What happens in Vegas... (1611 hits)
Category: RomanceRating: 0.98 on 44 reviews (Rate this item) (V)
Submitted by Ashlee (View user info) at 2004-12-17 01:50:05 EST
It's hot when the girl leaves the hotel, but then, it's always hot in the desert. It was hot when she got there, too, despite the unexpected rainstorm. She pauses at the door, brushes a few stray strands of hair out of her face. She smiles at the warmth on her skin, and steps onto the sidewalk, not knowing where she's going. Her hips sway gently as she walks, the short black skirt drawing a glance from more than a few of the men she passes. She doesn't notice.
She's stopped now, trying to decide whether to stop for lunch or continue her wandering. Hearing a honk, she looks over to see two young men in an old yellow convertible waving at her. She smiles and half-waves back, a little confused. She's always been a bit naïve. The light turns green, and the car pulls away. With a small sigh, she walks into the casino and heads to the café.
After her meal, she's seated on a bench outside. A group of loud guys stands nearby, and one of them approaches her. Always polite, she talks to him for a few minutes. He and his friends are from California, and they're having a party tonight. He scrawls his cell phone number on a scrap piece of paper and offers it to her. She tucks it into her handbag, says she'll think about it.
She's back at her own hotel now. It's near six, and she sits at a table near the pool, relaxing with a daiquiri, toying with the paper she'd been given, thinking. Her thoughts turn to her life; she's been sheltered. But now she's free, on her own in Vegas. She's been a bit adventurous so far, visiting a few of the clubs Sin City has to offer, and she's been having fun. A party at Caesar's Palace doesn't seem like too crazy an idea. She dialed the number. The group had a 9 o'clock reservation at 808, she's welcome to meet them there.
After dinner, the group moves up to the Roman Tower, to the suite occupied by one member of the group. The party is a little on the wild side, but she's having a good time. Perched on a chaise, drink in hand, she's talking with one of the guys, the one who's staying in this room. She doesn't notice his friend behind her, never sees him casually drop the pill into her martini.
She nurses the beverage awhile longer, still chatting. Whether it's the effects of the alcohol, divine intervention, or just her general clumsiness is not to be known, but her grip betrays her and the half-empty glass falls to the floor, spilling its contents onto the carpet. She's embarrassed, apologizes. She rushes to clean up the mess, but the hand on her wrist stops her, the man it belongs to assures it's all right, tells her not to worry about it. He gets up, and seconds later returns with a hand towel and cleans up the spill. He offers her another drink, but she refuses, knowing that her senses are already impaired.
Now the drug is taking effect, but she doesn't know that, how could she know? Still convinced that she's had just a little too much to drink, she excuses herself, stumbles into the bathroom. She fans herself, she feels dizzy. She backs up against the wall, sinks to the floor.
Nobody notices him slip into the bathroom after her. Nobody hears the lock click, nobody sees the bathroom light dim. Not even the girl; she's unconscious.
Her eyes flutter open, and she knows she's in water. She's nude, and she's not alone. She feels him behind her, feels his hands on her breasts. She's fighting a raging headache, trying to make her eyes focus, but her mind is still in the grasp of a combination of alcohol and GHB. The intoxicated haze causes her to slip in and out of consciousness. She wants to fight, to run, but her body won't obey her. She feels herself being pulled from the water, knows a towel is being wrapped around her naked, dripping body. She struggles slightly as she's half-carried through the door and laid on the bed, but it's futile. He's much stronger than she is at full alertness, right now, she's no match for him.
The party is long over, the room empty and dark. He left the stereo on, still blaring loudly. For a moment she entertains the hope that someone will complain, that hotel security will come up and interrupt him, stop him. It doesn't happen.
She closes her eyes tightly as he moves his head between her legs. Briefly she feels his fingers spread her, his tongue flick against her clitoris. Against her will, her body reacts. She's wet now, and he moves his body on top of her. He enters her, with surprising tenderness, but that turns into a rough, desperate thrusting. He's hurting her, but she cannot resist him, can't even cry out. She allows herself to succumb once again to the drug, embracing the numb insentience that is her only escape.
