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CHAPTER 54

The next few days passed quickly. 

I talked with Dad about using the plane, and he said it was okay. It's
only about two hundred and fifty air miles to Las Vegas, but I hadn't
flown it by myself before, so I had to listen to him tell me about the
trip. 
He made me study the chart, and the next time we talked, he asked
questions, to see if I'd paid attention. 
I got Amy and Mom alone, and asked them if they felt okay without me
around. I was a little embarrassed when I said it, because I thought
they might tease me for trying to act like the "Man of the House." But
they surprised me by thanking me for my concern, and saying seriously,
that if they needed me, I was only a short flight away.
Karen stopped me at school, and told me that her dad said our STD
tests came back fine. She assured me she was on the pill, and we
talked a little about unprotected sex. It was sort of embarrassing, so
we didn't dwell on it, but secretly, I was looking forward to being
with her without a condom.
She asked me a hundred times where we were going. I kept making up
silly stories about overnight camping in the sewer system, and
hitchhiking trips to Alaska.
President's Day is a three-day holiday, with Monday off. I had the
room booked for Friday, Saturday, and Sunday nights, so I told Karen
we were leaving right after school on Friday. 
On Wednesday, she threatened me with bodily harm if I didn't give her
a hint what to wear. I told her to pack light. Dress casual, but to
bring one nice outfit, and a bathing suit. 
The bathing suit threw her. It's a little too cool this time of year
to go into the ocean around here, so she peppered me with questions
about where she was going to wear it. I told her we were going to a
place that had public steam baths.
Thursday night, I was in my room, putting my stuff together. I grabbed
the two, one-hundred-dollar chips that Brandy had given me, and stuck
them in my wallet.
A little later, Amy tapped on the door. She came in and sat on the
bed, watching me. She seemed down, so I asked her, "Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I just talked to my mother. She's not doing well."
It startled me for a minute, until I realized that she was talking
about her biological mother. I put my arms around her and held her.
She snuggled against me, and after a while, she said, "She's going
downhill Pete. I don't think she'll be around much longer."
There wasn't really anything I could say with words, so I just
continued holding her. Finally, I asked, "Are you okay with me being
gone for a few days?"
"Uh huh. I'll miss you, though."
"Does it bother you that I'm going with Karen?"
"A little. But Karen is a nice girl, and you'll have a good time."
Amy left a few minutes later, but what she said bothered me. If she
went away with someone, I would be more than a little bothered. I
realized then, that she and I had played this game long enough. We
were going to have to make a decision about our relationship.

	* * * * *

Thursday, after work, I gave our plane a going-over. Dad keeps it in
good shape, so there wasn't much to do beyond the routine prep that
any good pilot performs.
As I was cleaning the windshield, I began to get excited about the
trip. I had flown to Vegas with the family before, but never as
"Pilot-in-command." Plus, Karen and I hadn't actually been together
all that much, and I started really looking forward to the time I
would be spending  with her.
In our plane, it's a little over a two-hour flight if there are no
head winds. Sunset this time of year is around six PM. 
The air route between LA and Las Vegas flies over a lightly populated
area, and it's very black at night. I don't mind flying at night, but
I was afraid that Karen might not like it, so I knew that if we wanted
to get to Las Vegas while it was still light, we should leave no later
than three-thirty. 
It would be best if we skipped our last class. So I reminded myself to
get a note from Mom, and have Karen get one, too.
While I was at the field, I checked with Flight Service. The weekend
looked okay. Calm winds and unlimited visibility on Friday. A chance
of rain showers in the Vegas area on Saturday. But clearing in the
evening, and a nice day on tap for Sunday.
That was fine with me. I don't mind flying in the rain, but I figured
we would be on the ground Saturday anyway, and the trip home looked
fine.
I called the helpful lady at the hotel, and told her we'd be there
Friday, between five-thirty and six. She asked if we were flying
commercial, and when I said that we'd be in our own plane, she asked
for our plane's tail numbers.

