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#260 - lust in las vegas (aka: Tawny)
03/06/02 @ 8:59 pm

Las Vegas! Where to begin? The flights out were so much better than the trip to Chicago! We actually had room to stretch our legs, and an empty seat between us on one flight. Hallelujah!!!

Listened to the soundtracks for Queer As Folk, British & American, on the flight over. And read about sex in some magazine. Sex was the theme for that first day. Upon much research, I decided against checking out a skin show, and decided on a strip club. Read the most fascinating chapter in "The Unofficial Guide to Las Vegas" about sex in the city. Prostitution advertisers are funny.

Got to Vegas, and we chilled in the room for a bit, then I took my time getting ready. I wanted to promote the right attitude for that night. Fishnets & black boots started the look. The boots should have been knee highs, but instead they're this annoying mid-calf length. Oh well. I wore a black lace thong. My black mini-skirt with red pirate skulls from Hot Topic. The 2nd shortest skirt I've ever worn. I wanted to wear my red "Make me Purr" shirt, but instead wore the black one with the Hello Kitty face in pinkish-red glitter. It matched better.

I blowed out my hair for the first time in months. It's finally chin length. It was the sleekest I've ever gotten it. I was proud. Dark eye makeup, red lips, pale makeup. I was set.

Unfortunately, to carry off this look, I can't make eye contact with anyone. For fear I will giggle like a school girl or duck my head and blush. So I put on my Sydney Bristow face, and picked a point just above everyone's heads to stare at.

So off we went to the Freemont Street Experience. The light show was pretty boring, especially since each hour was themed, and we were (un)lucky enough to experience the "Country Music" theme. Bah. The place itself was amazing. People milling everywhere, you're free to hop from casino to casino at will. It's what the strip should be, except those casino's seem miles apart when you try to walk between them!!! We collected Mardis Gras beads, and spent some time in some stupid slot club trying to wait for the raffle to see if we'd won. Yah, right. The plan was to go to the casino that Sweetie's sister had recommended had excellent-paying $1 slots, but by the time we got there, we'd forgotten, and every casino name sounded familiar. Bah!! Of course, I wanted to buy all sorts of trinkets like the proper tourist I am, but I didn't. I wanted nothing to ruin the effect of walking into that club looking like a slut.

The place is called "Girls of Glitter Gulch". Personally, I never planned on going anywhere called a "Gulch", let alone to wet my sexual appetite. So, if the place looked skanky, there were back-up plans. However, out front trying to lure the tourists were two hot women decked in white leather minis, white-leather thigh-high boots, & white-bobbed wigs. They were yummie. We went in.

No cover, but there was a 2 drink minimum. Each drink cost $14.95. YIKES!!!!! No wonder they said a night to a strip club costs the same as taking in a Vegas show!!! The waitresses are quite business-like, and not dressed too skimpily. So they look like casino girls and you forget why you're there as you take care of ordering your drinks. And then they leave you alone at your tiny circular booth, and there are two women pole dancing about 15 feet away. Tempting to go up and sit on the barstools to get a closer look, slip some bucks in their thongs.

It was a real learning experience. Every guy at the stage got their own personal time with each dancer. Which entailed her putting his face between her breasts and giving a little shimmy, then asking for a buck. The rest of the time, most of the dancers looked quite bored. Except for a few. The girls ranged from healthy to athletic to anorexic. A nice range. Except for the one girl who kept walking by us looking for a man to buy her drinks. She looked 14. I thought I would be sick every time I saw her go by. She was in cheetah thong and bare-all-bra. With a tiny matching purse. And she looked like somebody's little sister. Ewwwwwwwww!!!

And then it happened. While I was have an internal debate as to whether to get up and attend to the dancing ladies. She sauntered up beside me, and asked if I'd like a more personal performance. I smiled and asked what that entailed. She squeezed into the booth beside me with the most seductive grin that's ever been aimed at me. She told me a private table dance was $20. A lap dance was only $30. Was I interested?

