In Vegas

Jennifer looked to all the world, and most importantly her friends, like she was having a great time in Vegas, but in reality she was increasingly tense inside. Of the 6 best friends from college, only she, her slutty friend Nikki, and her absolute bestie Jill were still unmarried. Now Jill was about to get hitched, and at least Nikki had the excuse of not wanting to get married.

Jennifer sighed in the shower of the hotel room she was sharing with Nikki and turned off the hot water, the steam billowing out as she opened the shower door. She stretched her body as she looked in the foggy full length mirror. She was only 5'1" tall, but made up for it by staying exceptionally slim, and her D-cup tits looked especially large on her small frame. She had recently chopped off much of her hair into a pixie cut and died it light blonde, which she felt played off her dark eyes and mediterranean skin. She knew she looked good, and yet... she always felt inferior somehow.

As if on cue, Nikki walked in, completely nude, complaining about how long Jennifer was taking in the bathroom, and walked into the shower herself. Nikki was a fashion photography model, 5'11", skinny, B-cup breasts, fair, flawless skin, natural red hair and pale blue eyes. Jennifer couldn't help but compare herself, and no matter how much she reminded herself of her positive assets, she didn't like what she saw.

At least Jill's fiancé is a fucking dud, she thought to herself. I mean sure, he was cute enough, and he was definitely devoted to Jill, but he was a loser as far as Jennifer was concerned. A "professional musician" in the loosest possible sense of the phrase, he worked an occasional gig as a fill-in keyboardist for jazz bands, and Jill would forever be basically the sole breadwinner in that relationship.

She smiled as she pulled on her plain black bikini briefs and thought about Sam. A real man, she thought to herself, can provide for his family. Still, she knew things were not perfect in her relationship, and her smile faltered as she continued to get dressed.

_He's so horny all the time, _she thought. It's not that she wasn't horny a lot of the time, too... but not like him. And his penis is just so, so... she laughed to herself as she thought about it. Nikki would probably drool if she even knew. But Jennifer was intimidated by it, and as far as she was concerned Sam should be eternally grateful for the occasional moments when she would let him penetrate her the inch or two she could actually tolerate. Maybe that's why he won't set a date? She dismissed the thought as quickly as she had it, refusing to let herself consider it any further.

***

Saturday night, the last of their two nights in Vegas, Nikki insisted on scheduling something more risqué for the group, even though Jennifer was technically in charge of the trip. She disguised her annoyance, because Jill and the other girls seemed excited, eager to get away from their husbands and have some fun.

They filed out of the limo and entered the male strip club, full of other women having bachelorette parties and more than a few gay or bisexual men. The club manager had been expecting them, Nikki having spared no expense, and guided them to the private bottle service area. And no one batted an eye at them, when Nikki took out her 8-ball of blow and set up some lines at the table for the more adventurous among them. It was no time at all before all the girls were varying levels of fucked up, Jennifer included, and requested two of the more attractive male strippers over to their area.

Both boys (and they are boys, Jennifer thought to herself, no older than 22) were dressed in nothing but a banana hammock, and Nikki directed the boy with the larger bulge to dance exclusively for Jill while the other one was shared amongst the five friends. The women cheered while the boys gyrated for them and Jennifer started to get into despite herself... something about the power they had over these boys was making her horny.

She looked over at Jill and saw that the boy had a shed his thong and was rubbing his body against her, his above average cock bouncing enticingly in the air. Not bad, Jennifer thought to herself, and he looks tiny compared to Sam.

She took out some twenties and waved them at the other boy. He sauntered over to her, letting her slip the money into the thong. Her hand lingered, and he smiled.

"You want to take it off, baby?"

Jennifer licked her lips and pulled the boy's thong down. His cock was nowhere near as impressive, but as it flopped into the air it started to get hard. Her mind numbed by **** and ****, Jennifer let her fingers dance over the skin of his cock, and it rapidly inflated.

"No touching, baby," he whispered, "let me do that."

He wrapped his own hand around his cock as the girls cheered, and stroked himself to full hardness quickly. Surprisingly, he was even bigger than the boy with Jill–the bulge had been deceptively small. Fully hard, he was still smaller than Sam, but it was damn close. Nikki whooped with delight and came up behind him dancing against his back.

"Gotta love that big dick," Nikki laughed.

If she only knew, Jennifer thought, if she only knew what it's really like with a big dick..."\ but she could feel herself getting wetter and wetter, her gaze locked on the dancer's huge cock.

Before anyone could say anything, she was out the door ordering an Uber.

***

Back at their hotel room, Jennifer was trying to sleep, but the coke and her horniness were doing her no favors. Images of the dancers at the club kept flashing in her head. She closed her eyes and imagined her hands wrapped around both cocks, the boys groaning, getting ready to cum... but then she imagined hearing Nikki moaning, orgasming, and it was Sam fucking Nikki, and she was taking his entire cock...

She hadn't even noticed how close she was, but very soon after she touched her clit she came harder than she had in a very long time, her body seizing all over, followed by small spasms of pleasure, almost like aftershocks.

***

She must have fallen asleep like that when she quietly woke an hour and a half later to the sound of Nikki entering the room, shushing the guy she'd dragged with her. Jennifer pretended to be asleep but snuck glances as they stumbled in, hands all over each other. She didn't recognize the guy, who knows where Nikki picked him up. But soon he was groaning, naked, Nikki swallowing his cock. Jennifer watched Nikki pull her head back and saw that the guy's cock was at least six and a half inches long, and thick... she couldn't imagine how Nikki had learned to swallow that much dick. It must have taken a lot of practice, she thought, and she started quietly touching herself again.

The guy attempted to return the favor, going down on Nikki for a bit, but she had no patience for it, throwing him on his back and climbing on top of him. She rolled a condom onto his dick and slid her pussy down on his cock, her lengthy frame undulating as she rode him. Jennifer bit her lip, entranced by the vision of her sexy friend riding a stranger, taking him so deep.

Nikki lowered her body so that the guy could suck on her nipples and grinded her pussy in small circles on his cock, sheathed deeply inside her. She began to make small moans, quiet, and then suddenly her hips stopped moving. Jennifer knew she must've cum. Nikki kissed the guy as she raised her hips off his cock, then licked her way down his body. She removed the condom and took his cock back into her mouth. The man groaned, and Nikki pulled his cock out of her mouth, stroking him until he spasmed and came all over her face. Jennifer felt herself cum at the sight, her pussy spasming around her fingers, and bit her lip harder to stifle any sound.

She closed her eyes and heard the sounds of both Nikki and the stranger going to the bathroom, before the sound of a kiss and the door to their room opening and closing.

"I know you're awake," Nikki said quietly.

Jennifer opened her eyes slowly to see Nikki, alone and naked in bed, looking right at her.

"Did you like the show?"

Jennifer blushed. She pulled her covers further up her body.

"I don't know what you're talking about," she responded curtly.

Nikki laughed. "Suit yourself."

It took a long time for Jennifer to fall back asleep.

***

On the long flight back to NYC, Jennifer kept her headphones in, watching some dumb movie and not talking with the other girls. Her mind was buzzing, full, anxious. Would she tell Sam what happened? Did she even understand what had happened? If she was hoping for answers before she landed, before she saw him, then she was sorely disappointed.