Katie hadn't felt quite like herself in years. Sure, she looked the same, but something was nagging at her lately. Something she couldn't quite place.
Her phone rattled across the marble counter top, pumping up against the outlandishly modern sink top. Katie's eyes narrowed, glaring at the green text box populating the screen. Brian. Again. Muttering to herself nondescriptly, she snatched it up with her long, thin fingers and tapped out her reply. Yes, she was fine. Yes, she was having fun. Ok, she wouldn't stay out late. Don't worry, I won't dance with anyone else. Relax. I'll be home soon.
She didn't bother to ask how he was, or what he was doing. He was doing what he was always doing. A pile of pizza boxes on the coffee table, zombies or aliens or whatever getting shot up on the TV screen, Brian likely in his underwear.
Taking a deep breath, Katie set the phone back down on the brown and white marble, and poked again at her hair, trying to take deep breaths and recenter herself.
"Damn girl!" Katie's best friend, Andrea called out from the doorway. The two of them were a study in contrasts. Katie tall and slim, Andrea short and curvy. Katie blonde and pale, Andrea's skin permanently tanned. Katie with that strong chin, always the first thing anyone notice, and Andrea with her round, always smiling face.
The two of them were always together, since they were girls. Growing up next door to one another, neither could remember a time without the other. Neighbors for 18 years, they'd sat next to one another all through grade school, their lockers were next to one another in high school, they'd even dated twin brothers the last summer before going off to college. Completely inseparable.
Until Brian.
Despite all that, they weren't exactly the same. Not exactly, exactly. Things had always come easier for Katie than Andrea. Truthfully, things had always come easier for Katie than almost everyone. Straight A's, always. Early admission to her dream college. Near-perfect ACT scores. Captain of the cheerleader squad. All-state track sprinter. And the money. Her family lived in a fairly modest house, but her father had started some tech company and was worth millions. So there she always was, the leggy blonde with the always brand-new Mercedes, always with the best looking guys chasing her all through college.
Until Brian.
Meanwhile, Andrea had bare knuckle brawled her way into Katie's dream school. She'd borrowed every dime, worked every night, drove the old beater that kept breaking down, and fought for everything. Which was why she got so angry watching Katie, her best friend, now off at a medical school way, way, way below what she deserved, working so hard. Struggling. For the first time in her life, really struggling.
"Does anyone ever NOT want to fuck you?" Andrea teased, giving her best friend a playful slap on the ass? Katie giggled in response, still fiddling with her hair. "How fucking much did you pay for that dress? Damn!" Andrea asked.
Katie smiled. "I don't remember. I've had it forever."
"YOU came to Vegas and didn't see the excuse for a whole new wardrobe?"
Katie tried to hide her scowl, but couldn't. "No. It's been kind of tight lately. You know."
Andrea did know She'd saved for six months for this trip. "Fucking Brian." she muttered. "Still no job?"
"No," Katie halfheartedly replied. "It's been hard. He can't find the right thing. He was working for this IT company, but it didn't work out."
Andrea's eyes about rolled straight out of her head. "Of course. Couldn't get his ass out of bed?"
Katie sighed. "No. You know. He just..." her voice trailed off. Andrea knew. No sense in hiding it.
"Well, no matter. The rest of the girls are waiting."
Katie smiled, took a deep breath, and grabbed her cell phone. Six more messages from Brian.
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Katie and six of her best friends walked into Club Hype like they owned the place. A bottle plus of wine with dinner had smoothed the edges just right, and Katie was ready to blow off steam and have a good time. Catching up with the girls had been great, and now it was time to relive the old times.
A much more expensive version of the old times.
The club host escorted them to a "U" shaped couch with a square silver table in the middle, set in a perch a few steps above the dance floor. They had a perfect birds eye view of the whole place - the pretty girls dancing, the DJ nodding his head, and a sea of men with drink in hand, all desperately trying to make eye contact with a girl. Any girl.
Katie wasn't interested in any of that. Tonight was about the girls. The girls and a giant bottle of vodka.
"This hot, or what?" Andrea nudged her, having to shout to be heard.
"Yeah. It's great." Katie smiled in reply, ignoring yet another buzz of her cell phone in her purse.
"So we gonna split that bottle of champagne like we talked about?" Andrea asked.
"Definitely!" Katie responded, grabbing the menu off the table.
Her heart sank. There wasn't a bottle of champagne for less than $500. She knew getting a table here was going to be expensive, but not this expensive. She kept staring at the menu, willing the numbers to change. Willing her bank account to change. "Uh, Andie..." she muttered, not sure what to say.
