That being said, I do want my stories to be entertaining, so I add a little “twist” or “spice” to the reality. I always appreciate feedback and comments at the end. Bonus if you can guess what’s “truth” and what’s the “twist”.
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For the week leading up to my 30th birthday, I was working at a conference for a client in Las Vegas. Looking at the calendar, my fiancé, Sherri took a couple of personal days from her job and decided to fly out to meet me there. The plan was for her to fly out on Thursday spend the weekend in Vegas, celebrate my birthday on Sunday and we would both fly back on Monday together. We booked dinners and bought tickets to shows and everything was set to celebrate when she arrived.
Thanks to the time zone shift, Sherri got into Vegas mid-afternoon while I was still working. She let me know that she got up early for her flight but still wanted to have dinner together, so she was going to nap for a few hours. I said that I would call her when we were wrapping up and we could just grab something at the hotel when I got back.
With that plan in place, I finished up my conference and called her a little after six to let her know I was on my way. I took a few of the skywalks from the conference center back to our hotel, and as I passed through the lobby of the hotel I stopped at the Concierge desk to get us into the more casual “celebrity chef” restaurant that was on the property. She was able to get us a booth in the lounge for an hour later. After a generous tip, I began to walk toward the elevator bank when a woman over and started talking to me.
“Hey? Do you have a minute?” her voice called out.
Now, I’m not a bad looking guy, and at 30, I was probably in the best shape of my life thanks to an aggressive exercise and weight regimen at the time. All that being said, the chance of a gorgeous black woman, significantly younger than me, with tits popping out of her tight dress and legs up to my chest… randomly approaching me in a hotel lobby at 6:30 at night? Yeah, I had a better chance at hitting the Mega-Jackpot on the penny slots.
I looked her up and down with genuine appreciation. “Thanks” I replied. “But I’m here with someone.”
“Oh, ok.” And with that, she pivoted on her stiletto heel and turned to find her next mark.
When I got up to the room, I used my keycard and opened the door as quietly as I could. I was fortunate that I had upgraded to a suite, so you would enter the room into a large sitting area with a set of glass French doors that separated it from the bedroom. There was a small fridge and wet bar on one side, a couch and two chairs in the middle and a desk in the corner. The bathroom had a multi-head shower that easily fit two people (or more) and a sizeable jacuzzi tub. Both the living room and bedroom had giant floor to ceiling windows that faced the Vegas strip and other nearby hotels.
As I opened the door, I saw that all the lights were on, and Sherri was sitting on the sofa already awake, refreshed, and reading a book. Sherri was built like a model at 5’8″ with long legs and a slight build. She had smaller b-cup breasts and a tight, athletic ass. Her long blond hair flowed down to the middle of her back and was hanging loose. She was wearing a pair of tight skinny jeans and black boots with a tall heel on them, the combination of which boosted her amazing ass up and made her almost the same height as me. She hopped off the couch, came over, wrapped her arms around me, and locked her lips onto mine. I moved my hands down to her ass and cupped her firm cheeks as we worked our tongues into each other’s mouth.
As we broke the kiss, I told Sherri about the dinner reservation and that I wanted to get out of the suit I was wearing and into something more comfortable. About 20 minutes later we were in the elevator heading down to walk around a bit before our reservation time. As we walked through the lobby, with our arms around each other’s waist, I saw the woman who had approached me earlier.
“See that black woman over there?” I asked.
“The one with the slutty dress? Yes.” Sherri replied.
“She hit on me before.”
“Oh, did she?”
“Yup. Wanted to come up to the room with me.”
“You expect me to believe this, huh?”
“Well” I chuckled. “You know she’s a hooker, right?” Sherri whipped her head back around to get a better look.
“Seriously? She’s a hooker? They’re allowed in the lobby like that?”
“Technically, no. But with all the men in town for conferences and meetings, I think the hotels kind of turn a blind eye to their ‘activities’ as long as they stay somewhat discreet.”
“So guys just hire a hooker and they come up to the room with you? That seems really gross and unsafe.” Sherri still seemed to be in a bit of disbelief.
“Again, for her or others to be in the lobby or on the casino floor, they probably have a deal with someone in the hotel. So, if there is a ‘safe’ way to hire one of them, this is probably the best bet besides calling a service.”
