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LAS VEGAS The ClubThe next day we hung around the hotel and relaxed. Neither of us enjoys gambling that much, although when I do play, I like playing Blackjack because of the odds while still tilted in favor of the House, afforded the best opportunity to make some money. Being a numbers kind of person and I will count cards but avoid getting caught. Las Vegas casinos are not keen on card counters. They consider them cheats. Anyway, after last night we were both felt ‘used up’ and wanted to recharge the batteries, especially me. We got up late, ate lightly for breakfast. Sort of wandered around the hotel to marvel at the shops and restaurants. The Bellagio is enormous, and there’s a lot to see, although the shops are like meh and expensive.Since we did rent a car, I asked if you wanted to drive around and see some of the sites. You agreed, and off we went. We cruised the Strip, and I had forgotten how bad traffic can be. But we had no particular place in mind, and it’s been decades since I saw the Strip and downtown Vegas. We stopped off an exit and just cruised some of the side surface streets. We weren’t looking for anything in particular, but we did enjoy the lights even in the day time.I turned off the Strip and head toward the freeway but got a little lost. I punched up directions on my cell, and then we saw this club. ‘Little Darlings’ lit up, flashing us, and what really caught my eye was a sign that simply said, ‘Amateur Night.’ I pointed it out to you. “Oh no, no way,” you said. “You’re not getting me on stage in public. It’s one thing in private even with the curtains drawn back but not in public like that.” “I dunno, you kind of enjoyed being on display like that. Besides, I know at the end of the day, you’re not going home with anyone else but me.” “Having all those eyes on me, I’m going to have a panic attack, especially naked.” “You’ll probably get into show towards the end if not the middle. The lights are pretty bright, and from what I understand, it’s hard to see. You’ll just need a couple of drinks to get you over the hump.” “I’m going to need a whole freaking bottle,” you laughed. “Let’s go check it out,” I said.“Nope.”“Look, I promise I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want to do. You know that.” I saw that brain churning with you finally sighing and said, “OK, but no funny business and no promises. I have to admit I’m a little curious to see what goes in these places.”“I haven’t been at a strip club since my last time as a visitor in San Francisco. That was several decades ago, and it was pretty tame.”I parked close but not right in front of the entrance. The bouncer/guard asked for IDs and let us in. The cashier asked which package I wanted to get. I said I was here more information and what was required to sign up for the amateur event. The gal was sweet about the whole thing and patiently went through what was needed to perform as an amateur. After obtaining all the requisite forms and what the requirements were, we headed back to the hotel. We lounged at the pool and basically just relaxed all day. Your question caught me off guard by its sudden directness. “Are isvecbahis you really OK with me stripping in front of strange guys? Aren’t you going to be just a little jealous knowing what they want to do to me?”“I’ll be jealous, especially if it’s a young stud with six-pack abs, but my concern would be if you would want to? At the club, it’ll be out in the open, and I know what they’ll be thinking when they’re looking…correction, leering at you.”“You know I wouldn’t, and it’s not even thinkable.”We continued to have an in-depth discussion on this, and it helped you get your mind straight on how both of us felt about you stripping. In the end, you decided at least to try knowing that at any time, you could back out. You would have total control and even how much you wanted to reveal. Dinner was decided by you, and you wanted Italian with Lago as the choice. It was a great dinner since it was small plates or almost Tapas. They even had Iberico ham, which I really love. We turned in early that night, with you snuggled up next to me. The next morning, as we got up, I asked how you felt and did you have a change of heart.“Nope, right now I’m feeling pretty good about it. I want to continue this journey.”I smiled at that and gave you a kiss. “Thanks, babe, but as I said, you can change your mind at any time.”“I know, and that makes me feel good about it, or at least I know I have a modicum of charge over this event.”The rest of the day was spent driving and walking around Vegas like regular tourists. We even stopped off to shop at all the major outlets. I swear every single one had the same kind of clothes, just different colors. You did dispute that notion and insisted that it wasn’t valid. I shrugged it off, and laughing said, “What do I know?”At the hotel, I asked if there was anything you really wanted for dinner, and you said, “How about some room service?”We decided to have breakfast for dinner. You opted for a spinach tortilla wrap with goat cheese and romesco sauce, and I went with Eggs Benedict. Neither of us was too talkative, you because of nerves and me not wanting to add any pressure whatsoever onto you. We got dressed, and I noticed you carrying a small package.“What’s that?”“My outfit, silly boy.”I chuckled and said, “Of course, what was I thinking.”We left the room and stopped off at the hotel bar. I let you have a drink of some frou-frou whipped cream vodka at the hotel bar, and then we headed out in our rental car. “God, I’m so nervous about this, but the drink did calm me down.”