Eden’s Angels: TG Escort Service

What Happens in Vegas

At last.

Here I was. Las Vegas. A city of full of lights and dreams and endless possibilities.

An rich oasis, plopped down right in the middle of the empty desert. I’d actually never been to a desert before. Everything was hotter, drier, and different shades of brown, yellow, and red. Very different from what I was used to.

My name’s Colin Cornell. I grew up in a small town in Michigan. A little place you probably never heard of called Sweet Creek. It was nice there. I mean, I liked it. Lots of big lush green trees, wide open grassy spaces, plenty of little rivers and streams. It somehow managed to keep its small town charm over the years, without being completely left behind in time.

Nothing like the shine, glimmer, hustle, and bustle of Las Vegas. This city was so bright and noisy. Everything felt so compact and squished together. Crowds of people visiting from all over the world. All here to see the shows, eat exotic foods, celebrate and party, and gamble away their savings.

I’ve never lived in a big city, but I think I’d like it. I don’t know. I think about moving a lot, but somehow, never do. I’ve visited places like Chicago, New York, and LA. Every time I travel, I remember how it’s a big world out there, and how I’d love to see and experience more of it.

I had a steady, good-paying job back home. Automotive engineer. You’d think with a job like that, I’d be designing cool new cars or figuring out how to make carbon-free electric vehicles run faster and longer. But nope. Not me. Some guys did. That’s what originally got me into this career. But somehow I ended up in the less exciting, less fulfilling side of it. I was responsible for picking component materials, based on their durability and cost effectiveness. Exciting, I know. I helped oversee production, took detailed notes, recommended adjustments in some of the mechanical components, and… yeah, I’m boring myself just thinking about it.

Maybe someday I’d move out of Sweet Creek. Begin a new adventure. Try something new. Maybe a start whole new line of work. But what? I had no idea. I was almost 30 years old now. If I was going to make a career change, now was the time to do it before I got any older.

I wish I could do something more fun, more creative, more … I dunno. Something.

My life was in a rut. Everything felt slow, boring, stale. Every day was pretty much the same. Don’t misunderstand me, it was comfortable and overall I was happy. Well, about as happy as the next guy, really. Not “unhappy,” anyway. Just… bored. Just… wishing for a change, but I wasn’t sure what.

For now, little vacations would have to do.

And Las Vegas was the most recent trip.

This trip wasn’t for me though. Not really. It was for my buddy Jack. You see, he was finally getting married, and the four of us guy friends decided to fly out to Vegas for one wild, no-holds-barred, weekend-long trip to remember. A bachelor party he’d never forget.

We never thought Jack would settle down and get married. He was a sworn bachelor for life. Or so he used to say. When he finally met “the one,” all that changed. And we needed an appropriate guy’s weekend out to celebrate his final days as a single man.

Jack had never been to Vegas, but always wanted to go. So that settled it. The four of us used some of our vacation days or called in sick, and made an extended weekend out of it. Just enough time to fly down there, have some fun for a few days, and return home.

Personally, I wished we could’ve stayed longer, but that’s all the time we could get with the four of us together. So we’d just have to make the most of it.

Brian, my best friend since childhood, was in charge of all the food during our trip. Breakfast, lunch, dinner, and dessert – it was his job to make sure it was delicious, fun, and full of variety. No two meals would be the same. A different restaurant for every meal. And fortunately, Las Vegas had no shortage of dining options for us.

Kevin, a mutual friend, covered all the practical logistic stuff. The hotel we’d be staying at, securing a rental car, buying tickets for various shows we wanted to see… That sort of stuff.

And me?

I had the best job for our weekend celebration.

It was my task – nay, my duty, honor, and privilege – to plan not one, not two, but three different forms of “female entertainment” to remind Jack of just what he was giving up.

I had it all figured out. I did my research online. I had something unique and special planned for Friday, Saturday, and the biggest surprise of all on Sunday. Kevin booked us a nice luxury hotel. Brian got us reservations at all these classy restaurants. And I made sure we didn’t cheap out on the girls.

It was only the best for Jack and the rest of us. A weekend to remember. A weekend to celebrate our friend and the end of an era. A time to celebrate and mark the beginning of his new life as a married man.

It was going to be epic.

Our plane landed in Las Vegas early Friday afternoon. We picked up our luggage, got the rental car Kevin had reserved online, and drove to our hotel. After checking into our separate rooms, the guys wanted to do some obligatory gambling. I played a few slots and hands of Blackjack, but quickly lost the money I was willing to lose on the first day. I had to save some for tomorrow and Sunday, too. We only had three days here. Technically, two and a half, since the first half of today was spent traveling here and getting settled in. First thing Monday morning, we’d be on a flight back to Michigan. Not nearly enough time to enjoy all this city had to offer.

That was why we had to make sure that everything we did do was time well spent. We’d spare no expense. Go all in. Have a blast. Make some memories. Only the best for us and our buddy Jack.

For our first night in Las Vegas, I got things started by taking the four of us out to the best exotic dance club in town . A place called Purgatory.

