Current mood:
dirty
(Editor's Note: The following describes a sexual encounter, hence the title. If that makes you uncomfortable, please skip this entry)
Wednesday night I was at work, I had gotten in early and it started off slow and got busier, getting rather steady as the night went on. That was a good thing because I needed the money. There were a few new faces, another good thing. New faces mean our little club is still known and people are finding us. There was a cute couple of guys at the end of the bar, they were fun and I was being flirty with them, it's part of the job as well as easy to do when you're attracted to the people in question. And I was attracted, the one guy, whose name I found out later was Rich, was just my type; shorter, dark hair, money. During the night, things with him were getting more and more intense, he wanted to know when I got off of work, what I was doing after, what's my number. I gave him my number. He was from Delaware and I figured that should I ever get down there, I'd have someone to ring up that could show me the sites (read: nightclubs). I will admit that I was thinking of hooking up with him, he was cute. Things were going well, I met his friend (Alex), we were all talking and I was being the Atlantic City social director, I am famous for that role. Then the text messages started, from Rich, being very nasty/sexy and I have to say I was getting very intrigued. It was also a full moon, an intense one, and I had a few cock…tails in me so, add one cute guy, me and stir, and you have a sexual encounter about to happen. And after a bit, I decided that I might just do it, I have been feeling a bit lonely since things ended so abruptly with Jesse and a little cuddling would be nice. I went over to seal the deal with him and that's when I found out that he and Alex weren't just a couple of friends, they were an actual couple. Okay, I thought, this was going to be a bit awkward, and that's when they asked if I was interested in coming back to their hotel room. Well not one to turn down a bargain, I decided that I'd love to get two for the price of one! Alex was also cute, almost as tall as I am with blonde hair, he reminded me of my friend Ron, a dancer and a bit of a surfer boy. Well, I was now intent on shutting the club, I could think of nothing else. It's a rare treat to star in one's own pornographic fantasy and I was ready for my close up (although thankfully, no cameras were involved).
I shut the club, with them sitting there waiting (the next day, I found out that I totally screwed up the bank). We then left and made our way by taxi to Caesars hotel and casino. Their room was quite nice, it had a Roman motif but without the tacky kitsch. It had beveled mirrors behind the beds with crosshatching that resembled leather and big comfy beds and the requisite flatscreen television and a showerstall that could accommodate three (a fact we…ahem…confirmed).
Now normally (or so I've been told), threesomes are a tricky situation. Usually one of the persons feels left out of the festivities during the…umm…festivities. Not so this time. I must admit that for someone who has admitted many times before to enjoying a very vanilla time in bed, I was quite happy with this banana split I found myself indulging in…so to speak. There's also a problem that I have encountered before. I have been asked to be a "third" before but I usually didn't like one of the other two gentleman and I would tactfully decline. Not so this time! It was an interesting and wholly gratifying experience and I must say that I was very, Very, VERY glad to have had it.
Of course, the housekeeper wasn't so happy when she opened the door on us. There's an anatomy lesson I'm sure she could have done without.
We slept for a bit and then they had to check out of the hotel. They invited me to breakfast with them at the Borgata, evidently Rich is a bit of a gambler and he had some comps (complimentary gratuities that are given to players that spend a certain amount of money) there. We went to the Metropolitan, their little café that's located towards the back of the casino floor. Alex and I both ordered a Rueben and Rich had an omelet and potatoes, he was craving them. We ate and then Rich had to play the comp money they gave him for his birthday (fifty bucks!) and they generously gave me a ride home. We were passing the Westside and Rich remarked, "Oh, I hear you can pick up hot bartenders there!".
Evidently, he's right!
It's Memorial Day weekend! Shoobies are everywhere! Save me!
By the way, thanks to everyone who gave me birthday wishes! You da best!
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