Friday

Karen stopped me a bunch of times at school. I had never seen her so
excited, and she kept pestering me about where we were going. I was
getting a kick out of teasing her, and once, when I passed her in the
hallway, I said, "I just checked the weather; there's a hurricane
blowing. Do you have a lot of hair spray?" There were some girls with
her, and as I continued walking, I could her excitedly telling them
what was going on. 
I met her coming down the hallway at the time we were supposed to
leave. The next-to-last class had just let out, and she was with some
of her friends. When she saw me, she ran to me and laid a big kiss on
me. Then she waved to her friends, put her arm around my waist, and we
walked outside. It was obvious that it was a show for her girlfriends,
and when we got to her car, I asked, "What's going on here?"
"I'll tell you later. What's the plan now?"
She had told me last night that she was packed, but I asked again,
"Are you sure you're ready to go?"
"Yes, yes, yes! Now, tell me where we're going before I kick your
ass!"
I broke away, laughing, and replied, "I'll be at your house in thirty
minutes. Be standing outside, ready to go, or I'm leaving without
you."
She gave me the finger, and jumped into her car.
I hurried home and grabbed my stuff; then I went inside the front
house. Mom was lying on the couch when I came in. She patted a place
next to her; then she hugged me and said, "I'm not going to tell you
to be careful flying, because I know you're a good pilot. All I'm
going to say is, we'll miss you. Have a good time, and come back
safely."

* * * * *

Karen was standing on the front steps when I got to her house, and so
was her father. He carried her bag to the car, then he kissed her and
held the car door for her. She got in and her Dad watched us as we
drove off. 
She immediately started pestering me about where we were going, but I
didn't answer her. I was thinking about something that had just
occurred to me. I'd gone away with girls before. I went to Bakersfield
with Sam, but it was before we were dating. Then I went with her to
Mexico, but my folks were along. I went away with Kristen, but she was
older, and she had traveled a lot. 
This time, I was with a girl my own age, and I was completely
responsible for her. It was a kind of strange feeling. But it felt
kinda good.
I was brought out of my reverie by a sharp pain. She had hit me on the
arm, and was glaring at me.
"Ow! What was that for?"
"You're ignoring me, that's what. Dammit! I want to know where we're
going!"
Her house is not far from the airport. I grinned and said, "It's a
surprise. Can you hold on for five more minutes?" She crossed her
arms, got a petulant look on her face, and plopped down in her seat.
Van Nuys airport is situated right in the middle of San Fernando
Valley. It's a huge airport, with two active runways. 
In terms of take-offs and landings, it's one of the busiest airports
in the country. But, one and two story commercial buildings surround
it, and you can't see the runways from the ground until you're almost
on top of them. So even from one street away, you can hardly tell
you're near an airport.
I drove down a side street; turned into an access road, and only
seconds later, we were weaving our way through parked airplanes.
Karen gasped and said, "Pete! What are we doing here?"
I didn't answer her until I pulled up to the fence next to our plane.
As I got out, I said, "Come on, young lady; your chariot awaits." 
She got out, and stood with her mouth open when I opened the doors to
the plane and started loading our bags. 
When I finished with the bags, I locked the car, and removed all the
plane's tie-downs. When I looked at her, she was still standing there
watching me, so I picked her up in my arms, carried her to the plane,
and slid her into the passenger's seat.
I got in, started the engine, and was letting it warm up, when she
finally stuttered, "Uhh, P-Pete, what's going on here?"
I pretended that I didn't know what she meant, by looking innocently
at her and saying, "Gee, Karen, what do you mean? You said you wanted
to go away with me, didn't you?"
Without waiting for her to answer, I picked up the microphone and
asked ground-control for taxi clearance to the runway. They
immediately cleared me, and as I reached for the throttle, she cried,
"Pete! What are you doing? Whose plane is this? Do you know how to
fly?!"
"Sure, I read all about it at lunch today. I noticed that this plane
had keys in it. I'm sure the owner won't mind."
