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Unforgettable
by Don Shows
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Kurt knew the restaurant he had picked would not be crowded this late in the day. Donna had not sampled Greek food and was willing to try and Kurt lived for it. The little place he choose near the local campus was Greek Foods Fit for The Gods, a small place for which her attire would be suitable and his craving satisfied. Donna ordered a sample platter of various Greek fares and a Greek Salad with lots of feta. Kurt requested the king size Yero platter with the spiced lamb. Conversation centered around each other's chosen professions and eventually Kurt volunteered details of his son's death and the divorce. He had no idea why he was telling Donna these things but talking to someone other that himself did help. "But enough about me, how did you get to where you are today?" Kurt pried, wanting to know more about Donna. He barely met her, yet had fucked her, spent the night with her, welcoming her into his home, but knew so little about her. Somehow he knew there was a story behind the blond who fucked him out of a depression. Donna admitted she didn't tell many people of her upbringing. It was not necessarily painful, just not very eventful. She had always wanted to become a dancer. Not an exotic dancer but more like a Grace Kelly or Ginger Rodgers. She had hoped to go to college and study dance, but in her words it just wasn't in the cards. She needed work after high school and hoped to start saving money but her alcoholic, dope smoking parents started charging her room and board from her grocery store job. A girl she met told her that if she wanted to be a dancer she knew where she could get a start and make more money. At first she was hesitant about nude dancing, she was not the type to do the dancing the girl was talking about. She declined her offer and stayed at the grocery for another year. "My parents were getting worse and after drinking and smoking up all my room and board started wanting to borrow money, even stooped to stealing my money when they could. I had to get out so I was willing to chance nude dancing in an effort to make more and get a place of my own." "I danced a few nights and management said I was OK but needed to do more sexy stuff. I talked to the other girls about that and one of them took me aside and showed me the ropes. But now I sort of like it. I know what sexy stuff means and how far I can go and still be safe, which types to show for and which to avoid." This topic was all well and good but Kurt wanted to cut to the deeper stuff like what's next, marriage, family, what happened to school, likes and dislikes. And above all, why did she choose to show for him. "Ok, there's the question," he interrupted her. "Why did you choose me to show for?" "I didn't really. I wasn't doing anything special the first night you were in The Club." "But you were dancing for me," Kurt said. "No, not at all. That was your impression," she offered. "I could tell that you were watching and were paying attention to me and what I was doing, dancing. You were not looking at me like I was animated meat. You like more what I was doing than what I looked like." "I liked what you like too," Kurt smiled, letting her go on. "I know, but my dance number and my body in motion is what you were watching. It's sexy I want to imply on stage, not sex itself. That's the art in dancing. It's like anybody can write a sex scene, but few can put together a scene that is truly sexy. Do you see what I'm getting at?" Kurt knew there was some intellect in this charmer somewhere. "Yes, I see what you mean, but by my next visit your were doing a lot more than just showing for me, I was tasting pussy and you were on my couch after the show." "Can't a girl have an attraction to a cute guy whose obviously interested in her?" Donna sounded irritated. "Yes, so I take it that's your answer, you were as interested in me as much as I was in you." "Yea, you know, most of the horny fuck's that come there wanna stick money in my pants in the hopes of getting in my pants, or just cop a feel. But they don't see the work involved, the practice or effort at choreographing a number down to the last note, they only see tits and wanna suck them and pussy and wanna fuck it or believe that for