These stories are meant for people who are Adults.  If you are not at least 18 years old, or are offended by erotic or sexual material, please do not read.

I post the entire story each time so that people do not ask me to send them the earlier parts each time.  The story is a work in progress that sometimes changes in addition to being added to.  If you like the story please let me know.  Thanks, Lynne



LAS VEGAS 

Nichole called on Wednesday to say that she and Sara had a special weekend planned for my birthday and that I was to just show up at the airport in Salt Lake City on Friday after classes and a plane ticket would be waiting for me for Las Vegas.  I was turning 23 and it they had planned a big weekend for me.  We would be staying at Caesar's and they promised it would be a weekend I would never forget.  Based on my previous two weekends with both of them, and my numerous nights with Nichole, I expected nothing less.

I packed for a weekend away and told my roommates I was going to see a friend up in Ogden.  I had never been to Vegas before but expected a weekend of dancing, gambling and dining, as well as some other fun things up in our hotel room.  While I got some of that, I never expected the weekend to be as wild as it was to be.

When I got off the plane in Las Vegas it was about 8:00 there was a limo driver waiting for me.  I had expected Nichole to pick me up, since Sara never came to the airport to meet me before, but never expected the limo.  But there was a woman dressed in a limo driver uniform holding a placard with my name on it.

"I'm Lynne," I said as I walked up to her.  She was about my age.  She was Hispanic with dark hair and dark eyes. She made me think of what Sara must have looked like when she first came to Vegas.  She had told me the story before.  She came seeking fame and fortune, ended up working as a dealer and then a stripper before she met her husband.  Then after 15 years of being married to him and taking his verbal, physical and sexual abuse she had finally left him but not before she got a nice eight figure settlement.

"Hi," she smiled as she looked at me.  "My name is Isabelle and I was told you were going to the Palace.  The limo is right out front."

She took my bag from my hand and led me through the airport.  I was amazed to see that there were slot machines right in the airport. All over the place were ads for casinos and shows.  But what I found most interesting was watching Isabelle's well fitting tailored slacks hug her very well shaped bottom.

We got to the limo and I was awestruck.  I had never seen a limo that was this big.  Isabelle opened the door for me and I started to climb in.  I stopped at the door just so I could look at it for a moment.  It easily could have seated a dozen people inside, had a full bar, a entertainment center, several telephones, curtains on the windows, two moon roofs and the upholstery was very dark, very nice leather.  I noticed a bottle of champagne, chilled and opened was sitting in an ice bucket with one flute.  After I climbed in Isabelle climbed in after me.  She poured me a glass of champagne. I then noticed the shopping bag that was sitting over in the corner. Isabelle handed it to me as she put my bag on one of the seats.

"I was told to tell you that you are to change into what is in there, since I will be picking up your friends at the Palace and taking you all to dinner and then a night out.  You can either put what you have on in either that bag or your luggage.  I will bring them all back to the hotel after I drop you off for dinner."  Isabelle climbed out of the back of the limo and closed the door.  She got in the front and closed the privacy window.

I leaned back into the luxurious leather and took a sip of the champagne. This had Sara's fingerprints all over it.  The surprise limo, the bag with what I was supposed to wear and most of all the surprise of everything.  She seemed to love to keep people off balance.  I took another sip of champagne and opened the bag.  On top was a note from Nichole.

"Dearest Lynne,

Welcome to Las Vegas.  Sara and I went shopping last night and decided that for your birthday you should have something nice to wear for your first night in Las Vegas.  I hope I remembered your size. Everything is in this bag.  You will find a dress, shoes and a small purse.  Sara thought this should be enough.  Everything you have on can either goes into this bag or you can put it in your luggage.  Isabelle will be taking everything back to our suite while we have dinner.  After dinner we will be going to a club at the MGM for a special party that is being held for the fight that is in town this weekend and from there who knows.  If there is anything special you want to keep in the limo please give it to Isabelle because she has been instructed to take everything else to the room.

Oh, and before dinner we will make one stop.  Sara has made you an appointment to get your hair and makeup done for tonight.

Love you,

Nichole."

I opened the bag and sure enough there was a beautiful dress.  I took it out and examined it.  It was dark red, very short and actually a size too small for me.  I am sure that this size was not a mistake.  It was silk and had to be very, very expensive.  It would also be very, very revealing since there was no way to wear a bra with it and the material was so silky that panties were out of the question.  I laid it on the seat next to me. Also in the bag was a matching pair of shoes, with very high heels, also very expensive.  I put these next to the dress.  The final thing in the bag was a tiny evening purse that would hold maybe a pack of cigarettes but not much more.  It went next to the shoes. That was everything.  After reading the note again I understood what Sara and Nichole were expecting.  What was in the bag was all I would have with me, or on me, for the night.

I drained the glass of champagne and poured myself another one.  I was sure to need it.  Something told me that Sara and Nichole had some plans for the evening that I was not yet privy to.

I put my champagne down, closed the curtains of the limo and started to undress.  I had worn a pair of jeans and blouse for the trip down, fully expecting to change once I reached the hotel.  I took off my sandals and put them in the bag.  Next I unbuttoned my blouse, took it off and folded it up.  In the bag it went.  Next I took off my jeans and placed them in the bag.  I looked up at the privacy window.  It was very dark and I could just barely make out the shape of Isabelle's head as she drove through traffic. I unhooked my bra.  It felt so strange to be driving in traffic getting naked.  I felt that familiar tingling sensation between my legs as I let my bra fall from my shoulders.  One hand instinctively went to my nipple and my fingertips started to caress it. My other hand dropped the bra into the bag.  I leaned back against the seat, took another gulp of champagne, emptying the glass for a second time and then filled it one more time.  I ran the cool glass across my nipples. They were responding nicely.  Not only did I like my nipples because of how playing with them made me feel, but I also liked the way they looked, especially when they were hard. I dipped one finger in the champagne and then ran that finger over my nipple as I took another sip from the flute.  I let myself side down in the seat and closed my eyes. My hand started to travel down from my breast, down my tummy to my fabric-covered mound.  I took one more sip of champagne and put he glass down.  With both hands I slid my panties down my legs and let the fall to the floor around my ankles.  I lifted one foot, placing the heel on the edge of the seat as one hand went to work on my mound, the mound I had so carefully shaved just this morning.

I was lost in myself, thinking about all the people driving by, thinking about Isabelle, just a few feet away, none of them knowing what I was doing, when suddenly Isabelle's voice came over the intercom.

"We are about two minutes from Caesar's," she said.  

I realized that my hand that had been working on my mound was covered with my juices.  I looked around and saw a box of tissues and quickly grabbed a couple.  First I cleaned up my mound and then my hand.  I quickly slipped the dress on and zipped it up.  Not a moment too soon as the limo came to a stop.  I just had put on my heels when the door opened.  Sara and Nichole were standing there, dressed for an evening out.  Nichole was in a short dress, much like mine, short but without the plunging neckline mine had.  Sara was dressed in a knee length dress that really showed off her ample, if enhanced, breasts.  To look at the two of them you would not have guessed either of them to be in their 40's.

As Nichole got into the limo she gave me a big hug and kiss.  Her tongue was instantly searching for mine.  Nichole was the best kisser I had ever known, and the feeling of her tongue exploring my mouth instantly renewed the feeling of excitement between my legs that was only now ebbing.  We kissed for several seconds before we broke it off.  I blushed when I realized that Isabelle was standing right outside the door watching the whole thing.

Sara and I gave each other a quick hug and kiss, as we usually did.  During her hug she reached up under my skirt as she always did.  I had been told the first time that I had met her that I would not be allowed to wear underwear in her presence, and the first thing she always did was check.  Her fingers roamed over my bare buns and then, reaching around from behind, brushed between my legs.  Satisfied she sat down next to me.  Nichole sat down on the other side.

Isabelle leaned in the door and asked for both the shopping bag and my carry-on.  I was embarrassed by what she had seen when I greeted Nichole and Sara.  It was made even worse when she smiled at me as I handed her both bags, smiled and looked at my now very erect nipples that were very visible through the thin silk of my dress.  My face must have been as red as the dress I was wearing.

