living in Stamford right now, you?"

Liz leaned forward a little bit, "no way, I live in Providence! I'm um... I'm Liz by the way."

"Jack, it's um... it's really nice to meet you." said Jack.

As they talked, Liz nearly forgot about the condom, she was way more interested in the man.

Taylor and Nicole wandered around the casino floor, getting looks from men but none that they wanted. They were near slot machines and Taylor glanced at Nicole, "what has it been? Half an hour? How hard is it to find a guy I want to bang?"

Nicole groaned, "first one had a girlfriend, the next two were gay, how are are we so bad at this?"

Taylor looked at Nicole and at a group of guys who were walking by. "So I think I know how to get the guy's attention, but I need you to trust me." She said.

Nicole looked back, "I'm all in, what is it?"

Taylor leaned forward and kissed Nicole, at first is was a pec but as the guys continued to walk past them they continued. It was an impulsive kiss, at first. But as they continued they started getting more into it as they relished the feeling, the taste of each other's saliva, and the feminine softness of their lips pressing against each other.

When they did break off the kiss they looked around. Nicole wiped her mouth and looked at Taylor. "Um..." she started.

"Yeah..." said Taylor sheepishly.

"Want to um... Try again?" asked Nicole.

Taylor nodded desperately, "yes," she whispered. They kissed again, and again, and after a few minutes had gone past they looked at each other.

"I don't think we need to hand out any condoms tonight," whispered Nicole.

"Yeah..." whispered Taylor.

"Are we?"

Taylor nodded, "I think so."

"Want to go back to the villa and find out?" asked Nicole.

"Desperately."

Nicole bit her lip and offered her hand to Taylor, she held hers and they walked back toward the elevator without handing out their condoms.

Last Night In Vegas

Samantha held her suitors hand and guided him to the couch. She tied her hair back and looked at him, "didn't expect your night to end like this huh?" she asked as she knelt down and started undoing his pants.

"I honestly had no idea," he said as he helped get out of his briefs. "Not that I'm complaining now..." he ran his hand through Samantha's hair as she pushed her face into his crotch and took a whiff of him. "Damn, been a while huh?" he asked as Samantha worshipped his frame.

Samantha nodded, "you have no idea," she purred as she opened her mouth and took his shaft into her mouth.

His feet quivered as she went down to his base, her nose pushing into his manscaped crotch hair. All Samantha could focus on was how dirty she felt. She lifted herself off of him and reached into her purse to grab her phone. "Mind if I take some vids? For the ex."

The man grinned, "just don't get my face in the shot."

"Deal," said Samantha as she took a selfie with his cock on her cheek.

Liz lead Jack into the bedroom where a few hours ago she and Jessica had shared a man. But now it was just her and a man she hadn't expected to meet but was glad she had. She helped Jack out of his button up shirt and noticed he had a Calvin and Hobbes tattoo on his shoulder.

"Liz," gasped Jack as she undid his belt.

"Hm?"

"Thank you," he said as she undid his pants.

Liz smiled at him, "thank you" she purred as she held his shaft in her hand.

"Doctor, we have regional swelling, I'm going to manually stimulate," she said as she knelt down to take him in her mouth.

"Oh," said Jack as his voice wavered. "I concur."

While Liz worked on Jack's shaft he ran his hand through her hair and closed his eyes as he groaned. Liz's heart was racing as she gave head to a man who seemed to respect her and accept her.

Minutes of fellatio turned into Jack and her on the bed as he held her thighs and lapped up her cunny like a man dying of thirst drinking from an oasis. Liz was not subtle and the entire villa heard her cries of pleasure. "Jack, keep it up, oh fuck keep it up," she screamed.

Jack obliged and added some fingers to the party, Liz kicked her legs in ecstasy and humped at his face. She couldn't believe this was happening to her. Marcus never gave her oral, she'd tried showering and pomegranate douches but he always complained 'it tastes funny'. Jack meanwhile was face first in her like it was his job.

Liz patted his head, "okay, okay, put the condom on." she panted. Jack looked up, his mouth wet with her fluids.

