“T hat show was amazing last night. I can’t believe we got to see Elvis.” I sat up in bed and rubbed my eyes.

“Fake Elvis, but he was definitely good. You’re going to see Celine with me tonight, right? You’re not going to abandon me for your vacation fling again are you?” Fiona walked out of the bathroom drying her hair with a towel.

“I’ll go to the show with you, but I do want to see him today if I can.” I flinched, not really upset that I said it, but fearing her reaction.

“I’m sure I can find some way to keep myself entertained.” Fiona rolled her eyes. “I’m starting to really enjoy day-drinking alone.”

“I hope you’re not mad.” I picked up a cup of water and took a sip. “I like spending with him.”

“Yes, you like sex—surprise—everyone does. I wish you could have gotten your cherry popped at home so you weren’t fawning over some Vegas bad boy who probably has crabs.” She sat down on the edge of the bed. “Does it itch down there yet?”

“He doesn’t have crabs!” I grabbed a pillow and chunked it at her before standing up.

“Wait a minute.” Fiona grabbed the back of my nightgown and lifted it as I walked by. “What the hell happened to your ass?”

“Oh that?” I pulled my nightgown away and covered the light pink tint still present on my ass, which she could see below the edge of my panties. “I was bad so he gave me a spanking. I liked it.”

“Oh my god, Peoria. You’re a freak.” Fiona exhaled with an audible ugh sound as I walked to the bathroom.

***

I SPENT THE MORNING hours with Fiona, seeing some sights that were only available on foot and checking out some of the other casinos. Vincent sent me a message and asked if we could get together that afternoon and I quickly replied that I wanted to see him. Fiona had a massage scheduled after lunch and that seemed like the perfect time. Technically, we both did, but I was fine with skipping it if I got to see Vincent. Fiona seemed to be warming up to my vacation fling, even if she still had a lot of hesitation about it. I wasn’t sure if fling was the right word, but it was the only one I had for it without getting too tangled up in the thoughts that I really had no control over. We ate lunch and headed back upstairs to the room. She got her things together and glared at me for a few seconds before finally leaving. I sent Vincent a text message to let him know he could come up and it wasn’t long before I heard a knock at the door.

“Hello gorgeous.” He flashed a smile as I opened the door.

“Couldn’t stay away, could you?” I pulled him into the room and kissed him immediately.

“Why would I? You’re leaving in a couple of days and then I’ll have blue balls for weeks.” He put his arms around me and started kissing my neck.

“At least you have a video when the nights get lonely.” I let out a gasp and smiled.

“It isn’t anything like the real thing.” He pushed me back towards the bed and started peeling off my clothes.

Vincent gave me a few smacks on my ass once we were undressed and I crawled onto the bed with him behind me. He put a hand around my thighs and pressed his cock against the entrance of my pussy once the condom was on. I was already so wet from the thought of what we were going to do that he was easily able to enter me. He put his hand on my back and pushed me down against the bed until my chin was resting on it and he was buried inside my pussy.

His hands slid along my back and held my hair as he started to pump his cock into me. It was fast, hard, and immediately made me start to moan. My pussy had fully adjusted to him after our two previous encounters and it felt even better the third time. The soreness was mostly gone outside of a slight hint of it when he really picked up the speed, but even that faded when my g-spot was ignited with the desire I was feeling. I bit down on the bedspread and started breathing heavily when I came close to orgasm within a couple of minutes of being pounded by his enormous cock.

“Damn, you’re already about to cum?” He slapped my ass hard. “I guess you want more than one today.”

“Yes!” My words were muffled against the bedspread.

My body surged with pleasure. The orgasm built faster than any that I had ever had before it. He was like a beast behind me, pounding with every inch going deep inside me my pussy with his thunderous thrusts. I squealed with pleasure when I felt the orgasm get pushed over the edge and spiral to the point of no return. My muscles tightened and then started to relax. My pussy spasmed with the bliss roaring from with him. The orgasm seemed to make him able to go even faster with the added lubrication. My pussy massaged his length with the orgasmic spasms, but he was still going and barely throbbing. He kept hammering his cock into me so hard that he had to dig his hands into my thighs just to keep me from being thrown off the bed. I could feel it shaking underneath us with every spring getting worked out as much as my pussy. He continued to drive his dick deep and I felt another orgasm building. He pulled my head back with his grip on my hair and I had to release the grip my teeth had on the bedspread. I started to orgasm again and a scream rushed from my throat.

“Yeah, that’s what I like to hear.” He brought his hand down hard on my ass again. “Scream for me, baby.”

“Oh god!” I squealed and screamed again as a third orgasm immediately built on top of the second.

