Vegas Weekend

"Wait!" Jessica cried. "Let her change! She's not dressed for-- she's indecent!"

"Oh, sweetie, this is Vegas. They'll just think she's a showgirl."

"A showgirl ...." Tina mused.

"Or a slut," Barbara continued.

"A slut ...." Tina also mused.

The two women stepped outside, then Jessica scrambled to claw off her nightgown, pull on some pants and a t-shirt, then ran after them up the hall.

"Go back to your room, little girl," Barbara told her.

"Mom, come with me. We need to go back to the room. Now!"

"I'm sorry, Jessica. I'm Barbara's bitch. I have to do what she says."

The elevator arrived, and the three rode it to the lobby in silence. They stepped out, and Jessica was mortified at the lustful stares her mother was receiving.

"Please," Jessica pleaded with Barbara.

They started walking up the hall, and Barbara stopped at a man that was gaping at Tina. "You like her? It's a buck for a boobie grope. For five bucks, I'll have her flash you her pussy. You can see if she's a real blonde.

Grinning, the man took a ten out of his wallet and handed it to Barbara.

"No!" Jessica cried and stepped between the man and her mother.

Tina looked down at herself, realized what liberties she had just been about to give a total stranger. In front of her own daughter.

She looked up and saw two men at a table playing with a deck of cards. She saw many faces staring at her. She saw her daughter standing up for her honor.

"This ends now," she muttered. She strode to the two men playing cards. "May I borrow these?" she asked sweetly, taking the deck.

"Sure ...." Both men folded their hands and handed them to Tina.

"Thank you ... SO much," she giggled, then turned and strode past Barbara. "Come with me," she directed.

Barbara raised her brows -- the bitch grows a spine, she thought -- and followed. So did Jessica.

Tina led them into the women's restroom and halted at the sink counter. "Double or nothing."

"What do you propose," Barbara asked.

"One hand of five card draw. If I win, YOU are MY bitch for the rest of the weekend."

"And if I win?"

"Then both I and my daughter will both be your bitches the rest of the weekend."

"Mom?! NO WAY!"

"Hush, Jessica."

"I'm game," Barbara said.

Tina dealt. Barbara discarded two. Tina discarded four.

"Show me your hand, bitch."

Tina swallowed hard and laid down her cards. Nothing. Nine high.

"Nooooo ...!" Jessica wailed. "No! NO way! I'm NOT-- "

Barbara laid her cards down.

"She had NO right to bet me! I WILL not-- " Jessica still demanded.

"Shut up, Jessica," Tina told her. "I won."

"You ... WHAT?!" Jessica looked at Barbara's hand. Nothing. Seven high. "You ... you won? Mom! You won!"

"That makes you MY bitch now. Doesn't it?" Tina asked Barbara.

Barbara swallowed hard.

"Doesn't it?!"

"Y-yes."

"What ARE you, Barbie?"

"I-- I'm your bitch."

"What's my name, bitch?"

"Tina," Barbara mumbled, eyes cast down.

"Say my name, bitch!"

"Mom?!"

"Tina! It's Tina!"

"Who's your daddy, bitch?!"

"Mom! Stop it! Let's just get out of here!"

"Tina! Tina's my daddy!"

Tina slapped Barbara on the ass. "Don't you forget it, bitch!"

"Tina's my daddy," Barbara muttered.

"Now strip, bitch!"

"Mom! Stop it! Let's just go!"

"I'm not parading my ass and tits back through that crowd in this slut suit. Barbie and I are close enough in size that we're trading outfits."

Barbara was already undressing. Both women stripped naked and swapped clothes while Jessica looked away.

"We're done," Tina said finally, and Jessica turned around. Her mother stood behind the other woman, reaching around to squeeze both breasts while Barbara looked like her knees would give way at any moment.

"She's my BITCH, Jessica! She's Mommy's bitch!"

"Mom?!"

