Vegas Weekend

"Hi," she smiled tiredly but sweetly to him.

"Hi."

"My name is ..."

He looked at her as she paused.

"My name is ... ohmygod, I forgot my name!" she giggled.

"Was it Bambi?"

"Yeah, maybe that was it."

"Bambi the bimbo."

"No ... no, I don't think it was that. I'm not ... I'm not a bimbo. I'm a ..."

"Are you sure? It's only a couple vowels' difference."

"No, I don't think I'm a bimbo ... am I?"

"We'll check again later."

She noticed his hand was on her knee -- presumably it had been there quite some time. But should it be there? Was it ... appropriate?

"You keep playing, Bambi bimbo. Look: you're only ahead by thirteen dollars. All the other girls are always much further ahead by this time. You need to try harder."

Kim went back to the game, redoubling her efforts at concentrating and tuning into the patterns. She didn't want all the other girls to beat her.

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Bobby woke from a dream where Jessica had fallen asleep on the couch while visiting his house. He had been reaching out to feel her breast through her blouse and bra, but had gotten too excited and woken himself up. He pressed the button to light his watch -- 1:45 -- then he rolled over to make sure that Kim had gotten back safely from her foray downstairs.

But she wasn't in her bed.

"Kim?" He got up and checked the bathroom, but she wasn't there either.

This wasn't like her. To be excited about Vegas and go try a slot machine from 10:30 to 11:00 was one thing. To still be out after 1:00 was another thing entirely.

He pulled on a pair of pants and a shirt, then headed downstairs to make sure she was okay.

There were still quite a few people up. Vegas, "the City That Never Sleeps." Remembering what that hotel employee had whispered earlier, he walked up the hall, following the signs to the Avocado Room. Hopefully, Kim had done the same, and time had just gotten away from her.

The quantity of people thinned out as he headed up the hall. When he reached the Avocado Room, he found it occupied by eight women playing the various electronic game machines there.

Whew -- he thought he spotted the back of Kim's head. She was sitting at a machine beside a gentleman. But as Bobby watched, the man said something to her and she stood, then he grabbed and began kneading her bottom! What the heck?! As the guy groped her, she turned profile, and Bobby had no doubt that it was Kim! What was going on?!

"May I help you?" Bobby was startled when the deep voice resonated behind him, and he spun around. It was a tall man with a shaved head. "No, I ... uhm ... I just came down to find my sister."

"Did you find her?"

"Uhm ... I don't know ... I'm still looking ...."

"Perhaps I can help. What does she look like?"

"No, that's okay. I can just check-- " Bobby felt the sting at his neck, slapped at it and turned around. Another tall man in a dark suit was standing there.

"I've got him, Louis," the first man's voice rumbled as Bobby felt his knees give way.

Then Bobby fell back into sleep, not sure why he'd ever left it in the first place.

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The next time Kim looked at the clock, it was 2:00 A.M. She was standing at the table -- her bellhop had asked her to stand up a minute or two ago, and he was now running his hand over her ass. She wasn't sure he ought to be doing that -- but on the flip side, at least he thought her ass was sexy enough that he WANTED to feel it. If you looked at it like that, it was really a compliment, what he was doing. Flattered that he thought she was pretty, she stuck her ass out and pressed back against his hand.

She looked at the other table to see Michelle in a serious necking session with another bellhop while he groped at her boob. You go, girl!, she thought.

She looked at Annie, who had removed her blouse and was sitting at the table in just her black lace bra, playing the game while another bellhop cupped and rubbed her boobs through her sheer bra.

Kim idly wished that she had the courage -- really just the lack of self-consciousness -- to wear such an outfit in public. She THOUGHT she was attractive, but it's hard to get over those nagging fears that you're ten pounds overweight or that you sag slightly in the wrong place or ... et cetera.

"You have one sizzling hot ass, slut," her bellhop told her.

A smile grew on her face. "Do you think?" She wriggled her butt in circles against his firm hand.

"You are one fucking hot slut."

Her tired smile broadened further.

The next time she looked at the clock, it was 3:15 A.M. Her bellhop had her bra-covered boob in his hand and was rolling the nipple area between his thumb and forefinger. Sighing, she looked down and realized that her blouse was off and she was wearing just her bra above the waist.

"You fucking slut."

Ohgod! A thrill ran though her! He thought she was PRETTY!

Stretching, her hand moved to his inner thigh and then to his crotch. He had an ERECTION! He was HARD for HER!

"What's your name, little girl?" he asked her as her other hand came to his crotch and worked on undoing his belt.