five or ten bucks they can get a blow job after the show. They think exotic dancers are strippers and prostitutes. I'll admit, some of them are, but I still have a goal, and that's to be a professional show girl." "You were different. I could tell by the way you watched my gig that you were different. And no, I don't fuck all the guys I'm attracted to. You were just different, that's all." Kurt wanted to see behind the dancer into the woman. It made him feel good that she was attracted to him. "How do you plan to go on with your goal?" he asked, changing the subject. "There's this good school in Las Vegas. It's real expensive but since I can't afford college anymore, I'd like to go there to learn dance, be a part of the big show, ya know." Excitement crept into her voice as she talked about the "big show." "But it's almost $8,000.00 for tuition plus transportation. It's part of one of the big casino/hotels and you live there. They teach modeling and make-up, costume, choreography and everything. Then they hire you for their show or help you find work." Kurt knew the excitement she felt. She wanted something badly just as he did when he got his first job out of college as a programmer for Microsoft but he wanted Bill Gates' job. He wanted to write and sell his own brand of software. He had greater means than did Donna, coming from a somewhat wealthy family. In his spare time he wrote an accounting program and worked in some extra bells and whistles like on line banking and stock market trading to save customers commissions. He licensed and patented it, sold it himself door to door and it took off. Today he wasn't Bill Gates wealthy but he didn't have to earn an income anymore. He knew how Donna felt because even though he was there and didn't have to work, he still loved the work. Kurt was about to suggest they go for a walk around the many shops in the area, then remembered, "Hey, don't you have to call in sick for work tonight?" "Shit, I forgot. I will if you want me to," she looked at him as she pushed her plate away. "Yes, I'd like you to spend the night again." But Kurt's mind was turning, he wanted to do something for Donna. "Listen, Donna, Las Vegas seems to excite you quite a lot. How about you call in, I'll leave a message on the machine for my secretary and we'll take a little trip." "A little trip, to where, Las Vegas! Are you out of your mind, that would cost thousands!" She couldn't believe her ears. "I couldn't even buy a one way ticket to Vegas." Kurt looked directly at her and in his most serious voice said "Please allow me to take you to Vegas and see a "big show," I want you to see one live. If we leave by eight we'll be able to catch a late one, relax tomorrow and Monday maybe you can talk to someone at the school you talked about. How about it Donna, let's go." Donna looked back at Kurt but could find no answer to give him. Until now she'd had only offers of local hotel rooms or dinner and a fuck. "I don't have anything to wear," she said as a tear fell. "I'd love to go to Vegas and see a live show but...." Kurt interrupted, "Let's take a walk and talk more about it." He motioned for the waiter who appeared right away and Kurt simply signed the check and gave the waiter a twenty dollar bill as he smiled and thanked him. "Oh, and can the lady use the telephone please?" The waiter nodded and disappeared. He returned shortly with a cordless handset, placing it next to Donna. "Make your call Donna, it's your grand opportunity, don't pass it up." Donna looked at the phone, wiped the tear with her napkin and picked up the phone. Kurt's face broke into a smile as she called in to work, faking a Idol moment. When she was through Kurt made his call along with a few others and his travel agent. They had three hours before take off and would be in Vegas by ten-thirty P.M. , west coast time. Leaving the restaurant they walked straight to a women's clothing store. Kurt told Donna to buy what she felt she needed for the plane and comfort dressing while in Vegas and an evening dress for the show. "Why are you doing this?" Donna asked. "Because I want you to be unforgettable. No please, we've only got a few hours till departure time." Donna gave him a long hug then waltzed off to find an employee. Kurt watched as she shopped and modeled dresses and shoes for him. He felt good, real good.

