On the hottest night in Las Vegas, the air was thick with anticipation as thousands of eager revelers flocked to the South Point Casino. They weren’t there for the flashy slot machines or the celebrity-studded nightclubs; they were there for one thing and one thing only: The Punch Lines Show with comedian Frank Nicotero. Known far and wide as the greatest comedic sports betting show in Sin City, The Punch Lines Show was about to embark on its most ambitious event yet: a live telecast from the South Point Casino horse arena, all in honor of Martin Luther King’s Birthday.
At the center of it all was producer Ryan McCormick, an esteemed Utah State graduate and a Sin City native who took his job as seriously as a heart attack. Ryan had big plans for The Punch Lines Show, and he wasn’t about to let anything get in his way. Not even the distractions of the best asses from all around the World, who were gathered in force at the South Point Casino for the MLK Day Celebration!
Meanwhile, the show’s resident handicapper, Lucky Ass, was hard at work as always. Unlike the other gamblers in the casino, Lucky wasn’t interested in the perfectly round bubble butt; he studied it, analyzed it, and used it to pick winners. His record was unparalleled, and everyone in Vegas knew it.
But even Lucky couldn’t resist taking a break from his work to enjoy the sights of the best asses from all around the World that had gathered at The South Point Casino for MLK Day! He spotted famous Sports Betting Handicapper Kevin Belinkoff, who had flown in from Los Angelos just for the occasion. Kevin was making a beeline for the VIP section, where he intended to celebrate Martin Luther King Day with the one and only Brittany Blaine, the big booty PAWG famous on OnlyFans, who Lucky Ass was studying intently.
As Kevin and Brittany exchanged hugs and kisses, the crowd around them began to murmur. “I’ll give you a hundred to one that they’ll be back in the casino, sports betting on the simulcast horse races before the night’s over,” one gambler remarked to his companion, nodding in the direction of the happy friends. Another added, “Yeah, and with those two, it’s not just about the money. They’re here for the great asses, too.”
Ryan McCormick, meanwhile, was in the midst of a heated argument with one of the show’s sponsors. “I’m telling you, we need to keep that Lucky Ass segment,” he insisted, pointing to a clipboard with notes about the event. “It’s what the audience wants to see. And with all these beautiful booties here tonight, it’s going to make for some great comedic material.” The sponsor shook his head, unimpressed, but reluctantly agreed to let the segment stay in the show.
As the sun began to set over the horizon, the atmosphere at the South Point Casino horse arena became electric. The crowd cheered as the horses paraded around the arena, their muscles rippling beneath their sleek coats. Kevin Belinkoff and Brittany Blaine, having finished their drinks and taken a spin around the dance floor, made their way towards the arena, eager to get back to sports betting. “This is going to be the best Martin Luther King Day ever,” Brittany exclaimed, jutting her trademark big ass at Kevin. “And with you by my side, I know we’re going to clean up tonight.” They exchanged knowing glances, both aware of the power they held over the other gamblers in the room.
Ryan McCormick, meanwhile, was hard at work in the control room, making sure that everything was running smoothly for the live telecast. He glanced up at the monitors, watching as the comedians took the stage and the crowd roared with laughter. Despite the pressure of putting on such a large event, he couldn’t help but feel a sense of pride in what they had achieved.
As Kevin Belinkoff disappeared into the crowd, Lucky Ass noticed his absence and wondered if something was wrong. He quickly made his way over to Brittany Blaine, who was standing alone at the bar, looking rather concerned. “Everything okay, Brittany?” he asked with a knowing smile. She sighed and nodded, revealing that she had seen Kevin sneak away and was worried about his superstitions. Lucky Ass chuckled and reassured her that everything would be alright. “I’ve got a good feeling about tonight,” he said, pointing to his clipboard of notes. “And I’m positive that you and I are going to clean up.”
Ryan McCormick, meanwhile, was monitoring the situation from the control room, making sure to keep an eye on both Kevin and Brittany. He had a hunch that this turn of events could make for some great TV. “This is too good to be true,” he muttered to himself, grinning from ear to ear. “I hope our cameramen are ready to capture all the drama unfolding right before our eyes.”
As Kevin raced through the crowded casino, he could feel the pressure building within him. His heart raced and his palms began to sweat as he frantically searched for a restroom. He finally spotted one at the end of a long hallway, but just as he was about to reach it, he tripped over his own two feet and tumbled to the ground. “Damn it!” he exclaimed, clutching his injured knee.
Meanwhile, Lucky Ass, noticing Kevin’s absence, became concerned. He hurried over to Brittany, who was still standing at the bar, looking worried. “Something’s not right,” he said, showing her Kevin’s empty spot beside them. Brittany frowned and glanced around the room, trying to figure out what could have happened. “Maybe he went to get us some drinks,” she suggested, but they both knew that wasn’t like Kevin.