Hell yes. I forgot to be shy. To be coy. If I was a man, the moment our eyes met I would have had a hard on. I agreed, and my husband and I followed her to the other side of the room. As we walked, she told me that if I was interested, later she could show us to a private room where she was allowed to get even more personal. Before I could fully contemplate what this meant, we arrived at the back of the room, where there were more little couches & some leather chairs. No table. Her smile was so tantalizing, as she asked if this was for me, for him, or for us both. If I stammered, it was from my mouth going dry. I said it was for me. Unbelievable, but her smile widened, she told me to "spread 'em".

Oh. God. Moment of complete panic at thinking that I am about to flash the room in my skirt. 2nd moment: who the fuck cares? I think she drew up a leather chair in front of where I was sitting on the little couch, but I don't recall her sitting much. My husband was next to me, mere inches between us, but I had eyes only for her during this performance.

I think her hands may have moved along my body, but I was distracted by her smile, her hair, her breasts as she freed them from the tiny teddy that had been draped over her shoulders. She had long, long brown hair and matching brown eyes. Her skin was a lovely shade of caramel. The first time she swung her hair at me, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. She smelled divine. My mouth watered from this scent of sugar, honey, caramel, vanilla. I've never smelled anything exactly like it, more caramel than Shalimar, which I love.

At one point, she did use that chair. To turn around and lean her arms against it. As she swung her large, luscious, heart-shaped butt cheeks at my face. She should tattoo some kind of surgeon-general's warning on those things, "will enduce heart-attack in the weak hearted..."

But the focus, of course, was not her ass, or her smile, or her eyes, or even that heavenly-scented hair. It was her breasts. Her money-makers. They were gigantic. To be in my face anyway. She grabbed them most of the time, making them sway from side to side, bringing them near, then moving them away. But she was not about teasing. She spent a great deal of time sitting in my lap, pressing her breasts against me. The first time I felt them, she stood over me, leaned down to press her length against me, and slid down.

Her hair in my face with that scent, her face and breath so close to my tempted lips, her breasts sliding deliciously down my chest. For the first time, I knew what perfection could be as breasts pushed against breasts. I would have been the happiest woman alive if she would have taken off my shirt and we could have cuddled just like that, breasts to breasts.

But it was not to be. Instead, she teased me. I guess there was alot of teasing involved. I had always imagined these encounters as being difficult to keep from touching. Little did I know that I would be struck immobile just from the sight of her. Except for my mouth. My mouth wanted me to get into sooo much trouble. And it seemed, from her repeat performances, that she wanted my mouth to get me in trouble. As if she was trying to find out how much I could stand.

Because the first time she brought her breasts to my face, she cradled them in her hands, and brought one nipple ever closer, until finally she swirled it around my nose. Then she beeped me on the nose, making me giggle. She giggled back, and she hugged my face betwen her breasts, so all I could do was thinking about keeping my mouth from kissing, lapping, nibbling, suckling.

And in the finale, after all of the rubbing and lap straddling and honey smells, she sat in my lap one more time, bringing her breasts ever closer to my face. I wanted to whimper as they loomed, millimeters from my lips. Was I supposed to kiss them? Was that what was happening? This time her nipple circled my chin, over and over, until finally she pressed the flesh of her breasts against my lips. My mouth was open, I was breathing raggedly. I wanted to desperately lick my lips, inadvertantly touch her with my tongue. Please, please, please? Before I could decide, she was gone. Sitting at my feet. Asking if I'd like another dance, or maybe take a trip to the back room?

Not even a moment to breathe, let alone pull my skirt down. I was just suddenly brought back into the real world to take in the rest of the room that had disappeared, including my husband sitting beside me. I shakily declined. She still had a grin for me. "Not drunk enough for that, huh?" she teased. I gave her $40. She told me I had guts. She said she liked that, as she squeezed my knee and stood up. I told her she was beautiful. I felt incompetent as I tried to somehow draw out this moment and stay within the glow of that grin. I asked her for her name as I stood up to follow her lead back to our table. She told me it was Tawny. Distantly, images of Tawny Kitane (?sp) rolling around half naked on the hood of a car popped into my head. Definitely not her real name.

