#luxor hotel & casino

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The Mandalay Bay Hotel and Casino located at 3950 S Las Vegas Blvd.

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TBT Morgan and I seeing Criss Angel in Las Vegas for the first time 8 years ago this week!

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Deadly fall: The other “curse of the pharaohs”

THE OTHER CURSE OF THE PHARAOHS

Category: American urban legends / USA hauntings

I talked about the “curse of the mummy”, also known as the “curse of the pharaohs”. But you might be surprised to learn that there is “another” curse coming from old Egypt – a curse said to strike only a specific place in one of the most iconic American towns: Las Vegas.

Las Vegas is filled with the most extravagant and unique hotels and casinos you will ever see. And one of them is rumored to be cursed. Given we are speaking of Egypt, you won’t be surprised to learn that it is the Luxor hotel and casino: a towering pyramid structure standing over the Las Vegas landscape. The very outward shape of the casino has been known to make people feel unease: the enormous pyramid is entirely black, with no ornaments of any kind, just the opaque and dark imposing structure – and at night one beam of white light gets out from the top of the pyramid, like some occult scene from horror movies.

But even eerier is the dark history of the Luxor – which seems to be filled with a lot of nasty incidents.

The Luxor opened up on October 1993. 30 stories high, it is one of the biggest hotel-casinos of Las Vegas, and its beam was designed to be one of the strongest beams of light of the world, visible by pilots flying even hours away from California. As you can guess, the Luxor was entirely based around Ancient Egypt: the casino is pyramid-shaped, there is a sphinx statue near the entrance, the name of the casino can be found on an obelisk, and the inside is filled with Egyptian-looking statues and murals. The Luxor was created by the Circus Circus Enterprises (a big hotel-and-casino corporation from Nevada) during the brief “family-friendly” era that Las Vegas knew at the end of the 20th century: the Luxor, as a top-class hotel and casino, was designed to attract a wealthy clientele, but its unique theme and decorum was also prepared to appeal families seeking “theme park”-like fun, basically making the Luxor both a five-star hotel AND a true tourist attraction.

To list the incidents attributed to the “curse”, I will invite you to go backwards with me through time…

# 2012: Three guests of the hotel fell ill. They had contracted the Legionnaire’s disease, and it was found that the Legionella bacteria had somehow infected the water system of the Luxor. Bizarrely, after two guests fell ill, the water was tested but the Legionella was nowhere to be found: it was only after a third guest was infected (and in fact later died, the other two healed), that the Legionella was discovered.

# Also 2012: the elevators of the Luxor are not called elevators but “inclinators” because, due to the pyramid-shape of the building, they actually go in a diagonal way, following the slopes of the pyramid. In 2012, two airmen from the Nellis Air Force Base had a fight in the first-floor lobby of the western part of the Luxor. One of the two pushed the other against the inclinator door – which mysteriously opened, despite there being no cabin at the level of this floor: just the empty shaft. The victim fell 25 feet down, all the way to the basement of the Luxor. He was sent to hospital in critical condition.

# In June 2010, Las Vegas football player DeMario Reynolds and his friend, Jason Sindelar, a MMA fighter (Mixed Martial Art), got into a fight in a suite of the hotel. The fight started when Sindelar, drunk and angry, verbally fought with his girlfriend during a party organized in Reynolds’ suite. Reynolds asked Sindelar to leave the party, but it only made him angrier: he tried to hit his girlfriend, and grab her by the neck. Reynolds tried to restrain the fighter by pushing him down the bathroom floor. Then the fight was taken to the main bedroom, where the two men had a short fistfight. Sindelar finally left the suite, but not before returning shortly after, hitting Reynolds in the head and in the chest – after bringing Reynolds to the ground, Sindelar went all out on him, and other guests of the party called the hotel’s security. The injured Reynolds was taken to the Desert Springs Hospital, but he had died of his wounds before arriving there.

# May 2007: in the parking garage of the Luxor, a young food court employee left a coffee cup on top of his car. When he later returned to remove the cup, it exploded in his hand and killed him: a homemade bomb had been placed inside. Investigations led to the arrest of two men, who had indeed created the bomb and placed it in the cup – but they actually didn’t know the victim, and there was no evident motive for why they would do such a thing. Visibly, they just wanted to make a bomb and kill someone – anyone.

