Monica’s Birthday

I want to start out by saying that ALL of my stories are written for my best friend Monica. They all were specifically written for her and I’m now sharing them as she believes they’re worthy of being posted.

It’s mid-October of senior year, with the smell of fall break in the air; time for several friends and me to head cross country for the week. We decided we wanted to go somewhere memorable and have an unforgettable experience. There had been a long debate over where we should go, but the final decision had become Las Vegas. None of us had been, so it was a perfect place to go. I was in charge of making reservations and since money wasn’t the limit, we went all out.

It’s 8am October 15th and we’re at the airport waiting for our plane to board. Anxiety and excitement filled the air amongst us, even though I’m not a morning person; I was still really excited about this vacation. This is my first vacation without my parents and I’m ready to raise hell. Ok, so I’m not going to raise hell, I’ve never really been that kind of person, but I fully intend on having some fun. After a short wait, our plane begins boarding. We fall in line and take our seats as we prepare for the 6 hour flight. Luckily they are showing a movie, so we just make ourselves comfortable, at least as comfortable as you can possibly be on an airplane.

After 6 hours our plane finally lands. We exit the plane and quickly head to baggage claim, gather our things and get a cab. Emotions arise and we’re ready to get our things to the room and check out the city. I give the driver the resort’s address and off we go. I hadn’t told my friends where we had reservations or what kind of room we had. It was all a surprise. The driver stops in front of the Bellagio. All our eyes widen in amazement as we see the massive water fountain perform a water show in front of the resort, but quickly remembering we were being charged every second for being in the cab. We got our things, paid the driver and just soaked up the surroundings.

I left my friends out front and told them I would go check us in. I head through the front entrance and over to the desk. We had already split the costs of everything, but the lady asked for a credit card to keep on file. I handed her my card and then she gave me some papers to sign. Within a few minutes I had our room keys and I went back outside to my friends. While I was inside I had seen a map of the resort and knew where we had to go.

I met my friends, hand each of them a key and head towards the room. They quickly followed behind me, but stop dead in their tracks when we get to the room. I was turning the key to our 3 bedroom villa. I had seen pictures and knew what the room was to have, but I was so excited to see it in person. We get inside and it was indescribably beautiful. Quickly we split up 2 to a room, and Taylor decided she’d room with me. Taylor and I got the master bedroom with the master bath. The master bath had a Jacuzzi in it which was one of my favorite features. We set our luggage in the room and took off to explore the rest of our villa. Outside, we had a garden, private pool and Jacuzzi all to ourselves.

Taylor and I took off before everyone else was ready, we figured we could pair off in 2’s and do our own thing tonight since we would be here for a week. Tonight we decided to go sightseeing and just see everything the city had to offer. Along the way, we spotted many hot people and said the same thing that everyone else says, “whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” We stopped at a side shop and purchased a door sign that said if the room was occupied for the night or if it was ok for the other to enter. We had a mutual agreement that if someone brought someone back to the room, that the other would take the couch for the night.

Night after night, they flew by so quickly. It was like the week had turned into a blur and it was already Friday. It was our last night in Vegas and I wasn’t going to waste the opportunity to have fun for one last night before reality set back in. The group of us decided we would dress up and go down to The Bank, one of the Bellagio’s premier night clubs. But first, we have to dig through our clothes and find something hot to wear.

I start rummaging through my clothes and find my strapless emerald bustier that zips up the front, a matching thong, a black short sleeve shrug top and a short black skirt . I set each of these on the bed and head off to the bathroom to fix my hair. Taylor digs through her things and get some clothes ready. I’ve never been a big make-up person and need help applying it, so I get Taylor to help put on some mascara and eye shadow on. While she works on herself in the bathroom, I get myself dressed up in the outfit I had picked out.

Taylor walks out of the bathroom and says, “Holy shit Tiffany!” She had never seen me with make-up on before, let alone all dressed up to go to a party. I’m looking in a mirror, giggling to myself about her reaction. I look myself up and down in the mirror, all 5’7”. I cup my 36B breasts and admire how they look in the tight fitting top, all pushed up and showing themselves off to the world. Then spin around and look at my bubbly butt pushing against the short skirt, just barely concealing it; giving my ass a light spank before turning back around. I giggle again as I turn back around to check my hair and make-up. My blonde hair is slightly wavy and has plenty of bounce tonight. I begin to apply some lip gloss and realize how much my blue/green eyes are brought out by the emerald bustier. Once I have finished applying, I turn towards Taylor and as soon as everyone is ready, we head out.

By the time we get to The Bank, the night club is already in full swing. There were people socializing, dancing, getting drinks, and at one VIP booth, someone was celebrating a birthday. The girls and I grabbed a booth, ordered a round of shots, left our things and took off for the dance floor. We were all dancing together, as guys were cutting through and trying to dance with us. Through all the dancing, I couldn’t help but over hear the loud sounds coming from the VIP booth that was having a birthday party. It was hard to pick out which was having the birthday because everyone at the table all seemed to be having a good time.

After a few minutes, the group of females all stood up and headed out towards the dance floor. One of these females in particular caught my eye. She was about 5’1”, with medium length blonde hair that was half up half down, with curls in the back and bangs draping to one side of her forehead. She was wearing this black bustier that pushed her breasts up, just as mine had. She was wearing a black blouse over her bustier that was open in the back and a pink mini skirt. As she turned around, I immediately noticed that her ample ass was trying it’s best to find its way out from under her skirt. Somehow, it managed to stay hidden, but you could tell from the way her ass pushed out against the skirt that it was nice and round.