I had started taxiing toward the runway when she screamed, "Peeeet!"
	Dad has a registration card with our name on it, clipped to
the sun visor. I pulled it off and handed it to her.

	The flight was fantastic. The air was smooth, and the fields
of winter citrus below us were brilliant green. We passed over the
field at Cantil, and I pointed it out to Karen. I noticed that the
hangers were coming along nicely. It looked like the field would be
up-and-running before long. 
	The best part of the trip was watching Karen. She had her nose
glued to the window the whole way, constantly pointing at things, and
asking me questions about what they were, and where we were.
At one point, when the air was exceptionally smooth, I trimmed the
plane out, and told her to put her hands on the controls. She looked
at me with a pained expression; then she gingerly touched the wheel. I
showed her how minor control inputs affected the plane, and after a
few minutes, I put my hands in my lap. It wasn't long before she got
the hang of it, and kept the plane going, more or less the right
direction, and, at close to the correct altitude. She started
grinning, and after a while, it looked like her face was frozen that
way. 
We must have had a slight tailwind, because it was less than two hours
later when I spotted and radioed Las Vegas Tower. 
When you call a tower for landing, you preface each conversation with
the tail numbers of your plane. It lets them know which plane they're
talking to. The hotel must have told them we were coming, because
after we landed, I pulled onto a taxiway, and I was about to switch to
ground control for directions where to park, when a van with a big
"Follow Me" sign painted on it, pulled in front of us. I followed it
to a parking area near the terminal. Two guys jumped out, and one of
them pointed to a set of tie-downs.
After I shut the plane off, he opened my door and said,  "Welcome Mr.
Baker. I'll secure the plane for you." Then he went around and helped
Karen from her seat.
The other guy put our bags on a cart, and we followed him into the
terminal. I arranged to have the plane gassed up. Then I asked how
much the tie down charge would be.
The attendant told me, "Oh, that's taken care of by the hotel. Have a
seat, sir; the limousine will be here shortly."
Karen had been awfully quiet since we landed. When we sat down, she
looked around and said, "Las Vegas, huh?"
"Yup. Have you been here before?"
"Sure, with Dad, but never in a small plane, and never like this."
I grinned, and said to her; "You ain't seen nothin, yet."
Just then, a guy in a chauffeur's uniform came up to us and asked,
"Mr. Baker?"
I nodded, and he led us to a shiny limousine. He loaded our bags; then
he drove us to one of the Miracle hotel's side entrances. The driver
must have called ahead, because there was a porter and a guy in a suit
standing there. The suit said, "Welcome to the Miracle, Mr. Baker;
please follow me."
He took us up to a suite on the same floor where we had stayed before,
and handed us each a room key/card, along with some brochures showing
what was going on in town, and asked us if we would like to dine in
the hotel this evening. 
I mentioned the steak house I remembered from when we were here last;
then I asked about a fabulous show I had heard about. It was an
R-rated, circus-like show, all done under water, and the tickets were
supposed to be almost impossible to get. 
He said, "Of course, sir. Shall I put you down for the eleven PM show
this evening?"
I nodded, but before I could say anything, the porter showed up. The
suit wished us a good time, said he would arrange for dinner at eight
o'clock, and he excused himself. The porter hung up our clothes; then
he headed for the door.
Karen cleared her throat to get my attention. When I looked at her,
she was making a rubbing motion with her fingers to indicate that I
should tip him.
I just raised an eyebrow, in what I figured was a superior manner, and
shook my head.
As soon as the door closed, she said, "You don't even tip these guys?"
"Not here."
"Okay, Smart Guy, I'm impressed! Tell me what the FUCK is going on?
Did you hit the lottery or something?"
I put on as innocent a face as I could manage, and replied, "Why no, I
just told them I was coming here with the most beautiful girl in the
world. As soon as I mentioned it was you, they agreed to roll out the
red carpet." 
