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Finally, as night descended around them, the neon lights of Las Vegas surrounded them. Jess sat on the back of the trunk as Phil held her leg in place, so she didn't fall out. It was truly beautiful to see everyone so happy there. A few minutes later, Jess saw they arrived at Caesar's Palace. Spinning around, she slid down the truck's top and hopped off, then opened the trunk to get everyone's stuff out. Handing each bag out, she wrapped hers around her shoulder before taking Phil's hands following inside. Noticing the people around them, it felt like they were staring at them, but after a moment, Phil's hand dropped and landed on her lower back pushing her forward with the others.

They all walked up to the counter, seeing a desk clerk smiling at them. Stu nodded as he sat down his bags by his feet, pulling his ID out.

"Hi, welcome to Caesar's. Checking in?" asked the desk clerk.

"We have a reservation under Dr. Price," said Stu proudly. Above the desk was a huge painting that probably none of the guys saw yet. It was beautiful Jess' thought happily examining it as she would in class. Her attention was bought back as Phil made a sharp laugh and placed his hands on the counter.

"Dr. Price? Stu, you're a dentist. Don't try to get fancy." Phil looked back at the desk clerk with his typical seductive smile that he used at school. It always worked for other women.

"It's not fancy, if it's true," Stu snapped back with a hint of hurt. "It's not a big deal we share beds. We won't even be in the room."

"If we're sharing bed, I'm bunking with Phil," Alan said loudly. "You good with that?"

Phil turned in disgust and then turned back to Stu and Doug, pointing a firm finger at Jess. "No. I'm not good about that. Guys, we aren't sharing beds. What are we twelve years old? When you booked this, we hadn't discussed bringing Jess, so where is she going to sleep?!"

Jess looked up quickly, pulling on Doug's sleeve. Had they never included her coming in their original plans, she would have asked for her own room, or at least paid the extra herself to Stu. Phil was pissed they could tell, but he regained some composure to turn toward the desk clerk asking about a villa. The woman's eyes darted between them as she summoned her voice again against Phil's objections.

"If I'm a bother, I can get my own—" said Jess but she was stopped by Doug who simply shook his head. She looked at him feeling anything but at ease. If she had to, she could get her own room, and then maybe spent time alone working on homework. Between their exchange, the desk clerk typed into the computer finding the cost of the villa.

"Well, we have one villa available and it's $4200 for the night," she said reading her screen. Surely… she was joking … Right?! Jess felt her jaw drop but she looked around to see Doug and Stu shared similar expressions.

"Is it awesome?" smiled Alan leaning against the counter, while staring at the desk clerk oddly. If it was $4200 a night, then yeah it was awesome, thought Jess staring at Stu praying he would say no.

"It's pretty awesome," confirmed the desk clerk. Thinking that Doug could deter Phil's nudging, Jess tried herself to hold Stu's arm down. Reluctantly, he handed over the credit card and instantly appeared unhappy.

"I can't believe you," muttered Jess grabbing hers and Phil's bag, following suit toward the elevator with the group. Phil walked in front of them all, a wide grin crossing his face. Doug and Stu exchanged looks and looked back at Jess with concern masking her face.

"It better be awesome!" she mumbled as they entered the elevator for the long ride up.

"Hey guys! Check this out!" said Alan suddenly pressing every button he could on the panel in the elevator. Jess eyed him sternly as his face dropped clearing taking notice of her upset demeanor.

"Really?" Jess asked crossing her arms and trying to hold her anger in. The longer it took for her to change from her uniform, the longer she was uncomfortable and ready to punch Alan.

"I was just being funny," Alan replied immediately. The sudden and concerning look on the man's face showed he was intimidated by Jess' sharp tone.

"It's not funny," said Jess, her eyes narrowing nearly into slits.

"Jess come on! We're almost to the top," commented Phil as they passed the eleventh floor. At least that's what he meant; Jess assumed. Some ten minutes later, they finally reached the correct floor and Jess let out a loud sigh as the door opened for them. Walking the short distance to the villa, Phil pushed the key into the door, allowing the others to enter first before holding his arm in front of Jess. Stopping, she investigated his face as the man turned looking around the hall then grabbed her close, planting a sweet, but powerful kiss on her panting lips.

