7 comments/ 10943 views/ 9 favorites The Tackiest City on Earth Ch. 01 By: magicsplash I'm putting this is in the BDSM section, so if you want ice cold dehumanization and extreme humiliation you only need to hit back to browse through hundreds of stories about that kind of thing. If you're looking for a romance flavoured with frequent missteps, D/S, and lots of light BDSM (gradually getting a little bit heavier as the chapters go on), then get yourself some snacks or a cold drink, sit back and relax. This is the story for you. Also I wrote this to appeal to both men and women, so both characters get nearly equal first person POV time, and I think you'll find they both seem fun and identifiable. Will The young Asian woman was silent as she gazed out the airplane's plastic window at the sprawling city of neon, technicolored lights that lay twinkling in the desert below us. I quietly leaned over my seat and peered past her. Just a few miles away, I could see the hotels and casinos of the Strip, tall and modern and garishly beautiful. Las Vegas was the only city I had ever visited that looked more alive at night than during the day. "Impressed, Saki? Don't be. It's the tackiest city on Earth." Saki looked over her shoulder at me with an amused little half-smile. "Oh is that so? And what makes you so sure of that Will, when we both know you haven't visited every city in the world yet?" She pushed me lightly on my shoulder, and I sat back down in my seat with my usual shit-eating grin plastered across my face. I cuffed her lightly on side of her head, "Don't get smart with me, young lady." She stuck out at her tongue, and made an en-garde gesture with her plastic fork, "Explain yourself then sir, lest I be forced to chastise you for your foppish lies!" I laughed and held up my hands in defeat. "Well, here's how I see it. Las Vegas has almost no culture of its own, so it just imports ideas from other places, and fucks them up super badly. Just wait until you see Caesar's Palace. It's this big casino on the Strip that's literally done in the style of ancient Rome. Statues, fountains, little busts of the Emperors. It's so stupid it's kind of charming." Saki had dropped her guard, so I plucked the fork from her fingers, and put it in the seat pocket in front of me. "Oh come on, that was too easy. You're such an amateur." Saki leaned back in her seat and rolled her eyes at me, as if the fork was suddenly of no more interest to her than all of the possible new boyfriends I'd teasingly pointed out for her over the course of the flight. "You're kidding about that Caesar's Palace place, right?" "You don't believe me?" Saki laughed. "No I do, but it just sounds so ridiculous." She glanced out the window one more time before sliding it shut. "I guess you have to take me there to prove it." I ruffled her hair because I knew it would annoy her. "It's a deal." The PA system on the airplane soon booted up with a chime, and a flight attendant announced that we were beginning descent into the Las Vegas area, and that they were coming down the aisle to collect garbage, and if we would please return our seat tables to their upright and locked position and stay in our seats they would be much obliged. I glanced at my watch. It was 5:30. That meant we were right on time. The sun would rise in a few hours. I'd slept yesterday afternoon, but Saki had taken a short nap on the plane. It hadn't really been necessary for us to take overnight flight to Las Vegas from Toronto but I'd wanted a day to spend hitting the Strip before the reunion got me down. Saki returned her seat table to its upright and locked position, and drained her little plastic cup of Sprite, handing it to me. "When is your family reunion again?" I handed the cup off to a flight attendant who was coming down the aisle with an open garbage bag. "It's tomorrow at three, and I don't want to be there a second earlier." Saki was looking at me with a concerned expression. "You really hate them, huh?" I sighed in exasperation and nodded. "Are you sure you don't want to talk about it?" "I'm sure." I flashed her a quick smile. "Okay," Saki shrugged. She didn't like to probe. "I suppose you can at least be grateful your grandparents are paying for this flight and the hotel and stuff." I let out a breath, "No. I owe them fuck all. Think of it like a business transaction. I'm doing them a favour by coming down, and they're doing me a favour by paying for it. " She hit me, but it was half-hearted, "Oh come on. That's disrespectful." I had to give it to her, she didn't know how funny she sounded. I suppose I hadn't told her how or why they were so fucking rich. It wasn't something you bragged about. I suppose it might seem strange that I was travelling with a friend to a city she had never visited for an event she wasn't going to attend, so to briefly explain, my grandmother had arranged for all the family to fly down to Vegas for a family reunion at her expense, and I, being the slick son of a bitch that I was, had told her I had been planning on spending the break with my girlfriend Tammy, and I wouldn't come if she couldn't come as well. I'd ended up conning her out of a room at a nice hotel on the Strip and two business class tickets. Then to nobody's surprise but my own apparently, I'd broken up with Tammy three days later, and I'd decided that rather than letting my extra ticket go to waste, I'd go ahead and offer it to Saki, my best friend from high school, whom I hadn't seen since Christmas. There was a bump as the plane got lower and it was buffeted by the wind. Saki looked at me excitedly, "Wow! Did you feel that? It went crazy there for a second!" I laughed at her enthusiasm. "I felt it, yeah, the same as I've felt every other bump, twist, and gut-wrenching fall this plane has gone through over the past four hours." Saki frowned at me, "Oh sorry Columbus, I forgot you're such a jaded traveller." I have to say she sounded just a little bit more sarcastic than apologetic. I was in no way a travel expert, but when I was a kid, I'd used to fly from Toronto to Las Vegas every Christmas to visit my grandparents who had big house in a local gated community. Eventually we descended into the Airport. The plane connected with the tarmac after a few partial thuds, and came rolling to a stop a few minutes later. We unbuckled our seatbelts and got our carry-on luggage from the overhead compartment. Thanks to our excellent seats, we ended up being two of the first people off the plane. We didn't have to go through Customs here because the because the United States and Canada were still friendly enough that we'd been able to do it because back in Toronto before take-off, which was a plus in my opinion. Luckily we hadn't been stopped. I led Saki through the terminal down to the road. Even here, there were people using slot machines in separate, cordoned off sections of the Airport. The way Las Vegas seemed to embrace its own image as the gambling capital of the world had always fascinated me. Every mall, every corner shop, every grocery store, even some of the fancy restaurants had their own slot machines, and almost always enough people to use them. There was a taxi already waiting for us in the parking lot outside the Airport. The driver was a nice Swedish guy with a really thick accent and bulging muscles who took all our bags to