What happens in Vegas…: Part 3 (the morning after)
Chen wakes slowly. It’s bright—though muffled by blackout curtains. No alarms, no urgency. Just bodies, tangled in cotton sheets and the lingering scent of sex and perfume. The air is cool, the sheets warm, and there are bodies—so many soft, sleeping bodies.
Riley’s glasses are askew on the nightstand. Kaori is tangled around Chen’s legs, her cheek pressed to their thigh. Sofia is already half-awake, hair messy, sipping water in one of the hotel’s complimentary robes. She sees Chen’s eyes flutter open and crosses the room in silence, kisses their forehead, then climbs back into bed beside them.
“Good morning, love.”
Kaori stirs next and doesn’t speak—just climbs up Chen’s body and kisses them slow, tasting their breath and making a little pleased hum when they kiss her back.
June mumbles something that sounds like “Are we dead?” and then cuddles into Gabriella with a sleepy groan. Gabriella kisses the top of her head and whispers, “No, baby. We’re just home.”
Isabella leans in and kisses Riley’s temple.
Riley, sleepy but sweet, turns to find Chen’s lips, kisses them softly—once, twice, then whispers, “I can still taste last night.”
Kaori hears that and giggles into Chen’s neck, mumbling, “Lucky. I taste glitter.”
It’s not structured. It’s not performative. It’s just… instinctive affection. Every time someone stirs, they kiss someone else—shoulders, cheeks, lips, thighs. A chain reaction of soft, sleepy devotion.
Riley tries to slip out of the bed quietly—maybe to get water, maybe just to stretch—but Sofia catches their wrist.
“Where do you think you’re sneaking off to, hmm?”
Riley blushes. “I—I was just—”
Sofia shakes her head, already pulling them gently into her lap. She’s still in her robe, legs parted to cradle them, one arm wrapping around their middle. Riley’s cheeks glow as they settle in, back against her chest.
Sofia rests her chin on their shoulder. “You were perfect last night.”
Riley’s breath hitches.
“The way you kissed Chen. The way you gave yourself to the Hérnandez twins. And the way you held me after…” She pauses to kiss their neck. “You’re everything this harem needs. Everything I needed.”
Riley turns in her lap just enough to look at her, glassy-eyed. “Really?”
Sofia smiles and presses their foreheads together.
“Really. I see you. I always have.”
They stay like that. Just breathing, rocking slightly, allowing time to flow through them. Riley’s arms wrapped around Sofia’s fleshy waist. Sofia’s fingers stroking slowly up and down Riley’s spine.
The bed is still full of sleepy bodies, but for that moment, it’s just the two of them. And the peace between them is loud in the best way.
It’s mid-morning now. The suite still smells like skin and champagne. Chen is now standing by the minibar, sipping coffee in someone else’s robe, when Isabella walks over—fresh from the shower, towel twisted around her body, damp hair dripping down her spine.
She doesn’t say anything at first. Just reaches for the hotel notepad by the phone.
She flips it open, uncaps the pen, and—without fanfare—writes her name and number in quick, elegant strokes. Then beneath that, in careful script:
“You all taste like love.” “I’d come running if asked.”
She tears the page off, folds it once, and tucks it into Chen’s palm like a delicately kept secret.
Then she winks.
“Just in case your harem ever wants to borrow me again.”
That wink…
It’s not just flirtation. It’s an invitation. An open door to return. An acknowledgment that what happened wasn’t just a one-night fantasy. A promise—that if anyone in the harem ever needs her mouth, her hands, or her delicious pussy again… she’ll come. No questions. No shame.
And she means any of them.
Chen. Kaori. Sofia. June. Riley. Even Ashley, when she returns.
She turns, hips swaying, and pads back toward the bathroom—but not before she says, over her shoulder:
“I know this is my bread and butter, but I’ve never been part of something that felt like a prayer and a party all at once. You all made me feel…kept. I’d like to feel that again.”