Isabelle closed the door and Sara, Nichole and I started to chat.  They asked me about my flight and filled me in on what our night would entail.  We were first off to a friend of Sara's salon, where the two of them had spent the afternoon, to get my hair and makeup done.  Nichole told me that they would also be happy to give me a manicure and pedicure while they were working on my face and hair.  After the salon it would be off to dinner, at a place also owned by one of Sara's friends and then onto the big pre-fight party that was being held that the MGM.

"And from there, who knows?"  Sara said after Nichole had finished.  Something in her voice told me however that she had definite plans for us after the party.

As we sat in the limo I noticed both Sara and Nichole appeared to have a lot more on than I did.  While Nichole was obviously braless, since she rarely wore one nor did she really need one since, as she often said, if she didn't have nipples she would have no breasts at all.  Both also either were wearing pantyhose or stockings, although I couldn't tell which.  Sara also obviously had a bra on since there was no other way her very ample breasts could be held up and together simply by the fabric of her dress.

We chatted on the short ride to the salon.  They asked how the beginning of the new semester was going and how my summer was.  I asked how their trip to Hawaii had gone, and told them how much I wished I could have gone with them, something they had offered but for obvious reasons, such as being gone from home for two weeks without any really good excuse, I had to turn them down.  They said it was great and that they had no tan lines, not that they usually did since they both spent so much time at Ten Thousand Waves in Santa Fe.

We arrived at the one of the other hotels and Isabelle dropped us off at the front door.  We walked through the casino to get to the shops and I was amazed at all the people that were there playing all sorts of games.  Slot machines were flashing and ringing, people were yelling at some of the tables and money was flying everywhere.  We arrived at the salon, which was more like a spa and Sara's friend greeted us at the door.  It was obvious they were waiting for me because I was instantly whisked away to a private room by someone who was introduced to me as my 'beauty consultant' in the back while Nichole and Sara left with the owner into a private lounge where they could wait for me.  As I was led right past everyone who was waiting I was given the evil eye by several women who were in the front reading a variety of magazines or catalogs.  This place even smelled like money and I couldn't believe I was here.

The little room I was taken to had everything you could imagine a spa/salon having.  There was a massage table, and luxurious leather chair that was more like a lounge chair than a salon chair.  The put a short white smock on me, to protect my dress.  It was only an inch or two longer than the dress I was wearing.  As soon as I was seated I was offered some caviar, something I had never had so I had to try it.  It was salty but didn't taste as bad as it looked.  I was also offered my choice of champagne or several other beverages. I chose a glass of Cristal.  From some door I didn't see, suddenly 4 other people appeared.  One would be doing my make-up, another my hair, another my manicure and the last my pedicure.  I was told that normally they would start with a massage, but because of the rush that Sara had requested they skip that part.  They let me finish my glass of champagne and then quickly got to work.

The chair seemed like something out of a science fiction movie as various trays and rests seemed to appear out of nowhere.  First I was reclined and a portable sink was brought over so my hair could be washed.  At the same time the arms of the chairs opened and became manicure stations and the foot rests extended and separated to hold my feet for the pedicurist.  I quickly had three women working on me, one doing my hair, one my fingernails and the last my toenails.  The woman who was to do my makeup was checking out certain colors, matching them with my hair, skin and eyes.  She decided that because of my tan, naturally rosy cheeks and coloring that I would only need some light work around my eyes and lips and almost no other makeup.

I closed my eyes as the woman finished shampooing my hair.  To call it a shampoo really didn't do it justice, it was more like a great head massage.  I could feel my tension melt away as she massaged my scalp, shampooing and then rinsing with water that was just hot enough, but not too hot.  I started to drift as I enjoyed the pampering.

Soon my head was wrapped in the thickest and softest towel I had ever felt.  I could almost feel it pulling the water from my head it was so absorbent..  The hairdresser quickly squeezed the water from my hair and started to slowly dry it with a blow dryer as they continued to work on my fingernails and toenails.

Up until this point I was enjoying being spoiled so much that I really hadn't thought about anything, but now that I was a little more upright I had a chance to watch a little more of what was going on.  While most of the staff was working like a well-oiled machine, the young woman who was doing my pedicure seemed to be having a little trouble concentrating on her work.  She kept adjusting herself on her stool and glancing upwards.  Only then did I realize what must have been happening.  Between my short skirt and white smock, the partial reclining of the chair, and the way the individual foot rests had my legs slightly spread, she must have had a full, unencumbered view of my naked mound.

The woman who was doing my pedicure seemed to be a year or two younger than I was.  She had short jet-black hair, dark eyes, multiple piercings in her ears and one in one eyebrow and one in her lower lip.  I could also see, peeking out just a little, on one breast, a tattoo of some sort.  As she worked she also kept licking her lips and I could see that she had a pierced tongue.  The more I looked at her the more she reminded me of my ex-girlfriend.  She was much more butch than I was and very into body piercing and body art.  The more she reminded me of my ex-girlfriend, the more excited I became.  I scooted down a little lower in the chair and opened my legs a little more.  She glanced up my legs once more and this time her eyes opened a little wider.  Her hands gave her away as she accidentally dug a little too deep under one of my cuticles, causing me to jump slightly.  

"Sorry," she said looking up at me.  I just smiled, leaned back and tried to scoot down a little more.

I could tell the other women in the room were not happy with my friend's little faux pas.  They gave her disapproving looks and the woman who was in charge crossed her arms and shook her head.

"It was my fault really," I said, trying to undo some of the damage I had done.  "I moved my foot, I am sort of ticklish down there." 

As if to tell her what down there I was really talking about, I spread my legs a little wider.  She tried to concentrate on my feet but I caught her glancing up once again, at my increasing excited and wet mound.  Now I was the one who was having a problem sitting still.

I closed my eyes and let them work on me.  All the time however I could feel myself growing more excited.  Every few minutes I would open my eyes, to check and see if my friend was still sneaking peeks.  If she weren't, I would wiggle a little and make sure I closed and opened my legs.  That seemed to always get her attention.  Finally I was able to make eye contact with her.  When I did, I closed my eyes and licked my lips.  Then I contracted my muscles and could actually feel a little moisture get pushed out of me.  I opened my eyes and her eyes were locked on my mound.  I pulsed my muscles and her eyes widened and she dropped the little tool she was using.  When she looked back up at me, I licked my lips, closed my eyes and let myself relax one more time.  I knew if I kept this up I would have a stain on the back of my dress and that would not do with the big plans Sara and Nichole had for the night.

I relaxed and tried not to think about my friend working on my toenails and just enjoy the experience.  I had never been so pampered in my life.  Soon the manicurist was done with my nails but the woman working on my toenails seemed to be taking an unusually long time.  I smiled when I thought that the reason for this was that she must have been enjoying the view I was providing her.  Soon my hair was done and they started working on my makeup.  Finally the pedicurist stated that she was finished.  I asked them to stop for a minute so I could look at her work.  I pretended that I couldn't see them very well from so far away, and I pulled one foot up and put the heel on the edge of the chair.  If the view she had before was something, this one was even better.  She smiled one last time as a complimented on how much I loved what she did.

"It was my pleasure," she responded with a smile.  This time it was she was the one who licked her lips.  She gathered up her tools and left leaving only my beauty consultant and the woman who was doing my makeup.

It was a few more minutes before they announced that they were done.  I had avoided looking at what they were doing with my hair and face.  When I did look in the mirror I was very happy with it.  My hair was done up, something I rarely do, and looked beautiful.  It had just a couple of strands of curls dropping down on the sides of my face.  My makeup was better than I had ever seen it.  She had done a great job pulling out the colors in my eyes and my lips were so luscious looking I almost wanted to kiss myself.  I thanked them both and was led back to a waiting area.  Here again I had my choice of champagne and snacks, if you can call caviar a snack.

I was given another glass of Cristal and snacked on some delicious pate and croutons.  They told me that I could wait here for Sara and Nichole.

A couple of minutes later the woman who had given me a pedicure walked in.  She looked over her shoulder as she did so.

"Hello Miss," she said.  She kept the door open but at the same time seemed a little nervous.

