Liam was having some real fun for the first time in a long time. He wasn’t under house arrest, he had no major issues, and he was on the verge of graduating earlier. He had no scars from the accident, and had even slept his first nightmare-less night that week. Things were picking up, thankfully. Since he left home last Friday, he was having a blast, for a change. He hadn’t used any illegal drugs, he hadn’t smoked anything; he would just drink something if he felt like it, not like something mandatory.
His first stop in Mumbai had been lovely. He had met some acquaintances famous by their great parties, paid them a lovely dinner and then enjoyed the party at their – expensive – house to celebrate their first year of marriage. He had met many India girls, all of which fascinated by him and his accent, his skin, his general looks, and his abs, when he took of the shirt to swim in the pool. He had barely drunk that night; he didn’t need to. The night was being so amazing he didn’t have to. A girl took him home, a beautiful 25 year old who worked in the real state business and had a phoenix tattoo on her back.
Then, of course, there was Berlin, and his friends who had a rock band and knew the entire German underground scene like the palm of their hand. And, after that, Vegas, baby! Time to drink a little, bet a lot, and just enjoy that great place. He pampered himself with new clothes – he had obviously showered, and his friends in German had borrowed him some clothes, but he was tiring of what he was wearing. Brand new clothes, elegant, and thanking the MTNs for making his life much easier, he went to a casino.
There was a the end of the night some trouble with the Casino’s owners, after going to a strip club, meeting a guy called Micah and kinda cheating at the casino with him returning to the betting table with him. Nothing he couldn’t handle, of course. It was hard to explain how little people and drag queens got into that story, but hey, life was just crazy sometimes. And, to his luck, he had managed to get out of that with a shit load of money.
Life was good.
He took his time showering and shaving for Rebecca, on that Monday night. Truth be said, he was leaving Vegas to go somewhere else the moment he invited her in and decided to prolong his stay. He wasn’t a man to stick to one place for long, was he? But a night with Rebecca would be great in that hotel, with its king size bed and plenty of room for whatever they might come up with. He didn’t know her that well, but she was a great fuck, drop-dead-gorgeous, and he still needed to be sure he hadn’t lost his mojo.
When the door opened, he answered just in his dark green boxer briefs. “Evening.” He said with a smirk.