#Las Vegas Strip Attractions

[rabbitcruiser]

Excalibur Hotel and Casino was opened on June 19, 1990.

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Las Vegas Before the Stardust

Before the Stardust’s debut, Las Vegas was already transforming from a desert town to a bustling tourist mecca. Discover how the Strip emerged, the impact of the Hoover Dam, and the post-war boom that set the stage for this iconic casino.

Long before the Stardust Hotel and Casino lit up the Las Vegas Strip with its iconic neon glow, the city of Las Vegas was a much different place. The history of Las Vegas before 1958 reveals a tale of transformation, ambition, and reinvention—themes that would come to define the city’s identity. This post explores the journey of Las Vegas from a small desert town to the glittering entertainment…

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The Best Las Vegas Attractions Off The Strip

Las Vegas is nothing short of one of the most popular tourist destinations in the entire world. Case in point, convention and business travel reached nearly 2 million visitors in May of this year, which is an 878% increase compared to the previous year. 

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✨Staticmoth wedding headcanons✨

Because I have a lot of thoughts but can't come up with the plot to turn it into fic

✨ Vox absolutely loses his shit. You would think that Valentino would be a groomzilla material but oh no no, Val just wants sexy dress and enough coke to last three days of partying. Vox needs everything perfect. He has his grand vision and is ready to tear with bare hands everyone who does not deliver. During the preparation time, he murders as many people as Val usually does. Velvette bails on being the wedding planner after just two weeks because it was seriously straining their friendship. But after a month, she's back in the game. Why? Because Vox strangled three other wedding planners in frustration, and things weren't moving forward, so Val was starting to freak out.

✨ The event is held at the Vees' Tower. I reckon they've got a venue suitable for hosting conferences and porn award shows.

✨ It's a grand event. I'm talking Grand™, like the Kim K and Kanye West of Hell kind of grand. But it's also elite, so the guest list isn't that long, around 200 invited people plus 50 ticketed spots for anyone willing to drop 100k hellish bucks to attend. Everything is dripping with gold and diamonds because "quiet luxury" isn't in the Vees' vocabulary. The whole affair reflects Val's aesthetic more, as it's Vox's love letter to him. Vox already had his wedding, and now it's time to fulfill his husband's dreams. So Val makes about 90% of the decisions without shouldering any real responsibilities. Which is fine by everyone because he's annoying as hell when it comes to picking roses, flamingo feathers, and starters. Nobody wants to put him in high-stress situations. Expect lots of red, pink, and gold, with heavy, decadent fabrics and neon lights; it's like an exclusive brothel meets the Las Vegas strip.

✨ When it comes to flowers, they settled on roses because they're Vox's favorites, which naturally made them Val's favorite too, given the sheer number of bouquets he's received. Vox, being the freak he is, counts every single bouquet he's ever given to Val. So, for their wedding, he ensures there are twice as many roses. Yes, he's a pathological overachiever.

✨ As for attractions, there’s a plethora of erotic dancers in cages and mesmerizing drone light shows. Karaoke, slot machines, live cooking stations, and all the drugs you can imagine. And let's not forget a fountain flowing with tequila. It's a true adult wonderland.

✨ Valentino skips the whole white dress thing and rocks a fierce red latex gown that's very Mugler but with a fetishcore twist. Vox keeps it sleek in a sharp black three-piece suit. His shirt's a bold blue, and his tie matches Val's dress. His shoulder pads are pointy, his waist is slutty, his ass looks divine. Oh yeah, about slutty waist - underneath the shirt he is hiding a leather corset, as a treat for the wedding night.

✨ Also none of them really have friends other than Velvette, just associates so there are no groomsmen/maids.

✨ Since there aren't any traditional churches or government officials in Hell (if there's even a government at all), Velvette takes on the role of officiating the wedding. Vox isn't entirely thrilled with this choice because there's always the risk she might crack a joke or publicly rib him, but hey, there's really no one else who could pull it off. I imagine that a wedding in Hell is also some form of magical contract but more about partnership than ownership. They do not exchange rings but blood sksksk also I don’t think that Vox can really wear rings with his claws? And they couldn't quite agree on a design that satisfied both of them. In the end, Val ends up wearing his illegally imported engagement ring from Earth, featuring four pink diamonds shaped like a moth's wings.

✨ Val's vow is, well, atrocious. It's the kind of thing that would definitely land him in one of those TikTok compilations of terrible grooms ruining their weddings. He mentions cream pieing Vox at least once. Vox at first freaks out but seconds later realizes Wow that's the man I'm marrying. I wouldn't want him any other way On the flip side, Vox's vow is immaculate. Crafted with the assistance of Voxtek's CMO and practiced to perfection, it leaves everyone in awe. He has out-of-body experience playing this role of prince charming.

✨ For their first dance, they opt for a steamy tango. Picture this: swirling red smoke on the floor, making it seem like they're dancing on the sky of the pride ring when the sun is setting down. Little do the guests know, the smoke is laced with drugs, sending most of them on a wild trip. The party quickly goes off the rails, but in the best way possible (according to the Vees’ standards).

✨ The cake is a five-tier monstrosity with five different flavors: tres leches and chocolate-cherry chosen by Val, confetti cake and strawberry cheesecake chosen by Vox and Red Velvet for Velvette because she couldn't shut up about it To top it all off, there's a big chocolate figure of Vox and Valentino dancing. Val is later caught drunk, eating it with his bare hands like the filthy animal he is.

✨ Velvette’s wedding gift is a pair of customized matching guns with small engravings that read "Partners in Crime."

✨ Valentino pulls off a surprise special pole dance performance as a wedding gift for his husband. Let's just say it's scorching hot and leaves at least 50 guests with, uh, visible excitement. Later on, things almost escalate to a full-on table bang, but...

✨ Velvette spends the entire evening reminding them that they can't just vanish to consummate their marriage because this whole party took months of preparations, and they need to be present. After all, people paid good money to be around them. The threat of cock cages hangs over their heads, but they promise to behave. However, Val being the horny beast he is, ends up taking Vox to the bathroom for a quickie anyway. Velvette decides to let it slide this time.

✨ At least 20 casualties mark the night. Vox ends up zapping one of the guests who gets a bit too clingy with Val during the dance. Meanwhile, Val gets into a brawl and, well, let's just say it doesn't end well for the other guy. Surprisingly, everyone seems to be having a great time, but hey, these are the Vees' colleagues we're talking about—they thrive on violence and sex.

✨ Yeah, there's no shortage of sex at this party. With a guest list mainly consisting of businesspeople, adult performers, and mobsters, tensions escalate rapidly. By around 3 A.M., half of the party is busy getting down and dirty in every corner imaginable.

✨ When Vox reaches the perfect level of drunkenness, he seizes control of the DJ station. Surprisingly, he's a natural, dropping beats like a pro and having an absolute blast. Val, meanwhile, goes absolutely wild watching him, thrilled to see Vox letting loose and embracing his creative side.

✨ Derek, Vox's assistant, is the odd one out, the only low-status person to snag an invite because Vox felt kinda generous. But truth be told, Derek hates the idea and wasn't keen on attending. However, when Melissa caught wind of his invitation, she practically dragged him there to be his plus one, desperate to get closer to Velvette. Derek's terrified of most of the guests, but Melissa's over the moon. She later fucks him as a reward for being a very brave boy. Angel is not invited because he would ruin mood of both grooms.

✨ Valentino had prepared the filthiest, kinkiest, most elaborate wedding night, but it doesn't go as planned. Surprisingly, things turn out very vanilla for their standards, with a lot of missionary, eye contact, and hand-holding. After 16 hours of non-stop action, they're both too exhausted to even think about getting creative.

Thank you @purrpleowl @watcherofeternalflame @canadianlucifer @aroromantic @malu897 @staticmothed @chaggieslovechild @gumm1defloor @mayflowersfly for your thoughts!

[vintagelasvegas]

Texaco Fire Chief, Las Vegas Strip, 1947

The service station opened on the grounds of Last Frontier Hotel in 1947, styled to match the resort's all-encompassing Old West theme, and featuring what is likely the Strip's first large scale animated neon sign. This became a Mobil station in the 60s, demolished in '66.

Photo: Texaco Fire Chief, late construction, 1947.