"Hi," I replied with a smile.  I re-crossed my legs, which I consider my second best asset since they are well tanned and well toned, long and shapely and took a sip from my glass.  I looked down at my toes, which peeked out the end of my heels.  "I just love what you did."

"The pleasure was all mine Miss," she almost whispered, blushing slightly.  "In fact," she reached into the pocket of her smock and took out a card, which she held out, "if you ever want another pedicure I would hope you would ask for me.  In fact, we don't advertise it much, but we do provide a service where we can come up to your hotel room and provide whatever services you require."

I took her card and looked at it.  It had all the information on it of the salon and only her first name, Maria.  I turned it over and saw she had written a telephone number on the back.

She seemed very nervous now.  She looked over her shoulder again to make sure no one else was within earshot.  "That is just in case you should need anything when I am not here.  We are open 24 hours but if you want me specifically that would be the best way to contact me.  I do more than just pedicures you know."

It seemed that Maria had said more than she wished to because now she really blushed and turned away.

"Oh I am sure you do, in fact, I was really wishing there was more I could get done today, but my friends are in a bit of a hurry." I replied, amazed at my own daring.

Just then Sara, Nichole and the owner of the salon appeared in the doorway.  Maria smiled at me one last time and said, "Well Miss, like I said, it was a pleasure to serve you today and I hope to see you again."  She excused herself and left the room.  Sara raised an eyebrow as she saw me tucking the card away in my purse.

I thanked the owner for the wonderful service she and her staff had provided and she said the pleasure was all theirs.

"Sara is an old and dear friend, and we always seek to please her friends."  The owner smiled, as she looked me over.  "And to be of service to such a beautiful young woman is an even greater pleasure."  

I blushed and couldn't help feeling awkward.  My bravado of a couple of minutes ago was now completely gone as I felt like a shy little girl.  I could feel goose bumps rising on my skin as what seemed like a chill went through me.  My nipples hardened and were easily visible through my dress.  This time however it was through embarrassment and not arousal.

The owner smiled as she saw my reaction and didn't try and hide the fact she was looking at my breasts and erect nipples.  "If I can ever be of service in any other way, Sara has my number."

Sara gave her a smile and as they kissed goodbye she whispered something in her ear.  Nichole then took my hand and led me out of the room and to the waiting limo.

"What was that all about?" Nichole said as we were walking to the limo.

"Oh, nothing," I replied with a little smirk.  "She just wanted to make sure that I enjoyed my pedicure and to tell me that if I ever wanted another one that I should make sure to ask for her."

Nichole raised an eyebrow and looked at me.  I smiled knowing for once I had put one over or both her and Sara.  I doubted I would ever get a chance to call Maria for a more private pedicure, but the idea that of doing it certainly intrigued me.  I wondered privately where else she had piercings and body art.

Nichole and I got in the limo and Sara joined us a minute later.  I thanked them both for the trip to the salon.

"It was worth it," Sara said.  "You look luscious."  Sara had a way of exaggerating everything, but in this case I had to agree with her.  In this dress, with this makeover I must agree, I looked good enough to eat.  And something told me that before the night was over, at least one of the two women I was with would make sure that happened.

Our next stop was a place called Nora's.  After the trip to the salon it was almost disappointing as we drove up.  I was expecting some grand restaurant in one of the casinos.  Instead this place was a small cafe in a strip mall, far from the Strip.  Sara said she had ate here everytime she came to Vegas and that she felt it had the best Italian food west of Chicago and East of San Francisco.

She was right.  What this place lacked in flash it made up for by presenting some of the best food I had ever had anywhere.  I felt a little out of place, all dressed up, but Nora made me feel like I was a long lost daughter.  She was an older Italian woman, who Sara had told me immigrated from the old country.  She used only homemade pasta and the freshest ingredients.  We started with a bottle of Italian red wine and a plate of fried squid, or calamari fritte as Nora called it.  After that we had the antipasto and then I had the most delicious pasta dish I had ever had in my life.  It was linguini covered in a sauce of olive oil, capers, green olives and other delicious ingredients.  And the size of the plate was enormous.  Even with not eating since breakfast, and being very hungry, I couldn't even finish half of it.

When dinner was finished, Nora, like the Italian woman she was, still wanted to feed me.  I was too full for dessert, and had had one to many glasses of wine already, so I accepted her recommendation of an espresso.  Like everything else it was excellent, and so strong that it actually helped clear some of the fuzziness the wine had brought to my head.

Over the espresso Sara told me a little more about the party we were to go to.  She said it was at the MGM grand and that it was for the big fight they were having there.  She knew the manager of the 'room' and we would have great seats.  She also told me that I could expect to see all sorts of celebrities both from the world of entertainment and sports, and that I shouldn't walk around with my mouth hanging open all night.  I was to have fun, but to also remember that the people there were there more to be seen than to have fun.  We were going to have fun, but not everyone there would be approachable or even civil if you weren't "somebody."  I also was to under no circumstances ask for an autograph.

I listened intently and suddenly felt quite inadequate.  I knew Sara knew people, but I suddenly wished she hadn't told me so much about the party.  My excitement had suddenly turned to nervousness.

Isabelle brought the limo around front and Sara said goodbye to Nora.  She promised to visit the restaurant on her next trip to Vegas.  We all climbed in the limo and headed back towards the Strip.  I suddenly realized it was almost midnight.  Where had the night gone I wondered.

When we arrived at the MGM it was like we were rolling up to some Hollywood Awards Ceremony.  The line of limos waiting to let off their passengers must have be twenty to thirty deep.  And most were even bigger than the one we were in, and a lot were SUV limos, something I had only seen once or twice before in my life.

As we waited Nichole poured me another glass of champagne.  I downed it quickly hoping to calm my nerves a little.  She poured me another and this one I sipped slowly, determined not to get drunk and make a fool out of myself..  I had a mild buzz now, but not enough to be called drunk.

Finally it was our turn to unload.  Isabelle pulled up to the curb and a mountain of a man opened the door for us.  We got out and flashbulbs popped, until the photographers decided we weren't anyone important or famous.  Several of the men behind the ropes wolf whistled as I was helped out of the limo by Mr. Mountain. His hand was so huge that mine was almost completely lost in it.  I had never seen a man who was that big before in my life.  He not only seemed like he was almost 7 feet tall, but he was a true mountain of muscle.  If he had a neck, I certainly didn't see it.

Sara said something to the man at the door, who was almost a twin in size to the man who had helped me out of the limo, and he quickly checked his list and let us in.  This entrance was more private, not leading us through the casino, and I suddenly found myself looking down on a large room, about half full right now.  We were at the top of this beautiful staircase.  I was amazed not only the people who I saw in there, celebrities of all sorts, but also by the place itself.  It had a huge dance floor; tables and booths scattered about and was just what one would have thought of if you went into one of the exclusive clubs you had heard about it.  Even the staircase was something special.  It looked to be made of all glass.  Suddenly I remembered I was not wearing underwear, as I looked through the staircase, and at all the people seated at tables and in booths that were directly underneath it.

"Umm, Nichole," I whispered in her ear.  "I can't walk down that."

"Sure you can, what is your problem?  You haven't had that much to drink."  She started down.  Sara was already two steps ahead of us, following someone who I assumed was taking us to our table.

"I mean I don't have any panties on.  Look at all those people down there."

Nichole laughed. "Suddenly shy?  That is not like you.  Usually you love to show off."

She pulled away and followed Sara.

Now I was stuck.  I was at the top of this staircase and Sara and Nichole were half way down already.  I looked around and everyone seemed to be busy talking, dancing or drinking.  Oh what the hell I figured and I started walking down the stairs thinking that no one would notice.

How wrong I was.  As soon as I started down the stairs I noticed a table of what looked like athletes looking up.  They had obviously taken that table specifically for the view, because later in the night I noticed that any time a young woman in a short dress started down the stairs, their eyes went immediately upward.  Now I was going from embarrassed to a little mad.  I knew men would do anything to get a glance at a woman's crotch, and that most athletes were worse than most men, but these guys were just down right pigs.

"Okay, you want a show, I will give you a show."  I said to myself.  "I will give you a show that will make you want something that you, nor any other man, will ever get a chance to touch."

