What Happens in Vegas (F/F, D/s) by hoyden ============================================================================ What Happens in Vegas Chapter 1 ============================================================================
What happens in Vegas, stays in Vegas. That's what all the ads say and I hope to God it's true. Funny, but that's the first thing that went through my head when Meredith told me to give her my skirt. "Excuse me?" I giggled, certain that I'd misheard her. I had been drinking, not a lot, but enough that everything felt like the sharp corners and rough edges had been worn off. I'd fairly glided down the hall even though I was dreading having to tell Meredith that I'd lost her money. Her money. I'd already lost mine. "You heard me. Do you have my money?" she asked. She didn't even wait for my answer. "I told you that all debts had to be paid by the end of the night, right?" I didn't answer right away, just looked down at her shoes. They were black stiletto heels at least three inches high. I briefly wondered what type of woman walked around in her hotel room in shoes like that. They had to hurt. Meredith reached under my chin and pulled my head back up, forcing me to look into her eyes. They weren't friendly anymore, two orbs of chiseled malachite and suddenly I felt cold and a shiver ran up my spine. "A debtor is the worst sort of person to be, " she told me. "Society only functions when people pay their debts. Businesses collapse when they can't collect, people lose their jobs, and they in turn spread the disease. A nation's economy can be completely undermined when this happens. Debtors are a cancer amongst the civilized, an evil that cannot be tolerated. Now, are you going to be part of the problem little one, or are you going join the civilized and pay your debts?" I blinked my eyes, sort of stunned into neutral for a moment. I shouldn't have had that last drink before I came up here, I thought. I was having difficulty following everything Meredith was saying, but I did know that I didn 't want to remain in her debt. She was a little scary. Funny I hadn't noticed it at first. At the tables she'd looked exotic. Dark raven hair that fell to her shoulders like a sable pelt and eyes so green they burned away the other features of her face. She'd been dressed in a scarlet shimmer that fell to the floor like a sheet of water. Her lips had matched her dress and she'd smiled when I approached her. I didn't know why I'd done it, but I was mesmerized by her. Undone at the moment her lips had turned up in a smile. We'd sat together and drank, though in retrospect I think she hardly touched her champagne, and we talked. We talked about everything and everyone, laughing like lifelong girlfriends. She was an international banker, she said and the world she talked about was exotic. I felt ashamed to talk to her about raising children and running a home, it seemed so small to me when I spoke of it. But she brushed my fears away, telling me that to her, it was my life that was extraordinary. Finally I confessed to a run of bad luck on the blackjack table and told her about my husband who'd be less than happy to find out. She'd tossed five black chips to me from a huge pile of her winnings and told me that I had to pay my debt at two. But the way she'd said it then, with a soft smile and little wink had let me think it was of little consequence. I didn't think so anymore as her steel fingers held my chin and her eyes burned into mine. All I knew was that I didn't want to disappoint her. I didn 't want Meredith thinking that I was another part of the disease. I don't know why I felt so strongly about it at the time, but I suddenly felt like a kid caught with her hand in her mother's purse. I didn't want her thinking about me like that. "How can I pay?" I asked. I felt my face grow hot and I tried to pull away from her eyes, but she wouldn't let me go. "You want to pay off your debt?" she asked. "Yes, of course," I said swallowing several times and trying to hold back the tears that were threatening. I felt sick to my stomach. "I'll credit you twenty dollars for your skirt," she said. She made no move away from the door, keeping me in the hall. "What? Out here in the hall? Someone could come out at any time," I said. "Paying a debt isn't always easy or comfortable," she smiled, "if it were, we wouldn't have all the problems we have with loans." "Forty!" I said. "You can have my skirt for forty dollars." Meredith grinned. It was just a quick flash of teeth, but I think she enjoyed the fact that I was bargaining with her. She nodded her head just once and I suddenly realized what I'd committed to doing. My hands shook so much at first that I jammed the zipper on the side of my skirt. All the while Meredith watched me and perversely seemed to enjoy my struggles. Finally, I got the zipper down and my skirt fell to my feet. I was immediately conscious that my sheer blue panties left very little to the imagination. "Pick my skirt up off the floor and hand it to me," Meredith said sharply. I was a little taken aback; I thought she was enjoying this. She was, but at that time I didn't understand how. While I bent over to pick up the skirt she asked me if I'd ever done anything like this before. "You look like one of those women who might have sold their bodies during college, did you?" I was blushing again, but shook my head `no'. "I don't mean to imply that you were a whore, dear," she said, "but you do look like you've taken your clothes off for money before. Did you?" And then while I protested that I'd never been a stripper she added, "come on,