Article: Fire Station? Hey, That’s A Gas Station. Review-Journal, 9/3/50

One of the most unique gasoline stations in the world is the Texaco "Fire Station" located near the entrance to the Last Frontier Village, operated by William "Andy" Anderson.

The structure is a combination of several separate buildings of the 1856 period. A horse-drawn pumper stands at the front of the building. This was the first piece of equipment west of the Mississippi and was hauled piece by piece in covered wagons to Virginia City. It cost $4,000 and dates back to 1893. After service In Virginia City, Reno, and Fallon, it was purchased by the Last Frontier.

Also on display Is a hand-pulled fire engine which dates back 130 years. The carriage Is supported by four large wood-spoked wheels and has a revolving drum In the center of wood, brass and nickel.

But what attracts the greatest number of tourists Is the brilliant neon-lighted sign over the gas station canopy. It depicts horses drawing a pumper, even to smoke belching from the stack, with two firemen aboard.

L. F. Manis Photograph Collection (PH-00100), UNLV Special Collections.

[hotgirlbedtimescenarios]

Winner Takes All

Pairing: Javier Peña x seductress!reader

Words: 3.7k

Summary –  As a con artist, you’re always looking for your next victim; tonight, it's Javier Peña. He falls for your game, but somewhere along the way, you fall for his good looks and charm. Although he's been seduced, he has a few tricks up his sleeve as well and leaves you more than satisfied for the night.

Warnings: 18+, adult content, smut, lying, stealing, gold-digging, alcohol

Main Masterlist

Having just finished scoping out the lounge, you sit at the bar occupying the entire back wall of this particular casino. Like every other casino on the Las Vegas strip, this one has a similar dark and smoke-hazed ambiance.

The opulent, golden chandeliers above only emit the dimmest amount of light, and the rest comes from the flash of machines and table lamps at blackjack tables and the occasional flickering neon sign hung around the room.

"Pomegranate martini," you order when the bartender acknowledges your presence. He nods and turns to the ceiling-high shelf of alcohol and glasses to begin concocting your drink.

As you wait, you sigh and turn back to look over the room. Like most Saturday nights, you've done well for yourself. Each unsuspecting victim has played right into your hands, per usual. You see similar easy pickings in this room, scattered among the card tables and slot machines.

Drunk older men, the ones slurring their words and pawing at every beautiful woman they see. Obsessed with spending money they shouldn't and flaunting the gambling prowess they think they have in hopes of seducing a younger, much sexier woman to be their arm candy for the night.

You play along, assuming your persona as a doting, sexy, air-headed seductress. It's a fine line you walk, carrying yourself with enough dignity and elegance to attract the most wealthy targets while not appearing too keen and clever to hurt their tiny little egos or have them suspect you of being a swindler.

Although that's exactly what you are.

A seductress, a vixen, a succubus, or whatever term is preferred. You don't feel guilty; you actually think you're doing them a favor and saving these pompous assholes from some other girl who goes for the long con, marrying them and divorcing them only to steal half their life, pretending actually to care for them.

Instead, you keep them company for the night, laughing along to all their stupid jokes, pretending you might sleep with them even though you know you won't. They often are too wasted to get it up in the event of hooking up anyway, but you don't care; you never sleep with them. Suckers.

The bartender places your martini glass in front of you, and you thank him, flashing a smile and handing over a generous amount of cash. "Keep the change," you say, sultry and low, the same voice you've used on all the other men tonight. He winks and walks away, but not before his eyes drag across your body, a flash of desire sparking in their depths.

You're used to it, especially tonight in your favorite black silk gown with a high slit that falls to your mid-thigh—the fabric clings to your frame, showing off your figure. The top's deep v exposes the perfect amount of cleavage and the smooth expanse of your chest adorned with your favorite thin, silver, diamond pendant necklace. Paired with your dangling silver earrings and jet-black stilettos, you must admit, you look stunning.

By now, it's nearly 1:30 am, and you're bored of drunk old men staring at your tits and bragging about who knows what, words slurring, and hands wandering.

Tonight, you want a challenge, some entertainment, and maybe even some real flirting. You've already snagged a few nice watches, been treated to a Michelin star meal, and have an enormous wad of cash in the purse slung around your shoulder. You look too good not to let yourself indulge a little tonight.

You look around the bar, searching for your next plaything. Your eyes drift past countless clusters of drunk men on bachelor trips, sugar babies hanging off the arms of a few wealthy-looking older men, and numerous unremarkable strangers.

Then, you spot a dark, tanned, gorgeous man. You watch him excuse himself from a blackjack table and strut to the opposite end of the bar. He walks with smooth confidence, obviously not plastered like most other patrons by this time of night. His tall frame leans against the bar, elbows bent, causing his muscles to bulge against the buttoned shirt he wears.

He motions to the bartender, who takes his order and reappears shortly after with a cigar. You watch the man take the cigar between his plush, pouty lips and hold it there as he lights the other end. He inhales, then tips his head back and exhales the smoke slowly, exposing his tan, muscled neck and chiseled jaw.

Him. That's the man you choose to take from tonight: his money, his attention, maybe even some pleasure.

The trick is to let them come to you. Make them feel like it's their idea, like you're the prey, and they are the ones who picked you and not the other way around—a little game of cat and mouse.

You sit up a little taller and cross your legs, your body facing forward toward the bar, but you turn your head ever so slightly. Gazing curiously at the cigar between his fingers, you tilt your head and throw on the best set of doe eyes you can muster. Then you wait.

Hook.

You wait a few moments as the man takes another drag of the cigar and exhales. He finally notices your eyes on him. His eyes glance in your direction, and before you can tear your eyes away fast enough, you make eye contact briefly. You'd been "caught" staring.

You offer up a shy, barely there smile and lower your eyes to your drink as you allow a feint blush to spread across your cheeks.

Although you are now staring at the contents of your martini glass, pretending to be embarrassed, you can see the man analyzing you out of your peripheral.

He does a slow, steady sweep of your body from head to toe. Dragging his dark brown eyes across your skin, drinking you in, and apparently liking what he sees, he quirks a brow and smirks a little to himself.

Line.

You pick up the martini glass before you, long, delicate fingers wrapped around the stem, and bring it to your lips. Slowly, you tilt your head back to finish the last bit of your drink, exposing the long swath of your neck, and swallow.

Oh no. A beautiful woman, alone at the bar, with nothing left to drink. How terrible. It sure would be nice if a handsome stranger across the bar came to your rescue.

As you set your empty glass back on the bar, out of the corner of your eye, you see that man has the same idea, and he walks your way.

Sinker.

What a sucker, you think to yourself. It takes everything in you to clamp down on the chuckle that wants to slip out. He struts up to you and sits on the barstool next to you, cigar still smoking between his fingers.

"Hope you don't mind," he says, velvety and smooth. Up close, you have a better view of his sultry eyes and the full mustache perched above full lips.

Oh. That's nice, you think to yourself.

"Not at all," you respond, then tease, "Actually, I'm curious. Do you smoke those to look pretentious, or do they taste better than they smell?"

A glint of something sparks deep within his dark eyes, a challenge, and he lets out a small, breathy laugh. "Both."

"Finally, an honest answer," you smile playfully.

"Let me get you another drink, and I'll tell you anything else you want to know, sweetheart."

"Deal," you agree, "thanks..." you pause, waiting for him to introduce himself.

"Javier or Javi if you want. And you are?"

"Alessandra," you answer, one of your go-to fake names. You can never be too careful playing games like this.

Javier buys you both a round, then another. Both of you flirt and tease as the night goes on, and you find the distance between you much smaller before long.

"So, can I have a taste or what?" you ask, staring suggestively at his lips.

His eyebrow quirks up immediately, and his mouth begins to open, but before he can respond to what sounds like a filthy proposition, you motion to the last bits of his cigar. He pauses, eyes darkening, and he clears his throat.

With a voice more strained than before, he answers, "I'll give you anything you want, Hermosa.

He extends the cigar between the two of you to hand it off, but instead of taking it into your fingers, you wrap your lips around the unlit end. Inhaling, you raise your eyes to make contact with his; as you hollow out your cheeks and inhale, you swear you hear a growl rumble in his chest.