Nichole had turned around to check that I was following her when I pretended to stop and fix my shoe.  I turn around on the stairs and put one foot on the higher stair and pretended to adjust my shoe.  I did this right over the table of athletes so I know they would get a good view.  I spent a long time working on the shoe, even removing it and pretending something was wrong inside it.  Every eye on that table was looking up now, and even some more men had been called over.  I pretended to not notice anything that was going on down below me.  Finally, when I knew they had gotten themselves an eyeful, and some of them probably had something else full, I finally finished 'adjusting my shoe' and continued down the stairs.

"What was that all about," Nichole asked when I reached her.

"Oh, just something in my shoe I guess," I told her.

She glanced over at the table of now hooting, hollering and slobbering pigs and raised an eyebrow as she looked at me.  "Don't start anything that you might not want to finish," she grabbed my arm and hurried me to catch up to Sara.

We were seated at what had to be one of the better tables in the place.  We were near the dance floor but far enough away that we didn't have people dancing on top of us.  The entire place was sort of tiered, with four tiers that went out in more or less concentric circles from the dance floor.  We were on the second tier and had a great view of everything that was going on.  The DJ was just off to our right, and apparently he was some hotshot himself because he had several celebrities and what looked like groupies hanging out around him, we had a view of the staircase so we could see everyone who entered and everyone in the place could see us.  There was already a bottle of champagne in a bucket waiting for us and three glasses were quickly poured.  Sara smiled as she looked around.  She was definitely in her element.

We weren't there more than two minutes when a waitress brought over another bottle of champagne.  She said it was from the table of 'gentlemen' over under the stairs.  Gentlemen my ass!!!!!  Well, actually that is what those 'gentlemen' were interested in, my ass, or my pussy at least.

Sara looked at me and raised an eyebrow.  She then looked that the location of the table and smiled.  She knew what was going on and she approved.  Sara loved teasing men as much as I did, the only difference was that she would also sleep with them, something I had never done and had no plans of doing.

Well, at least for a bunch of pigs they had good taste, even if it was unimaginative, they had sent over a bottle of 1989 Dom Perignon.  I raised my glass to them and crossed my legs, letting my short skirt ride up high on my thigh.  I must admit, with all the beautiful women around, all the celebrities and models, all the showgirls and 'escorts' I did enjoy the fact that these men had noticed me, even if it was because they had a great view of my shaved mound through a glass staircase.

I was in awe of all the people I saw at the party.  Some of the most beautiful, if surgically enhanced and sculptured, women I had ever seen were there.  They were wearing some of the most beautiful clothes I had ever seen, as well as some of the most revealing.  Besides their clothing, many were wearing tens of thousands, if not hundreds of thousands of dollars in jewelry around their necks, hanging from their ears, on their wrists and fingers.  I saw one woman who even had a pierced belly button with what had to be a five-carat diamond attached to the stud.  Almost all the women there were young and beautiful, even if most of the men were well past their prime.  But the main difference was that while almost every woman was beautiful, it was just as easy to tell that almost every man there was rich, and some very much richer than others.  One rather old, rather fat and rather ugly man was sharing his table with six women, all probably less than twenty, all very beautiful and all probably making a very nice amount of cash for one evenings work.

After we had been there a few minutes one of the guys from the table under the stairs came over to ask me to dance.  I recognized him immediately as a member of one of the Phoenix sports teams.  The stories about him around town were legendary.  He was married, but that didn't seem to stop him from visiting many of the dance clubs and singles spots around town.  He even had gotten in trouble once at a club that had erotic dancers.  Apparently one of the dancers boyfriends had not appreciated the attention his girlfriend was getting from this guy and ended up getting thrown through a window when he tried to get this guy to leave her alone.  It never made the daily papers but was common knowledge throughout the town.

"Hi," it was easy to see that the had been drinking, perhaps a little too much, "enjoying the champagne?"  He pulled up a chair and sat down right next to me.

I looked at Sara and Nichole, unsure what to do.  "Yes we are," Sara piped in.  He never even looked at her, instead staring first at my face, then at my breasts.  "In fact, we were just talking about what a good taste you have in champagne.  1989, a very good year."

I don't think he ever heard a word Sara had said.  His eyes now were checking out my legs and he pulled his chair a little closer to me.  He put his hand on my knee, perhaps more to steady himself as he leaned closer to me than to just cop a feel of my leg.  His beery breath exploded in my face as he thought he was whispering to me, "Why don't you and I head out to the dance floor, where we might get to know each other a little better."

I could tell Sara had just about had enough of this oaf.  But at the same time she was enjoying my obvious discomfort.  Nichole on the other hand was obviously wishing this guy would just leave.  I had seen her jealous before and that look was starting to seep into her eyes.  I moved his hammy hand off of my leg and looked over at Sara wondering what I should do.

"Why don't you two young people go have some fun," Sara said, sounding much like a caring aunt and not what she really was.

That was all he needed as his hammy hand grasped my upper arm and virtually carried me to the dance floor.  I looked back over my shoulder to Nichole.  My eyes said please help me.  Sara just grabbed her wrist and held her tight.  My eyes shifted to Sara with a look that said I would get her back for this.

Once we reached the dance floor I was very happy to see that it was fast music, even though this did not keep him from putting his hands on me every chance he got.  I don't know if it was just that he was drunk but although he was a pro athlete, he moved more like an elephant with an inner ear problem on the dance floor than someone who made his living with his body.  Not only did he keep grabbing at me, he kept bumping into other people on the dance floor.

I must say even with this ox on the dance floor with me it was an amazing place to be.  I had never been so close to so many people I had seen only on TV or in magazine before.  She had won a Grammy.  He was a hot new actor.  She was a Playboy Playmate who married that famous guy.  There were the two famous women who I had heard rumors about in the lesbian community dancing together.  He played for the World Champions.  I sort of lost myself in my surroundings while Mr. Stumblebum continued to make a fool out of himself..

Just my luck however, the music changed from a hip-hop beat to a slow dance..  Most couples left the floor, and I went to do so also when he grabbed me and pulled me towards him.  He was so strong that even when I tried pulling away he simply held me, firmly, not hurting me, but sending a clear signal that he wanted to dance to this song.

We started to sway to the music and I felt lost in just the physical size of this man.  I am not a small woman, but he was so much larger than me that I felt like he was wrapping himself around me.  At first things went okay, even though his breath was almost too much to take.  But soon things started to go bad.  With one hand he pressed my face into his chest while his other hand started to paw at me.  He ran his fingers along the sides of my breasts.  Then he grabbed my ass.  I tried to pull away but he just held me tighter.  I was having trouble breathing as I could feel his hand reaching under my dress.  Oh my god, not just under it, he was lifting it up.

I tried to push away but couldn't.  He had me held tight and as his hand reached down and started pulling up my dress I tried to hit him but it was like hitting a brick wall.  Any second now my entire ass would be in view of everyone in the club and this guys hammy hand was trying to force its way between my legs.  I tried to push his hand away but all that seemed to do is make him more determined.

Suddenly, something happened.  I felt a smaller hand grab my arm as I felt the huge mass of muscle let go of me and start falling away.  I quickly smoothed out my skirt in back as I watched, in seemingly slow motion, the mountain fall.  Remember the saying, the bigger they are, the harder they fall, it is true.  Not only did he fall slowly, but when he hit the entire dance floor shook.  He lay there blinking his eyes and looking around, unsure of what happened.  I looked down at the hand that had kept me from falling over and realized it belonged to one of the two women I spoke about earlier.  She, whom I will call LT and her friend who I will refer to as DB had stayed on the dance floor and were dancing next to us.

"I saw what was happening, and figured you could use a hand." She leaned over and whispered in my ear.  Her friend was standing next the fallen mountain with a look of mock horror on her face.

"I am so sorry," her friend said looking down at him.  "I didn't see you, I must have knocked you over."

His friends were laughing back at their table.  He still lay there, shaking his head from side to side, still not sure exactly what happened.

"Thank you so much," I said to LT.  "I just couldn't get away from him.  He was too strong and too big."  I was embarrassed to admit that this creep could nearly assault me on the dance floor, but I was also very happy LT and her friend had been there.