When she wakes up, he's next to her, sleeping soundly. Her head is still pounding, and she's still a little disoriented, but she remembers. She quietly climbs out of the bed, goes in search of her clothes, which she finds still in the bathroom. Her handbag is on a chair in the hotel room. After dressing, she goes to it, picks it up. Sinking down into the chair, her vision blurred by tears, she thinks of what her father told her before he drove her to the airport.
"I put a gun in your suitcase."
"You what? Why?"
"That city is a dangerous place. I don't want you going there alone, but you won't listen to me, so I have to know you're going to be protected."
"They'll never let me on the plane with a gun."
"It's in the bag you're checking. It's fine. Just keep it with you when you get there. You know how to use it."
She did. Her father, a police detective, had taught her how to use a gun when she turned thirteen. He took her hunting often, but she was also trained to use a handgun. Until today, she had never imagined using it outside the shooting range.
Now, she unzips her purse, wraps her hand around the weapon. The metal feels cold against her skin, in some strange way giving her the courage to stand up, to move to the bed. The music still blares, but instead of irritating her aching head, it, too, seems to encourage her. She pulls the blanket from his sleeping body. The son of a bitch is still wearing the condom. That's all she needs She feels herself pull back the hammer, feels her fingers tighten around the trigger. She squeezed, and it's over.
Only now does she collapse. She falls to the ground, tears pouring down her face. The music, once serving to strengthen her resolve, now only irritates her already throbbing headache. Her body shakes.
Then, just as swiftly, she recovers herself. She stands, picks up her things. After splashing a welcome rush of cold water onto her face, she exits his hotel room, finds herself on the street hailing a taxi.
Back in her own room, she hastily packs her belongings. It's 7 a.m. now, and her flight home leaves in an hour. She worries that she'll be caught, that when she arrives back in Tampa she'll find police waiting to arrest her. Then, remembering that nobody at the party, save for the dead man, knew even her first name, she relaxes. There must've been fifty people at that party, most of the women blonde like her, so the hotel security cameras aren't anything to worry about, and the chances that they could trace the bullet back to her gun are slim at best. Everything is going to be fine.
She calls the bell desk, and minutes later someone is there to take her bags down to her waiting taxi. In the car on the way to the airport, they pass a billboard and she smiles.
"Vegas. What happens here, stays here."
User Reviews
Submitted by HadToBeDone (user info) at 2005-06-18 03:47:25 EDT (#)
Ranking: 2
Vegas. Stairwells. Guns.
You're a dirty little cockwhore, aren't you?
Submitted by maiorano84 (user info) at 2004-12-22 00:51:31 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Fuckin' date rapists.... they're the pussies of all the rapists.
Submitted by Pearnbran (user info) at 2004-12-20 23:28:53 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Thats hot!
Submitted by Caulaincourt (user info) at 2004-12-20 22:55:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by switters (user info) at 2004-12-20 22:31:36 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Truly, truly amazing post. You have amazing skill with the pen....
Submitted by Socialist_Joe (user info) at 2004-12-20 22:27:50 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
stupid words.
Submitted by Brianthetruthspeaker (user info) at 2004-12-20 22:15:04 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Ash are you doing any better?
I hope you have a Merry Christmass
Good story by the way.
Submitted by Sachi (user info) at 2004-12-20 21:32:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
You should write for a profession!
Fiction like this is very popular in Osaka.
And many writers make good money.
Ashlee
We say choberi gu:= "extremely good."
you kick ass
Submitted by DCWoody (user info) at 2004-12-20 20:13:51 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
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Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2004-12-20 01:13:54 (#)
Ranking: 0
Yeah but it only works if you can actually get us off.
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"So... is she coming on to him like the blazes...or is she insulting his sexual prowess."
Put this here so you'd read it.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2004-12-18 16:28:08 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
http://www.ubersite.com/m/54626
Submitted by houseman (user info) at 2004-12-18 15:29:05 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
pretty good
Submitted by The_Great_Tom (user info) at 2004-12-18 15:03:10 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
No Comment
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2004-12-17 15:08:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
For making copies of her pantieless ass on the company Xerox machines.
Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2004-12-17 15:08:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I told my boss to take his attitude and shove it up his midget ass.
