Heading to Mr. Barrett's house, where Carmella awaits.

Brunch with Charlotte goes without any trouble, after a good, thorough shower, and some fresh clothes put on; while she slipped into something more suitable. Grabbing you gear, you listen to her gossip while walking to the buffet down in the casino floor. When that was done, you part ways with Charlotte--for now, anyway, and you take a taxi ride to Mr. Barrett's house next. After all, you opted for a flight to Vegas, and you took a taxi ride to the hotel.

The house of Mr. Barrett, the editor-in-chief of "Intimate Fantasies" magazine, is in the Northeastern end of Las Vegas, up in one of the newer residential communities. It's quite a large residential house, with a large driveway and garage, and the back end of the house faces the skyline of both The Strip & Downtown. You pay the fare to the driver, then grab you gear, and exit the van. Mr. Barrett himself has already seen your arrival, and has the front door open for you, when you arrive. Formal greetings are exchanged, and you head inside, seeing the layout of his house, complete with photos of lingerie models, both classic ones of classic models, and centerfold pages from recent issues of the magazine. You & Mr. Barrett talk for awhile, first about the recent photo shoot with Charlotte, as you share the photos taken earlier in the day, as well as the previous night.

"I hope Charlotte was satisfactory for you, Alex." You hear a woman's voice, with her rich Florida accent, speak out. When you turn, you see the chocolate-skinned, dark-haired, tall, slim beauty that is Carmella. At 6'2", the 25-y.o. Carmella is one of the tallest models of her type, and she's worked hard and smart to have that "South Beach Body" that you now see. She's nicely muscled, as reflected in her shapely legs, and a nice, feminine six-pack abs. Her breasts are big for her otherwise slim frame, mostly covered by her red satin bra, with a matching g-string. You can see her lingerie because her red silk robe is open, and the clicking sounds of her red, closed-toe heels on the wooden stairs, can be heard, as she walks down.

"Well sated, if that's what you mean, Carmella." You tell her, standing so that you can hug her when she offers it. Playfully, you bury your face in her breasts, because of her taller frame. Carmella giggles, then playfully pushes your head away, so that she can sit down on the couch herself.

You sit down again, and continue your talk with Mr. Barrett & Carmella, going over any details for the photo shoot with Carmella. Carmella herself listens, having placed herself between you & Mr. Barrett, so that she can gently stroke the shoulders of both men. When all is said and done, you shake Mr. Barrett's hand; then you stand, and head upstairs, with Carmella following you.