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Authors: Zoe Norman
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shredded dress. Literally, there are mango colored bandages wrapped around her lady bits and generous gaps of tan skin showing between the strips of cloth. Super classy. Her father must be proud.
As the night progresses, we all drink, swap stories and people watch until it’s time for us to head out to our next destination. I direct the group of men to the waiting jet-black Hummer limo, courtesy of Caesars Palace. We pile into the back and immediately Marc takes out the decanter of nondescript whiskey and starts passing out shot glasses. With our glasses raised high, we toast to the end of Travis’s freedom and the start of a fucking good night.
We arrive at Encore at the Wynn Las Vegas and are ushered in the nightclub, XS, at the resort. A wall of textured gold greets you upon arrival and you can feel the beat of the music well before you get inside. The hostess leads us to our VIP booth overlooking the pool and the dance floor. Light gold colored leather couches surround two small tables that hold a bottle of Johnnie Walker Gold Label Reserve scotch, an ice bucket filled with ice chips and various mixers. Todd, Jeremiah and Alex fill one of the couches while Marc, Travis and I take the other across from them. The guys look around, observing the sights and sounds of the club. There’s a lot going on here—from the massive gold-plated molds of nude women that adorn the wall behind one of the club’s four bars, to the gold-plated, ten-foot rotating chandelier that hovers over the main dance floor, to the stripper pole behind our booth that is currently occupied by a stunning, and extremely flexible, redhead –there is a lot excess at XS to stimulate all of your senses. The vibe of the club screams opulence and sex and I love it.
No sooner have we given the place an once-over, when we see a parade of sparklers raised high in the air and weaving down the crowded aisle toward our table. The cocktail waitresses following each other and eventually break off to deliver bottles of adult beverages to their assigned tables. A hot blonde, wearing a tight, plunging black dress (accentuating her amazing tits) approaches our table with a huge smile. Her teeth are so white against her tanned skin, it’s almost blinding. She places a bottle of Grey Goose in the ice bucket as the sparkler attached to it slowly dies out.
“Hello, boys! My name is Whitney and I’ll be your server tonight,” she says cheerily. “I understand one of you is getting married soon. Who’s the lucky guy?” Whitney points her finger, eyeing all of us suspiciously.
Travis raises both arms over his head and smiles. “Me! I’m gettin’ married,” Travis shouts proudly. “Do I get a special prize?”
Whitney grins and bends down slowly, giving Travis (and the rest of us) an eyeful of her ample cleavage before giving Travis a peck on the corner of his mouth. “She’s a lucky girl to be marrying a handsome man like you,” she flirts.
“Me! I’m getting married too!” Alex blurts.
“Me too! I mean, I’m already married, but I think I deserve a special prize!” Jeremiah cries out.
Whitney covers her mouth, trying to stifle a laugh. “Well, my job is to make sure you have a memorable night, so you boys be sure to let me know how I can satisfy you. You all seem like a lot of fun. I’m confident we can all come out winners tonight. For now, what can I mix you to drink?”
Three hours later, we’re all lit.
Blitzed.
Schnockered.
Loaded.
Marc and Travis are talking over each other—one is rambling on about how it’s about damn time the Seattle Seahawks won the Super Bowl and the other is slurring about how the wedding is getting out of hand…something about too many people and it’s costing him a fortune. I can’t be sure, but I think Marc is the one talking about the wedding stuff. We’ve lost Alex and Todd to the dance floor and some sexy female escorts. And Jeremiah is lying on the couch. He said he was just going to rest his
As the night progresses, we all drink, swap stories and people watch until it’s time for us to head out to our next destination. I direct the group of men to the waiting jet-black Hummer limo, courtesy of Caesars Palace. We pile into the back and immediately Marc takes out the decanter of nondescript whiskey and starts passing out shot glasses. With our glasses raised high, we toast to the end of Travis’s freedom and the start of a fucking good night.
We arrive at Encore at the Wynn Las Vegas and are ushered in the nightclub, XS, at the resort. A wall of textured gold greets you upon arrival and you can feel the beat of the music well before you get inside. The hostess leads us to our VIP booth overlooking the pool and the dance floor. Light gold colored leather couches surround two small tables that hold a bottle of Johnnie Walker Gold Label Reserve scotch, an ice bucket filled with ice chips and various mixers. Todd, Jeremiah and Alex fill one of the couches while Marc, Travis and I take the other across from them. The guys look around, observing the sights and sounds of the club. There’s a lot going on here—from the massive gold-plated molds of nude women that adorn the wall behind one of the club’s four bars, to the gold-plated, ten-foot rotating chandelier that hovers over the main dance floor, to the stripper pole behind our booth that is currently occupied by a stunning, and extremely flexible, redhead –there is a lot excess at XS to stimulate all of your senses. The vibe of the club screams opulence and sex and I love it.
No sooner have we given the place an once-over, when we see a parade of sparklers raised high in the air and weaving down the crowded aisle toward our table. The cocktail waitresses following each other and eventually break off to deliver bottles of adult beverages to their assigned tables. A hot blonde, wearing a tight, plunging black dress (accentuating her amazing tits) approaches our table with a huge smile. Her teeth are so white against her tanned skin, it’s almost blinding. She places a bottle of Grey Goose in the ice bucket as the sparkler attached to it slowly dies out.
“Hello, boys! My name is Whitney and I’ll be your server tonight,” she says cheerily. “I understand one of you is getting married soon. Who’s the lucky guy?” Whitney points her finger, eyeing all of us suspiciously.
Travis raises both arms over his head and smiles. “Me! I’m gettin’ married,” Travis shouts proudly. “Do I get a special prize?”
Whitney grins and bends down slowly, giving Travis (and the rest of us) an eyeful of her ample cleavage before giving Travis a peck on the corner of his mouth. “She’s a lucky girl to be marrying a handsome man like you,” she flirts.
“Me! I’m getting married too!” Alex blurts.
“Me too! I mean, I’m already married, but I think I deserve a special prize!” Jeremiah cries out.
Whitney covers her mouth, trying to stifle a laugh. “Well, my job is to make sure you have a memorable night, so you boys be sure to let me know how I can satisfy you. You all seem like a lot of fun. I’m confident we can all come out winners tonight. For now, what can I mix you to drink?”
Three hours later, we’re all lit.
Blitzed.
Schnockered.
Loaded.
Marc and Travis are talking over each other—one is rambling on about how it’s about damn time the Seattle Seahawks won the Super Bowl and the other is slurring about how the wedding is getting out of hand…something about too many people and it’s costing him a fortune. I can’t be sure, but I think Marc is the one talking about the wedding stuff. We’ve lost Alex and Todd to the dance floor and some sexy female escorts. And Jeremiah is lying on the couch. He said he was just going to rest his
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