After we were reseated at our table, I wolfed down my mai-tai. I was going to get drunk and convince my husband to go into that backroom with Tawny. Second mai-tai arrived, and I wolfed that down too. I started repeating her name over and over. Tawny. I want Tawny. Tawny. Please?

I was drunk. On two drunks. In fact, I quickly became the most drunk I have ever been in my entire life. I was talking a little too loud, and had no control on stopping my arms or my head as they moved, so my head always ended up banging my shoulder, my arms making broad movements before colliding into my husband or the table. Bizarre, to be aware of it and have no control over it.

I told him about the backroom. Tawny had mentioned it to me out of his earshot. It was $100 for 3 "personal" dances. He gave me a funny look. I was drunk by this time. He found that very amusing. He wanted to know why I wanted to go in the back room so badly. So I told him. I want to kiss a woman. Somehow, touching a woman came first, when what I really want is to know what it's like to kiss a woman. He said that was quite an expensive kiss. I said yah. We both agreed that I would probably get us kicked out. Bah.

Yah, so I was drunk. And pining over my beloved Tawny. We checked out the dancers after that, commenting on each one. Sweetie thinks he knows my "type". For the most part he's accurate, but not quite. Mostly, he likes breasts and I like butts. But I like my women to have tits, dammit, not be flat chested. And the lovely woman in the belly-dancing inspired outfit whose tummy was a little too jiggly? She was the 2nd most beautiful woman there, so healthy looking. Sweetie agreed with me. I wanted her to take off that little scrap of cloth so badly. She did not. Bah.

Well, there I was, turned on beyond belief, quite happy and warm. And tired and sleepy and DRUNK. I was not sure I could walk out of that place. But I was afraid I would fall asleep if I stayed. So finally we tried.

I could walk. Not too easily at first. But I made it out the door with only a little support from Sweetie. Outside, adjusting to the lights, I stumbled some more, and then I was ok. But still drunker than I liked. And I insisted on shopping for trinkets before we left. Sweetie was so amazingly sweet (hence, his title). He just smiled in amusement and followed (or lead) me from shop to shop. We purchased porn magazines and Hawaiian Taro chips at the ABC Hawaii shop. I got some naughty playing cards. Some not-naughty playing cards. Some magnets and keychains. I just can't resist that touristy crap. I talked a little too loudly, stumbled more often than I was comfortable with, but always immediately steadied myself without taking out the merchandise, thank god.

After awhile, I asked Sweetie why he was being so sweet, just following me around. He must be tired. We should go back to the hotel & sleep. he couldn't possibly be enjoying himself, right? We'd been out of the strip club for half an hour. He put my hand on his crotch. He still had a hard on, and he was quite awake, giving me a devlish smile. He was quite content to follow me around until we got back to the room and he could fuck me. I like it when he says he wants to fuck me. Especially when we're in public. Granted, we were in the back of the shop out of sight & earshot, but still.

We got a cab. In the cab, he tried to feel up my clit. He didn't do such a good job of finding it through all the layers of clothing, but he got a zillion points for trying it in the back of a cab. We got back to the room and someone had the idea to take pictures of me. Many pictures were taken. In various poses. In various states of (un)dress. Finally, he put down the camera, and told me to get undressed completely as he went to pee.

I got undressed and started reading my porn. I adore the Penthouse Forum. And you know what this man did? He came back into the room, climbed on top of me, and licked my ass as his fingers played with my clit. I could have came just like that if I'd had more concentration. Or air. Or something. Back at the store, I think I had mentioned I was tired, and he said something like, "You won't think so when we get back to the room and I have my tongue up your ass." God, goosebumps. I told him I loved it when he did that. The actual tonguing. But the words were pretty fucking hot too.

And then there was fucking. If I remember right, and I admit it gets a little gray here, the fucking did not last as long as we've been going usually. I believe there was just that one position, on our knees on the bed. But I had an orgasm, and so did he, and everything was right with the world. Yep. Life is good.