Andrew glanced at the menu. She'd saved enough for half, and for the briefest of moments she was confused. Katie never balked at the price of anything. Looking at her best friend, she saw a twisted mess of confusion, fear, and embarrassment on her face.
"It's okay, Kate. We'll just split the vodka with everybody else. Don't sweat it." Andrea tried to calm her. How bad were things? How many times had she seen Katie drop a grand on a dress she only wore twice?
"Fucking Brian" Andrea muttered. She was there the night he and Katie met. He seemed normal enough at first, but over time she knew it was trouble. Katie always working so hard, Brian high and drunk every night, barely going to class. She'd worried from the start that he saw Katie as a ticket to easy street, and she might have been had her father not cut her off after graduation, so furious was he over her choice of graduate school.
"No big deal. Let' just have a good time" Andrea reassured her, pouring a tall glass of vodka and orange juice and handing it to her best friend. So many times Katie had been there for her. Now it was her turn to do the same.
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One bottle turned into three, and before long Katie was back to normal. Real normal, it seemed. Sitting upon the back of the couch, her long legs on display, holding court as guy after guy timidly approached the group, only the bravest trying to talk to be the best looking of all. Each turned away with barely more than the wave of a hand. She looked, at least temporarily, like herself again. When she was on, the girl oozed confidence.
Andrea, perpetually single, had talked to a few guys, but tonight more than ever she couldn't help but notice the stream of guys walking right past her and towards Katie. They were all expensively and stylishly dressed, and if they didn't have money, they had it to spend tonight. Something about her and and expensive place just fit. A puzzle piece settling into the right place.
Katie stumbled down from her perch, her right ankle going half sideways as she struggled to her feet. Picking up a bottle of booze, she gave it a shake. Empty. Her head was swimming, the pounding music and dazzling lights disorientating her as she tried to remember how much she'd had to drink. And what time was it. Fumbling with her purse, she dug for her phone to check the time. Instead, the display lit up with 20 message from Brian. Twenty! Rolling her eyes, she dumped the phone back in her bag and stumbled forward.
"You okay girl?" Andrea teased, grabbing Katie's arm?
"Yeah. Totally. I gotta fuckin piss though." Katie replied.
Andrea laughed. "Chicky, you must be drunk. It's the only time you talk like that! Need help getting there?"
"No. I've got it." Katie carefully walked down the stairs. Smoothing her dress and gathering herself at the bottom of the small set of stairs, she set off towards the ladies room.
A few moments later, she exited the bright lights of the ladies room and found herself temporarily blinded in the dark of the club.
She'd already stumbled backward and was struggling to stay upright before she realized someone had run right into her. Grasping desperately for help, she felt a warm sensation on her arms that quickly steadied her.
"You okay?" a deep voice called out to her.
"Yes, I think..." her voice trailed off, her arms struggling free. Brushing her dress clean and smooth, she called back out. "Why don't you watch where the fuck you're go..." she trailed off, finally looking up.
Before her was perhaps the best looking man she'd ever seen. Every inch of six-foot-five, his broad shoulders filling an expensive suit coat, he collar open and just hinting a strong, smooth chest. He had strong cheek bones and a perfectly trimmed beard. He reached out and ran his warm hands down her upper arms, and she just melted.
"Yeah, I know. Sorry. I didn't see you. Are you sure you're okay?" his voice was deep and like velvet.
"Uh-huh" Katie stammered. "I'm...I'm fine."
"I'm really so sorry. Can I buy you a drink?" he asked, his smile inviting and reassuring.
"Uh, yeah. That would be nice." Katie smiled in return. Her body turned almost instinctively as he slid a hand behind her, guiding her gently toward the bar.
A little voice in her head told her she shouldn't be going off with some strange guy, and definitely shouldn't be accepting a drink, but something about him made her feel so safe. Before she knew it, a tall glass of champagne was in her hands, his hand in the other. Slowly, he led her to the dance floor. She wasn't much of a dancer, but she couldn't take her eyes off of him. She found herself pressing her body up against his, swaying to the music.
They'd been dancing for a while when he leaned in, near her ear, and whispered "another drink?"
Katie was all smiles, nodding yes. He lingered by her cheek for just a moment, the scruff of his beard tickling her as he drew slowly back. For just a moment, she thought he was going to kiss her. Then she was surprised by how disappointed she was when he didn't. He gave her a smile and disappeared into the crowd.
Feeling suddenly alone, Katie spun and practically floated back to the table. Andrea was at the top of the stairs, hand on her hip, exaggeratedly tapping her foot. "And where have YOU been?"
Katie smiled as she climbed the stairs.
"Someone is having a good time!" Andrea teased.
"He is SO hot" Katie beamed in reply, "He's getting me another drink."