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The flight to Vegas took off on time. Donna had never flown and was having the time of her life. "Hey, I have a great idea," Donna said. "And what would that be?" "Well, you go to the bathroom and in a moment, I'll come back like I have to go too, knock on the door and you let me in." Kurt looked at her devilish grin and asked "What are you up to?" "I read a story once about a blow job at 20,000 feet. You want one, sounds fun to me." There weren't many on the flight, maybe two dozen in all, several sleeping, the rest reading or working on their lap tops. "Sure, how could I turn that down," Kurt replied, putting his table in the upright position and leaving to the rear of the plane. He got to the restroom and locked the door behind him. "This girl's nuts," he thought to himself. Moments later came her knock at the door. "Ready Baby," she whispered, sliding into the small restroom. "Yes, you crazy woman, I'm ready." Just thinking about it was causing him to harden. Donna immediately dropped to her knees and reached for his zipper. She pulled in down quickly and reached inside his underwear reaching for his cock. She pulled it out and watched it grow, her hand helping by grazing over it's lovely head. She had her other on his shaft and loved feeling it grow in her hands. She took the head into her mouth and began to lick her tongue all over it, feeling his cock head enlarge in her mouth. Knowing not to spend too much time she began to suck as her hand began to pump his shaft. She could feel the head of his blood under her hand, his veins growing large on it's surface as though coming to life with her touch. Her powerful sucking on his cock head made Kurt shudder and moan his appreciation. Donna's eyes lifted to see his pleasure filled expression. She loved sucking cock because she loved the pleasurable feeling of a cock growing and pulsing with her care. The real excitement came when she felt it get thicker, butt muscles tighten and the head swell, knowing that orgasm was close and she had made it happen. When cum finally burst forth she became as excited as the cock she held and sucked, extracting all the salty semen, knowing it was relieved of pressure and satisfied from orgasm. Kurt's cock was very hard. She was sucking his head with a furry when she began to let her mouth ride up and down beyond the boundaries of it's head. Her hand lessened it's tight grip and began to stroke his steel hard thick shaft to as far as her mouth. Kurt pushed his hips back and forth a little and she allowed him this pleasure of fucking her sucking mouth and petting tongue. He was on fire and she knew it. "I'm gonna cum real soon Donna, just keep sucking." "I know," she was thinking, "Just let me have it." "Yea, real soon." Kurt began to moan quietly, "my cock is hot and filled with cum because of you. Here..... it..........is.....", he voiced almost too loud as his cum began to flow up his shaft and into Donna's eager sucking mouth. Feeling and tasting the first hot stream of cum, Donna's mouth went immediately to Kurt's spewing cock head to suck it all as her hand pumped it out. She wasn't stopping until he did, then wanted to hold him until his hardness returned to gentle softness. He softened almost completely in her hand and she very neatly tucked him away behind his underwear, then carefully closed his zipper. Wiping her mouth with a nearby piece of toilet paper, she stood back up. "How as that sweet man? I could tell you were into it, you came quickly." "Fantastic. You are so talented, powerful technique. I don't think I've ever cum that fast from a blow job." "I enjoyed it too, very much," Donna said. "We had best get back to our seats before we're missed. I'll go first, wait a moment then join me." "Good idea." Donna opened the restroom door and started back up the aisle to their seats. She passed by the flight attendant station and a female attendant was busy stocking a cart with snacks. She looked up and saw Donna and smiled a knowing smile. Donna smiled back saying nothing but the attendant was pointing to her own chin, indicating that Donna had something on hers. Donna reached to her chin with a finger and wiped away a drop of something. Looking at it she discovered it was a drop of cum. With the flight attendant looking right at her, Donna popped her finger in her mouth and licked it clean. "Just what I would have done," said the attendant, smiling with Donna. Donna made it to her seat and waited for Kurt to return with a very satisfied smile on her lips. Kurt returned also and they decided to nap for the short remainder of the flight.