"Phil?" she asked trying to hang onto his forearms. He had a hold of her around the middle and grinned again.

"Wanted to do that since this morning. You covered up my marks?" His eyes danced perilously as he caressed her neck pausing on the marks she covered with makeup.

"I had to! Can't let it look like I kissed my teacher—"

"Why would that be so bad?" he smiled setting her on the ground and stepping back upon hearing a noise behind them. "They're barely visible."

"Shut up Mr. Wenneck," she said playfully pushing his arm, turning, and entering the villa with Phil in tow.

"Now this is Vegas," he exclaimed loudly walking briskly into the communal area of the suite. There was a dark orange sofa that he sat his bag on and observed the grand piano next to it.

"Holy fuck!" exclaimed Stu after a quick walk through.

"Is this all one suite?" asked Doug, setting down his bags. "Thank you, guys, or should I say thank you Stu."

"Only did it cause I love you," answered the man beginning to turn down one of the many halls in the suite. Jess was busy walking around the bar and noting all the drinks she would try while they were gone. She wasn't stupid. They were leaving her in a suite like this to herself. Bullshit, she wouldn't have any fun!

"Jess, go pick a room, before anyone else," Doug called out a few minutes later.

"Why does she get to?" Alan asked suddenly as Jess went to the find the farthest room from them.

Setting the bag down on the bed, she opened it to pull out her toiletries and a change of clothing for a quick shower before dinner. After setting everything out for the night, she faintly heard the door open and close.

"Give me a minute," she called out before turning to see who had in fact entered. Grabbing a white fluffy towel, she gathered the clothing and went to the second bathroom to shower. Stu had taken the first one, and Doug and Alan were nowhere to be found. Phil sat calmly checking his phone for something not having changed yet.

"What are you doing?" he asked quietly as she wrapped her arms around his head. Looking up, they smiled at each other, before she admitted her next actions. Her response caused him to raise an eyebrow.

"I'm going to shower…"

"And you're tell me…"

"Thought you oughta know," she smirked kissing his head and standing to leave. Quietly closing the door and setting the fluffy towel on the handle, she let the shower warm before stripping the uniform from her body. It lay in a heap on the floor as she stepped in, as the bathroom's main door opened revealing a hurried Phil, holding his own clothes and towel.

"It better be fucking warm in there," he muttered pulling his own uniform off his body and throwing it down with hers.

"It's steaming hot Phil. You clearly need—"

The door suddenly opened revealed the nude man before her. Her eyes followed his feet up, pausing at a sight of curled hair she knew well, before continuing up his stomach knowing every groove and firm ab often hidden by his shirts. His pecks were puffed out as he leaned over on his back leg, and there on his face was a wide smirk as he took in her too. She had ahold of the shampoo bottle and had squirted an amount into her hand and was lathering it into her hair, a firm stare aimed at the naked man before her. It was obvious that her bare state was influencing his body too. He stepped in, closing the door behind him finally bring them within touch of each other.

Phil took over scrubbing the hair and laughed as she wiggled underneath as his hands dropped to her breasts, teasingly leaving a soap trail down her navel. His firm hands found themselves rubbing the bar of soap across her chest and back, the smirk never leaving. Scrubbing her ankles, it brought memories of them kissing during last spring break in a fiery, zealous meeting where her legs kept getting tangled with his at Lake Tahoe. Everyone had gone hiking, leaving them alone at the resort and plenty of time to explore each other. Doug and Stu were never the wiser, they both thought. Even as he knelt to wash her legs, she noticed he took extra care to massage her inner thigh before he stood up, leaving a small kiss on her knee.

Rinsing the soap from her body, she felt his chest land on her back as he pressed them against the wall. Against her bottom, she felt a firmness she expected in their state, but here their sounds were masked with the sound of the pouring water.

"Phil," she whispered as he lay several kisses along the curve of her neck. She found herself reaching up to touch his hair and in doing so, her chest rose where his hands massaged tenderly making her mind go blank. He was whispering something against her skin, but all Jess could think of was their body touching in rhythm as hands traveled down well-known trails. Phil's hands found a warm place below her pelvic bone and stroked gently liberating a low whimper that caught in her throat. Standing on her tippy toes, he continued as their bodies responded greedily to the arousal, they both felt.