"Yeah, well, Steph was just in the bathroom puking. Of course." Andrea reported. "We're leaving."
Katie stopped, her face dropping. "Uh...I think I'm staying."
"What?" Andrea asked, genuinely surprised. "Kate, you don't know him."
"It's fine," Katie reassured her. "I have my phone. I'll call if I need anything. And I have my room key."
Before Andrea could object, Katie leaned down and gave her a quick hug, then with a grin and a wink, she bounded back down the stairs and into the crowd.
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The next few hours were a blur of expensive champagne, lights and music, and two bodies never more than an inch apart. Katie hadn't felt this alive, this sexy, in years. Maybe never. She'd lost all sense of space and time, of herself and anyone else except him.
That's when she felt her right ankle buckle, twisting to the side and almost dropping her on her ass. Thankfully, he was there, catching her before she could fall. "Fuck!" she cried out, her fast momentarily twisted in pain.
"Are you okay? We should look at that." He told her, helping her back up and providing a steadying force as he helped her towards the exit.
Stepping out into the perpetual light of the casino, Katie noticed how she'd never seen one so empty before. He gently guided her to an open slot machine, turning the chair and helping her settle into it. Sliding his hands down her long, smooth legs, he gently removed her right shoe and started to examine her foot.
Katie still couldn't take her eyes off of him, and how beautiful her foot looked in his hands.
"I don't think it's too bad. Maybe a sprain. We should get some ice on it though. In my professional opinion."
"You're a...you're a doctor?" She inquired, suddenly self-conscious of her words now that she could actually be certain she was being heard.
"Yes. in LA. Not a foot doctor, but I think I can find my way around a sprained ankle."
Katie's heart skipped a beat. LA. That had always been the goal. The medical school there, the residency there, the life there. All those cold midwest winter nights, she'd dreamed of her future medical career in southern California. And she'd been accepted...except for Brian. He didn't want to leave home. So she'd settled, no, she'd compromised on a medical school closer to home. It wasn't what she'd thought she'd wanted, but she'd still be a doctor, right?
"Well thank you, doctor," Katie batted her eyes at him. "Ice it is."
"Are you staying nearby? Do you think you can make it?" He asked. "I can help you get home. I think your friends left."
"Yes. I mean, no. We're on the other end of the strip." Katie replied.
"Well, I'm staying here. We can ice it in my room, if you want." He offered, a half-smile coaxing her into the same sense of security she'd felt all night.
"I...sure. I think that would be fine."
Slipping off her other shoe, Katie started to hobble her way back toward the lobby. He put his strong arm behind her, helping hold her up as she tired to manage a little grace stumbling across the casino. Soon there were in the elevator, alone, and then the long hallway, alone. And then in his room. Alone.
He took her hand and led her through the door into his dimly lit room.
"So, Ice" he said, slowly letting her hand slid from his.
Katie wouldn't let him go. Pulling his hand back towards her, he turned around in her direction. Katie pressed herself up against his tall body, letting go of his hand and putting her arms around his waste. "I don't think I'm going to need that ice." Sliding her hand up his back to the back of his neck, she pulled him in for a slow, soft, wet kiss.
His lips on hers felt electric, like she'd never felt before. The stubble of his beard tickled her as his hands found the small of her back. Then the kiss started getting harder, more passionate, uncontrolled even. Katie felt two large hands slide down to her ass, groping at them through the thin satin of her dress.
Uncontrolled. That's how she felt. She'd never been the one to initiate a first kiss with anyone before. Yet her she was, her breath quickening as he pulled her in tight to him.
They stumbled backwards into the center of the room, their kisses never ending. Their tongues playing with one another, hands suddenly going everywhere. Then he sat back on the edge of the bed, pulling her in to a standing position between his knees. Slowly, he ran his hands down her sides, sitting back to look her up and down. Then he pulled her slightly closer, one hand reaching behind her to pull the zipper down the back of her dress. Stepping back, she dropped her shoulders to allow it to fall from her, catching briefly on her thin hips before cascading to the floor. Katie lifted one foot, then the other, stepping out from it and kicking it to the side. He leaned in and started kissing her flat stomach, his big hands holding her by the sides.
Katie couldn't stop watching how gently he explored her with his lips, moving slowly up her stomach until he was kissing just below her bra. Pausing briefly, he unfastened the clasp at the center of her bra and pulled the two small cups aside, revealing her two small womanly points.
"Fuck" he muttered, "those are perfect."
No one had ever said she had perfect breasts before, and the moment she felt his lips lock on to one, it was as if her entire body turned to a warm liquid. Her knees buckled as she ran her fingers through his hair, loving the feeling of his lips on her body. As he moved to the other breast, she felt one of his hands on her ass, then sliding to her hip, and then the inside of her upper thigh.
