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Whats my story missing?? LONG!! *ADULT CONTENT**UPDATED* 7/27

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new chapters on page 7.

 Any and all ideas are welcome. I hope you enjoy it so far :)

Chapter 1:


I step out of the shower. Fresh water dripping down every inch of my sweet scented skin.I stop for a second in the mirror and catch a look at myself. I'm a twenty something newly single woman with no one telling me what and how to do anything. I do a 180, flip my dark wet hair and wrap up in a towel. As I walk into my bedroom I think, what are you going to do with yourself now? You have no one to wait on hand and foot and you finally get to do what you want to do without asking permission. I plop down on my bed and day dream for a while. I never had any so called free time. Between work and my ex all my time was planned out for me.


                I get myself up throw on a yellow sundress and grab a fresh bottle of red wine from the cellar. I open the cupboard and grab out my favorite wine glass. As I pop the cork and pour a glass I'm distracted by an email that reads. New beginnings click here. "Oh fuck it," I think as I open the email and sip slowly.


"Mrs. Carter, you are officially invited to come and see the side of life that you have been missing." Please accept our offer of an all expenses played vacation to Atlantic City, NJ.


My first reaction is SPAM, but after reading further I see, "You are a very valued customer of Visa/ Master Card and we like to reward our customers." Oh Hell. This can't be for real... "Please contact our sweepstakes department at 1866-555-9688 and have your conformation number G6838gL098 ready. You must contact us within 48 hours of receiving this email, to be eligible for this offer.''     Too good to be true I think to myself as I call the number just for shits and giggles. After being on hold for a few minutes a Representative comes on the Line. "Mrs. Carter, I have you down for a one way ticket from LAX to Atlantic City, 7 day personal driver, 7 day 6 night stay at the Trump Taj Mahal. The credit for all your expenses has been cleared. When are you available to vacation?" asks the Representative. "As soon as possible," I inform her. She gives me the date of the 25Th, as I quickly turn to my calendar I see that I have nothing planned and take the date. She informs me that my tickets and all accommodation information will be in the mail today and I should receive my packet in 24 hrs. Via UPS. I thank her for her time and hang up the phone. Oh my God, did that just happen to me. I actually won something bad ass for once in my life. But Momma always taught me to "Never believe it until I see it." I shake my head clear and continue to read emails. I'm interrupted by the sound of the doorbell. Perfect timing I think to myself as I notice the familiar car in the driveway.


 "Hey girl" she says as I open the door. It's Melinda, Just the person that I want to see.


"You'll never believe who I just got off the phone with," I blurt out.


 "What are you talking about," she says


 I start to break down what just happened and she shouts out,


"You said yes right!?"


I finish explaining how the timing couldn't be any better for this and how I can't wait to get away. I have only 2 days to prepare for a week trip.


The next day I'm practically pacing in front of the big bay windows that go show the entire front yard. Where is the damn UPS man, why hasn't he come yet? I head into the kitchen to refill my glass and I hear a knock at the door. I rush and open it. To my surprise there is a man in a brown uniform that has a letter in his hand and his digital pad in the other.


"Mrs. Carter" He says and raises one eye brow.


Yes I say.


He hands me my letter and asks for me to sign. I do and thank him. I shut the door and lean back against it to brace myself for the news. Either it's true or too good to be true. I stick my finger into the side of the envelope and tear it open. There is a letter addressed to me with numbers and address of the hotel, driver, etc. It's real... it's really for real!


My first call naturally is Melinda. She has been my best friend for years and lives right down the street. I text her "it's real" and not even 10 minutes later she is flying through my door with we quickly move to my bedroom and I pull down the jumbo suitcase from the closet and throw it on my bed. We are giddy like little school girls and jump around in excitement. I open the empty suitcase and look at Mel. She is grinning from ear to ear, and is sincerely showing excitement toward my vacation plans. She goes to the kitchen and grabs my laptop and sits on the bed. I stand pointlessly looking at my closet filled with clothes thinking, what I ware in Atlantic City.


"Well they say if you want to get naughty the only place you can do it is Atlantic City. Can you say road trip?" as she fingers away on the keyboard.


I begin to pack my bags and think to myself, what I should bring. It's the middle of July so ill mostly likely be by the pool at some swanky hotel. I ask Mel to Google the hotel and see what comes up.


A website flashes across the screen reading "Experience a Luxurious Getaway."