Everything was heaven and hell themed there. The drinks were named things like “Sinful Seduction” and “Heavenly Bliss.” I’m not sure what they mixed into their alcohol, but it was some of the best stuff I ever had. And the girls – oh man, the girls – wow. Just wow. All A-class stunning beauties. Gorgeous. And their costumes and outfits fit the club’s theme too. Some of the “bad” girls wore red skin-tight leather with matching devil’s horns. The “good” girls had on these silky, elegant white things, that seemed to magically curve around their bodies through every sensual movement. Some had wings as part of their costume.

Of course, little by little throughout their dancing act, the girls wore less and less, and soon, you couldn’t tell who was a devil and who was an angel anymore. It blended together into a scene of pure erotic bliss and absolute naked perfection in all their beautiful feminine glory.

One of the devil girls gave Jack a lap dance he’d never forget. The way she moved and twisted her sensual body around him was like poetry in motion. Pure erotic elegance. Just the right amount of teasing, seduction, and sensual touch. It was amazing what this woman could do.

Me, Brian, and Kevin all chipped in extra to pay for Jack to enjoy an exclusive session with her in a private room.

Although prostitution was legal is Las Vegas, this club had a strict “hands off” policy. Their girls were to be watched and admired – but that was it. If they touched you, that was okay. But the girls were always in charge of what did or didn’t happen.

And let me tell you, it was worth every penny. The way she danced. The form and figure of her body. So sensual. So powerful. So magical.

She enchanted us with her moves, with her body, with her eyes and the way she so playfully smiled and let out the cutest feminine giggle.

Any one of us would’ve married her on the spot.

She was irresistible.

“You did good,” Jack said to me.

“Oh, the weekend’s just getting started,” I said.

Later that night we went back to our separate hotel rooms. We were all pretty revved up from the dance club. I know I was. I hadn’t had blue balls this bad in years.

I couldn’t stop thinking about one of the girls in particular. This little blonde angel. She was on stage, doing her thing, and suddenly we made eye contact. An instant connection. An almost mystical feeling between us. I felt like she could see into my soul. A bond, a link, an unspoken connection across the room. She smiled at me. So damn cute. Her body, so beautiful and sexy. Flawless, smooth, so feminine. I wanted her. I wished I could have her.

So alone in my bed that night, I imagined her with me. Our bodies pressing against one another. Her staring deeply into my eyes again. Our hands touching, caressing, fondling, moving across and all over each other. Making love. Fucking her cute little blonde brains out.

Of course, it was actually just me laying alone in my hotel bed, using a soft, silky-smooth towel I had found in the linen closet. I had a girlfriend back home in Michigan. Her name was Ashley. I would never cheat on her. Not for real. This was just my imagination. Just a harmless fantasy. Stuff everybody did all the time.

But as I stroked myself in that silk towel, fantasizing freely about that half naked – and eventually, all naked – beautiful angel girl I saw dancing on stage earlier, I still couldn’t help but feel a little guilty inside. Ashley knew why we were here. She knew what happened at bachelor parties. This was what guys did. There’d be lots of beautiful girls we’d see over this weekend. She just said she didn’t want to hear about it. As long as I promised to stay faithful and not cheat on her.

And I wasn’t cheating on her. Not technically. That dancing girl wasn’t really in bed with me… although, if I was totally honest, I wished she was. I was a guy. I couldn’t help it. I had needs. I had desires. And women were just so damn beautiful. So sexy. So sensual. So desirable. So irresistible.

And, well… Ashley and I hadn’t exactly been that sexually “active” lately. It’d been like that for several months now. I wasn’t sure what happened. Life got in the way. I had long hours at work. Or she had to travel for her job and was gone for two weeks straight. I thought we’d have sex again when she got back, but she was just too tired, so she went to sleep right away. And on other nights, honestly, sometimes I just wasn’t in the mood. Well, that’s not accurate. I wanted sex. I just… didn’t feel “excited” by her anymore. We’d been dating for a long time. We knew each other well. We were comfortable, familiar… And I guess the spark and chemistry just wasn’t as strong as before. I don’t know where it went. One day, I just realized it was gone.

We did have sex one time, after drinking a little too much at a holiday party. But it was all over pretty quick. Not very satisfying. That was the last time. Six months went by and we hadn’t done it since.

Maybe if we lived together, it’d be different. But she said she loved having her own space. So we stayed in two different homes. In the beginning of our relationship, we visited each other all the time. Would sometimes stay several days at the other person’s place. But work schedules, laundry, visiting relatives, and other practical things… it just made it easier and more logical to stay in our own separate homes most of the time.

In the beginning, I had high hopes for our relationship. I was so totally madly in love with her.

But over time, I dunno. I was starting to think maybe she wasn’t the one after all. I was 29 years old. I thought I’d be married by now. My parents got married when they were in their early 20s. I figured by my mid-20s, I’d at least be with the girl I was going to marry.

But here I was, about to hit 30, wondering if this relationship was even gonna last another year. So many of my friends from high school and college were married and having kids by now.

I was beginning to feel left out.