"I was hoping to shower without being distracted, but I must have high hopes—" she started to say pushing hair from her face.

Phil laughed and turned her around to face him, while kissing deeply, his hands in her hair. Looking down, Jess saw the heat and pleasure in his face. She knew what to do and gladly complied with his silent requests. Stooping to her knees, she took him in her mouth taking pleasure in every moment while there. His fingers gripped her hair, he trying to hold onto something for fear of falling over. Several moments passed as the grip was too tight only causing Jess to speed up. She knew he was close.

"Fuck," he moaned as he jerked her head back before emptying himself loudly. There was a silky consistency there on his hands as she stood up and rubbed franticly hoping to ease the burden, but the man was physically drained of their crimes smiling at the victory.

"I was wanted to shower without distraction," she laughed taking the bar of soap and scrubbing his body as well. She made him lean over as he was so much taller than her, and she hugged him as he washed his own hair. Lightly kissing his cheek, she stepped out wrapping the towel around her body. Clearing the mirror, she found her face wash and prepped her face for a treatment as Phil finished up. About five minutes later, he stepped out, not bothering with his towel and stood behind her, glory and all hanging out.

"What?" she questioned him with an inquisitive look. She was applying moisturizer as he reached for his towel and dried off in quick gesture. Jess had to confess she stared at his butt and more as he did so including the bobbing. Beaming, she looked over seeing a black bag sitting on the counter. Opening it, she reached in feeling a soft silk dress, which was dark blue in color. It had an open back with a thin golden chain looping the back together near the shoulder blades.

"What's this?" she asked Phil holding up the dress. By now he was halfway dressed and smiled softly.

"It's for you to wear," he answered plainly throwing his dress shirt over his shoulders. She stared at him with a dangerously, devilish chuckle came.

"Am I meant to wear this in front of the others? Or… just… you?" she purred out taking hold of his shirt.

Phil took the time to unzip the dress before motioning her to step in it. It fell just above her knees and was more a cocktail dress, and thankfully she was able to walk around without a bra because it looked amazing on her body. The dress went to her mid-thigh, was a deep midnight blue, and covered all important areas she wanted to cover up for now. She turned to see her back and saw smooth skin that was barely covered by the chain. Admiring herself, she took in that Phil had finished dressing in a black suit, ready for the night.

"I wish I could fuck you in this," he whispered wrapping his arms around her body, kissing her face, and staring at the women in delight. There was a soft, gentle smile only meant for her in times like this when they were completely alone. He stepped back once more, clearing his voice before speaking up.

"You better not wear panties tonight," she heard as he stood straight and walked out of the bathroom toward the communal area. "Better hurry up or the others may think you are playing with yourself!"

"PHIL!"

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After exiting the room, her dress on, and the black heels in her hands, she entered Stu's room to find him in the phone with Melissa. Phil was laying on the bed motioning at Stu in disgust but the other simply ignored the pair as he continued to lie to his girlfriend about their whereabouts. Waiting a few seconds, she sat down and pulled her legs up, silently asking Phil to put her heels on. Devilishly, he took quick action to rub her feet before placing each shoe on her feet. He pulled her close to fasten the ankle clasp as Stu finally hung up on her, sighing loudly.

"I'm not even gonna say anything. It's so embarrassing," said Phil lightly tapping Jess to move forward with her other ankle. "Even Jess isn't—"

"They are different women!" said Stu abruptly evading Phil's questions or comments.

"She's a bitch. Honestly, why are you still with her?" asked Jess finally standing fully.

"Because…. Because she makes me feel things," he admitted pulling his shirt over his head as Doug walked in. "Melissa isn't that bad."

Jess rolled her eyes, crossing her arms, standing in such a stance that caused each of them to stare at her. Phil's eyes lingered on her bottom, as Stu and Doug took in the dress she was wearing. Their eyes explained that the woman standing in front of them wasn't the little girl they each remembered.

"Are you even wearing a bra?" asked Doug quietly, unsure if he should be asking his sister that.