We both look at the pictures that begin to scan by and our jaws drop. The hotel is amazing! Trump Taj Mahal. There were many tabs on the side that were labeled: Casino, Entertainment, Nightlife, and Salon Spa ... Where do we start I thought as she clicked onto the casino part of the hotel. Bright lights and movie stars. My stomach started to turn in the anticipation. I throw in a few bathing suits, fresh undies, a little black dress and heels of course, comfy shorts and shirts.


"This time tomorrow I'll be on a plane to New Jersey," I squeal.


As Mel is sharing random info about the Hotel and all the cool things there will be to do there, I realize that I'm going alone.


"I wish it was tickets for two," I say with worse pout face.


I continue to grab outfits out of my closet and I run across the "in case of emergency" box. I take it out and put it on the bed next to my suitcase. Mel sees it and gives me a huge grin.


"Ohhh... It's going to be that type of vacation?" she says sassy.


"You never know," I shrug.


Chapter 2:


 Standing at the gate to the plane I have everything I need. Ticket? Check, Purse, and carry on? Check and check. I'm excited and nervous to see what this trip has in store for me.


"Call me as soon as you land." Mel orders.


"Yes Ma'am," I solute


We share a hug and I'm off down the gate. I find my seat, put away my luggage and relax in my seat. As everyone files onto the plane I find myself people watching. You have the typical suspects. The Crying Baby with the 15 year old Mother, The Fat Dude, The Business Man in a full suit and tie, The Little Old Lady, The Honey Couple and the Sexy Athlete. All this is making me really consider what "my type" actually is. The stwertist starts her safety spiel and I slip into a day dream. I close my eyes and imagine the perfect man and what he could potentially look like. He's tall, that's for sure, beautiful eyes. As I start to imagine his eyes I don't have a specific color, any eyes that sparkle are good with me. He has short groomed hair and a few tattoos that stick out of the arms of his suit jacket. His lips are thick and juicy with a lip piercing on the side. I have to giggle out loud to what I'm actually envisioning. A tattooed, pieced up, sexy business man. Do they even make those? I continue having fun with the thought of this imaginary man and I dose off. Am awakened by the dinging of the, fasten your seat belt que. I wake up just enough to hear the click of my belt and we start descending in the air. I try and wake myself up to look out the window. All you can see was lights, lights everywhere.


I grab my things and exit the plane. Walking out of the terminal I see a woman in her early 30's with a sign that read: Mrs. Carter.


Ugh I really need to get my name changed I though as I saw HIS last name on the sign.


She is dressed in all black and has a tight bun in her hair. Her lips are bright red and she has 5in heels. She is working her uniform for sure.


I greet her with a handshake and she leads me out of the Atlantic City International Airport. It's about 2am and I'm so tired that I can't wait to get to the hotel and hit a bed. We walk up to the valet and she opens the back door to the black suburban. I crawl in and she loads my bags into the trunk with ease. I curl up in the back seat and look out the window. There is so much going on at such an early hour. I roll down my window and hear all the excitement going on in the streets as we drive through the city. Bars, Clubs and lines of people crowd the streets. Before we know it we pull up to a large hotel. In big red lights the hotel reads, TRUMP Taj Mahal. It looks like an Arabian palace. We travel through the parking lot and pull up to the entrance. Before I can catch a grip and take it all in, she is opening the door for me to exit. My bags are at the curb as I look toward the double doors. I can smell the cold ocean breeze as I walk in toward the Check In. I receive my keys and escorted up into my hotel room. I'm shown through the casino and to the elevators by a small bell boy. His tag read, Barry. I followed him to room 4053. He opened the door to my suite and pushed the cart with my luggage in. I have never seen so many lights before in my life. I was in awe as I walked to the large windows that covered the wall of the living area. The view was like nothing I have ever seen, ever. Just outside you can see the moon over the ocean and the wonderful glow. I haven't been to the beach in years, and here I am just a few feet from the ocean for 7 days. I let out a little giggle and bite my lip.


 "Atlantic City, you and I will become more acquainted tomorrow"


Berry was finished unloading my bags and was standing by the door. Of course, a tip. I reach into my purse and grab out a $5. He nods and walks out as I shut the door behind him. It's now 345am and I' am totally jet lagged. I undress half ass and crawl into the master bed in the suite. It smells divine. As soon as my head hits the pillow I'm out cold.