# September 1996: A woman jumped from the 26th story of the hotel and died. Her heavy injuries coupled with her lack of identification made it hard to identify her – she fell near the entrance of what was then the buffet, but by today has been completely reshaped into the new food court of the casino. We never knew who she was or why she jumped – all we know is that she clearly killed herself. The women of the 26th floor soon became a “ghost story” in Las Vegas, as everybody invented their own “legends” about the reason for her fall: the most famous of which claims that the woman was a prostitute who killed herself after discovering she had HIV. Still today people claim her ghost can be seen on the 26th floor.

# Beyond this woman, three more deadly falls were reported at the Luxor, two of which were suicides but one – a man jumping from the 10th floor – still of unknown nature (suicide? Accident? Murder?).

# But the oldest “ghosts” of the Luxor are said to be here since the building of the hotel. You see, William Bennett, the CEO of Circus Circus Enterprises in the 90s, built the Luxor in eighteen months at a very low cost. When you see how big and grand the construction is, you realize what it means: corners were cut. We know that when the Luxor actually opened, in October 1993, the construction wasn’t actually complete – some parts of the structure were still built, and some guests had to stay in unfinished rooms. We also know that during the first years of the hotel, the “inclinators” didn’t work properly – and soon people realized that the Luxor had been built in an unusual soft spot of the desert, meaning the pyramid was literally sinking in the ground. This led to the rumors that workers had died during the constructions – while there is no official death record of any worker during the building of the Luxor, the rumor claims that at least two men died during the building, but that their death was covered by Circus Circus Enterprises – some local media even went as far as claim it was seven men, and not two, that died. The rumor notably fed of the real fact that the construction of the pyramid had been a very difficult and dangerous process due to its unusual shape (coupled with the all the cut corners). Rumors claim that in the quiet part of the hotel the ghosts of the workers can still be spotted – and back when the hotel had a unique boat-riding attraction called the Luxor’s Nile Riverboat, some visitors claimed to have seen the dead workers inside the tunnels.

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All those incidents and ghost-sighting coupled together led people to believe that a “curse” had been placed on the Luxor. Why? Because of the very Egyptian model of the Luxor.

The outside pyramid is a reproduction of the Great Pyramid of Giza (well, it is only three-quarters its size, so a smaller replica), and the hotel contains the biggest and most accurate replica of the Tomb of King Tutankhamun known on American ground – carefully recreated down to every detail with the same materials originally used for the tomb. No need to tell you that Tutankhamun was THE big curse of Egypt, but strangely it is not this replica that is thought to have brought the curse, but rather the rest of the hotel: because the other “Egyptian decorum” are all noted to be basically cheap and inaccurate replicas. As such, it is thought that the curse was brought onto the casino due to being a mockery of a pyramid, and due to the creators of the site not understanding the meaning of the occult and mystic symbols they used.

For example superstitious people refuse to go play in the Luxor due to a pyramid being a tomb – and it is always bad luck to go gambling in tombs or near graves. Other point out that there is only one sphinx in front of the pyramid’s entrance, when Egypt belief claimed that before a palace or a pyramid you needed to build two sphinxes to ward off evil spirits and wicked influences. The constructors did so to replicate the “lonely sphinx” sitting in front of the Great Pyramid – but archeologists will tell you that if there is one sphinx today, it is because the other one was destroyed. The urban legend notably claims that the dark pyramid attracts malevolent energies, and that the only way to purify it would be to place an eye sculpture at its top.

Now beyond the Egyptian-cultural-appropriation theory, another story for the “origins” of the curse is much more local and rooted in the history of Las Vegas: it is said that the Luxor is cursed because it was built on the site of a former secret mobster burial ground: a mass grave for the victims of the mafias.

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The scintillating ladies of FANTASY The Strips Sexiest Tease are celebrating 24 years on the Las Vegas Strip with the launch of their new 2024 calendar.

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The Luxor Experience 2018

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Headcanon the trip to Vegas Heka talks about was their anniversary in Luxor Las Vegas casino hotel

Receptionist "Mr Stone there must have been a mistake, we see you are alone but it appears we have booked the nuptial suite for you. Our apologies, we will see what room could be available for you now"

Scarab as Harris Stone "Oh there was no mistake, this was what I asked for"

Receptionist, pausing and eyeing all around him, checking if there is someone or more than one luggage "...But Mr Stone... a nuptial suite... alone ?"

