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WARNING: This story contains sexually explicit descriptions of 
consensual sexual activity and is not suitable for reading by anyone 
under the age of 18, or anyone offended by reading such material. 



A Week In Las Vegas (MF, FF, exhib, cons, oral, anal)
by "V"


Prologue

This was a pretty typical week for me. Other than the show of course. 
That was simply incredible and I am still amazed by it. The rest was 
just another week in the greatest city in the world. 


Chapter 1

The card read:

       I have lost a bet.
       My punishment is to allow you free access to my body for the next 
       3 minutes.
       You may touch me anywhere and do anything you like.
       There are 3 rules:

       1 -You may not inflict any pain
       2 - My clothes must stay on
       3 - I must take a picture of your hands fondling my breasts as 
             proof.


I love the look in their eyes as they read the card. 

First mistrust (is this a trick?), then a slowly dawning awareness, 
followed by incredulity (how can I be so lucky) and finally lust. I 
showed him the stopwatch and the camera and asked him if he agreed. He 
nodded eagerly. I clicked the stopwatch, then leaned back against the 
wall and arched my back waiting to see what he would do. The first few 
seconds were always delicious, what would this stranger do, how would 
my body react. A million thoughts ran through my head as I waited for 
him to act.

He reached for my breasts, and then hesitated, social pressures at war 
with desire. I helped him by grabbing his hands and leading them to my 
breasts. Once he made contact the hesitation was lost and he eagerly 
began squeezing as if they were a milking machine. 

After thirty seconds it was apparent he was a breast man. So engrossed 
with my nipples he had forgotten the rest of my body. Usually guys felt 
me up, sliding their hands down inside my thong to play with my pussy 
or my ass. Very few men are really aggressive though. In all the times 
I have done this, only three took full advantage of me, pushing aside 
my thong and ramming their cocks into me. It's a pity really as I wore 
an especially nice red-lace thong today. I contemplated taking it off 
and giving it to him as a souvenir. The thought of walking home in my 
miniskirt with nothing underneath gave me a  little shiver of 
anticipation. If a wind came up there would be no way to hide my lack 
of underwear.

I returned my attention to my ravager, a middle-aged oriental tourist, 
the ever-present camera hanging from his neck. He was not much of a 
ravager and appeared content to simply massage my nipples through my 
blouse for the entire three minutes. Boring. 

The camera reminded me of my duties, "Wait," I said.

He pulled his hands back as if they were burning and looked ready to 
run, so I grabbed hold of his arm and pointed at the camera, "I need a 
picture."

He nodded and then his eyes almost popped out of their sockets as I 
lifted my blouse, exposing my breasts to the hot sun. I waited until 
his fingers were pinching my nipples and then snapped a picture. After 
all, I am proud of my breasts, I have worked hard on my body and there 
is no sense taking a photo of his hands covering them up!

"One minute," I said, looking at the stopwatch. 

His hands calmed down a bit. Instead of kneading me like bread dough 
they became more delicate and my sensitive nipples responded. It was 
pretty obvious he was not going to do anything by himself so I decided 
to make his last minute a bit more exciting. I grabbed his hands and 
placed them on my ass, lifting my miniskirt to give him full access. 
Then I pulled his mouth down to my nipple. He started sucking on my 
nipple while massaging my ass. It felt good, and the thought of being 
discovered like this gave me an extra thrill. "Thirty seconds," I told 
him but he didn't respond. His eyes were closed and he appeared to be 
almost in a trance.

"What's going on here?" The harsh voice sounded unnecessarily loud.

My ravager jumped back, took a startled look at me and fled. His camera 
swinging as he rounded the corner, heading for the street.

Not bothering to straighten up, I looked over at the security guards. 
"Hi guys, thanks for saving me from that attacker." I must have 
presented quite a site with my blouse pulled up showing my breasts to 
the sun and my dress up around my waist.

"Oh, it's only you Vanessa," one of them said, putting his stick back 
in his belt loop.

"Who is she?" asked the second guard.

"Vanessa plays this little game a lot," the guard responded, then 
turned back to me. "Beat it, before we run you in for public nudity."

These two gave me an idea, perhaps I could have a bit more fun today. 
"But how can I ever thank you," I murmured, swaying toward them. "Who 
knows what he would have done to me." In my most seductive way, I 
traced my finger down his chest and across his cock. It swelled visibly 
under my light touch. He hesitated and I decided to push the situation 
and see how far I could take it.

"God, you rock-hard security men turn me on," I breathed, watching them 
stiffen at the compliment, "I am so tired of soft pudgy tourists."

That did it. My obvious desire and recognition of their physique broke 
down their reluctance. The first one grabbed me by the arm and dragged 
me back to the side of the building. "Keep watch," he said to the 
other.

I sank down on my knees and reached for his pants. His cock was already 
hard when I fished it out. It was an average sized cock but I played it 
up for him, cooing and ahh'ing over it before taking it into my mouth.

I just love giving head. I know there are some repressed women who 
think it's somehow evil, but to me it is an incredibly sensual act. 
With a mans cock in my mouth I feel like it is my proper place in the 
universe. It doesn't matter if you are a slut or a queen, when you are 
on your knees sucking on a cock you are all woman. Giving pleasure is a 
wonderful feeling for a woman. My hands can give him pleasure, but I 
don't have the same connection. My pussy can give him incredible 
pleasure and the nerves ensure I enjoy it as well, but when he is in my 
mouth I feel a special connection, like savoring fine wine. The feel of 
his velvety head, watching his unconscious reactions, the taste of his 
cum, it is all an incredible turn on.

I was thoroughly enjoying myself but I could tell it would not be for 
long. Probably he had not had any recently or perhaps the sight of a 
semi-nude woman on her knees was too much for him. In any case, he was 
about to cum when the radio on his hip squawked. 

"Johnson, where the hell are you!"

He stiffened and reached for the radio, looking at me with a warning 
glance. I winked at him and slowed down a little. 

"Just checking on a disturbance."

"Well get back on patrol."

"Yes sir!"

He turned it off and looked down at me. I knew what he wanted and 
intensified my action, pumping his cock in and out while rubbing my 
tongue on the head. Within a few seconds I was rewarded by it swelling 
up and his body stiffening.

This was my favorite part. The moment of truth, when I get the reward I 
have worked so hard for. I pulled back so I could watch it and opened 
my mouth. His cum shot out in a thick ropey strand and splashed against 
my teeth. Another and then a third weaker shot. I took his cock back 
into my mouth and sucked while he dribbled out a few more weak squirts. 
The taste was sensational, nothing else tastes like cum and I sighed my 
pleasure, enjoying the moment.

He made a movement to pull away and I quickly licked his softening cock 
clean, and then stood up. We both straightened our clothing.

"Now I don't want to catch you around here anymore," he said with mock 
severity.

"Yes, Johnson," I said meekly, trying to look like a truant schoolgirl.

He winked at me then walked back to his partner and pulled him away. 
"Who is she?" the partner asked as they walked across the grass.

"She gets off on having sex in public, does it all the time."

"A nympho?"

I barely heard Johnson reply of, "probably," before they rounded the 
corner and were gone. Actually he was incorrect. While I do enjoy the 
thrill of having sex in public, I am not a nymphomaniac. 

I do it because I love Las Vegas.  

Let me explain. I was born and grew up in Vegas. I have been to other 
cities but they are pale and tame in comparison. Las Vegas is the 
excitement capital of the world, as evidenced by the millions of people 
that come here each year. They come for two things, gambling and sex. I 
love my town. I think Vegas is the best place in the world and I try to 
do my part to help its reputation. 

Take that oriental tourist for example. He will go home and tell the 
story of today's activities. At first no one will believe him but since 
it really did happen, eventually they will realize he was telling the 
truth. As the story is told and retold, it will inevitably grow and I 
will become the most beautiful woman in the world and that we had sex 
twenty times on the street with other women ripping their clothes off 
and joining in. The story will spread out and when other people are 
deciding where to go for their vacation, they will remember that story 
of Vegas. My three minutes of fun will bring in untold numbers of new 
tourists to my city.

Besides, it really is fun! I work hard on keeping my body in shape and 
I love showing it off. Coming up with acceptable ways to expose myself 
is always a challenge though. I invented the 'lost a bet' angle after 
people refused to participate, thinking it was a police sting. They 
believe it easily after reading the card and I get to have some 
innocent fun. My screen saver has hundreds of shots of hands on my 
breasts and I feel that I am really doing my part to promote Vegas. 
Watching their reactions as I expose myself is such a turn-on, even 
more so is letting the people play with my body. Most men these days 
have had so few sexual partners that I am like a bolt out of heaven for 
them, which is always good for a girl's self-esteem! 