"Shit. I can feel how wet you are already" he said, pausing briefly and then returning to her breast. Katie's hips acted on their own, grinding soft against his hand, causing her to moan a soft, hungry sound like she'd never made before. He slid his hand inside the black lace of her panties, her legs sliding apart as he started slowly stroking her soaking wetness. She was practically panting with pleasure, his big fingers tickling her clit with a perfect soft, circling motion.
She felt like she was on the verge of orgasm when she pushed his head back, leaning forward to draw him back into a deep, sloppy, desperate kiss. Then, breaking from his lips, she slowly slid down to her knees between his legs. Locking eyes with him, she started to unbuckle his belt, and then unzipped his expensive pants. The instant she touched him, she could tell he was huge. Unlike anything she'd ever seen before. Pulling his manhood out into the dim hotel room light, she wrapped her fingers around him and gave his shaft a series of slow strokes. He leaned back onto his elbows, never taking his eyes off of her as he gave the warmest smile.
Katie slowly leaned forward, placing it on the tips of her lips before opening her mouth and giving him the slightest tickle with the tip of her tongue. He moaned gently, then much louder as she slipped her lips around him, placing as much of him into her mouth as she could.
Katie had never enjoyed giving a blowjob - if anything, she kind of hated it - but something about this was so hot. Turning her hand side to side and stroking as she did, she gave a perfect stranger the sloppiest blowjob of her entire life. She could feel herself dripping, she was so wet and wanted him so bad, it was almost absentminded when she slipped her hand into her soaked panties and started to play with herself, her fingers knowing just how to tease her clit as her mouth slurped at his oversized manhood.
She'd never wanted anyone so bad, and a flood of excitement and relief shot through her when she felt him pull her off of him and up towards the bed. Katie climbed up, slipping her panties off as she did, one knee on each side of him, then dropping herself straight onto the head of his cock. With a whimper, then almost a scream, she tried to take him in. It felt like he was going to split her open when he grabbed her by the hips and pushed himself up into her. Katie fell forward atop him, her completely naked while he was almost fully clothed, his giant dick pushing her pussy walls aside, her body taking all of him deep into her. Grabbing her by the ass, he started to thrust deeply into her, then almost withdraw the entire length, before doing it again.
"Oh fuck" she muttered, her fact buried in his shoulder as he started to fuck her harder and harder, soon the sounds of her moans and the rhythmic slapping of their bodies filling the room. He pushed her up off of him, and obediently, Katie sat upright and started bouncing up and down on him, his big hands finding her tiny breasts and pulling at her hard, erect nipples. She'd never felt anything so big, so hard, so strong in her before. Soon, she felt a burning warmth within her, and when he grabbed her hips to hold her still and started thrusting hard into her, it exploded into the most incredible orgasm she'd ever felt in her entire life. It went on and on, her body trembling as her pussy clenched hard against him, squeezing him with all her might.
Just as she started to come back down, she saw the strained look on his face. They locked eyes as he started to grunt, his brow covered in sweat. Drilling her pussy like an overpowered jackhammer, Katie could feel another orgasm building. Desperate to feel it again, she leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest, and drove herself down onto him, shaking her hips to feel him move around within her.
"OH FUCK!" he screamed, his neck tightening.
Then she felt it. For the first time in her life. She felt his cock surge - it felt like it almost doubled in size - as he shook beneath her and shot himself deep into her. She sensation of warmth within her was more than she could take. Her head rocked back, her body exploding in a chain reaction of orgasmic shudders.
She didn't know how long they both laid there before she finally came to, her body collapsed onto his. She could feel his seed dripping out of her, his now soft cock limply leaving her wide open. Then she kissed him, a deep, thankful, lustful kiss.
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It was light out when Katie started to stumble back down the strip. She'd lost count of how many times he'd pumped himself into her that night. They never stopped. He'd bent her over the bed, up against the window, in the shower, on the bathroom floor. Her body was equal parts exhaustive pain and unbelievable relaxed relief. She knew she'd be sore later - never had she had a sex marathon like that - and needed to get some ice on that ankle. But mostly, she felt carefree, like she hadn't felt in years. As if anything were possible again. In her right hand, she had clutched a small card between her fingers with his phone number. She thought she should put it in her phone before she lost it, she definitely wanted to see him again. Immediately, if possible.
Fumbling with her purse, she pulled her phone into the harsh morning light. 50 unread messages. All Brian.
Sliding the phone back into her purse, along with the small card and those vital digits, Katie decided maybe she'd deal with the future, and the past, later on.
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