"Now let's parade this slut around." She whacked Barbara on the ass and led her outside the bathroom.

"Mom?" Jessica followed.

Tina led the other woman slowly up the hallway and back to the elevator while Jessica followed. They went up to the eighth floor and returned to their room.

"God!" Tina wriggled once inside. "It is HOT having a bitch!" She stripped out of her blouse and skirt to stand in only her underwear. "Lose the top, bitch," she commanded Barbara.

"Mom?! What has gotten INTO you?!"

"Jessica," Tina sighed, "I have a proposal for you. We play one hand of poker. If you win, I send Barbara out into the hall with directions to leave us alone until we leave."

"Good! Yes! That's EXACTLY what we should do!"

"But if you lose ..." Tina smiled, "You're my bitch for the rest of-- "

"MOM?!" Jessica's eyes widened. "You CAN'T be serious!"

"It's FUN to have a bitch, Jess. You oughtta TRY it!"

"Mom! NO! What kind of kinky sex games have you gotten INTO?! Something HORRIBLE has happened to you!" She ran to the door. "Something HORRIBLE!" Then she stepped outside.

"She's gonna come back with that goody-goody boyfriend of hers, the little twat. Let's go to your room, bitch."

"Yes, ma'am."

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Jessica banged on the door to Bobby's and Kim's room until he answered. "Bobby! Let me in!"

Bobby stepped back and Jessica rushed in. "Your dad, too, Bobby! Where's your dad?"

"He's out shopping, Jess. What's the matter?!"

"Bobby, a horrible woman broke into our room and made my mother DO things!"

"Do things?"

"It doesn't matter, Bobby! Just come with me! We HAVE to throw her out!"

"Whatever you need! Let's go!"

The two marched across the hall and banged on the door. After a minute, Jessica retrieved her keycard from her pocket and opened the door.

But the room was empty.

"It's okay, Jess ... we'll find her. Do you have any clues? What the woman looked like?"

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They wandered the hallway looking for either woman. They spoke to the manager at the front desk and told him that Mrs Davison had been abducted by a woman named Barbara, though Jessica was a little vague on the details of the "struggle". He asked for a picture of her mother and assured her that the entire staff would be on the lookout for her. And in the unlikely event that she was not found within 48 hours, they would alert the police.

Bobby and Jessica continued to walk the hallways the rest of the afternoon, looking for her mother.

I Danced in Vegas, and All I Wore Was This Lousy T-Shirt - ------ -- ------ --- --- - ---- --- ---- ----- -------

(Saturday evening)

Bobby and Jessica rounded a corner in the hotel hallways and saw his parents. Mr. Keegan was soaking wet and limping beside Mrs Keegan.

"Hi, kids," Denise greeted them.

"Mr. and Mrs Keegan, can you help us find my mother? Something awful has happened!" She proceeded to explain how her mother was acting strangely -- though she glossed over the details -- and that she had been abducted by a woman named Barbara.

"We will do whatever we can, dear," Denise Keegan promised.

"First, though," Jim Keegan moaned. "I need to change clothes, and then we need to head down to the Kumquat Room to get a little dinner."

Denise sighed while Jessica looked a little panicked. The man had no couth. "It's okay, Jessica. We SHOULD grab a bite to eat -- we'll all think clearer and search better if we aren't starving."

"I ... guess so."

As they headed back to Jim and Denise's room, Bobby whispered to his mother, "What happened to Dad?"

Denise giggled. "Well ... he sort of fell in the pool," she whispered. "We were visiting the dolphin pools, and I was having a wonderful time, and he started going on that we had to get back to have dinner at the Kumquat Room by 5:30, and then he started getting angry because I wasn't hurrying enough, and he turned around in a tiff and stepped right out into the dolphin's pool."

"Oh, my," Bobby stifled a smile.

