Drew was gone, of course leaving a single red rose and a handwritten note telling me I was too beautiful to disturb. He apparently had a meeting with some country music executive. I climbed out of bed thankful I didn�t have anything pressing to do. In fact, my entire weekend was free except for one photo shoot Sunday afternoon with a local Vegas magazine.
I rubbed my eyes as I walked into the bathroom. I stepped into the shower trying to figure out what I was going to do for the day. Unfortunately, even though it was only one in the afternoon I was wide awake. When there is nothing to do, you do the obvious�pamper yourself.
I walked into the spa and new I was going to be in heaven for the next three hours. Pam made an appointment for me at The Spa at Caesar's Palace. If there is one thing you have to do its get a spa treatment at one of the wonderful spas when you come to Vegas. It was either The Spa at Caesar�s or The Spa at New York-New York. I decided on Caesar�s because they are famous for their mud baths. I don�t know what it is or what's in it but it�s the most fabulous feeling in the world. Some states are known for the spas that grace some of their cities. Besides Nevada, there is Colorado, New Mexico, Arizona, Florida and of course New York and California. Its hard to be near a great spa and not indulge yourself. Its like waking by Gucci on Rodeo and not bothering to go inside.
I walked into the area full of small mud baths and dropped my towel at the tub that held an attractive blonde. I didn�t escape me that she eyed every bit of my body so I made sure she got an eyeful and moved slowly. As I sunk down into the warm mud I made eye contact with her and the game was on. She was willing, she was eager�she wanted me. Fuck, who didn�t?
�I take it you don�t live here.� She asked me,
�No, I don�t.� You never give someone more information than what they ask for. It�s the only way to keep the upper hand. People are a little unsure when they have to ask all the questions because they don�t want to seem as if they are trying too hard.
�At first glance, one would mistake you for a LA girl because of your blonde hair�but that would be an amateur error. You reek of a certain amount of haughty superiority that one could only get from living in New York.� I smiled at her knowledge,
�Aren�t we astute.� She licked her lips�not so much seductively but she was so sexy I�m sure everything she does comes off that way.
�You don�t get far in this world by being stupid.� Yeah, you don�t get men to buy you things by being stupid. I bet this woman doesn�t have a real job nor has she ever.
�My name is Mimi. And you are?� She offered her hand and I shook it however neither of us let go of the other�s hand as I answered,
�Brehan.� She readjusted herself so she was sitting next to me and our backs were away from everyone.
�What are you doing in Vegas?�
�A little work and a lot of play. And yourself?� I was sitting to her right and she took her right hand and slid it in between my legs,
�All play.� Her finger entered me and my eyes fluttered momentarily. I opened my legs giving her further access. There was no need for me to wonder how she knew. We were both giving off a confident sexual vibe. My left hand crossed over and I began to give her the same attention.
�After I leave here I�m going on shopping, you�ll join me.� How was I going to say no? I knew we were going to do more than just shop and that was fine with me. I can never resist a beautiful woman�or man for that matter.
Mimi and I sat in the back of her limo and got comfortable as we were driven down the strip. LA and New York weren�t the only cities full of expensive shopping, Vegas could make you drop a pretty penny. Mimi, I learned, has made a living out of marriage and divorce. She was only thirty-one years old but she was in the middle of her second divorce but already dating another wealthy man. And even the men she didn�t marry gave her cars, expensive jewelry and real estate. That was a real man, a man who knew a gift should have long lasting financial rewards.
�So I have I seen you in anything?� It was always the question asked when someone founf out I was a model. I�ve never really taken offense to it.
�I�m sure you have you just weren�t aware. Now that you�ve met me you�ll recognize me from now on.� Its like not noticing a certain designer until they are famous. You may have seen the dresses but until they become famous there is no need to remember them.
�I guess you�re right on that one. SO now that I knw who you are when should I look out for you?�
�Fashion shows�magazines�In Style, Cosmo, Vogue all the main fashion mags. Or you can watch me on TV, Good Morning America. Some fashion and living segment or something.� She nodded,
�TV, the biggest medium on the planet. Once someone notices you from TV, especially a recurring role doing anything they never forget your face. Goodbye anonymity.� She laughed,
�Although as a model, I guess the last thing you want is anonymity.� Damn straight, in the next two months if everyone doesn�t know who I am my career is pretty much over.
�Originally, where are you from?�
�Born and raised in LA.� It took me by surprise and she could tell.
�Yeah, usually LA is like Florida, no one is originally from there but every now and then you run across some of us who are natives. It was an advantage, I saw early on the life of privilege was the life I wanted. So, from the time I was able to leave the house by myself I started putting myself in position to get to the high life. It was like school for me. I studied the best bars, clubs, restaurants, diners, stores, streets, doctors, grocery stores to meet celebrities and rich men.� Pretty impressive, I admire ambition.
�From fourteen on it was a learning process. Of course, the first two years I was used more than I got to use them. When I was that young I thought it was about being in love and really liking someone. Those little rich boys fucked me and then screwed me; tossed me aside.� Fourteen and fifteen were my prime learning years as well. You only learn by experience, and most times it takes the really hard lessons to teach you the most,
�But not anymore. I�m definitely in control now. Hell, I�m not even getting married anymore. My sole strategy now is to be the other woman. Have these guys sign contracts detailing what they are going to give me in return for my silence.� She leaned closer to me, �And companionship as well too�of course.� She was so close my crotch began to throb, I could feel it. And when she squeezed my breast and stuck her tongue in my mouth I was more than eager to participate.
Whose life is this? I fucked a hot guy last night and now I�m about to fuck a hot woman I just met today. Ordinary people, with ordinary boring lives wouldn�t believe things like this happened but I�m here to tell you they do. And not just with famous people. When you're living your life on the sidelines, you have no idea what's going on out there.
Chapter 130
Stranger Than Fiction
Stories
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