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What Happens in Vegas
by The Technician

Female Exhibition Fantasy

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Woman tricked into public exhibition at high school reunion.

This is a very mild female exhibition fantasy. There is no real sex or
bondage or any of that, just a young woman flashing her naked twat for
all the world to see... or did she?

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The following warning is probably not needed for this particular
story, but I am including it because it does apply to most of my
stories.

WARNING!  All of my writing is intended for adults over the age of 18
ONLY.  Stories may contain strong or even extreme sexual content.  All
people and events depicted are fictional and any resemblance to
persons living or dead is purely coincidental. Actions, situations,
and responses are fictional ONLY and should not be attempted in real
life.

If you are under the age or 18 or do not understand the difference
between fantasy and reality or if you reside in any state, province,
nation, or tribal territory that prohibits the reading of acts
depicted in these stories, please stop reading immediately and move to
somewhere that exists in the twenty-first century.

Archiving and reposting of this story is permitted, but only if
acknowledgment of copyright and statement of limitation of use is
included with the article.  This story is copyright (c) 2015 by The
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It was just before eight o'clock on Saturday evening and Sandra
Kowalski was all but dragging her husband, David, by his elbow into
the central ballroom of the Blue Sky Casino. "We are going to be
late," she said, "and I have to give the welcoming speech."

She stopped, turned to face him, put her hands on her hips, and asked
in a very irritated tone of voice, "Why are you dawdling?" 

Grabbing his hands she added, "You normally almost run along in front
of me. I'm having to pull you along. It's like you don't want to be
here."

"That's because I don't want to be here," he answered sharply. "I told
you I  hate high school reunions."

"But this isn't your typical high school reunion," she replied. "How
many ten-year class reunions are held at a Las Vegas casino?" Then she
smiled and added, "...and at no cost to anyone in the class. All we
have to pay for this entire weekend is any booze that we drink."

"You have never fully explained how the class president managed to
arrange that," he grumbled. Then he stopped once again and asked, "How
did you pull that off?"

"My excellent negotiating skills," she replied as she once again
pulled him along. "And having a class vice-president who has a high
level job here at the casino."

"I thought Gerry was an aerospace engineer," David said. "Last I heard
he was designing flight simulators for an aircraft company. What in
the heck does he do here at a casino?"

"You'll have to ask him tonight," Sandra answered brightly. "All of
the class officers are sitting together." She then pointed over to one
of the tables at the front of the room and said, "You go sit down. I
need to welcome everyone and explain the events of the evening."

David walked over to the table Sandra had indicated as she walked up
to the podium at the front of the room. Her welcoming speech was the
standard "so glad you could be here" sort of stuff you'd expect at any
class reunion. She then went on to explain that everyone had one
hundred dollars worth of complementary chips at their tables for use
later in the casino. Tomorrow morning and afternoon were scheduled as
free time and tomorrow night there would be a smaller gathering in the
penthouse lounge for those who were not going home until Monday. That
turned out to be almost all of the class.

"Those of us who are staying Sunday night," she said as she ended her
remarks, "are also going to get a guided tour of the Strip. So
everyone meet out front at exactly 6:00 o'clock and we will walk the
sidewalks together with our guide before going up to The Blue Sky
Penthouse Lounge for a meal and more time together."

The regular entertainment for the room then began. The show was
entitled "Modern Burlesque" and featured everything from several
strippers re-enacting famous routines to highly-skilled. modern pole
dancers, two of whom danced completely naked. Huge screens on the
walls displayed closeups of both dancers' glistening pussy lips as
they spun and gyrated around their poles.

"I can't even imagine why someone would show off their body like
that!" David huffed. His disapproval was obvious in his voice. "Who
would ever willingly do something like that?"

Sandra remained silent, but Gerry spoke up. "I'll bet Sandy would," he
said. "She was quite a tease and exhibitionist in high school. Look at
how her eyes are glistening. I'll bet right now she's imagining
herself up there flashing her snatch to the entire room."

Again Sandra didn't respond. What was she going to say? "Gerry, you
are absolutely right."

That was the truth, but she couldn't admit that in front of her
up-tight husband. Instead she changed the subject. "Gerry," she began,
"Dave was wondering what an aerospace engineer is doing working for a
casino in Las Vegas."

"You're seeing it," he said as he pointed to the giant displays. "I am
Vice-president of Presentation Electronics. Everything is electronic
these days- and it's not just automatic cameras that follow a dancer's
twat as she swings around a pole.  Some of the full routines are
animated or have animated backgrounds. We even have some pretty
good-sized rooms that are totally gimbaled and powered with hydraulics
so that people can feel the motions of whatever is on the screens. We
can blast you off into outer space or take you for a tour of any city
in the world. If you're willing to pay for it, we can even put your
face on any body in the show when it projects on the big screens."