"Don't worry, women, booze and athletes just don't seem to be a good mix."  She walked me away from the scene, where DB was pretending to help up the mountain, but kept 'accidentally' dropping him when he tried to use her hand to help himself up.  Finally two of his friends came over and lifted him off the floor.  I don't know if it was his drunken state of embarrassment that made him forget about me, but whatever it was I was thankful.

DB came over and joined LT and I.  "Well that was close she said.  Are you okay?"

I explained besides being somewhat ashamed that I had let that creep do that to me, that I was fine.  "Thank you so much.  Another second and I just don't know what would have happened."

"Oh, actually it was kind of fun," DB said with an impish grin.  "I love it when those kind of guys get shown up, and even more so when I am the one to do it."

LT shook her head, "And one day it is going to come back and bite you."

"Moi," DB said, faking innocence.  "But, I didn't do anything, in fact I even tried to help him up."

We all shared a good laugh.  I looked over at Sara and Nichole and saw that Sara had a rather stern look on her face.  I knew I was in a little trouble, but for what I wasn't sure.

"Oh shit, now what did I do," I said under my breath.

Both LT and DB gave me a questioning look.  "I just think I am in trouble."  I motioned to Sara and Nichole.  "I better go over there and see what is going on."

"Well, we are coming with you," LT and DB both said at once.  "After all, we are now your official protectors."

"I don't know," I paused looking over that Sara.

"We are coming with you," they each grabbed and arm and started walking me over to Sara and Nichole.

"Well, I see that the first time I let you off on your own, you create quite a stir." Sara said, her voice was not angry, but it did tell me she wasn't happy.

"HEY," DB interrupted.  "It wasn't her fault.  The guy was a creep and if I hadn't 'bumped into' him, well she would have ended up being assaulted right there on the dance floor."

Sara gave DB a look that would have stopped most other people, but DB was not just anyone and suddenly there was a war of wills.  DB looked at Sara with the same look Sara gave her.  She was now officially my protector and she seemed to be taking her roll seriously.  LT put her arm around my waist and pulled me close to her.  Nichole just looked away, unsure which side to be on, and also not happy with LT's arm around me.

The staring contest must have lasted for 30 seconds.  Unbelievably Sara blinked first.  "Okay, I guess your right.  I really couldn't see what was going on out there.  Lynne, are you okay?"

I looked down and nodded.

DB spoke up, "Lynne, so that's your name.  Well I am D and this is L."

"Like I didn't know?" Suddenly I felt silly.  She was just being polite, but both of them were well enough known that the introductions were really unnecessary.

"Well, why don't we all just have a drink," LT said as she pulled over a chair to our table.

"Oh my," again I blundered.  I had not introduced Sara and Nichole.  "This is Sara and this is Nichole."  Sara's look told me I just had gotten strike two.

"Glad to meet you," DB chimed up.  "But enough of that, lets have some fun."

DB flagged a waitress down and ordered drinks for herself and LT.  Sara poured me another glass of champagne and handed it to me.  I gulped it down, as suddenly the entire thing that happened hit me.

DB is the one who put her arm around me this time, as I had somehow gotten myself between her and LT.  I put my head on her shoulder and she started to stroke my hair as I cried.  Now I really felt silly, crying on DB's shoulder, but I just couldn't stop.  She pulled me closer and finally I got a hold of myself.  I lifted my head up.

"Sorry, I don't know what got into me."  I looked in DB's eyes, tears still in mine.

DB reached up and brushed away my tears.  "Hey, you were nearly raped out there, you are entitled to a couple of tears."  DB leaned forward and kissed me gently.  Her lips stayed on mine a moment longer than they should have for just a friendly kiss.  I can't say that I didn't like it.  In fact, if she had gone farther I would have welcomed it, even with Sara and Nichole sitting right there.

We spent the rest of our time at the MGM with DB and LT.  They were very friendly and not anything I would have expected.  Here I was, a nobody, yet suddenly it was as if I was there best friend.  We danced, sang and generally had a great time.  Even Sara seemed to be having fun.  All sorts of famous people came over to our table either to see DB, LT or Sara and some even joined us for a while.  I met and danced with people I never even dreamed about having a chance to ever see up close.  Basically, I had a great time.

The party was scheduled to go on all night, but Sara told me that we were going to have to leave soon.  As soon as DB heard this she grabbed me and took me out on the dance floor.

"You have danced with just about everyone else but me.  Now it is my turn."  She led me to the far side of the dance floor, a side where the lights were a little darker and there were less photographers and celebrities.

"So who are Nichole and Sara?" DB asked as we started dancing.

"Oh, just friends," I said trying to be vague.

"Hmmmm, friends.  At first I thought one of them might have been your mom or aunt or something.  But it is obvious that you guys are probably not related."  DB said.

Sara had made sure that I moved over to her side at one point, and she kissed me more than once, and they were not kisses that a mother or aunt would give..  Nichole was enjoying herself, but was obviously jealous of all the attention I was getting.

"Well, maybe a little more than friends," I admitted, looking down.  I was still not out and was not used to admitting the fact I was a lesbian to anyone, never mind someone famous.

"Hey, we all have 'friends' don't we.  And those that are a little more than friends."  The music slowed is if on queue and DB moved towards me.  She put her arms around me and we started to sway together.  "In fact, if you would be interested, I wouldn't mind becoming more than just friends with you."  She kissed me, and this time the kiss did last longer, and go farther, than the one she had given me at the table.

I was glad we were on the other side of the dance floor, away from cameras and away from where Sara and Nichole could see me.  DB and I danced and kissed for the remainder of the song.  Her mouth was so warm and soft.  I loved the feeling of my breasts pressed against hers.  We would kiss, smile at each other, talk a little and then kiss some more.  When the song ended we just sort of stood there in each other's arms, looking at each other.  This time I kissed her and she pressed herself against me.  I didn't want this moment to end, but as the song started up again she broke off the kiss.  She opened her purse and handed me a card with just a number on it.

"That is my personal cell phone.  Call me."  She said.

"I am only going to be in town for this weekend," I said, staring at the card.  "Then I have to go back to Provo."  I put the card in my bag.

"Utah, great, I love skiing at Deer Valley.  Maybe we can go skiing one weekend.  I have a friend who has a house right on the mountain we could have, all to ourselves."  She kissed me one more time and then grabbed my hand and we rushed back to the others.

Sara and Nichole were already to leave.  I gave LT a hug and peck on the cheek and gave DB another hug.  "I will call, I promise," I whispered in her ear.  We gave each other a little peck on the cheek and I was whisked away.

This time I didn't even think about it as I strutted up the stairs.  I heard some hooting and hollering from down below, but I was on a cloud and even the oafs at the table were not going to knock me off it.

Isabelle was waiting at the front door as we walked outside.  Sara either called her on her cell or sent someone to tell her we were coming.  It was nearly 4:00 a.m. and I thought we would be heading back to the hotel.  It suddenly struck me that it was officially my birthday, and had been for four hours.  I was 23.

I couldn't stop thanking Sara and Nichole for the wonderful time I was having.  I kissed them both.  I couldn't imagine sleeping at this point, and in fact had no intention of going to sleep when we got back to the hotel.  I fully intended on catering to both of them.  Sara loved to watch Nichole and I and I intended on giving her a show that she would not soon forget.  And Nichole, well she never complained when I let my lust take over.

The limo pulled away and started towards the Strip.  We should have taken a right down the Strip, but instead went straight.

"Where are we going," I looked at Sara.

"Oh you will see," she said with a smile.  

We started driving through an industrial, and rather seedy part of town.  I knew that Sara knew a lot of the seedier parts of Vegas, the swing clubs and the places where people went for what one might call carnal pleasures.  I was starting to get a little worried about where they were taking me.  Suddenly I saw a pair of big red lips in the sky and a sign that said "Cheetahs, Topless Club."

We pulled into the parking lot and Isabelle let us out at the front door.  I had never been to a topless, strip, erotic dancing or any type of club like this so I had no idea what to expect.  Even this early in the morning the parking lot was packed and a line of limos was parked across the street.  There was also a line of cabs waiting for fares leaving the club.