"That's not the worst of it," Denise giggled. "He must have smelled bad or something, because every dolphin in the pool swam over and began jabbing him with their snouts! I was afraid he might have broken a rib, but a house doctor checked him out. And still, your father's determined to go eat by 5:30 at the Kumquat."

Bobby had an idea about why his father was so determined to do that, and he thought the reason's name was Annie.

They got to the room, his father quickly changed, then they were heading back down to the Kumquat.

"It's okay, Jessica," Denise assured her. "We'll grab a bite to eat, then I'll help you look for the rest of the night."

"Thank you, Mrs Keegan."

"I think they're putting on some kind of show at the Kumquat later," Jim said. "There should be a large crowd gathered there. I can keep checking the crowd and see if she turns up."

"Thank you, Mr. Keegan."

They got to the Kumquat room, found one of the last empty tables, then ordered munchies.

A few minutes later, an emcee walked out onto the stage at the front of the room. "Welcome!" He said a few more words, but they were drowned out by the rowdy roar of the crowd.

"Well, it looks like you're all ripe and ready for tonight's show!" he took the microphone and talked loudly into it. "Tonight, it's the Sluts versus the Whores!" Again, he was drowned out with cheers from the audience.

Jessica looked over at Mrs Keegan, who nodded her head. "Perhaps we should be going. To look for Tina," Mrs Keegan shouted to Jim over the roar.

"What?!" Jim shook his head.

"Can we have the speaker for the Sluts come on out?" the emcee asked.

Annie walked out on the stage then, in high heels, a thong and a laced corset. The crowd went wild.

"Isn't that--?" Jessica asked.

Mrs Keegan just frowned. Bobby nodded his head to confirm his girlfriend's suspicions.

"Wow! Can you believe that?! Who knew SHE would be here. Ha, ha," Jim Keegan laughed self-consciously.

Denise continued to frown.

Annie took the mike from the emcee. "Wow! Well, THANK you, boys! And girls!" she giggled. She was met with an enthusiastic response from the crowd.

"I think you'll all agree that we have some really hot Sluts for you tonight! Remember that when it comes time to vote for us over the Whores!" She placed her hand over the bottom of her corset against her hip and arched her back, then giggled as the crowd went crazy. "Oops!" She held her palm against her cheek and looked down at her chest. "Did that just ... pop ... out of there? Gosh, I am sooooo sorry!"

The crowd roared their vehement approval of the exposed nipple.

"Well," she giggled, nipple still showing, "It sure doesn't sound like you're TOO offended. Still, I guess I'd better ...." She stuffed the naughty nipple back down into the boob cup while the crowd "awwwwwed". "Oooh, how sweet! She misses you all too! Maybe later ... IF we win!"

The emcee took the microphone back as she wiggled her hips off the stage. "Now, we're not SUPPOSED to offer rewards for votes! But ... well ... WOW!" A wave of applause passed through the crowd. "Now, can we have the speaker for the Whores?"

A dark-haired overweight woman with dark plastic glasses flounced out onto the stage. She was wearing orange heels, an orange thong and a metallic gold half-length halter.

"Dude! A pig porker!" someone called up from the audience.

The woman was too bubbly to be insulted, however. "Hi to everyone out there from all of us Whores!" A round of applause and catcalls came up. "Now, I'm a little ... curvaceous," she laughed, "But that's just 'cause o' my big 'uns!" She yanked up her top to flash her large boobs, bounced a couple times, then yanked it back down. The crowd decided that even if she WAS a little overweight -- well, what the FUCK!

"Now! You know what they call me?" She grinned and looked out over the audience as they shouted a few suggestions. "My name is Cocksuckin' Suzie! And if the Whores win tonight, well, every guy out there that voted for us-- "

The emcee took the mike from her then. "Geez!" he grinned. "How many times do I gotta tell you ladies? No bribin' the judges!" He turned toward the crowd. "That's YOU, audience!"

Cocksucking Suzie blew the crowd kisses and made a blow-job gesture with her hands and with her tongue in her cheek as she walked off the stage.