Chapter 2


The fun is over for now. I have to get ready for work. You see, I am a 
high-priced companion. I am NOT a hooker or call-girl or exotic dancer, 
I am a companion. When high-rollers come into town and need a woman 
hanging on their arm, they call me. I make it clear that sex is not 
part of the deal. After all, a girl can be arrested for unlicensed 
prostitution, even in Vegas. I stay far away from cheap sex with 
visiting clients. There are plenty of women ready to demean themselves 
like that. I am a high-priced companion. 

The challenge of course is that without the sex, how do I justify my 
high prices? I do it by differentiating from other companions. High end 
clients want someone they know will not embarrass them in public. They 
usually can get plenty of sex - money attracts women like nothing else 
- but are leery of being in the public eye. When my clients arrive they 
are met by not only a polished, beautiful woman but also an intelligent 
one. My service runs background checks not only on my clients but also 
the industry they are in and current news. Thus my clients get someone 
they can talk to, who can be an active participant and they can rely on 
me not to make a public mistake. 

My client for the week was Jake. A bigwig in the concrete business, he 
was in town for two days for a series of meetings. He asked for my 
services as he wanted someone to attend the requisite social functions 
with. My service reported that he was not abusive or nasty, just a 
hardworker who had abandoned virtually everything nonessential 
(including a family) to get ahead. Tonight was the introductory 
cocktail party. His correspondence informed me he wanted me to look 
impressive but not trashy. 

I opted for a slinky black satin number that gathered at a jeweled 
waist. The deep plunge of the neckline showed off my cleavage and a 
little artful makeup made it look deeper than it was. The thin material 
showed off my dancers' body to its fullest advantage. The dress went to 
the floor so I decided not to bother with garters and hose, my little 
red thong was all I needed underneath it all.  A modest necklace and 
earrings rounded out the ensemble. I did not want to be gaudy, but the 
companion of a bigwig should be sporting some sparklers. A quick trip 
to the salon to get my hair put up and I was ready.

When I arrived at his suite, he was pacing in obvious agitation. 
"Dammit woman, for the money I am paying you, you could at least be 
ontime."

This was the most critical moment of my job. I had to set the ground 
rules without pissing him off so much he canceled the job. I swept into 
the room, holding out my gloved hand and gave him my best smile. "Jake, 
it is a real pleasure to meet you. My name is Vanessa. Sorry to make 
you wait, but you know how it is with us women."

It worked. The moment passed and his anger deflated. He squeezed my 
hand for an instant, then stepped back and eyed me critically. "Well, 
you're as pretty as they told me you would be."

It's always nice to hear a sincere complement, even if the delivery was 
a bit rough. I batted my eyelashes at him, "Why, thank you. But I am 
confused. I was told that you were an ugly seventy year old man instead 
of a young handsome one."

He chuckled and with the ice broken we talked for a few more minutes 
during which I impressed him with my knowledge of the concrete 
business, his competitors and the issues they were facing. He gradually 
relaxed around me and before long we headed for the cocktail party arm 
in arm. The party itself was boring as most cocktail parties are. I 
played the dutiful companion, always at his elbow, always with a quick 
witty reply to any comments directed my way. The bar was free, the 
drinks were flowing and everyone was getting sloshed. Everyone except 
me of course, I am very careful with my alcohol when I am working. 

By the end of the night, Jake was so drunk he could hardly stand. 
Standing sloppily, he was losing focus and mumbling. He looked like he 
was about to pass out. It was time to do something to prevent any 
embarrassment. With a few words of apology to the others still 
conscious, I half-carried him back to his suite. He collapsed into bed, 
clothes and all. Sighing, I pulled off his shoes and tried to tuck him 
in. The action woke him and he looked up at me blearily.

"Come on Vanessa," he slurred, "come to bed, I have a hard-on fer you."

"Now, now, Jake. Remember the terms of our agreement. No sex."

"Spoilsport," he mumbled.

"Here, take this hangover pill," I offered him the pill but he turned 
aside. 

"Nope, not until you show me your titties."

"Come on Jake, you know you need this pill. Without it you will have a 
hard time functioning in the morning."

"Nuthin doing," he was firm.
 
Although it was not my job, he would need to be awake and functional in 
the morning. A happy client is a well-paying client and if he blew the 
deal because of a hangover he would not be a happy client. 

"Tell you what," I said, "I will show you my breasts if you take this 
hangover pill."

"OK," he said eagerly and licked his lips. He quickly swallowed the 
pill and fell back onto the pillow. The things I do for my job. With a 
sigh I reached back, unhooked the top of the dress and let it fall to 
my waist, exposing my breasts to his gaze. He sighed happily and closed 
his eyes. Within seconds he was snoring.

Riding down the elevator I pondered my options, the night was still 
young and I had not been laid. Hanging around boring cocktail parties 
with stiffs was not my idea of fun. I needed to work off some energy, I 
needed to dance and I needed a good fuck. Blowing the security guard 
had been fun, but it was not enough. I wanted a long hard cock pounding 
into me, driving me down into the ground with its force. I decided to 
hit the clubs and find a likely candidate while working up a sweat!

Back at my place, I changed into dancing clothes. A wrap-around knee-
length skirt made of semi-sheer fabric, it did not reveal anything but 
did not fully conceal either. Since I was looking for men, I selected a 
satin blouse that buttoned all the way to my waist. I vowed those 
buttons would get a workout.

My favorite club had a long line in front but the bouncer opened the 
door for me immediately. I learned long ago that an occasional blowjob 
for the hired help will open doors faster than sucking up to the 
owners. Inside, the party was in full swing. The DJ was pounding out 
the rhythms and I felt myself swaying to the music. Uncaring of 
anything else, I headed for the dance floor.

Chapter 3

By two in the morning the party was in full swing. The place was packed 
with sweating, drinking, fun-loving dancers.  I had lost track of how 
many guys (and gals) I danced with or how many gropes I endured. My 
buttons received a good workout and I spent a considerable amount of 
time on the dance floor with my top unbuttoned. It is a wonderful 
feeling, to feel unencumbered by clothing. My breasts enjoyed their 
time out in the open and the guys seemed to also. It was a fairly good 
night; I received one marriage proposal and eleven "wanna go back to my 
room?" requests. Each one was politely refused. I knew exactly what I 
wanted this night, a couple.

Getting two guys is easy. All a girl has to do is say "yes." Two guys 
are also a lot of fun. Most women have not had the pleasure of a guy 
pounding her in each end at the same time and that is a pity, because 
it really is an incredible feeling. However, tonight I wanted a couple. 
The pleasure of introducing a woman to lesbian sex is indescribable. 
Personally, I think that all women are really bisexual, they just have 
mental hangups that prevent them from enjoying both styles of 
lovemaking. Las Vegas is the one town where resistance is at its 
weakest and you can almost feel their inhibitions fall away as they 
give themselves over to the sensations. It is a life-changing event for 
most women and of course I have never yet had a guy turn down the 
opportunity for a threeway. Of course, the trick is to find the right 
couple. Unlike a pair of guys, a couple is self-contained and not 
usually interested in an outsider. 

Eventually I found a likely couple. They were young, energetic and 
seemed to be enjoying themselves. There were several empty glasses in 
front of each one which was a good sign.

"Mind if I sit down?" I shouted over the music and indicated the empty 
seat next to them. They both nodded.

"Hi, my names Vanessa."

"Hi, this is Bob and I am Michelle."

"This place is jumping, isn't it?"

"I'll say, we never had any place like this back home," Michelle 
pointed out to the dance floor where a woman's top had come undone and 
her nipples were playing peekaboo. I had to make a quick check to 
ensure my buttons were in the right place.

"Where's home?"

"Minnesota," she said, "this is our first time in Vegas."

Bingo, I thought. "On your honeymoon?" I asked knowing they were not 
wearing rings.

"Oh no," she blushed, "we are just friends."

Better and better. I ordered a few rounds of drinks for us all and 
dragged them out onto the dance floor for three-way dancing several 
times and by three we were fast becoming friends. Finally I noticed 
that Michelle's head was starting to bob and she was losing focus.

"Looks like Michelle is getting tired," I said standing up, "you need 
some help getting her to the room?"

"Nah, I'm ok," Bob said, pulling her to her feet.

I put my hand on his arm, "I have quite a ways to go, do you mind if I 
freshen up in your room before I head out?" This was the big question, 
it was a bit forward but I needed a way into their hotel room.

"Sure, no problem."

We supported Michelle up to the room and sat her on the bed. Leaving 
Bob with her, I stripped off my clothes and jumped into the shower. I 
am sure Bob did not think of showering when I said I would "freshen up" 
but cleaning the sweat off was the first step. With only a bathrobe on, 
I walked out into the room. Bob blinked at me but didn't say anything. 
Michelle was still sitting on the edge of the bed. She looked to be 
ready to fall asleep. I needed to act fast. If she fell asleep, Bobs 
protective instincts would kick in and I would be out the door.