Sara walked up to the door and someone was waiting for us.  He gave Sara a huge hug and a kiss.  Another one of Sara's old friends?  He introduced himself and quickly whisked us into the club.  He and Sara chatted, as I looked around with my jaw hanging open.

The club was full of beautiful, barely dressed women.  Some were dancing onstage in just g-strings, others were sitting with men talking to them and others were, well I really couldn't figure out exactly what they were doing.  It was sort of one-on-one dancing, sometimes a couple of feet away, sometimes right in the man's lap.  But it was the women that amazed me.  They all looked beautiful.

We were quickly brought to the far end of the room where a table was waiting for us.  It wasn't really a booth, but more like a couch.  As we walked through the club I felt even more awkward than walking down the staircase.  The place was almost exclusively male customers, with a couple of women with their husbands/boyfriends.  It seemed like most of the men in the place were as interested in, if not more so, Sara, Nichole and I than they were the dancers.  A few of the dancers waved to or blew kisses to Sara.  She smiled and waved back.  I began to wonder if there was anywhere we would go in Vegas where Sara didn't know anyone.

We were seated and again a bottle of champagne was waiting for us.  Sara loved expensive champagne.  We each were poured a glass of champagne and Sara held it up for a toast.

"To Lynne, her birthday and her first visit to my old workplace."

So this is where Sara had worked and met her husband.  I looked around and tried to imagine a younger Sara dancing on the stage and sitting with the men trying to get them to buy her drinks.  Considering how beautiful she was it was easy to see her working here and making a lot of money.  She had once told me she had first expressed her bisexuality when she was working here.  I could see why.

The guy who met us at the door sat down and talked to Sara for a few minutes.  Sara introduced me, since he seemed to already know Nichole.  He looked me over and smiled.

"Pleased to meet you," he said.  "You know if you ever move to Vegas and need a job..."

I blushed.  Even though I was sure he was just being flirty and kind.  I really didn't feel I measured up to the girls I saw working here.  They all looked great, long legs, beautiful faces, and great bodies.  I couldn't imagine even coming close to them.

"Thanks, but I am only visiting," I said, suddenly shy again.

"Well, if you ever do, just come see me and I will set you up."

Sara gave him a dirty look, one made in jest.  "Not the same way you set me up I hope.  It took me 15 years go get away from that creep."

"Hey, but look at you now gorgeous."  He leaned over and gave Sara a kiss on the cheek.  He then got up and started to head towards the bar.  "Business calls ladies.  If I can get you anything else, please let me know."  In an instant he had disappeared into the crowd.

"So what do you think," Nichole leaned over to me so I could here her above the music.

"Well, I have never been to a place like this.  I mean, I had heard of them.."  I still was wide eyed as I looked at the girl a few feet away grinding her bottom into some guy in a suit's crotch.

"Well, this one you might even know more about.  Ever heard of the movie Showgirls, it is based on this place.  Of course this place is only topless and the movie had the girls dancing nude."  Nichole was looking around, almost like she was looking for someone in particular.

"So Sara has brought you here before?"  I looked over at Sara and a very beautiful dancer had already sat down next to her and given her a hug.  They were chatting like old friends, except one friend had her top off.

"Yes, on my first trip to Vegas with her.  Now, we come back every time we are in town.  The guy who met us at the door is an old friend of Sara and she knows a lot of the girls who have worked here for a while.  But they do have a rather high turnover but we meet new friends every time."  Nichole waved back to a dancer that waved to her as she led a man by the hand toward the back of the club.

"Where are they going?" I asked, suddenly feeling incredibly naïve.

"Oh, the VIP room, that is where the real money is made.  The dances out here are only the appetizers.  If you want the main course, it means you go back there."  Nichole started to pay attention to a dancer on the stage.

Soon Sara excused herself and left with the dancer she was talking to.  They went into what I guessed was the dancer's the dressing room.  I hadn't even realized I had finished my first glass of champagne until Nichole poured me another.

I sat there sort of like a bump on a log for a couple of minutes.  Another dancer had sat down next to Nichole and they were chatting.  They obviously knew each other and were just making normal small talk. I was sipping my champagne a little to quickly when she came over and sat down next to me.

"Hi," she said.  "I am Peyton.  First time at Cheetahs?"

"Yes, is it that obvious?"  I said.  Peyton was stunning.  She had long, wavy blonde hair, deep blue eyes and a body that was about as perfect as I could imagine.  She was about my height, but with her heels, which were as high as any I had seen, she would stand a couple inches taller.  Her legs were so long and in her very tiny g-string and top, well, there wasn't much I couldn't see.  Her breasts weren't huge, but looked perfectly shaped and probably not enhanced since they weren't much larger than my b cups.

Peyton smiled at me and said, "Oh, well, you might want to think about closing your mouth a little.  And your eyes, well they are a little wide.  Other than that, I never would have guessed."

I couldn't help but blush and giggle a little.  "My friends brought me here..  Sara, my other friend, is back there," I pointed to the dressing room. "And this is Nichole."

Nichole stopped her conversation for a second to say a quick hi and then went back to her conversation.

"Welcome to Cheetahs." Peyton held out her hand and I shook it.  "You are out late.  Gambling in the casinos?"

"No.  We were at a party at the MGM Grand.  Then Sara wanted to come here, she used to work here."  Peyton's eyes lit up when she heard me talk about the party at the MGM.

"You got to go to THE PARTY?  Lucky you.  I tried to get a guy who comes in here to take me to the party, but..." Peyton looked down.  "Well, how was the party.  I am so jealous.  They said everyone was going to be there."

"It was fun, after I got past this big oaf who tried to put his hand up my dress on the dance floor."  I wished I could get past that but it kept creeping into my thoughts about the party.

"Oh god, I hate that.  In this town it seems like if a guy dances with you in a club, he thinks he can do anything he wants.  At least here I get to control things.  Rules are guys can't touch you, although sometimes if the guy is really nice I will let him touch my legs or back while I dance for him."  Peyton looked up at the stage and smiled.  She opened up the little box she was carrying and took out a five.  "Do me a favor with you, that is my girl up there dancing.  Would you mind tipping her for me?"

I looked over at the stage and this stunning brunette was dancing.  She moved like a cat, very elegantly yet very erotically.  She was tall, with long legs, an impossibly flat tummy and very large breasts.  Unlike Peyton, she did look like she had had her breasts enhanced.  But even so, she was incredibly beautiful.  Her large, dark brown eyes were haunting.

I looked at Peyton and my eyes must have told her that I didn't have the foggiest idea what she wanted me to do.  "Just take this and stand over there, next to the stage, when Sapphire comes over to you put this either in her g-string or garter, whichever she offers you."

"Why don't you just do it?"  I sort of felt like a fool for asking.

"It just is that when women who aren't dancers give us tips, it seems to loosen the guys up and we get better tips."  Peyton leaned over to me and whispered in my ear.  "And I want to make Sapphire jealous, want to make sure she sees me over here with another beautiful woman."

Now I really blushed.  Beautiful, me, in this room full of some of the sexiest women I had ever seen.  I took the five and walked over to the side of the stage.

The music was just changing songs as I got to the stage.  Sapphire was walking around, picking up dollars that were left on the railing and dancing a little for each guy as she did.  She saw me out of the corner of my eye and was working her way down towards me.  A lot of the men around the stage noticed me to.  The whole thing sent a shiver up my spine.  The Goosebumps it created, especially the two most prominent ones, did not help matters.

Finally Sapphire got to me.  She had gotten down on her knees to lean over and give the last guy, who had put a $20 on the railing, a hug so instead of walking over me she crawled, slowly, seductively.  I felt like every eye in the place was on her and I as she slowly started to dance in front or me..  Her naked breasts, I couldn't help but look at them.  She saw me looking and started to play with them, caress them, squeeze them.  I shifted from foot to foot, my embarrassment turning to excitement as she leaned way back and one of her hands moved down her belly to her fabric covered mound.  The fabric looked incredibly thin because I could see the outline of her vulva through the material.  Even more evident was the small bump that could only be her pearl.  She took her fingertip and slowly stroked the little bump..  My eyes were locked on that finger as I felt my own little bump aching.  Finally, as the song came to an end she came over right next to me and held out the side of her g-string.  I put the bill in it.  She leaned over and kissed me on the neck.  She then left as the music for the next song started.