"Wow," said Sandra, "where do you go from there? What's next?"

"The Strippermobile," Gerry answered joyfully. "That's my current big
project. It has three different modes. The outer panels of the back
can look like an ordinary truck or it can project recordings of a pole
dancer or stripper as if they were being seen through windows into the
inside of the truck. Or everything can be live with the cameras inside
the truck being sent directly to the outside panels. 

"The inside of the truck works the same way. It actually is a pole
dance stage and the inside wall screens can either show images of
pre-recorded scenes or display what is actually outside as if the
walls were made of glass."

He laughed and then said, "Sandy, if you really wanted to, you could
do a naked pole dance routine in the middle of Times Square... and
never leave the garage." He leaned in a little closer and continued in
a more quiet tone, "Wouldn't that be an exhibitionist's ultimate
fantasy?"

A quick cough from Dave brought Sandra back to the reality of the
room. She took a deep breath and tried to compose herself, but her
eyes were still practically glazed over. For a moment, in her mind,
she had been swinging naked around a pole in the middle of Times
Square.

"Or," Gerry continued, "you could flash your stuff all the way up and
down the Strip."

"What's the purpose of putting that much work and technology in such a
vulgar vehicle?" Dave asked. His disapproval showed on his face and in
his voice.

"Publicity with self-censorship to stay just inside the law, among
other things," Gerry responded. "The driver can switch from live to
video at any time, or switch from a G-rated routine while traveling
outside the Strip, to a PG at the edges of the main drag, and then to
full X in the center where there shouldn't be any precious snowflakes
to be traumatized. When in the neighborhoods totally outside the
downtown area the displays can be also be set to look like a regular
painted delivery truck."

He looked over at Sandra and said, "I'm even setting it up to be a
flight simulator ride of sorts. I haven't sold the hotel and casino on
it yet, but I'm sure they would go for it. The Strippermobile
Experience would allow a woman to really release her inner slut
without having to worry about what cell phone videos might end up on
the internet. After all, what happens in Vegas is supposed to stay in
Vegas."

Gerry turned to look at Dave and smiled. Then he said cheerfully, "Why
don't you and Sandy drop by my labs tomorrow. I could demonstrate the
whole setup for you. It's almost complete. All it needs is a beta test
shakedown and it will be ready to roll out on the Strip."

"It would have to be early afternoon," Sandra replied. "I have to meet
with the penthouse staff for final planning before we tour the Strip."

"And I am playing golf with several other husbands," added Dave, "so
she would have to come by herself... if she comes at all."

"Do I detect a note of jealousy?" Gerry said with a chuckle. "Afraid
that an old high school flame might get rekindled are we?" He then
laughed once again and clinked glasses with Sandra. 

In response, David fumed and looked down at the drink he was gripping
firmly in his hand. Gerry looked over at Sandra and raised his
eyebrows before looking back to Dave and saying, "I assure you that
Sandy will be perfectly safe with me. My boyfriend, who couldn't be
with us tonight, works with me in the lab and will be helping run the
final tests tomorrow. If everything goes well, Strippermobile 2.0
really is scheduled for its first public run tomorrow night."

"Dave," Sandra said, "In case you didn't catch on, Gerry was never my
boyfriend. In high school it was more like he was just one of the
girls. He wasn't officially out of the closet, but everyone knew. So,
he isn't an old flame that you have to worry about. He's more of an
really safe old girlfriend. We have always been and will always be
just very good friends."

"OK," grumped Dave. "Just don't do anything stupid."

"And by stupid," she explained with a forced smile to the rest of the
table, "he means anything that might be fun."

Turning to look directly at her husband seated next to her she huffed,
"Lighten up! This is Vegas. Can't a girl have a little fun once in a
while without you worrying about what the neighbors might think?"

"I tell you what," Gerry said. "I will meet with you and the event
coordinator from The Penthouse at 2:30. Then we can go over to my labs
to look at the Strippermobile. You will be back here in plenty of time
to do your last minute checks and I will be here in plenty of time to
lead the tour of the Strip."

Sandra was nearly bouncing in her seat like a little girl being
offered her favorite ice cream as she said, "That works for me."

Dave looked more like a kid in a dentist's waiting room as he
muttered, "I'll be playing golf." Then he added ominously, "Remember,
don't do anything that might get back home. We do have an image to
maintain. And not everything that happens in Vegas stays in Vegas."

