by Angel Devlin
“Okay. Where next?” Jonno demanded, his red hair adding to his look of devilment.
“Let’s go to the nightclub.” I started to walk in the direction of it and the rest of them followed.
“This place is fucking huge. We could fit the population of Leeds in here.” Max’s mouth had fallen open.
“Let’s get some drinks.” I gestured to the bar.
We had a few beers and then it was time to hit the floor. “Come on, time for me to search for a wife.” The place was loud and bustling and I wasn’t sure I’d be able to hear what any potential wife said to me, but I’d give it a go.
Max immediately zeroed in on a hot blonde and that left me facing her friend who had her back turned to me. She was bound to be butt ugly. It’s how it went.
Then she turned around.
Oh. My. Fucking. God.
Her long dark hair swished around her face as she danced, lost in the music. She was wearing a white dress which due to the heat clung to her body giving me a large hint of what lie beneath—an amazing pair of tits. As she looked up, I saw her eyes were green and her mouth looked like it needed to be fastened on mine, just as she launched in my direction.
“Why don’t I do this more often?” She asked.
Mila
A few hours earlier…
“Oh my God, I cannot believe you brought me here.” I shouted over the very loud noise huge groups of women were making. We were at the Excalibur waiting for Thunder from Down Under to come on stage.
“Hey, we needed to start the evening right, girl.” Jenny laughed. She’d ordered herself a Black Russian while I’d gone for a glass of white wine, which had elicited an eye-roll.
“Can I just tell you that there’s no playing it safe tonight. We’re to be that slammed we don’t know which way is up. I have an urge to party.” Jenny said, and she whooped as the men walked on stage.
Loud catcalls came from the audience as the men danced to Uptown Funk. I was used to a noisy bar, but these women were wildcats.
The men performed stunts and gymnastics and changed outfits several times going from firemen to cowboys to a SWAT team. Any woman’s fantasy, they performed it. I was pleased that we weren’t too near the front as I watched one of the men spray champagne out of his mouth in a fountain all over the women, who screamed like he’d showered them in diamonds.
“That’s just gross.” I pulled a face.
Jenny called over a waitress. “Honey, could we have six tequila shots here please?” She turned to me and waved a hand over me like I was Cinderella pre-Prince and glamor. “This shit stops now. You will down the tequila and we will party.”
I sighed and sat back, thinking about my situation. I was twenty-three, it was Saturday night in Vegas, and I was acting like I had a stick up my ass.
The tray of shots came, and I picked one straight up. “Come on then, let’s get the party started.” I yelled, and we drank the drinks in quick succession. I choked a little and my eyes watered but I just giggled. “If I get into any trouble this evening, you have to pay my bail money, okay? We’ve all watched The Hangover. We know how this can go wrong.”
“Nothing will go wrong. We’re gonna have a good time and maybe get laid.”
It was at that point I realized a man from the troupe was making his way over to us. Tall with long dark hair he was wearing a tank and pants. He stood in front of me and gave a hip thrust in my direction. “Go for it, Mila.” Jenny yelled.
The guy dragged me to my feet and danced with me, pulling me toward his groin. Then he sat me back down on my chair and ripped his tank in half in front of me revealing an oil-slicked chest. His pants were next, ripped off leaving him in just some tiny briefs. He continued to hip thrust at me and I smiled and yelled like I was supposed to. I could have a good time. The guy was hot, and the tequila was starting to melt my reserves. I almost lost my voice I screamed so loud for the rest of the show, but the tequila helped.
“Jenny, I want to dance.”
“I know just the place.” She said. “Come on.”
We entered Hakkasan at the MGM Grand. I didn’t think I’d ever get used to the size of all these places. There were floor maps as you walked in because the hotels were that huge. The MGM had several bars, a shopping area, a theater… You name it, it was there. But best of all I decided when I walked inside the place, was the nightclub. A large screen faced us with smaller screens underneath, all showing patterns that matched the beat of the music the DJ was playing. He stood on his large podium in front of the screens.
“Let’s dance.” I mouthed at Jenny and we headed for the middle of the floor where we let the music take over.
The night went on.
Dance.
Drink.
Dance.
Drink.
You get the message.
My dress was almost stuck to my body, but I didn’t care. I was having the time of my life.
“Why don’t I do this more often?” I yelled at Jenny, then I realized, it wasn’t Jenny.
I moved my head slowly. Where the fuck had my friend gone? Then I saw her at the side of me dancing with a guy with short blond curly hair. So who had I spoken to?
I let my head fall back a little so I could better focus on the guy in front of me. Dark hair, reeeeaallly dark eyes. His cheekbones, whoa! They were intense, like they’d been carved out of rock, and his lips, mmmm plump.
“You know you are feeling my face, right, love?” He said in a strange accent.
I pointed at him. “You’re British?”
“Yep, sure am, and you’re American.”
“That’s right. You’re so clever.” I giggled. “What’s your name and do you know Prince Harry because there’s time for him to call the wedding off you know?”
“Sorry, I spoke to Harry just last night, and he’s definitely going ahead with it.”
I sighed. “Pity. Are you single?” I grabbed hold of his hands. No rings. That was good.