the back in one trip. I wondered to myself why a Swede was working a minimum wage job in Las Vegas, but when I decided to ask him, his response was vague and lead me to believe he wasn't welcome by the government in his home country. I talked with Saki for the rest of the ride. More than anything, she was fascinated by the palm trees that seemed to grow every few metres by the side of the road. "They really aren't that unusual, you know. From what I've seen, they grow them all over the southern United States." She looked at me and scratched her nose unconsciously, and I knew her well enough to know that meant she wanted to hear more. I rubbed the back of my neck, trying to think of anything I could add. "There isn't much else to say. They aren't coconut trees or anything...Did you know in Hawaii they have to hire people to keep coconut trees trimmed because otherwise a ripe coconut can fall off like a bowling ball and crack someone's head wide open?" "No," Saki shook her head, "I've never been outside Canada before." "Not even to Japan? I thought you had family down there." Saki looked at me for a minute, perhaps a little hurt. "No, I thought I already told you this. I almost went when we were kids, but when my mother told her parents she probably wasn't ever going to move back to Tokyo, they called the whole thing off." I hit myself upside the head as the memory came to me. "Oh right, that summer." When we'd been kids, Saki had spent every summer playing video games with me on my N64 at my house until I went to Vegas. Once when I was nine, she'd told me two weeks in advance that she wouldn't be able to come over again that year, but then abruptly showed up anyway. "I can't believe I forgot." A faint smile touched the corners of Saki's lips as she stared out the window, "That's okay, it's totally understandable. It was a long time ago. Hey look, a mirage!" I turned around to see what she was pointing at. "Oh yeah, that." In the summer, patches of Las Vegas sometimes get so hot that the air shimmers, kind of like when a kid presses his finger down on an LCD display and the screen goes all warped and colourful. That's what Saki was seeing now. In the outdoor malls, they sometimes have steel poles that look a lot like street lights and spray mist into the air, which enhances the illusion wherever the little roaming droplets of water happen to touch. When I was a little kid, I used to love standing underneath the polls and basking in the sun. When we arrived at the Casino and stepped out into the street, the heat hit us like a stifling polyester blanket had been suddenly tossed over our heads, and practically ripping our luggage out of the trunk, we sprinted for the sliding glass doors like lunatics. I'd never stayed in a Casino before, so I was kind of excited to see what kind of accommodation we would be getting as I checked in at the front desk. I'd seen the price my grandmother was paying for just three nights in this place, so I expected the room to be damned nice. I have to admit I was far from disappointed. It was pretty damned nice. It had a nice balcony with an excellent view of the Strip and the busy street outside, but was completely soundproof. The bathroom was ultra-modern and very well equipped, with a shower and a jacuzzi. There were two beds with a clean white blankets, two green leather chairs sitting on opposite sides of a low, glass table. It was decorated with bright modern art, and had a high definition television mounted on the wall. The air conditioning was turned a couple of degrees too high, but it was nothing to complain about. It smelled clean and invigorating. There was a pre-stocked mini-fridge in the corner, and Saki went and got herself a Sprite and a nice ice cold beer for me. I grinned at her as she set it down. "You know my tastes too well." It was almost noon by now, and we sat there in a comfortable silence as we sipped at our drinks and Saki turned on her laptop and went through her emails in the slightly too chilly room. Her clothes were damp with sweat, and her pink t-shirt clung to her small breasts like a sponge as she stood up and stretched her arms above her head with a sigh. "Is it okay if I go take a shower now? It's super hot out there." I waived my hand, "Sure thing. You don't need to ask my permission." I took another gulp of my beer as she disappeared into the wash room, and I heard the sound of the shower curtain being drawn, followed by the sound of pounding water I set the beer on the glass table, laced my hands behind my head and looked around. The clock on the wall said it was now 11:42, which meant we had roughly an hour to kill before I wanted to go out. I gazed at Saki's laptop on the table. It was still logged in. Ever since we'd been kids, Saki had never let anyone touch or watch her on her computer. I'd once been on a school trip with her and there'd been nothing to do but watch YouTube videos, but even then Saki had acted like at any given moment, a monster was going to randomly pop out of the screen and hand me all her secrets... I'd always wondered if she was just a little bit strange, or if she actually had something to hide. I glanced at the bathroom door. The shower was still running hard. I picked up the laptop and turned it around, bringing the screen to life with a brush of my finger. There was a GIF of a little girl dressed as a cupcake running in circles across the screen. I minimized Google Chrome and scanned her desktop. I was not surprised to find that she had organized everything into little folders. There was a Games folder, a School folder, a Pictures 2012 folder, a Pictures 2013 folder, all kinds of folders. One that caught my eye was a labelled Writing, so I double clicked it. I raised an eyebrow as the folder opened up into even more folders, this time getting a little more specific. They were fiction, non-fiction, essays, fan fiction, but far and away the most intriguing was labelled erotic fiction. I went in without hesitation. It opened up into a series of Microsoft Word Documents. They were titled things like, 'girl is tied up and punished by her master', 'girl is raped by stranger in the park', and 'cheating girlfriend is brutally punished'. What the hell? I'd been curious, but now I was agog. I clicked on the first document and I think my jaw dropped a few inches. The girl stood naked on the cold stone floor, ropes wrapped around her arms, legs, and breasts, keeping her held in place as she squirmed and shivered in the dim light of the basement, blindfolded, sweating, whimpering. Around her neck there was a collar, which was tied by a thin silver chain to wall. Her loose black hair hung limply over her breasts. Her master stood behind her, a thin black whip in his hand, gazing as her with dispassionate eyes. He put a hand on her shoulder, and forced her to her knees before him. She kissed his hand, groaning, on the verge of tears, "Master please. I'm sorry." I had to admit I was kind of blown away. Had Saki written this herself? Was this the kind of thing she fantasized about? I'm not proud of it, but I'll admit that I watch porn like every other guy in the world, and I've checked out my fair share of BDSM in my time, but I had never had so much of an inkling of a desire to write it down. This was new to me. Her master sighed in disappointed, "Your chance to apologize is