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Las Vegas Strip — Taco Spot June 14th, 2015 — 11:37 PM
The Vegas heat simmered on the pavement, still warm beneath my thighs as I sat perched on the hood of Austin’s sleek black muscle car a pristine classic that practically screamed money, power, and trouble. In my hand, I held a slightly messy but shockingly delicious street taco, the spicy sauce dripping recklessly onto the aluminum foil wrapper in my lap. Austin took another huge bite of his own taco, chuckling as he wiped sauce from the corner of his lips.
“Damn,” he said appreciatively, licking his thumb clean. “This might be the best taco I've had in my life.”
I laughed softly, nodding. “Not bad, right? Sometimes the best meals come from places you least expect.”
He turned slightly, looking me directly in the eye, his green gaze reflecting the glow of Vegas neon around us. “I guess tonight’s full of surprises. Like meeting you, Ava.”
I smiled warmly, feeling my stomach flutter at his sincerity. “I could say the same about you.”
He studied me quietly for a beat. “So, what’s next for you after Vegas?”
“Back to L.A.,” I said, glancing toward the lights of the Strip. “Keep building my brand, getting clients, taking over the world same old, same old. How about you?”
Austin shrugged, finishing his taco and wiping his hands clean. “San Francisco. More deals, more meetings, more startups. But now I think I might have to make a stop or two in L.A., if you’ll let me.”
“Hmm, so you’re saying we should keep in touch?” I asked playfully, nudging him with my shoulder.
He grinned widely. “Absolutely. I’m not about to let a woman like you slip away.”
I smirked, pulling my phone from my clutch and handing it to him. “Well, then you better give me your number.”
He quickly tapped his digits into my phone, saving himself as “Austin” with a flame emoji that made me laugh out loud.
“So where are you staying anyway?” he asked, handing my phone back.
I hesitated briefly, slightly embarrassed. “The Pink Passion Hotel. It's...cozy.”
His eyes widened in disbelief, shaking his head firmly. “Oh, hell no. There is absolutely no way a fine-ass woman like yourself is staying off the strip in that cheap ass pink nightmare. Why don’t you come back with me instead? I've got a penthouse suite at the Lumiére. Best view in Vegas, guaranteed.”
I paused for a second, contemplating, then shrugged casually, though my heart beat a frantic rhythm. “You know what? I think I will.”
Austin grinned triumphantly, sliding effortlessly from the hood and holding open the passenger door for me. “Buckle up, Ava. I’m about to give you a night you’ll never forget.”
I climbed into the plush leather seat, my pulse pounding as he sped off down the brightly lit strip, neon lights reflecting off the car’s polished surface, blending into a whirlwind of excitement and temptation.
When we stepped into Austin’s penthouse suite, my jaw dropped. The suite was a vision straight from a Dubai fantasy—walls of floor-to-ceiling windows showcasing the glittering Vegas skyline, polished marble floors with golden veins, chandeliers dripping with Swarovski crystals, velvet furnishings in shades of deep purple and midnight blue. A massive canopy bed dominated one side, draped in sheer silks and lined with silk-covered pillows that promised luxury and decadence in equal measure. The air itself smelled like wealth and seduction, a blend of expensive cologne and imported spices.
“Holy s**t,” I breathed, taking it all in slowly. “Austin, what are you, some kind of prince?”
He laughed, clearly pleased by my reaction, and casually shrugged out of his jacket, hanging it neatly on the back of a velvet-upholstered chair. When he pulled his shirt over his head in one smooth motion, my mouth went dry. His torso was sculpted like something from a Michelangelo sculpture defined abs, broad shoulders, powerful chest—every inch of him exuded strength, control, and raw masculine energy.
Damn.
Instantly, I was digging through my clutch, heart racing wildly as I searched frantically for the condoms I knew I’d stuffed inside earlier, just in case. Because let’s be honest—what was really so wrong about a spontaneous one-night stand with a fine-ass rich man in Vegas?
Austin caught me searching through my purse, eyebrows raised with amusement. “Looking for something, Ava?”
“Oh, just something important,” I muttered vaguely, digging deeper until suddenly, the condom wrappers slipped from my fingers, scattering embarrassingly onto the pristine marble floor.
Austin’s eyebrow lifted slowly, amusement and surprise dancing in his eyes as he calmly bent down, picking up the condoms between two perfectly manicured fingers. He held them up with a smirk, eyes sparkling mischievously.
“You looking for these?”
My face flushed hot instantly, and I stumbled backward, embarrassment burning through me. “Oh god, Austin, I…I’m sorry, I didn’t mean, normally when a man invites a woman back to his hotel in Vegas, that’s just what's expected—”
He stepped toward me slowly, chuckling softly, shaking his head as he tossed the condoms casually onto the floor. “Relax, Ava. You didn’t offend me. But let’s be real, baby those wouldn’t fit me anyway.” He leaned into my neck nostrils flared and took one long inhale a soft growl vibrating in his throat.
My eyes widened even further, breath hitching at his cocky declaration. Austin moved to a large ebony dresser, pulling open the top drawer to reveal an entire arsenal of golden-wrapped, king-sized condoms neatly arranged in rows, like ammunition ready for battle. He lifted one, holding it between two fingers confidently, flashing me a seductive grin.
“See, this is what you’ll need if you wanna mount this stallion,” he teased wickedly, eyes darkening with desire. “Now, should I grab the reins, or do you think you can handle me without them?”
The Lake View Hotel Los Angeles, Penthouse Suite 161
Friday, August 22nd, 2025 — 10:12 PM
“Oh, hell no!” Keisha shouted, slapping her thigh loudly. “Girl, Austin got that big-d**k energy literally, huh? Now everything makes sense!”
Toni threw her head back, roaring with laughter. “b***h, you’ve been dickmatized since Vegas! King-sized condoms? Drawer full of gold wrappers? Ava, your ass hit the jackpot for real.”
Camille shook her head gently, a knowing smile on her lips. “I don’t usually advocate reckless choices, baby, but in this case carry on. You earned it.”
Latrixa leaned forward sharply, pointing at me with dramatic flair. “So, this is why you can't leave that white boy alone! Ava, you should’ve started your story right here. Size matters, sis, size matters!”
I buried my face in my hands. “Y’all are horrible. Let me live!”
“No judgment here, Ava,” Nia smiled warmly, eyes twinkling. “Because let’s be honest good d**k will have you reevaluating your whole damn life.”
Keisha raised her glass high, grinning mischievously. “Amen to that! Cheers to Ava’s life-altering Vegas d**k experience.”
“Amen!” Toni echoed loudly. “This explains everything the fights, the drama, the sneaking around all for Mr. Big Stuff.”
I shook my head, smiling helplessly. “Y’all have no chill.”
“Nope!” Toni yelled gleefully. “And neither did Austin, apparently!”
My story was now fully on display, raw, real, and ratchet exactly how these women loved it.
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