STORY DESCRIPTION My friend and I pulled up at valet parking in the front of the Paris hotel in Las Vegas. It was a warm spring evening and the sun had just begun to set behind the mountains. The air smelled fresh and clean, an anomaly for the strip I thought. I smiled to myself when I noticed the valet sneaking a peek at my legs when I extended them and stepped out of Stephanie's car. Maybe this would be a good night after all.
She smiled radiantly at me as I watched her walk around her car while hearing to her high heels click on the ceramic pavers as she joined me.
"Don't worry," she said, as she adjusted her short, red halter, cocktail dress, "I promise you'll have a good time tonight." |