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Las Vegas to Donna could have as well been the Land of Oz. They took a taxi from the airport to the hotel where Kurt's travel agent reserved a suite for four days. In the same hotel was a casino and two shows a night of dancing girls and a chorus line. Donna was beyond ecstatic and wanted to see both shows. They unpacked quickly as there was just enough time for a change of clothes and dinner before the first show. Donna put on her new blue evening dress. There was a rented tux waiting in the closet for Kurt. Tickets for the show and $1000.00 in cash were in an envelope in the inside jacket pocket just as the travel agent has instructed. The dining room was very elegant and Kurt talked with the Maitre d' then discretely passed him a one hundred dollar bill. He showed them to their table and son the wine steward produced a chilled bottle of Dom, popping the cork and pouring for Kurt's approval. He then filled two fresh glasses. As he put the bottle into the ice bucket he said "Your dinner will be served shortly, enjoy your evening. Kurt generously tipped the wine steward as well. "I hope you don't mind but I took the liberty of ordering for us through the Maitre d'. I hope you like it." "What are we having?, I hope not lobster, I can't eat shellfish," Donna said. "I'd rather you be surprised, and nope, not Lobster, but I think you'll like it, it's one of my favorite dishes." "People here seem to know you, do you come here a lot?", Donna asked. "Yes, in fact frequently. It's my favorite place to come, Las Vegas that is, and unwind when life gets tough, blow some money and have a good time. By the way, you look absolutely stunning in that dress. It goes beautifully with your hair and fits perfectly," Kurt replied. "Thanks, that's the best was to get me out of it," Donna responded. Both laughed aloud and Kurt said "Later, there's a lot to do this evening in addition to that." "Like what," Donna asked. "Well, we have tickets to the show, then after the show there's gambling and drinking." Kurt watched her eyes as he talked, they were dancing. "Oh I can't wait for the show, I'm so excited." Donna's response to Kurt's evening line up was what she always dreamed of. A waiter arrived at their table with a cart of covered dishes. He bid them hello and uncovered a tray for Kurt's viewing, then a second. Kurt's nod indicated his approval then the waiter uncovered two warm plates. He cut the meat perfectly, placing a portion on each plate. >From a gravy boat he poured sauce on the meat. From the second covered dish he placed a decoratively arranged portion of french cut green beans on the plates, seasoned them and added a different sauce. With an added garnish he placed the dinner before first Donna then Kurt. Kurt thanked him and the waiter disappeared. "Wow, that's a thick steak and I love green beans," exclaimed Donna. "I'm glad," responded Kurt, "but what you have before you my dear is Chateau Briand with Green Beans Elizabeth. It looks like filet minion but is veal, specially cut and prepared, the sauce is a champaign white sauce. The green beans are lightly steamed then sautéed in a clarified butter and red wine. The seasoning is added at the last minute and the sauce is a heavy cream with dill and rosemary, simmered to hot. Eat hardy." "Damn, how do you know about all this?" Donna asked with interest. "I used to want to be a chef but learned there were no holidays so passed it up." Small talk kept the evening dinner going smoothly, Kurt being careful of the time. They ended the meal with a Brandy Alexander then departed in just enough time for the show. As they sat waiting for the show to begin the remainder of the champaign arrived with fresh glasses. The show was beginning in a fanfare that had Donna wide and dreamy eyed as she watched. She was so taken and engrosses by the lighting, choreography and dancing. It was all she had read and dreamed it would be. When it was over, she leaned over and kissed Kurt on the cheek. He thought he felt a tear as her cheek brushed his. He had made her dream to see a Vegas dance show come true and felt very good about it. His mind went back to the first night he watched her dance in the too dark club and fell for her dancing. It's amazing how it all transpired to this evening in Vegas. "Hey, let's go gamble some money away," Kurt said, breaking the silence and bringing Donna into the present. "That was fabulous, absolutely fabulous. That's what I wanna be Kurt, a dancer like those girls, not what I'm doing now." "I know, and if you follow that dream, no matter what, you'll get there. Come on, the nights not over. Have you ever pissed away a thousand dollars?" "I've never had a thousand dollars," Donna said. "Well, doesn't matter. Let's get some chips and see how well you gamble," Kurt took her hand and off they went to the casino. They made all the rounds, to slots and roulette, some poker and black jack. Kurt was right, in about three hours they had managed to piss away nearly one thousand dollars but Kurt was as happy as he had ever been. They were both tired and decided to call it a night. They went back to their suite and Kurt very obligingly helped Donna out of her dress, he hung his tux carefully next to the dress and naked they crawled into the very large satin sheeted bed. Donna however was not that tired.

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