It Happened in Vegas

Chapter XII

"Stop being cute and find something to wear." Dalia said, pushing away from Elise, and releasing her arm.  Every fiber of her being wanted to kiss Elise, pin her against the wall and fuck her until she was whimpering for more, but Dalia knew that Elise's actions were probably just a result of grief and however many Jack and Cokes she'd consumed.
Elise rolled her eyes and gave a frustrated grunt. "Well, I have nothing red, or green, or yellow and I definitely have no gold."
"I reread the event details and it said "first timers" wear white or black and they give us our colors when we get there." Dalia replied.
"I'm gonna go to the RV and grab my clothes so I can shower up here, you think you gonna be done by then?" Dalia asked, still a bit frustrated from denying herself what she wanted, and from being hit.
"I don't know, probably." Elise answered sorting through her duffel bag looking for her toiletries and underwear.
Dalia took her keys out of her pocket as she exited the room.  

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God, she is so infuriating. She better be glad I love her. If she were anybody else I would have laid her out after she hit me in the head.
Dalia decided to jog down the 9 flights of stairs. Cardio should help to blow off some steam.

The jog down the steps helped with her frustration from Elise hitting her. The cold Vegas night air handled her sexual frustration.
She got into the camper of her RV and turned on the light. Her duffel bag was on the side of her bed, tucked into a corner. She pulled the bag toward her and sat down on the queen-sized mattress. She was suddenly enveloped by the scent of rose water and cinnamon that was the combined smell of she and Elise.  The sheet was completely disheveled and the pillows were under the sheet at the head of the mattress. Dalia tried to keep the thoughts of them together from taking over her mind. She wanted nothing more than to make Elise her lover again, but first and foremost she was Elise's friend and did not want to take advantage of her.
She shook off the feeling long enough to grab her black sports bra and boxer briefs, her pair of black ripped jeans,  and her grey button down shirt. She wrapped her clothes around her toiletry bag, grabbed her cough drops out of the front glove compartment and hopped out of the RV.
As she was locking the vehicle up, her phone chimed. She pocketed her keys and checked her phone. She got a notification in her Facebook messenger from Jeremy, one of the hosts of the Traffic light party.
"Here is the party's location. If you're a first timer, wear black or white, and bring cash for the rear room keys if you want one."
Attached to the message was a map location that did not have a location name, just coordinates.
A second message came up. "If you take an Uber, tell them you want to be dropped off at Eddie's Tow Garage and walk the rest of the way from there."
Okay, I guess we'll see ya soon.
Dalia forwarded the messages to Elise. Once she'd seen that Elise had read them, she  put her phone in her pocket and headed back inside.

