And He Thought He Had Married A Hooker, And He Got A Small Town Girl
I was ruining my life, working tables at happy hour place, wearing tight pants and halter tops. I liked the way my tits hung from me, I didn't wear a bra, tits and tips go together and the men there were all from the offices in town. If a hand came hard across your backside, it was welcome, a good hard slap on the ass meant that a big tip was on the way. I lived on tips, the more the better, and frankly it didn't bother me to have a man run his hand across my ass, or look down my top at my nipple and tits.
I was living with three other girls. One of them wanted to be a flight attendant and was studying, the other worked at an office downtown, and we were both cocktail waitresses at the same bar. When it was time to go to bed, we hardly ever wore anything other than small panties, at night. My bedmate would straddle over me and let her tits in my face. We were both twenty three and we were always wet when we had sex. It was the 'best of times'.
It was her birthday coming up and we talked about making a trip out to Las Vegas, we would drive, and have a weekend there. We didn't need to stay at the strip, we could stay at a motel further out. We got to Las Vegas in the late afternoon after the four hour drive. We checked into our 'pad', a motel with a small swimming pool and two double beds. The front desk told us that no 'guests' were allowed and we had to keep the noise down. Believe me, we were not there for any 'guests', we were there to have fun.
We went up and down the strip, we were on a tight budget so we let men buy us drinks. I think, looking back, that our first open air kiss brought us more drinks. We kept our arms and hands around each other, kissing and caressing for the men in the crowd. She did push her hand up under my top to cop a feel and kissed me hard on the mouth. We turned down the invitations, our friends were somewhere but not with us. They were a lot more reserved and we were sure they were sitting in a lobby watching people go by.
It was past midnight and this man was pawing me and working hard to get his hand between my legs. He offered me a hundred dollars, then two hundred to suck his dick. I did not suck dick. I had another drink. He had his arm around my shoulders. I told him I didn't suck dick on the first date. I told him I had a 'girlfriend' I didn't DO dick. I told him I was from a very conservative family and a nice girl doesn't to that without being married first. I lost sight of my girlfriend, I was on the street with him, he was 'walking me', we went into this street side chapel and he paid the entrance fee, bought a cheap ass ring, and before I could clear my head, I was married and he had a signed and very legal marriage license signed in his hand.
Now I was going to suck dick and he was going to get me. I was his wife. I woke up in a room high above the ground at the same casino hotel where we had met. I was naked, and so was he, and I played the night again in my mind. I saw the ring on my finger and I had obviously had sex. His name was Geoff, he was a lawyer from Kansas City and I was his wife. He genuinely believed that I was a hooker giving him a hard time. He was very serious. How was he going to explain to anyone back home he had married a hooker in Las Vegas. Telling him I was not a hooker, I hadn't ever 'had' sex with a man didn't help.
He called a lawyer friend of his to find out how to get out of that mess. It wasn't a phone call, you can get married in half an hour, but getting 'divorced' was another thing. And there was no 'prenup', and he came from a well to do family. I was married to a rich man, to me a man with twenty bucks was rich, but he really was a rich man. He sat with his head in his hands. Granted my outfit didn't help, but I told him he had not married a hooker, to get that through his head. He married a bar maid, but not a hooker, and he had popped my cherry, I was a virgin bride. And I took that ring off and told him he had better get me something I could be proud of.
We shopped for clothes first, before getting a nice ring. I got together with my girlfriends and let them know I was married. I moved to Kansas City. I may have been 23 but I knew how to be a wife. We just got back from Las Vegas to celebrate our twenty years together, sans kids.