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You don't remember exactly how it happened after that, but here you are, back pressed against his hotel room door. One of Javier's hands kneads your hip while the other fumbles with the key card, trying to unlock the door and usher you inside. His body presses against yours, smothering you in his warmth, and his lips travel down your neck hungrily. Finally, the door unlocks, and he pulls you inside.

The door slams shut, and in a frenzy, you begin tearing each other's clothes off amidst kissing, moaning, and groping. Your hands have fistfuls of his dark, gorgeous hair as he slips one strap off your shoulder and then the other. Your silky black dress falls to the floor, and you peel off your delicate lace thong.

"Fuck," he breathes as his eyes sweep down your naked body. Javier's hands travel up your waist, across your stomach, and palm at your breasts.

He squeezes one gently as he takes the opposite nipple into his mouth and flicks his tongue over it, drawing out a whimper from you. You relish the feeling before he releases it with a pop and sucks the other one into his mouth, running his tongue over it as well.

When he's done, he drags his tongue from your nipple, up your chest, along your neck, and ends at your ear, his nose and mustache tickling you along the way. Your legs tense, and your insides pulse at the sensation.

Hungrily, you unbutton the rest of his shirt, finally exposing his toned, golden chest, and toss it onto the floor. Javier wraps his arms around you, leading you backward toward the bed. When the back of your knees contacts the mattress, he gently lowers you onto your back onto the plush surface.

You move to flick off your black stilettos, but Javier kneels between your legs, and with a hand on your ankle, he stops the motion. "Keep those on for me, baby."

Your stomach flips at the sultry command, and you obey, relaxing against the mattress. Still knelt between your legs, Javier's hands rub up the back of your calves, over the top of your thighs, and stop in between them, just below the apex.

He spreads your legs apart, revealing your soaked, glistening cunt. "Goddamn," he moans, so needy it sounds almost painful," let me taste you," he begs. "Please."

"Yes, Javi. Please," you pant, body writhing with desire at his hot breath tickling against your core as he begs you.

His grip on your thighs tightens as he pulls you closer to the edge of the bed so he can lean forward and bury his face in your cunt. He begins with a slow, broad swipe of his tongue up your center, gathering the slickness and moaning into you.

Your head throws back, and a groan escapes from somewhere deep in your chest. His tongue swipes back and forth between your folds, and above, his pronounced nose presses against your clit, sending a wave of pleasure rolling through your body. He eats you, slow and steady, almost agonizingly, as he takes his time, tasting you and feeling you.

You squirm beneath his hands. "Please," you pant, "more. I need more."

"Is this what you need, baby?" he asks, taunting, as he pulls his face away to replace his tongue with his middle finger. When you look up between your legs, you meet his gaze, wild-eyed and heavy with blown pupils that stare down at you. He traces his finger down your center, then finally plunges it inside you, eliciting a high-pitched whimper.

"Yeah, that's right," he purrs, " feels good, doesn't it?"

"Yes" is all you manage to breathe out.

He continues, extracting more and more of your slick until it drips messily down his finger and across his palm. His pace quickens when he adds his ring finger, adding new pressure and sensation.

By now, you are begging for release; a light sheen of sweat coats your skin, and your muscles feel liquid. As if he can sense it, Javi crooks his fingers, finally hitting a spot inside you that has you barreling towards release.

"There it is," he purrs, soft and tender. "Come on, baby, give it to me."

Your heart pounds like it wants to escape, and your breath comes out jagged and labored. The only response you have for him is the squirming of your hips and the clenching of sheets in your fists.

Then, to push you careening off the edge of release, he pumps faster, harder, and brings his mouth to your clit, coating it in the warmth of his mouth, and sucks.

The band snaps. Your back arches off the bed, and your head rolls back. Unrelenting, he massages you through it, extracting a trickle of warmth that coats his fingers, lips, and mustache. Your insides pulse and a tingle reaches every fiber of muscle within you.

Finally, your muscles relax, and you lay flat against the bed, panting. Javi stands and leans over you, observing. His pupils are blown wide with lust, and his chin glistens with your spend.

He leans closer and whispers, "I could watch you do that all night."

"I'd let you," you answer before closing the distance between you with a kiss. You can taste yourself on him, mixed with the hearty tang of a cigar. It causes something to begin stirring inside of you all over again.

"Is that right?" He smirks.

You're hungry for him, eager to taste him like he tasted you. Dragging your hands down across his chest and down his abdomen, you finally reach the button of his jeans.

"My turn," you say as you undo the button and begin to slide down his jeans and briefs all at once. His hard cock springs free, dripping with his own juices. The sheer size of it has your mouth watering. His member is thick and long, with a prominent vein running along the bottom to this dense, heady tip.

Javi kicks his jeans and briefs onto the floor while you trade places with him. Now, he sits perched on the edge of the mattress, fully naked, thick thighs spread so you can slot yourself between them on the floor. You kneel between them, ready to worship.

Knelt before him, you look up to meet his lust-filled stare, his eyes dark and needy. You reach up toward his rock-hard member erect before you and graze a finger across his tip, featherlight.

He whimpers, a filthy desperate sound as you caress his tip, making his cock twitch as you gather his precum on your fingertip and swipe down to the base of his cock.

You smile, a smug, filthy grin pulling up the corner of your lips, "Sounding desperate up there, Javi," you tease him.

A growl emanates from his chest, surely about to put you in your place, but before he can, you lean forward and flatten your tongue against the base of his cock before licking a slow strip up to his tip.

He releases a hiss from between clenched teeth when you circle his leaking tip with the pad of your tongue. Then, without warning, you open your throat and take him all the way down to his base. You gag around his massive length, saliva dripping inside your mouth and coating him in slick.

"Jesus,” he moans somewhere above you, “fuck."

After a moment, you release him, taking in a big gulp of air. "So big," you praise him as you finally wrap a hand around him and start to pump his shaft, already slick with the mixture of your saliva and his precum. It squelches in your grip, a perverted sound that only eggs you on.

With one hand pumping and applying pressure, you take his tip back into your mouth again, sucking and swirling your tongue around him.

Javi leans forward and places his hand on the back of your skull, gently praising you, "Goddamn baby, love your perfect little mouth wrapped around my cock."

You work him with the combination of your hand and mouth for a while, drawing out groans and watching him squirm beneath you while you bob up and down.

Using your free hand, you reach up to cup his balls and give them a gentle squeeze, caressing them in your hand. A guttural sound leaves Javis's open mouth as he gathers your hair in his hand and yanks your mouth from his painfully hard member.

You grin at him, sinful, and eyes heavy-lidded with lust as a mixture of his juices and your saliva dribble down your chin.

"I'm going to fuck that grin right off your face," he threatens.

And he does.

He positions you on all fours on the bed, heels still on, poking outwards as he climbs onto the bed behind you. He rises to his knees, slots in between your legs, and enters you in one fluid motion, thrusting so hard that your heels fly off and clatter to the floor.

His large, rough hands gripping your waist and pounding into you, the smack of his pelvis against your ass, along with the squelching of your wet pussy filling the room.

You whine out in ecstasy, only spurring him on further. The length of him reaches the further depths of you, blurring between pain and pleasure but never crossing the line; it hurts so good.

Between huffs of breath and a clenched jaw, he taunts you, "Your tight little pussy was begging for a good fuck wasn't it?"

His filthy words only send you careening further into pleasure. Your legs begin to shake, alerting him that it won't last much longer.

"Fuck yes," he reaches around, and his fingers circle your clit until you cry out and a second orgasm rips through you.

Ravenously fucks you through it. His thrusts speed up unrelentingly as he finally chases his own high, grabbing your neck from behind and pressing your face into the pillows.

At the last second, he pulls out, leaving your hole gaping and throbbing but already missing the way he filled you. He releases his spend on your back, gripping his cock and pumping out every last drop.

Then he does the unexpected.

You hear Javier shuffle to the bathroom as you lay face down on the sheets, still recovering from the exertion. Moments later, he returns to you with a fresh washcloth, first wiping the tears from the corner of your eyes and the slick gathered around your mouth; then he cleans the inside of your thighs and your back so gently compared to moments ago.

"You all right," he asks, voice softer and kinder than it was in the throes of passion.

"Great, actually," you smile up at him mischievously.

He leans in and kisses you on the shoulder, then tucks a stray strand of hair behind your ears, "Stay as long as you'd like."