Scarab/Harris Stone, tightening his grip on Heka who passes as his fancy cane as usual when people are around "Who pays here ?"

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I cant do this anymore - George Russell x Wolff! Reader Part 6

Plot: You are the daughter of Toto Wolff team principle of Mercedes-AMG Petronas, you've worked your whole life to become an engineer. However, your dad has other ideas for you and doesn't want you to become a race engineer. You start to confide more in the Red Bull Racing Team Principle to help you get an engineering job, and see him as your present father figure.

You'd texted your dad, just asking if he wanted to meet in The Luxor, it was a hotel that you knew none of the drivers would be in to interrupt and hopefully fans would be to a minimum as it was quiet an expensive hotel.

You thought it would be better, breaking the ice with your dad first before fully speaking to George. Your dad hadn't said anything as bad as George did, so you felt like now was the time to have an adult conversation with him.

So that's where you were right now, you were stood watching over the Casino's ground floor from the balcony. You felt a sort of shadow next to you, and it made your head turn left. Your dad walked up standing next to you, his arms leaning on the balcony banister pushing the cuffs of his sleeves up to his elbows.

"Hey Dad!" you smile looking over at him a soft expression on your face.

"Hello Barchen" he says softly, looking over at you with the softest expression you'd ever seen on his face. Tears welled in your eyes at the sweet little nickname he'd always used for you.

"Dad I-" you start but he places a large hard over yours, keeping eye contact with you.

"No, I'm sorry for everything I said to you. You deserved a place on the team, you've done wonderful things for Red Bull. And as much as i want you back in the garage I wont ask that off you!" he admits, your head swinging to look back over him as your gaze had travelled down back to the busy casino life.

"I, but what if I want to come back?" you ask, in shock. Did your dad not want your help?

"I know you don't want too, you've found a place in Red Bull that i wish i could have given you and I'm so so proud of you. I think I was just so scared about seeing my Little Bear grow up. I always want to protect you and I don't know, making such a big step and becoming an engineer in the team..." he admits.

"I thought, you didn't think I was good enough!" you say tears brimming in your eyes.

"Never, I'm always so proud of you, my beautiful beautiful daughter. I just fear that I'm loosing you. You've been such a big part of my life for the last 23 years that...I can't let go! You come everywhere with me"

"I know, which was why branching out was the hardest thing I've ever done. But it needed to be done. I love being the daughter of Toto Wolff, not because your Toto Wolff the Team Principle of Mercedes, but because your the man who drove me 3 hours when i slipped over in the garage and cut myself on some metal. Your the man who was there for me when i first ever had my heart broken, your the man who cheered so loudly when I collected my GCSE's because I didn't have anyone else to celebrate with, and most importantly your my dad. I love you, but I wanted to prove that I don't feed off your income, and that I can pave my own way. Honestly I don't think I even would have had the chance at Red Bull if it wasn't for your last name, but I still did it" you ramble, and all your dad can do is stare at you in awe at all the memories you recounted together.

He remembered when how scared he was when he heard a little scream followed by yells from all of his mechanics. He trusted them to look after you, and he knew it wasn't their fault but he was furious that you'd slipped and gotten yourself hurt. He made sure he stayed with you in the garage at all times after that.

He remembered holding you why you cried to him, picking yourself apart and asking him why you weren't good enough. Two hearts broke that day, as his did when yours did. Seeing his little girl, crying over such a stupid and insolent boy... Toto would make sure his changes getting into F1 were zero to none.

He remembered the day you went to collect your GCSE's from the nearest school to the Mercedes F1 headquarters in Brackley. You walked in, seeing loads of people that you didn't know all excited to see each other and showing each other what they got. Some were laughing some were crying for all different reasons. It kind of reminded Toto of the last race at the end of the season in Abu Dhabi. He cheered so loud the hall looked over at the pair of you when you presented him your amazing grades.

But recently since 2021, he'd realized how absent he'd been as your dad. In the process of wanting to keep you with him as his little girl all he'd been doing was just pushing you away. And he hated himself for that.