over. Perhaps you should have thought of the consequences before you refused to answer my queries earlier this day, foolish girl. Plead as hard as you like, I won't forgive your insolence." The girl tried to bargain with him once more. "But master, please, I was in class and-" the girl screamed as the whip bit her back, and a red welt erupted on her pale skin. "Don't talk back to me," her master growled, "Speak again without permission, and I'll double the number of lashes you're about to receive." The girl gasped in despair, but fell silent. She was so ashamed. She knew she should have replied to those texts. This was what she deserved. This was what needed to happen to make things up to her Master. Because she was his property, not his equal. She felt tears stream down her face. I stopped reading as I heard the shower go off, and the curtain being pulled back. I glanced down between my legs, and realized I had an erection pressing out against my pants. Oh fuck. I put the computer aside, and stood up. I would walk it off. It was an unfortunate turn of events that Saki left the bathroom looking hot as hell, her small slender body put on lovely display by rather wet t-shirt she was wearing. I flopped down on my bed and pulled my legs up to shield my boner from view. Damn it. She reached into her suitcase and pulled out a comb and her make-up. "Forgot this," she grabbed her hair like a rope and started to run the comb through it, "I wouldn't want to get a really bad hair day while I'm in Las Vegas, would I?" "Oh huh," I said, still thinking about what I'd read on her computer. I'd dated so many girls over the years that I was pretty much deaf to hair care talk by now. Time passed, and she went back to her bed and flicked on the TV. She turned it to Nickelodeon. We didn't have Nickelodeon in Canada, so their shows mostly just went on YTV which even as a grown adult, Saki still really liked for some reason. I didn't really get it, but maybe it was nostalgia or maybe she didn't like things that felt too serious. About half an hour into a one hour special of a cartoon about the adventures of magical bald kid with a blue arrow painted on his forehead, Saki was still watching the TV contentedly. I sighed and looked at the clock. It was getting on in the day. "So hey, you feel like ordering room service?" She crossed her legs, "Sure, what are you thinking?" "I saw an Indian joint on our way upstairs, they had a sign that said they did delivery to the Casino hotel. You up for that?" I already had the phone in hand at this point. "Yeah, sounds good." "Anything in particular you want me to order?" "Mm mm." Saki shook her head absent-mindedly, eyes trained on the screen. The little boy had transformed himself into a giant Godzilla-like water monster and was destroying a fleet of battle ships. I rolled my eyes as I dialled the number. "Hey there. Yeah, I'd like to order some room service please; I'm in room 307. Oh yeah, uh, right you deliver from the Gala Tandoori place right? Yep okay. I'll have some, hmm, some sag paneer, some aloo gobi, uh, I guess some dal, and some baingan bharta. Also some plain rice and two naans please. Let's say medium hot for the lot? Cool that's fine. Uh, I'll be paying with cash I think. Thanks man, yeah just send it up now." I hung up the phone, glancing at Saki out of the corner of my eye. It took about twenty minutes for the food to arrive, and when it did, one of the naans was missing. The man apologized to me, said it was a busy night and he'd be right back. I took the tray of what he had he brought into the room. Saki was still transfixed on the screen, and had began to pick at a tiny scab on her left elbow. She cried out in protest as I picked up the remote and turned the TV off. "I was watching that!" "No you weren't, your show ended two minutes ago. I'm not stupid." I set the tray down on the glass table. "Don't be such a couch potato. Come eat lunch with me." I spooned out equal portions of the curry onto the two plates, and she came to get hers. After surveying for a moment, she looked up at me in mock disgust. "How could you not have ordered Butter Chicken? What are you, some kind of uncultured swine?" I laughed, and shot back at her without thinking. "Perhaps you should have thought of the consequences before you refused to answer my queries earlier this day, foolish girl!" And then I realized in horror what I'd just said. For a moment, a confused Saki gazed at me as if I had just spoken to her in fluent Latin Then her eyes darted to her laptop sitting on the bed, and her hands went to her mouth as her cheeks turned whiter than paper and the blood drained out of her face. When she spoke next, her voice was deathly quiet. "You went on my computer." "I-" I began, but she was already running towards the bathroom. "Saki wait," I leapt after her, but she reached the room a second before me, and slammed the door shut behind her with a bang that shook the hotel's walls. The Tackiest City on Earth Ch. 01 I heard muffled noises on the other side of the door, and I realized she was crying. "Saki?" I said, knocking frantically, "Can you please let me in?" I knew I should have been sorry, but I wasn't feeling very guilty at all. I was more upset about the fact that she was taking it so hard than about the fact that I'd snuck on to her computer. "So you can make fun of me some more? Fuck you, you jerk. That was my private... you had no right! I've always told you my computer is off limits to anybody but me!" "Saki, I swear I wasn't making fun of you." I said, twisting the doorknob with all my might, "Can you please open the door? I want to talk about this face to face." Saki pounded her fists on what sounded like a plastic counter, "No! You lost that privilege when you went behind my back! I'm staying in here until we leave!" I racked my mind for a way to get her out of the bathroom, and took deep breath. "Saki if you don't open this door right now, I will email your stories as an attachment to all our friends. Is that what you want?" There was a sob, and the door flung open. Saki stood in front of me with tears streaming down her face, and her eyes scrunched up as she shouted: "No you can't do that! If you do they'll know how much of a freak I am! I'm fucking serious Will, you can't. I'm sorry I'm so weird but please-" Before she could say anything else, and wrapped my arms around her and pulling her into a big bear hug, catching her by surprise and cutting her rant short. She struggled against me, but given that I am a 6'1 guy who works out on a regular basis, and she is a barely 5'5 girl whose only form of exercise is running to and from class every day, it was by no means a fair contest. A penguin might as well have tried to bench press a polar bear. "Saki, you're fucking weird for a lot of reasons, but those stories aren't one of them." "What do you mean?" She wailed, "If anybody found out... if my parents found out!" "Found out you have a thing for rough sex?" "Not just that! A thing for-..." She tried to speak, but the words had caught like a hook in her throat, and she swallowed painfully. She shivered, "Didn't you read it?" "For being punished? For submission? For BDSM?" Her reply was whispered, "Yes." I pulled back a little bit, and looked her in the eye seriously. "Saki, I honestly don't think people who know you would