Stacy's Breaking The Rules, Vegas Reunion

By Virginia Wade

Three years after Stacy's wedding in Port Douglas, Australia, the girls are reuniting in Vegas for a weekend of booze, gambling, and sex. Stacy is on a mission to get an invite to the exclusive and mysterious Club Blasé, while Chloe finds herself attracted to a rich and charismatic man by the name of Gerard Alexander. But flirtations can be dangerous, especially with a billionaire who can offer a girl the world, and deliver.

Will what happens in Vegas, stay in Vegas?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Virginia Wade
• Release date: Jul 26, 2018
• ISBN: 9780463197516

Virginia Wade

Virginia Wade is the bestselling author of erotica and erotic romance. Known for her Monster Sex series, the Cum For Bigfoot saga, she has penned tales in a variety of subjects, such as a modern, naughty retelling of Jane Austen's most popular novels and a series on lusty Vikings, in Cum For The Viking, parts 1-5. She has explored sex in outer space with Bred by the Alien and taken readers on a journey to ancient Rome in Conquest of the Gladiator. A mother of two, and a wife, she realized a lifelong dream of writing and publishing after her oldest child graduated from high school. Earlier forays into self-publishing yielded few sales, but the experience and knowledge gained were immeasurable. Once she dipped her toes in erotica, with the publication of Seducing Jennifer, which has now been titled, Jennifer's Anal Seduction, the possibility of success presented itself, as the story found a home in the Erotica Top 100. Her second story, Stacy and the Boys, also rocketed up the charts, reinforcing the idea that writing in this genre was not only fun, but also profitable. An idea to write a campy, teen horror-fest, with a Sasquatch protagonist, led to the creation of Cum For Bigfoot, which is essentially a series of stories spanning several years in the lives of a tribe of Bigfoots and their human lovers. The silliness, the romance, and the sex struck a chord with readers, who enjoyed the adventures of Porsche, Shelly, and Leslie, while the kidnapped teens came to love their hairy abductors. The series is now on its fourteenth installment, with more to follow. Cum For Bigfoot was featured in the October 2012 issue of Penthouse Magazine. The article, Paranormal Porn, was written by Nick Redfern. Visit my web page at https://virginiawadeerotica.wordpress.com

Book preview

One

A lot can happen in three years…

After Stacy’s wedding to Dominic in Australia, I’d returned to the States with Frank, and we had gotten married in California. Stacy soon found out that she was pregnant, and, a while later, I happily discovered I was in the same condition. Our babies were nearly the same age, my daughter having been born three months after Stacy’s boy. I had thrown myself into motherhood, relishing the experience and finding the life of suburban tranquility to be everything I had hoped for.

Then came the phone call.

Chloe?

Yeah?

It’s me, Stacy.

What’s up?

I’m going to Vegas next month. I hope you can join me. It’s been so long since we’ve seen each other.

That’s a terrible idea. Being with Stacy made me forget my morals, my vows, and all the promises to be a good, law-abiding citizen.

How come? she giggled.

Frank would never let me go to Sin City with you. No way in hell.

"Aw, come on. It’s a girl’s weekend. I’m dying for a break. I can only take so much SpongeBob and Bubble Guppies. I’m about to lose my fucking mind. I need a mental health vacation. Frank can spare you for a few days. I’ve booked a room at the Bellagio. Please, please come with me."

He’s not gonna go for it.

Give him a blowjob, and he’ll whip out his American Express Card in no time.

A part of me longed to break free and let my hair down, but, with Stacy, that entailed all sorts of filthy possibilities. She was happily married; I was happily married, but, if we were left to our own devices, without supervision—there was no telling what sorts of naughty things we would get ourselves into.

I’m not a teenybopper anymore, Stacy. I can’t party like I did when I was twenty.

Neither can I. You haven’t seen me in three years. I’ve gained soooo much weight. I’m a fucking bloated whale. I’m totally not the party animal. Her voice was deceptively sweet. Pinky swear.

I laughed, You lying whore! You’re so lying.

I’m in bed by ten every night, honest.

I’ll ask Frank, but I can’t make any promises. Don’t get your hopes up. I know I won’t.

You’re coming to Vegas. Just shake that sweet little ass of yours, and he’ll be givin’ you the green light.

I’d hung up the phone reeling with conflicted emotions. I wanted to go away for a weekend, but I didn’t want to risk my marriage. I knew spending time with Stacy would involve sex—lots of sex. Frank and I were on solid ground. We were happy, faithful, and fulfilled. The last thing I wanted to do was ruin what I had worked so hard for, just to spend three days with my slutty best friend.

But…in the end, Frank had agreed to let me go. The look in his eye told me that he knew exactly what I would be doing with his stepdaughter, and he wouldn’t judge me for it. His trust was something that I would not take lightly. If I were to have sex with other people, it would only be sex. At no point would I allow myself to develop deeper feelings.

He had driven me to the airport, walking in with me, while I stood at the ticket counter; Katie was in his arms. When it was time for me to go through security, we kissed goodbye, the embrace warm and lingering.

Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do, he murmured.

I kissed Katie’s forehead, inhaling the fragrant smell of my toddler. "I…will try to behave. It’s hard with Stacy. You know how it is."

He grinned. Yeah, I know. You have fun. You’re allowed a wild weekend every coupla years. We’ll pretend like it never happened.

That means you’ll be heading off on a golf weekend with your buddies…at like some stripper’s convention.

A wicked gleam was in his eye. Don’t give me any ideas.

I love you.

Love you too.

I glanced at Katie. Mamma’s gonna miss you, baby. Don’t give your daddy too much trouble.

Rebecca’s helping me till Sunday. We’ll be fine. She was his daughter from his first marriage.

I’d be late, if I didn’t hurry up the concourse to security. See you guys on Monday.

We’ll be waiting. Be careful, and party smart.

I will. I’d seen all the Hangover movies. I wouldn’t be accepting drinks from strangers, that was for sure.

My flight was less than an hour, which was hardly enough time to even begin to panic about the fact that I hated to fly. Stacy would be meeting me at the hotel, as she had flown in from Boston earlier. I wheeled a small carry-on bag behind me, as I made my way through the airport towards the taxi stand. It was oppressively hot, the air bone dry, although there was a slight breeze. I’d been to Vegas before. I knew what to expect. The streets weren’t lined with gorgeous showgirls and Wayne Newton wasn’t waiting around the corner with a microphone in his hand. This ostentatious oasis in the desert was a bizarre melting pot of different ethnicities, body types, and ages. Young, beautiful women teetered in five-inch heels and skintight skirts, while a posse of Indian men had gathered to look at their itineraries.

It