"I know - I know I've done a lot wrong, but I'd really like it if you could find it in yourself to forgive me!" he says, pulling you into a searing hug, so tight and so warm and you'd missed it dearly.

"You know, you guys cooked really do with my help at Merc" he smile, looking away from him and back down at the casino. You hear him chuckle from your side and he observes down on the gaming floor with you.

"Mmmmm? What would you suggest?" he asks. You laugh in turn.

"Ah, see you might be my dad, but right now you're my competitor. I can't be dealing in secrets" you admit and he looks over to you in shock.

"But I'm your dad!" he fakes his offence taken making you laugh a little more.

"I know, so technically this" you say gesturing between the two of you. "Is a conflict of interest! I can't be seen meeting you in secretive locations!"

"Well, maybe you'll consider coming back to Mercedes but I want to let you know just how proud I am of what you've helped them achieve at Red Bull!" he smiles, pulling you into a tight hug, one that you didn't want to get out of.

"So, I guess I'll see you in Abu Dhabi?" you ask.

"I was actually hoping you'd come home for a bit. The house has felt so empty despite George coming over most days in the off season" he admits, knowing he'd do anything to have you come home even if it's just for a day or two.

"Well, I think I'm needed in the Red Bull Centre on the 20th, but I'll stay with you for the rest of the week, and travel to Abu Dhabi with you!" you grin, knowing you would like to spend some time with your dad Suzie and Jack.

"You're coming home?" he beams.

"I'm coming home dad" you smile nodding.

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Summary: Your boyfriend surprises you with a vacation. Pairing: Toji Fushiguro x Fem!Reader Tags: NSFW, MDNI, Smut, Fingering in public, Unprotected Sex, Finger sucking, mildly dubious consent, Fluff and Smut, Toji is Toji, Established relationship. (This fic is not a joke for once 😭) A/N: This is a belated birthday fic to a super cool cat and fellow Toji lover. ♥️

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“You’re not serious.” You said, irritation already bubbling up inside of you. “Vegas? For a week? You’ve barely been home for a day after your last bender. I’m getting really sick of this To -”

“Woah, hold on.” He said, putting his hands up defensively. He rolled his eyes, that stupid handsome smirk of his stretching across his features. “You didn’t even let me finish, the best part is you’re comin’ too.”

“Huh?” There was no way. Not in all the time you’d known the man, much less the time you spent dating him, had he ever taken you anywhere. “To vegas? You’re taking me with you to Vegas?” You repeated, testing the words out. “What’s the catch?”

“No catch, sweetheart. I just wanna do somethin’ nice for my special girl. That a problem?”

“What’s the catch, Toji?” You repeated.

“Why do ya always have to act like this?” He kept his eyes averted as he scratched the back of his neck. “There’s no catch, I promise. The Luxor package was an extra tip tossed in by our last client. Shiu’ll be there too.”

You raised a brow at him suspiciously. “Your client.”

“That’s what I said.”

“And what kind of client could afford something like that?” There was always a feeling that Toji hadn’t been honest with you about his line of work. He didn’t like questions about it, and you’d already ignored enough red flags in the man, you figured, why not a few more? But this had alarm bells going off.

“A fancy one.”

“Uh huh. And are you finally going to tell me what kind of clients you work with?”

“Nope.” He said with a shrug. “Just gonna spoil you rotten ‘til you stop askin’.” He leaned down to press a kiss to your forehead. “Get packin’.” He added before giving a slap to your ass and walking off as the surprised squeak left your mouth.

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You should’ve known better. There was a catch. There was always a catch when it came to Toji. “How’s your night been?” His heavy arms wrapped around you from behind as you sat before the slot machine. A slight slur to his words told you he’d been drinking, odd, it wasn’t usually his thing.

“M’good. Won a few times.” You said, leaning back into his warmth. He was like a human wall, it felt nice against the freezing AC blown air of the casino. “What about you?”

“Tch. Ya even have to ask?”

“That bad?”

“Worse.” He was resting his chin on the top of your head, you closed your eyes for a moment, relaxing against him.

“You need more spending money, don’t you?”

“It’s not my fault. I was hittin’ it good at the black jack table….until I wasn’t.”

“Toji…we haven’t even been here 24 full hours yet.” He responded by kissing you on the neck, sucking a bruise into the soft skin. “St-stop! We’re in the middle of the casino!”