With that, we stopped talking about hookers and wandered the casino floor. While we worked our way to the restaurant, we dropped a few bills in some slots and came up empty. The restaurant was a steak house by an English Chef who hates raw scallops and loves to yell at his staff and students. Sherri and I got a tall booth for two in the corner of the lounge where we ate and shared cocktails and a bottle of wine. We went over all the various reservations and tickets we had for the weekend, and I told her that I hoped be done as early as possible on Friday so we could spend more time together.
“Don’t worry about it. I have a few more things I want to pick up tomorrow for your birthday! And then I’ll probably either take a nap or go sit by the pool until you are done.”
As dinner wrapped up, Sherri went into her purse and pulled out a large manila mailing envelope.
“Here. This is for your birthday weekend.” She said as she handed the envelope to me. On the front was a sticker that read, “What Happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas” and I could feel that there were more things inside.
“Shouldn’t you give this to me on Sunday? My actual birthday?”
“No. Trust me. It’ll make more sense if I give it to you now.”
I tore open the envelope to find six more envelopes inside. They looked like Hallmark card envelopes, but each had a different note on the front. “Open first”, “Open Thursday night”, “Open Friday night”, “Open Saturday night”, “Open Sunday night” and finally, “Open Monday”. I flipped through all the cards and went back to the first one.
“So, do I open this one now?” I asked, lookin at the ‘Open first’ envelope.
Sherry was sipping on the last of her wine and replied, “Yeah. That’s what it says right?”
I opened the envelope to find, as I expected, a silly Birthday card with an “over the hill” joke. There was a folded piece of paper inside as well. I unfolded it and read the note that was in Sherri’s handwriting.
Babe,
Happy 30th! I know this is a big one and you haven’t been looking forward to it, so I wanted to make it special. Since we are away and couldn’t throw a big party, I decided to do something different this weekend. Each night, I want you to open another card and then get a special gift from me. No peeking ahead or you lose that gift!
For your 30th, I thought you deserved every gift you could ever want. But remember, What Happens Here…Stays Here!
Love,
Sherri
I put the note down to see that Sherri was now staring at me with smoky eyes and a little grin.
“Do I get any hints?” I asked.
“Nope. But maybe you should pay the bill and we can go upstairs where you can open the next envelope.”
Not needing any further encouragement, I flagged down the waiter, signed the bill to the room, gathered the cards back into the large envelope and started to head back upstairs. As we passed through the lobby, I noticed the hooker was no longer lingering and I silently wondered if she had found someone to take her up on her offer.
We got up to the room and I turned on all the lights. Now that it was dark outside, you could clearly see all the lights from the Strip like a huge city-wide electrical show. Our hotel had three different towers that were set up like spokes around the central elevator. So, our room faced the rooms of the second tower and you could also see the lights that were on in other rooms across the way. Some were shadowy silhouettes that were barely visible through sheer shades while others had the curtains open and you could see right into their rooms.
I noticed that Sherri had stopped and was looking around the room when she said, “That view is so awesome. Let’s turn those chairs around and move them so we can sit, have a drink and look out over the strip.”
Once we did that, Sherri had another instruction, “Ok. Now, I’m going to pour us a couple of drinks. Why don’t you go and get comfortable and meet me back out here.” Following directions, I went into the bathroom and freshened up a bit. My clothes smelled like smoke from cutting through the casino, so I stripped down to my boxers and grabbed one of the terry robes hanging on the back of the door. When I emerged into the bedroom, Sherri handed me the first card as she passed me on her way to the bathroom.
“Here. Why don’t you go sit over there and open this. See if you can guess your gift while I get changed.”
After Sherri went into the bathroom, I saw that there were two cocktails sitting by the chairs we had turned. I ripped open the card to see Spider-Man wishing me “Happy Birthday to a growing boy!” On the inside Sherri had written, “Tonight, we’ll let everyone know it’s your birthday!” I closed the card and wondered what that meant. I turned off the lights in the living area, with the lights from the city giving the room a nice glow. I was settled in the chair, sipping on vodka when I heard Sherri emerge from the bathroom.