She stood there looking at me, as I picked up the phone to call home
and tell them we were safely here.
Karen did the same. Then she scolded her dad for not telling her where
we were going, and that we were flying in a small plane. She was
smiling when she said it, though. Then there were a few minutes of
silence, and her expression changed to one of surprise. She thanked
him, told him she loved him, and hung up.
I asked, "What's the matter?"
There were tears in her eyes when she answered. "It's my dad. He told
me that I was a young woman now, and that he loved me. He said a bunch
of great things about respecting me and trusting me. He promised he
would be the dad I wanted and deserved, as long as I needed him. My
dad and I don't talk much. This was amazing and wonderful."
She seemed to want to be quiet for a minute, so I went to the service
bar and opened a bottle of Champagne. 
The sun had just set, and the lights of the strip made a fantastic
contrast against the black of the sky. It almost looked like a video
game.
We sat quietly, enjoying the Champagne, until finally she said, "Okay,
I have know what's going on here. Are you gonna tell me?"
"All right, but first, you tell me what was happening when you laid
that lip-lock on me in the hallway at school today."
"What's the matter, didn't you like it?"
"Of course I did, but you're evading the issue."
She grinned at me, then snuggled against me. "You don't have any idea
who you are, do you! You're the best-looking guy in school, and you're
the one most people talk about. Every guy is jealous, and every girl
would like to date you. I get a big kick out of letting them know that
I'm one of the girls you go out with."
I kissed her on top of the head, and said, "Thank you, but there are
better looking guys than me, at school. And I'm not going out with any
other girls!"
"Not now, but before long a 'Ten' will come along, and you will."
"Why do you say that? You ARE a ten. You're smart, beautiful, poised,
and wonderful to be with. You're everything a guy could want!"
"No, Pete. Thank you, but I'm not a Ten. I'm a pretty girl with a nice
shape. But I'm not in the same league as the girls you've dated."
She started to say more, but I grabbed her and kissed her. Then I
said, "I don't care what you say. For this weekend, you're my Ten.
Now, let's get cleaned up for dinner. I'll tell you what this is all
about while we're eating."
	After individual trips to the bathroom, and quick hair combs,
we started for the door. Karen had put on a different blouse. The
color suited her, and she looked very pretty. So pretty; in fact, that
I realized that I was staring at her. When she saw me she, she blushed
and said, "C'mon, we're gonna be late."
Another couple joined us in the hallway, and we waited for the
elevator together. 
The guy was about thirty, and kind of heavy-set. He kept sneaking
glances at Karen, until I stepped between them and stared at him. The
girl was a little younger, and very pretty. She was wearing a low-cut
blouse, and the bulge of her tits was amazing. It didn't look like she
was wearing a bra. You couldn't see through the material of the
blouse, but you could see the bumps her nipples made. However, the
bumps were sort of lumpy looking. She was wearing a lot of jewelry,
including large diamond earrings and a huge wedding ring.
She saw the glances her husband was giving Karen, and she frowned at
him. He saw the frown, but he didn't seem to care. The two were
obviously staying in one of the other suites on our floor, and I
wondered who they were.
	We got off the elevator at the same time, and walked together
to the restaurant. We were first at the hostess table, and when I gave
her my name, she quickly said, "Your table is ready Mr. Baker," and
seated us. 
	When she went back to the other couple, there were a few loud
words. I saw the guy point to us, and he seemed upset. I don't know
what was said, but I saw the hostess point them toward the bar.
The waiter tried to hand us menus, but I waved them away and asked
Karen, "May I order for you?"
She nodded, so I ordered giant lobster dinners for each of us.
The waiter said, "Yes sir, now what about dessert?"
"What do you recommend?"
"Shall I surprise you?"
"Sure, that'll be great!"
The waiter left, and Karen said, "Pete, this is driving me crazy. I've
been in this restaurant with Dad. You could buy a small car for what
you just spent on dinner."
"Nothing is too good for my Ten."