"Michelle, you need a shower too," I said, pulling her gently resisting 
form off the bed, "it will do you a world of good."

I closed the door on Bob before he could get an argument organized and 
ran the water. Michele just stood immobile, letting me strip her 
clothes off. She was very pale, with small breasts. They looked 
delicious and I wanted to grab them but that would have to wait. I 
pushed her under the water and held her there as she sputtered. She 
began to revive and was soon splashing around. Laughing, I handed her 
the other bathrobe and we both left the bathroom to see Bob sitting on 
the bed, looking like a third wheel.

"Bob, why don't you take a shower also," I suggested while leading 
Michelle toward the bed, "I am going to give Michelle a massage as a 
thank-you before I go." He shrugged and closed the door.

"Are you really a masseuse?" Michelle asked.

"Yep, fully trained and licensed," I lied, steering her toward the bed. 
"Get out of that bathrobe and I will show you."

"But I am naked underneath," she protested, "isn't that a little.you 
know, weird?"

If you only knew what I have planned I thought. "Not at all, I saw you 
in the shower and I am a licensed masseuse." I turned my back, "but I 
will turn my back, you lay face down."

"Ok," she giggled and flopped onto the bed. I turned to look, she had 
positioned the bathrobe so it covered her butt and left her back 
exposed. Perfect.

I climbed up onto the bed and straddled her legs. "Now just close your 
eyes and relax," I said, removing my bathrobe, "just let my hands relax 
you." I started with her shoulders and slowly edged my way down her 
back. She let out a few moans and groans indicating she was enjoying 
it. In a few minutes I was at her lower back, reaching lower and lower 
with each movement, pushing the bathrobe down.

When her butt was completely exposed and I was massaging her cheeks, I 
pulled the bathrobe away completely. Now the massage became more 
sensual. I casually spread her legs apart and knelt between them. She 
made no mention of the fact I could now see right into her crotch. I 
knelt and kissed the small of her back lightly, causing her to moan.

It was at this point that Bob came out of the shower with only a towel 
on. His eyes went wide at the sight of two naked women on his bed. He 
moved toward the bed but I motioned for him to sit on the chair first, 
I wanted to complete the seduction of Michelle.

Without missing a stroke I continued my assault on Michelle's 
inhibitions, adding kisses to the smooth sweeping strokes of the 
massage. Soon I was kissing in the crack of her ass and sliding my 
fingers up and down, lightly crossing over her anus and pussy lips. She 
was beginning to respond, breathing deeply and squirming slightly.

Sliding my hands up to her back, I kissed my way down her crack to the 
rosebud of her anus, giving it a slight lick. She jerked a bit but 
didn't complain. The next sweep had me licking it more forcefully. She 
sighed and relaxed. I could tell the signs, it was time. I slowly 
worked my way up her back to her shoulder again, this time laying my 
naked flesh down on top of hers. "Turn over," I whispered into her ear, 
"let me do the front."

This was the big moment. Would she turn over and allow my tongue access 
to her most sensitive places, opening up a new world of pleasure or 
would she see that I was naked and freak? I rolled to the side and she 
turned over. Eyes closed, she put her hands above her head, completely 
exposing herself to me.

Slowly I massaged her chest, working my way from a generic massage to a 
sensual one. Soon I was kissing her nipples while stroking her inner 
thighs. She began squirming in pleasure. I inched my way down her 
stomach, planting tiny kisses all along the way, making sure each 
square inch was completely kissed. The slow progression continued, 
while I delicately massaged her nipples. She was undulating now, 
arching her back slightly and sighing loudly.

When I finally reached her pussy, she tried to force my head onto her 
clitoris but I would have none of it. Men always dive right in, heading 
for the bull's-eye immediately but women know different. The longer I 
made her wait, the bigger her orgasm would be and I wanted it to be a 
gigantic one. I played all around her opening with my tongue, dragging 
it tantalizingly across her clit often enough to slowly build the 
sensation. When she looked like she might become too sensitive, I dived 
in. Her juices tasted exquisite and it only took a few flicks of my 
tongue to push her over the top. With a cry she arched her back so far 
I thought she would break and went rigid as steel. I continued my 
merciless attack on her clit and she shuddered in the throes of 
ecstasy, grabbing onto the bedpost for support. In a few minutes it was 
over, the jerking as I struck a nerve slowly subsiding. I crawled up 
her body, kissing as I went until I reached her face, letting her taste 
her own juices, probably for the first time. Her eyes opened and she 
looked at me with amazement.

"God, that was wonderful."

"It was wonderful for me too," I said sincerely, "but we should turn 
our attention to poor Bob. He has only been able to watch so far."

We looked over at Bob. He sat naked on the chair, his impressive 
erection pointing straight at the ceiling. With a sign from me, he 
climbed into bed with us, wrapping his arms around Michelle and me 
equally.

I turned to Michelle, "how is his cock?"

"Um, he is so fine," she giggled, "his cock is one of his best 
features."

We pushed him onto his back and crawled over him to his cock. Side by 
side, we eyed it critically.

"Very nice," I agreed after a close inspection, "how does it taste?"

"Hmm, let me see," she opened her mouth and took him in. I watched in 
fascination as his cock slid into her mouth. It came out reluctantly, 
"just as good as I remember, try it."

I had done it! She offered her boyfriend to me as readily as she 
offered her own body. With a secret smile of victory I opened my mouth. 
His cock did taste good. Smooth velvety skin over steel hardness. The 
precum dripping from it had a flavorful tang. I could have sucked it 
all night.

"Hey, give me a chance," Michelle complained. I let her have a turn, 
then grabbed it back for myself. It was time for something other than 
oral, I needed that cock inside of me. I needed it bad. "I have another 
place I bet it will fit in."

Getting up on my knees, I sat on top of him, positioning myself and let 
my weight slowly impale me onto his rigid cock. Slowly, I pumped up and 
down, feeling it slide inside of me, welcoming the way it filled me up.

"My turn," Michelle said, sitting up next to me. She followed my lead 
and sat on it, working herself back and forth until she achieved 
maximum sensation. Eyes closed she began to pump up and down.

After a few minutes of watching her, I was restless. I turned onto my 
hands and knees, pointed my ass at Bob and said, "I wish someone would 
ram their big hot cock into me. I need a good pounding."

Michelle very reluctantly climbed off Bob as he swung over behind me 
and slipped it in. I was so wet he had no trouble. It felt wonderful, I 
could feel my lips being pushed open by the head. He drove into me 
fairly weakly, probably afraid he was hurting me. This was NOT what I 
wanted, I needed it rough tonight. "Harder," I said, and lay down on 
the bed, allowing his weight to push down on me. He began thrusting 
harder but it still wasn't enough. "Harder," I yelled at him, "split me 
wide open with that thing, ram it into me!" He responded by slamming 
into me with everything he had. It was glorious! He pounded me 
repeatedly, pushing me into the bed with each stroke. It was wonderful. 
I could feel his cock sliding inside me with each stroke.  I felt my 
own orgasm rapidly building as his breathing grew labored. It was a 
race to see who would finish first.

I orgasmed a few strokes before he did. The feeling spread out from my 
battered pussy through my whole body taking me with it. It was several 
minutes before I came back to earth. When I did, I noticed he had cum 
inside of me and was rapidly slowing down and losing size. Finally he 
popped out and lay down with a loud groan.

"Poor baby," Michelle mocked, "did she wear you out." She started 
kissing him, while I crawled over and carefully licked his cock clean. 
Afterwards, I licked my way up his stomach and her arm, finally kissing 
her ear. She turned and gave me kiss, exploring my mouth with her 
tongue.

Bob was content to relax, as we began kissing and fondling each other. 
She nuzzled my breasts, licking and suckling the nipples. It felt so 
good I fell back onto the bed. Now our positions were reversed and she 
kissed and licked her way down me. I felt the first tentative licks as 
her tongue explored another woman for the first time.

"Hey, I can taste Bob," she said, voice muffled, "umm, tastes good."

With a mouth that rapidly grew in expertise she sucked all of the cum 
out of me. Her tongue continued until I had a small orgasm, then she 
kissed her way up until we were in each others arms. With the fury of 
the sex over, we casually explored each other, caressing as only women 
can. 

I worked my way down her body toward her waiting pussy. Although 
another oral orgasm would have been easy, I decided that they needed to 
push their boundaries a bit further this night. Settling in between 
Michelle's legs I began to stimulate her clitoris while simultaneously 
playing with the little rosebud of her anus.

Soon she was breathing heavy and squirming under my manipulation and I 
pushed my finger into her rectum. Under normal circumstances I am sure 
she would have protested, but now she simply groaned. I worked my 
tongue and finger in sync for a while. As she neared her orgasm, I 
stopped suddenly.

"Have you ever tried it in the butt?"

"Oh god, don't stop," Michelle groaned, grinding herself against my 
finger. I looked over at Bob, he was suddenly intent. He shook his 
head.

