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Energy filled his body and lifted him from the grounds with his head held high and chest protruding outwards as both hands swung lightly in the dimmed lighted lower floor of Tao Nightclub in the Venetian Resort, Hotel, and Casino. He was bouncing from one friend to another throwing his arms around their necks and blatantly telling each and everyone one how much he appreciated their friendship and how much it meant to him. A woman passes in tight body glove dress in the shade of burgundy with long black hair and massacre around her eyes walks slowly. He reaches out his hands and grabs a hold of hers as she passes a feet in front of him. The young lady turns around and looks at him in surprise as he pulls her in towards his chest and places his other arm around her neck. Teller was rolling. It was his first in twenty five years.

The trip to Vegas was triggered by Alyssa who being the amazing girlfriend she was, purchased a package to Sin City which included airfare and hotel booking. It was a birthday present to her boy friend Alvin who had just turned 21, the legal age to gamble. Teller was good friends with the couple, so along with him, several of his friends and their friends, a pack of twelve wolves set out to Vegas in the scorching mid-summer of July. The temperature in Vegas was to be over 100 degree Fahrenheit for the entire week there. The group consisted of a mixture of seven blokes and five divas all flying in from New York International Airport by way of Delta Airlines directly into Las Vegas International Airport. The flight was scheduled for five and a half hours. Needless to say, the group had arrived to the airport early on that Tuesday evening after leaving from work and consumed over 40oz of beer and several shots of Grey Goose Vodka prior to boarding Flight 542. It was just the beginning of an outrageously good time.

The party landed in LAS just before noon and took two taxis to Bally’s Hotel and Casino. The two taxis took two different routers, one choosing the quicker route by way of the highway, while the other chose the scenic path by going through Las Vegas Boulevard. Teller was in the one that chose the quick route, although he didn’t mind it one bit because this was his third time in Vegas and he wanted to arrive to the hotel, check-in, get dressed, and start hammering down free drinks at the tables as quickly as possible. It’s the Vegas routine and you should never arrive sober, or so he thought.

Upon arrival, Alyssa, Dan, Luffy, and Yann got into line to check into the rooms. Each was a representative for the room they were checking in as four total rooms were booked for the trip. The other party members stood watching the luggage, some ran around checking out the table games, while others decided to head into the food floor to grab a slice of pizza from Sbarro. Teller had chose to sit beside the luggage draining a bottle of ice-cold water that had cost him four dollars. It was against his way of the Vegas mind-frame, but the blazing heat has taken him over as soon as he stepped outside the airport and into the taxi. He was parched and that water disappeared as quick as his four dollars spent. Nonetheless, it was worth every single penny because when your in Vegas, money should be the least of your concerns. He looked over the the four that were standing in line and saw that they were only half way near the counter. It was a damn long line. The time was already half pass mid-night and they had yet to check into their rooms. He decided to spend some time wandering the halls of Bally’s himself and ended up down at the food court also. When he returned they were near the counter exchanging words with the receptionist. Yann walked over to the standby group and inform them that we just had been upgraded to a suite, thanks to the words from Alyssa. “It’s only for one night though, and then we would have to come back down and check into regular rooms tomorrow. But, if we all tipped her right now, there may be an error in the computer system that will just so happen to keep up in the suites for all four nights at no additional cost,” Yann said with a snicker.
“So your telling me that all four rooms has just been converted into suites?” Teller questioned.
“Yes, but it’s only for the night.”
“Okay, let’s throw her some tip and see what she can do for us.” Teller pulled out a twenty bill from his pocket and handed it to Yann. Alvin, Dan, and Damon also contributed to the tip.
Yann counted the total. “We have eighty five dollars here.”
“That’s right. Slipped that to her and see what she can do for us.”
Yann ran back up to the counter and handed the cash over to Dan whom after completing the check-in process, he slipped it to her and said, “Thanks.” Then we all made our way into the large suites on the higgest tower of Bally’s. The four room were spread out across three floors, 71, 72, and 73. Two rooms were on 71 and 72, while the two other suites sat on the highest floor, which was 73. Upon walking into the room, Teller and Dan took a silence as their eyes gave at the enormous space that were before them. Directly to their right was a large bar area and straight ahead were two living room spaces with three large patterned couches and a glass table that rest near the far right of the room. To the left was a bathroom. “Holy shit,” Dan said. “This suite is fucking sick. It’s the biggest room I’ve ever been in.” He ran on forward and was surprised that after passing the second living space area was a door that led into the master bedroom, which was the same size as both living rooms combined. Teller walked slowly checking out his surroundings and feeling the furniture, slightly smiling at how fortunate they were to get the suites at such a low price. He walked on and followed Dan into the next room. Inside was a king size bed layered upon layered of white sheets and large white pillows. There was a large jacuzzi that could fit at least four people sitting above a raised marble platform. Behind the jacuzzi was a standing shower and a his and hers counter tops with personal urinals. It was a splendid room fit for kings. The best part of it all, the party had four of these suites. Let that sink in for a minute. Four. Of these beautiful suites all close to each other. That’s one hell of a massive after party that could be thrown. The wheels are set in motion and debauchery is ready to ensue.

Teller was rolling, his head was spinning, his self-confidence has shot to the sky, and his ego has but disappeared. There were no fear in his eyes, just hunger and lust, like that of a cavemen that knew what exactly he wanted and was ready to taketh as he sees fit. He released the grip of his right hands from her and moved it towards her waist, where he firmly gripped it. In that moment, a shock sprang up her spines and her eyes widen as the lion tames its prey. There was this moment where her sullen eyes sparkle into the depths of his endless dark eyes. No words were spoken. She couldn’t recall how long she was in that state until he leaned in close to her ears and uttered, “I want you.” She snapped back and pushed him away, a natural reaction she has built up as a defensive towards aggressive men who has hit on her throughout the years. It was an instinctive reaction, no matter how much she wanted him. She wasn’t going to be taken so easily, she thought to herself. He’s going to have to work a lot harder if he wants to …continue story