I really didn’t want to start over. I didn’t exactly meet many eligible women at work. Most of my co-workers were other men. And the few women who did work there were either married, engaged, too old, or a lesbian. Where was I supposed to meet new people now? I hated online dating. I didn’t think I’d meet my kind of girl at a bar. I lived in a small town. Very few women my age were even still single!

Ashley was a nice person. I didn’t want to break up with her. But if we only occasionally saw each other and never had sex, was she actually still my girlfriend – or just a friend, that I used to have sex with?

I want somebody special in my life. Somebody to love. Someone who loved me.

I didn’t know if I wanted kids or not. I was open to it, with the right girl. But even if it was only me and her, I still wanted to feel like I was part of a family. Like I belonged. Like I was wanted, needed, valued, and appreciated. Not just “some guy” who’s around, out of convenience and familiarity, but nothing more…

I loved Ashley. And I knew she loved me. But were we “in love” anymore? Why were we staying together, if we weren’t?

I stopped masturbating. As beautiful as that angelic dancer was, suddenly I lost interest. I felt sad. Depressed almost.

Was this my future? A comfortable, familiar, but loveless and sexless relationship? A comfortable, familiar, but boring job? Vacations once a year, fantasizing about other girls I’d never get to be with? Celebrating other people finding true love… while I felt left out in the cold?

My heart was heavy.

I didn’t want my life to continue like this.

I wanted a change. I needed a change. I had no idea what or how. I didn’t want to break up with an otherwise decent girl. I didn’t want to quit a good-paying job without something better lined up.

But what could I do? Where would I go? Where would I find a new relationship?

There were only so many options around Sweet Creek, Michigan. Maybe that was my problem. I never left the small town I grew up in. Everything was too familiar, too safe, too comfortable.

But I didn’t want to wake up ten years later, suddenly turning 40, and have everything still be the same.

Again, my life wasn’t bad. … It just wasn’t that good, either. I was just kinda… existing.

Maybe I needed to stretch outside my comfort zone a little. Expand my horizons. Meet new people. Learn new things. Try new things.

Make myself a new man.

Should I move to a new city? Change jobs, maybe a whole new career? I could maybe move to Chicago. Or was that still too familiar and close to my comfort zone? Maybe New York instead? Too expensive. LA or San Francisco? Eh, I dunno. Austin, Atlanta, Orlando, or Seattle? Wow… where did I want to live? So many choices. So many possibilities.

I’d been to some of them. Maybe a little more traveling and exploring was in order first. I could check a place out. See how I liked it.

In the meantime, I could research options online. Look up jobs, cost of living, average climate, that sort of thing. It sure would be nice to get away from the cold winters for a change.

But for now, for the rest of this weekend, I was here to celebrate Jack. Honor him. Make sure he, and the rest of us, had a good time.

Tomorrow was Saturday. I had more female entertainment lined up. The Purgatory club was just the warm-up act. Tomorrow evening, I had booked reservations for an adults-only restaurant called “Eve’s Garden,” where all the waitresses were naked from head to toe – and throughout the evening, they performed on stage in a talent show. The naked girls would sing, dance, play music, tell stand-up comedy jokes, play with a hula hoop, or whatever they wanted, and then the audience voted for their favorite act. Only in Las Vegas, right? What a town.

But even that was just a tease. Another warm-up, leading into the final act, the ultimate gift, the grand finale of Jack’s bachelor party weekend. On Sunday night, I was going to hire an amazing escort to give Jack a night he’d remember for the rest of his life.

Incredibly, Jack’s fiancée gave him permission for one free pass with any one girl of his choosing, before they got married. Sort of her pre-wedding gift to him. But once they were married, that was it. No more sleeping around. Jack had to be solely faithful to her. But if he needed to sow one last final wild oat before they did, this would be his only opportunity. So I had to make it count. I was in charge of this. And I was going to make sure this last girl was absolutely and totally worth it.

In a way, I also kinda wanted to test Jack. For as long as I’d known him, he was a player. Not in the cheesy or creepy kind of way. More in the “I never want to settle down” kind of way. He was always up front and honest with the girls he dated. He told them he wasn’t looking for anything serious or long-term. And most were happy to be a one-night or short fling. Of course, it didn’t hurt that he was handsome and rich. Some tried tying him down, but Jack was a free spirit. No girl could keep him for long.

Not until he met this one. Then everything changed.

But still, I wondered, could he really say goodbye to all that freedom and fun? All that variety, a different girl every week?

I kinda envied him.

But maybe he was growing out of it. Maybe he was ready to settle down. Or maybe this girl he’d found was really just that incredible. She seemed pretty amazing to me.

I mean, what kind of girl gives her fiancé permission to sleep with a stranger during his bachelor party weekend? She must’ve been really confident and comfortable in herself. Or maybe they had a more open relationship and I just didn’t know about it. Maybe polyamorous was a better choice for him.

Either way, I could speculate all night. Guys didn’t talk about their relationships much with other guys. It wasn’t really any of my business, anyway. All I knew was he had her blessings – and it was my job to find him the best lay and hottest girl money could buy in this town.