And now that this has taken me over an hour to write, I think I'm going to have to end this here and give you the rest later. Tomorrow? There's no more sex, so you don't need to hold your breath. But damn I *wish* there was more sex. With Tawny. Tawny... mmmmm.....

And then there were still 2 days left to this lovely trip! Hurray!!! Nothing much compared to the lovely Tawny though. Hmph.

On Wednesday morning I woke up at 8:30am. We'd gone to bed at close to 3am. I could not fall back asleep. I decided to let Sweetie sleep and go shopping for a bra. I couldn't find any good ones when I was packing, and in the unexpected heat of LV, I was desperate for something comfy to wear that day. I got quite familiar with the Forum Shops at Caesar's Palace. Why? Because I arrived there at 10:15 and they did not open until 11am. Ho hum. I saw fishies. I saw statues that moved. I saw a store that had lots of art inspired by Dr. Seuss. Finally, I got a cool bra at VS, and met Sweetie for the Caesar's breakfast buffet. Yummie, but not inspirational.

We went back to the hotel and changed, then went out to tour the hotels we didn't hit last time we were in Vegas. Each had it's fine points. The Venetian has that whole canal ride through the Canal Shops. And a giant mural on the ceiling near the entrance. The Paris had the most beautiful women's restroom I've ever seen. Molded walls painted in flowers, the sinks were individual standing basins painted in vines of flowers. I took a damn picture I was so impressed. We went over to the Mirage to visit the dolphins, which we had missed last time. Dolphins are so cool! The Mirage's entrance is great, because of the whole jungle/tropical thing as you enter through bamboo & flowers. Except for some reason it was the smokiest hotel we've ever been in.

Of course, we toured the Bellagio again. I am in love with the Bellagio, the most beautiful hotel in all the world (according to me, but it is on some top 10 lists...). I am desperate about staying there next time. I'm in love with the pools, and the way it looks just like the gardens surrounding an Italian villa. And the bar staff are always friendly. The casino is quite wide open. They have an indoor garden. An immense marble check-in area. With Chihully overhead. Basically, it's heaven on earth.

But my new 2nd-favorite hotel is the Aladdin. It's quite immense!!! The shops are really neat, since there's a fully mall in there, but there's this whole Arabian motiff going on, including cart vendors. Very cool. I made a Build-A-Bear!!! Thanks be to Gwen for telling me about that place!!! I made a nubby bunny that I named Monroe. He seemed like quite the elder Englishman bunny, especially when I put him in glasses, so we bought him the closest thing to a suit I could find: an Equestrian outfit. Hehe.

But everyone, stop what you're doing. If ever you're in Vegas, you MUST go to the Aladdin buffet!!! We went to the dinner, and the place has SO MUCH FOOD! There are at least 7 stations of food, ranging from Chinese to Indian to the dessert bar. God, if only I could have eaten everything I wanted to! But my stomach said no, which is probably what I should really be thanking god for! Best of all? The food was fucking good. Who knew?

Hmm... what else? That night, we finally hit the blackjack tables. We were staying at the Monte Carlo, not-too-shabby of a place, kind of like an everyman's Bellagio. That's where we played cards & most of our slots. Anyway, we had spent the last month or so memorizing blackjack rules, and were all set to win money. Sweetie had won $150 earlier that day while I napped, so I was pumped. And I proceeded to get fucked by the cards.

We tried 2 different tables, got fucked at one, and moved to the 2nd. The first guy at that table, Patrick, was really friendly, and the cards were moving well, but I'd already lost most of my money by that point. Then Romeo came in to take his place. He liked to do fancy tricks with the cards. Whatever. I lost most of the rest with him. I had $30 left when I quit. Because at that point Sweetie was playing my hands, since I was too tired to count or think or anything anymore. I let Sweetie finish his streak, and we packed it in. I had plunked down $160 and got up with $30. He put down $125 and walked away with $350, not counting tips to dealers. Amazing. We're sitting there following the same rules, and I get screwed while he doubles his money!!! It was fun though, coz I went in accepting the idea of losing that money.

