My best trip report ever.

[jkamowitz]

This story takes place before my Kissing Ass story. However, after writing that, I felt the urge to spill my guts about this too. It was absolutely awesome and one of the best weeks of my life.

I have an ex-girlfriend. She was good for a while, but I was sorta a dick and she hated me for a while. But at the end of things, things were alright but she felt I was unhealthy for her. (yeah yeah that's all another story that I'm not going to repeat) So after we stopped dating, she started dating this Air Force chump who lives on the other side of the country. And continued to flirt her ass off with me, always saying "no no no can't do anything" So I sorta brushed it aside.

Anyways onto the summer.

I hadn't seen her in three months, school being out and all, and she called to catch up. I told her I had been spending a lot of time in Atlantic City and she invited herself along, asking if she could come see me and hang out the next time I go. Stupidly I agreed.

SATURDAY:
I pack up for a week and drive to Atlantic City. It takes about three hours from Long Island and I arrive at the Borgata around 10pm. I put in a quick 12 hour session, making about 25BBs and feel good, with money in my pocket for the upcoming week.

SUNDAY:
It's 12am and I'm exhausted. I've been up for 48 hours or so and I have to drive to the tip of Delaware to pick this girl up. I'm not in a good mood but put on my best smile, as I greet her at the house I haven't seen in over a year. She rushes out gives me a huge hug and tells me to grab her suitcase.

I had a room reserved at the Sheraton and we check in and I pass out immediately. There is one bed, and she makes a few coy remarks about where's she going to sleep. I tell her I paid for the room and she's sleeping with me. She doesn't argue.

I wake up four hours later to her handing me a stiff Jack and Coke and tells me to get dressed we're going out. Two drinks later we're in a cab on the way to the Tropicana to eat at her Ex-ex-boyfriend's restaurant TSOPs. (A philly style bistro bar thing) So, on a scale from 1-10 this is a 11 on the dumb scale as he is still madly in love with her. He's our waiter and proceeds to watch us devour our bottle of wine and a few extra glasses. (I'm pretty sure he spit in my food too.)

He tells us that him and his work friend Alex are going to a strip club and that we should come. She's super excited and demands we go only after we gamble a little. After dinner, we stroll around the Tropicana drunk looked for the cheapest game she can play.

She settles on roulette and after watching the game for about half an hour (she's a little frugal) finally puts her forty dollars on the line. She puts 5 on black, 5 on odd. The dealer tells her she has to bet 15 on the outside, she doesnt understand and I complete her bet. I tell her she should bet the remaining 10 too. She asks where and I tell her "black 29" It's my birthday. Sure enough, the ball lands on Black 29 and we go crazy.

I tell her to cash out (I'm also frugal) and she's up a few hundred for her first time in Atlantic city. We meet up with her ex and his friend and a few others and get in a car on our way to a club. Turns out this isn't a strip club and is instead an all black club. Somehow someone pushes us upstairs and there's a shower of beer and champagne. The night proceeds as expected with neither of us remembering much and passing out in our bed. The only thing I do remember is telling her ex that he's not coming upstairs and to go home.

MONDAY:
We wake in bed around 11 both with crusher headaches. She has the brilliant idea of ordering room service and I of course pick up the check. She then has the less than brilliant idea of ordering porn. . . The all girl porn. She proceeds to tell me how much she loves going down on girls and how she wishes she could be in more threesomes, all the while chowing down on her eggs. I on the other hand am using my french toast as a shield and am struggling to act normal under these circumstances.

Finally I can't take it anymore.
"Look, either you're leaving or I'm going to do this right here."
She doesn't move.
"fine."
I lower my pants and begin beating off.
"WHAT?? YOU CAN'T DO THIS!!"
"Well I'm doing it." As it gets faster
"Where huh what where are you going to."
"ALL OVER THE PLACE"
And sure enough

it goes everywhere, on her, on me, on her eggs. She sits there stunned as I pull up the blanket and go back to sleep.

I wake up around 5 to her talking to her boyfriend on the phone, she hasn't moved, the eggs still in the same place, although I've noticed that more have been eaten.

We go to dinner at a mexican restaurant, Los Amigos for those that know, sort of sit in silence but laugh at what happened. I tell her I couldnt' help it. She tells me it was hot and that it got her horny.

We ended up just hanging out that night.

Tuesday:

We were supposed to go to Six Flags but ended up oversleeping. We agreed that she should go home, and she slept during the ride. I dropped her off and told her I'd see her when school started.

WEDNESDAY:
I'm back in AC gambling, she calls me to invite me to her ex's b-day party the next week. I tell her no, she asks why and says she doesn't understand.