"Tonight is the night," I soothed, "you will both love it."

"But, isn't that weird?" Michelle was coming down from her near-orgasm 
enough to think coherently.

"Not in Vegas," I said, "here, anything that feels good is fair game."

"Well, OK," she was hesitant, but trusted in my judgment. I retrieved 
the small tube of lube I keep in my purse. Soon she was taking two 
fingers in her ass and enjoying it as held her just short of orgasm. 
The time was right.

Bobs cock was hard again, thanks to some work by my free hand and the 
lube. I positioned Michelle on her hands and knees and slid under her. 
Bob approached from the back and positioned his cock on her rosebud.  
She tensed up as he pressed the bulb of his cock against her entrance. 
From my position underneath I started licking her clitoris. It was 
supersensitive from my previous work and she forgot to be tense as her 
body started reacting. Bob entered her with a rush and a groan from 
each of them. I continued to work her clitoris as he began a slow 
stroke.

Her orgasm hit as Bob began speeding up his stroke. I could feel her 
body spasming and trying to buck but she was impaled on his cock. Bob 
grunted in excitement as her ass clamped down on his slick cock, giving 
him a tightness he had never known. Michelle let out a low guttural 
groan that seemed to come from deep within as her body absorbed the 
sensations of orgasm and full ass simultaneously.

In a few more strokes Bob started shaking and pumping for all he was 
worth, I knew he was filling her with everything left in his balls. 
When he finally pulled his softening cock out, they both collapsed on 
the bed. 

I think I shocked them both when I crawled over to Bobs cock and licked 
it clean. The taste of cum was mingled with the sharp flavor of her 
rectum. Giving a moan of sensual delight to tell them that I enjoyed 
it, I cleaned up her ass as well. 

"Well guys," I pulled on my clothes. "It's been fun. Thanks for 
seducing me but I have to go to work in the morning." Technically it 
was I who had done all the seducing, but by pretending it was all their 
doing, I was giving them the right to brag when they got home. When 
they finished telling the tale of their night at the disco, Vegas would 
get a flood of new tourists.


Chapter 4

My contract with Jake required me to meet him for lunch. It was to be a 
casual lunch as the men were deep in the middle of their negotiations 
and taking a break with their spouses before heading back to the 
negotiating table. I knew that a sexy outfit would be out of place, so 
I selected a summer print dress of a modest length and added a light 
shawl. 

"You look great," Jake said as we sat down. There were three other 
couples at the table and we talked shop while we ate. I noticed that 
Jake was not drinking much and commented on it. He grimaced, "not after 
last night. By the way, I haven't thanked you for whatever you gave me. 
It sure did the trick and this morning my hangover was manageable. It 
has made the day go a lot better."

I took his comment to mean that with a clear head, his negotiations had 
gone well. Lunch was a fairly pedestrian affair, with an average buffet 
table. The men all went for piles of beef and chicken, with potatoes. I 
opted for a small amount of fish and some mixed greens with vinegar 
dressing. Even with frequent exercise, maintaining a decent figure 
takes constant effort. After lunch was over he pulled me aside. 
"Listen," he whispered, "thanks again for last night. I am sorry I came 
on to you like that. I don't normally act that way."

His little drunken pass at me was pretty minor compared to what a lot 
of these guys do. Men seem to feel that once they have become rich and 
powerful everyone around them will simply let them do whatever they 
want. It is always a delicate balancing act, to maintain some decency 
while not offending the client. I told him it was ok, and he got a wry 
grin on his face. "Though I have to admit your little striptease was 
magnificent. Anyway, thanks again for that pill. These guys are so hung 
over I was able to get everything I wanted and they have no clue what 
they have done! We are all but done and there will be a big celebration 
tonight. They told me it will be a big blowout like we have never seen, 
big show and very sexy. They emphasized the 'very sexy' part." He 
looked at me carefully, "I don't want them to show me up on the sexy 
stuff."

I didn't like where this was going and I was about to tell him so. 
There was no way I was going to perform some kind of live sex show for 
his friends just so he could one-up them. He must have seen my reaction 
because he hastened to add, "I don't mean anything weird, I just want 
you to be really sexy tonight."

He pushed a credit card into my hand, "I want you to do some shopping 
this afternoon. Buy yourself a sexy dress." He looked at me earnestly, 
"a really sexy dress. I will see you tonight at seven."

Sometimes life hands you unexpected perks. Today was one. I stood 
openmouthed and watched him head back through the door to the meeting 
rooms. I had all afternoon, a corporate credit card with no limit and a 
mandate to do some shopping with it. I don't know if my feet even 
touched the ground as I headed for the stores.

In Vegas there are two types of clothing stores: Those for women who 
care about the price and those for women who don't. If you need to look 
for a price tag, then you know what group you are in. Today I was in 
the other group. Today I headed for the designer shops where a good 
dress runs well into five figures. 

I won't bore you with the details of my shopping experience. Once I 
found the dress I wanted and altered it to my exact specification 
(details about that later) I still had a few hours to go. Time to have 
some fun. 

The women's clothing store is one of the best places for unexpected sex 
and I love surprising men with a memorable encounter. Picking out a 
couple of appropriate outfits I looked around for my victim. I soon 
found him, standing alone, sneaking an occasional peek at the lingerie 
on display. He was obviously in the store waiting for someone and not 
enjoying himself. He didn't have a ring on, which made him a perfect 
target.

I signaled him to come over to my changing room. He looked surprised 
but came over and stood in the door asking what I wanted.

"You are a guy," I said vacantly, "I need a guys help. I am getting an 
outfit for my boyfriend and I want to know which one is the sexiest."

That got his attention and he took a closer look at the outfit I was 
holding in front of me. "Looks nice," he said.

I watched him out of the corner of my eye as I pulled the outfit out 
from in front of me, replacing it with the one in my other hand. During 
the brief interchange there was nothing in front of me. His eyes 
widened as he saw I was nude behind the outfits.

"What about this one," I said as if I had not noticed my flash at all. 
He was stunned, unable to speak. I gave him a few seconds, then 
switched back to the first outfit, flashing him again. After several 
more switches, I finally pouted, "You are no help, I just don't know 
which one to get." He was about to reply, when I decided to change 
things up. "I know, I should try them on."

I turned to look at myself in the mirror, holding the dress in front of 
me. This gave him a perfect view of my nude body from the back. I 
lifted a dress over my head, got it down over my face and pretended to 
get tangled in it. "Can you help me with this?"

He came into the changing room, closing the door, and helped me pull 
the dress down. He took his time doing it and I felt a tingle as I knew 
he was taking the opportunity while I could not see to carefully 
examine my exposed body. Finally I straightened it, spun around and 
looked at him. "What do you think?"

"Its good," he managed to say.

"Hmm, let me try the other," I turned my back to him and raised my 
arms, "can you help me?"

He bent down and put his hands on my legs, then slid his hands up my 
skin and over my hips, allowing the material to gather. Up my sides and 
the swell of my breasts his hands travelled, finally lifting the 
material off. We repeated the process with the other outfit, then back 
to the first one. Each time he pulled off the dress his hands roved 
more and more over my body. It felt like heaven, I just love being a 
woman. At last I turned to him and in my most ditzy brainless blond 
voice I told him, "You are not helping me very much. I need to know 
which one is the sexiest.My boyfriend says the only part of a man that 
tells the absolute truth is his cock."

I reached out and grabbed his cock through his pants. As I hoped, it 
was as hard as steel. Guys can be so blind, I had just given him the 
dumbest corniest line in the world but because I was holding his cock, 
he fell for it. "This will tell me which one you think is the sexiest. 
It can't lie to me." I squeezed it and played with it slightly. "Damn, 
this thing is a monster!"

Releasing it reluctantly, I turned my back on him and ordered him to 
change my outfit. His hands lingered on me, sliding over my stomach and 
breasts as he slid my clothes off. With my new outfit on I whirled and 
grabbed his cock again. "Hmm, I think it's harder with this outfit. You 
must think this is the sexiest one."

He didn't speak, just stood unmoving, letting me play with his cock for 
several minutes. At last I turned my back on him again. When I lifted 
my hands, I didn't need to say anything. He slowly pulled my clothes 
off, running his hands over my body and cupping my breasts for several 
minutes before finally getting the outfit over my head.

Nude, I turned to face him and grabbed his cock again. "This thing is 
big. I just have to see it." With that I unzipped his pants and pulled 
it out. In truth it was an average sized penis but I got down on my 
knees and looked up at him. "It's wonderful, so much bigger than my 
boyfriends. Can I taste it?" 

I didn't wait for a reply but took his cock into my mouth. 

