Money is Power (conclusion)

My cock had softened quickly, and I felt it ooze out of Mindy’s back door. Tiffany got down, so Mindy could get up. I was expecting tears, as that had become the norm, but her eyes were dry. She looked haggard and frazzled, like she been in a fight. Her hair was wet, and tangled. She got up and came to me.

“Are you alright?” I asked tenderly, as I embraced her in a tight hug and kissed her gently on the lips.

“My ass hurts. You’re gonna have to register that thing as a deadly weapon” she replied as she grabbed my cock and smiled.


Mindy was going to be fine. I had been worried about her. Mindy is here with me, as my sex slave. Yes, I know that kind of thing only happens with people you don’t know or on television. But, when you are suddenly given close to 2 million dollars, strange things happen. Mindy needs $30,000. We made a deal. A weekend in Vegas, where the word “No” is not in her vocabulary, and she gets the money.

Mindy stole the money from her church building fund. The books are being audited tomorrow, and Mindy will be found out. The worst of it is she got access to the money through her live in boyfriend/fiancé, John. John is a born-again Christian, and the church treasurer. Mindy is a self described, 37 year old-church-going-soccer-mom. She has two kids, and a body that stops traffic. She has also had terrible luck with guys, being twice divorced. She is convinced that if she blows it with John, true love is lost forever.

Mindy started out with a very reluctant attitude towards this. Understandable, but she has gradually come around to actually enjoying herself. I was concerned because the way she talked it sounded like guilt over enjoying it, was going to eat her up and ruin her life. I wasn’t comfortable with that. I’m not a monster after all.

My goal was to enjoy her body in as many ways as I could think of. I had done a pretty good job of it. But now, after our ménage a trios with Tiffany, we are done. Well, that is not quite true. She still owes me 24 hrs of slave duty back home. It’s 1 PM on Sunday, a full 7 hours before the plane leaves, Mindy has fulfilled her obligation to me and there will be no more sex. As soon as I start to think more about that a little more, I’m going to be depressed. That’s the Reader’s Digest version, so here we are.

I released Mindy from our hug, and turned to Tiffany.

“You were fucking awesome.” I said as I gave her a hug and a kiss.

“You know, I had a great time” she replied like she meant it.

Who knows, maybe she did. I could tell this girl had a head on her shoulders, so I am sure she knew how to drum up repeat business.

“Can I offer you a shower?” I asked Tiffany.

“Oh, you’re such a sweetheart” she said appreciatively “But, I need to get going. Besides, I have a feeling you two want some alone time.” Tiffany answered

What the hell did she mean by that? I wondered. She found her dress pulled it on, checked her hair in the mirror, and was in my arms for a good-bye hug.

“Look me up, if you’re ever in town again.” She said as she walked out my door.

“I liked her.” Said Mindy

“I could tell by all the screaming, you did” I said with a wry smile

“Shut up!” she said with combination of annoyance and mirth.

“Are you OK?”

“This is all so much, so fast. I’ve never lacked for guys who wanted to have sex with me..” she started, and then glared at me when I gave her the “Duh” face.

“But, some bad anal sex and giving a quick blow job is as erotic as I’ve ever gotten. But, this weekend…..It’s been so much. I’m not sure how I feel. I’m almost numb.”

“Yeah. But, now it’s over. You’re a free woman.” I said with genuine sadness in my voice.

“It is. And I promised myself when this was over, and I had the money, I would call you every name in the book. I would spit in your face and maybe kick you in the nuts.” She said with a bit of fire, and then continued.

“But now, I don’t know. I know I don’t hate you. I’ve had the best sex of my life and I’ve learned a few things about myself.”

“Like you enjoy having your pussy eaten by another woman?” I asked baiting her. I was expecting attitude out of her, but she didn’t even raise her voice.

“Yeah. Maybe. I definitely liked what Tiffany did down there, but I don’t know about it being because she was a woman. It didn’t gross me out, like I thought it would.”

“You know, you’re no fun. I’m trying to bust your balls and you’re getting all analytical on me. That’s my job.” I said. Mindy was silent. Thinking.

“Now what?” I asked “We have five hours until we should be at the airport. Any thing special you would like to do?”

Mindy got a mischievous grin. If that grin had been on my face, we would be having sex in the immediate future. But, I didn’t think that was what she was up to.

“I never got to show you my bikini” she offered “Let’s go to the pool!”

I was game. In addition to Mindy, I imagined the pool would be filled with nubile young ladies, wearing almost nothing.

