The Boss Lady Sent Me to Las Vegas

I did not know why I was there at first, but it did not take me long to figure it out. Jack’s mom showed me a credit card statement and told me that she was going to cut him off if he did not stop blowing her money on blonde escorts. Apparently she had sent a private investigator to figure out what was going on with the boy, although he is forty three years old. She knows me and she knows that Jack might listen to me. Of course when I got there he just laughed at me, although he was not laughing when I told him that his credit card was about to stop working. He had a girl with him at the time, not quite half of his age and not a blonde like the ones the private investigators had seen. She was an Asian girl, I thought that she appeared to Japanese American, but I was not really sure. I had a really hard time looking her in the eye. She was wearing this dress which barely covered her breasts, the neckline plunging down to her waist. Obviously she was not wearing a bra.

This girl was probably an exhibitionist. She was watching me squirm and obviously enjoy it. Suddenly she pushed me back into a chair and asked me if I wanted a lap dance. Jack laughed hysterically as I began to realize that there was nothing under that dress. She began to joke about whether or not I could make it five minutes with her in my laugh and then she began to tell me how much she really enjoyed having sex, except that she told me that Jack was not really any good at it. He stopped laughing, but she could hardly have cared less.