Early to bed?
Posted on 7 September, 2013
As we headed up towards our 8pm dinner reservation in the Venetian, we were joined in the lift by staff from a major computer gaming store, in Vegas for their huge annual convention (which led, at times, to the hotel being overrun by a tsunami of nerds).
One was an especially cute lass. “Are you heading to the bar?” she was asked. “No,” she replied. “I’m really tired: I’m going to bed.”
Really? In the party capital of the world? Excuse me being sceptical – but with whom? Was some furtive rendezvous lined up: her boss, perhaps, who’d expect her showered and stark naked and ready to submit by the time he let himself in with her spare key at 8.30? (He’d passed her a neatly handwritten note during one of the afternoon’s presentations, describing precisely how thoroughly he intended to use her).
… Or a local kinky gentleman she’d arranged to meet after lengthy online chats, over whose knees she’d shortly find herself? (She’d be in school uniform by the time he – ‘her guardian’ – arrived for their disciplinary discussion.)
… Or another cute girl from the convention, also too ‘tired’ to hang out with the others, with whom she’d fallen into increasingly-flirtatious conversation earlier and to and with whom she intended to do the most indecent things?
… Or maybe she was genuinely heading to bed alone. (Vibrator charged, porn on her laptop, orgasms so loud that the neighbour would complain about being disturbed, necessitating a visit from hotel security – and a punishment for her misconduct?)
Sadly, we’ll never know. Sadder still, our dinner was a disappointment. But more of that anon….