Gerry was about to say something in reply, but at that moment a swarm
of waiters and waitresses flooded into the room bringing their meals.
They were fast and efficient and within moments everyone was served.

Following dinner, there were the customary speeches and reminiscences,
and of course, the stupid prizes for longest married, most kids, who
came from farthest away, and all of that. A little before midnight,
the party broke up with most of the guests wandering into the casino
itself to see if they could parlay their free chips into a windfall
fortune. By one am, most had exhausted their supply of chips and were
headed up to their rooms.

***

The afternoon meeting with the event coordinator from The Penthouse
restaurant was your typical, boring, go-down-the-checklist type of
meeting that is a part of setting up gatherings at any hotel or
resort. At least it lasted only an hour, so by 3:45, Gerry and Sandra
were walking out the front door of the casino.
 
After his car was brought around, he headed up Las Vegas Boulevard for
a couple of blocks and then turned off the Strip and zig-zagged over
to West Reno street and a rather nondescript building that looked like
it had once been an auto repair shop- it had been.

From the outside, the place looked almost abandoned, but once you
stepped in through the security doors, it was bright, clean, and
modern. The surprise showed on Sandra's face as Gerry clicked a remote
and lights automatically came on in what was apparently his work area.
"The run-down exterior keeps the tourists away," he explained. After a
short laugh, he pointed to the myriad of cameras hanging from the
ceiling and added, "And the electronic security keeps the competition
honest."

"Good afternoon, Ralph," he said to the nearest camera.

"Good afternoon, Mister Bruger," echoed from the speakers on the wall.
"Please verify," the voice continued.

"Authorization code Alpha-Seven-Zero-Zero-Six," he replied. Then
leaning close to Sandra he explained, "That means you are a visitor
with full rights and I can show you what I am working on."

"What if you got the code wrong?" she asked.
 
"The fact that it started with `alpha' means you are a full-access
visitor," he answered with a smile. "And as long as I call him
`Ralph,' and the code ends in six everything is fine."

Looking a little more serious he continued, "But if I had called him
`Dave'... or ended the code with a nine... or started it with
`x-ray'... or not given a code at all, one of us might be lying on the
ground with a bullet in the leg right now."

Gerry chuckled at her wide eyes and finished with "This is Vegas. They
take their security very seriously here."

He then clicked his remote once again and a large garage-style door
rolled upward to reveal what appeared to be a small moving truck. "And
this is why," he said. 

Stepping to one side, he added with a flourish of his arms, "I present
to you, the Strippermobile Flight Simulator."

Another click of his remote and the walls of the truck, which
displayed the logo of a furniture company, seemed to suddenly turn
transparent, revealing a room with a carpeted floor and ceiling, and a
shiny brass pole mounted in the very center of the room.  Two leather
swivel chairs were mounted on the floor adjacent to the wall which
separated the area from the cab of the truck. That wall was also
covered in the deep blue carpet. 

"How would you like to be the very first person to try the
Strippermobile Flight Simulator Experience?" he asked.

"How realistic is it?" she replied.

"You will think we are driving down the Strip," he answered. "You can
even wave at the people on the sidewalk if you want and they will wave
back."

Sandra remained silent for several moments. Finally she said quietly,
"Promise you won't tell David?"

"I assure you he won't hear it from me," Gerry answered.

He then pressed another button on his remote and one side of the truck
body raised up like an old-fashioned garage door. "That's actually a
screen on both sides," he explained. "Someday you will have a choice
of almost anywhere, but for now I have it programmed so that from
inside it will look like we are driving down the Strip."

"I wish I could do this for real," Sandra answered breathlessly. "I
would love to flash my body to everyone on the Strip, including our
whole class. But David is right. If it ever got back home, it could
cause problems for him and his business."

"Pretend it is real," Gerry said with a big smile. "And who knows, you
might get your wish. Remember, this is Vegas where, sometimes, dreams
do come true."

"I thought that was Disneyland," Sandra said with a slight laugh.

"Same song, different verse," Gerry replied.

He then helped Sandra climb up a small set of steps to a platform so
that she could enter the back of the truck. As the panel came back
down, the three outer walls of the truck appeared to become
transparent. 

Gerry's voice came from the speakers, "It would probably be best if
you sat down at the beginning until you get used to the movements of
the truck. It will feel exactly like we are going out on the road,
including the jerks and jostles."

The sound of a truck starting up startled Sandra, and then the room
began to vibrate slightly. She could hear a garage door opening and
the truck felt like it began to move. Gerry had been right. It was
exactly as if they were pulling out onto the street.