You go to the bathroom and freshen up; when you come out, he's sprawled underneath the sheets and shoots you a lazy smile, waving you forward to join him.

You slide into bed with him, and Javier holds you against his body underneath the sheets, rubbing his hand up and down the smooth contours of your body until, before long, he falls asleep.

You lie with him for a while, oddly finding comfort in the sleepy breaths that escape his lips and tickle the hair on the back of your neck. However, once you're sure Javi is asleep, you carefully extract yourself from his arms and tip-toe around the room to gather your clothing and redress.

If you're honest with yourself, you almost feel guilty about what you must do next. But it's back to your usual business now.

Quickly and quietly, you find Javier's wallet in the back pocket of his jeans, which you'd stripped off him earlier and discarded on the floor.

Typically, you'd take the entire thing, leaving nothing behind, not even its empty carcass, but you decide to play nice this time. After all, Javier may have just given you the best two orgasms of your life and was a gentleman after the fact, cleaning you up and cuddling you in bed. You must admit, he fucks hard and aftercares like an angel; what a man.

With your heels in your hands, you sneak out of his hotel room. In the purse slung over your shoulder, you have an extra couple hundred dollars from Javis' wallet.

It was an excellent payday, especially considering you'd left him $20, his leather wallet, and even the nice watch he had resting on the dresser. After all, you'd genuinely enjoyed your night together, so you decided to be kind. Plus, you'd seen some police bade in his wallet, so you decided not to piss him off too bad.

The hotel room door clicks closed behind you, and you walk down the hallway. When the elevator dings, you enter the carriage and press the button to carry you to the lobby.

Just before the doors slide shut, you hear a voice, the same one that has been purring in your ear all night, yell, "fuck!" as he realizes he fell for your game.

Javier Peña just got swindled. But hey, at least you’d given him a good time, and something tells you he’s probably paid even more for a night with a woman before. It’s only fair that you get the same, right?

You're still smirking when you leave the casino lobby and disappear into the crowded street.

[tiarasnteakettles]

Cammy's costume is primarily made from luscious peau de soie in a soft pink colour, accented with matching gradient hand-dyed ostrich feather plumes and encrusted with silvery beads and rhinestones.

A brief history about the showgirls of Las Vegas:

The first casino on the Las Vegas strip to employ dancing girls as a diversion between acts was the El Rancho Vegas in 1941.

Initially opening and closing for headline acts, sometimes dancing around the headliner, showgirls quickly became the main attraction and stars of the show. Soon, showgirls performed in every hotel and casino on the Las Vegas strip.

After the 1960's, the popularity of showgirl performances in Las Vegas slowly declined, with all of the major shows having closed for good by the early 21st century.

Get a standee of Showgirl Cammy here!

[laura1633]

So much has gone wrong for Max this season that it seems only fitting that he spends the week leading up to Las Vegas bitching about it and then seals the championship there and gets paraded down the strip as the star attraction 😂

Please let it happen, I don' want it to go down to the last race!

[shes-an-oddbird]

WIP Wednesday - The Suncatcher

Thank you @annoyingcloudearthquake for tagging me! I've been working on this fic for actual years now, since the end of season 3, and I'd really love to finish it as a sort of thank you now that the show is ending. Unfortunately it's one of those fics that has grown out of control and has multiple main characters, alternating povs and is nowhere near done but I made fun little moodboards for each character to help motivate me to finish and thought I would share them and a little snippet with each. Fair warning the story was inspired by my niche obsession with Cirque du Soleil and an odd fascination with Las Vegas.

Summary: When a wealthy group of investors decides to save a struggling Las Vegas hotel, The Suncatcher, former performers Owen and Tommy are asked to revive their first Cirque show and turn it into the must-see attraction on the iconic strip. Together they recruit a misfit group of artists who deserve a second chance at the high-flying circus life and are determined to put on the best show they can even when they run into obstacles around every corner.

Neon - A Night in Las Vegas TK Strand - The Visitor - Aerial Straps/Duo Straps Artist

'The sun sets and a first time visitor falls in love with the heart of the city itself '

He passes Jonah’s door and moves towards the kitchen, stopping again when he hears voices.

“So what do you think?” To TK’s surprise it’s his dad’s voice. He didn’t even know his dad was in town.

“I think-I think you ask very good questions Owen Strand.” His mom answers. “I mean I have complete faith that he could do it, physically he’s there, mentally he’s there – “

“But – “ His dad asks and the long pause that follows makes his gut twist uncomfortably. But what?

“Emotionally I think he’s getting there,” Gwyn finally says, “Alex may have set him back a little bit.”

Alex? Why would they be talking about Alex? Why were they talking about him at all?

“Doing a show would get him out of New York, might be good for him, a way to move on?”

“Yes, but to do a show in Las Vegas of all the places, and a love story at that, especially this love story.” His mom reasons, pouring out all her concerns at once.

He hears a small amused scoff from his dad. “He’s a grown man Gwyn, surely he’s come to terms with the divorce by now.”

“I’m sure he has but it’s a bit more complicated than that, he’s always loved love but it’s never been very kind to him in return.”

“Maybe this time it will be.” Owen urges. “It’s an opportunity to start over, to try again.”

There is a long pause. TK debates whether he should round the corner to the kitchen, back track to his room or stay put in hopes of more information. His dad was talking about a show. It had been a long time since he performed although he’d be lying if he said he didn’t want to get back at it. Nothing really compared when your old day job title could be simplified to circus performer.

“He always did love Neon, it would be nice for him to have that back.” Her voice is wistful now but his gut clenches once more at the name.

Neon. As is Neon, Neon. The old Cirque show he’s spent hours of his young life absorbed in? The show where his parents fell in love both in real life and in front of the audience every night? They wanted him to be a part of that Neon.

“So you think I should ask him?” Owen asks.

“I think you already did, good morning TK.” TK flinches. She knew he was there the whole time. He’s not surprised, his mom always could see through walls, but damn does he wish he could have had a minute longer to process everything.

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The Hang over

Death Island!Leon x Reader

Currently watching The Hangover movie right now and I thought “This would be funny if it were Leon & Y/N’s position!”

Content: Fluff????, Drinking, Smoking, Based off of the hangover movie, Tattoos, unintentional marriage, bad life choices that you shouldn’t make unlike y/n & leon!

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Originally you went on a Vegas Trip to celebrate your bestfriends 26th birthday but that turned into a shit show, You drank ALL night, smoked heavy amounts of weed found yourself in a strip club & then running to a very attractive older guy on the Las Vegas strip & after that you couldn’t remember a thing. So when you woke up everything was a hot mess. Including you. The next day you woke up in a large bed luckily wearing some clothes, You still had your underwear and skirt on but your top & bra was missing. You were barely waking so when you were rubbing your eyes you assumed you were alone in your hotel room.

Wrong. Very very fucking wrong.

You turned around to grab your phone but you felt a warm broad chest on your hand causing you to snatch your arm away and cover your breasts and jump out of bed“WHAT THE FUCK?!” Your loud scream startled the man in your bed that he jumped up in a panic as much as you “where the hell am i!?” “How the fuck did you get in my room!? Who even are you!?” The man looked at you with tired but confused eyes, fuck he was ho- NO. Not right now. “Oh my god please please tell me we didn’t-“ “be both have our pants on your just missing a bra and a shirt I think we’re fine doll.” Doll? DOLL!? And then your best-friend Casey stumbled in with slurred words “awhh lo-*hiccup*look at the newllyy wedded couplle!! Anyways th-theres a fucking baby in the b-bath tub” what. “I’m sorry? Newly weds what the fuck are you talking about?” Your friend giggled and smiled “you & leon got married last night at the chapel remember? Probably not last night was fucking crazy, anyways put on a top dumbass” fuck. You staggered around with this man named Leon following around helping you look for one and successfully you did so both of you put on shirts, all 3 of you walked into the main room of the suite & saw a mess.