It slid in easily and my tongue played with it. It smelled clean, like 
soap, and his pubic hairs were very soft. He was already dripping pre-
cum and it had a wonderful salty flavor. I lapped it up while 
thoroughly licking and sucking. I had hoped to deep-throat him, but he 
was too hard and would not bend the right way. Instead I concentrated 
on maximizing the skin to skin contact as I went up and down his shaft, 
sliding it slowly in and out, just appreciating the feeling.

For a woman, there is something magical about being nude, on your 
knees, with a man's cock in your mouth. You simply cannot be any more 
of a woman than at that moment. It was a special moment and I relished 
it as I paid homage to his prick.

Swirling my tongue as I pumped him up and down, I settled into a rhythm 
and he responded. Within a few seconds he was groaning. His cock 
swelled up and then began pumping its hot salty ropes of cum into my 
waiting mouth. I am sure he would have appreciated shooting all over my 
face, but I had to be able to leave the store without attracting 
attention so I continued my sucking as he spurted stream after stream 
into my mouth. With quick swallowing, I was able to get it all and not 
spill a drop. I licked his softening tool clean and sat back.

"God, that was great. I wish I had a boyfriend like you."

He looked at me with glazed eyes as put his cock away and straightened 
his pants.

"Thanks for helping me pick out an outfit," I looked up at him, "you 
had better go before they get suspicious."

He nodded, too weak to do anything other than acquiesce, and closed the 
door behind him.

Smiling at a job well done, I put my clothes back on, put the two 
outfits back on the rack and walked out of the store.


Chapter 5

"Hmm, it's ok, but I was hoping for something more than that."

Jack comment was less than flattering as I pulled off my shawl and 
presented myself to him. "I had hoped you would." he broke off when I 
turned around, showing him the back of the gown. 

I was wearing a gown of pure blue silk. It started with a collar around 
my neck, gathered at the waist and finally fell in billowing folds to 
the floor. It was the kind of head-turning gown that designers make and 
regular people only see on TV. Nice as the front was, the real head-
turner was the back - or lack thereof. Originally designed to be a 
backless gown, I had it altered to cut far lower than its designer 
intended. The gown now cut at slightly above the bottom of my ass. 
Technically it was not a backless but rather a bottomless gown as all 
but one inch of my bottom was in full view.

The gown was fabulously impractical. I had to be careful every time I 
sat down or I would sit on the cut and pull the gown right off. I could 
feel a cool breeze between my legs since obviously nothing could be 
worn underneath it. Unfortunately its lack of practicality also 
extended to walking, as it caught at the bottom of my cheek with every 
step, pulling slightly on the collar. All in all, it was uncomfortable 
to wear but a traffic stopper when on. Such is the life of a woman. 

"Good god, that thing is." he struggled for words, "did you know how 
much of your."

"Do you like it?" I asked sweetly as I twirled around (carefully) for 
him, "I hope it's sexy enough." 

He rose to his feet and smiled a very sincere smile, "my dear, I have 
no doubt you will be the hit of the party. With the contract in hand, 
you are exactly what I was hoping you would be tonight. Shall we?" He 
extended his arm and we headed for the limousine.

The cocktail party was already in full swing by the time we arrived. 
Jake was greeted warmly and I knew his deal had most likely been a good 
one for the others as well. I was given little attention at first. Some 
of the men had attractive wives and they dressed sexier than the front 
of my gown suggested. Soon however I was the center of attention. As I 
walked through the room I could hear the conversation stop as I passed. 
I pretended not to notice.

As the night wore on, the drinks flowed and the men grew bolder. They 
would walk up to the two of us and introduce themselves while patting 
my cheek. I didn't want to cause a scene for my client, and truth be 
told it was kind of exciting. Married men with their wives on one arm 
would chat amiably while vigorously fondling me with the other arm. 

Finally, one particularly forward gentleman took it too far. He didn't 
just fondle my cheek, he reached down between and tried to stick his 
finger up me. Now, a little playful touching is one thing but being 
finger-fucked by a total stranger in front of my client was another.  I 
tried to move politely, giving him a quiet "stop it" but he didn't take 
the hint. Jake spotted my desperate look and quickly discovered what 
was going on. He did not explode with rage, though his face became red. 
Instead, he quietly told the man to remove his hand or have it broken. 
Embarrassed, the man moved away. 

It makes a girl feel good when her man can handle himself well and 
protect her. I liked him more and more with each passing hour. 
"Thanks," I whispered, and gave him a sly smile, "what do I do if it 
happens again?"

"It won't," he promised.

"Perhaps you should keep your hand there just to make sure," I 
whispered and placed his hand on my cheek. He didn't say anything but 
he gave it a good squeeze and left it there.

Jake became very familiar with all aspects of my ass during the rest of 
the cocktail party. His hand explored every nook and cranny in intimate 
detail and I had trouble maintaining my side of the conversations. Jake 
seemed particularly pleased at this and was very reluctant to release 
his hand when the doors opened and we were led into the dining area. 
The room featured small booths around a central raised stage. We sat in 
one of the prime booths and introduced ourselves to the two men already 
at the table. They were middle management and pudgy, with the loose 
fitting clothing so typical of middle management everywhere. The food 
was exquisite and served with impeccable precision by the wait staff. 
The managers dove into the food with such gusto I wondered how they 
managed to stay merely pudgy.

When the last of the plates were carried away the lights dimmed and a 
spotlight shone on the stage in the center of the room. An oriental man 
walked into the spotlight and Jake whispered to me it was the man was 
who he had made the deal with. "Thank you all for coming," he said, "to 
wrap up the conference we have arranged a special show for you tonight. 
This will not be what you think. Expect to be surprised. They come 
direct from sensual Thailand, please welcome The Dragon Gigs!"

We all applauded as a small group of dancers appeared on the stage. 
They performed sensual dance rhythms, swaying with the music and 
gliding around the stage. After a few minutes, the tempo of the music 
changed and there was a buildup. When the crescendo hit, all of the 
dancers pulled off one of their gauzy wraps and threw them into the 
center of the stage, then spun back out to their former positions and 
began anew.
 
I could see where this was going. We were going to see a strip show and 
I wanted to be comfortable. Sitting up, I directed Jake to turn around 
and put his leg up then snuggled back between his legs and turned to 
watch the show. The dancers were fantastic, their bodies seemed to melt 
together as they swayed and swirled around the dance floor. More wisps 
of cloth soon followed until the women were topless. 

I expected the stripping to stop there. Topless is legal in Vegas, 
anything more requires considerable effort. But they did not stop, the 
swirling, spinning dancing continued as strips of cloth were added to 
the pile. Soon the dancers had only the briefest of g-strings on. 
Finally, the music crashed, the lights flashed and the dancers stood 
nude before us.

There was a collective gasp from the audience. The dancers paused for a 
moment, as though in mid-dance, their arms and legs frozen. The women 
had good sized natural-looking breasts, the nipples pointed in their 
excitement, their pubic areas a uniformly trimmed tiny triangle. The 
men were shaven completely hairless and sported large cocks, though 
they were not erect.

After everyone was given a chance to inspect the goods, the music 
started again. This music was different; slower and more sensual. The 
dancers responded with slow rhythms and movements. The dancers would 
come together, kiss, then twirl apart, to spin leisurely for a few 
seconds and come together with a different partner.

After a few minutes of this the dance changed. It was apparent they 
were more than simple dancers as when they came together instead of 
kissing, the man would spin the woman upside down and hold her up while 
she sucked his cock. She would suck for only a couple of seconds, then 
he would spin her back onto her feet and the dancers would twirl off in 
different directions. 

It was incredibly sensuous. The tension in the room was slowly rising 
as the cocks of the men began to grow. I was really enjoying it, in all 
the years I have been going to shows in Vegas, this was the first time 
I had seen something like this. I felt for Jakes hand and grabbed it in 
mine. When he squeezed back I lifted it and placed in on my breast, 
under the gown.

The act of bending over to sit down caused my bottomless dress to 
billow out in front of me. Once his hand was under the material, he had 
full and unencumbered access to my entire body. I let go of his hand 
and watched the dancers as his hand explored my breasts and stomach.

The men were now rock hard from the combination of exhibitionism and 
cocksucking, but still the dance continued. Jakes hand felt incredible 
as he massaged my nipples and I arched my back and whispered to him 
what he was doing to me. He responded by running his hand down and 
between my legs. I was obviously wet and his finger easily penetrated 
me. My legs parted on their own to provide him better access.

Although it was dark and the stage show was amazing, by now the middle 
managers could tell something was happening in the booth beside them. I 
could not stifle a low groan as Jake found my clitoris and began to rub 
it. Being only middle managers they were powerless to do anything but 
pretend nothing was happening.

Jakes hand continued to rub my most sensitive spot and I quickly lost 
myself in the sensation. Soon I was arching my back and moaning in 
anticipation. His finger slipped easily inside of me and I knew right 
then what I wanted. I tried to tell him but the freight train hit me 
and my orgasm stopped all rational thought. Jake squeezed his knees 
together, pinning me as I shook from the intensity of it.
 