care. Your friends aren't radical feminists or red neck conservatives. Your parents are modern and cool. As long as you practice this kind of thing in a safe way, I'm sure it wouldn't change their view of you." "Do you really think so?" She was finally beginning to relax in my arms. "Of course. Not that I'm really going to tell them, that was just a ploy to get you out of the bathroom. It's entirely your business who you have sex with and how you do it." We stood there in silence like that as I held her almost awkwardly close like that for a few moments longer. Then we were interrupted by a knock on the door. "Room service," the man on the other side announced, "I've got your naan." I released Saki and made sure to give the man a ten dollar tip. I shut the door as he left, and guided Saki back to her seat with a hand on her arm. I gave her the fresh naan, and watched as she silently scooped up some curry and neatly put it into her mouth. I watched her chew it. Saki was probably one of the few people in the world who I could stand to watch eat for hours. It was just so neat and surgical, never a drop spilled. I went in for a bite of my own, and I know was not nearly as elegant in comparison. "I guess we could try it." I said as she went for another bite. Saki started to cough violently, and a piece of chicken flew out of her mouth. I only narrowly managed to avoid it as it whizzed past my ear and hit the mirror behind me. "Try it?" Saki looked up at me in shock. I raised my hands, "Only if you want to. Or are you too good for a white guy?" Saki let out an angry snort, "That's a cheap shot, Will. You know that not how I am. It's ju- just..." she faltered and looked away, trailing off as she unconsciously bit her lip. Then it seemed like realization she had been looking for suddenly hit her, "That we're not even dating! You're a fucking con artist Will. You're just looking for some easy sex." I leaned forward and put my hand on hers. "I don't see you as easy sex Saki, and there's a saying that was invented for precisely this kind of situation. Know what it is?" Saki was slowly turning red, and she shook her head. But her eyes said she did. I smirked, "What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas." Saki made a little noise in the back of her throat as she stared at me like a shy doe caught alone in a clearing. "But you're my friend, m-my best friend. There's no way." "I'm a friend you've drunkenly made out with on more than one occasion," I pointed out, glancing up at the ceiling as I fondly remembered the old days when we'd gone to some really fun parties almost every weekend. "That's got to count for something." I hadn't brought up our teenage escapades in years. Saki was mortified. "I was drunk! You were drunk! We were like sixteen! It's not the same as doing something sober!" I paused and considered this. "Good point. So how about I order us some wine and we fix that?" I held Saki's gaze as I picked up the phone in my right hand. "Okay?" "Okay," she whispered. - I ordered us a bottle of 2005 Jardins D'Avril red wine, which arrived in a nice little brown package decorated with black ink flowers that looked like a summer garden. It was about six o'clock at this point, and I felt that the night ahead was young and full of promise. We we did a toast to Vegas and took the first sip. "C'est magnifique!" I liked to tease Saki with French because her comprehension of the language was absolutely abysmal. "Baguette baguette," she said in reply, and the night whizzed by as we drank and laughed. By eight, I was well and thoroughly buzzed, and Saki was sitting on the bed on the other side of the room, cheeks flushed light pink and smiling softly. I pondered her for a minute before I spoke. "Saki," I said, catching her attention with a smouldering grin, "Take off your shirt." The expression on her face was like I had asked her to stand on one leg and juggle flaming torches while singing 'Oh Canada' to the tune of 'Eye of the Tiger'. I kept my gaze on her and she swallowed, her arms crossing over her waist as her hands went to her sides, but she didn't make a move beyond that, only staring at me and letting out a breath. "Take off your shirt and put your hands on top of your head," I repeated, giving her what I hoped was an assertive look, "I want to see you look sexy for me." With a nervous nod, Saki started to pull her t-shirt up over her head, exposing the flat plain of her stomach, and a lacy pink bra that snugly fit her small, shapely breasts. It was pretty hot to just be daily wear. Maybe she'd been hoping to get lucky tonight. I stood up and offered her my arm, tugging her to her feet. "Now put your nose here," I tapped the wall and Saki leaned up against it unsteadily on the tip of her toes. I stepped behind her, and put my hands flat on the the back of her jeans. "I'm going to take your pants off now," I informed her with a soft whisper, and pulled them down to her knees. She had shapely pale legs and was wearing cute pink panties that matched her bra. I leaned forward to kiss her left thigh, and let out a low breath. Suddenly Saki let out a strange cry, and grabbed the bottle from off the bedside table and threw it back with her head, guzzling the wine down with urgency. I grabbed her hand and ripped the bottle away, spilling a few drops on the carpet as I flipped it right side up, and put my arm behind my back where she couldn't reach it. "What the hell was that?" I demanded, setting the bottle down on the table behind me. Saki looked at me, giggled, and spoke for the first time, "I'm thirshty is all." I paused, and then it hit me."Oh god. I forgot how fucking quickly you get drunk." "Nah Will, I'm not drunk. I'm just a little tipshy," She pushed me against the bed. She climbed on top of me and straddling my lap, grinning like a Chesire cat. "Now are you gonna take me like a caveman takesh his bitch, or am I gonna hafta' do this myshelf?" I took her arms and flipped us over, pinning her against the bed. "There's a bit of a difference between tipsy and wasted, Saki," I growled, poking her in the ribs. "I wanted you freed from your inhibitions, not completely fucked over in the head. I'm can't have sex with a girl who is acting like complete a moron." "Shure you can," Saki encouraged me, "You did it with Tammy all the time." I smiled, but I was a little bit confused. "I thought you liked Tammy?" Saki shook her head, "No that girl was a bimbo. You only liked her becaush she had huge titsh." She bonked her head against my chest accusingly, and I laughed despite myself. "Perhaps." I said, "You're right that she wasn't a major brain, so allow me to correct myself." I leaned down and pressed my face against hers, looking her squarely in the eyes. "I won't have sex with you when you're acting like a complete moron." Saki clumsily tried to kiss me, but I moved my head out of the way before she could. "Seriously Saki, this is coming too close to rape for my taste." I said, rising up now but still holding her down, "I'm not going to be able to fulfil your fantasy tonight." "But you were the one who got me drunk!" Saki wailed, trying to hit me with her firsts. She pouted her lips, and I had to admit she was a very cute drunk. "I'm not leaving this bed until you do." In response, I released my grip on her and lay down by her side. "Then I'll see you in morning