An helping hand

Mark and Olivia had been my friends since the early days in college. We used to hang out together in the same group and eventually they “clicked” and became a couple, marrying after graduation. Since then, we had kept our friendship, sharing good and bad times for more than 20 years.

Well, a few months ago, Mark got a job promotion and moved to Las Vegas. As soon as they got settled in their new home, they invited me to stay with them for a few days. Why me? Simple: I had just ended a nasty divorce process with a woman they had introduced me six years before. Since knowing about the details of the divorce, Mark and Olivia felt guilty and decided to take me to Vegas to cheer me up. They did not have to feel guilty, but I accepted the invitation anyway…

So there I was in Sin City, having a great time with my long time friends. They took me to their favorite spots – the shows, the different casinos and restaurants – and honestly, I was enjoying the whole thing.

Two days before my departure, Mark told me we would have a “Boys Night Out”. Olivia was not too happy, but she stayed home that night while Mark and I went to a strip club tour. The bastard took me to at least 10 clubs throughout Vegas, with women that were hotter and hotter at every joint. By 5 am, we were spent and went back to Mark’s home – him completely drunk and me horny as fuck after receiving three or four hot lap dances earlier that night. It was college all over again, with the two of us smelling of cheap whores, booze, and one of us almost passed out!