When I finally came back to earth, the middle managers were watching me 
openly so I guess I had not been as discrete as I had hoped. On the 
stage, the dance had changed again. Now the men lay on the floor, their 
cocks sticking up in the air. The women danced and flowed, every so 
often they would stop over a man, lower themselves onto him and fuck 
him for several seconds before standing up and twirling away. It was 
amazing to watch. It looked like fun and I was ready for Jake to do it 
to me. Arching back I whispered in his ear, "I need you inside of me. 
Right now, right here."

He responded only with a low groan. I raised myself up slightly while 
he fumbled with his pants, then I could feel his hard cock against my 
ass. It felt good sized and I was pleased it was already hard. By 
bending slightly and sliding my ass out of the gown I was essentially 
nude from knee and neck. A tiny amount of wiggling and his cock slid 
easily into me. Feeling comfortably full, I settled back with a sigh.

The dancers were reaching a finish, the amount of time spent dancing 
was getting less and less, while the amount of time spent fucking was 
growing. A couple of the guys were getting a strained look on their 
faces, as though they were fighting to hold back. Jake pushed his hips 
up and down in slow languid movements, sliding his cock in and out of 
my dripping hole.

It was a fantastic feeling. I was practically nude and being nicely 
fucked in the center of a room full of people who had no idea what was 
going on. The middle managers knew, they could see me going up and down 
and see quite a bit of exposed skin, but being only middle management 
they could not interfere with a senior executive. The music reached a 
peak and stopped. I was worried the lights would come on and reveal us 
but instead a spotlight shone on the center of the stage.

Jake continued his slow fucking, all the while massaging my breasts as 
two new people rose up from the center of the stage. The woman was 
small in size. She lay on her back on a small cushion. The man was not 
as muscular as the previous dancers, but his cock was another matter 
altogether. 

Another gasp went up from the audience as the true size of the monster 
became clear. I have seen some good sized cocks in my life. I've been 
to bed with three porn stars and a couple of NBA players who were 
impressive in size, but this was the largest cock I have ever seen. 
From this distance there was no way to tell if it was surgically 
enhanced but it dangled most of the way to his knees.

The dais they were on began to spin slowly, giving everyone in the 
audience a good view as he fed the tip of his cock to her upturned 
mouth. She sucked it eagerly, taking the head into her mouth. Jakes 
cock tightened inside of me at the sight.

As the monster cock grew hard it forced him further away from her 
mouth. At last he pulled out. Laying his balls on her face, his cock 
stretched down her chest, between her breasts and almost to her belly 
button. Once everyone in the audience could measure it, he stood up and 
retreated from her. The music stopped and Jake did too, he was 
obviously watching the stage. I have to admit I was paying more 
attention to the stage than the cock inside of me. What could possibly 
happen next? She seemed far too small to take a monster like that, even 
halfway in he would drive it clear up into her womb.

The music started a rising drumbeat. The male dancers lay on the stage 
with the females sitting on their cocks. They began to slowly twist and 
spin around the connection while facing the center. The anticipation 
grew with each rising note. Jakes cock began to pump inside of me 
again, I could feel the head sliding in and out in a faster rhythm. The 
man on stage held that giant cock before her face without moving.

The music crashed and there was a wild gasp from the audience. In one 
massive thrust, he speared her open mouth and plunged that behemoth 
into her all the way to the root. It must have hit the bottom of her 
stomach. If I had not seen it with my own eyes I would never have 
believed that tiny body could deep-throat a massive cock like that. She 
could have gotten a job as a sword swallower anywhere in the world. 

After holding it for a second, he slowly pulled it all the way out, 
allowing her to take in a big gulp of air before he pushed it in again. 
Jake was fucking me frantically now, no longer able to contain himself. 
I arched back and whispered into his ear, "don't expect me to be able 
to do that." He only grunted and then stiffened as he finally came. I 
could feel his hot fluids squirting inside of me. With an audible groan 
he continued to push into me, pumping for all he was worth. I squeezed 
as tight as I could, milking him for every drop, enjoying the luxurious 
slick feeling of sperm-lubrication. His cock shrank to almost nothing 
as he finally collapsed under me with a sigh.

We lay together with him still inside of me to watch the final act. The 
cock pumped in and out of her mouth with fast thrusts. The dancers, in 
a circle around the center stage, slowly fucked each other. The music 
built to a smashing finale. In the center, the colossal cock pulled out 
of the woman's mouth and aimed at it from a foot away. The dancers 
froze and all lights went out except for a spotlight highlighting that 
cock and her upturned face. It convulsed and began pumping rope after 
thick rope of cum into her open mouth, filling it to overflowing. The 
music burst into the finale and the lights went out.

There was a moment of silence and then the audience burst into a roar 
of applause. The lights came up and I noticed I was showing off a lot 
more than I wanted to. The middle managers were looking at the two of 
us with wide eyes so I jumped up and quickly arranged my gown while 
Jake fumbled with his pants. The applause was deafening as the dancers 
took bow after bow before collecting their clothes and heading 
offstage. Looking over at the slack-jawed middle managers, I looked 
them in the eye and asked sweetly, "That was an amazing show, did you 
like it too?" They agreed that it was quite an impressive show as both 
sides knew which show we were really talking about.


Chapter 6

After the show, the cocktail party resumed, though now the conversation 
was considerably more ribald than before. I excused myself and headed 
for the ladies room to clean up. Despite how romantic it sounds, the 
reality of cum dripping down between ones legs is not much fun. It's 
annoying and quickly gets sticky. I needed to get cleaned up.

The mirror showed a tale of woe, I looked exactly what I was, well-
fucked. My hair was a mess, the gown was a mass of wrinkles and it 
sported several obvious stains. The stains needed to be taken care of 
immediately before permanent damage was done to a dress that cost more 
than a month's wages. I was alone in the room, so I stripped off the 
gown and began to wash the trouble areas.

As luck would have it, as soon as I began to wash, the door opened and 
a young woman came in, her eyes widening at my nude body holding a 
dress under the faucet. She wore a wedding ring and I pegged her at 
about twenty-eight. Obviously I do not have any problem with being 
naked in front of people so I ignored her until she touched my arm and 
asked, "Are you one of those exhibitionist women?"

I was about to give a sarcastic reply but she seemed to be serious. 
"No, I stained my dress and I needed to get it cleaned off."

"But what about your underwear?" She seemed truly puzzled.

"I am not wearing any, so when I took off the dress, this is what I had 
left," trying not to sound too condescending, I pointed down at myself.

Her eyes looked me over carefully. I couldn't tell if she was a closet 
lesbian or just had never seen a naked woman before. "Aren't you scared 
to wear a dress without any underwear? What if something happened, 
people would be able to see your," she gestured toward my crotch, "you 
know."

I decided not to tell her I had just fucked someone in the middle of 
dinner. She seemed innocent, as though the whole concept of a woman 
being sexy was a foreign one. Laying the dress over a stall door, I 
dabbed at it with a towel.

"That's the whole idea, its fun and makes you feel sexy because it 
could happen. You should try it."

Her eyes grew wide, "oh no, I could never! What if someone found out?"

"Honey, this is Vegas. Sexy things happen here all the time. Did you 
know I slipped once?" I had an idea I could do a little more Vegas 
promotion with this girl. All I needed was the right story.

"What happened?" She was like a puppy now, eager to know all the 
details.

"I was wearing a conservative skirt to a date with my boyfriend, so I 
decided to try it without any panties."

She giggled at the thought, "what happened?"

"I sneaked into the bathroom and took everything off and I went out to 
see him and it was incredibly exciting," my little made-up story had 
her full attention. "I could feel the air moving around.down there.and 
I felt so exposed, like everyone could see me. But nobody could. I 
hurried over to tell him what I had done and wasn't paying attention. I 
slipped on a wrapper, fell right on my ass with my legs wide open and 
everything right out in public for everyone to see."

She was horrified, "oh god, I would just die. What did you do?"

"After I gave everyone a free show, I did feel like I was going to die 
of embarrassment. I mean," I leaned in close and whispered as though I 
was really embarrassed, "everyone, including my boyfriend knew what I 
had done. But you know what? Everyone turned back to their lunch and 
after the shock wore off, my boyfriend was really excited. That was all 
he talked about at lunch and later he was as hard as a piece of steel. 
If you know what I mean."

She laughed at the shared girls-only joke. "Plus," I continued, "I 
never saw any of those guys at the restaurant again." I leaned in close 
again, "but I bet they remember me!"

We laughed again, a couple of girls sharing an intimate moment. That 
was when I sprang my idea. "How long are you in Vegas?"

"Oh, my husband is part of this concrete thing. It's dreadfully boring, 
with meetings all day and these cocktail parties with people I don't 
know at night. We are heading for home tomorrow."

"Then I know just how to spice things up tonight."