"On it," he said earnestly.

Jessica kicked open the door while making out with her race car driver, who she'd learned was named Philippe She saw Samantha riding her own suitor and looked at Philippe, "Looks like the party's already started," she said as she dropped her dress off her shoulders.

Philippe ran his hands through his hair and walked up behind Jessica and placed a hand on her ass. "Shall we get started?"

"Oh yes, racers, start your engines," purred Jessica.

Philippe took off his shirt and Jessica ran her hands down his chiselled physique. "Oh you are perfect," she said as she undid his Italian leather belt and pulled his pants down. "come on, there's a free couch..." she said as she looked at him.

"I'm game, come on, what's your pleasure?"

"Fuck me like you're gonna win that race," said Jessica as she laid her head on the arm rest of the couch and spread herself. After a decade of emotional gaslighting by her husband she wanted something real, not real as in love, but real as in two horny adults about to please each other.

Philippe got on top of Jessica, she could feel is weight on her as he slipped two fingers into her and she gasped.

"Let's get you ready," he whispered as he stirred her womanhood gently.

"Oh~" wavered Jessica as she felt his digits expertly find her spot.

Courtney arrived later on with her dom who had a soft briefcase in his hand, she'd finally learned his name but he was still just master to her. That was how she liked it, they'd clipped on the leash in the elevator and a few tourist couples had seen them and didn't look at them except in hidden glances.

She walked to the bar and poured herself a glass of tequila and downed it, "alright Master, I'm ready." she said eagerly.

Courtney felt the collar on her get tugged by the leash and she turned around to see her master tugging her toward the living room. She grinned and took her phone out of her purse and handed it to her master. "I've got a cheating fucker who needs to see how to treat a lady, mind getting a few videos?"

"Not at all, now... I picked up some treats for my good girl. Some presents."

Courtney bit her lip, "oh! like what?"

He smiled and reached into the bag and took out two latex pouches with dog paws printed on them. "Your hands, pup?" he asked. Courtney obeyed and offered her hands. He stretched the latex over her hands and she felt them constrict her fingers into fists to resemble paws.

Finally he reached into the bag and took out what Courtney at first thought was a gimp mask, but it had some additions. It was a neoprene mask with dog features added to it like dog ears and a muzzle.

"How do you feel Courtney?" he asked.

"I... I feel like I want you to put that mask on me." answered Courtney.

Nicole and Taylor kissed on the elevator up, they kissed at the doorway, and they kissed in the other bedroom as Liz was plowed, loudly.

"Damn, Liz knows how to pick them," gasped Nicole as Taylor kissed her neck.

Taylor broke off the kiss and looked at Nicole. "We're doing this?"

"I want to, do you want to?" asked Nicole.

Taylor nodded, "I really want this... I um... this is my first time with a woman."

Nicole blushed, "me too."

"Do you want to kiss on the bed and see what happens?"

"Desperately."

They resumed kissing and fell onto the bed as they tore each other's dresses off in a fit of passion. Taylor saw Nicole's naked body laying on the bed and felt like a dog presented with a feast, unsure of what do do after being fed kibble.

She kissed Nicole again and pecked her way down to her neck, then her collar bone, then her breast. Nicole wrapped her arms and legs around Taylor as she kissed her body in a way that no one ever had.

"You're sure," breathed Nicole, "this is your first time with a woman?"

Taylor blushed, "well, I mean I watched a lot of lesbian porn..." she said as she resumed kissing Nicole's breast. She reached down and rubbed Nicole's wet womanhood and stuck two fingers into her. Nicole writhed under her and Taylor felt like she was being nourished for the first time, like she wasn't living half a life anymore.

Nicole cried out and kicked her legs in the heat of passion. Taylor felt ready, she let Nicole's nipple pop out of her mouth and she kissed her way down Nicole's body, giving her belly button a quick peck before reaching her snatch.

"Taylor, please, I need this."

"Me too," said Taylor as she plunged into a new world of pleasure.

In the other room, Liz had presented herself on her knees for Jack. Jack tore open the condom wrapper and wrapped his shaft for the excitement ahead. Liz held onto the head boards as Jack lined up and pushed into her.