“Shower, first?” I suggested.

“Good idea. I’ll go first.” She said, and then saw my dejected look.

“Now, Now. A deal is a deal, right? We’re all done.”

“Yes, dear” I said sourly

Mindy got her suit out of her bag and headed off to wash our love making off her body. She was done in 15 minutes. I had changed into my trunks and was waiting for her when she opened the door.

Mindy had a wrap around her waist, concealing her butt and one hip. The other hip appeared to be bare, suggesting the lower half of her swim suit was of dubious size. Her top lent support to that theory, as it’s maker had not been hampered with the task of support. He had barely been constrained by the task to conceal.

Mindy’s nipples, and almost nothing else, were covered by two strips of cloth that started out narrow, at the top of her round, full, breasts. Those strips widened just enough to cover the areola, as they bisected either boob, and then retreated back to thin strips. Those became a string that looped around her neck. There was another that encircled her below her bust line, to hold the bottom of the strips. I had heard of the micro bikini, but I had never met anyone brave enough to wear one. Mindy’s chronically erect nipples only added to the sensuality of the garment.

“There is no way that is your daughter’s and there is no way you bought that for yourself!” I exclaimed in disbelief.

Mindy smiled confidently and spun around for me to see the back. Her wrap effectively hid her heart-shaped and bubble like ass, greatly disappointing both me, and Bruno, who had awaken to take a look for himself. She was barefoot, but her tan legs still looked great; the occasional definition of her calves and thighs making itself known as she moved.

“John bought it for me as a joke. He bet me a $100 I wouldn’t ever wear it.” She said, as I wondered where her blush was.

“Well, gimme your phone and we’ll send him a picture! What does the bottom look like?”

“Nah. That would be cruel to show you.” Mindy said as she picked up a towel.

“Coming?” she asked, starting towards the door,

Coming, I thought. I wish I was cuming. Jeeze, how am I going to go back to normal now?

I sighed and followed her out the door. We walked down the hall, called the elevator, and I attempted to squeeze Mindy’s ass, as I’d done so many time before. She swatted my hand away playfully and said.

“Ah! Ah! Ah! You can look, but you can’t touch.” She had the most self satisfied look I had ever seen.

We made the trek to the pool area and found it almost overwhelming. The Bellagio has five pools, and acres of room. I saw that they had cabanas, and I was looking around to figure out how to snag one, when I spotted Brian.

“Brian!” I yelled.

Brian was in work clothes and came right over.

“Do not tell me you are working over here, too” I said, offering my hand

“No sir, making a delivery from the restaurant. Service is our middle name.” Brian almost sang.

“Tiffany just left and she was everything you said she’d be” I said as I reached for my money clip.

“Here’s a little something in appreciation.” I said handing him a $100.

“Sir, you have been very generous already” Brian said, but he took the bill.

“Perhaps you could steer us towards the person who can get us in one of these cabanas” I suggested.

“They are reserved 24 hrs in advance, sir” said Brian disappointed. “But, I can certainly check to see if maybe something is available.”

With that he disappeared. I scanned the water looking at all of the other bikinis around. It was a hot day, and there was plenty of bare skin to behold. Mindy noticed and asked

“See anything you like?” with a hint of sarcasm.

“I see lots that I like. But, what I want to see is what’s under that wrap.” I said motioning to her lower half. She just smiled knowingly and a took a step back out of my potential reach.

A man walked up to us and offered his hand.

“My name is Carl, sir. Brian tells me you would like a cabana?”

I took his hand, noticed the grip was a tad sweaty and limp, but answered in the affirmative.

“This way, sir. I have one available”

Carl got us all set up, I tipped him well, as I imagine Brian had spread the word and Mindy and I got settled in.

“This is nice!” Mindy said as she admired the amenities.

There were four loungers immediately outside, to lie in and soak up the sun. Immediately behind them was the cabana itself. Inside that was a table and chairs. On the table rested a nice plate of fresh fruit. Behind that was a small kitchen area, with sink, a stocked refrigerator, and an ice bucket. Above the kitchen was a flat screen TV. Finally to the right of the kitchen was a small, enclosed changing area.

“I would have been OK, just lounging by the pool.” She said with a touch of awe in her voice.

“A woman like you should have a place to retreat to. A place to avoid the crowds and enjoy a respite from the rat race. A place where everyone can see how special you are.” I said.

