The other day I met a buddy of mine at a shop on the North Strip. After the meeting was over I ask if he had been to the SLS. (The SLS is the former Sahara hotel/casino. It was sold to a group out of Los Angeles. They put a ton of money in it and renamed it the SLS. It opened over Labor Day. I have no idea what SLS stands for). Anyways, he politely declines my invitation. I decide to take a look by myself.
I enter through a beer garden located on the strip, I then mosey through another set of doors which takes me directly into the Sports & Race Book. After that I encounter a brief walkway which in turn leads to the casino floor. I believe if you see one casino floor you have seen them all. The scenery hanging around the peripheral is makes a place special, and oh boy...the SLS had plenty of it!
A few minutes of aimless wondering and gawking pass and I find myself perched a little left of the entrance to the pool/day club. As I am standing there glancing out the windows admiring all the hard bodies, I feel a nudge to my side. I turn to my left and the most angelic thing I have ever seen is now standing directly in front of me.
Blond hair, blue eyes, tan skin, curves...Aphrodite in the flesh was now in the company of Jethro from Kansas...this kind of thing only happens in Las Vegas - I try muttering something to her, but my eyes over ran my ability to speak. All I could do was stare at her from feet to face (she was wearing a red bikini with a small cloak draped over her shoulders). "Dude, do you think you could step to the right so I can get my things," the voice of a real life angel was talking to me, I was dumbfounded, I couldn't move, I couldn't think - "Dude, my things," she says again in an angelic tone, "Could you please move," this time her voice had a hint of agitation. I finally snap out of the spell. "I'm sorry," is all I could mutter as I watch her bend down and pick up a summer bag that was located underneath the bench I was standing over.
Now, as she was kneeling down grabbing her bag, it looked as if her cantaloupe sized breasts were going to fall out her bikini top. They didn't, but it looked like it for a moment.
As I watch her exquisitely shaped backside walk away - she comes to a sudden halt, turns around and says with a purr - "Dude, didn't your mother ever tell you that it was impolite to stare? I swear, men are all the same," I smile and turn beat red after her comment. She winks and walks away. I was going to say something to her, but was unable to muster the nerve. That is unusual for me. It boiled down to the fact she was that breathtaking!
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