It's the garage... and it's tiny

"I think it's the garage." Crystal checks the address. "Uh, yep."

"Maybe it'll look bigger from the inside," Stacy says.

Anna rolls her eyes. Being a physicist, she doesn't believe things are larger on the inside than the out.

Everyone groans when Crystal takes out her keys, opens the door and you all look inside. No, it does not look larger inside at all.

On the other hand, you quickly note that what does look large is the bed. With a little cuddling, it seems possible that all of you will be able to share that bed. Which is very much what you've been hoping for.

Anna checks her phone for the time then announces, "They have night club in Nevada casino. Positive Yelp reviews. We go there now. We drink. We dance. With drinking, this not so bad."

"Does Mike dance?" Crystal looks dubious.

"He stand there like a post," Anna admits. "But he try. Guys only there to make girl look good anyway."

You consider the dwindling state of your wallet and realize that you don't have much choice but to go along. You're pretty sure if you don't come, every guy in Nevada will be lining up to pick them up. Even if you do come, you'll have to fight off the assholes who want to fuck your girls. And there's no way you're going to let that happen. Sure you're a hypocrite but you believe that sharing stops when it comes to your women.

Half an hour later, the girls are all wearing sparkly dresses that show off long legs. Anna's dress also exposes sculpted stomach and major under-boob via strategic cutouts while Mara's seems to involve a couple of straps that cover her nipples while leaving the rest of her boobs exposed. Crystal's is slightly more modest, but only in comparison... and her legs are longer. Compared to the other girls, Stacy looks like the girl-next-door with a short black dress that plunges to show impressive cleavage but without any **** exposure.

"You look good," Anna assures her, apparently picking up on some doubt. "Once you dance, you get attention. Except Mara. She can't dance."

"I dance fine," Mara protested.

"Maybe. Except you hear beat no one else notices and move like robot."

The girls make you put on a silky shirt Anna bought for you... apparently she wasn't completely satisfied with your dance wardrobe and the five of you catch an Uber and head for Nevada.

Crossing the state line into Nevada is almost like entering a foreign country. On the California side, it's rustic cabins, ski lodges and boutique-style shops. On the Nevada side, it's bright lights and high-rise casinos set up to siphon off California's wealth while a combination of Indian tribes, Nevada lobbyists, religious zealots and mobsters keep gambling mostly illegal in California.

You head into the casino with, according to Yelp, the best dance club and you're allowed to cut to the front of the line although the bouncers give you a strange look before winking at you and letting you join the girls. Apparently it took them a few moments to categorize you since you clearly don't look like a gangster or an old guy enjoying a midlife crisis. You suspect they put you into the 'tech millionaire' category. Well, there are a lot of those in the bay area. Unfortunately none of the stock options you accumulated ever paid off.

The dance floor does not live up to Yelp standards. It's large but mostly deserted. The DJ is doing his best to play fast danceable music but it isn't working.

Until, that is, Anna drags you and the girls out on the floor.