Beau continues, “All you need is four eggs, a scoop of vanilla protein powder, and water. You shake it up in the evening and then drink it. Overnight, the uptick in cholesterol will trigger an increase in testosterone production. You’ll feel like the Incredible Hulk during your morning workout, lifting weights you never imagined possible. You’ll have the added effect of the boner. But it’s the egg, powder, and water that make the magic. That is what you call a Boner Shake.”
“Huh?” Sulley interrupts as she rejoins the circle. “What in the world did I miss?”
Layla, who was apparently taking notes, gives Sulley a summary of the Boner Shake recipe. Like me, she’s much morefocused on the larger erection than on the muscle-building effects of it.
Daylen then makes a series of crude jokes. I swear, every time I think something nice about him, it’s like he knows and says something stupidly annoying.
TWELVE
KENNEDY
When we land, a giant party bus is waiting for our big crew, and we’re driven to our hotel. As we pull into the fountain-lined driveway, Sulley, Palmer, and I look at the stunning structure. It’s so glamorous.
We walk into what must be the biggest hotel lobby I’ve ever been in. It’s opulence on the most extreme levels, complete with more fountains, marble, dancers, and grand, elegant chandeliers.
There’s a man in a suit waiting for us, so we don’t have to wait in the regular check-in line. Layla has planned this to a tee. We all get our room keycards, and she’s got a spreadsheet of who is in which suite.
We head up the elevators and get our first look at our lavish suite. It’s incredible. I’ve never had a room like this. It’s like being in a movie.
Our suite has two large bedrooms with an enormous living room, kitchen, and bar between them. The kitchen is stocked with food, and the bar is overflowing with alcohol. Staying anything close to sober this weekend won’t be easy.
The wraparound balcony overlooks the entire Vegas strip.We’re all taking it in with both wide-eyed disbelief and anticipation. You’ve never seen five more excited women in your life.
Everything is high-end, from the Brazilian rosewood flooring to the high-thread-count sheets. Each bedroom has a large en suite bathroom, complete with an oversized rain shower and jacuzzi tub suitable for ten people.
We decide to give Shay and Alyssa one bedroom while Sulley, Palmer, and I share the other. Shay and Alyssa are most deserving of some privacy from the rest of us. I joke to Palmer and Sulley that if my bra is hanging on the doorknob of our bedroom, they shouldn’t come inside.
Sulley makes a look of disgust and tells Palmer they’ll share one of the beds while I’ll get the other for myself.
We wash up and then spend the next few hours at one of the hotel’s massive sports bars. I allow myself one drink but am still a little trigger-shy and don’t accept drinks from the several strange men who offer them to me.
Every single basketball game is being played on the hundreds of televisions spread all over the walls of the bar. It’s like basketball porn, and we’re eating up every second of it.
After a few morning games, we decide to watch the late afternoon games from the rooftop pools at a different hotel. Apparently, the pools are set up like stadium seating, and there’s a huge screen with all the games playing. Layla arranged it so that one of the pools is roped off for our party. It’s fun to be a rockstar, even if only for one weekend.
I’m in my nicest gold bikini. Admittedly, I look sexy as sin. The top barely covers my nipples, and my breasts are big and spilling out of it. The thong bottoms show off my firm ass. My legs are super long, so I’m killing it in this thing. I have every man at the pool drooling over me. I’m offered twenty drinks before I even make my way across the patio, but I won’t be accepting a drink from anyone except the bartender.
I look over at Palmer to check on her. She was super self-conscious about wearing a bathing suit. We bought them at astore the other day, and she made a whole production about showing herself in it. We couldn’t get her to come out of the dressing room for twenty minutes.
She seems comfortable now as she and Beau are sitting together while they talk and laugh. I know she has a crush on him, but I’m noticing more and more lately that it might not be one-sided. Go Palmer.
I’m sitting at the bar now, waiting for my drink, ignoring the man trying to talk to me while I take in Daylen in his ridiculous swim trunks, complete with a cock in the middle. Cock as in the adult male chicken. He’s such a tool, but he has an amazing body, the best one here. His arms are shredded, complete with thick forearms and huge biceps. He’s got a broad, muscular chest with the same dirty blond hair that sits on his head. He has a respectable haircut right now, which isn’t usually the case. It looks freshly cut. His abs are so perfect that if you saw them in a photo, you’d think they were photoshopped. Naturally, his bathing suit is ridiculously short, so I can see his thighs. They’re as thick as tree trunks.
I find myself staring at his tattoo. I wonder who Rose is. An ex-girlfriend who broke his heart? Is that why he’s a manwhore? Or did something happen to fuck up his ability to have a real relationship, like what happened to me so many years ago? I have a bizarre and unwelcome pang of jealousy that her name is permanently printed on his body.
I look up at the guy trying to hit on me. A few months ago, I would have been into him, but I haven’t been with anyone since before New Year’s Eve. It wasn’t a conscious decision. I just haven’t been into the whole casual sex with a stranger thing. My current feelings of uneasiness around men might run a little deeper than I’m allowing myself to believe.
I offer him a small smile when he asks me to go to the hot tub with him. “Sorry, maybe another time. I’m here to hang out with my friends.”
He smirks, revealing dimples I’m sure many women droolover. “Come on, baby,” he grabs my arm, “let’s find somewhere quiet to talk.”
I pull my arm away and grit out, “Dude, it’s not happening. Don’t call me baby and don’t touch me again.” I try to stand to get away from him, but he boxes me in with his arms.
As if I didn’t just ask him not to touch me, he reaches for me again. Before his hand makes contact, Daylen appears from out of nowhere and grabs his wrist. “The lady said no. How it works is that when a woman tells you no, you move on. Fuck off, asshole.”
The guy’s eyes widen at the six-foot-five mass of muscle glaring down at him with a venomous look I haven’t ever seen on Daylen’s face until now.
“Wow, Daylen Humblecut. Sorry, man. I didn’t realize she’s your girl.”