She looked at me for an explanation. When I just grinned at her she 
finally understood my meaning. "I couldn't!"

"Sure you can," I soothed, "nobody will know if you watch where you 
step. You can take them off in here, and hand them to your husband for 
safekeeping."

I dropped my voice low as though there were eavesdroppers, "I guarantee 
that he will be amazed and consider it the sexiest thing you have ever 
done. Guaranteed to put some spice into your love life."

"You think so?" she bit her lower lip with indecision, "we could use 
some. He is always working late and is mostly too tired these days."

"I know so. He will be so horny he will probably leave early to drag 
you back to the room."

She giggled at the thought then stuck out her chin in resolution. "OK, 
I will do it. But you can't tell anyone!"

"Don't worry." This was really run, it isn't often a person gets a 
chance to help a pretty young woman open up sexually and start down a 
path to a more adventurous sex life.

She sneaked a peak around the deserted bathroom and reached for her 
zipper. "Allow me," I said and stepped behind her. I unzipped her and 
helped her out of her modest dress. She stepped out of her slip and 
stood before me in only in plain white panties and bra.

"Those too," I ordered. Giggling she unsnapped her bra, exposing very 
nice young firm breasts, nipples erect in her excitement. Her panties 
followed, revealing a large untrimmed hairy bush.

Looking at the bush I confided, "When the no-underwear thing gets 
stale, try shaving."

"But I shave my legs and underarms now," she protested.

"I mean shave all of your pubic hair off."

Her mouth formed a silent "O" but she didn't say anything.

"Don't worry," I chuckled, "it won't kill you. Guys think it's sexy. 
Some night when he is completely tired out from a  long week at work, 
you can give him a massage and then show him a bald pussy. I guarantee 
he will find some energy."

My use of coarse language shocked her, and I hastened on, "remember, 
when your man is overworked and too tired for you, it is up to you to 
keep the relationship going for him. You are his rock, the center of 
his universe and if you don't make the effort it will all fall apart. 
When he can't, it is up to you to put a spring back in his step."

She looked at me seriously for a minute, letting it sink in and then 
nodded. At that moment the door opened and a middle aged woman walked 
in. She took one look at the two of us standing nude together, turned 
around and walked back out.

I looked at us in the mirror, "I wonder what she was thinking."

My nude partner laughed, completely forgetting she had just exposed 
herself to another person. Still laughing, I zipped her dress up and 
stood back to look.

"From here, you look completely normal," I told her, "nobody will know 
except your husband what a wild sexual being you are underneath."

She giggled and wadded the pile of underwear into her hand. As she 
turned to go, she looked back at me and said simply, "thanks." 

"Your welcome," I knew what she really said. Girls have a language that 
is spoken in silent understanding. She didn't need to say "thanks for 
reminding me that I am sexual and helping me to solve my marriage 
crises," I knew she meant it.

Alone in the bathroom I checked my dress. The wet spots were merely 
damp now and I slid it back on. A few minutes work and I was ready to 
face the party again.


Chapter 7

The party was buzzing and the drinks were flowing freely. After the 
incredible show, the sexual tension was palpable in the room. Jake was 
with a small group of his partners and I deliberately approached the 
group on the opposite side of him. A light touch parted them and I 
walked slowly through the circle to Jake, feeling the pressure of their 
eyes on my ass. With my ass still pointing at his partners, I reached 
up and gave him a quick kiss then turned around to stand beside him. 
All eyes snapped back up to face-level as the conversation stuttered. 
Guys can be so obvious sometimes, but I pretended not to notice and 
asked Jake to introduce me.

We chatted for a few minutes. The men seemed genuinely surprised at my 
knowledge of the concrete business. I didn't bother to enlighten them 
of my hours spent studying; rather I let them assume it was due to a 
relationship with Jake. This deepened their assumption that Jake and I 
were an 'item' and increased their estimation of Jake as a successful 
business person. 

Eventually the group broke up and we drifted around the party, talking 
and chatting. Jake was making good contacts and I did my best to 
impress his business partners, walking back and forth to the bar and 
turning around to say hi to people. Invariably, the conversation 
faltered when my back was turned, but I did my best clueless woman 
impression and never seemed to notice when the guys played sophomoric 
tricks on me.

"Isn't that a friend of yours over there?"
"Where?" I would say and spin around, giving them all a perfect view of 
my naked ass.
"Oh, I guess not."

Toward the end of the party, the oriental man who seemed to be the key 
player came up behind me. I felt his hand on my ass before I knew there 
was anyone there. He gave it a very possessive squeeze, as though he 
owned it. I took an instant dislike of him and shifted over closer to 
Jake.

He acted as if nothing had happened and gave Jake a small bow. "I hope 
you enjoyed the show."

"It was fantastic," Jake enthused.

"Thank you. I saw the little show you put on in the audience. Most 
impressive."

Oh god, I felt like crawling into a hole. This little weasel had seen 
me riding Jake in the audience. I could feel the blush covering me and 
tried to regain my composure.

He laughed an oily laugh. "Quite frankly, I was surprised. You did not 
strike me as that sort."

"Yes, well," Jake was clearly embarrassed and unsure of how to respond.

"I am very glad my initial impression was incorrect. This party is 
winding down, however I am inviting a select few to my suite to 
continue the party in a more, exotic, fashion. Please consider the." He 
looked me carefully up and down, his eyes lingering on my curves. It 
gave me the creeps, like he was measuring me for a bondage ropes or 
something. ".both of you, invited," he continued turning back to Jake. 
Then without a word he turned and disappeared into the crowd.

"That was strange," Jake remarked, "still, it is quite an honor to be 
invited to one of his parties. I've heard they are over-the-top."

"I don't like him," I tried not to sound like a whiny little girl but I 
wanted him to know of my feelings. I had a bad feeling about that 
party. I would go as Jakes escort of course, but not willingly.

"Why not?" he was surprised.

"The way he looked at me, like he was sizing me up for some definite 
purpose. Plus he grabbed me."

"He did?" Jake seemed angry.

"He groped me when he came up to us," I hoped I didn't come across as a 
ditzy woman. 

"Then we are not going," Jake was firm.

"What about making work contacts?" I was nervous now, I didn't want to 
interfere with his business. He was a nice guy.

"I don't care," he gave me a squeeze and slid his hand down to cup my 
cheeks, "a rare flower such as yourself must be protected."

Poetry? I didn't know he had it in him. "Oh you are such a sweety," I 
melted in to him, giving his hand full access. He responded by 
exploring ever deeper. I reached up to kiss him.

We stood in the middle of the party and kissed. His hand dug ever 
deeper, sending little tendrils of pleasure through me. When we finally 
came up for air, I knew exactly what I wanted. "What do you say we head 
back to your room and see if room service can send up some chilled 
champagne?"

"I thought you never fraternized with the clients," he teased.

"I don't. My contract explicitly states that sex is not part of the 
arrangement." I looked up at him and gave him a sexy smile, "but there 
is nothing stopping a girl who likes a guy from doing whatever she 
wants."

I looked at my watch, "besides. It's long after midnight, so 
technically you are not a client any longer."

He laughed and gave me a squeeze. 


Back in his suite, the windows looked out over the neon and the people 
far below. We stood on the balcony, looking down at them. It felt good 
to snuggle into him and let him wrap his arms around me. It was chilly 
though and I had very little on, even with my wrap. Reluctantly we went 
back inside. I sat him down in the armchair and then sat in his lap. He 
was a pretty good kisser and soon we were exploring each others bodies 
with mouths, tongues and hands. My dress began to be a serious 
impediment to our fun and I knew it was time to be rid of it. I stood 
before him, letting him watch me as I slowly and sensuously worked my 
hips.  It was a miniature strip-tease but I only had one piece of 
clothing on. I needed to make it last. I danced, giving it a slow 
energy designed to leave him breathless. At last the silk was raised 
over my head and I stood before him.

I work out quite hard, averaging five days a week in the gym, plus 
aerobics and dancing. I watch what I eat very carefully. So I am pretty 
confident I have a sexy body, but it is always nerve-wracking when you 
care about what a person thinks and they see you for the first time. 
Fortunately, he liked what he saw. I let out a breath I didn't know I 
was holding and started swaying again. This was going to be a fun 
night.

I was still dancing before him when there was a knock on the door. Our 
champagne had arrived. No way was the waiter going to see me dancing 
around naked like a cheap hooker so I headed for the bathroom. Halfway 
there I got a better idea, perhaps a little bit of fun would be 
appropriate. I jumped onto the bed and lay on my stomach, letting my 
nude body be seen from the door. Jake opened the door and signed for 
the champagne. Just as the waiter looked up, I arched my ass up and 
said "Come back to bed lover, six times is not enough."
The waiter looked from me to Jake in awe, gulped and almost ran down 
the hallway.

