I could tell Madison needed a break.  She was practically limp on the couch.  She would have given her pussy to me if I demanded it, but I wanted to recharge a little bit and let her recover.  She was a virgin and the orgasm I gave her was likely the first real one she had ever experienced.  I wanted to take her deeper into the depths of filthy lust when I fucked her.  I wanted her to beg for the destruction I had planned for her innocence.  I let my fingers trace her flesh for a few minutes before standing up and walking to the mini-bar.

“Do you want something to drink?  Another tequila shot, perhaps?”  I chuckled and opened the fridge.

“I could go for a Red Bull, or anything with a little caffeine in it.  I’ve never felt this drained before.”  She sat up and tucked her heels against her thighs so that her ass wasn’t flat against the couch.

“Yeah, there’s a few of those in here.  Want me to mix it with some vodka?”  I started pouring a glass of whiskey for myself.

“I’ve never tried that before.  Is it good?  Tequila definitely isn’t for me.”  She pushed her tongue against her lips and made a gagging sound.

“Yeah, you won’t even taste the vodka.”  I poured Red Bull and vodka into a glass and brought it over to her.

“Oh yeah, this is good.”  She smiled when she sipped it. 

“I’ll turn you into an alcoholic before this weekend is over.”  I chuckled and took a gulp of whiskey from my glass.

“Yeah, don’t joke about that.”  She shook her head back and forth.  “My dad is a disastrous drunk.”

“So was mine.”  I shrugged and lifted my glass in a toast.  “God rest his soul.”

“Mine is the reason I’m here with you right now.  My grandparents left me plenty of money for college and he gambled it all away.”  She sipped her drink again.  “He’s a fucking bastard.”

“Funny.”  I smiled and took another drink.  “Gambling got you here, and you wouldn’t be here if I didn’t put money in a slot machine.”

“I’d be somewhere...”  She leaned forward and put her glass on the coffee table.  “Even if I wasn’t here.”

“You should have seen the guy that bought the girl before you.  He was at least eighty and I saw him clutching a handful of Viagra.”  I tilted my head and shrugged.  “You could have been his date for the weekend.”

“Okay, maybe I did get lucky.”  She shuddered slightly and nodded.

Damn, she’s fucking gorgeous.

I could have stared at her all night if I didn’t have a lot more planned for her sweet, innocent body.  She wasn’t the kind of girl that someone like me got to fuck.  She wasn’t even the type of girl to end up in a bad boy’s bed groaning about her mistakes with a hangover.  If life hadn’t derailed her, she would have ended up marrying someone that wore a suit to work.  It would have been boring, but she would have never known the world had more to offer.  There was a good chance that would still become her fate, but she wouldn’t be able to sleep peacefully after a five minute boring pump and dump, even if she loved the guy.  She was going to find out how it really felt to get fucked.  She was going to know what it was like to be cum-drunk, exhausted, and still craving more.

“Yeah, this drink is dangerous.”  She drained the last sip from her glass and interrupted my thoughts as she spoke.

“I’m sure you’ll experiment with things that give you a much better buzz when you get to college.”  I laughed and lifted my whiskey to my lips.

“I tried marijuana for the first time the other day. Well, I didn’t smoke it.  I just had a cookie.”  She grinned and raised her eyebrows.  “I see why people like it so much.”

“That’s on the lighter side of the kind of buzz I’m talking about.”  My laugh slowed to a chuckle as I realized just how naive and inexperienced she really was.

“I guess you have to start somewhere—gateway drugs and all.”  The grin seemed locked on her face and I could tell that she was definitely feeling the drink.

“Yep, one day you’re trying marijuana for the first time and the next you’re snorting a line of coke off a strippers ass.”  I nodded.  “Been there.”

“You’re joking, right?”  She raised her eyebrows.  “I really can’t tell when you’re kidding and when you’re telling the truth.”

“My brain don’t really have a filter after getting punched in the head so much.”  I tapped the side of my skull.  “If I say it, it’s usually true—that gets me in trouble sometimes.”

“Okay, that I can believe.”  She nodded and and squeezed one eye shut like she was trying to focus.  “So, tell me about this thing you do, or did.  You really fought people for money, like WWE?”

Damn, she might actually be drunk.

“No, none of that fake shit.”  I shook my head back and forth.  “What I did wasn’t exactly legal, but people pay money to watch it.  They like to gamble on the outcome, so it’s a perfect fit for Sin City.  Two guys go into a cage and one walks out.  It’s basically just math with blood.”

“Wait...”  Her eyes opened wide.  “Like, you fought people to the death?”

Oh yeah, she’s drunk.

“No.”  I started laughing.  “We have referees.  If they guy can’t go or he taps out, the match is done.  Most guys that fight in the underground aren’t going to stop unless they have to be carried out of the cage.  That’s what I meant.  I kind of like living—I’m not going to fight someone to the death.”

“You should have told me I could tap out earlier when I was over your knee.”  She wrinkled her nose at me. 

“I didn’t hurt you.”  I shook my head back and forth. “I just gave you something to think about.”

“It did hurt!”  Her face twisted to a pout and she rubbed her ass.  “Still hurts...”

“There’s a difference between discipline and damage.  A good, hard spanking that you probably won’t even feel in the morning is harmless.”  I chuckled and finished the whiskey in my glass.

“Speak for yourself...”  She continued to rub her ass.