Molestation at 13

Whenever I was 13, my brothers and I went to visit my mom for the summer. Her and my step dad had just gotten married and was still in the “honey moon phase” and decided to take a family trip to Las Vegas as it was only 4 hours away. The second night we were there we found out my step dads best friend ,whom we’ve met on several occasions, was staying in Vegas too.(let’s call him bob). We all met up and he tried to get my mom to allow my step dad to go hang out. My mom refused because she wanted to spend time with him. So Bob then says “well if I can’t take out your husband let me take your daughter , we’ll go have some fun and I’ll bring her back to your hotel in a couple hours .” I liked bob and agreed , and my mom hesitant , but eventually agreed. At this point Bob tells me I must take off my tutu. I was wearing a black and pink crop top, my black gymnast shorts, a really fluffy pink tutu , and converse to my knees with 3 different color shoe strings. I took off my tutu and gave it to my older brother to take back . We left and he said he had to stop by his hotel first. I said okay and when we got there he told me to follow him in , as Vegas was not a safe place to be alone. I followed him into his hotel and we sat down and talked for a while, he gave me a Mikes hard lemonade in the can and told me to drink it , I really liked it and finished a whole can, I have never drank before. Afterwords he says to me “let’s see how far we can get away with you!” I thought it sounded like fun and agreed. We left his hotel and went to the Hard Rock Cafe. When we walked in he said “let’s sit at the main bar if they’re going to kick us out then let them” so we did. At this point Bob asked me what I wanted to drink , I replied “nothing” and just sat down. The main bar had a circle booth all the way around the actual sitting bar and that’s where I was. Bob walked to the counter was there for a few minutes and then came back with a beer in one hand and a screwdriver in the other. He said “they’re having a two for one special and the bartender asked me about my lady friend so I didn’t want to look suspicious, well both be in trouble because you’ve already been drinking” then he hands me the screwdriver and I sip on it. I go to set it on the side table and bob says “no don’t put your drink down you have to look like you’ve been to a bar before , we don’t put down drinks.” I just kinda looked at him and agreed. He then kissed me very forcibly and I asked him why he did that he said “they’re watching , put your leg on my lAp and kiss me if they’ll notice you don’t belong.” I said okay but I wasn’t even experienced in kissing so after a minute he says it wasn’t working and we needed to leave . I had my drink in one hand and phone in the other. We walked to the bathroom and I stood and looked in the mirror for a moment and then walked out. When we went to leave the Hard Rock Cafe, we were stopped by security . The officer says “ma’am , I’m sorry to bother you but the people upstairs seem to think you maybe underage. I’m going to need to see your ID” At this point I’m terrified he said I’d be in trouble so I lied. I said “oh no! I forgot it in his truck !” The officer says “well how old are you?”

“21.”

“When is your birthdate?”

“March 28 1991”

“Alright ma’am, well If you could please go get your ID from the truck and your can come back in and stay as long as your please”

“Yes sir , we will be right back “

We walked out, still had a half of a screwdriver in one hand, and phone in the othwe. We get to his truck and I went to get in, bob says “leave the drink Incase we get pulled over” I put it on the garage wall and got in. After that we went back to his hotel room. He gave me another Mikes and poured himself some rum. He told me to try it and I took a sip and gaged so hard I almost puked. I was pretty tipsy by this point as again I had never drank before.

He had a terrace and below that was a balcony for walking dogs and smoking and such. The wall over the edge was really big however and I was able to lay back with my legs hanging off and look up at the sky. At this point he licks up my inner thigh almost to my shorts and I sat up really quick and said I wanted to go home, Bob then replies “I can’t take you back you’re too drunk for your mom right now”

“ no no I’m fine”

“No you’re not , your mom will kill me”

“No really I’m good, look, I can walk a straight line” and then I demonstrate .

We go back and forth a few times and then he agrees. He takes me back . When we get back to my moms hotel he tells her “she’s drunk, I’m sorry “ and my mom says it’s okay and takes me in.

It has now been almost 6 years and I just told my mom what happened, she wants me to press charges but I’m not sure I want to though, I posted this for either support todo so or opinions on the matter. Statute of limitation has no expired.

He now has 2 daughters and is a manger for the people who set up conventions like comicon and such.