So this story is long overdue. And stories have to be told, ..

So this story is long overdue. And stories have to be told, or they die, and when they die, we can't remember who we are or why we're here. That time we had sex in a limo and almost got the cops called on us. That's the story you wanted, right? It's coming to you, live from my naked ass sitting at my office desk! Let's add some context first. We were in Vegas (DUH! no good story ever starts with "We were in Detroit - no offense to Detroit people, but if you guys have one feel free to share!), and we spent the afternoon at the Marquee day club (6 hours at 102F/35C, a bunch of drinks...we all know where this story is going). On our way back to our room, we have a fabulous idea (like every fucking fantastic idea I had in Vegas): let's head to Agent Provocateur to try on some lingerie. We shower and run (well we took a cab - dude, we had high heels!) there right away! They serve us champagne (I'm not kidding, the one at Ceasar's Palace! I was always welcomed with bubbles, and they kept filling my glasses as long as I was trying. That all stopped the nice gestures when the brand got into financial trouble - thank Honey Birdette! Honey Birdette is the Michael Kors of lingerie. You feel like you're buying Louis Vuitton...with the shopping atmosphere of a Target) After buying a few outfits (oopsie! Might be why they were making me drink each time) and after a few glasses of champagne, we decide to call a cab and head downtown Vegas. After a few Jagerbombs at creepy bars, and after breaking one of my heels while walking downtown, LOL we have another brilliant idea: let's call a limo and shoot a video of us fucking in it! WE'RE IN VEGAS! That is a bucket list item, RIGHT? The limo gets there half an hour later (it's fucking easy to get a limo last minute lol sometimes I wait longer for a Uber), and they welcome us with....you guessed it...chlamydia!!!! LOL nah, champagne, you silly! Strangely (although very easy to understand why after reading this story), we decided to start fucking right away. 10 minutes later, while still fucking, we hear the driver talk on the radio. "Yeah, boss, yeah, I think we have a problem." My friend "What the fuck is he talking about? Me: I dunno... Driver "Yeah, we'll have to charge them cleaning fees. They're making love" (who the fucks makes "love" in a limo in Vegas! YOU FUCK like animals in a limo!) My friend knocks on that black thing separating the driver and us (he can't see what's happening). The thingy goes down slowly. Friend "Why would you charge us cleaning fees?" Driver "You're having sex in the limo Miss" (finally, he's using the right words! But he forgot the "like filthy animals") Friend "But we're two women, we aren't dirty! It's not like I will jizz all over the place" Driver "Still, miss..." My friend starts massaging him (btw, my camera is still rolling, LOL!) and she tells him "But who would mind having two hot girls fucking on the backseat" and she massages him in an even better way. The guy is still driving... Driver "Miss, I'll call the cops. You're attacking me." Friend "WHAT? WAIT, WHAT?" He never called the cops and never charged us a cleaning fee. But it was the strangest thing EVER. That guy was WEIIIIIRD! However, I was really wondering how he could have known we were fucking. I wasn't that loud (for once) while fucking (on purpose!). Two weeks later, I'm editing the video. While she's eating my pussy, we hear the guy singing. Then my friend proceeds to yell "Shhhhh! WE'RE FUCKING BACK HERE! QUIET" and smashes back her head in between my legs! LOL We had so many drinks that I never realized that she did this, and she didn't remember either. That's how he knew LOL! As I said... OOPSIE! So, did any of you guys fuck their friend in the back of a limo, in Detroit, after shopping lingerie and partying at a day club? Nah? Told you that this story couldn't start with "We were in Detroit" ;) Only in Vegas...right?