I did want to treat her special. I’ve always treated my ladies well, as far back as high school. But, that statement was a bit over the top. What the hell has gotten in to me this weekend? Money might not buy happiness, but it appears to ooze confidence. The I noticed Mindy was dabbing at her eyes.

“Are you crying, again?!” I asked in shock “What did I say?”

I of course thought I had insulted her somehow. Women.

“That’s the most originally nice thing anyone has ever said to me.” she said

“Uh, Thanks. What does “originally nice” mean?” I asked.

“I’ve gotten compliments on my looks most of my life. Guys are always telling me how pretty I am. I even get a few compliments on how smart I am. But it’s hard to take those seriously, as the guys always seems to be talking to my boobs”

“They are noteworthy” I interrupted and leered at her.

Mindy giggled “That’s what I mean. No one has ever said my boobs were ‘noteworthy’ before.”

And then turning more serious

“And no one, other than John and now you, has ever tried to show me that they thought I was special.”

“In their defense, I do have a little cash at my disposal. It’s not like I’m straining here.”

“But, that’s just it. You’ve already had your way with me. And in everyway I can think of, yet you’re treating me like you haven’t got to first base. That is just so sweet.”

“Maybe I just want to see what’s under that wrap.” I said as I ogled her body.

“I told you. It would be too cruel to show you. You would be over come with lust, and then you would walk funny the rest of the day.” Mindy said impishly.

I sighed

“But, you can rub lotion on my back.” Mindy offered.

“And your front!” I said with a flash of hope, that I knew would be dashed.

“I can handle the front…..and my legs”

Dejected I took the bottle and warmed the lotion with my hand, as she got into a lounger face down. Mindy’s wrap effectively hid her lovely ass, but it could not hide the flare of her hips, her narrow waist, or her gorgeous toned legs. Damn. I was hard again, and this time I would have to take a cold shower.

I got even more aroused as I leaned in and began to rub the lotion into her shoulders and upper back. I enjoyed the feel of her soft skin, and firm muscles. Her bikini top hid nothing on her back, and her wrap enhanced her sensual appeal as much as it hid her shapely bottom. Then the coconut smell of her sun-tan lotion hit me. You memory has a strong recall for smells. Memories of many barely clad women and my lust for them was stirred up by that scent. I was so hard, I was aching.

“Ohhhhh. That feels good.” she purred.

That helped. I thought sarcastically.

I spent much more time on her back than I needed, but Mindy did not chase me away. She did stop me as my hands wandered to the fabric of her wrap. By this time my cock was trying to punch a hole in my shorts so he could rip Mindy’s tiny clothing off.

When I finished with her back, Mindy took over and began her front. She almost seemed to be putting on a show. Because of the size of her top, she had to hold her breast still with one hand, and then slowly rub the lotion on. First one breast, and then the other. She was extra through, rubbing both sides, the top, and even underneath. I watched as each nipple hardened under the nothing covering them. It was frustrating to watch, and impossible to turn away.

She paused a few times, pointed her chest at me to ask if she had missed any spots. Fuck. I actually caught myself with my mouth open, as I stared. When I looked around to see if anyone had seen me, I wasn’t surprised to see that any eyes directed this way were on Mindy.

Mindy and I bounced from lounger to cabana, for the next hour or so. The pool didn’t seem necessary. It had been a long winter in Colorado, and enjoying the 80 degrees of Las Vegas, was more soothing than the water. My hard on had retreated to stand by mode. But I could not take my eyes off of her. She was so sexy in that barely there top. Each time she would roll over, it was like seeing her for the first time. And each time my hormones responded. I could have sworn she was doing it on purpose. Torturing me, probably to get even for what I had put her through. Finally she spoke.

“Do you want to do my legs?” she asked lazily, holding up the lotion. “I think they could use more sunscreen.

Hell, yes I wanted to do her legs. Then I wanted to do the rest of her.

“But, no higher than the tops of my thighs” she warned.

Fuck I thought “But, I had made my bed and I would honor my promise.

Her calves were firm and well muscled. Mindy’s skin was soft and smooth. Even just the feel of this part of her body was getting my back to granite status. I finished, and put the lotion down.

“Good?” I asked

“Perfect. Are you ready to go back to the room?” she asked like she was bored “We’ve lost the sun.”

It had gone behind the clouds, but it had been doing that all afternoon.

“Whatever.” I said, wondering why I just rubbed in more lotion “I suppose I can get on-line and check e-mail”

She got up, grabbed her things, and walked past me. Then she abruptly stopped, reached back and cupped my groin.