"You're terrible," Jake laughed as he handed me a glass, "that kid will 
be telling stories about all the kinky sex going on up here."

"Um, let's hope he gets some of them right."

He lay on his back as I undid his trousers, reached in and hauled it 
out. Having done it once already tonight he was not hard yet, despite 
my dancing. It was nicely sized, not gigantic or strangely shaped or 
anything unusual, just very nice. It had that meaty spongy feeling I 
love so much when it is partially erect. The head was slightly purplish 
and the thick vein along the side was already pulsing. 

I knew exactly where this thing belonged and lowered my head to it. It 
tasted fantastic. He had obviously wiped himself during the evening but 
I could still taste echoes of my juices and his previous cum. I swirled 
my tongue around the head, cleaning and licking him. The shaft 
lengthened and hardened. I sucked and licked, working the head into the 
back of my mouth.

When he began groaning I knew I had to stop. Since he had already cum 
once tonight, I surmised one more would be his limit and I wanted it to 
be inside of me. Slowing my pace, I began to add in other actions. I 
licked the shaft slowly and sucked his balls. I kissed my way up to his 
nipples and gave them some attention. I rubbed his chest and abdomen. 
We were both enjoying the slow sensual build-up.

At last the timing felt right. I rose up over him and slowly lowered 
myself. I could feel him at my entrance, then with a rush he was all 
the way inside. It felt wonderful. The full feeling when a man is 
inside you is hard to describe but every woman knows what it feels 
like. For a second I just enjoyed the feeling, and then he shifted 
underneath me.

Rising slowly up and down, I closed my eyes and concentrated on the 
feeling. The head slid in and out and I could feel it all the way. I 
was already well lubricated, not just from before, but I was really 
enjoying this slow screw. He slid easily in and out, while I maintained 
a slow and steady rhythm. I started rocking a bit, causing it to tip 
forward and back. The extra pressure it put on me brought an 
involuntary gasp. 

Pleasure emanating from my nipples surprised me and I opened my eyes to 
see his hands caressing them. The double sensation caused the waves of 
sensation to build inside me. With a glad feeling I could tell I was 
heading for my second orgasm of the night. It grew swiftly and almost 
before I knew it, it hit me with the force of a freight train. The 
sensation exploded inside me and I lost the ability to move my body. 
With aching gasps I moaned, helplessly impaled on his cock. He took up 
the task of fucking me while my body shuddered and spasmed, lifting me 
with a heave of his hips. 

When I could function again, I realized I had collapsed on top of him. 
My orgasm was a big one and I wanted his seed inside of me but I had no 
strength left in my legs. I rolled off him. The terrible emptiness 
between my legs helped to revive me. I wanted that hot fat cock back 
where it was supposed to be. Spreading my legs I gasped, "Get on top of 
me, lover."

He rolled over on top and with one quick thrust he drove it into me. It 
felt like it went all the way up to my throat and I had been split wide 
open. I gasped and would have told him to stop but he was already 
pulling out and ramming it back in. The feel of his weight pushing his 
cock into me, forcing me down into the bed, was what I needed. I 
squeezed it as much as I could, feeling the hardness of it as it rammed 
home. 

He was thrusting like a jackhammer now, unable to control himself as 
his balls began to boil and the primitive caveman part of his brain 
took over. He slid in and out more and more swiftly, then I felt the 
head swell up and I knew he was about to cum. This was the penultimate 
moment for a woman and I enjoyed every second of it. Giving pleasure to 
a man is the greatest gift a woman can give and this was the ultimate 
reward. 

He grunted a loud moan and rammed into me. My cries mingled with his as 
I felt the pulsing of his cock and the splash of his white hot cum as 
it pumped into me. Over and over he slammed into me, spasming and 
pumping. I squeezed as tightly as I could, milking it for every drop, 
enjoying the sensations, the feeling of connection, of being a woman 
who has pleased her man.

At last his thrusting slowed, his body sagged and his cock began to 
shrink. The once mighty rod of steel became a noodle and then popped 
out as he sagged down and collapsed on me. I knew enough not to try and 
do anything for these first few seconds. The human male needs time to 
recover, to regain some semblance of intelligence again. I waited, 
enjoying his weight and the cum inside of me.

At last he groaned and raised himself up on one elbow and looked down 
at me. This is a very crucial time for a man. He has just fucked a 
woman and now awaits her decision. Will she tell him he is a lousy 
lover and pop his ego balloon or give him a quote he can tell his 
friends about. 

I looked at him and smiled, "God that was incredible. Your cock feels 
so good I had the biggest orgasm."

There was relief in his eyes and he smiled back at me, the conquering 
hero. "Wow, I haven't done it twice in one night in ten years."

"Mmmm," I buried my face in his chest hairs, "think we can make it 
three times?"

"Not on your life," he laughed and rolled off me, "I won't be able to 
get it up for a week."

I cleaned us both up with a warm washcloth and we lay arm in arm in the 
bed. As I suspected, the combination of the late hour, the exercise and 
all the alcohol hit him as soon as his heartbeat went back to normal 
and within fifteen minutes he was fast asleep.

Climbing out of bed without waking him, I made sure his alarm clock was 
set and headed back to my place.


Chapter 8

His flight left at noon and I wanted to see him off. Not only because 
he was a good client but also because he was a nice guy. Besides, I 
wanted to see him again. Only a hooker fucks a guy in his bed and then 
leaves, never to see him again. He deserved a kiss goodbye.

Sensibly attired in a conservative skirt and blouse I arrived at his 
suite just as he was leaving for the airport.

"Vanessa, I was hoping to see you before you left!" He was directing a 
small squad of porters. They strained at the suitcases and sample 
cases. "Will you ride with me to the airport?"

"Of course, I am glad you have not left yet."

The tinted windows of the limousine prevented the harsh sunlight from 
penetrating and we sat together watching the road slip past.

"I want to thank you for everything," he began, "I was hesitant at 
first. You were highly recommended but," he let the word trail off. I 
knew what he was thinking, that I was expensive and didn't allow any 
sex.

"I am really glad I met you," I told him with open honesty. He looked 
at me and was going to say something, probably a smart-aleck reply 
about how I say that to all my clients, but he could see in my face I 
meant it.

"I enjoyed myself these last few days," I continued, then gave him a 
smile, "some parts more so than others." He grinned at that then 
laughed, "Do you remember Johnson's face the first time he saw that 
dress of yours?"

I had absolutely no idea who Johnson was but I smiled. It was all the 
encouragement he needed as he burst into laughter. "He got so red I 
thought he was going to pop a blood vessel. I'm going to tease him 
about that for a long time."

The limousine arrived at the airport and I stepped out onto the curb 
with him. 

"Good by," he said a little uncertainly.

"Is that all I get?" I looked at him with a sly expression, "come here 
you and give me a proper goodbye."

He laughed and took me up in his arms and gave me a proper kiss.



Epilogue

"He said I was to take you anywhere you wanted to go," the driver told 
me once Jake had disappeared from view.

"Hmmm, just a minute," I didn't feel like riding back into town alone. 
Perhaps I could kill two birds with one stone.

I spotted a likely looking target, a good looking single man with a 
suitcase coming out of the airport and heading toward the taxi stand.

"Excuse me," I rushed up to him. He turned at my voice. "Yes?"

"I rented a limousine to take me to my hotel, but now I'm kind of 
regretting it. It seems expensive. I was thinking, perhaps we could 
share the ride and the cost. He will take us anywhere we want to go and 
with both of us riding it will be cheaper!"

He considered it while I filled in the details and finally agreed. The 
driver was a good one and did not comment as he put the man's bag into 
the trunk.

"Hi," I held out my hand," my name is Vanessa."

"John," he said, giving me a firm handshake.

"John, that's a nice name. A strong name. I am pleased to meet you."

The driver held the door for me as I stepped inside, John right behind 
me. I decided to get the party started and pretended to trip. I fell 
into the limo with a cry and sprawled. Jake hastily climbed in behind 
me and helped get me seated. 

"Are you all right?"

"I think so, but my ankle hurts."

"Here, let me take a look at it," I spun around in the seat and put my 
foot in his lap. With my legs bent he had a clear view up my skirt to 
the pink satin thong I was wearing.

"I am such an idiot," I told him, ignoring his fleeting glimpses up my 
skirt as he massaged my ankle, "I started drinking on the plane cause I 
wanted to have fun in Vegas! This is the place where you can be as wild 
as you want to be and you don't have to tell anyone and I am really 
planning to be wild this weekend."

He didn't say anything but continued to massage my ankle and sneak 
peeks up my skirt. 

"Ummm," I gave a little sigh and settled back against the cushions 
letting my legs open slightly to give him a better view, "that feels 
wonderful."


********************************************************

Several weeks later, Jake's payment arrived. It included a five figure 
bonus on top of my usual fee, plus I still have the dress. Like I said, 
he was a nice guy.

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