I walked over, on rather shaky legs and sat down next to Peyton.  My nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of my dress.

"Mmmmm, Peyton leaned over to me.  She is so sexy isn't she?  I love to watch her dance.  Don't you?"

I simply nodded as I watched Sapphire work the crowd around the stage.  Peyton moved a little closer to me.  I could feel her naked leg against mine.  I shifted in my seat.  Sapphire looked over at Peyton and just as she did Peyton leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I love to make Sapphire jealous, do you mind if I do something?"

Staring at Sapphire I simply answered, "Do what?"

"Dance for you," Peyton said.  Without waiting for my answer she got to her feet in front of me.

To say I was suddenly uncomfortable would be a great understatement.  As soon as Peyton started dancing many of the men seated around us stopped watching the dancers on the stages and started looking at the two of us.  I also noticed that Sapphire immediately saw Peyton and stopped dancing for a moment, putting her hands on her hips and shaking her head before proceeding.  While she continued to dance, she kept looking over our way.

Peyton moved beautifully and even as embarrassed as I was, I couldn't help but watch her.  She slowly removed her top and her breasts were as beautiful as I had imagined.  Her nipples were small but very pert and they pointed upwards just a little.  One nipple was pierced with a small barbell.  Her belly button was also pierced, with a small ring.  I couldn't help but wonder where else she might be pierced.  As she danced she came up close to me, leaning forward she brushed one of her breasts against my cheek.  She was straddling my legs and slowly lowered herself onto the, letting her breasts brush past my face and down my body until they were pressed against my own breasts.  She rubbed herself against me, her breasts against my breasts.  She leaned out a little, so only her nipples were brushing against me.  She made sure that she brushed her nipples against mine.  The thin fabric only made the feeling more intense, and the feeling of the small barbell made me start to squirm in my seat a little.  When she knew she me aroused, she turned around, without ever totally losing contact with me.  She leaned way back, raising her chest and bottom, and ran her cheek next to mine.  Her shoulders were massaging my breasts as she did this.  She started to play with her own breasts, her own nipples, as she expertly aroused me with the rest of her body.

I looked over at Nichole, who was obviously enjoying the show.  The woman sitting with her was slowly stroking her leg, running her fingertips on the inside of her knee.  Nichole had spread her legs slightly to allow her easier access as the both watched Peyton dance.

The tempo of the song changed a little bit and Peyton leaned forward, still sitting on my legs, her legs spread wide.  She pushed her bottom back a little farther and started to run her buns up and down my body.  She had a beautiful little butterfly tattoo on her lower back, just half of which was showing.  I could tell she was playing with her breasts and watching Sapphire dance on the stage as she ran her buns over my body.  Near the end of the song she reached back, between her legs, and stroked herself as she wiggled her bottom as she looked at me from between her legs.  She licked her lips and smiled at me as the song ended, pressing her finger hard enough so it was lost in her fabric covered lips.

I hadn't noticed Sara until just after the song ended.  She was standing next to the door leading into the dancers dressing room.  She was smiling and talking to another dancer.  Meanwhile Sapphire was stalking around the stage picking up her top, money and whatever else she had up there.  She stomped off the stage and walked right past Sara on her way into the dressing room.

Peyton had managed to pick up her top and put it back on while I was watching what was going on.  "So did you like it?" She asked as she sat down.  "I know I did.  Your nipples felt so good rubbing against my nipples.  I would love to dance for you some more.  Would you like that?"

I had heard the words but it took a minute for them to register in my mind.  Nichole had gone back to talking to the dancer sitting next to her and Sara had slipped back into the dressing room as the dancer she had been talking with took the stage with another dancer I hadn't seen before.

"It was very nice, thank you.  Um, I guess I am supposed to pay you but to tell the truth, I have no idea how much I am supposed to pay."  I opened my purse and started to take out the cash I had with me.

"Oh, never mind, that one was on me.  After all, I am the one who wanted to dance for you.  I hope however that you want me to dance for you again."  She leaned over and whispered in my ear.  "Maybe in the VIP room?  The dances back there are a lot more private, and a lot more fun."

"Well, I don't know," I looked at the $40 I had in my purse and felt that probably was not enough for a trip back to the VIP room.  I put the money back.  I am not sure how long we will be here or what Sara and Nichole have in mind.

As if on queue, the dancer sitting next to Nichole stood up and took Nichole's hand.  She led her towards the back of the club.  I guess she was going to the VIP room.  A bunch of the men watched her leave with the dancer.  More than a few followed her with dancers of their own.

Peyton put her hand on my knee.  "You know, we don't get very many women as pretty as you in here, I mean ones that aren't already dancers.  You know, you would make a great dancer if you wanted to work here.  It does suck sometimes, but if you have the right frame of mind it can be fun.  You meet a lot of asshole men, but some great women and even a few nice guys.  We all have our regulars that come in, even if most of the business is guys and a few couples in from out of town."

"Thanks, I think your boss told me the same thing when I arrived, but I really am here just for the weekend.  My friend Sara did work here she said and she has told me a lot about what it was like.  I guess she also worked in a club where she danced completely nude.  She actually met her ex-husband here."  I felt really uncomfortable now sitting here with Peyton.  It was different when Nichole was here.  But when I looked around I saw a few other women who were not dancing sitting with dancers talking, but most of them seemed like they were friends of the dancers, or perhaps dancers who were not working.

"Well, if you ever want to try it, just ask for me when you come to the club and I will show you around.  I would do it now, but people don't like it when we show people what goes on behind the scenes.  Something about it taking away the fantasy or something like that.  Oh, and then there is the nude thing.  We get in big trouble if anyone sees our pussies.  I think it is all rather silly actually.  Sometimes in the VIP room, if we know the guy we are dancing for and he is a nice guy and good customer, and the bouncer is looking the other way, we might let a guy have a quick peek.  But if we get caught it can mean being fired on the spot.  The club can lose its liquor license.  Same thing about getting caught setting up 'dates' with customers."  Peyton looked around for a second before leaning towards me.  "But last week I made a lot of cash dancing for these Japanese guys who were in here.  They wanted me to go back at their hotel for a private show.  All I had to do was dance nude for two hours and I made over two thousand dollars.  They all sat there in their suits while I gave them lap dances. But if my bosses ever found out I would be in deep trouble."

"Isn't it dangerous, just going up to guys rooms like that?  I mean, they could have done anything to you."  I must have sounded like her mother, or at least big sister.

"Nah, I had this guy I know go with me.  He sat in the other room watching ESPN the whole time.  He made an easy $100 just for being a chaperone."  Peyton looked around one more time.  "I am up next on that little stage over there.  How about you come over and keep me company?"

I agreed to go with Peyton.  To call where she was to dance a stage was really a stretch, it was more like a wide banister, separating the bar itself from the rest of the room.  There were two of them, as well as the big main stage and one smaller stage towards the front.  I guess the club was designed to make sure you could see nearly naked women from any seat.

"How do we save our seats," I asked just as the current song was coming to an end.  "With both Sara and Nichole gone, no one will be here."

Peyton picked up the reserved sign put it on top of the champagne bucket.  "There she said, now come on, its my turn to shake my titties for singles."

I had to sit on a stool next to the stage Peyton was to dance on.  With my short skirt it was sort of uncomfortable at first, and of course all the guys around that stage and at the bar all stared at me at first.  But as Peyton started to dance I sort of became part of the background.  She was a very seductive dancer and seemed to really know how to coax tips out of the guys around the stage.  She wasn't shy about it either.  This stage definitely was not as productive for money as the front one was but Peyton seemed to have about $20 dollars in her thong after the first song.

She plopped down next to me, her top still on and leaned over to talk.  "Sure you don't want to give it a try?  I mean it does pay well.  I will have at least $500 before tonight is over, which is in a couple of hours.  If I get the early shift I can easily make more but this late, well a lot of the guys in here lost most of their cash and that is why they are here, hoping not to lose too much more."

Before I had a chance to answer Peyton was back up dancing.  Off came her top and in came more tips.  She found one guy she started to flirt with and he gave her the most money.  They seemed to know each other.  But when the song ended Peyton was back.