"I'm Bimbo," she smiled sweetly at him. "But you can call me Tramp or Slut or Cunt or whatever you fucking want to call me. And what's your name?" She got his belt unbuckled and was unsnapping and unzipping him now.

"You can call me Prick."

She reached a hand into his underwear and pulled out his erection. "Well, it is ... very nice ... to meet you ... Mister Prick." God, she was so turned on! He thought she was SEXY! He had a HARD-ON! FOR HER! She slowly pulled on his erection a couple times, eliciting moans.

She glanced over at Michelle and saw her topless at the table, playing the game with one hand while the other hand moved furiously underneath the table at her bellhop's crotch.

Annie was at her table, also topless, playing her game while one bellhop suckled at her nipple, and a second one groped her boob in one hand and moved his other hand at her crotch.

Ohgod, Kim was hot! Looking back at the hard-on that was hers to play with, she saw it twitch as Mr. Prick looked down at her smiling. Fascinated, she leaned in to look closer at the magical jumping erection.

The next time she looked at the clock, it was 4:30 A.M.

Annie was on her hands and knees table, stripped naked, a nude bellhop standing on a chair to pump her wet little pussy from behind. Oh fuck, that was hot.

She looked over at Michelle. She, too, was stark naked and standing between two nude bellhops, one standing in front and pumping her pussy. The other was standing behind her, and somehow Kim knew that he was pumping her asshole. Kim had never conceived of such a thing before but now it was ... intriguing ... thrilling ....

She realized that there was a naked bellhop on either side of her, both fondling her bare boobs. She looked down and realized she was stark naked. Now when had that happened? Normally she would be too shy, too self-conscious to do that. But here she was, in all her glory, and none of her fears had come true. They were all just that: empty fears. She LIKED being naked.

The bellhop to her left stood and used his right hand to bounce his erection as he slowly stepped away from her and around the table. She crawled up onto the table on her hands and knees to follow that delicious hard-on. She leaned her head down at the far end of the table, and no sooner had she taken it into her mouth than she felt her other set of lips being parted for a soul kiss of the filthy kind. She brought her lips off the cock in front of her and looked around to see the other bellhop on his knees behind her, pumping her sopping wet cunt.

He smacked her right hip. "Get back to work, cunt!"

"OhgodYES!" Kim gasped as she gulped the cock in front of her back down.

Get Yourself Free --- -------- ----

(Friday late evening)

Tina Davison set her novel, Love's Rapture Lost, down and looked at the clock. It was 11:00 P.M. She was still not sleepy yet -- was wound up with anticipating how much fun it would be playing games in Vegas tomorrow -- and she knew that she wouldn't get to sleep unless she went down and played just a few minutes to get it out of her system. Otherwise she'd be excited all night and exhausted tomorrow from lack of sleep.

She pulled on some clothes, then whispered to her sleeping daughter Jessica. "I'm going to go down and play a couple games for thirty minutes. I'm too excited to sleep."

"Nnnngghungh?" Jessica stirred. "Wha ...."

"Sh. I'm going downstairs. I'll be back in a half hour. Go back to sleep."

"Rrrnghmmm."

Tina took the elevator down, then wandered up the hall, looking at the gaming rooms. There were quite a few people still up even though it would be midnight before too much longer.

As she followed the hall away from the elevator, the quantity of people became fewer. She looked into the Pistachio Room, and it seemed to be filled with video poker games.

Oh, that would be fun! Poker in Vegas!

She went up to one, anted with a quarter token, and five cards were revealed on the screen. She pressed the buttons under two of them to discard them and inserted another quarter token to bet. The screen revealed the house cards, and she won! Two pair to a pair! The machine gave her a dollar in tokens.

This was fun! She tried some more rounds, trying to outwit the electronic house with good betting strategies.

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The next time she looked at the clock, it was 2:30 A.M.

"Ohmigod ...." she said tiredly. How had time gotten away from her? These games WERE addictive!

"Hi," the lady closest to her, four machines up, said tiredly.

"Hi," Tina smiled weakly.

"My name's Barbara."

"I'm Tina."

Barbara stepped towards Tina and held out her hand to shake. "Glad to meet you. That sure is a pretty blouse you have there, Tina."

"Why, thank you," Tina said, her eyelids half-drooping.

"I'll play you for it."

"For my blouse?"

"Yeah. I think it would look good on me."

"Okay," Tina smiled, nearly ready to fall asleep on the spot. The two headed for the old fashioned tables in the center of the room with decks of real cards instead of electronic ones.

"I have two daughters. One a senior in high school, one in college. I think they would both benefit from this place," Barbara said as she took a deck and dealt.