you can tell me the truth. I'll credit you an extra hundred if you just tell me the truth." I kept telling her that it wasn't true. I'd never stripped during my college career, though I know I could have used the money. I'd even considered it once when all I'd eaten for a couple of weeks were baked potatoes, going so far as to drive down to one of the clubs, but I'd chickened out in the parking lot. I don't know if it was self-respect or fear that kept me from stepping out of my car, but in any event that was as far as I'd gone. Finally Meredith grew tired of my protestations and offered me forty for my blouse. I tried raising the amount again, but this time she wouldn't budge. "As much as I'd love to see you standing here in your bra and panties, it just isn't worth more than forty dollars to me," she said. "Either you're a debtor or not. Your choice." I started unbuttoning my blouse. My fingers slipped and I had to fight to keep them steady as they worked the buttons. I was getting a little mad now. I knew I was being manipulated, but it didn't seem to matter. There was something about Meredith, something that I hadn't seen before in another person. She was the type that commanded respect; you didn't want to displease her. I wondered about the people that worked for her, if they felt the same way. Did they tremble at the thought of her frown? And did her smile seem to lighten their day the way it did mine? After a couple of false starts I had the blouse unbuttoned and I was folding it in my arms and handing it over to her. She smiled and I was happy. "A little risqué for a Midwestern-mom, don't you think?" Meredith pointed to my bra which matched my panties. It was sheer as well and you could clearly see my nipples hardening through the thin material. "Were you hoping for company or is all of this for your husband?" she asked. "It's for my husband," I stammered, but she didn't believe me. "You know what Linda," she said. "I think you're a liar. I really do. I think you got dressed after your husband left for whatever boring conference he was in. I think you got all wet and gooey thinking about a secret tryst while you dressed. What was it going to be a little quickie in an elevator or were you hoping for a long afternoon Romeo?" Again I protested that Meredith had it all wrong. I dressed sexy for my husband, I liked to see his eyes light up when he undressed me. Meredith frowned and held up her hand. "You're just wasting my time Linda. I told you that I can't abide liars any more than I can debtors. Good night," and then she started to close the door. "Okay, okay," I said shooting my hand out and grasping the edge of the door. "Maybe I was hoping for a little something. If not the actual encounter, maybe just the invitation." I was blushing hard now, my face was hot and I kept looking at the ground. I couldn't meet Meredith's eyes. She said nothing, but the door didn't close any further either. "Tell me you're a slut Linda and I'll let you continue, otherwise, please go." I stammered and kicked my feet a little but when I felt the door pressing against my hand again I gave in. "I'm a slut," I admitted. I thought it would be a horror to speak the words, but it actually felt good, like a weight
I'd carried too long was finally taken from my arms. "I'm a slut," I said again, "I just wanted something different and exciting for once." "Good girl," Meredith purred, opening the door again. I glanced up to her eyes and I saw them soften. She smiled and I felt my knees go weak. Somewhere down the hall I heard a door open and I suddenly became conscious of my lack of attire. I tired to press past Meredith and into her room, but she threw up an arm, blocking the doorway. "You agreed you'd do this out here slut," she said and she wasn't purring any longer. Her voice was hard again, crisp and business-like. "And I always make my clients honor their agreements." "Meredith, please," I urgently whispered. "He'll see me out here. He'll call security!" "Oh he'll see you all right," she said, "the ice machine's over this way and he's carrying a bucket. But I wouldn't worry about security my little slut. That should be the least of your worries." "Please stop calling me a slut, Meredith," I asked. "Why? It's true, isn't it? Besides, I rather think you rather like the idea of being seen." Again I protested and this time more urgently as I could hear the man with the ice bucket getting closer. The door began to close again and once again I was forced to throw out my arm and block it. "Fine," I snapped. "I'm a slut. You're right! But how could you know?" "Your panties, slut. That's all the evidence I need. You're getting all hot and bothered again standing out there with that man coming. Your cunt's all hot and dripping and you're staining your panties." I reached down immediately, but I didn't need the confirmation of wet fabric under my fingers. I knew she was right. I was getting excited stripping for her in the hallway and there was something extra exciting about the knowledge that a man was walking by. I glanced up and saw that he was about twenty feet away. I wondered what he was thinking, probably every man's fantasy about what girls do when they' re not around. Something about Sorority houses and slumber parties. "Fifty for the bra, slut." Meredith's voice jerked me back to the present. "Do it now while he can see you or go back to your hubby like this. But whatever you decide, do it now." I didn't hesitate, I just reached around my back and unhooked the clasp. I slipped out of the straps and handed it over to her before the man had come ten feet closer. He was slowing now, trying to look nonchalant, but I could tell that he was enjoying the scene unfolding in front of him and he didn 't want to hurry on by. "Does my little slut please you mister?" Meredith called out as he started