The prhrases "half-wit" and "mouth breather" may also have come into play... The whole situation is kind of fuzzy. Either way, I don't work there anymore.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2004-12-17 15:05:27 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
How do you quit/get fired?
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2004-12-17 15:04:40 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Goddammit.
Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2004-12-17 15:02:06 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I don't have a digital camera anymore. And I quit/got fired from my job at Glamour Shots, so no more free pictures.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2004-12-17 14:59:59 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Any plans for an updated camwhore?
Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2004-12-17 14:51:32 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Hello, Tim.
Submitted by Shlongy (user info) at 2004-12-17 14:36:24 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
This wasn't too bad...maybe you've taken my advice and are staying away from the Ho Hos.
Submitted by rad1101 (user info) at 2004-12-17 14:34:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Only thing she needs to do when she gets back home is buy a new barrel from the manufacturer, and throw the old one in the frickin ocean.
Submitted by Dead_0hi0_Sky (user info) at 2004-12-17 14:31:11 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
so, what you're tying to say is, she drugged/raped/killed this poor guy?
what a bitch.
Submitted by MyNameIsTim (user info) at 2004-12-17 14:27:21 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
hi
Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2004-12-17 14:22:15 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Of course, I was using larger text because I'm half blind... heh.
Submitted by QueenAshlee (user info) at 2004-12-17 14:19:52 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Oh they will, firefly, they will.
Adam, I ended it the way I did partly becaue the story was already pushing four pages, and I know how Uber hates long stories.
Submitted by firefly (user info) at 2004-12-17 13:42:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
They should eat cheesecake in the sequel.
Submitted by munkeypants (user info) at 2004-12-17 10:13:38 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
I liked it.
Okay. Now I am scared to go to Vegas with you crazy uber people.
Submitted by Adamdidit2u (user info) at 2004-12-17 10:05:03 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
Started out good, then I guess you ran out of time and wrapped it up too quick. Then ending sucked.
Que lastima
Submitted by creep_firebombing (user info) at 2004-12-17 09:43:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by congo (user info) at 2004-12-17 09:19:48 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
A casino??
In VEGAS?
Yeah, right.
Submitted by knucklesnelson (user info) at 2004-12-17 08:24:00 EST (#)
Ranking: -1
No Comment
Submitted by zakalwe (user info) at 2004-12-17 07:40:18 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
Didn't move me.
Submitted by hairycoo (user info) at 2004-12-17 07:21:32 EST (#)
Ranking: -2
piece of shit
Submitted by Stin (user info) at 2004-12-17 07:04:30 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by apollo88 (user info) at 2004-12-17 04:04:41 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
No Comment
Submitted by DJMattB241 (user info) at 2004-12-17 02:28:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by mystiamoon (user info) at 2004-12-17 02:26:57 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
No Comment
Submitted by darko (user info) at 2004-12-17 02:16:33 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
well done.
Submitted by Impassive-Digressive (user info) at 2004-12-17 02:14:56 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
Submitted by polyamorousaj (user info) at 2004-12-17 02:07:45 (#)
Ranking: 2
Impassive, are you an Aussie?
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Yep
Submitted by TimeCop (user info) at 2004-12-17 02:12:37 EST (#)
Ranking: 1
It was a good read.
Would maybe have chosen shooting his dick off. But then he probly ID the woman.
Submitted by shitfuck (user info) at 2004-12-17 02:09:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
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Submitted by Death_Metal_Dude (user info) at 2004-12-17 00:00:59 (#)
Ranking: 2
Did you bang her?
Submitted by polyamorousaj (user info) at 2004-12-17 02:07:45 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Impassive, are you an Aussie?
Submitted by polyamorousaj (user info) at 2004-12-17 02:06:47 EST (#)
Ranking: 2
Pretty good.
I still say castration would've been better.
Submitted by Impassive-Digressive (user info) at 2004-12-17 02:02:23 EST (#)
Ranking: 0
I quite liked how this was written, but the content didn't really move me much. Perhaps I am desensitized to all the rape/death/violence/tragedy going on, or it's just the fact that it's Friday afternoon and I am ready to dive into alcoholic oblivion.
Worth reading though, any way you look at it.