There was no way for me to control my body. It was trapped in his mercy and he wasn’t showing me an ounce of it. My third orgasm was even more powerful than the one before it and I thought I was going to die from the overwhelming pleasure that coursed through my veins. It wasn’t enough for him—my body still didn’t bring his release. He slumped against me, nothing but hard, furious thrusts being driven into my pussy. My scalp was almost touching my back with the way he was holding my hair in his grasp. I felt another orgasm building and then I started to feel his cock throb with more intensity. It pulsated as my fourth orgasm roared from me, accompanied by another scream, and then he started to ejaculate. The condom ballooned inside me while my pussy squeezed the manhood from his cock. Surges of cum filled his shaft and erupted inside me before he was finally spent. I immediately slumped against the bed and he slowly descended on top of me, kissing the back of my neck before he released his grip on my hair and fell beside me with an arm across my shoulders.

“Holy fuck...” My breath came out in hurried pants.

“There wasn’t anything holy about that.” His breath matched mine. “That was almost demonic.”

“You’ve turned me into a sex demon—I can’t wait to tell my parents.” I chuckled and turned towards him.

“I got you something, sex demon.” He reached for his pants that were laying at the foot of the bed.

“You did?” I blinked in surprise.

“Just a little something to remember me by once you’re back home in Georgia.” His hand dug into the pocket and when he pulled it out, I saw a beautiful heart shaped pendant hanging from a gold chain.

“That—that’s beautiful.” I lifted up as he started to fasten it around my neck and I took the pendant in my hand, rubbing my fingers across the gemstones. “Wait, how did you buy this? You were stealing luggage a few days ago!”

“My luck turned around a little bit. I won’t be stealing luggage again—ever.” He smiled and kissed my shoulder.

“Is this stolen—you know what, I don’t want to know. Thank you so much. It’s gorgeous. I will definitely think of you every time I wear it.” I let the pendant fall against my chest and snuggled next to him.

***

I FELT MY HEART ACHING when Vincent had to go. The harsh reality was that I would only see him one more time before I boarded the plane to head back home. I had fallen for a man I hardly knew and while it wasn’t the kind of love that would end in marriage, it was still something very real that I knew I would miss. Fiona returned and we didn’t talk about Vincent, but she immediately noticed the necklace. I could tell she was choosing her words carefully as she tried to avoid directly saying he probably stole it. I knew that was probably the case as well, but there was still something exciting about the fact he stole it for me. Perhaps there was a part of Vincent that was rubbing off on me. It would actually go very well with my ensemble for the Celine Dion concert. I put on my dress and when I stepped in front of the mirror, I actually looked elegant. The necklace sparkled and was something that would instantly draw attention as it accentuated my outfit perfectly.

“Okay, let’s go.” I turned around in front of the mirror and made sure there were no creases in my dress.

“We’ve still got an hour.” Fiona sat down on the side of the bed.

“Why don’t we hit up the casino? We haven’t won yet...” I slid my foot into my heels.

“Sounds good.” Fiona nodded and started putting on her shoes.

We walked into the casino and I felt like a supermodel when I walked to the table with my elegant dress pressed perfectly to my form and my beautiful necklace sparkling in the lights. I noticed a few people look at me, and some were even whispering. I started to wonder if the necklace was even more expensive than I thought it was when a couple of guys lingered near the table—either that or they were about to ask the two of us out. Fiona noticed as well, and she looked at me with an uncomfortable stare.

When they didn’t approach us, I actually started to get nervous about the way they were looking at us. Even when I won a couple of hands of Blackjack, I wasn’t excited because their eyes were still lingering at the edge of the room. We played a few more hands and lost most of the chips we had won and the ones we bought before deciding it was time to head to the concert.

“Fiona, I think those guys liked you.” I nudged her in the ribs.

“I don’t think so. They were kind of creepy.” She shuddered and pointed towards the front desk. “Want me to ask for a shuttle?”

“No, we can walk. It isn’t far.” I started towards the door and she followed behind me.

The night air was refreshing when we stepped outside. It had cooled off considerably since our morning excursion and I started to feel excitement when I saw Celine Dion’s face on one of the lit up screens nearby. Fiona and I had been talking about seeing her play in Vegas ever since we found my mom’s Titanic DVD when we were kids. We walked fast and our heels echoed on the pavement. It wasn’t quite as busy as it normally was, but there were still people around. A loud noise caught my attention and then tires screeched to a halt beside us. I stopped walking, as did Fiona. Our attention was drawn to the black van that had come to an abrupt stop. The side door opened and two men jumped out—it took me a second to realize that it was the two men from the casino—and another second to spot the gun that the first one was holding. The crowd noticed them, but they didn’t seem to care. They pointed their guns directly at the two of us and one of them grabbed me by the arm. He had jet black hair that was slicked back and piercing eyes.

“Let’s go!” His words had an angry tone.

“No! Leave me alone!” I pulled out of his grasp and my purse went flying off my arm.

“Help!” Fiona was able to yell, but the other guy clamped his hand over her mouth and started dragging her towards the van.

“You’re coming with us.” The man reached out for me again as I tried to turn. I turned to run, but I felt his hand around my waist.

“No! Let me go!” Before I could say anything else, he put his hand over my mouth and started dragging me towards the van.