He was the perfect size for a painless but pleasurable entry. If there was one fault of Marcus it was that he had a big dick and didn't know how to handle it. Jack was gentle in a way that made her insides feel like warm honey but picked up the pace as Liz begged for more.

In the living room Samantha was riding her suitor's cock in reverse cowgirl as she watched Courtney be walked like a dog around the villa. Jessica was under Philippe and letting out immodest moans while she and Philippe made out as he thrust in and out of her. Samantha took another video of her riding her partner, a shot of her crotch as she went up and down on her partner's delightful cock.

Courtney sat expectantly on her hands and knees as her master undid his pants and offered his dick to her, she lapped at it like a dog and he captured the whole moment on video. She licked and used her bound hands to rub him as she suckled on his glans. The whole while she looked up into the camera as her master called her a good girl.

Christina finally entered the hotel room after spending an hour talking to Summer. She was holding Summer's hand as she opened the door and they saw the fuckfest happening in the Villa.

Summer's eyes went wide, "goddamn, you guys don't screw around do you?"

"Well I mean technically we do screw around but I get what you mean," said Christina. "Shall we get comfortable?" she asked. Summer nodded and Christina could see a bulge growing in Summer's jeans.

Christina cleared her throat, "so um... this is my first time with a trans woman," she said, "is there anything I should know not to do?"

Summer smiled warmly, "thank you for asking but just respect me, don't treat me like a fetish, and we'll be cool."

Christina nodded and made a mental note, "done," said Christina as she walked with Summer to the couches. They took seats on the final couch and started kissing.

Christina panted, "would, would it be okay if I touched your breasts?" she asked.

Summer nodded, "oh yeah! I'm super proud of them, squeeze away."

Christina touched Summer's breasts and squeezed them playfully, she gave a mischievous grin as she put her head between Summer's breasts and shook her face. Her face was covered in a dumb smile when she emerged from Summer's cleavage.

Summer bit her lip and pushed her pants off and shimmied out of her panties, Christina could see a wet spot where she'd been leaking. She was already at half mast and after a few strokes was ready for action.

"I actually used to be hung like crazy," said Summer as Christina opened her mouth to accept it. "But estrogen causes shrinkage."

Christina licked up her shaft and gave it an experimental tug, "looks like you got plenty left," she said.

"That I do," panted Summer. She squeezed her breasts as Christina got to work on her.

Taylor had Nicole sitting on her face now and she could barely breath between Nicole's thighs. Nicole was dripping sweat now after two orgasms and a third coming along nicely.

"Taylor, I'm coming again!" she cried out as Taylor continued to lap at her and hold her thighs tight against her face.

Nicole's thighs trembled as she arched her back and screamed out Taylor's name. After a minute of floating on orgasmic bliss she fell off of Taylor's face and looked at her.

"Would it be crazy if I asked if you could sit on my face?" she asked. Taylor wiped her mouth and grinned.

"I was hoping you'd say that."

Courtney was riding her master while he held onto her leash. Every thrust, every moan, it was all recorded for Courtney to send to her husband. But she wasn't thinking about the betrayal, she was thinking about her master, the safety that he represented.

Samantha pulled herself off of her man and blew a kiss to the camera. Her master spoke up, "who's a good girl?" he asked.

Courtney barked happily and arched her back as she came, hard, around him.

Liz buried her face in her pillow and screamed as she came around Jack's shaft. Jack wasn't far behind and Liz felt the condom inflate inside of her. "Oh fuck, that's it," she panted as she rubbed her crotch. She collapsed in a heaving pile and rolled over onto one side of the bed while Jack rested on the other side.

He looked at her nervously, "so... is this it?"

Liz shook her head, "I don't want it to be," she said as she looked at him.

Jack looked hopeful. "Can I give you my number?"

"I was hoping you'd offer." said Liz.