You groaned as you held your head from the hangover & saw another one of your friends Jessica fall over “THERE’S A BABY IN THE FUCKING BATHROOM” Leon scrunched his face and so did you, “Alright chill out let me go check everything’s fine-“ he walked in the bathroom and you heard him shriek “THERES A BABY IN THE BATH TUB?” Your jaw dropped as you stared at Casey and quickly ran in the bathroom “oh my gosh there’s actually a fucking baby.” You quickly picked up “I don’t think you should curse around a child” You glared down Leon “Really? Cus I think you’re a stranger that shouldn’t be around a baby.” He glared back at you as you held the baby close before walking into the main room “Jesus christ what did we do last night??” You heard the older man grumble out while Case giggled “You don’t remember? You guys got married by Elvis Fucking Presley.”

Pardon?? You & Leon starred at each other in disbelief and quickly ran out of the hotel room, down to the lobby & outside still holding the baby “We need to find that goddamn chapel & get a divorce.” You nodded your head in agreement and luckily a cop car pulled up “For you officers” you tilted your guys’ head as some random guy just gave you a fucking cop car “just act normal and get in the fucking car.” So you obliged but as you were about to get in- “FREEZE!” You immediately stopped in your tracks and saw Leon get tazed in the literal nuts. “Your under arrest for attempting to steal a cop car!” You both were handcuffed together.

Amazing. As if this day couldn’t get any worse. 30 minutes later you both wound up in the Metro Police Department & sat there for 20 more minutes trying to be let off which was successful but on your way out you, you guys were uncuffed but you realized you couldn’t just keep caring for some random baby so you gave it to a police officer in hopes they would find the childs parents. You two ended up walking out of the station behind Leon where you saw a tramp stamp. “Uhm…You know you have a tramp stamp right? i just wanna like- double check.” Leon immediately stopped in his tracks slowly turning towards you & had his jaw dropped “What the fuck did you say? I have a TRAMP STAMP??” You covered your mouth and tried not to laugh at his reaction but unfortunately you failed “Your a fucking asshole you know that?” You apologized profusely but all you got was the hard core middle finger. Today was going to be a LONG. Day.

For most of the day you two looked around Vegas for the chapel you two got ‘married’ in and eventually you got lucky. When you both found the chapel you guys walked inside and let Leon do the talking. “Hey uhm- Me & this young woman came here last night & um- got married by some Elvis impersonator? Is there any way we can get a divorce here?” The receptionist scoffed snd set down her cigarette “Y’know we hate tourists like you- always bein’ indecisive and blamin us. We stopped doin divorced here years ago. You gotta bring that to a legitimate court honey. Run along now.”

You & Leon stood there dumbfounded “But- shit..” You both looked at each other & huffed. You pulled out your phone and called casey and once she picked up you sighed “Yeah listen- we fucked up, we didn’t read over the contract I assume and we’re being told in order to get this bullshit divorce we have to go to a legitimate court” Casey laughed at your predicament over the phone that it became annoying so you hung up while Leon mustered the courage to talk “I guess we have to deal with being newlywed’s doll face.” You frowned shaking your head and running your hands down your face “This cannot be fucking real right now.” “Hey Hey hey, I’m sure it’s gonna be fine sweetheart, we can either get to know each other, get dinner or..just completely ignore each other for the rest of our lives snd go our separate ways. But i’m more heavy on getting dinner because I would REALLY..like to know who you are.” You smiled softly at his reassurance and nodded “Yeah..I uh- I really like that idea.” “Alright well then, We should head out of this chapel, find a little restaurant or something, & just talk.” Leon said before grabbing your hand and guiding you out of the lobby of the Vegas Chapel.

Maybe making poor life choices wasn’t so bad after all.

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The Coca-Cola Company, then known as the Pemberton Medicine Company, was incorporated in Atlanta on January 15, 1889.

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We hope you’ve enjoyed the first couple of weeks of fics from the Bottom Louis Fic Fest 2023! Every two weeks, we’re compiling all of the fics from that period into one roundup post so they’re easy to find for anyone looking to catch up on fics they missed. Enjoy these amazing fics and give them the love they deserve!

love is pain, pain is pleasure

A fic by louixamor on AO3 | @louixamor on Tumblr | @louixamor on Twitter

25k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

After a series of disturbing events threaten his safety, Louis has no choice but to hire a new bodyguard. Enter Harry, an incredibly attractive, judgmental asshole who hates Louis’ guts.

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Good and Bad and Right and Wrong

A fic by TeamLouis on AO3 | @teamlouis2023 on Tumblr

5k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis angrily threw a pillow at his head, but Harry avoided it, laughing loudly as he slammed the door behind him. Louis bit his lip, grumpy and flushed and hard again, tension and arguments like this with his dear husband always a huge turn on. He knew it was his toxic trait, but at the same time, it was so good to let the tension build until it exploded under the sheets. So instead of pouting and groaning in bed, waiting for Harry to leave the house without him like he first intended to do, Louis kicked the sheets of his legs, stripped off his boxers –and gave his cock a few nice quick strokes, before getting dressed for the gym. Harry smiled widely when he joined him in the kitchen. Louis flipped him off. He promised himself he would have his revenge. Or the one where Louis doesn't want to go to the gym

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The Wild Night to Memory Loss to Soul Mates Pipeline

A fic by thecheshirepussycat on AO3 | @the-cheshire-pussy-cat on Tumblr | @Bee_With_Mee on Twitter

18k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“What the fuck are you on—holy shit,” Louis gasps, looking down at his own hand to see a white gold band wrapped his left ring finger. “Wh-what is going on?” “Sure is a conundrum,” the man muses, realization flashing in his green eyes. “I-I’m not married, I can’t be married,” Louis mumbles to himself, staring wide-eyed at the ring, heart racing a mile a minute. AKA: Harry and Louis get drunkenly married in Las Vegas, as one does.

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Smile for the Camera for It Knows Everything, Hollywood Star

A fic by daydreamlwts on AO3 | @daydreamlwts on Twitter

7k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Prompt 132- The story of Nancy Reagan being called the blowjob queen of Hollywood but it's Louis.

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Three Men and a Baby

A fic by sun_flowr on AO3 | @escapades28 on Twitter

123k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Louis' life had been going along just fine. Until one morning when his entire world changes when he steps on a piece of lego belonging to a young boy who has randomly appeared in his flat. And with that boy comes his gorgeous father. His flatmate Zayn has some explaining to do but he's definitely not complaining, instantly feeling connected to these new additions. Over the span of a year, life gets crazy, frustrating, surprising and most importantly...filled with love. Prompt 548: For as long as Louis can remember, it has only been him and his best friend Zayn in their little flat, but when Zayn comes home telling Louis about his friend with nowhere to stay after a bad breakup, Louis suddenly finds himself sharing his flat with a gorgeous green-eyed man called Harry along with his adorable toddler son.

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always an angel, never a god

A fic by outropeace on AO3 | @outropeace on Tumblr | @outropeaces on Twitter

40k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

To understand the level of deep water Louis was in, one first needed to know he has had the same best friend since he was five. Ethan Astor was family to him—a friend who he loved deeply despite their differences. A friend he would do almost anything for. So when Ethan came to him with the plan, no matter how he felt about it, Louis accepted it. At first, it was simple, he just had to flutter his eyelashes at any of the boys that showed interest in Ethan, and if they fell for it, he just dumped them without telling them the reason. Somehow, the rumors spread around campus that Ethan had an insufferable friend they had to somehow win over to reach him. Like a final monster before getting the princess. Or: Harry likes Louis’ best friend and there's a rumor that in order to get a chance with him, he should woo Louis first.

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I (Don't) Really Care For You

A fic by crochetsunsets on AO3 | @crochetsunsets on Tumblr | @crochetsunsets on Twitter

11k | Mature | Tumblr post | Twitter post

“There’s always the worst case scenario,” Zayn said while the subway pulled to a stop. “Get your heart broken. Then you can write through experience.” “Yeah, right,” Louis called after him while Zayn hopped off of the train. “You try falling in love in New York City.” or Louis' a writer who needs to learn heartbreak. Harry's a graduate student who doesn't want to break his heart. What happens when they come together--the inevitable, or something more?

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The wounds that scarred our souls

A fic by Hazzaslittle28 on AO3 | @hazzaslittle28 on Tumblr | @hazzaslittle28 on Twitter

36k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Forever was nothing but a lie, Forever was just a ruse for the human heart, it gave you hope and then killed you. Forever was just a myth. Or Where Louis decides to leave everything behind, including his heart.