“Relax, you’ll be great up there, just remember to look at me and perform to me.”We got the club, got out, and walked up. I explained why we were here, and the guy let us and pointed us in the right direction. “Hey Julie, this gal is signing up for tonight,” the guy yelled. “OK, got it. C’mon and sit down folks, and I’ll be back in a minute. We sat, and within about five minutes, Julie appeared with the paperwork and went over the rules. “This is a full nude place, which is why we don’t serve alcohol. You can do one or the other, but not both.” After signing off and showing IDs, we headed to the booth near the stage you would isveçbahis giriş “working on” and ordered two sodas. I snuck a small airline bottle of tequila and poured it into your drink. “It’ll help you relax a bit more,” I said. “You’ll be relaxed but not falling down drunk.” Gratefully you sipped the now “adult” drink and let the alcohol worked the magic in you. We watched the girls dance, and you really could feel the energy in this place. Julie came by after about 30 minutes later, which allowed you to finish your drink, and took you backstage, into the dressing room. [cut to strip scene]Even without alcohol, the place was noisy and loud. There were a few other girls first, and then finally, it was your turn. You and I agreed on the button-down dress since it gave you a lot of options, and it was simple yet sexy. There are the waist tie and buttons to remove, but that was all. It didn’t require any unusual movement on your part, including pulling down an outfit or, worse, overhead. It allowed you to control as much or as little that you wanted to expose to the audience. For the music, I suggested Pour Some Sugar On Me by Def Leppard. I figured the bass section would help you focus on the rhythm with the pounding bass. It might have been a non-original selection, but you were familiar with it and knew how it ended. “Ladies and gentlemen, give a warm round of applause to a first-time contestant here at Little Darlings or, for that matter, anywhere else, T A Y L O R. There was loud applause from the gallery knowing they would have a “virgin” performer. I could see your silhouette on the side of the stage, and then they hit you with the lights. The hoop and hollers were loud and appreciative. You flashed a nervous smile when the lights came on you. I could tell you applied heavy makeup, but it was hard to see since you also had a Lone Ranger type mask on you. Still, you looked fabulous and sexy. As for the dress, it was the pink one that framed nicely with your blonde hair. https://images.lushstories.com/5f3f370282542a2e6c0f4311/dress-b.jpgYou strained to find me under the bright lights but only knew about where I was sitting and strutted over to the pole in the middle of the stage. It appeared your John Robert Powers training did come in handy after all. Even though you were nervous, you exuded some confidence, which was really a testament to you. You grabbed the pole with two hands and lean back, shaking your hair and then flashing a big smile in my direction.You stopped, facing my seat position, slowly pulled on the belt around your waist. When you completed, you held it up like a trophy, and the crowd whistle and hollered appreciatively. A few dollar bills were being tossed on stage. Standing with your back towards me, you moved your hands to the top and then bottom to unbutton the dress. Slowly doing a turn, you showed the audience what you did, and then you raised the hem of your garb to display a lot of bare hips. I’m thinking, is she naked under her outfit? No, she had to at least have her microkini on. As you continue to lift your skirt portion of your dress, just as it got near your pussy isveçbahis yeni giriş line, you let go of the material, dropping the hemline down. Exaggerated but loud sighs of disappointment rippled through the crowd. My cock was hard thinking of you naked underneath your clothing. You began to unbutton the on the top but stopped and undid the one in the middle. There was a collective groan from the audience, and then someone shouted, “Do the top, do the top.” The rest of the audience picked up the chant, and then you did something that told me you were really getting into it. You leaned on one side on the pole, brought up your other hand, and began wagging it in no-no direction as if to scold the audience. You pouted a bit to ‘show’ displeasure, then reached below to undo another button. Leaning back on the pole, you parted the dress a bit to give exposure to your inner thigh, bringing another big roar. More dollars were now being tossed onto the stage. A sure sign that guys were enjoying it. I was really leaking precum now. I saw someone from the backstage yell something to you, and then you undid the rest of the buttons. More dollars were being flung to the stage. You shrugged one side of the dress and then the other to bare your shoulders. Turning around so that your back was facing me, and you held up the dress covering your tits until you slowly brought your hands downward, and the top portion of your dress fell below your waist. The folks on that side were tossing bills on the stage, which meant you were naked on top. I was floored that you were exposed on top with nothing beneath, and my cock was straining in my pants just thinking about it. The audience was in ecstasy, and as you turned your head, your smile was all I needed to know that you were enjoying it. Your eyes acknowledged the power you had over the viewers with a smile that elicited groans of excitement from the audience. At the final beat of the song, you dropped the dress away, and the crowd erupted with catcalls, whistles, cheering like the first couple of gals didn’t get. Completely naked and exposing your entire body, you then did something I didn’t expect; facing my seat, you squatted down, reached for your pussy, and spread your labia apart. The spectators could see your pussy was shimmering from your juices. Folks were rushing around the stage with everyone trying to get a better look. You then sat down on stage, spreading your legs, you slipped a finger deep inside your pussy. That elicited a groan from you that was genuine and real. The crowd was in a frenzy, and you were making it rain with bills. You worked that finger deep, massaging the walls of your pussy. Pulling your finger out and then showing the audience how your finger glistened from your juices. The spotlight was left on for a bit, and then it went dark.I could make out your shadow as you scampered quickly off stage, collecting the bills left on stage. A couple of the stagehands helped you pick up the bills and your dress. The next act was announced, but I kept looking for you. Finally, I saw you and you were dressed in the clothes you came and removed all of ‘Taylor’s’ make up. Your eyes were bright and shiny with this over the top smile on your gorgeous face. “Aren’t you going back up there to see if you won?”“Nope, don’t care, I made a $200 bucks, and I want to fuck your brains out.”