My first job in the Big Sin was working in a third rate hotel on the strip (we shall call it The Jock Strap Club to protect the guilty). One of my co-workers had an attractive cousin in town that was staying in the hotel with her equally attractive friend. Being the professional that I am, I ended my shift early to party with the girls in their room…because I am all about guest service. After thoroughly inebriating ourselves, we stumbled down to the spa where clothes came off, and the party picked up. An hour later we got out of the Jacuzzi and headed back to their room. Forgot about thoughts of being suspended or terminated for lewd contact, with guests, on hotel grounds; at that moment all I had were visions of an impending threesome flooding my mind.
We got to the door, and before I could get in and holler…
Come to Daddy!
The girls turned around and told me;
It was so nice to meet you.
Dazed and horny, I replied;
You’re kidding?
Sadly they were not, and the Big Sin, Las Vegas, cruel mistress of the desert, greeted me with Blue Balls.
Welcome to Vegas…
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