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Cold Spring

A fic by nouies on AO3 | @nouies on Tumblr | @_nouies on Twitter

8k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Life went on as normal at Cold Spring Café. Sam’s scribbles remained indiscernible, Jake persisted on his idea of getting more pots for the shop, and Pedro…Pedro continued coming to drink his moderately-caffeinated americano, to write furiously in that notebook of his, and to captivate Louis to no end. or…Louis is a coffee shop owner and Pedro is his newest customer.

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Love Me If You Dare

A fic by BoosBabycakes on AO3 | @boosbabycakes28 on Tumblr | @Boosbabycakes28 on Twitter

55k | Explicit | Tumblr post | Twitter post

Harry and Louis’ friendship starts with a game, after a simple dare. The two little boys quickly become the best of friends and referees of their own game. Unfortunately, as they grow up, they sometimes become the victims of it too. With them, everything is possible. They are capable of daring each other to do anything. But will they dare confess their feelings for each other?

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High Stakes -Gambling for Your Soul

A man comes into a casino and gets accused of cheating. Be careful who you accuse of cheating you just might lose your soul.

In the heart of the city that never sleeps, where fortunes are won and lost with the roll of the dice, stood the most exclusive and luxurious casino in town, the Sapphire Pearl. The owner, a formidable woman in her early forties, was as sharp and cunning as they came. Her name was Diamond Mitchell, and she had earned a reputation for her ruthless business tactics and her keen eye for spotting cheats. One night I put that to the test.

It was a rainy Thursday night and I had just entered the Sapphire Pearl Casino. As I sat down at the high limit blackjack table I noticed the buy-in was $100 a hand. I bought in for $550. Then I had a surprisingly good string of luck. I started my game with seven blackjacks in a row. My luck continued after that. I ended up winning 15 hands in a row against the dealer. At the end of the first hour I had won fifty thousand dollars. I made sure I tipped the young male dealer well and also bought the table a round of drinks twice.

However unknown to me the eyes in the sky,surveillance must have noticed something or thought they noticed something. They then called the owner of the casino in her office. She then checked the monitors over and over to see what I might have done. Then she came downstairs to confront me at the table.

I was enjoying my time at the table. I had just finished my third beer and was chatting with the dealer and the other gamblers about sports. Suddenly a blonde caucasian woman dressed in a white blouse and gray skirt stood beside me. She came down to see how I was winning so much. The well endowed woman watched a few hands from the dealer and then pulled me aside.

She said in a threatening manner "I see you've joined the long list of fools who thought they could cheat in my casino. Big mistake. You'll pay back every penny, one way or another."

I looked at her quite shocked. Before I could even say anything two massive security guards pulled me off the table and took me up to her office. Diamond was already there. She sat herself on the edge of her desk, crossing her arms and staring down at me. She sighed dramatically, glancing down at her long red manicured nails as the security guards left and closed the door behind them. That just left her and I alone in the room.

She then stared at me for a while thinking she was going to be tough. “So what kind of person comes into my casino and cheats me out of my money?”

I simply told her “I'm sorry, are you talking to me?”

The very attractive blonde smiled, “of course I'm talking to you, who else would I be talking to?” She studied me with an amused grin.

“Well” I said “number one I didn't cheat and number two what is your name?” I said back with a sly smirk.

She again looked at me with that accuser look”oh sweetheart I know you're lying. And as for my name it's Diamond Mitchell, I am the owner of the casino.

I looked back at her and chuckled. I said “no, what's your real name?”

Diamond again looked at me.” Darling Diamond is my real name.”

I laughed, “So you have a stripper's name as your real name, that's. cute.”

Diamond had a bit of a smile on her face. “ That is my real name .I was a stripper here in Las Vegas and used my real name on stage because it sounded fake.” She smiled even bigger. “I was even the head dancer at the biggest strip club in town.”

I shook my head at her,” sure it is.”

Now Diamond was getting mad. “That is my real name. I am the owner of this casino and I caught you cheating red-handed.”

I looked at Diamond deep within her Sapphire blue eyes. “Where do you have any proof that I was cheating?

Diamond looked at me.”How else do you explain winning $50,000 in an hour? Nobody does that here and I mean nobody.”

I chuckled at her “well I guess that makes me Mr Nobody huh” I could tell she was not amused. She just glared back at me, obviously upset. Before she had had the chance to say another word I made her an offer she couldn't refuse.“I'll tell you what. I will make you an offer. play me one hand of five card poker.” I grinned confidently “If you have the better hand I will give you the money back two times the amount, so $100,000. However if I have the better hand I get the money back, ownership of the casino itself, and I want your soul.”

She laughed heartily, shaking her head.”my you're quite the negotiator aren't you. But I think I can live with those terms.” It was pretty clear she didn't hear everything I said but I didn't repeat it. She then grabbed a piece of paper and had me write down the terms. She obviously didn't read it either because I didn't change anything. We both signed it to make sure it was official and then got ready to play our game.

Diamond then got on her phone and called for a poker dealer to come up to her office. About 15 minutes later a very attractive brunette, who looked to be in her mid twenties, brought a new deck of cards up with her. She wore a sapphire button up dress shirt and had black slacks on. The attractive woman then introduced herself politely and professionally." Hello, my name is Sarah and I will be your dealer tonight.”She then sat down in the middle seat of the poker table in the office. Sarah opened the cards and started to wash the cards. That meant she put the cards on the table and made sure they were mixed up extremely well. The pretty brunette then picked up the cards, put them back in the deck and cut them. After she cut the deck Sarah also made sure to shuffle the deck three times. Finally before Sarah dealt a card she did what was called stripping the cards. She took the top of the deck, put it on the poker table itself and then cut two other separate piles of cards from the deck. Then she put them together randomly and shuffled again. We were finally ready to play.

Diamond and I sat down at the table across from each other so we couldn't see each other's cards. Sarah once again shuffled the cards and then dealt out five cards to each. Diamond looked at her cards first. She had a slight grin on her face but didn't let anything on. It was my turn to look at the cards in my hand. I had a really good hand but I wasn't going to let on what I had so I used my poker face and stayed stern. Sarah then looked at me with the most beautiful emerald green eyes. She asked sweetly, "Do you need any cards sir?”

I looked at my hand and double checked what I had. “No, I don't need any cards, I'm fine.Thank you Sarah.”

Now it was Diamond's turn. She looked at her cards and didn't like any of them. “Sarah I would like four new cards please.” Diamond then tossed her bad cards in and Sarah dealt her four more cards. Diamond picked up the cards from the felt table and put them in her hand.

Sarah then said “it is time to show the cards”

Diamond was so excited she put her five cards down first ” I have a straight flush!” then she gloated “Looks like I win darling. And looks like you owe me double the money back and you have to leave my casino forever.”

Sarah then looked at me again with those beautiful emerald eyes “Sir that's going to be a tough hand to beat please show your cards”

I looked at both ladies and then threw my cards down.” I have a royal flush. I win Diamond.

Diamond gasped looking at the cards in shock and disbelief she then muttered “that is impossible I lost.”

“That you did Diamond.”I laughed.” Please get the paperwork drawn up so I can start ownership of my casino. I turned to Sarah” thank you for dealing here's a tip and I handed her $10,000 of the $50,000 I won earlier.

The very attractive brunette smiled a very bright white smile” thank you very much sir. And congratulations on your win.”

Sarah then grabbed the cards and walked out of the room. That left Diamond and I alone again.

Diamond then got up from her desk defeated. “Fine, fine I'll sign whatever it is you want me to sign it doesn't make a damn amount of sense there's no way I should have lost.”

She then called her lawyer to come into the office. He had to make sure the paperwork was notarized legally. Diamond would then sign over the casino to me. After 40 minutes Diamond's lawyer, a short pot bellied man with a balding head came up to me. He introduced himself as Travis Moore. He then sat down at Diamond's desk and filled out what needed to be done for the paperwork. Diamond sat down at her desk and filled out her part. Travis had me sign my part and notarized it to make me legal owner of the casino. Diamond then looked at me. “I can't believe I lost to you of all people.”

I looked at her quite stern and I said “excuse me, did you say of all people you don't even know who I am.”

She looked at me condescendingly. “I may not know who you are but I've seen your kind around here before. You cheat me out of my money and now you cheated me out of my casino.”