"Enough bullshit, Pete. Tell me what's going on." 
I started by telling her about what happened with the magician and why
everything was on the house; then I went into how Kristen got her
start here. Karen kept shaking her head in amazement, and asking
questions along the way.

 A lot of things happened while we were here at New Year's Eve, but
much of it didn't have anything to do with why we were able to be at
the hotel, so my explanation didn't take that long. And after I
brought things up to date, I stopped and sat back. 
Karen seemed to be thinking about what I told her, so I looked around
us. The fact that I was back in Las Vegas, made me think about the
things I didn't mention. I thought of beautiful, exotic Lu, and the
time we made love. I thought of Kristen's rich friends. I pictured
Brandy, dancing nude in front of a room full of people, and I could
almost see her tiger tattoo. Thinking about it, I started to get hard.
Then I thought about Nell, and what happened later, and I got even
harder. So I deliberately switched my mind to pudgy little Dolly, and
how she looked when she handed me the note with her phone number on
it, in case I wanted to 'Talk'.  
I even thought about Bobby, the skinny hooker. I wondered if she still
worked in the sex shop.
I was brought out of my reverie when the waiter started bringing our
dinner. It was wonderful. The lobsters were so big it looked like they
should have saddles on them, and Karen and I dug in. 
	About twenty minutes after we were seated, I saw the couple we
had come in with, being seated at a table across the room from us.
	They both glanced at us as they came through the door, and
they didn't seem happy. The hostess seated the guy with his back to
us, but the girl could see us and she kept looking at us while we ate.
Karen barely made a dent in her lobster, and even I couldn't finish
mine, so they took them away, and a minute later, the waiter rolled a
cart over to us. There were two little covered silver pans, sitting on
top of lighted candles. Next to them were two large silver goblets,
and in the middle there was an ornate silver bucket. He took off the
top of the bucket, and ladled out huge scoops of ice cream into the
goblets. Then he uncovered one of the pans, and spooned a mound of
heated cherries on top of the ice cream. Finally, he took the other
pan and drizzled some warm liquid over the top of everything, and he
LIT IT!
Both goblets burst into flame, and every person in the place looked at
us. Even the guy from the elevator looked around.
The waiter put a lid on each goblet to put out the flames, and we
started into the most delicious dessert I ever tasted.
A few minutes later, we were sitting back patting our bellies and
groaning, when a voice said, "Hi Pete."
I looked around, and there was a big guy standing there. I stared at
him for a minute; then I suddenly realized that it was the hotel guy
who'd caught Lu and I in the room together. He was holding two
foil-wrapped things that were made up to look like ducks.
I said, "Uhh, Hi."
"Here are your lobsters. Would you sign this, please?"
He handed me a note that said, "Thanks for staying at the Miracle, and
enjoying our complimentary fare." There were no prices on it, just a
place to sign, so I scribbled my name on it.
He thanked us and walked away, but I noticed he took a good look at
Karen. I wondered if he would tell his friend, and whether the friend
would contact Kristen and tell her about Karen and me. 
After dinner, we went to the room and put the "ducks" into the little
refrigerator. It was still early, so we sat with our arms around each
other, and looked out the windows for a while.
Las Vegas is an amazing place. It's exciting just being here. The
millions of lights have a lot to do with it, but there's more. It
makes you want to pack as many things as you can, into the time you're
here.
I was thinking about that, when I suddenly realized that I was holding
a beautiful girl, and I began kissing Karen. Soon, I was getting
excited, and she must have been affected as well, because, the kissing
turned into what I heard the teachers at school call, "Heavy Petting."
It would have progressed beyond that, If Karen hadn't jumped up and
said, "Plenty of time for this later. We have to get to the show."

I stopped by the casino on the way out and cashed one of Brandy's
casino chips. And as we walked to the front entrance to get a taxi,
there was a poster, advertising Mason Barlow.
Apparently, the broken jaw had healed, and he was a headliner again.
