The Ritz Blitz

by Anonymous

Fresh in the midst of the holiday cheer, the day after Christmas I embarked on a trip to Montreal with my sister to just get free from the doldrums of our daily lives. This trip was amazing because it was a week prior to my 21st birthday, which meant that I was legal in Canada and would be legal in the U.S. once I arrived home. My sister is about 7 years older than me so our interests can often conflict and we spent a lot of time wandering the city on our own merit. Me being right in the middle of the college experience, headed straight to the bars and casino to spend some hard earned money from my most recent internship. It was on the 5th day of my journey in the frigid -33 degree weather, I decided to trek out and stop by a bar I was eyeing for a few days. There was nothing particularly special about it, but it looked like a laid back English-esque pub. It was late in the football season and there was a guy making bets on a few games, I struck up conversation with him for a bit and gave him my analysis on a few players and teams. In return the guy bought me a couple coke and rums, which was unnecessary but greatly appreciated.

I was chatting with the locals of Montreal for a couple hours just enjoying the random company and listening to some good stories, when little did I know that a great story of my own would soon be written. Seven drinks deep, I began to be a little bit more relaxed in the foreign setting, and I started talking to the bartender hoping to maybe befriend him for a free drink. Turns out the guy had a couple family members that were from Jersey, and we bonded over taylor ham and bagels. I probably got more excited than I should have, but my attention was quickly redirected as a beautiful brunette walked by had caught my eye. Approximately 5’ 6”, long dark brown hair that had the perfect sheen, a slender taught core, a robust perky chest, and quite possibly the most perfectly shaped ass one could conceive. The funny part is, I’m not a terribly judgmental person but when a perfect 10 walks your way you take notice. I’m not that super confident cocky guy you see at the bar, but instead I’m the guy who wishes that I could be that way. To this day, I have no idea why she walked up to me and introduced herself to me, but I guarantee you I was not fighting it. She looked me in the eyes with the cutest smile, and said “Hey, you look like you’re having a good time. I’m Layla, and this is my friend Christina.” I must have looked dumbfounded, as I offered them a seat next to me they sat on either side of me. At this point I was a bit confused, a bit drunk, and VERY interested as to how this would play out.

The next part of this story, is basically why most of my friends don’t know this event ever occurred. They both swiveled their chairs towards me, and Layla without skipping a beat said “So, we think you’re kind of cute. We want to make a bet with you, if you can make us both cum I’ll take care of your tab.” Words cannot describe what was going on in my head, my jaw must’ve dropped, and as if it were actually an instinctual response I said, “I don’t lose bets.” I reflect upon that moment as my most alpha point in my life. Layla took my hand dropped $100 on the bar for a $40 tab, and I began to wonder what is going on. In my head I begin thinking, “Well a prostitute wouldn’t pay for my drinks, maybe I’m just very lucky today?” I decided to roll with it for better or for worse. She takes me to a Ritz-Carlton, as we enter a King’s Suite, this place is beautiful and huge littered with champagne and remnants of some cocaine. “These girls know how to party”, was my first thought but was this actually happening? To put it simply, yes. Yes, I had a threesome with an incredibly beautiful brunette and her blonde friend who was pretty, but honestly? Didn’t come close to what this girl Layla had to offer. As I won the bet, and it was rounding close to 6am I realized I had to leave somehow and get back before my sister started wondering what in god’s name I was doing all night. Christina was on her cellphone texting, Layla was in the shower, and I grabbed the last sip of champagne and walked out drunk. Wandered back to my hotel, to find my sister was still asleep, and passed out. I woke up the next day to realize that the night before actually happened, I had sex with two beautiful and wealthy girls that just wanted to get it. It is still a story that I find to be an anomaly. Forever the Ritz-Blitz will live in my memory.

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