Slots

What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas - that's the rule. But, as Kala looked at Jay, standing by the slots, she wanted to own the rule.

They'd shared messages via a dating app. She was in Vegas for a conference. He was in town for a guys weekend. Neither especially wanted to be there.

It was sensory overload. The lights, sounds, smells. Kala was a small town girl. Jay...didn't know what he wanted, but it wasn't Vegas.

Both were searching for an escape - intimacy.

A hook-up seemed the perfect choice; in a city built on luck and chance, having a choice felt like winning.

'Hey,' she said, slinking in behind him. Giggling as she caught him unawares.

Tall and lean, built like a basketball player - dressed like a dweeby freshman.

'Your mom buy you that shirt?' she teased, as he spun around to see her.

He smiled - warmly enough to melt her. He was as hot as she'd hoped.

She was as cheeky as her messages.

They played with each other's fingers. His thumb brushed her knuckles; a spark, then a kiss - quick, certain. Lights flashed around them.

Kala smiled and took a breath.

'We don't, you know...' Jay said, swallowing.

'I think we both know we are.' Kala laughed, unashamed, taking him by the hand to the elevators.

Kala was calm and assertive as she led Jay through the maze of the casino floor. Inside she was aching for a release -- but he didn't need to know that. Not yet.

Jay felt like all eyes were on him. Each face a smirk. Like a naughty child caught with his hand where it shouldn't be.

She turned, bit her lip, and squeezed him tighter.

The elevator was clear. They kissed.

'You're so hot,' he mumbled through their kisses.

He held her by the waist. She took his hand and placed it on her butt.

'Isn't that better?' She whispered, with a cheeky grin.

The stillness of the elevator was wonderful; as they ascended, the noise of Vegas fell away, until it was just the two of them.

They reached her door. Kala leading. Muscles tight, the ache wanted -- needed -- its release.

She fumbled with the card and the lock. Jay pulled back slightly.

He tried to speak. He wanted to know she was certain. He suddenly felt like a boy.

Kala turned to him as she pushed the door open.

'C'mon,' she said, tugging his shirt, pulling him inside.

Jay looked around; Scuffed paint, tired carpet -- just another Vegas hotel room.

Kala scooped up an armful of clothes from the bed and chucked them in her suitcase.

'Room tidy!' She giggled, sounding pleased with herself.

'You didn't bring me here to admire your housekeeping, did you?'

She stared at Jay. The only soundtrack was from the monotonous hum of the hotel A/C. Imperceptible on the casino floor. But here, in Kala's room, it was all Jay could hear. That and his own heartbeat in his ears.

Kala kicked her heels off. She was much shorter than Jay. He imagined his mom calling her 'A dear lil thing,' but shuddered inwardly. Now was not the time to think about his mom.

Kala waltzed over with her red-painted toe-nails. standing on her tiptoes for a kiss.

'I'm not normally this kind of girl,' she smiled pressing her face up to his.

'Our secret.' He whispered back, kissing her lips. Then her neck. Her collar. Her chest.

Kala's breath shallowed. Her body tightened.

From her room overlooking The Strip, they slowly undressed each other. Neither wanting to go too far too fast.

Kala liked how Jay's hands felt on her body - assured. Strong. Playful.

Jay found her skin soft and flawless. She looked amazing dressed. Stunning underneath.

A naughty look flashed across her face. A glint in her eye.

'What?' Jay asked, her look causing him to smile.

She gently took his hand and walked the two of them, naked, over to the large window. Standing right in front of it.

'Exposed to Sin City,' She murmured tracing her fingers down him. Along him. 'Tut-tut,' her grin widening.

'I don't think it's that kinda glass,' Jay said, with a sharp intake as Kala's hand gripped around him.

Holding each other's gaze.

'Pity. Because I feel like being that kinda girl.' Kala purred -- eyes locked with his -- sinking to her knees.

They fucked.

Somewhere between total strangers and soulmates. Two outsiders but who instinctively knew what the other needed. Desired.

Laid on Kala's bed -- her body wrapped around his. Naked. Unashamed.

Muscles relaxed. Body truly happy.

'I haven't gambled since I arrived.' She mumbled. Enjoying the gentle stroke of his fingers up and down her spine.

'No?'

'Not once.'

'What was I then?'

'A sure thing,' she replied, trying to sound nonchalant but succumbing to the giggles.

His eyes burned into the top of her head. She expected a playful smack.

Instead he kissed the top of her head. Kala shuffled deeper into his arms.

'Won't your friends be missing you?'

'I don't think they care too much. They are having a good time anyway.'

'Have you had a good time?' She asked, slightly uncomfortable with her own question.

He looked down at her perfect naked body, wrapped into his. He wanted to scream with joy.

'Yeah, I'll give you a decent Google review,' he laughed, pleased with his own joke.

'Less than three-stars and I'll be pissed,' Kala mockingly grumbled, pulling at Jay's chest hair.

'What about me?' He asked, worried he sounded needy.

'You're ok.' She replied.

'Ok?' Jay said, manoeuvring himself so he could look in her eyes.

Kala tried to act demure but quickly started smirking.

'I think I need one more go,' She said, pressing her body against his. 'Just for, you know - fairness,'

'Fairness - of course,' said Jay, holding her tightly.

'Then I'll drop you back at the slots.'

They laughed. They fucked some more.

They won.