“Mm, so?” He gently brushed your hair out of the way so he could do it again, right above the second one. “No one’s lookin’ anyway.”

“Wait til we get back to the hotel room, at least.”

“Don’t wanna.” You squirmed on the little stool, making it creak. “‘Sides, not like I got anythin’ else to be doin’ right now.”

“It’s not my fault you blew all the money in only a few hours. I’m not giving you more until tomorrow.”

“Fine by me. Means I can just sit here and keep ya company all night.” You could feel that bastard’s smug smile, like a sixth sense.

His game was easy to see from a mile away, and you weren’t going to give in this time. “If you want to sit there and watch me win, be my guest.” You shot back, putting another coin in the machine before pulling the lever.

Cherry. Cherry. Seven.

“Damn.” It rattled out a sad noise at the loss before resetting for another round.

“What was that about winning?”

“Shut it, you’re just bad luck.”

He snorted in response. “Am I?” His hand came down, dipping under your top groping at your chest. You hissed in response, pulling the lever again.

Seven. Seven. Lemon.

He tweaked your nipple, making you gasp and jump in your seat. “You’re like a child, you know that?” He replied with a hum, moving the same hand down your stomach, stopping at the hem of your pants. “Don’t even think about it.”

“What? I’m not doin’ anythin’.” The feigned innocence in his voice made your eyes roll so hard you thought they might pop out of your skull. When his hand remained exactly where it was for a few moments, you finally decided to accept his response. Again, you slipped a coin into the machine.

Ten. Ten. Ten. Jackpot!

The machine lit up, lights dancing around as the winning noise blared. “Holy shit!” It wasn’t the big winner, but you’d at least made back what you put in. You didn’t hear what he mumbled against your cheek, but you felt his hand finally dip lower, pressing at your clit through your panties.

“Toji!” He clamped his hand over your mouth with his free hand, the other using two fingers to rub gently at that sensitive bundle of nerves.

“Shhhh. So loud, everyone might just hear ya over the slot machine.” Murmuring against his hand, you tried to wiggle out of his grasp, but there was no use. “Go on, play again.” He commanded, slowing his hand down enough to let you better focus. You couldn’t stop the groan that worked itself out of your throat, or the way your hips rolled slightly to get more pressure to alleviate the aching need you were beginning to feel. The asshole.

‘Ignore him. Ignore him. Ignore him.’ You told yourself. ‘He’s acting like a damn child. Don’t give in and he’ll get bored and leave.’ Despite that mantra, your arm shook a little making you miss the coin slot the first time, dropping it onto the ground.

“Clumsy.” He teased, adding firm pressure before circling your bud. He nipped at your ear before blowing on it. You held back the heady whine that wanted to escape.

Not acknowledging him, you pulled another coin from the cup, this time managing to get it into the coin slot.

“Come on…come on…”

Seven. Seven. Cherry!

“Too bad, sweetheart.”

“You’re distracting me!”

“Distractin’ ya’ from pullin’ the lever?” He chuckled, pulling his hand away for a moment. Much to your dismay, you realized it was only so he could work it down your panties this time, the direct heat from his fingers feeling like heaven.

“Sh-shut up!” He was getting to you, and that wasn’t good. A man coughing the row over made you stiffen, looking around to see if there were any other bystanders.

“Don’t worry ’bout it sweetheart. No one’s around. And even if they were, they wouldn’t see a thing…” He pinched your clit between both fingers before massaging it between them. The sensation had waves of tingling heat down your legs, and earned him a poorly muffled moan. “they would just hear it.”

“Toji…” You flopped your head back against him, reeling from the pleasure. The thought of someone seeing you was a little thrilling, you couldn’t lie. But you weren’t gone enough that you’d lost all of your self-preservation. ‘Don’t give in. Don’t give in.’ “I’m still not giving you any money tonight.”

“That’s ok. I’m havin’ fun.” He sped up the movements of his fingers, an erratic, quick pattern. It was intense, drawing pleasure from you while not letting you settle into it, really feel it. Despite that, you were so close now, white knuckling the slot machine to keep yourself grounded. Then, just like that, he stopped again. “Tell ya what. Hit another jackpot for me, and I’ll let you cum. Be an extra good girl for me, and I’ll even help ya stay quiet.”

