Chapter 8: Sebastian

"Strippers, again!" I said as soon as we were in our suite of the Wynn Las Vegas Casino Hotel. Mason must have shares in strip joints or something 'cause he never seemed to have a problem booking one.

"What's up with you?" I play-punched Mason to let him know that I was thinking more about the adrena-line of losing money and winning on the tables. About drinking too much and perhaps flirting with the odd girl. Seeing another stripper just brought Emma to mind. It had made me laugh when Mia accused Emma of having work done. When I used to visit Sophia in college, every guy wanted a piece of Emma. Even since she was nine-teen, she had those same big boobs and ass to match. Shit, I knew it was all natural and as a teen, I was hot for her. I was young, and she was like this goddess that used to share a room with my sister. Back then she had glasses and whenever she used to sway her long dark hair back to get it out of her eyes, it only made my crush even worse.

Now I was all grown up, but she still looked at me like that spotty little kid that used to stutter in her pres-ence. Sophia used to laugh at me and tell me that she was too old for me. Back then there was a big gap between fourteen and nineteen. Now, it was no big deal. She was back in my life as our sports doctor. Those professional boundaries should have made me want to stay away, but those teenage feelings came back the moment she showed up that day at the pool.

"I came here to have fun. If I get..."

"Wait, did he just say if?" Kent said as he pointed at me. I was surprised that he'd come on the trip without Mia. I thought those guys were joined at the hip.

Mason felt my forehead, "No, he's hot. He's not well. He's losing his mind or something. 'Cause there's no way he would say if, if he was feeling well!"

I pushed him to the side. "Guys, can we have fun for once without it involving pussy?"

Paul, Mason, and Kent looked at me as if I was crazy or something.

Paul blurted out, "Nah!"

And then they shook their heads and mumbled something. I ignored them as I hit the showers and left them alone to do whatever they had in mind for this weekend. I wanted to party, win, and maybe lose some money. As for pussy, the way I was feeling right now I didn't see it happening.

But as my mom always said, "Never say never."

And I locked the door behind me, in case any of my friends had ideas about making someone join me in the shower. Right now, I just wanted to be alone.