Saki, because I'm going to sleep." Saki sniffed, and I could tell she was devastated, but I was sure that was just the alcohol talking and she would thank me in the morning. She grabbed my arm and put it around her, "you can at leasht be a man and hold a girl when shesh in your bed." She was warm and smelled like strawberries. I closed my eyes and smiled, kissing her on the back of her head. "Okay, goodnight Saki. See you when you're sober." And together we fell asleep. - - - Saki I woke up in a hotel bed with a sour taste in my mouth and a man's hard body pressed up against me on my left side, his hard cock poking into my leg. So this was the magic of Las Vegas! I wasn't usually one to sleep with my boyfriends until we had been dating for at least a few months. I'd decided before we left that I was willing to make a once-in-a-lifetime exemption for some lucky hot guy I met in Sin City, but considering how shy I was with new people and strangers, it'd been more like one of those 'wouldn't-be-nice' type fantasies. I jack-knifed up in bed eager to learn just what kind of guy my drunken self was capable of bagging, only to see Will's sleeping face pressed peacefully against my breasts. I took him in for a moment, confused. Lots of curly brown hair. Blue eyes. Sharp Celtic features with a nose just a little bit too big for his face. I had been hoping for tall and handsome, but while Will was both these things, I certainly hadn't expected to see him. And then it all came flooding back. "You jerk!" I slapped his face, and he spluttered to life, staring at me in panic as he backed up against the headboard, and then his expression slowly became one of disbelief. "Ouch, what the fuck Saki! What was that for?" "Last night," I said pointedly, waiving my hand at my underwear-clad body, "I didn't end up lying in your bed dressed like this all by myself, you lying son of a bitch." He blinked a few times, "Oh that. I didn't have sex with you Saki, I swear." I gave him a scornful look, "I know you didn't Will. That's the problem with you, isn't it? Even after I let you get me drunk as a glass of water... is it because you think I'm ugly or something? It is because my breasts are smaller than Tammy? Is that why?" Will stared at me for a moment, "Wait, you got wasted like that on purpose?" "God, how dense can you be?" I got up and fumed like a dark cloud out of his bed, heading for my only refuge in the hotel- the shower. I didn't even bother to get out of my underwear as I twisted the handle and leapt under the stream of hot water that exploded from the nozzle. It soaked through my hair and trickled down my back as I thought back to about a week and half ago, when I'd been sitting in my room studying like crazy for my exams, and I'd got a text from Will asking if I had any plans for the first week of summer. I'd texted him back no, thinking maybe he wanted to meet up in Toronto for a day or two. Imagine my surprise when he said he wanted to take me on a four day, all expenses paid vacation to Las Vegas. I wasn't sure if he was joking at first, and so I'd declined, but as he'd insisted, I'd caved in, figuring that I could try to have some platonic fun with him during the day and another kind of fun with some other guy during the nights. So much for that plan! I took the shampoo off its ledge, and dumped it into my hair, creating a big puffy cloud of lather on my head that probably made me look a little bit like one of the Toads from Mario. Will was a nosy, pushy, arrogant, mean, know-it-all brain-dead jerk. Of course he'd gone through my private folders, and of course he'd decided to offer me a one night stand like the fucking impossibly nice guy he pretended to be. I was lucky he'd stopped at the first of my stories, because I'm not sure how I'd have been able to stop myself jumping head first off the hotel balcony if he had read the ones I had written about him. I rinsed my hair, and forgoing conditioner, I grabbed a towel from the rack and started drying myself. I realized to my dismay that I had forgotten to grab a change of clothes from my suitcase, so I was going to have to go get some out half-naked. When I stepped out of the bathroom, Will was sitting on his bed waiting for me. "Saki," he said, standing up, "Look, I guess things didn't go the way you hoped they would. I'm just not sure what you want from me right now. You blow hot and cold and-" I cut him off with a wave of my hand as I bent to get my clothes. "Forget it Will. I was just being stupid. I just thought that maybe you wanted to be more than friends with me last night, but that obviously isn't true, so don't worry about it. Let's just continue this great vacation we've started and have a lot of fun together, okay?" "O..kay?" I grabbed a white bra, a pair of polka dotted panties I thought had been cute when I bought them but now just looked stupid, and a pair of jeans and a black top, and marched myself back into the bathroom. I tried to smile at myself in the mirror as I swept my hair back and started to get dressed, but it came out all lopsided. I played briefly with the notion of putting some orange highlights in my hair because I knew it would annoy Will, who hated the look of artificial colours in hair and especially liked my natural black. I had just stepped out of the bathroom again to announce that I was going to go off and do my own thing that morning (so I could get away from Will and calm down) when I realized that the bed he had occupied only moments before was completely empty. I stepped out further to investigate. I felt someone grip my arm and the back of my neck, and shove me down against the bed. I yelped in protest, but the mattress and the blankets muffled my cries. I strained my neck in an attempt to see my assailant's face, but he held me in place with frightening ease and pressed his mouth to my ear, "Is this what you want Saki?" It was Will. "No!" "Is that so?" I felt his hand brush over my lower back. "Okay Saki, if that's how you really feel, just ask me to let you go." I squirmed under his arm but I just couldn't escape. "What's wrong?" Will prompted, "Don't you want me to let go?" I was trying to keep my breathing steady. "Will this isn't fair." "Nonsense. I'm being perfectly fair with you. If you want me gone, you only need to tell me so . If you won't, I'm going to have to continue with your punishment." His hand came to rest on the back of my jeans. I started to breathe harder, but didn't tell him to get off. I was, to my embarrassment, guiltily enthralled. "What punishment?" He paused, as chose his next words carefully, hot lips on my cheek, "Your spanking, of course. You've been a very naughty girl, Saki, and I'm afraid I can't just let that slide." "Pl..." I gulped and tried to speak but it came out as a whisper, "Please." I heard a smirk in Will's voice as he unbuttoned my pants, tugged them down past my knees, and murmured into my ear, "Please what? What are you saying please for?" My brain was muddled that I couldn't answer straight away, I started to tremble as I realized what was going to say. "Please... Please Will, I'm re..ready for my spanking." "That's right, Saki you are." I let a low groan escape from my lips as I braced myself, and he pulled back and brought a hand down on my ass. It stung, but only lightly. I laughed breathlessly. "You call that