On our 3rd day, we didn't do much. We booked it over to the Excalibur to get a t-shirt for my sister. I was starting to crash after 2 days of staying up late and waking up early, my feet aching from all the walking. But we went ahead and checked-out, stored our bags, and took a cab out to the Hilton to check out the Star Trek Experience. Now, everything and everyone up to this point said that was $15. And once you get there and find out otherwise, you'd invested the time and money of a cab ride to a hotel far from the strip, so you're gonna pay the extra money you weren't expecting. Yep, it was $24. Or $24.95. To walk along a winding corridor looking at Star Trek memorabilia, ride the ride, spend money in the shop, and sit in Quark's bar and get shitty service. Yee-haw! Not. The ride was fun. Would have totally been worth $15. But $25?????? So what if you can ride as much as you want until 11pm? We had exactly 1 hour in the place. By the time we did the ride and grabbed a coke from the slow-poke bartender and bought our Trekkie trinkets, we had just 15 more minutes before we had to catch a cab! So we went out and played slots.

Yippie! My book said that this was the best place to play $1 slots. And it was for me! I put $30 into my favorite brand of machine, spun the reels ONCE, and won $100. Yippie!!!!! Granted, it's not the $1.5k that my sister-in-law, or the $5k her mother-in-law won, both playing in some casino at the Freemont Street Experience I couldn't remember the name of. But $100 on the first pull? Yah, BABY, yah! If only I'd cashed out right there, but Sweetie convinced me to play down my original $30 to see what would happen. Nada. Oh well. Still $100 up!

Anyway, then it was off to the airport. Checked our bags with the curbside porter to avoid the lines, and rode the tram out to our gate to check in. We were there just over 2 hours before our flight was scheduled to board. We walk up to the gate, and he says, "didn't they tell you?" And we're like, "Tell us WHAT?" Well, lucky Los Angeles had a security breach, and since our flight was to San Francisco, it was delayed by 2 hours. We were not going to make our connecting flight to Seattle.

A half hour later, we have paid reservations on an Alaska Airlines flight direct to Seattle. Woo-hoo! Except we have to go un-check our bags from United. Drag them to the complete other end of the terminal to check in at Alaska. Go through the secondary luggage security check. Go upstairs through security again. Find out that Murphy's Law is once again in affect, and our gate is as far away from the entrance to the concourse as physically possible. Walk all the way out there, collapse into the uncomfortable seat because your feet are going to fall off. Your eyes are going to start bleeding if you keep rubbing them because they're so scratchy. Your head is going to explode if you don't take something for your lack-of-sleep headache. Oh, and your hands are already bleeding. Because they've never been this fucking dry in your entire life, but the desert has somehow dried them up so that they are cracked and stinging and you need to slather them up with Neosporin every time you wash your hands after you go potty.

And there are 3 hours before your flight leaves. Woo-fucking-hoo. Not. Worst of all? You can see the fucking strip right in front of you, as you think to yourself, we could have spent all this extra time relaxing by a pool or in a casino sitting in front of the slots drinking Strawberry Daquiris. Grrrrrrrrrrr...

After some food, some Neosporin, and some rest on my tush, I was ok to make the flight. It was hard, but I did it. And Seattle is suddenly boring! I really do miss Las Vegas. It's now officially my favorite tourist destination. For March anyway. Of course, I desperately want to go to Italy, now more than ever, since I've revisited the Bellagio!

Anyway, life goes on. Finally had some more sex with my hubby last night. My sister's still staying with us. The bathroom exploded Monday morning just in time to make me late for work. I bought purple bath towels & mats as my anniversary present. Sweetie liked his anniversary present. It was a little silver blob, kind of like a medalian, that said "Forever" on it, on a silver dog-tag-like chain. Can't believe he liked it! Wanted him to know that it wasn't a chain around his neck connected to a inmates iron ball, but a promise of myself to him forever. He didn't need me to say it. He was all smiles. I liked seeing it on him last night when he was kissing and touching me.

But that's all I'm gonna say for now. If you think that took awhile to read, consider I sat down to this at 6:30, and it's now 8:45. Yikes! Ciao.

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