You could feel his own arousal poking into you through his pants, hard against your back. “And, if I don’t play along at all?”

“Then I guess I’ll just bend you over the craps table, make ya scream my name so loud the rich assholes on the top floor could hear ya.”

“You wouldn’t!”

“Try me.”

He said the words so smoothly, confidently, you honestly couldn’t tell if he was being truthful or not. Something told you not to try and find out.

“Fine…”

“That’s my girl.” He pat your head with the hand that wasn’t still stuck in your panties.

He began slowly again, massaging you with his fingers. That scorching heat fanning over your entire lower half. You took a moment to breathe before focusing on the task at hand. Another coin. Another pull of the lever. He sped up the movements again, you rocked your hips to meet his, grateful his foot on the bar at the bottom kept the stool from moving with you.

“So close.” He commented, as the red lights indicated another loss, and the loss of his movement.

Frustration and pent-up need coiled within you. An irritated hiss, another coin. Another loss.

“Toji, please.” He’d cracked the shell of your willpower now. “Wanna cum.”

“Guess you better hit that jackpot then, huh?” He pressed a loving kiss to your cheek.

“Why are you being like this?”

“I’m not being like anythin’. Just spending time with my woman.”

“I’ll give you the money.”

A deep chuckle rumbled from his chest. “Too late for that. This is way more fun.”

“Toooojiii.”

He pinched at you a little too roughly this time, making you squeak. Your panties were soaked and uncomfortably sticky. The wood stool was beginning to make your ass sore from pressure, and all you wanted to do, was cum all over his fingers before riding him back to the hotel room.

“Come on baby, I know you can do it.” He cooed so sweetly, you thought you might melt.

Dollar sign.

“Oh fuck!” You were grinding against his hand again.

Dollar sign.

You mewled, but he muffled it, sliding two fingers into your mouth. Eagerly, you sucked on them to focus.

Dollar sign.

The excitement of the jackpot was overwhelmed by the feeling of your looming orgasm. White heat exploded from your core, legs shaking and kicking against the stool. He pressed the fingers in your mouth down against your tongue, forcing you into silence. His other hand slowed down, but didn’t stop, gently working you through the oncoming waves and aftershocks.

The quickness in which he pulled away from you nearly gave you whiplash, a small trail of saliva lingering on your face. Then you realized why.

An attendant had come by, all smiles on his face. “Congratulations, Miss.”

“Th-thank you!” You sputtered out, knowing you probably looked like a mess.

“I can take you to the front to cash you out, I just have to verify the winning ticket. Per company policy.”

“Right of course.”

As he bent down to yank the ticket from the machine, you quickly patted yourself down, let out a few breaths to try and make yourself look more put together. If not for Toji wrapping a supportive arm around you, you’d have dropped like a sack of potatoes onto the floor, legs too wobbly still.

“Follow the nice man, baby.” He said, all but dragging you along behind the attendant.

Cashing out was like a blur, your brain on autopilot. Your ID, some signatures. How much had you even won? Not a clue, but it was enough that Toji seemed more than pleased.

Despite your earlier release, it wasn’t enough, that asshole had you craving more, and it didn’t take long before you were jumping his bones. The high of winning, the high of release. It had your brain all out of wack. Lips attached to his, arms around his neck the moment the elevator door closed.

“Easy now, mamas.” He pet your hair gently, prying you away from him as more people filled into the tiny metal room. You didn’t want to wait, you’d have him in the elevator itself if you could. Before you could resume your attack on him, the little ding trilled inside the box as the doors open. Within a second, he hoisted you up and over his shoulder, carrying you with one arm like a child.

“Toji!” You kicked about lightly, embarrassed slightly by the witnesses who caught a glimpse of him toting you away as the doors slid closed behind you.

“What? You didn’t seem to mind people watching when you were ready to pounce in there.”

“Shut up.”

“You’re too cute, I should take you on vacation more often.”

“Toji, just fuck me already!” An elderly woman gasped at you, clinging to her husband’s arm as she yanked him down the hallway towards where the two of you came from. You hadn’t the care to be shameful.

“Alright, alright. I’m gettin’ to it.” He dug in his pocket for the key card.