"I can't wear one with this dress," she said turning in a slow circle. Stu blushed a light pink as he quickly grabbed his shoes and finished up. Doug held his hand to his head and thought dearly of his next words.

"You can't wear that," he said looking at her sternly.

"I'm eighteen Doug," she dared him, cocking a hand on her hip. "I can wear whatever the fuck I want. Besides it just dinner. You all are wearing suits and I only have my uniform. I want to look pretty for once!" Phil clapped, agreeing, knowing he was the one who bought the dress and stated Alan's absence, it halfway being ignored by everyone else.

"God… I don't wanna fight about this," mumbled Doug, throwing his hands down. "Fine! But next time not something so revealing. Alan said he had to grab a few things," commented Doug stuffing his pockets with his hands appearing anything but relaxed. Stu stood up with a small box in his hands showing the group.

"What the hell is that?" Jess asked grabbing the box and opening it. It was beautiful ring that Stu explained had belonged to his grandmother.

"What do you think?" he gleefully asked hoping that it meant his friends approval.

"If it's what I think it is, I think it's a big fucking mistake!" Phil said standing very quickly, throwing his arms down, and grabbing for the box in Jess' hands.

"I'm gunna propose to Melissa at your wedding. After the ceremony," Stu said with a smile to Doug.

"Stu, you can't marry that whore! Were you not listening?!" said Jess handing the ring back. It was indeed pretty but not worthy of Melissa's hand.

"Jess, that's rude," condemned Doug. "Stuey, congratulations!"

"Doug, she is the devil," argued Jess standing up and walking out, pulling Phil with her. They arrived at the main door as Alan walked in with a bag or two in his arms. Waiting patiently, Doug and Stu stumbled out and the group left, not before Jess grabbed one of the guys blazers, pulling her arms through it. Due to the length it went to below her butt. At the elevator, Phil took notice of the bag hanging on Alan's hip.

"You're not wearing that are you?" asked Phil suddenly pointing at it.

"Wearing what?"

"The man-purse," he said again pointing firmly at the bag. Alan looked a bit confused as he pointed at his bag. "You're actually going to wear that or are you guys fucking with me?"

"It's where I keep all my things. I get a lot of compliments on this. Plus, it's not a man purse. It's called a satchel. Indiana Jones wears one."

"So does Joy Behar," replied Phil flatly eyeing the others quietly. The elevator doors opened to two people deep in a kiss session. It caused Jess blushed a deep red but she felt her back being pushed by Phil a moment later.

"We're going up," muttered the man quickly trying to put some distance between woman and him.

"Yeah, whatever," pushed Phil as the others followed suit in.

Phil pushed the highest button he could as the others gave him a strange look. Jess looked over and saw he pushed one that wasn't even a guest available floor. They exited and went through a few doors before coming to a single iron door. Jess tried to hardest to not get her heel wedged into the small holes on the stair well up all the stairs they traveled.

"I'm just saying it's clearly marked, okay?" Stu stated as they opened the door. Jess leaned against the concrete wall holding her chest. "We are definitely not supposed to be up here."

"Phil, please no more climbing!" panted Jess trying to keep her dress from raising as Alan had been behind her a good part of the walk up.

"Come on! We're paying for a villa. We can do whatever the fuck we want! Just wedge the door open!"

Doug, Stu, and Alan had already gone through the opened door leaving Jess and Phil behind. As Alan disappeared from the door's view, Jess threw her finger up at him. What the hell was Alan carrying anyway? Holding her chest a moment longer, Phil placed his hand there and felt her racing heart.

"You okay?" Phil asked her, tenderly holding her hands. She leaned against the wall and prayed her feet wouldn't kill her. Maybe it was bad idea to wear these, her mind begged her. Slowly Phil stepped closer making her smile tenderly at him and brushing off a bit of dust from his suit jacket.

"I'm fine but second-guessing these damn heels," she said straightening the dress once more.

"Come on! Quit taking so long!" called Alan, from the stairs that lead up one more spot. Taking hold of the rails, she lifted herself but almost let go, as Phil's fingers traced her inner thigh.

"What the absolute fuck!" she screamed nearly kicking him in the face with the stiletto heel. "Are you trying to die?!"

"You listened," he smiled before getting even with her. "Go up the stairs without me seeing…."