discipline?" Will growled softly, "That was just my warm-up stroke." He rolled his arm back and then quickly spanked me harder. I let out a startled cry at how much it hurt this time as the sound of the smack reverberated throughout the room. "I want you to count for me Saki. We're going to ten." I took a few seconds to breathe. "T-two" I said quietly. His stinging hand struck down again, and I tried to jerk away from it this time, but his other hand was like a vice against the back of my neck. "Call me sir when you count." I ground my teeth, but couldn't complain because it seemed to me that in this context, his natural arrogance had suddenly become really, really hot. "Three sir." The room echoed again with the sharp sound of his palm smacking against my skin. I squeezed my eyes shut as they pricked and I squirmed against the bed, "four sir." The rising burn on my ass was becoming almost unbearable as he let down another painful blow, and I felt tears drip on to the sheet covering the bed, "five sir." I was holding on the bed and letting out slow, shuddering breaths. Perhaps Will noticed my discomfort, because rather than hitting me again, he asked me a question. "So if I'm sir, what should I call you Saki?" When I didn't say anything, he squeezed the stinging flesh of my ass hard in his hand. "I asked you a question Saki." I shivered and whispered, "Saki's fine sir." "Mm, no it's not. Think of something else." I drew in my breath and let out a small whimper. "K-kitten, your kitten." I was pale-faced and sweating. I could have said anything else, and I doubt Will would batted an eyelash, but kitten was personal. It was also kind of weird, and I was scared it would make Will think I was kind of weird too. "Kitten? That's what you want me to call you?" I could hear the smile in his voice. My face now turned very red, "Please don't make fun of me." "I never would, kitten. Not about this. It's adorable. Very Japanese." I growled with as much venom as a girl can when she is being held down and spanked by a man much stronger than her. "Don't bring my race into this," I warned him. Part of the reason I was so reluctant to fulfil most of my fantasies was because I was worried I'd end up with some racist prick who only liked me because I fit the stereotype of a quiet, pretty, submissive little oriental beauty, when in fact I was way more Canadian than Japanese, no matter how much my parents sometimes wanted to pretend otherwise. The Tackiest City on Earth Ch. 01 Will did not seem perturbed, "but it's so cute. Can I call you Hello Kitty?" I burst out laughing. "No you may not. I said kitten. That's it." I felt myself relenting a little bit. It was only Will. I knew he didn't have some sort of creepy Geisha fetish. I felt Will rub my head in that way he does to annoy me, and I bristled, but he was only teasing. I wasn't expecting it when he grabbed a handful of my hair and pulled it as he delivered another blow. My voice caught half way in my throat, "Si... six sir!" It felt so different being spanked in real life than I'd thought it would when I read about it in erotica, just like how words alone could never capture the feeling of an orgasm. I screwed my eyes up and took a gulping breath as his hand came down with a harsh crack. "Seven sir." At this point, I was a cocktail of feelings. There was shame. Shame at allowing myself, to be manhandled by my best friend like this. Shame because I had given in to this so easily. Shame because of how often I had fantasized about Will like this. There was also the arousal, the disbelief, the wonder, and the hot dripping wetness between my thighs. "Eight sir." He twisted his torso back and brought as much force as he could into slapping me, and my whole body jerked forward again. I was shaking as I took breaths. "Nine sir." Finally he came down for one final blow, and I pounded my fists against the bed and screamed into the covers because I realized I couldn't handle it no longer, "Ten s... sir!" I let out a small whimper as seconds passed and Will rubbed my ass soothingly, "Quiet little kitten. It's over. Try to be a little happier now, okay Saki?" He allowed me to stand up a few moments later, and I explored my cheeks softly with my own hands. The first thing I noticed was that it still hurt. It still really fucking hurt. It felt like I had stood outside with no pants on, covered my butt in cooking oil, and let it burn in Las Vegas sun. And yet just experiencing that pain now made me feel submissive, like I'd been put in my rightful place. I'd been so angry just a minute ago, and now? I felt good. I felt really fucking good. I wondered if Will could hit harder than he had, or if he'd been afraid to seriously hurt me. I would have asked him but he was already at the door. He looked back at me as he put on his shoes, "The reunion's not for another six hours. Did you want to check out Caesar's palace with me in the mean time?" I was confused. "I thought you were going to finish dominating me, sir?" I added the title almost cautiously, not sure if Will still wanted me to keep using it or not. By finish, of course, I meant full on intercourse. I'd kind of been hoping for some full on intercourse. Scratch that, I was absolutely dying for him to fuck the ever living daylights out of me. The look on Will's face was unreadable, and his voice was low. This told me that he was slightly uncomfortable with me not using his name but had chosen to hide it. "This was just a taste Saki. I'll show you the rest of what I've got tonight, I promise. For now, change those dirty panties and pull your jeans up. We're going now to pick up something special" - - - Except for the rows and rows of slot machines, the Casinos apparently tried to be as family friendly as possible. There were arcades, and restaurants, and shops for children and teenagers to peruse while their parents were off gambling. It was almost ironic. Will leaned over, "Saki, your birthday was in June right?" I laced my hands behind my back and pretend to offended as we strolled to towards the sliding glass doors. "I can't believe you don't even know my birthday." "No, I do. It was on the 23rd, right? I sent you a copy of Bioshock Infinite in the mail." I gave him a mini-glare, "Why did you ask if you already knew?" Will put his arm around me as we walked, "I just wanted to make extra sure you were twenty one now, because otherwise you wouldn't even be allowed to go near the slot machines unless you were accompanied by someone that age or older." "Really?" I had always thought nineteen was the catch-all age for everything. "That's stupid. Why aren't people who are allowed to vote allowed to gamble?" Will shrugged, "It's arbitrary, yeah, but so is any age. I guess the government of Nevada is just freaked out at the prospect of under age gambling. Once when I was a kid my grandmother once went to the rest room for like, less than thirty seconds, and two security guards jumped on me like a pair of vultures. I was kind of stunned." We stepped out into the baking hot street, and Will pointed straight ahead. "There's Caesar's Palace over there," he said. I followed his finger to the front of a big white modern looking Casino with a little Roman dome on pillars near the front entrance, and laughed. "It doesn't look so bad." "Believe me," Will said as we crossed the street, "It's worse inside." It