"Jim!" Denise shouted to him. "This is simply pornographic! We need to leave! Now!"

"Jim!" Annie grinned as she walked up to the table. She sat in his lap and wrapped her arms around his neck. "So! Did I give good performance up there?"

Jim looked uncomfortably at his wife, who was scowling at him. "You ... uhm ... did well, Annie."

"Yeah! But did I get you HARD?!" she looked him in the eye and leered.

Jim looked to his wife. "I ... uhm ... ehr ... that's to say ... uhm ..."

"Ohmigod!" Jessica cried. Isn't that Kim and Michelle?!" She pointed at the stage.

Denise looked at where she was pointing.

There, on the stage, were Kim and Michelle, both in heels, thongs and cut-off t-shirts.

"Jim!" Denise shouted at him. He tore his eyes from where he was peeking inside the top of Annie's corset and blushed darkly. She ignored that -- she'd light into him later! -- and pointed at the stage. "Go get them down off there! Now!"

Jim looked at the stage, frowned, then shrugged. "They're grown-up girls, Denise. Let 'em do what-- "

"Jim! She's your DAUGHTER! Now get up there and get her down before she does something she'll regret!"

"OOPS!" Annie shouted as that naughty nipple made a break for freedom again. Jim's eyes were glued there, his mouth agape. "I guess you just can't keep a good nip in!" she laughed.

"Jim! Your daughter!" Denise shouted again but could not distract him from Annie's bosom. "You BASTARD! Bobby! Come on!" She stood and started elbowing her way through he crowd, Bobby immediately behind her.

Onstage, the emcee was pouring ice cold water from a pitcher across the young women's t-shirts, turning them nearly transparent.

Kim squealed, laughing, as the cold water shocked her and made her nipples into hard little pebbles. "Oh, FUCK, that's cold!" she screamed.

Michelle was wet down next, and she made similar shrill noises when the cold water soaked the front of her top.

Denise made her way through the crowd and towards her daughter like a crazed tour guide slashing his way through rain forest with a machete and grim determination. It was all Bobby could do to keep up with her.

Onstage, Kim flipped up Michelle's soaked top to flash her friend's tits, then flipped it back down, laughing.

A bouncer moved to block the steps up to the stage as Denise neared. "Calm down, lady! Take it easy!" Denise kicked him in the knee, and he sank down. Two other bouncers were moving to intercept her, however. One got a hold on her wrists and danced his feet to avoid being kicked. Moments later, the other grabbed her arms from behind, pulled them back and slapped a pair of handcuffs on her. "You BASTARDS!" she cried, "That's my DAUGHTER!"

"Calm down, lady!"

Bobby was striding towards them, but the bouncer that had gone down stood now. "Boy!" he shouted. "We don't want no trouble! But I will lay you in the hospital if I have to!"

Bobby paused. The man was well over six feet and very muscular. "You let my mother GO!"

"We just need to calm her down! We want to walk her back to her table, then we'll uncuff her! That's ALL we want to do!"

The bouncer that had cuffed her had thrown her over his shoulder now, holding her legs tight against his chest so she couldn't kick him. "Got her," he barked.

"Lead us back to your table," the kicked bouncer told Bobby. "And we'll uncuff her and ask her to leave the room."

Bobby chewed his lip. There was no way he was going to get past these three bouncers to save his sister. He looked at the stage. She was already strutting around topless anyway. He might be able to get his mother out of this, though, with the least amount of shame. "Okay," he said finally, then turned and started back towards their table.

The bouncer carrying her started to follow him, but the kicked bouncer stopped him. "Just a second!" He gave Denise Keegan three quick whacks on the ass. "Don't ever fuck with me again, lady, or it will hurt a lot more than that! I'm done, Grant."

Grant carried his load through the crowd, following Bobby.

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"I'm POSITIVE it was her!" one geek told another as they watched the stage from a table.

