Chapter 34. People We Meet at the Club

Fiona was in Vegas. It was not her first time there, but her friends Jessie and Hanna always treated it as if it was her first time whenever she came around. As they carted her from place to place, she resisted the urge to remind them that she spent most of her childhood there due to her father’s businesses; she knew those words would go in one ear and out the other.

This time, though, she was grateful for the movement; it was the perfect distraction from thinking about her dumb ex, who was in fact her reason for the mini-vacation.

The three girls stood in tiny dresses, admiring their reflections in the mirror doors of the walk-in closet at Hanna’s condominium.

Jessie, a tall and gorgeous Blasian, was killing it in a Betty Boop style. Hanna wore a black bunny girl leotard with a pair of fishnet hose. Fiona had a huge blonde wig that added almost a full foot to her 5’3” height. Her sky-blue dress just barely covered the swell of her ass, and the dip at the chest wa