“I am.”
“No girlfriend? Boyfriend?”
“Totally available.”
I touched his face again. “Are you real because I’ve had a lot to drink?”
He laughed and his face just got even better looking. I couldn’t stop staring and was amazed my body was still dancing.
“So are you on holiday?” He asked me. It was difficult to hear him and I kept having to get very close to him. I realized I kept scrunching up my eyes and wondered how that was helping me hear him better.
“No. I live here and work at Little Black Dress.”
“What’s that? A clothes shop?”
I clutched my stomach and laughed, then I mimicked his British accent but tried to do it like the Queen. “Ay-clothes-shoppe. Are you on vacation?” I asked him, “or did I make a wish and you went ‘poof’ from your house to my night out?”
“I’m Louis.” He said still dancing. I watched his hips gyrate. Holy fuck!
“Mila.” I shouted back. Then I danced with him, all sexy, up close and personal. My evening was sure going well. I glanced over to Jenny who gave me a thumbs up.
I loved Jenny, I decided. She was the most best friend forever-ever because this night was amazing.
The guy I was dancing with kept holding his cell up and filming us dancing and chatting but I didn’t care. If he wanted something to remember me by, so be it. Anyway, he was gorgeous, and I was in love.
“What are you looking for?” He asked me, an amused smirk on his lips.
“Cupid.”
“Cupid?”
“Yeah. He must be here somewhere.”
Hot guy grabbed me and pulled me closer. “Yeah, I guess he must be.”
We carried on dancing.
Mila
April 1st, 2018 - Sunday
I woke up, my face smooshed into my pillow. My head pounded and my mouth was so dry. I slowly sat myself up and then screamed because I wasn’t at home.
“Jeez, keep it down.” A male voice came from my lef
t-hand side. I slowly slid my eyes over to that side of the bed. Fuck! It was hot guy from last night, and he had no clothes on his top half. What about his bottom half?
I very, very slowly lifted the sheet up to look at my own body. Yup. Not a stitch of clothing, and then the memories from the night before started to hit, like someone throwing me a jigsaw to assemble but with pieces missing. But one thing I did remember.
His massive cock.
My pussy throbbed in recollection.
I brought my hand to my face and rubbed at my left eye where a pain throbbed behind it. Something hard hit me in the eye.
Fuck what was on my hand?
I held my left hand up in front of me, feeling all the blood drain from my face.
On my left hand, on my wedding finger… was a wedding ring.
Oh dear God, no!
I pushed at the body at the side of me.
“You. You there. I need to talk to you. Sit up, it’s an emergency.”
A sigh escaped the body and then he stretched out. Muscled arms stretched from the covers, a slight hint of the man chest. My core went slick.
Stop it. We need all body processes to the brain right now.
An eye opened and then another.
“Hey there, wifey.”
Wifey?
I swallowed. “Could you please tell me what’s going on, because I’m only remembering parts of last night?”
He looked shocked. “Which parts?”
“Well I mainly remember one big one.” I nodded my head toward where I imagined his crotch would be underneath the comforter.
He laughed and once again I was struck by how gorgeous he was. At least I’d drunk married a hottie.
“You don’t remember proposing? Or the wedding?”
A flash of a retro jukebox came to mind followed by an image of Tyrion Lannister from Game of Thrones.
“No.”
Those dark eyes bored into mine. “Oh. I feel a little offended that you don’t remember our nuptials.”
“I don’t even remember your name, never mind marrying you.” My voice was getting higher in pitch with every word I uttered.
“Louis. My name is Louis, Mrs. Clayton.”
Him calling me Mrs. Clayton hit me like the implosion of the Riviera Hotel.
My eyes scanned the door. I wanted to run. I escaped from the bed having spotted my purse in the corner of the room. Where was my phone? Where was Jenny?
In my haste the whole fact I was entirely naked completely escaped me until the air conditioned air hit my flesh, making me shiver and my nipples pebble.
“Come back to bed, Mrs. Clayton.” Oh my God even his voice was sexy.
“I need to phone my friend and see what happened to her. You know I’m not a good friend, right? Friends don’t leave their friends and go get married. Nu-huh.”
“Relax. She’s in the room next door with my mate, Max.”
My gaze lifted to his.
“No they didn’t get hitched.”
I stood in the middle of the room in my birthday suit. What did I do now? I needed all the details of what happened, and then I had to find out how to get an annulment. What had I gotten myself into?
“I love that tattoo by the way.” He said, nodding in the direction of my ass. “Didn’t taste of anything but body lotion though when I bit it.”
Staring at my new husband lying there with his come-to-bed eyes I decided fuck it, both mentally and literally.
Might as well make the best of a situation, right?
“Okay, I’m coming back to bed. Maybe some more memories will come back if we do it again.”
Louis pushed that gorgeous mouth out in a mock pout. “I’m hurt. I remember everything.”
“You do?”
“Yeah, I was merry, but I wasn’t wasted like you must have been. I mean, I knew you were pretty drunk, but you seemed to know what you were doing.”