Taylor held her phone and writhed on top of Nicole's face. "Hey Big Pea," said Taylor to the camera, "this is for you, you indecent, disgusting creep." she lowered her phone to get a shot of Nicole eating her out. "I'm sending all of the sexts you sent to my sister to a few journalists, I'm sure they'll have a field day with it. We're done, keep the camper van, keep my stuff, we're over and I'm never coming back to you."

She got a shot of her tattoo in view of the camera, "and see this, this is from a member of my favourite band who I let cum on my tits. You have nothing, you are nothing, and I will make sure you stay nothing."

Christina was still riding Summer while the rest of the party was winding down. Some of the guys had left, Jack and Liz was exploring what they were in one bedroom, Taylor and Nicole were discussing if Taylor could crash at Nicole's place since Taylor knew she wasn't welcome at her old home anymore. And that was exactly the way she wanted it. Samantha was still naked and poured herself a glass of presecco from the fridge and poured another glass for Courtney.

Jessica emerged from the bathroom wrapped in a towel and poured herself a tall glass of whisky. "It's a shame Philippe had to run." she said as she sipped. "But hey, I got what I wanted."

Samantha looked around at the group and she only had one question on her mind. "What now?"

Departures

They were at the airport now, dressed for flying and ready for the rest of their lives. They looked at each other with knowing glances, with a bond of women who'd been in the sexual trenches together.

They went through check in together, waited in line at security together, and stayed as a group until they had to go to their different gates. Hugs were shared, numbers were given, and promises to meet up again next year were made.

Liz returned to Providence and started looking for rentals near Stamford, she deleted her husband's phone number and started texting Jack on the regular. After a few months of texting she brought up the question of moving to Stamford. She'd already had a rental property lined up and everything.

And that's when Jack asked if she'd like to move in with him. She ended up re-specializing in pediatric medicine to work with Jack at the hospital he worked at.

Christina returned to her school but her husband had shared her revenge video to the school board and she was put on suspension without pay. She ended up suing the schoolboard for wrongful disciplinary actions, and she wasn't alone in the fight. Samantha was a corporate lawyer by trade but when a friend forged in fire needs help, you do what you can.

She worked pro bono and got Christina a healthy settlement and the offer of her job back. Christina took the settlement money and founded Safe Space America, a non profit dedicated to providing trans students with counselling, parent mediation, and crisis management. It now operates in states with anti trans bills to provide services to trans students without other safe places.

Courtney sold her store and accepted losing half of the profit to her husband to get away form him, she opened the Seattle Kennel Club. A bar and BDSM hot spot where everyone can explore kink in a safe environment. The bar would end up being a hotspot during Pride month and steady the rest of the year. Each quarter she takes a weekend to Vegas to meet her dom and Tiffany. The pack's grown a little but but they all have the same master, just the way she likes it.

Taylor's video, posted to the couple joint account, set her social media on fire, and she set records for her only fans debut. She turned the scandal into a new career. She founded "Mashed Pea Media" and became a figure in the women's vlogging space, talking about relationships, sex, and health, both physical and mental. She moved in with Nicole and they support each other in their careers.

Because of where he lived, Kyle faced sexual assault charges for unprompted sexts, when the news broke even more women, some as young as sixteen when he messaged them, came forward.

Taylor didn't cover his trial or sentencing, instead doing a series of videos on teaching young women how to identify dangerous men in dating and life.

Nicole's husband was fired after word of his cheating came out and Nicole was able to be the one to go on business trips to California. She always takes Taylor so they can go to Vegas after, nothing extravagant just two women loving each other in a modest hotel room while they ordered room service and kissed each other until the sun came up.

Jessica resumed her real estate career after the Vegas trip, only now she cuts her commission when helping women get out of bad marriages and abusive relationships. She takes particular joy in undercutting her husband's clients offer to get her clients the house. She's still trying dating but now she's not worried about being single, willing to wait for the right guy to present himself to her.

Samantha ended up suing her own law firm for emotional damage, it was clear the firm knew about her husband cheating on her and did nothing. She knew she wouldn't win the case but it was big news and it brought her husband's indiscretion to the state news level. After the lawsuit she founded her own practice and changed from corporate law to divorce law, working pro bono for women escaping husbands and wives who can afford good lawyers.