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The first thing I notice at the time of disembarkation is how heavy the desert climate is for those who are not used to it. My nose immediately clogs and an itch spreads at the tip. Once outside the airport, a rented Bentley awaits us under the direction of a driver with a friendly smile and dark hair cut close. I almost thank your feet for the air conditioning on at most.The route along the highway is tortuously long, and I spend most of my time watering my eyes with eye drops. Penelope grumbles from her dry lips, and I have to agree that mine are increasingly cracked. Hunter remains looking at every inch of road we travel, attentive and mesmerized with the buildings that rise in the distance.When the driver starts chatting with Penelope, saying he has been visiting the city since he was ten years old, I realize that we are approaching the region known as The Strip and I poke Hunter with his elbow."This is practically the center of all the best hotels and nightclubs in the city,"
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Tall and clumsy, Christian Johnson, the cousin that the whole family is ashamed to assume as a relative, has just cooled the plan that had everything to be perfect with his stupid question.All heads turn to me, and I get mute. The lie we told my mother was so lame that I don't have the courage to repeat it out loud. In my defense, I wasn't expecting a party. If I had known that I would find half of my family gathered to crucify me, I wouldn't even have dared to open my mouth."Dean is Hunter's best friend," I joke a little. "When Hunter had problems with his cell phone number, he passed his friend's contact, and my mother got confused between the two. My fiancé has always been Hunter!”I don't even convince the elderly lady sitting in the corner of the couch. My grandmother analyzes Hunter's physiognomy, squeezing her eyes enlarged by the immense prescription glasses."Did you change your fiancé, dear? "She asks."If it's ever been difficult to get one, imagine two," says Christian,
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"Cliché" mocks Christian. My mother watches the scene with a little more attention."The cliché gave me a wonderful woman. "Hunter doesn't look away from Christian. "What did your pride bring you?”Christian opens his mouth, I don't know if he's shocked or ready to let out another mess, but my mother is faster and hits his ear with a strong slap."Don't be ridiculous in front of people who are not in your family, Christian. We can't put up with you anymore, imagine someone from outside!”My family scream in a collective laugh, Hunter also manages to laugh a little. I'm so nervous that I don't even risk moving my lips. I can always say some nonsense or give myself up in the laugh.“Man, I liked you! "Exclaims my older brother, giving Hunter his place on the couch. "Sit down, tell me how you managed to endure my sister's paranoia for so long.”Hunter settles down, looking so big on the small couch, that my relatives around him are just aged children. He rests his cane on the wall and st
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"How do you say "beautiful boobies" in Turkish? "Lawrence asks Hunter, studying him as if he were a kind of God of perversion.I said more than once that it would be a bad idea to come to the Hooters Hotel and Casino, but, having as company three people who do not make the slightest point of hiding the obsession with the female sex, I was forced to agree to make our first stop at the place where the waitresses parade in short and tight clothes to earn the night's commission.An undeniable fact about Las Vegas is that it is always very easy to be dazzled. Hotels and casinos may seem to tourist eyes like large shopping malls, whose specialty is to sell limited objects and souvenirs. But the more comfortable the environment becomes, the more you spend on slots spread over almost every floor.The Hooters lobby is entirely reserved for games. Slot machines, poker tables, automatic roulette, among others. It is always very easy to feel stimulated by the celebration of others and the loud mu
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The subject is no longer important when the waitress walks to us with the tray full. Just as she did while writing down our order, she details about each sauce and accompaniment of the fried wings, breaded seafood, and cheese balls. When she is about to return to no matter what hell a woman like this can come from, my brother thanks her in the Turkish dialect and ends with the blessed words that Hunter taught.To my joy, the silicone blonde closes her face and moves away quickly. Either she doesn't have the same cold blood as her colleagues in putting up with the cheeky flirtations of customers, or Hunter may have taught an unforgivable swearing. Anyway, it's wonderful to know that such a woman has an advanced intellect."Well done" cantarolo with satisfaction. Next to me, Hunter doesn't even move, pretending total innocence.Lawrence makes a vulgar gesture with his hand."Maybe she's a lesbian.”Penelope doesn't seem to find it too funny in the comparison, but she is pleased not to h
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My tattoo between the thighs awakens with the touch of Hunter's fingers, and when the cart under us leans towards the first descent of the intense roller coaster, my air disappears. The wind whistles through our hair, the voices behind us become sighs loaded with expectation, but still, my senses scream for the lethal exploitation of his fingers, sliding from my skin to my panties.It takes a second for everything to happen, and I take it to decide that I don't care. I don't care about anything but the attention that the man next to me is offering me. It's not about business tonight, just fun.Still on the thin and lacy fabric, Hunter presses that point at the apex between my legs, separating the lips from my intimacy with the pressure of the middle finger, and thus, with a gasp that escapes from the bottom of my throat, the world runs at full speed by the impulse taken by the toy putting itself in motion, and we fall.I don't know if I end up screaming or moaning, but the friction of
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The breath escapes through my lips, and the blood rises to my face, leaving it flushed and warm. My vision crepts, as well as my body, shaking around the ecstasy that flows and drowns my consciousness. The reflection of pleasure in my swollen intimacy makes me shake hands, and one of them is still on Hunter, squeezing more and more as the toy slides through the dark tunnel and returns to its starting point. I shudder, relieved, and still wishing for more.I open my eyes when the sounds of the boarding platform for the toy become deafening, echoed by screams and conversations of the next in line, and the tunnel lights go off at once. I wipe the last tears with one hand and turn to Hunter before pulling the hand that is on him. But I regret looking down, and not at your face, because I realize where my hand was, what I thought was your thigh, and what rises below it.I blush even more, holding the dull laughter and the shame that hits me hard. An ad on our foreheads would be much less e
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I waste precious time looking at my cell phone and Tony's messages informing the activities of the day in the company, as I instructed him to do, and as soon as I close the door, I break into a pilaster in the narrow corridor of the house.Not a real pilaster, but the man who plants himself in the way like a pilaster and does not make the slightest effort to get out of my way. Hunter has his arms crossed, looking at me from above. Your cane rests on the wall, completely forgotten.“What do you want? "I ask, keeping my cell phone."Remember you that we will sleep in the same bed," he replies, seriously.I frown my eyebrows."Who said that? Let's sleep in the same room. You sleep on the floor.”Hunter's expression is slightly debauched, but he doesn't say anything, instead, he stretches one of his hands and pushes my stomach lightly. He pushes me until he makes me turn and hit my back on the wall, and as if by reflection, I raise the unicorn between us. Hunter carefully takes it by my h
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