A desk with a view
Posted on 1 September, 2013
Whilst Emma Jane was bent over the desk in our Vegas hotel room for the six of the best I described in my previous post, we happened to notice that she had a clear view of the Venetian – to which we were about to head for a night’s treat, having secured an amazing deal online.
Vegas being a betting city, a small gamble seemed in order. And so it was decreed that, if EJ could see the first hotel from our new room across in the Venetian, the six strokes she was about to receive would have to be re-administered.
I confess that when we checked in at the new place a little while later, I was entirely in vanilla mode. And so I was entirely oblivious when EJ flirted with the guy on the counter and said how lovely it would be if he could give us a room with a view of the strip. He did. One that duly faced in the opposite direction. And so she duly won the bet. Damn!!!
(All was not entirely lot, mind: the hotel bedroom contained a rather lovely chaise longue, perfect for a girl to bend over for a strapping… after all, it would have been a shame to have wasted the opportunity to play in such grand, memorable surroundings!)