was definitely worse inside. The ceiling was painted light sky blue, and decorated with fluffy white clouds that made you feel kind of like you were in one of those old fancy carousel rides that they still had at carnivals. The floor was made of gaudy marble slabs in white and yellow and blue. Right in the middle of a crowded intersection between the shops, there was a big fountain with white statues of mythical beasts and the Roman Gods perched all around the edges. All around the fountain there were shops and little stalls selling Las Vegas memorabilia: flashing key chains, jewellery, real one dollar bills in plastic jackets stamped with Homer Simpson's face, toy slot machines that dispensed candy, and little bobble-heads of famous Americans, as well as a few of a Roman soldier in uniform. "See? Tacky." Will said, "Big cultures brought down for big profits." I picked up one of the Roman bobble-heads and inspected up close. "It's kind of funny how Rome used to be this huge Empire that covered almost all of Europe, and now it's just used as a cheap gimmick to get tourists to buy crap on the other side of the world." "Just goes to how how the world changes, I guess." Will agreed. I put the Roman bobble-head in my pocket, and handed the Hispanic woman who was selling them a twenty dollar bill. I guiltily pocketed the rather hefty change. "I wonder if America will be just like this one thousand years from now. Just a few books, some plastic kitsch, a little game for tourists to play and historians to talk about." "Interesting idea," Will said, as we walked on, "I suppose depends if we've killed ourselves off by then. I wouldn't be placing any bets just yet if I were you." "Even if we don't kill ourselves, they say in a million years the world map is going to be completely different because of continental drift. Island nations like Japan and Great Britain are both very likely to be destroyed. Every country on Earth is going to have to adapt to the changes. If humans are still even around, I wonder what it will be like then?" Will poked my midriff, and I squealed instinctively. "Don't go too far off the deep end now, Saki." He said, with that infuriating grin of his. "I didn't know you had such a knack for philosophy. Going to grow beard?" "Shut up, you started it." I pushed him, and he comically stumbled a few feet to the left flailing his arms, and banged his knee with a thud against the side of a chrome trash can. "Ouch. You're awfully feisty for a girl who claims to be a submissive. Are you sure you're not really a dominatrix in disguise?" He playfully shook his fist at me as he rubbed his ostensibly injured leg. "Aren't you even going to say sorry?" "Not a chance." I glared at him, and then we both exchanged grins. I thought our little game had ended then, but he stepped back to my side he wrapped an arm around my waist and suddenly pulled me into the corner. He lowered his head to my ear, and muttered: "Oh really Saki? Because that seems plain disrespectful. You don't want me to take you to the bathroom and spank your cute little ass again, do you?" I froze in place, my heart thumping wildly in my chest. "Y-you wouldn't." Will growled, "Oh believe Saki, I would. Apologize to me right now." He put a hand on my ass, and began to lead me forward with a look in his eyes that said murder. I felt a big wet spot forming in my panties as I looked up at him apprehensively. It took me about a minute before I finally found the words I was looking for. "I'm... I'm really sorry Will. That was disrespectful and I won't do it again. Please don't spank me here." There was a tense silence, and then Will started to laugh hysterically. "Oh man, you were really scared of me for a second there, weren't you? You're so easy to mess with sometimes, eh kitten? I can flip you like a dime." "Oh you jerk!" Forgetting my promise, I made a move to hit him, but he caught my arm mid-swing. I cringed, expecting some form of retaliation, but Will brought us to an abrupt standstill, gazing ahead with an almost rapturous expression on his face. "We're here." I dropped my arm as I turned to see where 'here' was. It was a shop called 'Talk of the Town'. It had lights in the shape of glowing pink dancers pasted on its windows, and it was kind of separated from the rest of the mall. There was a line underneath the main sign, and I strained my eyes to see what it said. Las Vegas' Premium Adult Toy Shop Nope, not a chance! I spun around and did a beeline in the other direction. After a moment, a confused Will hurried after me, "Hey slow down. Where are you going?" "Anywhere but a place like that!" I hissed. Will caught up to me and grabbed my hand and tried to keep me still, but I shook him off with an angry jerk of my arm. I didn't dare look over my shoulder to see if anyone was watching us. "Saki wait," he said, catching my hand again. This time he tugged me around and pinned my arms to my sides. "Saki look me in the eyes. I am never going to make you do anything that you don't want to, okay?" I was breathing hard as I stared into his calm blue orbs. "Do you trust me?" I gave him a small, reluctant nod, and my voice came out hushed: "Of course I do." "Tell me honestly then, isn't some of the stuff in that store exactly the kind of thing you fantasize about?" I licked my dry lips nervously, and nodded again. Putting a smile on his face, Will released my arms. "So lets visit one now while we're in a place where nobody knows who we are. It'll be fun, and it'll make tonight super hot. If once we're in you want to leave, just say so, and I'll take you out right away, no questions asked, no hard feelings. You cool with that?" I took a deep breath, but said nothing. "Saki?" "I'm cool with that, sir." I put the sir at the end because I don't think I could have said it otherwise, and I saw a sort of recognition of this in Will's eyes. "Okay kitten, let's do this thing! Oh man, I feel like a kid at Christmas." He rolled his shoulders back, put his arm around me, and slipped his hand under my jeans to rest it against my bare hip as he led me into the store, a gesture I found both sexy and strangely reassuring. I hadn't really thought of Will's pushy nature before in terms of dominance and submission before, but I was beginning to realize just how naturally it came to him. There was a rather tall African American man in a dress shirt and slacks standing behind the counter who raised an eyebrow at us as we entered through the glass doors. I smiled at him on reflex, but it was Will who spoke first. "Hey there man. Do you guys have a beginner's section here or what?" "Sure thing," the man said, casting a thumb over his shoulder, "Just down that way." We were about a few feet away from him when Will leaned over and muttered, "Can't for the life of me figure out why they put the beginner's section at the back of the store. Worst idea ever." Uneasy as I was, the way he said it still made me laugh. I was feeling a little bit less nervous as we stepped past the whips and chains and speculums into shelves stacked with more common toys and fetishes- dildos, handcuffs, nipple tassels, butt plugs, flavoured condoms, dog collars, and lots and lots of vibrators. "How about this monster?" Will said, plucking a huge brown dildo off the shelf and wiggling his eyebrow suggestively, "Reminds you of our friend over