"I just have one daughter. She's here with me this weekend. Just turned eighteen last month." She had two nines, a jack, a three and a two. She discarded the three and the two.

Tina noticed that the other woman was staring at her breasts as she dealt out two more cards. "You have nice eyes ...." Tina sighed.

"And you have ... kissable ... lips ...."

Tina giggled. Kiss a girl?! She didn't THINK so!

They both revealed their hands, and Tina lost to Barbara's three fives.

"My blouse ...." Barbara smiled tiredly.

"Here? In the Pistachio Room?" Tina giggled, then smiled. "Okay." She unbuttoned the wrists, then started undoing her neckline. Halfway down, Tina flipped back the front of the shirt to flash her bra at the other woman.

"Whoo ... hot stuff ...."

Tina giggled and finished removing her blouse, then handed it to Barbara.

"Yours are bigger than mine ...." Barbara sighed.

"My boobies?" Tina smiled, then reached out to lightly grab and squeeze Barbara's breast. After a minute, Tina sighed. "I can't tell your size through your bra. You're gonna have to take it off."

"My bra?" Barbara giggled. "I don't think ... I'm supposed ... to do that ...."

"Oh, yeah?" Tina asked as she reached to begin unbuttoning the other woman's blouse. "Sez who?"

"I don' know ...."

"Then ... be quiet ...." Tina whispered as she pulled Barbara's blouse out of her pants and cast it to the floor.

"I don' know ...." Tina whispered as she pulled Barbara's bra straps off her shoulders. "They look pretty big to me."

Tina pulled Barbara into a hug to reach behind her and unsnap her bra, but the other woman tentatively placed her lips on Tina's. Surprisingly, this stirred a thrill in Tina's stomach, and she almost fumbled with the bra snap before getting it loose.

"Whuh--?" Tina raised her brows as she stepped back.

Barbara giggled. "I tol' you they were kissable ...."

Tina giggled, then pulled Barbara's bra forward and off her arms, letting it fall to the floor. "An' I tol' YOU, you got big 'uns!"

Barbara reached forward and pulled on Tina's bra, which came off too, surprising her -- Barbara must have unsnapped it during their embrace.

"You have ..." Barbara sighed, "... suckable nipples!"

"No!" Tina giggled. "We can't!" Her giggles died down in the face of Barbara's intense stare at her breasts. "Can we?"

Barbara leaned to Tina's bosom and began sucking.

"Oh! OH! MY!" Tina leaned her head back and shut her eyes and let Barbara have her way with her boobs.

"I'll play you ..." Tina said finally, "... for your panties ...."

Barbara pulled back from her tit. "My panties? I don't think-- "

"I'll just bet they smell and taste sooooooo good!" Tina said, her tired eyes twinkling.

"Okay," Barbara smiled.

Tina dealt the cards. "I'll just bet ... you've got a big wet spot ... between your hot, teasing little thighs ...."

"Maybe I do ...." Barbara said, discarding three.

Tina dealt her three. "Mmmm ... I can't wait to see your little fur spot." Tina discarded and drew two.

Barbara raised her eyebrows. "How do ya know I won't be seeing yours instead? Hmmmm?"

"Beat this," Tina grinned, laying down three fives.

"Ooooh!" Barbara squealed and laid down three nines.

"You ... oh ...."

"C'mon, show me that pretty little fur snatch of yours."

Swallowing hard, Tina unbuckled, unsnapped and pulled down her pants.

"Hold on," Barbara said, grabbing Tina's wrists and pulling them out to the sides. "I wanna admire that pretty dark wet spot between your legs."

Tina's face and chest blushed dark red.

Barbara let go. "Okay. Continue."

Tina hooked her thumbs in her panty waistband and swallowed hard again.

"Go on."

Taking a deep breath, Tina pulled her wet panties to the floor and stood back up, covering her fur with her hands. Slowly, smiling, she drew her hands back.

"Mmmm ... pretty ...." Barbara spun her finger in a small circle.

Tina obeyed and spun around, wriggled her ass, then finished spinning back around.

Barbara's hand darted out and between Tina's legs before she could protest. "Mmmmm. What a soft pussy. But she must have fell in the tub or something. She's soaking wet."

"Actually ... it's just that ... when she gets excited ... she drools ...."

"Does she now?"

Tina nodded shyly.

"I'll play you one more hand. If you win, your pussy gets to meet my pussy."

Tina looked up. "You'll take off your panties? Okay. But what if you win?"

"If I win ... you are my bitch for the weekend."

"Your bitch?"

"Mm-hmm ...."

Tina grinned. "Okay."

Barbara dealt.

Tina looked at her cards. Three kings. Three kings! Unable to hide her smirk, she discarded the other two cards.