He had you on the bed within moments, back to the sheets, clothes strewn about the room. You weren’t even sure if he’d closed the door. You didn’t care, pulling him down on top of you by the cottony fabric of his shirt. “Faster”

“Who the hell you think you’re bossin’ around?” He asked, pulling your legs up. He squeezed your thighs together, rutting his wet cock between them, the leaking tip bumping against your overly sensitive clit with each movement. “I brought ya here on vacation, make ya feel real nice on my fingers, even helped ya win the jackpot. And instead of a thank you, what do I get? Faster. Quicker. Hurry up. Tch. Brat.”

“’M sorry.” You whined, lifting your hips up to try and get more of him. “Just want you so bad.”

“I have half a mind to just fuck ya like this and cum all over those bratty lips, then take half of my earnings back down to the slots.”

“W-wait!” You reached up for him making grabby hands. “Don’t, I’m sorry. I’ll be good, just want you to fuck me. Please.”

“How bad you want it, doll?”

“I’ll give you more than half.”

“That right?”

“Y-yeah, swear it. Please.”

The answer seemed to please him as he sunk himself inside of you, burying his length so quickly the wind was knocked out of you. No matter how many times you took him, that familiar burn as he stretched you open never went away - he was just too big. You loved it though.

“You got a deal, baby.” He leaned forward, folding you in half as he went. Ankles over his shoulders, your knees almost to your face. You leaned up to press a peck to his lips, before he pulled out, slamming back in so hard you saw stars circling your head.

“F-fuck!” You whimpered, circling your arms around his neck. He didn’t slow down, rabbiting his hips into you as the bed rocked and slammed against the wall. Hopefully you didn’t have any neighbors, but if you did, that was a problem for the later version of yourself that could feel embarrassment again.

“Suckin’ me in, shit.” He groaned, not letting up. “Could fuck this tight little cunt the whole vacation.” Where you were caged between his thick arms, he leaned back, detangling your limbs from him.”Touch yourself for me. Wanna feel that pussy clench when I fill her up.”

You followed his command, snaking your hand between you where your bodies were connected together, desperately pawing at your clit. The mix of both your arousal making it easy to pleasure the slippery bud. Still sensitive from earlier and the added sensation of his cock hitting every angle inside of you just right, it didn’t take long until you were spilling over again.

“Shit!” His hips lost their rhythm, his breath was uneven. He groaned, squeezing his eyes shut as rope after rope of sticky cum coated your insides. He wrapped an arm around one of your legs, using it as leverage to gently keep thrusting as he worked himself down from his high, not quite ready to pull out yet. “Too fuckin’ good, baby.” He complimented, finally pulling his softening cock out, and dropping your legs to the bed.

“To-”

“You don’t have to say it.” He cut you off, laying down next to you. “You wanna cuddle, I know.” He pulled you close to him, letting you catch your breath.

You humphed in response. “Was gonna say, ‘I love you.’”

“Love you too.” He played with your hair as he looked down at you, taking in your features. You were always the cutest like this, disheveled, tired, clingy. He brushed some hair out of your face, kissing your forehead then your lips. “Y’know, this could be a good opportunity for us.”

“Huh?” You asked sleepily, more focused on his heartbeat than his words.

“The money. I’m not gonna blow it all this time, I swear. Gonna play some on that lucky machine, the rest? I’m gonna spoil you. Get ‘Gumi back. Make sure neither of you want for anythin’ ever again.”

“Really?” You asked, falling closer and closer to unconsciousness.

“Yeah, gonna marry ya too. ’S time for a new last name anyway. New beginnin’s and all that.”

“You’re silly Toji.”

“Bein’ serious, sweetheart.”

“Ok. I believe you.” You didn’t.

But it was nice to hear anyway. “Well we’re in Vegas……you know what that means.”

“Hmm? Nah, doll, no way. I ain’t dressin’ up like Elvis just to marry ya.”

“Aww, c’mon. You’d look handsome.”

“No. No way.”

“Finnneee….we could still do it you know. They have non Elvis weddings.”

“We’ll see.” He cooed, pulling the blank over you both. “Get some sleep.”

“M’kay.” He didn’t have to tell you twice.

