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under those fancy sheets in the gilded cages they called home.
    And hell, that was fine by me. I loved it. All those leggy girls showing off their assets, just waiting for me to pluck them out of the crowd and teach them what dirty, filthy fucking was really all about.
    This one was something else. Smooth tan thighs, tight little leather micro-skirt barely containing her plump little ass, and those sky-high heels. But the nose had given it away. It was a little too perfect. Just like her tits. You could see daddy’s money all over her.
    Which meant she had something to prove to herself. She’d suck my cock like a vacuum cleaner and take it everywhere I wanted just to show how naughty she was. Just as an act of defiance.
    She’d said her dad was gone and we had all night—business trip or something. So I pushed all 707 horses of my Challenger SRT Hellcat along the flat, straight desert road to Vegas. The supercharged 6.2 L Hemi V8 screamed through the late afternoon air as we approached the upscale mansion neighborhood of The Ridges.
    And already she was groping at the crotch of my jeans, rubbing against my cock and getting me hard and ready.
    This’ll be fun.
    I parked the car outside the obscenely large house. I assumed her dad was a real estate developer or something. That was the usual story. They’d buy 15,000 square foot houses above the golf courses just to have some place to stay while they conducted business in Las Vegas. They’d play a few rounds of golf with associates and fly off to another one of their mansions.  The question was, why the hell was she here?
    “You work with your dad or something?” I asked as we approached the huge front door and she fumbled in her purse for the key.
    “What?” She looked confused. “Oh…no. I’m back from college. Just finished sophomore year.”
    “Right.” I followed her in, past the marble foyer, and up a large twisting staircase.
    “So…You wanna do it in the master bedroom?” she asked, her voice almost feverishly enthusiastic.
    Shit. She must really not like her father.
    “Yeah, sure.”
    We passed through a series of hallways and finally into a massive bedroom complete with a sitting area and balcony terrace overlooking the golf courses below. I couldn’t help but notice a picture of her and her father above one of the many decorative tables holding huge vases and other extravagant ornamentation.
    They seemed close.
    Almost too close.
    She leaned in against him, one heeled foot kicked back as he smiled and held her close.
    “Uh, so your dad doesn’t really have any pictures of your mom around, huh?” I asked her, scanning across the Oriental rug covered floor to the opposite wall and only noting a second picture of her—just her, blown up large and in a gold frame leaning against the wall on top of a rich mahogany desk.
    She squinted, again looking confused. “Oh, well yeah, my dad’s divorced. It didn’t end well and he got rid of all the pictures of my mom.”
    “I’m sorry,” I offered, nodding.
    “Plus, it would be weird, you know, ‘cause he’s dating.”
    “That’s true.”
    “But anyway,” she purred, tracing her hands down my chest and over the bulge of my jeans, “we have all night. He’s on a date and won’t be back until very late, if at all.”
    I smiled.
    Finally…
    I pulled off my shirt and pushed myself between her legs as she sat on the bed. I ripped off her flimsy top and stared admiringly at the swell of her breasts. They were fake. But I wasn’t complaining.
    “Wait a second,” I said, stopping suddenly as I remembered what she’d said at the racetrack. “I thought your dad was at a business meeting?”
    She pursed her face. “Oh, did I say that? I meant earlier. Then a date.”
    I shrugged.
    What do I care?
    She unbuckled my jeans and slid them down to my ankles. My cock was hard and at attention, tenting the fabric of my boxer-briefs.
    “This is so exciting,” she exclaimed, licking her lips. “I’ve