to pass. He looked a little startled at first and then nodded. I whirled on Meredith, "don't do this please," I begged. She ignored me. "Her tits sag a bit," she said to the man as if I weren't standing right there, "but then again she's had three children and they are real. Show the man how real they are slut." "Meredith, what are you doing? This wasn't part of the deal," I said. "Call it interest, slut. Show the man, let him touch them. It's the only way he can tell for sure how real they are." By now my head was torn. I had to admit to myself that I was immensely excited, my nipples were agonizingly hard and I could feel the dark stain on my panties getting larger and larger, but I was scared too. It was one thing to fantasize about another man touching me and quite another to let some stranger do it in the hall. But I was caught too; I knew that if I didn't do it Meredith would shut the door and I'd be forced to walk back to my room in just my panties. And if I did do it I'd be doing the sluttiest thing I' d ever really done. Stripping in the hall was one thing, letting a stranger grope me was quite another. I did it though. The man protested that he couldn't, but I walked right up to him and placed his hands on my tits. They were rough, calloused hands. Hands that worked outside. Blue-collar hands. I was blushing again. After a few moments the man agreed that they were real and I turned back to Meredith. "What now?" I should have been more respectful. I saw that immediately, but I was still drunk and I'd just done things that I didn't think I could. For a moment I felt empowered, but the feeling, as sweet as it was, was gone quickly. Meredith frowned. "Show him your cunt, bitch," she said. "And I think you' ll do this one for free because of your attitude." Shit! I knew better than to challenge her, I don't know what I was thinking. I took off my panties and turned to give them to her, but she just waved me away. "Give them to him as a souvenir." I didn't think I could blush any more, but I was wrong. I turned back to the man and my face burned with shame. I get a Brazilian every couple of weeks and his eyes were riveted on my bare pussy. I handed him the damp panties and he mumbled something in return, but I didn't hear what he was saying. I twirled slowly so that he could see everything and then I stepped towards Meredith's room. "You've only earned back ninety dollars, slut," she said. "Why don't you step inside and we'll discuss the rest of your debt and your attitude."
What Happens in Vegas Chapter 02 ============================================================================ ==== I lit up when Meredith told me I could come inside. I probably should have learned to hide my emotions, but then, I'd never really had to before. In fact, my experience so far had taught me much the opposite. Men were so easily manipulated by a fallen tear or a flash-bulb smile. I'd never had to learn to play the male games, hadn't done the corporate life, ever. I was smart and I never dumbed myself down for anyone, especially my husband, but that didn't mean that I didn't play the game by female rules. But that put me at a disadvantage for the first time in my life. Meredith didn't love me, she wasn't wooing me, this was something very, very different. Her hand shot out again and blocked the door just before I ran through. "I've just realized," she said, "that I've just paid a hundred thirty dollars just to see you naked. That's a lot of money, especially in Vegas. For just twenty and a couple of watered-down beers I could see a dozen women, much hotter than you, just down the street. Even counting in cab fare I don 't think the whole night would cost me more than forty and those girls really know how to turn a person on; the way they move and smile. I've just paid over three times that for a housewife with three kids. Does that strike you as fair?" My brain came to a shrieking, shuddering stop. Stunned and caught off guard I didn't know how to answer her. I couldn't speak, my voice just gurgled up and I let out a strangled little gasp, but that was all I could accomplish. Her arm felt like an iron bar holding me in the hallway. "Does that sound fair to you?" It took me a moment to realize that Meredith wasn't talking to me right now. The man with the ice bucket hadn't left. He was standing there with a dopey smile plastered across his face, his eyes darting back and forth as if he expected the doors around him to burst open at any moment. Or maybe he was looking for hidden cameras; reality TV has taken some strange turns lately. I turned back towards him pleading silently. Big eyes, softly quivering lip. Please. "No," he said and he was leering now, "a hundred thirty is too expensive for a housewife." Suddenly I was acutely aware that I was standing in the hallway completely naked except for a pair of sparkly heels. And he'd already felt me up. I felt my face grow hot, but he wasn't finished yet. His wife probably nagged him to death with `honey -do' lists and little errands. This was his opportunity to get back at all of us. "For that type of money the bitch should dance for you at least." I whipped my head back towards Meredith in time to catch her smile. " Excellent idea! Don't you think so, slut?" "Meredith, please-- "Please, what? Please don't make me do this? Is that what you're asking?"
