A Life-Changing Night - Sex Stories

A Life-Changing Night

... surprise you. So I went to get a cake from Expresso. Only then, the fire started. Lee saved me.” Arthur Platinum turned to me and shook my hand vigorously. “I am eternally in your debt.” I shrugged and Carla eyed me, daring me to contradict her version of events. “I did what anyone would have,” I said rather lamely, and turned away, not knowing what else to say. It started snowing. Snow felt special, only because it was so rare in Vegas. The flakes drifted down, soft and beautiful, as the casino glowed in scorching orange flames. Nothing could be saved. The water bursting from the fire-fighters hoses seemed to evaporate even before reaching the building. Crowds of people huddled together, watching from safe distances, the reflections of flames flickering in their eyes. It seemed magical. *** The magic didn’t last. The casino was damaged beyond repair and a week later what remained was demolished. I ended up waiting tables at a restaurant but was luckier than most of the staff who found themselves unemployed. I didn’t see Katie, but I knew she’d got out safely thanks to a short tex: I’m alive. You? I saw Lily a couple of weeks later, looking like she’d never been trapped in a burning building as she had dinner with a well-dressed older guy. I wondered about her; whether she was a hooker or just a girl with a very varied lifestyle. I didn’t see Carla again but a month after the craziest night of my life, a letter dropped onto my doormat. Lee, Thanks for being in the right place ...

... at the right time, and for keeping your mouth shut. Arthur wanted you to have this. Carla ‘This’ was a cheque for $100,000. From the boss of six casinos, it didn’t seem like much. *** Life moved fast, so fast I hardly caught sight of what was happening. I ended up in Paris, running a tiny patisserie just off the Champs-Elysees. Getting there was easy, but staying was hard. Half the time I wanted to go home, but I was making money like crazy. It would be stupid to abandon something that was turning such a good profit. I found France boring. I’d expected a romantic, historical place but it wasn’t all that. It was just a country. People dressed the same, acted the same and the only real difference was the language. I picked it up bit by bit but still felt like an outsider. I started wondering if I’d made the wrong choices. Maybe I should have stayed in the States. I felt like there was something missing. I had a decent social life and I’d become some sort of institution in the community but I wasn’t content. Then, I got home one day and there was a knock on the door. I opened it and my jaw literally dropped. It was Katie. In five years she hadn’t aged much. She looked pretty much the same, only the pink was gone from her hair. Honestly, I kind of missed it. “What the hell are you doing here?” “Bonjour, to you too.” she smirked and pushed past me. “What are you doing here?” “Well…” she said, and she couldn’t help the smile that came. “I…” She shook her head, as if unable to find ...