Suddenly I thought of Amy, passed out on his bed with her shirt open,
and I immediately got angry. I think if he had walked up right then, I
would have hit him again.
We caught a taxi to the hotel where the water show was playing.
We got there a half-hour early, and there was already a long line.
Karen said, "Gee, I hope we can get in." 
I walked her to the VIP line and gave them my name. Right away, they
took us in and seated us.
The show was an extravaganza of acrobatic diving and circus acts, all
done in and out of a giant pool. The men all looked like swimsuit
models, and were wearing nothing but bikini style speedos that barely
covered their 'packages.' The girls were all gorgeous and through the
first half of the show, they had on skimpy, one-piece bathing suits. 
Then there was a musical number, with a lot of lights and spraying
fountains. For this one, the girls came out topless. They were wearing
only bikini bottoms that left almost nothing to your imagination.
Most of the scenes in the show centered around one couple. She was
drop-dead gorgeous, while he was handsome and very athletic. 
When she came out topless, there was a gasp from the audience. All she
had on was a thong bottom that barely covered anything. They danced
together and swam to the music together, and every guy in the audience
was hoping for the thong to catch on something, and fall off.
The finale was unbelievable. All the swimmers left the stage except
the couple. They went into an erotic swim/dance, and it looked as
though he was making love to her under water. There were bubbles and
water jets going off everywhere, and as the music built to a
crescendo, they ripped off each other's bottoms. 
For a split-second, they were completely nude. He took her in his arms
and kissed her; then they swirled slowly under water. Fountains
erupted everywhere, the underwater lights went out, and the house
lights came on.
It was a VERY sexy finish, and as everyone stood up to leave, a lot of
guys were trying to hide erections.
Karen and I were walking toward the exit, when she said, "Damn! That
was hot!" 
I agreed, and pulled her in front of me so the bulge in my pants
wouldn't show. 
She felt it, and pushed her butt against me.
We were standing in line in front of the casino, waiting for a cab to
take us back to our hotel. It was starting to get cold out, so I
reached for Karen to put my arms around her, and I noticed the couple
from our hotel. We had brought jackets, but they were still dressed
like they were in the restaurant, and they looked uncomfortable. So,
when our taxi pulled up before theirs did, I called to them and asked,
"You going back to the hotel?"
He nodded, so I said, "C'mon, ride in with us."
They looked a little surprised, but they came over to the cab. 
Karen got in the back seat first, I slid in next to her, and the girl
got in next to me. The guy got in front, and as the taxi pulled away,
I could feel the girl shivering. So I took off my jacket and put it
over her. 
Her teeth were chattering when she stuttered, "Oh God! T-T-Thank you.
I was freezing."
The guy in the front turned around and stuck out his hand. "Hi, I'm
Bob Taylor, and this is my wife Jan."
It was obvious that he had been drinking. He slurred his words a
little, and I could smell his breath.
I don't know why, but I decided to have some fun. I shook his hand and
said, "Hi, I'm Pete Baker..." Then I looked over at Karen, winked and
said, "And this is my wife, Karen."
Karen raised an eyebrow, but she didn't say anything. 
Bob said, "You two look young. How long have you been married? Karen
and I were still looking at each other. I grinned and said,
 "Uhh, three years. How about you guys?"
"Two years. We're from Chicago, how about you?"
I turned to him, "Los Angeles. Is this your first trip to Los Vegas?"
"No, we got married here. We come here a lot."
We pulled into our hotel, and as we were riding up the elevator to our
rooms, Bob said to me, "It's still early. Do you want to do something
relaxing?"
"Like what?"
"Less go the swimming pool and grab a Grotto. I made a reservation
before we left, for grotto number three. We can soak in the spa and
have a drink. It's more fun with four people."
I looked at Karen, and she shrugged, so I said, "Okay! We'll meet you
there in fifteen minutes."