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Elise flopped her damp, towel clad body onto the bed in the first room. All of Cyrus' belongings had been cleared from the room when they'd left. Elise's freshly washed curls were wrapped in a towel so not to wet the bed. She inhaled and took in her short time in Las Vegas, grabbed a pillow from the head of the bed, covered her face with it and screamed.As a result, she had  effectively released a lot of her frustration and disappointment. Her frustration from betraying Arson and feeling guilty, her frustration from him betraying her and feeling weak and less than; her frustration that her alcohol had worn off and the edge of her sexual frustration was all released into the pillow.
She stopped screaming when she couldn't breathe anymore; she became docile. She basked in the numbness for about two minutes before the knocking on her suite door interrupted her... Boom. A new frustration. 
"What, who is it!" Elise yelled, still laying on the bed.
"It's me, open the door." Dalia called from the other side of the door. Elise got up, rolled her eyes and then opened the door, "Why didn't you grab the key?" Elise questioned, crossing her arms over her towel-covered chest.
Dalia looked Elise up and down, "Why are you still not even partially dressed?" she countered.
Elise moved from in front of the door, "Just got out the shower, all yours."
"Thanks." Dalia headed towards the bathroom trying not to look at Elise too much. She closed the door behind her.
Elise was starting to get annoyed by the fact the Dalia was being so short with her.
I just want to go to this party, spend the rest of the weekend gambling and go home. Elise thought as she dropped her towel to the floor and grabbed her black lace lingerie set with the white trim. She put it on in front of the body-length mirror attached to the back of the door.
She checked herself out. "Fuck yes, I look edible." She smiled at herself and headed to the bathroom. She walked in, didn't bother knocking because she knew Dalia was still in the shower. Elise pulled her hair products from her bag on the counter, dropped her towel that was around her head and began combing her hair out from tip to root. Then she put her hair moisturizer and conditioning mousse in her hair. She braided her hair down her back and started the hotel-provided blow dryer.
Dalia swung the curtain open and looked at Elise. What started off as annoyance  quickly became something  else entirely. Christ on a cracker, this woman will be the death of me!
"El, what are you doing in here?"
Elise looked at her incredulously through the mirror. "I'm blow drying my hair. This is exactly what it looks like." Elise replied over the surprisingly quiet blow dryer. "Don't worry, I didn't see anything." She added. Dalia closed the curtain back and Elise finished drying her hair, then wrapped the braid in a bun so she can finish getting dressed.
Elise went back to her suite with her toiletries so that she wouldn't go back in the bathroom and upset Dalia again. She found her unscented lotion and applied it to her arms, legs, butt, stomach, and chest, she was struggling to apply it to her back when Dalia knocked on the door from the bathroom. "Come in." Elise answered. Dalia opened the door then stopped in her tracks.
Dalia was mostly dressed, she didn't have her boots on, her jewelry or her shirt buttoned; aside from that, she was ready.
"Why are you never ready on time?" Dalia asked after checking her out from behind. Elise turned around. "If you only came in here to bitch at me, you can turn back around. You have no reason to be a bitch towards me and yet, here you are, bitching." Elise said, as she finished spreading the lotion on her skin.
"Whatever," Dalia replied, as she went toward the bed and grabbed her charger out of Elise's duffel bag. Elise grabbed her bag from Dalia and tossed it toward the head of the bed.
"Don't touch or go into my bag after being an asshole to me, especially when you didn't ask."

"Chill. What, you got something you're hiding in there?" Dalia asked jokingly. She dumped her bag out onto the bed.
Dalia spotted something of interest in the pile. It was a black remote controlled vibrator. She pressed the button on the vibrator, the little gadget had a powerful but quiet vibration.
"Nice vibes, El." Dalia joked. Elise got annoyed and tried to snatch the vibrator from her. Dalia kept it out of reach. "Put it back, now." Elise threatened.
"Or what?" Dalia said waving it above Elise's head.
Elise quickly and without warning delivered a punch to Dalia's stomach.
It didn't hurt her but it definitely stunned her enough to make Dalia double over.
The humor in Dalia's face was gone. "Why did you punch me?"
"I told you that you play too much, give it here or I'll hit you again." Elise threatened.
"You can try to hit me again." Dalia said, straightening.
Elise went to grab the vibrator from Dalia again. Dalia grabbed her by the wrist, twisted it behind her back and pushed her against the wall with her facing the wall.
Elise knew better than to struggle against that arm lock. "I told you before; no hitting." Dalia whispered angrily in Elise's ear.
"I said no being an asshole." She retorted.
Dalia could smell the rose water scent on Elise's hair and neck. She got closer to Elise, still holding her arm. Elise could feel the closeness and pressed her ass against Dalia. Dalia maneuvered Elise's arm above her head and pressed her body against hers, spread her legs out and pinned both her hands above her head with one hand.
To hell with the consequences.  Dalia thought as she kissed down Elise's spine, sending shivers down her body. She kissed back up her spine and bit and kissed her neck.
"I don't like the way you have been behaving." Dalia said, biting Elise's neck again. Excitement shot through Elise's body. "That means I'm going to have to punish you." Dalia added before abruptly pulling Elise away from the wall. Dalia sat in a chair and pulled Elise across her lap, her face was down and her lingerie-clad ass was in the air. "Remember, you suggested this."
"Suggested what?" Elise asked, and Dalia cupped her hand and delivered a loud  smack to her behind.