As the three girls walked into the casino they where surprised. They had
expected an unusual sight but not like this. The room was filled with the
typical style of tables for gaming. But rather than the compliment of guests
dressed in tired tuxedos or vacation wear, the crowd seemed to be made up of a
sea of latex and leather. There wasn't a single person in sight that wore
anything other than tight fetish clothing. Gina looked at herself and her two
friends, suddenly feeling very out of place. Wearing sundresses, the girls had
expected to be overdressed for the crowd that was described to them. Instead,
they felt like they where wearing overalls at a formal dance.
"We're not in Kansas, anymore," Cindy chuckled as she stared into the
crowd.
"Somebody should have warned us," Monica complained. Gina only smiled,
pushing her glasses back up her nose in her subconscious fashion. Cindy and
Monica had always been the prom queen type, admired by their peers for their
beauty and style. Gina, on the other hand, was too bookish, she was told. The
three had been tenuous friends since high school, but the relationship had
grown as they moved into college. Gina was convinced it was largely because
they had discovered how wealthy her parents where, and how generous she could
be with her money. She didn't care, though. She had two popular and beautiful
friends, which was all that mattered. She had always liked Monica, despite her
critical eye and harsh criticisms. Cindy, on the other hand, had only a passing
interest in Gina. Cindy pretended to like her just because Monica liked her so
much. Both knew the score, though it was an unmentioned topic. Instead, they
both chose to ignore it and be the somewhat friends they had become. In truth,
Gina didn't like Cindy much. She had always felt like a second class citizen
around her. But she was willing to take the abuse to be around Monica.
All three had become the object of much attention in college, to Monica
and Cindy's pleasure and to Gina's surprise. Despite the differences of their
clothing, all three had firm young bodies and ample breasts. Monica, the
tallest at nearly six-foot, was destined to model. Her long, shapely legs and
beautiful mane of dark hair stood out among the others. Cindy was shorter but
had larger breasts and firm, attractive legs from her years of swimming. Her
competitiveness kept her body in great shape, but also provided a share of
enemies. Gina, despite wearing loose clothes that covered her body, had an
athletic form. Good-sized breasts offset a thin waist and long legs. Much like
Monica, Gina could also model, though she knew she lacked the self-confidence
to even try.
The three of them had been inseparable for a year. Monica and Cindy were
eager to enjoy their independence from home, and seemed to want to experiment.
Though seemingly limited to some drugs and a few sexual encounters, Gina had
been the most tame. She often envied the stories she would hear from Monica of
their weekends spent without her. She regretted turning down those adventures,
though she was sure she would never dare try the things they did. After their
most recent trip to New York, Gina was sure that Monica and Cindy had slept
together. At first she was turned off by the thought but, after long nights
with her thoughts, she realized it was only jealousy talking. If she where to
experiment with another women, Monica would certainly be at the top of the
list. Often she caught herself staring at her friend's supple form, wondering
what it would be like to fondle her breasts or have Monica's face between her
legs.
This current adventure was only the latest in their recent string. As
summer break approached, Monica suggested they move to Las Vegas for the three
months and find jobs. For the first time Gina was truly excited by the idea.
She was tired of the same old sights at school, and dreaded going home to her
parents for the summer. She beat Cindy to the punch, agreeing with Monica
instantly as they began to make plans. It had only been three nights on the
town before they had been invited to a party at Caesar's Palace, in a large
suite at the top of the tower. The crowd was young and exciting. Gina had,
thankfully, agreed to get a new dress for the night and the staring eyes proved
that the choice was right. The three took the room by storm as they swung their
shapely bodies through the party. By the end of the evening each