I knew about the Grottos; that's why I had asked Karen to bring her
bathing suit. Plus, I was kind of wired, so the hot tub sounded
perfect. We dashed into the room and Karen went into the bathroom. I
got undressed and I was starting to step into my trunks when Karen
came out of the bathroom, nude. I watched her go to her suitcase to
get her suit, and she looked fantastic. 
She was right. She didn't have the drop-dead body of a Kristen, or a
Sam, or even an Amy. She isn't as pretty; she's shorter, her breasts
are smaller, and she doesn't move with their grace. But something
about her was tremendously sexy. She has an almost 'homespun' look
about her. 
She somehow looks "safe, and warm," and suddenly, I wanted to take her
in my arms and make love to her. I started toward her, and she looked
up at me.
We were in each other's arm in an instant. My cock was pressing
against her belly, and a second later, she jumped up on me, and I was
inside her. She wrapped her legs around me, and we began kissing. It
was wonderful being inside her without a condom between us. She was so
tight against me, I couldn't move in and out, but it didn't matter.
She was as hot as I was, and her pussy seemed to want to swallow my
cock. We staggered up against a wall, and stood there kissing. She
began moaning. Suddenly, I could feel her pussy get extra hot, and her
body started to shake.
One of us, it may have been me, uttered a long groan and we both came.
We had never stopped kissing, but we stopped moving for a minute and I
just held her. As I started to come down from my orgasm, my legs began
to shake. So, still glued to Karen, I stepped back and we collapsed
onto the couch, with her on top of me.
We lay that way for a few minutes. I had my eyes closed and I was
actually enjoying her weight on me, when she began whispering, "Oh
God, Pete. I don't ever remember being so horny. That was perfect.
It's what I always wanted lovemaking to be like. 
"But it was over almost before it started. Are you sure you're, uhh,
satisfied?"
"Oh yes, and the night is still young, isn't it?"
The thought of what she said excited me. I was still inside her, and I
started to move around, but she rolled off me and stood up. My cock
was still pretty hard, and it was sticking up in the air. She dropped
on it and began sucking and licking it. Soon, it was rock hard again,
and I reached for her.
She laughed and jumped up.
Then I watched with surprise, as she stood there with an interested
look on her face, and licked her lips. She raised an eyebrow and said,
"I taste pretty good, don't I?"
"Yes, you do. But you've tasted yourself before."
	"I know, but it tasted different the last time we were
together."
"I think it has something to do with what you've eaten." I grinned and
commented,  "Maybe lobster is good for you."
She grinned back and said, "No, you're good for me!"
She kissed the head of my cock again, and ran for the bathroom. 
She had just licked me clean, and I knew we were going to be in the
hot tub in a minute, so I pulled on my bathing suit. I was sitting
there thinking about what she said, when she came back in the room.
She was wearing a bikini, and busy putting her hair in a beret, when I
asked, "Have you, uhh, ever tasted another woman?"
She cocked her head at me, and said, "No, I haven't. Clair tried to
talk me into some stuff, but I was always afraid to try."
"Afraid of what?"
"I don't know. Afraid of her, I guess. As you know, she can get pretty
crazy sometimes."
The thought of her and Clair together, suddenly turned me on, and I
started toward her. She grinned and held up her hand. "I know that
look. We have plenty of time for that. We have to meet the Taylors."
We threw on some T-shirts, and headed downstairs.

The swimming room is a huge place, and it's all indoors. The pool is
Olympic in length, and even has the racing lines in the bottom. They
obviously have swimming meets planned for it. But the neat thing is
what surrounds it. A blue concrete-bottomed "Stream" winds all around
it, with a "Grotto" at each corner. The Grottos have hot tubs in them,
that'll hold up to eight people. They have fake rock covers, and
inside, there is mood lighting, and flowers and vines hanging
everywhere. They even have heavy vines hanging to the water line at
the entrance, so you can't really see inside. On the back wall, is a
small door, and next to it is a drink menu and a keypad. You punch in
what drink you want, put in your room number, and a few minutes later,
a light goes on. You open the door, and your drink is there.