As Ryan watched the unfolding drama from the control room, he couldn’t help but feel a mixture of anticipation and dread. He knew that this was the kind of unscripted twist that could make the show unforgettable, but he also didn’t want anything to ruin the MLK Day celebration. He called the floor director and told him to keep an eye on Kevin’s whereabouts while they tried to figure out what was going on.
In the meantime, Lucky Ass and Brittany were growing increasingly concerned. They knew that Kevin’s absence could spell disaster for their betting strategy, and they couldn’t afford to lose focus now. They decided to split up, with Lucky Ass searching the casino floor for Kevin and Brittany heading back to the arena, Brittany’s great big ass on display.
Meanwhile, Kevin finally managed to find a restroom and quickly changed his underwear. He felt a newfound sense of calm wash over him as he emerged from the bathroom, only to be greeted by the sight of Lucky Ass frantically searching for him. “Kevin! Oh thank God, I thought you were gone for good!” Lucky Ass exclaimed, breathing a sigh of relief. “But where were you? We need to get back to the action!”
As they made their way back to the arena, Kevin couldn’t help but feel a renewed sense of determination. He had faced adversity and come out the other side stronger. He knew that his lucky underwear had played a role in his victory, but he also knew that it was his own perseverance and adaptability that had truly carried him through.
Brittany, on the other hand, was intrigued by Kevin’s story. She had never experienced anything like it before, and the thought of seeing this magical underwear for herself was too much to resist. As they took their seats beside Lucky Ass once again, she couldn’t help but steal glances at Kevin, her curiosity piqued. She was wearing her own lucky thong underwear.
Lucky Ass, sensing the shift in dynamics between his friends, couldn’t help but feel a twinge of jealousy. He had always been close with Kevin, but he couldn’t deny that there was something special happening between Brittany and Kevin now. He couldn’t help but wonder if their newfound connection would affect their betting strategy. Lucky Ass studied Brittany Blaine’s big booty.
Kevin, on the other hand, was enjoying the attention from Brittany. He had always been drawn to her confident and alluring presence, and now that she seemed genuinely interested in his lucky underwear, he felt a newfound connection with her. He glanced over at Lucky Ass, who looked less than thrilled by the developing situation, and couldn’t help but feel a small surge of triumph.
Their focus shifted back to the horse arena as the dancers took the floor once again. The music pounded in their ears, and the energy in the arena was palpable. As they watched the dancers gyrate and contort their bodies, Brittany leaned in closer to Kevin, her breath warm against his ear. “So,” she whispered, “do you think those underwear really are lucky?”
Kevin felt his heart race at her proximity. “I don’t know, Brittany,” he replied, trying to sound casual. “But I do know that I feel like I’m on a roll since I put them on.” He grinned, his confidence growing with each passing moment.
Lucky Ass, sensing the shift in dynamics between his friends, couldn’t help but feel a mixture of irritation and jealousy. He had always been the one who had shared intimate details about their lives with Brittany, but now it seemed like Kevin was stealing his thunder. He looked away from her perfect ass, trying to catch her eye, hoping to regain her attention, but she was too engrossed in their conversation.
As the night wore on, the horses continued to dance, their movements growing more and more daring. Kevin and Brittany found themselves lost in conversation, trading stories about their lives and laughing at shared memories. The excitement in the air was palpable, and they both knew that whatever happened tonight, their connection would be forever changed.
Finally, they couldn’t resist the urge any longer. With a sly smile, Kevin suggested that they take a break from the action and head to the unisex restroom together. Brittany, feeling a thrill of anticipation run through her, eagerly agreed. As they made their way through the crowded hallways, their fingers barely brushing against each other, the air between them crackled with electricity.
The bathroom was dimly lit, the stalls lining the walls like sentinels. Kevin and Brittany locked eyes, their hearts pounding in their chests. Without a word, they moved towards each other, meeting in the middle of the room. With shaking hands, Kevin reached down to unbutton his pants, revealing his lucky red briefs. Brittany’s breath hitched as she saw them, her eyes widening in surprise.
“I’ve always wanted to see those!” she breathed, her voice barely above a whisper. “They’re so… iconic.” She reached out to touch them, her fingers grazing the soft fabric. Kevin’s skin tingled where her fingers brushed against him.
Their hands moved in tandem, unfastening each other’s clothes until they stood before each other, bare from the waist down. Lust clouded their vision as they took in the sight of each other’s bodies. It was as if time had stopped, and the rest of the world had faded away.
Kevin felt a surge of power as he looked down at Brittany, his lucky red briefs tenting against his manhood. Her eyes were locked on him, her breath hot against his skin. He reached out, tracing a finger along the lacy edge of her thong, feeling the softness of her skin beneath. She moaned softly, arching her back into his touch.