Blushing, she continued you and walked steadily to the see the skyline of Vegas from their vantagepoint.

"Phil you couldn't have picked a better place," laughed Jess pointing at the different hotels. She was glad to have grabbed the blazer because it was a bit cold up there.

"Alan, what you got there?" said Doug as moment later. Turning she saw Alan had in his hands a large bottle of alcohol.

"A little Jägermeister," answered Alan proudly.

"Alan, none for Jess, okay?" asked Doug holding up a hand as Phil began to hand Jess a shot glass.

"Come on Doug! Who are we gonna tell? You're her guardian!"

"Could I have just one? Half a shot?" considered Jess holding onto Doug's arm. He seemed to think on it and finally nodded. Stu raised his glass up and beamed brightly at the group before speaking up.

"To Doug and Tracy. May tonight be but a minor speed bump in an otherwise very long and healthy marriage."

Cheers, they all agreed and downed their shots. Jess smiled as she pulled down her arm and handed her shot glass back to Phil, who refilled it behind Doug's back. His smirk played out onto his face, but Jess only shook her head. Alan began talking over Phil a moment later as Jess received her second shot.

"I'd like to say something that I prepared tonight."

They looked at him with attentiveness and Jess rested her head on Phil's arm.

"Hello. How about that ride in? I guess that's why they call it Sin City. You guys might not know this, but I consider myself a bit of a loner. I tend to think of myself as a one-man wolf pack. But when my sister brought Doug home, I knew he was one of my own. And my wolf pack, it grew by one. So were there two... So there were two of us in the wolf pack. I was alone first in the pack, and then Doug joined in later. I met Jessica a few years ago and thought she was pretty but no one like her would ever like me. But Jessica has always been special to me and now that Doug and Tracy will be together, so will Jessica to me."

Jess looked up fretful by Alan's words but Doug just gave her a pat on the arm. "Let it go. I know it's weird," Doug mumbled in her ear.

"And six months ago... when Doug introduced me to you guys, I thought: 'Wait a second. Could it be?' And now, I know for sure. I just added two more guys to my wolf pack."

Stu, Doug, and Phil nodded, while Jess just smiled at Alan feeling really creped out. She remembered meeting Alan too. It had been a strange day and her boyfriend has been forcing her to have sex with him. Jess refused and that caused the biggest fight between them. Alan had been able to make her laugh, so her day got better as they played tennis at the Gardner home. Thinking it, Jess sipped her shot while Alan pulled out something from his pocket.

"What do you got there?" she asked looking over at him as Doug and Stu stepped back suddenly in shock.

"Dude, what the fuck?" shouted Phil pulling Jess back a few steps, ensuring she didn't fall in the heels. "What the hell are you doing?

"What is that?" questioned Doug holding up his hand to stop Alan.

"Blood brothers," Alan answered simply. Jess turned away and waved away the knife Alan was attempting to pass around. There was no way she would do that. She and Doug already shared blood; they were brother and sister after all!

"Make him stop!" begged Stu.

"Alan, we're not gonna cut ourselves," stated Doug firmly to Alan. He set out his hand toward Alan and motioned for the knife. "Give me the knife. Slowly. Thank you."

Alan was tending to his bleeding hand as Doug inspected it and tossed it aside. Jess was holding herself up but a slow dizziness came over, but it was something she was sure would it pass soon. Phil held up his shot glass a third time before turning to the group proudly. Jess pushed her hair back as she smiled brightly at everyone around her, even Alan and all his weirdness.

"Alright, to a night the five of us will never forget!" They toasted to that and drank their shots… none realizing what that one night would become….

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Fuck, I hate this shit… Why the fuck are we eating this…

He's not a lucky charm! He's a chink!...

Alan, where did you get those?... WHY would Phil need one!...

Oh MY GOD! Stu don't do that! STU, you can't pull….

Yeah! STU's GETTING MARRIED…

Phil, don't! They will see….

Don't touch him, you bitch! Phil is...

I'm no prisoner, don't you dare put me there…

Where the fuck are we going…

Oh here kitty kitty…

Holy shit! Doug will flip out when he wakes up…..

Phil… Phil…. Phil, please….. PHIL!