Vivian sat on the aeroplane, looking down through the window at the floating masses of clouds drifting serenely beneath.
The plane was so much higher up in the sky now, so the rooftops of the houses were no longer in view. She flexed the gold watch on her wrist to check the time; it was exactly half past 7 p.m.
In about 30 minutes to an hour, she will be at the Vegas Executive Hotel in Las Vegas meeting with her newest hook-up interest, Rod2020; that was his profile name. He had suggested they meet up at that particular hotel, and she had agreed. His profile picture on the dating site where they connected showed he was perhaps in his 30s and quite tall and good-looking. However, he was nothing compared to Adrian, and she was not sure he was even going to be as good in bed as Adrian was.
Since she became an adult up until her current age, only Adrian had ever made her reach orgasm three times in one single night; not even George, Scarlett's father when he was alive, could do that. Adrian’s dick was also the biggest she had ever seen.
“But it was always good to test the waters.” She reasoned, thinking aloud and raising her carved eyebrows.
However, she thought again that testing the waters should not be at the risk of losing an invaluable stallion like Adrian, which was the main reason she intended to keep him all to herself through the seal of marriage.
Coming to that realization, she quickly picked up her phone to message Adrian, telling him she would be staying for one more night and would be home soon.
She smiled when she was done.
"Right back at you, darling." She muttered.
Vivian arrived at the Vegas Executive Hotel a few minutes later than expected. It appeared the hotel was a little more remote than she thought it was. She shrugged; all that mattered was that it was luxurious and exclusive enough for her status. Everything else wasn’t a big deal as long as she came to get the adventure she was looking for there.
"Hello, Madam, welcome to The Vegas Executive Hotel. How may I be of help to you?” The receptionist greeted her upon seeing her. The glow in his eyes showed he recognized that she had quite an important personality, just from the way she looked.
“I need a space to spend the night.” She said.
"Alright, Madam, pick your choice from the list displayed on the chart to my right.”
She picked the double, which was the most expensive, while the receptionist nodded excitedly as though she had just confirmed his thoughts.
***
After taking her bath and ordering dinner through the intercom, she dialed the number Rod2020 had given her; it rang three times before he picked it up. His tone was calm and intentional.
“Hello?"
"Hello, yes, Rod, this is Vivian... Vivian 131.”
"Yeah, I’ve seen your text. I’m actually in a taxi right now, on my way. Can you hear the revving of my car engine?”
“I think so. Anyway, cool, I’ll be waiting.” She replied. Then she hesitated before she added,
“The room number is 217, and don’t forget to get condoms.”
He laughed, then allowed a stretch of silence in between before he said, “Ok."
“Alright then.” She followed up and was about to hang up when his voice came again.
“What are you wearing?”
It was Vivian’s turn to laugh.
“What a question.” She said.
“Just answer.” He maintained.
"Well, if you must know.”
“I’m in my underwear.” She said and laughed again.
“What color?”
“Come on, Rod, you’re close already; why not just come and have a look yourself?"
“Please,” he insisted.
"Alright, it’s pink.” She said, He was silent again.
She listened like an excited schoolgirl while he appeared to be smacking his lips at the other end of the line.
“Daddy will be there soon.” He said, hanging up from his head. While Vivian knocked her eyebrows a bit confused about the weird conversation, she shook it off as one of those things that happens in Vegas. As the saying goes,
"What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” She said to herself, drawing the sheets of the expansive bed over herself as she waited in anticipation for the face of Rod 2020.
***
She was still lying on the bed when her intercom started ringing. She picked it up, and the voice of the receptionist came through.
"Madam, a man is standing with us here asking for entry into room 217, which is your room number. Are you expecting anybody?”
“Ask him for his name.”
The receptionist paused to do that. Then he came back and said, “Madam, he said his name is Rod.”
"Alright, let him in.”
“Right away, Madam.”
She took deep breaths, feeling a mix of anxiety and excitement. As she put on her towel, she sat at the edge of the bed, waiting.
A minute or two later, she heard the two firm knocks on her door.
She hesitated first and then again hurried over to open.
The man in her profile was at the entrance, smiling right back at her. He was a bit younger than she thought and just as handsome as his profile.
“Daddy is here.” He said finally, locking the door and marching in. They went into business right away.
She took off her towel and jumped on him while he held on to her firmly, his hands wound tightly around her waist as they kissed. He bore her weight steadily and led her to the bedside, then laid her gently down before spreading her legs apart and taking off her underwear.
He brought it closer to his nose to sniff, “Precious pink.” He muttered, and Vivian laughed while watching him.
“Naughty boy.” She said,
He paused and said, “Give me a minute to use the restroom.” He pleaded.
“Alright, darling,” Vivian responded still, lying naked with her legs spread apart on the bed, without any care in the world.
He came back a minute later. And proceeded with the mouth gig going down on her, licking and eating her matured cunt in and out. She moaned aggressively. He zipped down, put on his condom, and penetrated her. His dick game was quite good, but it was nothing like Adrian's. She climaxed once after so much pounding before the French kissed some more to seal the night. She fell asleep in his arms.
She woke up the next morning with her head on a pillow. She was still half asleep, so she tried to feel the hairy surface of Rod’s skin on the bed, but all she could feel were pillows. She got up and blinks repeatedly to come fully awake. Then she called, "Rod, are you in the bathroom?”
“Yeah.” His voice echoed back.
“Oh.” She exclaimed.
He came out of the bathroom fully dressed; his hands were wet, and he was running a comb through his straight hair.
"Missing me already.” He said as he came over to kiss her lips twice.
“Is that going to be enough?” She asked with a childlike expression. “I was hoping for something like early morning sex... You know how good it always is in the mornings.”
“I know… I know, sweetie but I’m sorry. I have to rush now. Maybe some other time.”
“What time is some other time?” She asked, looking distraught.
“Is Friday next week a good time?”
“Make it Thursday.”
"Alright, Thursday it is then.” He said, going over to kiss her on the head. Before leaving. Vivian had rolled on the bed, propping a pillow in between her legs, when he opened the door, got out, and closed it back, smiling to himself.
Outside the hotel, Rod hailed a taxi down the street. As soon as he got into the car, he brought out his phone and dialed a number. When the person at the other end picked up, he said,
"Meet me at Trenton Avenue. I have her tape.”