I walked into the room. It was smelly and sweaty and the air tasted like cigarettes and beer. There were two men in the room. One with a camera, and one with an opinion. The room was dimly lit and the bathtub was running. I proceeded to bathtub and began to remove my clothes. Jeans, t-shirt, bra, underwear, and I slipped off my sandals. I stepped into the warm inviting bubbles and stretched my legs out. There was plenty of room. I quickly clipped up my long blonde hair so it wouldn’t get wet. I then began to massage the soap onto my breasts and slowly dipped my hands beneath the water to spread my lips and softly rub my little runway of pubic hair. Besides this I was bare, exposed, and vulnerable now.

 I slowly finished and stood up to step out of the tub onto the bear skin rug. I reached for the white long sleeve button up that was folded neatly to the side. It was a man’s size. Beneath it was a long black wife beater that resembled a small tight black dress once it was on. I then slipped the white shirt over my head and began to undo some of the buttons.

 Next, the man with an opinion came up to me and started talking business. Upon negotiation he walked me over to the bed and proceeded to tie a leather rope around my wrists and to the headboard. Then he quickly blind folded me and told me to stay calm. I laid there listening to the soft jazz in the background buzzing from the joint I had smoked walking through the parking lot. It had been a dreary day but business was business and I had agreed to these terms.

Finally a piece of duck tape was placed on my mouth and my arm was tapped to let me know it had indeed begun. At first it was gentle. His cock sliding slowly into my pussy that tightened upon introduction. It was warm and big and I began to get wet as he nibbled on my breasts. He took me over and over again until he was satisfied that he’d done everything imaginable with the exception of anal sex, which had been the deal. My long hair was sticky with cum and my blue eyes stung from the cloth hiding them. He hadn’t even known what he’d fucked. Probably the best fuck of his life and he didn’t even get to look me in the eyes…but that was his choice not mine. I had not deterred him from his fantasy in anyway and complied with all the details. As he lifted himself off of me a rush of cool air hit my body and my nipples became hard. It was over and I heard the door click and the camera guy leave.

 The guy with the opinion stayed to untie and unmask me. We chuckled at what had just happened and cracked open the remaining beers. It was cool on my tainted tongue. All I could taste was salt. Should have had a margarita, I thought. But it was over and I was paid as the guy with the opinion ranted and raved at what a good job I had done. Little did he know I practiced for free to become just that good. He gently placed one bill down after another until I was clutching a wad of cash. Hawaii, I thought. I’ll take her to Hawaii. And the lights went out. I woke up in my own bed the next morning with a headache. The phone rang and a shrill went through my ears. I picked up the receiver, “hello”. My friend from Montana responded with urgency, “It’s me. What in the hell have you been up to? I haven’t heard from you in forever. I replied, “Nothing. This is Vegas. Nothing ever happens here”, and then smiled as I looked in the mirror at my shirt that read…What Happens Here Stays Here.