Kings of Vegas part 2: Dethroned

Part 24

We arrived at Harrah’s and walked towards the elevator. I spotted two scantily clad girls going in the same direction and my inebriated brain immediately judged them as hookers.
“Let’s go to the bar first and get a drink.” I urged. My friends all agreed, they didn’t want to deal with this any more than I did. After a round of well-deserved whiskey-cokes, we headed up to our room to enjoy our newly bought blow.
Back in the room we polished off the drugs and were feeling pretty good about ourselves. We beat the cops, the drug dealers and the hookers. Sure, we weren’t the Roman army or anything, but in our own way we had conquered Vegas.
There was a knock at the door. We all went silent. I made eye contact with Casey and Aaron and there was an immediate and inherent understanding that we would just pretend that we weren’t there. Pete had other ideas. He opened the door.
“Hello there, welcome to the party.” Only one girl came in.
“Hi guys, my friend’s running a little late.” She smiled at each of us individually. She was pretty decent looking. Dark hair, dark features, big ol’ boobs. She also appeared to be very young though I’m quite sure she was eighteen. Casey still disagrees with me on this one, but fuck him. She came in and sat down on the edge of the bed and asked who the birthday boy was. All my friends awkwardly pointed to me. She came over and sat on the edge of the bed I was sitting on and looked me in the eye.
“So what do you want, baby?” She smiled at me. Casey had heard enough and decided to leave the room and Pete quickly followed him. Aaron made no effort to leave. He just laid on the other bed in the room.
“Let’s pretend for a second I don’t really have the money for two of you. What would happen then?” I asked my lovely new friend.
“I could call and cancel the other girl if you’d like.”
“Yeah, I think that would be best.” I looked over at Aaron who laughed at our patheticness. I tried my best not to do the same. She made a brief call, then hung up and focused her attention on me.
“So what do you want?”
“I don’t really know how this works. What are my choices?”
She quoted me $300 and that I was guaranteed to “have a good birthday” for that price. I looked over at Aaron who knew I didn’t have that kind of money. It was at that moment that I decided for better or worse, I was going through with this thing. I handed Aaron my credit card and told him to go get an advance for me. He reluctantly took the card and left the room. The lady and I sat in awkward silence for a few minutes as we were waiting for Aaron to get back. She then excused herself to the bathroom. I was left alone to contemplate what I had gotten myself into. Finally, Aaron came back with the money in hand. He gave it to me and then took his place back on the bed, again making no effort to leave. When Charlotte the Harlot came out of the bathroom I handed her the money.
She set a clock radio alarm for fifteen minutes and took off most of her clothes. She danced for about a minute or two and then proceeded to take my pants off. Now, some combination of coke, booze and downright terror, I was as limp as the day I was born. It took her about 7 or 8 minutes to get me to a semi-erect state. She then went down on me (over a condom) and all I could do was force myself not to look at Aaron because I knew I would burst into laughter. The silence was palpable. Finally the alarm went off and she looked at me with genuine sympathy in her eyes.
“I wanted you to cum.”
“Yeah, I did too, but I guess things don’t always work out.”
She put her clothes on and left the hotel room. I pulled my pants back on and Aaron and I sat in awkward silence for a few minutes.
“I know you’re probably feeling like shit right now, but I’ll tell you this. You’re not doing too bad in the Johnson department.” Aaron finally said to me. I looked over at him and we both burst into horrible fits of laughter. We called Casey and Pete back up to the room.

We woke up in the late afternoon the next day. Casey looked over at me.
“Do you have any money left?”
“Some, but I spent way too much.” I replied. We agreed that although we were booked another day, it was best to just cut our losses and head home. The drive home we talked very little. We just listened to heavy metal. It turns out we hadn’t conquered anything.