I wake up to the smell of the ocean breeze and the sun shining through the layered shades. I roll over to discover its 12:20. Oh hell, I must have been tired. I roll out of bed and stretch in front of the view of Atlantic City. It's beautiful out even during the daytime. I start to walk around the suite and enjoy every little decoration detail; I stop myself, I Didn't come out to Atlantic City to check out the hotel room. Let's get naughty. I un pack my clothes and realize there is a menu on the bedside table. Mmmm food. I order the French toast and all the sides and continue to unpack and set out an outfit for the day's exploration.


I check the list of activities they offer as I eat my breakfast. It's 2pm now and I realize I haven't called Mel so I shoot her a text.


"Hey I made it, sorry I passed out"


 A few second later she responds.


 "Thank god I was worried."


 I make my way to the shower and freshen up and get ready for the day. I go down in the elevator to the main lobby. The casino is live and busy. I wait in line at help desk.


 "Yes I would like to have a car take me to....... "I enquire.


"Yes," Mrs. Carter, She paused


 "Please call me Rose" I exclaim.


Damn that name!


 You'll have a car out front in 35 minutes. You can enjoy a drink or take a gamble in the casino." She shared.


 "Thank you"


I turn and notice a sign that says Bar, I'll be able to get a drink here. I walk into the bar and it's pretty crowded for the middle of the day. The DJ was a do spinning all the hottest jams. I really got a Sin City vibe when I walked in. I make my way through the crowd and find the bar. I order a double shot of Honey Jack and throw it back. Time to have a good day. I find a set at the bar and order a beer. "Coors light please" as I passed a $10. I find myself people watching again and yes we have the usual suspects for the bar scene. The hottie fist pumping with her 4 inch acrylics, the robot dude, the break-dancer, the shuffler, the stripper, the Dirty Dancer, and The sexy tattooed business looking man with his lip pierced. Oh my god! I say under my breath. I quickly look away. Maybe it's just the jack. I look back and sure as shit, there is a man standing up on the balcony. His hands are resting over the hand rail and tattoos peak out of the bottom of his arm sleeve. He has a navy blue vest and matching pants, a white button up shirt with the top two button undone and some shiny shoes. We meet eye to eye again and he winks at me. Oh hell I think. Did that just happen? I quickly finish my beer and I feel a tap on my shoulder. It's him. Holy shit! He has a cold beer in one hand and a shot in the other.


"Hi there my name is Dominick Ayala I would love it if I have a drink with me."


I'm totally in awe as I go to stand and trip on my own foot. Next thing you know I'm covered in booze and in his arms.


"Oh my god, I'm so sorry "as I realize his white long sleeve isn't white anymore. I stand in front of a short haired, juicy lip pierced Man. I shake my head and cover my face with my hands. The only thing I can do is laugh as he asks the bartender for a towel. He pulled my hands away face to reveal my bright red face and school girlish giggle, and hands me the towel. I start to wipe my face and arms off.


 Well, he said, like I said I'm Dominick. Pleasure meeting you Mrs.....umm... "I caught you but not" I can't help but giggle again. It's Rose, My name is Rose, and the pleasure is all mine as I shake his hand and hand him the towel. "I'm really sorry about your shirt."


 He chuckles and pretends to wipe off beer and jack off his shirt.


Caught up in the moment I totally lost track of time. It's been 45 min.


"Shit" I exclaim. "My car, 45minutes, I'm so sorry I have to go."


 I turn to walk out of the bar and he stops me. "Whoa whoa. What are you trying to say?"


 "I have a car picking me up out front to take me shopping. I was supposed to be out front 10 min ago."


"Well I was just leaving." He states, "I could give u a ride to the shopping center. Then maybe we can get a drink, I owe you."


"Oh no that's fine. I was just trying to see the sights and get some shopping in."


"You're not from here I take it."


 "No actually... It's a funny story..." I catch myself again.


"Maybe we'll see each other later" as I run toward the door.




by on Jun. 22, 2012 at 12:19 PM
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by on Aug. 28, 2012 at 3:49 PM
Holding my spot. Page 8 ch 15
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by on Aug. 28, 2012 at 4:20 PM
Do you want honesty or do you just want niceness?
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by on Aug. 30, 2012 at 12:27 PM


Quoting icecoldcoffee:

Do you want honesty or do you just want niceness?

 honesty please. any and all ideas are welcome.

by on Aug. 30, 2012 at 12:28 PM

here is the link for the revised story/more chapters again incase you missed it.

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