She sat and watched some older buildings with a few houses
interspersed go by. Then Gerry's voice said, "If this were real, the
outside of the truck would still be the furniture van. You would be
able to see out, but no one could see in."

After a short pause, he added, "The show area starts in about two
blocks, so get ready."

Sandra stood and grasped the pole. After glancing around for a moment,
she kicked off her heels so that they landed under one of the chairs.
As she stood holding lightly to the pole, the driver reached the high
end of the Strip and started down the boulevard. There were groups of
people here and there on the sidewalks but it wasn't particularly
crowded. 

Gerry's voice came over the speakers. It sounded slightly weird,
almost like it was echoing... or being amplified to external speakers.
"The Blue Sky Casino," he bellowed out, "presents our amateur stripper
of the night... Sandra."

He paused and said in a more subdued voice, "Remember, you too could
ride the Strippermobile either for real or as a flight simulation at
the Blue Sky Casino. And for your entertainment, our professional
dancers will be appearing regularly here in the Strippermobile and
also each evening at the Blue Sky Penthouse Lounge."

Bump and grind music with a heavy beat began blaring from the
speakers. Sandra grabbed the pole and pulled herself up a few feet off
the ground. She knew what she was doing because she had been taking
pole dancing classes for several years. She told Dave it was "to keep
in shape," but her real reason was an almost obsessive fantasy of
someday being able to exhibit her body to an audience.

"I should have worn something easier to take off," she aloud said to
herself.

Gerry answered, "Improvise. It will make it look more real."

"Oh!" she said. "You can hear me!"

"And see you," he replied. "You've kept your body in very good shape.
I still have those pictures of you streaking the homecoming game
senior year. Nobody every figured out that was you, but I was the one
waiting with the fake trash barrel so you could hide as soon as you
got behind the bleachers. The cops chasing you never did figure out
where you went."

Sandra turned slightly red as the memories came back to her.

"And luckily we scored a touchdown just as you took yourself over the
top while you were squished down inside there so nobody but me heard
you."

Sandra now turned totally red and stammered, "I didn't know you heard
me."

Gerry laughed and added, "Sandra, EVERYONE would have heard you if
they weren't cheering so loud."

"Looks like the memories have gotten you in the mood," he said. "Your
headlights are definitely at high beam and if I'm not wrong, your
panties are soaking wet."

In response, Sandra did a spin split and turned upside down. Her mini
skirt fell down toward her waist totally exposing her bright blue
panties which were, indeed, a much darker blue in the crotch.

"You might try a knee swing while you get rid of that skirt," Gerry
suggested.

Sandra dropped her left foot to the floor and hooked her right knee
around the pole. Then pushing herself with her left foot she began
spinning backward around the pole while at the same time unzipping the
short skirt. When she grabbed the pole and pulled herself upward once
again, the skirt dropped to the floor as she began spinning faster
around the pole.

Another suggestion from Gerry came through the speakers. "A flat
hanging spin would be perfect to lose the blouse,"

Sandra brought her legs around the pole so that it was tight against
her crotch. Then she straightened her legs and crossed her ankles so
that the pole was held tight. Twisting hard with her hands, she left
go and leaned back so that she was almost horizontal as she continued
to spin around the pole. Her hands flew to the buttons on her blouse
and a moment later it fluttered to the floor.

"Let's give them a few minutes of a P & B routine as we go down the
Strip," Gerry advised. "And then I will let you know so you can time
it to go to full exposure as we go past the Blue Sky."

Sandra felt a flush of heat go through her and the pole suddenly
became very slippery between her legs as she went through one of the
routines which she had learned in her classes. Even though this was
just a simulation, the thought of flashing her naked body to her class
was greatly exciting her. Head down with her back to the pole, she was
now holding on with her hands behind her back and doing an upside down
splits that fully exposed her increasingly wet crotch to the world.

"Lose the bra," Gerry said, and Sandra went into an aerial leg spin
that left her hands free to release the clasps. Soon she was spinning
topless around the pole.

"Now is the tricky part," Gerry said, suddenly sounding very serious.
"You have to get the panties off without actually flashing your
genitals. The best way is to face the pole and just slide them down.
Then keep your pussy pushed against the pole for the rest of the
routine. That keeps us legal for what is allowed outside the casino
itself."