at the counter, eh?" I couldn't repress a look of amusement as I looked over my shoulder surreptitiously, and shoved him lightly. "That's just a stereotype you know. Keep your voice down when you're saying something like that. Now get serious, sir. What are we really here for?" "Well kitten," Will said, sweeping his eyes over the shelves, "I thought we might get you a nice pair of handcuffs for tonight. That sounds like a really good plan, doesn't it?" I had to admit did sound like a good plan, so I watched almost eagerly as Will went through the cuffs until he finally picked up a pair covered in pink fur. "How about these ones kitten? They seem like your style." They definitely were, but I didn't like how Will had picked them out on his first try. I took them from his hands and put them back, and selected another, slightly more menacing pair with spikes sticking out of the sides "No. These are the ones I want." Will raised a sceptical eyebrow at me, but said "Okay." There were small, unmarked plastic bags in the corner like what you might see at a pick-n-mix candy store except they weren't see through. Will grabbed one of these on our way to the counter, and dropped the cuffs inside, casually eyeballing my wrists. I was a little bit surprised at the price tag -thirty six dollars!- but Will generously waived off my offers to pay. I really didn't want to be a burden, but he insisted, and just as I was reaching into my pursue to get some money anyway, he had already swiped his card. It would have been a flawless first trip to an Adult store, except just at the moment we turned to leave, the man behind the counter leaned down and tapped me on the shoulder. I turned around, and in a deep chocolate voice, he said: "By the way sweetheart, your boyfriend's got things figured right, with me it's not just a stereotype." He winked at me, and he and Will exchanged a nod as I was pulled out of the store. It was only when we were a few dozen feet away that we stopped, and I looked at Will, and he looked at me, and a second later we started laughing so hard we almost died. "I can't believe he heard you!" I said, gulping air and sinking to my knees. Will had to lean against the wall to stay upright."That guy... was a total pro." - - - Will After we had visited the sex shop, we decided to go get our lunch at the Bacchanal Buffet, which according to the signs on the wall had been announced the best Buffet in Vegas for two years running. If there's one thing I love about America, it's insane preponderance of buffets in comparison to other kinds of restaurants. We were escorted to our seat and the waitress took out a notepad and asked us what we would like to drink. I ordered a beer and Saki, as usual, ordered a Sprite. The waitress gave her a sceptical look as she wrote it down, "How old are you?" "Twenty one," Saki replied, looking a little confused. "Why?" "Can I see some ID?" Saki sifted through her pursue until she found her driver's license. She handed it to the waitress, who looked it over with pursued lips. "Okay. I just was curious. I'll be right back with your drinks." She shook her head and muttered under her breath: "damn precocious kids." Saki looked at me in astonishment as the other woman left. "Is Sprite alcoholic now or something?" I laughed, "No, I think she was looking at the bag." Saki's gaze flicked to the plastic bag on the seat by her side. One of the cuffs was dangling out the top and over the edge of chair. Her mouth formed a silent: "Oh." I took the bag, and slipped the cuff back inside. "Better put this away. It's going to get us some weird looks otherwise." I held out it, and Saki stuffed it deep into her purse. "So are you going to play the slots while I'm at the reunion?" I asked as we stood up and went to get food. I felt kind of sorry for her and I wanted to change the topic. Saki shrugged, "I might. Do you have tips?" I racked my brain for something to say. "Hmm, well I was always told it's better to switch machines as soon as you start winning a little bit of money." "I've heard that before too but I'm pretty sure that's just an old wives' tale," Saki did a sideways grin at me, no doubt happy to know something I didn't. I frowned but said nothing more. We started to pile up all kinds of food onto our plates: prime rib and vegetables, potato, lobster, sushi, bacon and eggs, little cakes and spicy curries, and these absolutely delicious, super savoury mussels. Like I said, I really really like American buffets. When we returned there was a bottle of beer, a can of sprite, two glasses, and big pitcher of ice water on the table, its surface cloudy with condensation. I twisted the cap off my beer with relish. I was glad the waitress had brought the drinks while we'd been gone. I was about half-way into my first plate when I glanced up and realized Saki was staring at me in a funny kind of way, like the stare you get when someone has written drawn a penis on your forehead and people see it and you don't know it's there. I had to wave my hand in front of her face to catch her attention. "Is it my nose?" Saki blushed and looked away, suddenly turning shy. Like there was something hanging on the tip of her tongue that she just couldn't bring herself to vocalize. "No it's just... Will, can you tell me what you're going to do to me tonight?" I smiled, "Everything that spanking I gave you promised and more." Saki caught my hand, "No," she said, "I mean, can you really tell me? Can you... paint me the picture, like you did when I pushed you into those trash cans by mistake?" She nervously brushed her hair behind her ear. In that moment, the look on her face seemed to say to me that the only thing she wanted in the world was to hear how I was going to take her: how hard, where, what I would make her say, all of it. I smiled and took the hand she had on mine, flipping it over against the table, and placing my palm on top of hers. I let my eyes roam over her lips as I spoke. "I think I'm going to start by cuffing your hands behind your back and undressing you. I'm going to do nothing but look at you, savour the moment." I moved my eyes up to hers, "Then I'm going to bend you over the bed, like I did this morning... except this time, you're going to be completely helpless, completely at my mercy... I'm going to slap your ass, your tits, make you beg so sexy ... and then, I'm going to push every last inch of my cock into your pussy and fuck you so hard you won't be able to walk tomorrow morning." Saki was panting slightly as she looked at me, so I know I must have really turned her on. She wet her lips, and glanced from side to side, making sure nobody was watching us. "What if I say no?" I speared a few broccolis on the end of my fork, and chewed them with a smile. "Good point. That would probably ruin the mood, wouldn't it? Let's think of a safe word now, just in case that word slips out of your mouth tonight and you don't really mean it." "Think of something you wouldn't ever say in ordinary conversation," I prompted, when Saki failed to respond, "Something special that only you and I can remember." Saki ate an entire cupcake with one bite, impossibly elegant. "How about trichotillomania? It's a neurosis where you eat your own hair. I finished a whole paper on it for a class just before we left." I swallowed a mouthful of delicious mussels and laughed.