"Of course," she said.
Jake stood and dragged Mindy over to the corner of the room. "What are you trying to do?" he asked her.
"I'm trying to get you some pussy," she said. "Do you have a problem with that?"
"You want me to have sex with another woman?" he asked.
Her eyes took on a certain shine. "Yes," she said. "I want you to fuck the shit out of another woman."
"Why, Mindy?" he asked. "Are you going to be getting a stud for yourself?"
She shook her head. "No," she said. "I'm going to be up in our room with you... watching you fuck her."
"You want to watch me fuck another woman?"
"Yes," she said. "I'm a bit of a voyeur, Jake, in case you haven't figured that out. It would turn me on tremendously to watch your cock sliding in and out of another girl's pussy."
Jake shook his head. "I don't believe this," he said.
"You don't have to believe it," she responded. "Just do it. Now which one will it be? The blonde dealer? Or do you prefer the new cocktail waitress they sent in to replace Bill's squeeze? She's pretty hot too."
"Mindy, you're telling me to be unfaithful to you. You're encouraging it."
"Faithful?" she scoffed. "Jesus Christ, Jake, we're not married. You're going to be heading out on tour soon. Are you trying to tell me you were planning on staying celibate all those months? That you weren't going to be sinking your cock into any of those groupies?"
"Well..." he started, unsure how to answer that. In truth, he hadn't really thought too much about that. When he did, it was always with the assumption that he and Mindy would be broken up by then anyway.
"Remember, Jake," she said, leaning in and sliding her tongue along his neck in a way she knew turned him on tremendously, "what happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. Now which one?"
He picked the blonde blackjack dealer. Mindy was right, he had been ogling her the entire day. She led him over to the pit boss, insisting he come with her so he could see how the ritual was performed.
"Is there something I can help you with?" he asked politely when they approached.
"Yes," Mindy said. "As a matter of fact there is. Mr. Kingsley is quite taken with that young blackjack dealer who has been putting down the cards for us."
"Ahh, I can certainly understand that," he replied. "Her name is Alisha. She's a fine dealer."
"Yes she is," Mindy agreed. "Very fine. Do you suppose you could ask Alisha if she would be willing to accompany us up to our room so we could enjoy her companionship in a less formal setting?"
"I will ask," the pit boss agreed. With that, he walked over to her and held a brief conversation.
"Are you sure you want to do this, Mindy?" Jake asked.
She smiled, unbuttoning her shorts and unzipping them, paying no attention to the dealers and cocktail servers in the room. She took his hand and pushed it down the front of her shorts.
"Mindy," he started.
"Feel me," she told him, sidling a little closer, pushing her breasts into his arm.
He licked his lips and pushed his fingers downward, across her smoothly shaven pubis to her vaginal lips, which were hot, swollen, and extremely wet.
"You feel how wet I am?" she asked him.
"Yes," he muttered, feeling the usual lust beginning to course through his body.
"So do you think I'm sure about this?"
"I guess you are," he replied.
The pit boss came back. He did an admirable job of pretending not to notice that Jake's hand was down Mindy's pants.
"Alisha would be honored to join you in your room," he told them.
"And we would be honored to have her," Mindy said. "Can you have her bring a deck of cards up with her?"
Alisha played her part well. She feigned shyness and uncertainty as they went upstairs in the elevator and then became giggly and seductive after Roberto set her up with a drink and two lines of cocaine.
"Thank you, Roberto," Mindy told him. "You can go now. Leave us a little of that wonderful cocaine and we'll make our own drinks from here on out."
"As you wish," Roberto said, departing with a smile and a bow.
"You ever play strip poker?" Mindy asked Alisha once he was gone.
She giggled again. "Maybe once or twice," she said.
"Up for a game with Jake and I?"
"I'm up for just about anything," she said.
Jake did much better at strip poker than he had at blackjack. This was not so much because of a turn in his luck as it was the fact that the two females seemed to be deliberately losing. Mindy's blouse and shorts went in the first ten minutes. Jake lost his shirt (to the appreciative whistles of both girls) and then Alisha lost her pants, shirt, and bra.
"Nice," was all Jake could say after getting his first look at those huge, natural breasts he had been ogling all night.
"Thank you," Alisha responded, her shy persona coming forth as she dropped the brassiere to the floor.
Mindy's bra came next and then her panties, leaving her completely naked and exposed. "I guess I'm out," she said. "Now you two play to the death."
It didn't take much longer. Jake lost the next hand and sacrificed his pants. Alisha lost the next and there went her underwear. She stood up to take them off, revealing a neatly trimmed bush of hair that was considerably darker than that on her head.
"What now?" she asked coyly as the underwear hit the floor.
"Now," Mindy said, "I guess we should give a little reward to the winner, shouldn't we?"
"That would only seem proper," Alisha agreed.
The reward was an agonizingly slow double blowjob. They had him remove his underwear and sit on the table before them. They then took turns sucking his cock, each one mouthing it for thirty or forty seconds before passing it over. After ten minutes of this constant stop and start treatment he was trembling with unfulfilled need, beads of sweat standing out on his forehead. Mindy sensed when he was at the end of his string and stood up from her latest round of slurping and sucking, her hand still gripping him.
"I think he needs to come, Alisha," she said, her hand moving slowly up and down upon him.
"Yeah?" she asked.
"Yeah," Mindy said. "I think he needs to come all over those big titties of yours."
That was exactly what he needed to do. Mindy jacked him faster and faster while Alisha positioned herself before him, squeezing and palpating her orbs to provide visual stimulation. It was less than a minute before he was spurting all over her.
"Now he needs to recharge," Mindy said sadly as she removed her semen soaked hands from his member. "Whatever shall we do while we're waiting for that?"
"I don't know," Alisha responded, her hazel eyes looking adoringly at Mindy's naked body. "I guess we'll have to think of something."
Mindy smiled apologetically. "You like girls, do you?" she asked her.
Alisha nodded enthusiastically. "I like them a lot," she said.
"Unfortunately," Mindy told her, "I don't. At least not in the way you're thinking."
"Oh," Alisha said, somewhat taken aback.
"However, I do like the feel of a woman's hands on me," she said. "Would you like to put your hands on me, Alisha?"
"Oh yes," she said, the sincerity in her voice unmistakable. "I'd love it, Mindy. Can I?"
"Let's go to the bedroom," Mindy said.
They went to the bedroom, Jake trailing behind them. He sat in a chair and watched as Mindy lay on her back on the large bed and Alisha proceeded to feel and stroke and squeeze and touch every square inch of her body. She played with her nipples for more than ten minutes and then stroked her way down her smooth stomach to her hairless crotch.
"It's so beautiful," Alisha told her, gazing at it with something like worship. "Are you sure you don't want me to kiss it just a little?"
"No," Mindy told her firmly. "No girly mouths on me. That turns me off. Girly hands, however, turn me on." She spread her legs.
Alisha went to work on her, stroking her outer lips and then plunging her fingers inside. She began to harshly finger-fuck her with three fingers while her thumb spun around Mindy's clitoris. Soon Mindy was bucking and panting her way through a powerful orgasm.