She was mocking me now. I could hear the venom in her voice. The disdain. "No one's made you do anything slut," she whipped me with her voice. I could feel it curling around me, stinging like leather. "You stripped out here in the hall because you wanted to. You wanted to be naked in front of me. You wanted him to see you. Do you understand that? Do you? Has it settled in deep down, into your bones? You wanted this man to see you naked, to touch your body. You wanted it. You could have refused at any time and what's the worst that could happen? You go back to your husband, you tell him you lost some money; big fucking deal! But you didn't. You chose not to and do you want to know why?" I was stunned again and somehow I felt more naked listening to her words than I did standing in the hallway. She didn't need to grip my chin and force my eyes into hers; I couldn't have pulled them away if I'd wanted. For a brief moment I had the impression that I was falling into them, that each of those deep green eyes were tunnels that wound endlessly down. I felt small, as if I were shrinking. Heartbeat by heartbeat, breath by breath I was dwindling, reducing myself to my core like a vicious haiku. I must have nodded or grunted or somehow indicated that I wanted her to go on. Meredith reached up and gently ran the back of two fingers down the side of my face, lightly tracing the contours of my cheek. I felt her fingers slip under my chin and lift it slightly, as if to position me for a kiss. My eyes closed in anticipation and I gently trembled. My knees weak. My body flushed with desire. I felt her drawing closer to me. The air sang with anticipation. I didn't breathe. I couldn't move. I felt her breath hot against my cheek, felt her lips brush my ear even before I heard her words. "You're a slut and you want this to happen. This is your secret fantasy, your real desire. You want this, to give in. This is the essence of surrender. And you want this, don' t you? To surrender." "Yes..." the words slipped across my tongue. A shiver ran down my spine. "You want to release yourself, don't you slut? You want to offer yourself up to me. To sacrifice yourself upon my altar? You want that, don't you?" "Yes and yes again." And I did. I felt a wind whipping around inside my head. I couldn't even hear myself speak, but I felt it. I felt the words vibrate through my body, electricity singing through my cells. "Show me what you want to do for me slut. Dance for me. Please me." Meredith nipped at my earlobe, her teeth like needles piercing my skin. Lust exploded between my thighs. I knew my lips were swollen and hot and I could feel my desire dripping from me. I turned from her and took a deep breath, my lungs sucking at the sweet air. I shook. I twirled. I ground myself against an invisible pole. My hands covered myself and withdrew and I was not ashamed. I moved around the man, who by now had forgotten his ice bucket on the floor beside him. I heard his breath catch as I moved behind him and ran my hands over his chest and thighs. And then I moved away before he could turn into me. I smiled and ran my fingers across my body, twisting and pinching my nipples. I smiled for Meredith and caught her eyes as I moved away from the man. I locked on her eyes, targeted her, and offered myself silently to her. I danced for her and wanted her to know it. Burned for her to know it. I met Meredith with each thrust of my hips. Tasted her when my tongue wet my lips. I flung my arms out to her as I eclipsed the man with my body. Here I am! Take me! How could she not hear the words that echoed through my entire being? Did she know that it was her hands I felt wrapping themselves across my breasts; that tickled their way down to my sex? Could she feel me the way I felt her now? She could. I knew she could when she smiled. Moist heat spread its way through my body. She winked and I spasmed inside. I danced the way I'd seen the girls dance upon the stage. I filled myself with sex, let it drip and roll off of me; felt it smoke and steam as it ran across my skin. I turned and danced for the man again. Ran my hands up my body and tangled my fingers in my hair. I ground myself against him and felt him respond through his jeans. It was hard and rough against my naked sex. He gasped and reached for me, but I danced away, laughing. I was Aphrodite. I was a temple whore. I could feel the lust thick and heavy in the air, filling the hallway like incense. Music swirled around me, throbbing with animal rhythm. It came from inside; race-memory etched deep into my cells. Nothing existed but the dance, the swirling movement, the heat that built up inside. I turned back towards my goddess. Meredith. Nothing existed for me at that moment, but her. I stepped towards her, languid and dripping. Dropping to my knees before her. To the floor. Nipples brushing against the rough fibers of the carpet. Spreading myself across the floor for her. Surrender. ============================================================================
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