Moving back across the room, I climbed under the duvet. “I clearly had no idea what I was doing, and I’ve decided the time to be sensible about the situation is not right now.” I snaked my hand across the bed trying to find his cock and see if it was definitely as large as I remembered.
Oh yeah!
“I thought you’d be out of the door seeking an immediate annulment.” Louis raised an eyebrow.
“First fact of our married life. Your wife is unpredictable.”
I could remember the beginning of the evening and dancing with Louis for ages. It was after that everything went vague.
I moved in closer.
“Second fact, Mrs. Clayton gives amazing head.”
I threw the covers off us and took him in my mouth.
It wasn’t easy. He was huge, but I was a pro at a blow.
Sitting astride him, I looked up from my position to the top of the bed. Louis’ eyes were closed, small groans coming from his mouth. I sucked harder, taking him to the back of my throat.
“Oh fuck, yes.”
Hollowing out my cheeks I bobbed my head back and forth, blowing him for all I was worth until he exploded into my mouth. I swallowed and moved back over to my side of the bed.
“Your turn.” My new husband said, and he moved down the bed. He pushed my thighs apart and his warm breath ghosted over my core and then his tongue flicked up my seam and I almost came off the bed.
“So wet for me.” He said, and that was the last of his words. Instead he used that tongue to flick across my nub rapidly, causing a bunch of sensations at my core. I pushed against him and his tongue moved to lick up my seam and dart inside me.
“Oh, oh, oh.”
He returned to my clit and pushed fingers inside me, twisting them this way and that while his expert tongue worked me, until I felt the pressure build and I came against his face. To be honest, I was surprised he didn’t need a lifeguard I was that wet.
As he moved up my body, I felt his cock against my thigh. It was hard—again.
He moved over me and pushed against my heat. I gasped as he filled me to the hilt.
“So fucking tight.”
I doubted I was, this wasn’t my first rodeo, but I guess I’d seem so with that beast pushing inside me. I felt strangely proud that my pussy seemed fit. Maybe the three Kegel exercises I’d performed in my life had done something after all?
Then all thoughts, rational or otherwise, were forgotten as he thrust inside me while he kissed and sucked at my neck.
“Oh yeah, oh yeah. Please. Now. Now.”
He let out a huge groan as he came inside me and my pussy contracted around his cock. God, there were no words to how good it felt. An annulment could wait. I was going to shag my sexy new husband senseless.
I’d already lost mine.
Jenny had sent me a text saying she was going straight home from the hotel and would catch up with me later and was I regretting my actions yet?
I sent a quick text back saying I’d not yet had time to regret them with a wink emoticon followed by an aubergine emoticon.
After eating pizza in bed ordered via room service, I headed to the shower. Once dried and dressed, I looked over at Louis.
“So I’m gonna get going. Could you give me your details: cell number, home address, full name—anything else you think I might need?” I picked up a complimentary hotel pen and swiped a page off the matching note pad and scrawled on my info.
“This is me so you can get hold of me. It was nice being married to you for a day and if you want to hit me up for more honeymoon sex while you’re here then my cell number is there, although after tonight I’ll be working. In fact I’ll put my shifts on here too.”
Louis watched me with that amused smirk back atop his lips.
“What?” I pouted at him.
“Just wondering if getting married was the craziest thing I ever did or whether that would be getting the annulment?” He said.
“I wish I could remember the damn wedding.” I replied. “Trust me to forget the most important day of my life.” I giggled.
“I’ll be seeing ya, Louis Clayton.”
“You will.” Louis winked.
I caught a cab back to my apartment and changed straight into some comfy pajamas. I curled up on the couch, pulling a blanket over me, my head on a couple of cushions and I tried to think about what I could remember from the evening before.
Thunder from Down Under. I could remember all of that.
The nightclub. I could remember parts of that, mainly dancing.
Then what did we do? I couldn’t remember leaving but had a vague recollection of being hungry.
Yes! We grabbed a burger.
Then it was a blur apart from the jukebox playing Love me Tender, and this recollection of Tyrion Lannister. Only now I was remembering a very small Elvis too.
I leaned onto the floor where I’d put my purse and took my cell out of my bag, dialing Jenny’s number.
“Well, finally the newlywed emerges.”
“Jen. What the fuck happened?”
There was a pause. “What do you mean what happened? You don’t remember?”
“I remember the naked men, and the dancing with a hot guy. Then I remember you dancing with a blond one. I’m guessing that’s who you were with? Max, I think Louis said he was called.”
“Yeah, we had fun. I’m not seeing him again though. I got fed up of the constant recording of everything. His phone was never out of his hand.”
“Recording? What was he recording?”
“They were all recording various parts of the evening. Louis is a YouTuber. Did he not tell you? They’re recording their trip as he’s trying to hit a million subscribers. Apparently he’s going to do something epic while he’s here to try to break America and also to get the average age of his subscribers above fifteen. Well I guess they need to act older than three-year-old's then.
“So why did you go to the hotel with him if he was a chump?”
“I only shared his bed. I didn’t do anything with him. Well, maybe we made out a little, but we were next door to you and I wanted to make sure you were okay before I left. To be honest, I expected you to have a meltdown, and that we’d leave together. I didn’t think you’d actually stay with him all day.”