Lacy
Guest
Less than a half hour later, I am standing at the elevators again.. waiting to go down. 
Catching a glimpse of the reflection in the smoke-colored mirror at the end of the small foyer, one corner of my burgundy painted lips raises slightly. Although the deep auburn hair and long black fitted skirt are shimmering under the soft lights, it is the sheer leopard print full length wrap and delicate 4†heels that draw my smile.
Not bad for 20 minutes.
I can’t resist a little spin and the flowing wrap fans out, revealing a black clad silhouette framed by a creamy white bosom, daringly displayed in a low sweetheart neckline.
A mere moment after the twirl comes full circle, a bell sounds and the elevator doors in front of me swing open. The car is not empty.
Two stylish thirty-somethings are leaning on the railing against the windows. They had appeared to be in animated conversation, just prior to the doors opening, but their words fall silent as I enter the car and turn a smile on the pair, bidding them ‘Good Morning.’
Their smiles grow just as wide as they offer up the same greeting. And then turning toward the closed doors, I overtly watch their reflection in the polished metal.
Although initially lounging against the railing, the blonde abruptly stands up straight, confirming the fact that the top of his head barely breezes past my shoulder. The other cannot seem to stop staring at my shoes. That, or there is a stain on the carpet just under my feet, which he is trying to remove with his mind.
The elevator is quickly descending to the casino floor, when I break the silence of the ride with a question. So, what kinda trouble are you off to? The blonde immediately offers up the pair’s agenda, a list that includes more than one strip club.
I can see in the door’s reflection, the eager look on his face and the implied offer of joining their little party. I know he wants to ask and is afraid I will decline. But as if on queue, a bell rings and the elevator stops, leaving the question unasked and the answer yet to be revealed.
Bidding the pair a ‘Happy Adventuring’, I step out of the car, my long legs quickly carry me through empty foyer and around the corner past the java joint and back down the hallway over the pool. I lost the boys a little past the island buffet, when they realized they would have to nearly jog to keep up.
A few minutes later, I am navigating the small casino. Never slowing my stride, I quickly exit the front doors and stop at the curb, looking for Bill’s silver car. I see it pull up under the covered entryway and hurry over.. and in no time, we are off.
Catching a glimpse of the reflection in the smoke-colored mirror at the end of the small foyer, one corner of my burgundy painted lips raises slightly. Although the deep auburn hair and long black fitted skirt are shimmering under the soft lights, it is the sheer leopard print full length wrap and delicate 4†heels that draw my smile.
Not bad for 20 minutes.
I can’t resist a little spin and the flowing wrap fans out, revealing a black clad silhouette framed by a creamy white bosom, daringly displayed in a low sweetheart neckline.
A mere moment after the twirl comes full circle, a bell sounds and the elevator doors in front of me swing open. The car is not empty.
Two stylish thirty-somethings are leaning on the railing against the windows. They had appeared to be in animated conversation, just prior to the doors opening, but their words fall silent as I enter the car and turn a smile on the pair, bidding them ‘Good Morning.’
Their smiles grow just as wide as they offer up the same greeting. And then turning toward the closed doors, I overtly watch their reflection in the polished metal.
Although initially lounging against the railing, the blonde abruptly stands up straight, confirming the fact that the top of his head barely breezes past my shoulder. The other cannot seem to stop staring at my shoes. That, or there is a stain on the carpet just under my feet, which he is trying to remove with his mind.
The elevator is quickly descending to the casino floor, when I break the silence of the ride with a question. So, what kinda trouble are you off to? The blonde immediately offers up the pair’s agenda, a list that includes more than one strip club.
I can see in the door’s reflection, the eager look on his face and the implied offer of joining their little party. I know he wants to ask and is afraid I will decline. But as if on queue, a bell rings and the elevator stops, leaving the question unasked and the answer yet to be revealed.
Bidding the pair a ‘Happy Adventuring’, I step out of the car, my long legs quickly carry me through empty foyer and around the corner past the java joint and back down the hallway over the pool. I lost the boys a little past the island buffet, when they realized they would have to nearly jog to keep up.
A few minutes later, I am navigating the small casino. Never slowing my stride, I quickly exit the front doors and stop at the curb, looking for Bill’s silver car. I see it pull up under the covered entryway and hurry over.. and in no time, we are off.