"Get out! There is just no way!"

"I'm telling you! It was Professor Hartridge!"

"You are insane, Poindexter!"

"I'm not, Melvin! It was HER!"

"Hello, boys," a voice came from behind them. They both turned to see Cocksucking Suzie standing there. "Melvin," she smiled, "Poindexter. I THOUGHT I recognized you two."

Even Melvin could be sure from this distance -- this was his boss. In heels, a thong and a silky gold half-top! "Prof-- Professor Hartridge?!"

"Yeah ... but you're s'posed to call me Cocksuckin' Suzie, silly boy!"

"Wh-what are you doing here?"

"Well, THAT'S obvious! I'm trying to find a cock to suck!"

Both geeks swallowed hard.

"How about yours, Melvin? May I suck on your peter? You can measure the vacuum pressure," she smiled, then sank to her knees. "I promise, I'm good!" She knee-walked under the tall table, then Melvin felt hands at his crotch, copping feels as she unzipped him. Then a warm wet mouth took in his hardness.

"Ohgod, man! She IS good! Oh! Oh, fuck! Suzie!"

Jealous, Poindexter unzipped himself, then wagged his stiffie back and forth under the table, like it was a disgusting-but-delicious-looking worm wriggling around to attract some cocksucking fish.

Soon his actions were rewarded. "Ohsweetfuckingjesus! Professor!"

"It's (mmph) Suzie! (mmphth) Cocksucking (mmth) Suzie! (mmmmm)."

"Man, Don't FUCK with her! She was doing ME!"

"Well, now she's doing ME!"

Melvin sank to the floor, then moved behind her and entered his boss's hot soaked pussy doggie-style.

"OH! Melvin!" Suzie said, coming off Poindexter's cock. "You're due a RAISE and a BONUS for this! Pump me!" Then she swallowed Poindexter back down her throat again.

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Bobby and Grant reached their table, and Jim jerked his hand back from Annie's upper thigh, startled.

Annie popped up to a standing position. "Oh, Denise! You look so CUTE hogtied! Hold her still, boys!" Annie whacked her boss's wife on the ass, eliciting a squeal of rage. "Oooh! I've ALWAYS wanted to do that to the little twat, Jim! And you have so deserved it, Denise!"

"Okay, ladies," the bouncer said. "Stop yankin' my weener. I need to set this one down." He looked at Jim. "Where do I put her?"

"On-- on the table will be fine."

The bouncer swung her off his shoulder and down onto the table, still being careful of her feet to avoid kicks. "Okay, lady. I can uncuff you if you'll behave yourself."

"I'll behave," Denise muttered, blushing a dark red.

"Oh, how humiliating!" Annie bubbled, sitting back in Jim's lap. "That is just so ... DEGRADING! How WONDERFUL!"

The bouncer applied a key to the cuffs, releasing Bobby's mother.

She stood and rubbed her wrists. "Jim, I am leaving! You dump that little whore on the floor and follow me unless you want a divorce!"

"Hey!" Annie confronted her. "I'm a Slut! Not a Whore!"

Denise sniffed contemptuously, then walked out of the Kumquat Room.

"I want to leave too, Bobby," Jessica told him.

"Yeah. We should-- sweetjesus!"

Jessica turned to look where he was staring. There was Jessica's mother Tina, in black PVC with thigh-high black leather boots. Beside her stood Barbara in white socks, a pink minidress, and her hair in pigtails.

"Hi, sweetie," Tina told her daughter.

"Mom! I was WORRIED about you! We ALL were! We've been looking for you all afternoon!"

"I'm sorry ... I was just relaxing with my bitch, getting my pussy eaten out by Barbie here."

Bobby stood staring, his mouth agape.

At the center of all the tables, including Jim's, was a wooden container with a complementary deck of cards inside it. Barbara reached for it, took out a plastic-wrapped deck and unwrapped them.