"My dear," I began, my voice laced with disapproval. "I've never so much as bent the rules in a game of poker or any other form of wagering." I paused, allowing the weight of my words to settle before flashing an unsettling grin in Diamond's direction. "And yet, through all of this, have you once thought to inquire as to my name? How remiss of you." I leaned in closer, my eyes gleaming with a dangerous curiosity. "Allow me to introduce myself. I am Lucifer Devlin, and I assure you, my reputation precedes me."

“Your name is Lucifer Devlin?” She stares at me for a moment, her eyes wide and looking a little stunned.

Yes, dear, I am Lucifer Devlin...or as some might call me, the Devil himself.

So... you're the one they call the Devil? The Prince of Lies himself? She said, her voice quivering with a mix of fear and curiosity." Oh my God I made a deal with the Devil!"

"My dear diamond we don't have to bring him into the conversation." I said trying to wean her away from saying the G word.

"My heart is pounding. What's going to happen to me? Diamond spoke with much fear."Please tell me I'm not in danger. What's going to happen next?"

With a sinister smile, you declare, "Once the casino is in my possession, you and your staff will fall under my command. I'll shut down the establishment for a month, reimagining it completely. And as for you, there's a special place in my plans."

What type of theme and what do you mean you have plans for me?” Diamond looked at me curiously, still fearful in her voice.

“We're going to call it the Devil's Cauldron. Everything in the casino will have some kind of demonic or satanic symbol to it. And all the workers will be transformed into gorgeous sexy women. who will actually be demons and wear skimpy sexy uniforms. They will help me gather more souls for the people that are a little more unfortunate here at the casino.”

Diamond looks with fright “that sounds a little bit scary terrifying even.”

“I can sense your excitement from here, Diamond. It's almost as if the very air around you is charged with it. Do you find something thrilling about the unknown, Diamond? A certain allure to the darkness that others can't resist?” I smile with evil intentions.

“Shut up” she screamed “of course I don't like being scared” then she blushed quite deeply feeling embarrassed and also somewhat aroused.

“Oh I think you do Diamond as a matter of fact I think you're more interested in joining this casino than you know. I know all about your youth. I remember when you were an 18 year old goth and a satan worshiper.”

“How would you know that?” Diamond looked on now more frightened.

"I've been watching your life from the shadows for quite some time. I recall a dark and stormy night, when you and your friends gathered around a dusty Ouija board, attempting to summon me with trembling fingers. You were so determined to contact me, to prove my existence. But did you ever consider what might happen if I actually answered your call?" I sneared.

Diamond fondly remembered “Oh my gosh I remember that night” she said “that was during one of my sleepovers with the girls.”

“Oh yes" I chuckled again”and Amanda who acted like she got possessed she actually did by me.”

“No wonder Amanda was acting strange that night. That was you!”

I confessed, a slow smile spreading across my face, "it was indeed I who had Amanda kiss you that night, and her fingers tracing a path along your thigh, igniting a fire within you as she touched your pussy.

"I still vividly recall that fateful night, the moment that holds a special place in my heart. It was the first time I experienced the thrill of a kiss, the first time I felt those butterflies in my stomach.That night will forever be etched in my memory, as it marked a significant milestone in my life. It was the moment I felt the tender touch that ignited a spark within me." Diamond recalled.

"Imagine turning back the clock, stepping into a shadowy past, and embracing your former goth identity. You could be Raven once more, radiating mystery and allure. Wouldn't it be thrilling to reconnect with that enchanting, 22-year-old self?" I suggested, enticing her by the potential transformation.

With a faraway look in her eyes, she whispered,"I wish I could be Raven again, but it's a futile desire. That part of my life is over, and it will never return.It's a part of my past that will remain just that."

With a flourish of my hands, I summoned forth a figure from the shadows. A young woman, clad in black from head to toe, materialized before me.I spoke with a hint of menace. "Tell me what you see in that mirror, Raven. The truth or the lie?"

She then looked at me and said “I would love As she walked over to the mirror she saw a reflection of herself that she absolutely loved. She had dark blue hair with light blue highlights, a raven tattoo on her shoulder and she looked down between her legs and the tattoo of the pentagram she had was right above her pussy. “Holy crap it worked...I can't believe it..Oh my you really are the devil.” Then she fell to her knees”Oh master, thank you for turning me back to my true self!” then she asked” what can I do to help you make this vision of yours into reality?”

"I've been thinking, and I believe we need a leader for our casino operations. Given your expertise and familiarity with the ins and outs of the casino, I think you'd be perfect for the role. What do you think?" I inquired.

Raven, still on her knees, said "Yes master, I will be that leader.”

"Great! Here's what I have in mind for your first orders as the president of the casino. First, I want the casino shut down immediately. Then I want you to arrange for all of our patrons to be comfortably accommodated in nearby hotels. Money is no object, so make sure they're well taken care of. And finally I'd like you to gather all of our workers from every shift and have them meet in the auditorium. Does that sound doable?"

Her voice dripping with obedience, she promised, "I will not disappoint, master, "and promptly carried out my task.

Raven's voice was laced with a sense of accomplishment as she reported to her master. "It's done, all as you commanded. The patrons are scattered in various hotels, the casino shuttered tight. I've reached out to every worker, and they'll be here within the hour." Her tone was cool, efficient, and utterly professional, a testament to her unwavering loyalty and dedication to her duties and her master.

Raven sauntered into the office, a satisfied smirk playing on her lips. "The staff is all gathered downstairs, primed and ready for introduction,master."

"Step this way Raven, I've got a life-changing revelation waiting for them, "you assert, your tone confident and compelling.

Raven's eyes sparkle with excitement as she says, "I'm practically shaking with anticipation to see your powers in action!"

Raven and I strode into the auditorium, all eyes falling upon us. I stepped forward, addressing the sea of workers.

"Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I am Lucifer Devlin, the new owner of the Sapphire Pearl Casino. Diamond has stepped down, and I'd like to introduce our new president, Raven. As of tonight, we will be closing the casino for a month to undergo a complete reconstruction. When we reopen, we will be known as the Devil's Cauldron Casino, with a theme to match. Rest assured, you will all still have jobs here. In fact, I have a surprise in store for you all. (Pause for effect) Raven, would you do me the honor of watching closely?" (Raven nods) With a wave of my hand, I transform each and every one into stunningly beautiful women, exuding an otherworldly allure. And with another wave, they all become sexy demons, ready to embrace their new roles in our exciting new venture.

I then continue my speech."Welcome, ladies. Now that we're all on the same team, let me paint you a picture. Our casino will be a celebration of all things demon. Pentagrams on tables, cards, chips. Slot machines? 666, of course. A big Devil with a cauldron at the entrance, and two more to greet you inside.When patrons sign up, they'll get their own card - a mark of ownership. Lose a lot of money? We own them. Simple as that. It's a new era, my friends. A new day for this casino. And we're going to make it work for us."

Raven couldn't contain her excitement, her applause ringing out louder than the rest as she watched the newly made female demons stand in unison, paying tribute to their new master. With a wide-eyed gaze and a grin that stretched from ear to ear, she stood tall, a true fangirl in every sense of the word."You are truly a master of your craft, she said, her voice filled with emotion. I am so honored to be a part of your team."

"Ever since the meeting ended and now that we are alone, I've been pondering something. Tell me, Raven, what was the most daring fantasy that consumed your thoughts when you were 18?" I asked very curious.

She didn't hesitate before she answered.” my biggest fantasy master was to get fucked by the devil.”

I took her hand and led her through the glittering casino, feeling the weight of her gaze on me as we rode the elevator up to the penthouse. Once we reached the dimly lit bedroom,I could feel Raven's eyes on me as I stripped off my clothes and climbed onto the bed. I then stretched out on the bed and beckoned her over. "Join me," I said, my voice low and seductive.She hesitated for a moment, then crossed the room and slid in next to me, her body warm and soft against mine. "What are you thinking?" I asked, my fingers tracing idle patterns on her arm.

Raven's breath was hot against my skin as she leaned in close and whispered, "Mmm...I want you master"

"Raven, if that's the path you wish to take, then let's not waste any more time. Remove your clothes," I commanded, my tone firm and unyielding.