Sandra stopped her spinning and stood pushing herself against the
pole. The cool brass felt almost cold against her stomach as she
pressed her chest and abdomen against the pole. She quickly slid the
panties down over her hips and pushed them down as far as she could
reach. Then lifting one leg, she dragged them the rest of the way down
with her toes. She was now standing totally naked facing the
non-transparent front wall of the truck. Her body was pressed tight
against the pole as she did pelvic thrusts in time to the music. Each
thrust forced the pole deeply between her pussy lips, but her clit and
actual opening remained behind the pole.

"Full spin as we go past the casino," Gerry yelled, and Sandra pulled
herself back onto the pole to began a spin.

As she rotated around the pole she could see people on the sidewalks
staring at her. The pole felt cold and slippery rubbing against her
hot crotch. She let herself go into an almost horizontal spin and
watched upside down as the traffic and the crowds spun around her.

"Thirty seconds before we close it down," Gerry said quietly and
suddenly Sandra knew that she had to do it.

She lowered her head and raised her feet until she was once again
almost vertical and upside down. Then reaching around behind her back
she grabbed the pole. A moment later, her legs came loose from around
the pole and she was back into an upside down splits spin.

This time it wasn't her soaked panties that were exhibited to the
crowds. It was her glistening pussy on full display. On the fourth
spin around the pole, the sides of the truck suddenly changed to look
like white painted wood and the music changed to some innocuous
elevator pop.

"Back to furniture truck mode," Gerry said. "We will be back in the
garage in just a few moments."

When the side of the truck opened once again, Sandra was lying on her
back in the middle of the room. Her hands were between her legs. "Good
thing I kept the outside music on," Gerry said with a smile. "You
haven't gotten any quieter as you have gotten older."

Sandra stood slowly on very wobbly legs. The truck was back in the
garage. From the cables and hydraulic lines attached to the computers
at the side of the bay, it was obvious that they had never left the
building.

"Remember," Gerry said as Sandra pulled her clothing back on, "you
need to meet with the coordinator at 5:30 and then be at the front
doors at 6:00 for our guided tour of the Strip. Make sure you are
exactly on time because I have a surprise ready for you that you will
remember forever."

***

Sandra wasn't sure why she had to meet with the event coordinator
again since they seemed to have gone over everything earlier, but her
agenda-driven nature brought her to the coordinator's office at
exactly 5:30. 

"What did we need to talk about?" she asked. "I thought we had
everything nailed down this afternoon."

"Let me check my notes," the staff person replied and then began
rummaging through a stack of papers on her desk. Two incoming phone
calls and an interruption by a secretary later, she looked up and
said, "Oh, I see now. Gerry indicated that we needed to talk, but my
notes show that we did get everything arranged this afternoon. Sorry
for the inconvenience."

As she left the office, Sandra noted that the clock on the office wall
read 5:55. "Just time to make it to the front doors," she thought to
herself as she hurried through the lobby.

The rest of the class and their spouses were waiting on the sidewalk
as she came out of the casino. Their eyes were wide open and their
mouths were agape. One of her classmates turned to face her, pointed
at her, and said in a stammering voice, "Here... here... here's Sandy
now. It... it... it... couldn't have been her. She would never have
had time to get dressed."

Gerry started laughing and everyone stood looking back and forth
between him and Sandra. "I'm sorry, Sandra," he finally said between
laughs. "I decided to demonstrate my faceover software and
superimposed your face on the body of one of our strippers in the
Strippermobile. Too bad you weren't here to see it. You really gave
everyone a great show. Especially there at the end."

Sandra felt herself flush with heat and felt the liquid gathering
between her legs as she realized what had occurred. With Gerry's help,
she had, in fact, flashed her naked cunt to the entire class just like
she had always dreamed of doing. It took her several moments to regain
control. Finally she composed herself and exclaimed, "Gerry!" Then
trying to sound very upset she added, "You could have gotten me in a
lot of trouble."

The class began laughing. One classmate said, "You really had us
going, Gerry. I would have sworn that was Sandra in that truck."

"Do you really think I would ever do something like that?" she asked,
still trying to look very offended. Turning to Gerry, she said, "To
make up for that, Gerry, you are buying David and me supper tonight."

"It's the least I can do," he replied. "Besides, it's all being
charged to my comp account anyway and being written off as a publicity
expense."

***

Later, after walking the Strip and stopping in at several of the
attractions, the group returned to the Blue Sky Penthouse Lounge for
their evening meal. As they were eating, David leaned close to his
wife and said, "There is one thing that I still don't understand. How
did Gerry know to superimpose a dolphin tattoo on either side of the
stripper's pussy lips?"

Sandra just smiled and responded, "I guess that is one of those
mysterious things that happens in Vegas... and truly stays in Vegas."

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