A Love Story in Sin City

I was in love with this town. This town affectionately called Sin City. Perhaps you’ve heard of it. I fell for it as an adult ironically. The first time I went, I was about eight or nine. There’s really nothing to do until you’re of age. This story is a tale of coincidence, luck, and sin.

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I went to Vegas almost every single year. I was looking forward to this one especially. I had plans to go a strip show. Until in the casino on my first day, I saw someone who I never thought I’d see there:

“Chad?”

“Becky?” I tilted my head. “Oh my God. It is.”

Remember “The Sweetheart” from one of my prior… escapades? Her name is Becky. Becky was there with three other girls when she found me. After high school, Becky went to college with me for a short time. She was one of those sorority girls. I had a thing for them back then. She looked good. She looked really good. Becky ran up to me and hugged me.

“Well, damn. Good to see you too, sweetheart,” I said, smiling.

“What are you here in Vegas for, Chad?”

“Well, vacation. You know. I got a show to see some titties. Might gamble, you know. It’s chill at this time. This place is like my second city,” I said.

“This is my last night. You just arriving?”

“Yeah,” I said.

“We’re coming with you! I want to see some too!”

I shook my head smiling, thinking:

“This chick is still an enigma…”

“What the hell. I could use a date.”

I walked with Becky to her friends accompanying her on her trip. I was naturally shy, plus I was the only testosterone in this situation. This could go well.

“Chad, this is Katie,” Becky said.

“Nice to meet you.”

“Likewise.”

Katie was a slim woman with budded breasts. She was fairly attractive in the face.

“This is Jenna.”

We shook hands cordially. Jenna was slightly more buxom. All three were wearing dresses. Only with Jenna’s dress, her cleavage was shown more, drawing my eyes to her breasts.

“And this is Abby.”

Abby had a bubbly demeanor to her with a great smile and athletic figure.

“Nice to meet you, Chad.”

“You too.”

“How do you know Becky?” She said.

My mind hearkened back to our times in high school, and our “experiences” together. I looked at her.

“Oh, um…” Becky interrupted me.

“Old friend from back in the day,” she said.

“Yeah.”

“Where you taking us for breakfast, Chad?” She said.

I rolled my eyes.

“Oh, hell. You know that shit is expensive here, right? And I know you drink,” I said.

They all nodded.

“Damn. Oh, I forgot to ask this: how do you know Becky?” I said, tilting my head.

“Oh, college. Same sorority,” Abby said.

“Ooh. I did have a thing for sorority chicks. Becky and myself went to college together. I didn’t see you.” I said with an almost deviant smile.

They giggled. I thought: Did I just walk into a harem setting?

As we were walking to the restaurant that I hand-picked, I said to Becky:

“Hey, so, how’s everything with you? Didn’t get to ask.”

“Good. Good. Just working my ass off.”

Becky was a teacher, teaching small children in our hometown.

“Likewise, I’m getting ready to write this story of mine. I got to admit, you as a teacher is a good look,” I said. She smiled.

“You’re not putting in when I sucked that big fat cock of yours, are you?” She said softly. She bit her lip automatically.

“Yeah, why?”

“Larry found out.”

Larry was her boyfriend. He also went to school with us. Larry was currently stationed in the military on the East Coast. Larry was somewhat nerdy, lanky, awkward, like me back then. Larry now, has a decent body. However, his slender build stayed with him.

“How the hell did he find out? That was years ago!” I said.

“Hey, you coming?” Jenna called back to us.

“That’s kind of why I’m here, really…” She said.

Later, after we ate our breakfast…

“I got to ask. I know you can’t talk about sorority stuff with outsiders, but is it really like the movies? Like ‘Scream 2’ without the killer? Or ‘American Pie’? I considered pledging but…