[agelessphotography]

Luxor hotel and casino, Las Vegas, Martin Parr, 1994

[dragonageconfessions]

To SMC, I am the one who sent you a post about the Vegas trip I won. I just wanted to say thanks for the recommendations. We had an amazing time and everything in the Wynn was comped. We got VIP check in and they gave us this card to swipe whenever we went to to a restaurant. We even had free spa treatments. The buffets were incredible.

We rented a car for one day but the rest of the time we used Uber and we did go to Area 15 and the Omega Mart. We really had fun there. The Sphere was fantastic and we did talk to Aura and the first thing that came to my mind was Avina! We did the Neon Museum night tour. Everyone should do that tour once! So much history! We went to the mob museum. And we did go that ice bar. We went to Fremont street. We were to scared to do the zipline but it was was fun to explore and we went in one of the older casinos. My sister won 400 dollars on a slot. We went to the Mirage and got pics and souvenirs.

Oh and you were right about Circus Circus. Its really rundown and sort of smells.

Oh and for the giggles we went to the Cosmopolitan and ate at Eggslut and took pics by it.

It was a great trip and both of us want to go again in the future but we know we will never have the same experience like we had at the Wynn

Sounds like you had a fantastic time. And thankfully you beat the heatwave! Vegas broke several heat records a few weeks ago as it hit 120 there for a couple of days.

I had completely forgotten about Eggslut!!

The Mirage is officially closed. Its a shame because it was still a really nice resort. I don't think Vegas needs a Guitar shaped hotel but...its what it is.

We enjoyed the Sphere too. Talking to Aura was just so surreal and the lobby looked very futuristic.

My brother say Circus Circus smells like bad BO, stale beer, and despair. This was the place our parents took us when we were kids. We went one time to see how much of it has changed and we were just grossed out to see that it hasn't changed. And honestly I would never let kids run off on their own there nowadays. Circus Circus needs to be demolished. Its just gross. Families are better off at the Excalibur.

Whenever I go to the minus 5 icebar I always get a cold but everyone needs to go there at least once for the experience.

I love the spas in Vegas. I've never been to the one in the Wynn. I've been to the Awana at Resorts World and Canyon Ranch at the Venetian.

Staying at the Wynn is definitely an experience but there are some moderately priced resorts out there where the rooms are clean and they do have their attractions and such. I will always avoid Circus Circus and the Luxor though.

I never did the zipline at Fremont but my brother and my guy did while my brother in law and I just watched. I'm not that brave and it has had break downs before with people being trapped up there.

Glad you had a great time. :)

For anyone curious, this is Eggslut. The egg salad sandwich I had there was like 10 bucks.

[kingtutsawesomeaskblog]

I know ya don't like the pass bro shop pyramid. what about the Luxor Hotel & Casino in Vegas?

they got a mini sphinx and a weird little pillar. that's gotta count for some brownie points! and it shoots a fuckin laser into the sky

I despise the repurposing of a tomb into a way to make profit. It looks nice from afar, sure but will it last as long as the real pyramids ?

That huge beacon however... Maybe I should take a small trip to Vegas so Gotham's polluted sky can get a new light show...

[chaddavisphotography]

Flight bar inside the Luxor Hotel in Las Vegas, Nevada.

[only-fragments]

Finally got a chance to visit the permanent Titanic exhibit inside the Luxor Hotel and Casino in Las Vegas. Last time I had the honor of seeing the big piece of the hull was back in 2001 before it became part of this exhibit.

[pixelpapi]

luxor hotel and casino - las vegas (1993)

[beardedmrbean]

LAS VEGAS (KLAS) — A 19-year-old who killed a man inside a Las Vegas Strip hotel room will serve at least a decade in prison after pleading guilty, documents said.

In July, Emma Kusak pleaded guilty to second-degree murder with the use of a deadly weapon in the death of Charlie Satrustegui. Las Vegas Metro police found Satrustegui deceased inside a room at the Luxor Hotel & Casino in June 2023.

Kusak was 17 at the time of her arrest. Police said she shot Satrustegui in the head and then stole his keys, wallet and phones.

As part of a plea agreement, Judge Jacqueline Bluth sentenced Kusak to 11 to 27-and-a-half years in prison, records said. Kusak will be eligible for parole in 2033 with credit for time served.

Kusak must also pay more than $15,000 in restitution to the victim’s family.