What happens in Vegas…: Part 6 (the party night)
The harem spills onto the dance floor as the DJ drops a filthy remix of something half-recognizable.
Chen’s already drunk on them. On Vegas. On everything.
Sofia spins Riley. June dances atop a speaker. Kaori slides between Chen’s legs again and again.
Chen thinks to themself: this is what it feels like to be devoured with love. And it’s not just pleasure. It’s joy. Pure, unfiltered, queer joy.
At the rooftop pool of the hotel, the party continues.
Kaori lounges across two chairs in a strappy red bikini, dripping sunscreen suggestively onto Riley’s back in slow, teasing spirals. Sofia wears an elegant black one-piece and commands a small audience just by reclining. June cannonballs into the pool in a rainbow-colored micro-bikini too tiny to even cover her areolae, yelling “VEGAS LESBIANS RISE UP!” Riley, blushing, reads aloud fragments of dirty poetry from their phone, legs dangling in the pool. Chen and Isabella are already being filmed by Gabriella, who’s declared herself director of the “Harem Harlots: Vegas Edition” reel.
Passersby gawk. Hotel staff whispers. The harem is glowing—drenched in sweat and sex and laughter and lipstick and love.
Later. High above the city. The suite’s balcony glows in the soft dawn light. Neon flickers below, but Chen doesn’t see it. They’re too busy being…claimed.
Kaori is bent over the railing, nails gripping the ledge, ass swaying. Chen’s behind her, thrusting deep, slow, hands on her hips like a vice.
She looks over her shoulder and growls, “Harder. Fuck me harder…I want to be heard in the penthouse upstairs.”
Riley is curled beside Isabella on a lounge chair, their legs tangled, with Isabella feeding them French kisses and dirty talks between sips of champagne. Gabriella is lying on her back, moaning, June’s face buried between her thighs.
Sofia? Sitting in the corner with a drink, one leg crossed, quietly rubbing her clit as she watches Chen fuck Kaori with single-minded focus. Her gaze never leaves Chen’s cock—and Kaori’s pussy—both of whose tastes she couldn’t be more familiar with.
The moans echo off the glass.
It’s morning. The Sin City’s sky is pink and gold. Chen is sprawled on a mattress dragged onto the balcony. The air is cool, their skin sticky and glowing.
Kaori is draped across Chen’s stomach. Riley is tucked into Sofia’s lap, murmuring sleepily. June is half-asleep with her head on Chen’s thigh. The Hernández twins are tangled around each other, one of them snoring softly.
No one says much. Just soft giggles. Someone plays music low. They all sip water, kiss lazily, feed each other bits of fruit and kisses.
Riley whispers, “I don’t want this to end.”
Sofia smiles, stroking their hair. “Then don’t let it. Carry it with you.”
And they know they will.
And Vegas will never forget.