We found Grotto three, and went inside. 
Bob was sitting in one side of the hot tub next to an empty drink
glass, and he had another, almost empty one in his hand. Jan was
sitting opposite him, with her back to us. Her glass was almost empty,
and she was smoking a long thin, black cigarette. 
Bob growled, "It's about time you guys got here. Waddja do, stop for a
quickie?"
I was a little annoyed, and I was about to say something, but he
turned and started pushing buttons on the keypad. Jan scooted over
towards him, looked at Karen, and patted the seat next to her. 
Karen took off her T-shirt, and I helped her into the tub. Then I
looked over at Jan. 
It was hard to see, through the bubbles, but it looked like she was
topless. When she saw me staring, she turned toward me and sat up a
little.
She was topless. She had great tits, and I saw why the bumps in the
blouse looked odd. Each of her nipples had that little barbell through
it.
I tried to get a better look, to see if she was totally naked, but
just then Bob said, "The drinks'll be here in a minute. I hope you
like French 75s."
I had no idea what they were, but I mumbled, "Uhh, yeah, sure."
It was a little cool in the elevator, so I still had my T-shirt on.
But, the water felt warm, so I pulled off my T-shirt, dropped into the
tub and sunk in to my chin. I relaxed for a minute like that, letting
the bubbles work around me.
Suddenly, Bob said, "Okay, whass th' deal? How come you g-get  sush
royal fuckin' trea'men' 'roun' here?"
His voice was really slurring now. It was hard to understand what he
said, but he looked okay, and I was trying to think of what to tell
him, when the light went on over the small door. He handed Karen and I
drinks, and I took a sip of mine. It tasted like champagne with a
little more kick it, but it went down very easily. I was going to take
a big drink, when I felt a hand on my arm. Jan was leaning towards me.
She said quietly, "Go very easy on that; it's champagne and
hundred-proof brandy."
I settled for another little sip.
When Jan leaned near me, I was very conscious of her tits. They were
firm and golden brown, as though she spent a lot of time in the sun.
Her nipples were hard as rocks, and water droplets twinkled off the
little bar bells. I looked down, and it looked like she was naked, but
then I saw that she was wearing the briefest bikini bottom I ever saw.
It wasn't a thong, but it was little-more than a cup. She also had one
of those little barbells through her navel.
When she sat back down, I noticed Karen watching me, but she didn't
say anything.
We sat there for a while, sipping our drinks and enjoying the bubbles.
(I was sipping; Bob was gulping.) Then he asked again, "C'mon pal,
what's going on? I spend a lot of money here, and they don't treat me
that way."
"Well, uhh, I guess they like me."
	He roared, "Bullshit!" Then he stood up. When he did, he
almost slipped, and when he caught himself, he farted.
He looked around as thought he wasn't sure where it came from; then he
shook his head, and said, "S'kuze me. I gotta go to the head."
He started to get out of the hot tub, but he stopped just long enough
to grab his new drink, and downed the whole thing in one gulp.
Somehow, he was able to get out of the tub, and he started to wobble
toward the bathrooms.
I stood up and asked Jan, "Shall I help him?"
She was looking at me standing there, and she didn't answer for a
minute. Finally, she said, "He'll be okay," and she looked at Karen. 
Karen said to her, "Yes, he's beautiful, isn't he?"
Jan nodded; then she did a startling thing. She bent and kissed Karen
on the lips. Then she smiled and said, "Yes he is, and you are too."
It shocked me, and I wondered what Karen would do. But all she did was
sit there with her eyes half-closed.
Then I looked at her drink. It was almost gone. 
I said to her. "Karen, are you okay?"
"I'm fine. I'm finer than I've been in a long time."
She leaned over to me and gave me a long luxurious kiss. Then she
stood up, took off her top, and went to Jan and kissed her too.
As soon as she broke away, Jan giggled, pulled Karen down next to her,
and the two of them sat there with silly grins on their faces.
	

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