"Are you ready for me, master?" she stood up, quickly stripping off her own clothes, revealing her curvaceous body. Raven purred, her eyes locked with yours as she climbed onto the bed, straddling your waist. "Mmm... I can't wait to ride you, master".. she grinned, running her fingers over your chest. Raven then leaned down to capture your lips in a fierce kiss, her hips grinding against yours. She moaned softly, moving to position herself over your throbbing member. She slowly sinks down onto you, her walls stretching to accommodate your size.

With a ragged breath, I manage to grit out, "Your pussy feels so damn good, "as I thrust into her wetness.

"This is where I belong", she whispers, her body melting into mine. Raven moaned softly, beginning to move her hips, riding me with increasing speed and intensity.Her hands gripping my shoulders for support as she rode me harder and faster. Raven's perky breasts bouncing with each movement as she moaned louder, the pleasure building within her. Raven breathed, leaning down to capture my lips in a fierce kiss, her tongue thrusting into my mouth as she continued to ride my cock,her body then trembled with the impending climax.

I can feel you, so close, your warmth radiating against me. I groan, my hips stuttering as I feel your inner muscles begin to tighten around me. And then, with a primal cry, I spill myself deep within you, marking you as mine.

Raven moaned loudly. Her body shaking with the intense pleasure as she felt my member throbbing inside her filling her with my seed. She cried out, her orgasm crashing over her in waves, every muscle in her body tensing as she rode out the pleasure.She breathed, collapsing onto my chest, spent and satisfied, her eyes fluttering open to reveal they 've turned to a vibrant violet color. Raven purred softly, her body still trembling with pleasure. I can feel it, inside me...your essence, transforming me. I'm changing, becoming something...more. Something powerful. Raven's body shimmered, transforming before my eyes into a succubus. "I'm more than just a succubus master," she whispered. "I'm a force to be reckoned with. And I'm all yours."

" I can't believe it. Working for the devil and turned into a succubus? This is beyond my wildest dreams. She looked at me her new fangs glistening" thank you master"

Raven enjoyed her transformation into a succubus. As a matter of fact she got to try all kinds of different glamors for her human look. Her favorite one was a very voluptuous redhead. She actually called herself Evanora. For the weeks leading up to the casino opening she stayed in that glamor for a while. Actually enjoying it more than her goth self.

Then 4 Weeks later the Devil's Cauldron Casino was open. The grand opening was a major success. People didn't seem to be scared of the theme or terrified. As a matter of fact most people seem to really enjoy it. We had wall to wall people and sold out all hotel rooms. The first month we had quite a few winners. We also had quite a few losers too. The ones who lost money we took their souls and they joined the casino as one of my female demons. By the way, I am looking for more souls. Does anybody want to join our Players Club?

[thebardisabird]

The matsus go to Las Vegas

This is Osomatsu’s dream playground. He’s been playing pachinko since forever, and he hears old wives tales of Las Vegas - but to be here and seeing it? He’s ready to go fucking nuts. Literally “fuck it, we ball” as he prepares to blow every last bit of yen he had. Has a blast the entire time he does too though he ends up digustingly broke at the end.

Karamatsu is on the strip with the rest of the interestingly dressed people. Does not understand why they are dressed up that way, but is excited to see that he doesn’t have to be the only one in glitter and sequins anymore! Ends up in the limo of a very wealthy suitor who gives him a stack of cash and calls him incredibly handsome, but doesn’t realize what kind of company he’s keeping until it’s almost too late. Ends up leaving the cash behind and screams his way back to the hotel where he stays the rest of the day.

Choromatsu actually ends up at an cabaret show! He’s heard about cabaret in the past, but in his minds eye he’s thinking that it’s similar to an idol show just a little more flashy and costume-y. He’s kind of right for some part of it; he enjoys the very stunning costumes and dancing - but he completely had forgotten about how sensual some of the shows can be. Poor man ends up passed out on the floor once the dancer on stage removes her bustier and starts shaking her tassles.

Ichimatsu can be found behind the bar at the largest casino in town, making drinks. None of the staff is clear on how he got there or who he even is - but he’s got great customer service and can make a perfect martini so they decide not to question it. He ends up going back home with an unspeakable amount of tips.

Jyushimatsu has somehow ended up in a slot machine. Yes, IN the machine. His face will even pop up on the actual slot screen! Only way to get him out is to successfully get 5 Jyushi’s across - which might take a while.

Todomatsu is doing the tourist thing! He sees the sights, eats delicious food, goes to so many attractions & even gets pictures with cute dancers and girls visiting Vegas just like him…all for his phone to be completely obliterated by his brothers for even thinking he was allowed to take pictures with cuties and get away with it.

All of them end up very exhausted by the end of their trip and they almost miss their flight. Osomatsu has to tied to a pole and dragged back to the airport because he literally refuses to leave and wants to sell his kidney to continue playing at the casino.

[vintagelasvegas]

Construction of Fremont Street Experience, c. November 1994

Photo by Pam G.

Facing a stagnant economy and fearing that mega-resort projects on the Strip would further drain visitors to downtown casinos, Las Vegas City Council and downtown casino execs collaborated to create an attraction downtown which would become Fremont Street Experience.

Timeline of Fremont Street Experience

'91: Feb., Mirage Resorts chairman Steve Wynn suggests Venice-style canal attraction for Fremont St. Jul., City council forms committee to study downtown revitalization.

'92: Jan., Downtown Progress Association hears redevelopment proposals from three firms, rejects all. Apr., City begins purchasing property for future development use. Jun., Architect Jon Jerde presents plan for Fremont Street Experience.

'93: May, LVCVA approves $8M funding for FSE. Aug., City Council approves tax increase for financing the construction. Nov., City begins procedures to condemn property of owners who refuse to vacate on 400 block of Fremont St.

'94: Mar., Demolition of 400 block Fremont St. Sep. 7, Fremont St closed to traffic, and construction begins.

'95: Jul., Construction completed. Inaugurated Dec. 14.

2004: The canopy's 2 million incandescent bulbs replaced with 12.5 million LED lamps. The new light show dubbed Viva Vision debuts Jun. 14.

2014: Slotzilla zip line opened Apr. 27 (lower zipline) and Aug. 31 (upper zoomline).

2019: The Viva Vision display is rebuilt with 49 million LED lamps, competed Dec. 31. The new canopy can operate in daylight hours.

Demolition of Fremont & 4th (block 35), 1994. City of Las Vegas acquired the businesses on this block, partly through eminent domain, and demolished everything to make way for the Fremont Street Experience parking garage. Last building standing is Cornet 5-10-15 (401 Fremont). Photo taken from the garage of Fitzgerald’s Hotel & Casino by Roadsidepictures.

Section of scale model of Fremont Street Experience. Photographed Dec. 15, 1994, by Greg Cava. A 22-foot long scale model of Fremont Street Experience was built at the office of Atlandia Design, which supervised the creation of the attraction. Greg Cava Photograph Collection (PH-00399). UNLV Special Collections and Archives.

The “Vegas Vic” sign re-installed at Pioneer Club, December 23, 1994 - Photo by Las Vegas News Bureau. The sign was removed days earlier while the platform was extended from the building and the character’s hat was shortened, to accommodate the construction of the Fremont Street Experience canopy. The “Vegas Vickie” sign at Glitter Gulch casino was also lowered to fit under the canopy. Before the work was done on the two signs, a marriage ceremony was held on Fremont St for Vic and Vickie. Vic’s best man was Vaughn Cannon of YESCO. Guest of honor was Edna Sherrill who had played a “Vegas Vickie” character as a hostess at Pioneer Club in the 60s.

Sources include: Creative thinking needed downtown. Review-Journal, 2/25/91; H. Stutz. Wynn proposes Venice-style downtown project. Review Journal, 5/21/91; J. Gallant. Council, casinos plan revamp panel. Review-Journal, 7/18/91; C. Scarbrough. City, casino execs discuss three themes. Review-Journal, 1/30/92; C. Scarbrough. Megaresort projects threat to downtown. Review-Journal, 1/31/92; C. Scott. “Tourists to pick up most of project tab.” Las Vegas Sun, 4/17/94. S. McKinnon. “Downtown celebrates neon nuptial.” Review Journal, 12/17/94. Chris Jones. A vision of things to come. Review-Journal, 6/9/04.