"You look pretty smug, Tina."

"Well ... yes, I do."

Barbara discarded one and drew. "Well, let's see 'em, Miss Cocky."

Tina laid her hand down. "Read 'em and weep! Now show me that pretty little fur snatch!"

Barbara laid her hand down. Four nines. Four nines! No!

"But ...."

"What are you?"

"But, you can't ...."

"What are you?"

"No, you can't ...."

"Tell me what you are, sweetie."

"I'm ...." Tina hung her head. "I'm your bitch."

"Mmmmm. What a tasty bitch. Turn around."

Tina complied.

Barbara lightly whacked her bottom. "Say my name, bitch."

"Barbara!"

She whacked her again. "Say my name!"

"Barbara!"

She slid two fingers into Tina's wet box, startling her. Then she leaned forward and nibbled on Tina's neck, causing her to writhe. "Who's your daddy?"

"You are!"

"Who's your daddy, bitch?"

"You are!"

"Who's my BITCH?"

Tina ground her hips against Barbara's hand.

"I said, who's my BITCH!"

"I! I am!"

"Who's Barbara's bitch?"

"I am!"

"Who's my slut?"

"I am!"

"You are. Don't forget it. Your ass is mine for the rest of the weekend." She pulled her fingers out, again startling Tina, then whacked her bottom again. "Now, finish playing the poker machines."

"But?"

"Don't look so pathetic. I am going to have my bitch eat out my snatch all weekend! But you need to finish playing the machines. See you later." She walked over to continue playing the electronic poker machines herself then.

Tina stood there naked a few moments, then turned to the nearest machine.

She was soon lost in the games again.

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Unauthorized Experiments ------------ -----------

(Saturday morning)

Frank Watkins stepped into the conference room to receive his visitor, a rather stern looking woman with dark plastic glasses, hair pulled back into a bun, perhaps thirty pounds overweight.

"Professor Hartridge," Frank smiled pleasantly. "How may I be of assistance?"

"Mr. Watkins," she pursed her lips slightly as she spoke, a mannerism she had observed from Carl Sagan and cultivated in her own repertoire. "We have a situation that we must address."

"Hmmm ... a 'situation'. Most foul, I am sure. And how must we address this ... situation, Ms. Hartridge?"

Professor Hartridge sensed that he was lightly mocking her, but continued. Once he was told of the atrocities, she was sure he would be most cooperative. "A researcher of mine has been caught conducting unauthorized research. Highly immoral research, Mr. Watkins."

"And what is the nature of this insidious research, Professor?"

"Mr. Watkins, females have been oppressed, attacked, coerced and degraded for centuries. It is only in the last hundred years that we have started putting a stop to the most atrocious of these inhuman crimes. We call ourselves CIVILIZED! And yet, women only fought for and won the right to vote in the last century! In the United States, SLAVES earned the right to vote before WOMEN!"

Frank yawned. "Would you like a cup of coffee, Professor."

"No, thank you. Now, just as women have-- "

Frank pressed his intercom button. "Rhonnie, wiggle that cute little butt of yours in here, and bring a cup of coffee when you come."

Professor Hartridge raised a brow and coughed. It was insulting to even be a spectator to such behavior.

"Please, continue, Prof."

"Yes, well ... uhm ... we are just beginning to emerge from the dark ages, from societal tolerance and even acceptance of the crimes of oppressing females, and this researcher seeks to hurl us back into the darkness!"

Rhonda stepped in then, wearing her high heels and her sheer teddy cover over her big pregnant belly. "Gotchyer coffee, Frank," she giggled, setting it on the desk in front of him. "May I get you anything, ma'am?" she turned to Professor Hartridge.

Hartridge's eyes moved to the other woman's chest, where her swollen breasts were glaringly obvious through the thin scrap of material she wore. What atrocities had been performed upon this woman?! She would have to be beaten down, her self-esteem torn apart, every day in order for her to perform such a degrading act!

"They've started leaking," Rhonda smiled.

Professor Hartridge looked up to meet her eyes. "Excuse me?"

"My tits. They've started leaking milk." She laid her hand on her belly. "I think he's going to be a thirsty one!"

Egads! Professor Hartridge just sat and gaped, her mouth hanging open, at this spectacle, this parody, of a woman.

Rhonda giggled and left.

"Please, Professor, continue."

"Mr. Watkins," she blinked to clear that ridiculous little scene from her mind and focus back on the serious situation at hand, "This researcher is tampering with the free will of his subjects! He intends to tamper with the free will of THOUSANDS, I suspect. And I have reason to believe that he has attempted to infiltrate your business."