'One Minute Mike'

Jessica Stanley's voice pierced Mike's ear through his cell phone as she scolded him, "You really should have told me you were going to Vegas, Mike. You know, I'm your girlfriend. I shouldn't have to find out only after you've arrived. That's not how relationships work."

Mike couldn't deny that Jessica had a valid point. He was fully aware of what he had done, keeping his Vegas trip a secret until after he had already arrived in the city. While he may not have been the sharpest tool in the shed, he wasn't about to label himself as a complete idiot either.

"Of course, Jess, you're absolutely right," Mike replied with a gentle tone, feigning remorse. "I'm so sorry. It was a spontaneous thing. Carl and Jeff invited me on the spur of the moment, and I couldn't resist. I should have reached out to you sooner, though." As he said these words, he couldn't help but roll his eyes inwardly. In truth, they had been meticulously planning this weekend trip for three weeks, fully aware of their girlfriends' expectations. But they all craved a break, a chance to let loose and have some fun, and where better than Vegas?

"Okay, Mike. I'll trust you on this, but I need to make something very clear," Jessica said assertively, causing Mike to instinctively hold the phone a little further from his ear. "I know they say 'whatever happens in Vegas stays in Vegas,' but let me be perfectly clear: if you bring anything back from Vegas and give it to me, I am going to murder you. Do you understand me?"

"You know I would never do anything like that, Jess. I only have eyes for you," Mike responded smoothly, his voice laced with a tender affection. "I love you, honey." He had become quite skilled at this art of reassurance after dating Jessica on and off for the past six years, a rollercoaster ride that had started all the way back in high school. He convinced himself that he must love her. Well, at least most of the time. Sure, he had cheated on her a few times, not to mention all those blurry encounters during their numerous 'breaks.' But he knew it was the right thing to say, the words she wanted to hear.

"Really? I love you too, Mike," Jessica responded, her tone noticeably more mollified. "When will you be back home?"

"I'll be back on Sunday night," Mike assured Jessica. "We're really only going for some light gambling, maybe catch a magic show or do something fun. And I promise, next time we actually plan a trip like this, you'll be the first one I call. We can go together, Jess."

While assuring Jessica, Mike's anticipation grew for his upcoming meetup with his friends in just an hour or so. They had a clear destination in mind: a strip club. Mike couldn't help but smile inwardly as he thought about the club that Jeff had mentioned, one where the dancers were rumored to provide additional services for generous tippers. The allure of such an experience was hard to resist, and he couldn't wait to see what the night had in store for him and his friends.

"Okay. Have a good time, hon," Jessica said, her voice tinged with a mix of resignation and concern. "Give me a call when you get back. Night."

"Night, Jess. Will do," Mike replied. "I'll be over at your place bright and early Monday morning. We can go out for breakfast, and I'll fill you in on whether any of us struck it big in the casino or any interesting shows we checked out."

As he made these plans, Mike couldn't help but entertain the hope of enticing Jess into giving him a quickie on Monday morning before their classes resumed, knowing the slim chances of him getting any action during their Vegas trip.

After ending the call with Jess, Mike quickly sent a text to Jeff, inquiring about their meeting time. Almost immediately, he received a response indicating that they should meet at the bar next to the casino in one hour. That arrangement worked perfectly for Mike.

Strolling through the casino, he casually tried his luck on a few slot machines, but luck was not on his side, and he didn't win anything. Mike had no desire to engage in any serious gambling at the moment; he wanted to conserve his money for the strip club.

Arriving at the bar with plenty of time to spare, Mike found himself a comfortable spot and signaled the barkeep. "I'll have a gin and tonic, please," he requested, settling in to enjoy his drink.

With his gin and tonic in hand, Mike took small sips while keeping an eye on the football game playing on the screen above the bar. As he turned his head, his gaze fell upon a woman standing near the bar, her back facing him. She seemed just as engrossed in the game as he was, despite not holding a drink. Mike couldn't help but be captivated by her stunning appearance.

Her curves in the light blue cocktail dress were absolutely mind-blowing to Mike. He couldn't help but be captivated by the way her dress hugged her figure, particularly her alluring backside. It was a sight he couldn't tear his eyes away from, and he found himself wishing he had the confidence to approach a woman like her. However, he couldn't deny that she was completely out of his league. All he could do was discreetly admire her exquisite ass, for a time before his friends arrived.

It was then that she turned slightly, granting him a glimpse of her front. Even from the side view, Mike's attention was immediately drawn to her alluring rack. Her breasts were truly remarkable, causing his mouth to involuntarily salivate. He couldn't help but fixate on their perfection.

As his gaze traveled upward, he was struck by the sight of her face, an angelic visage with flawless features. The realization slowly dawned on him, as if a puzzle piece had clicked into place. He couldn't believe his eyes.

"Hang on," he thought, his mind racing to process the revelation. "It couldn't be... but it is." In that moment, he knew her. The woman before him was none other than Bella Swan.

Mike's mind reeled with disbelief. He hadn't laid eyes on Bella or heard a word about her since they graduated from high school, but there was no mistaking it, it was her. In the years since they last saw each other, Bella had somehow transformed into a stunning supermodel.

As Mike's mind drifted back to Bella and their high school days, memories flooded his thoughts. During their senior year, he had continued to pursue Bella after the Cullens had left. When it had happened, Bella had been so depressed that he had feared she might hurt herself.

But thankfully, over time, Bella had gradually reemerged from the darkness and acted like her old self again. It took more then a year of relentless effort asking her out from when she first arrived in Forks, until Bella finally agreed and gave him his chance. Reflecting on what transpired after, he had to admit it was not his finest moment.

They had gone out to dinner, and they had a nice time. Bella was almost back to acting how she had been before whatever happened with the Cullens occurred. The night was filled with laughter and engaging conversation. When he dropped Bella off at her house, they saw that her father was still at work, and he had asked Bella if he could join her inside. Bella looked unsure at first but then smiled and said sure. Once inside, they were soon making out on the sofa, and he was loving it. Bella acted like she had never kissed a guy before. He didn't know what she had been doing with Cullen, but he didn't really care as Bella's lips tasted so good when he kissed her.

Eventually, he asked Bella if she wanted to continue their makeout session in her bedroom. Bella hesitated for a moment, a shy smile spreading across her face, before nodding in agreement. They quickly made their way upstairs and resumed their kissing while entwined on her bed. At some point, he had pulled Bella's panties down and quickly unbuttoned his pants, and before he knew it, he was pumping away inside her.

Upon reflection, he felt a pang of regret for not having done more for Bella back then, realizing that their encounter must have been far from satisfactory for her. Ashamedly, he acknowledged that he had likely cum almost immediately inside her before hastily withdrawing. It couldn't have lasted more than a minute. He wished he had been able to prolong the experience for her, as he did find Bella attractive and liked her a lot. The image of her shocked expression lingered in his mind, as she hurriedly pulled up her underwear and politely asked him to leave. They never went out again or discussed that night thereafter. After high school graduation, he ventured to the University of Washington alongside Jessica, whom he had since gotten back together with, and he never heard from or anything about Bella again.

Now, here was Bella Swan in Vegas, and she had transformed into a stunning supermodel. Mike found it hard to believe that she had undergone any cosmetic enhancements, as she didn't strike him as the type. Nevertheless, she looked absolutely incredible. Though she appeared paler than he remembered, he reminded himself that it had been nearly four years since their last encounter.

A thought crossed his mind. It couldn't hurt to approach her and strike up a conversation. After all, they were old friends. What's the worst that could happen?