"Hey, aren't you going to tip me?"  She laughed.  But I could tell she wanted me to.  "See that guy I was just dancing for, he won big a couple of weeks ago and was in here for hours.  I gave him probably ten VIP dances that night. He must have dropped more than a grand in here that night.  Last week he was dead broke.  I comped him a dance because I knew he would be back.  He must have scored at least a little this week."  The music started and again she was gone.

I got out a $5 from my bag and put it up on the side of the stage.  Peyton danced around and got a few more tips before she came over to me.  Then she danced for me, very seductively.  I noticed again how many more bills went up when she did that.  It became obvious why the dancers liked other women to be in the club.  It meant more money for them.  Peyton left me and finished her set.  She probably was between $50-$100 richer for 15 minutes of work.

Peyton put her top back on and led me back to our table.  Nichole and Sara were back.

"We were wondering where you went," Sara said.  She looked Peyton over and seemed to approve.

I introduced Peyton and Sara.  "You must be new here," Sara said.

"I started about two months ago." Peyton said as she surveyed the room.  It was obvious she was not interested in talking with Sara.  "Lynne told me you used to work here so you know the drill."

"Yes I do," Sara said and suddenly a waitress showed up with a drink for Peyton.  Peyton took the drink and smiled at Sara. 

"Thanks for the drink, mind if I stay and chat awhile," Peyton smiled as she sat back down.  

"Not at all," Sara smiled back.  "Any friend of Lynne is a friend of ours."

Peyton sat down next to me, which put me right between her and Sara.  Peyton, cool at first to Sara, warmed up quickly and they soon were talking like they were old friends.  They started to chat about the club, the Vegas life and where each of them had worked.  Peyton it turned out was relatively new in town, only there for six months, hoped to make it up to the showgirl level, but was not to optimistic because she was only 5'6", and had started dancing at one of the lesser clubs but had quickly moved over here, after she met Sapphire who helped get her the job here.  She was surprised to hear that Sara had worked here, a few clubs that no longer existed, some other place called the Palamino, where they danced totally nude and as a showgirl at two casinos, one of which had since been torn down.

Having never had any idea what Vegas was like behind all the glitter I listened intently.  This got difficult at times because all the while they talked Peyton continued to run her fingers over my leg.  She would play with the hem of my dress, run her fingers down the outside of my leg and play with the inside of my knee.  It seemed like she was doing it almost without thought, as if she had done it so many times to guys in the place that it had become second nature to her.  I looked around and it seemed like every dancer sitting with a man was touching him in some way.  Holding his hand, stroking his back or neck, running her fingers over his leg and a few were even running their hands over the guys' chest.  It seemed the longer the dancer had been sitting with a guy, and the more dances he had bought, the more intimate the contact was.

After a few minutes the gentleman who had met us at the door called Peyton over to him.  In the mean time the dancer Nichole was talking with, who I had found out had the stage name Amber, excused herself to go up and do a set on the main stage.  It turned out everyone had a stage name, even Sara who used to dance under the name Tanya.  Sara said that it was sometimes difficult to remember which name you needed to use when you saw someone you knew outside of work.  You were much more careful at work.  Even though a lot of girls let customers know their 'non-stage' names they still were very protective of each other for obvious reasons.

Peyton came back and sat back down.  I didn't bother to ask what she and her boss had talked about, but from their conversation they both seemed happy so I figured I wasn't getting her in any trouble or anything.

The current set for the dancers on stage was just ending when I saw Sapphire again.  She was getting ready to do another set, this time on the same stage Peyton had been on a little while ago.  She looked over at Peyton who didn't seem to notice her, since she was talking with Sara and Nichole, with an occasional little bit of often very naïve input from me.  I interrupted when I had a chance and called Peyton's attention to her friend.

"Oh good," she said, immediately starting to get up, "Another chance for me to make her jealous." 

She danced much like she had the first time.  I was a little more comfortable with it this time, but it was still weird having all these men watching.  Sara and Nichole both were watching this time also.  I could tell Nichole was getting worked up watching this, because she started to squirm in her seat a little.  Sara was taking everything pretty much in stride it seemed.  She smiled at me and whispered in my ear that she would have loved it if more women had come in when she used to dance.

The song started to end and I expected Peyton to put her top back on and sit back down next to me, as she had the first time.  Instead she sat on my lap and started to play with my left nipple, which was easily accessed through the thin material of my dress.  She kept glancing up at Sapphire who was glaring at her.  As the next song began she stuck her tongue at her and started dancing for me again.

This time things were much different.  As she started to dance Peyton put her knee against my very closed knees.  She started to push them open.  I kept them closed, knowing that if I did open them up, the moment she moved her knee my mound would be visible to anyone sitting at the correct angle.

Peyton leaned forward and ran her breast against my cheek, her nipple over my lips.  "What's the matter baby?  I can do wonderful things with my leg and knee if you would just let me."

"I am sure you could, but I don't have any panties on," I whispered as her nipple kept brushing against my lips.

Just then a felt a hand on my knee that was applying gentle pressure, pulling it away from the other one.  I knew it had to be Sara and I turned to look at her.  She gave me a look that told me I had better not resist her.  Slowly my knees opened and Peyton's knee started to move between them.

Peyton smiled at Sara as her leg slid between mine.  She leaned down and ran her cheek against my ear and then whispered in it.  "Relax, I will be gentle.  Relax and enjoy yourself.  I know I plan on enjoying myself."

Her knee found it's target and she slowly moved it up and down over my mound.  She definitely knew what she was doing.  I couldn't help but react to the grinding she was giving me.  As she did this she ran her nipples past my mouth once again.  I couldn't help but kiss one as it went by.  When I did she stopped it, letting me suckle and lick it.  When I did she let her knee slide down as she settled her own mound on my hip.  Her nipple escaped my lips and her breasts moved down to join mine.

She ground her own mound into my hip for a few seconds before she started to move up my body once more.  Her leg that had been on the outside of my leg moved against the inside of my other knee as her knee went back to work grinding into my mound.  I opened my eyes when I realized what was going on, what was about to happen.  I could see the eyes of all these men, many of them getting dances of their own by now, watching Peyton and me.  There eyes seemed to be locked on Peyton's legs, which were now both sliding between my legs, which seemed to have lost all ability to resist her as her knee was bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

My legs finally opened enough for Peyton to slide completely between them.  "No one could see anything with her in the way," I kept telling myself.  What she was doing felt so good that I was beginning not to care.  Peyton had gone from just using her knee to sliding her entire leg up and down my mound.  I knew that I had to be leaving a trail of wetness on her leg and felt the sudden desire that I wanted to be able to lick it off.  Soon after she had nestled both legs all the way in between my thighs, opening them wide, she started to slide down my body, her breasts moving over mine, down my stomach, down between my legs.  I could feel her take one breast and run it down between my legs, over my naked mound.  Her nipple was very hard and I could tell from her own breathing that she was nearly as excited as I was.  Her nipple started to slide over my mons.  I bit my lip to keep myself from screaming as I started to cum just as her nipple started to brush up against my pearl.

Peyton kept working her nipple up and down over my mound, dipping down between my very wet lips, back up to brush against my pearl.  Her breast kept full contact but it was the hardness of her nipple that I found so erotic.  Every time that nipple pushed between my lips I lifted my bottom a little, trying to force it deeper inside me.  She was looking me in the eye as she did this.  She was licking her lips.  I saw her reach down between her own legs, her fingers sliding under the thin material of her g-string.  I closed my eyes as I came for a second time.

Suddenly I felt Peyton moving up again.  She moved her legs out to continue to hold my legs open.  Those legs were so weak and quivering that I couldn't do anything about it, even though when I opened my eyes I could see from the looks on the faces around me, both the men and the dancers, that my naked mound was easily visible.  One other dancer seemed to be enjoying the view as she started to grind harder and harder into the crotch of the man she was dancing for as she rubbed herself while she did it.  From the look that came across his face I realized that he himself was cumming.  I tried to close my legs but as I did, Sara's hand reached down to pull my knee even farther to the side.  At the same moment Peyton's now wet nipple reached my lips.  I greedily sucked it into my mouth, loving the taste of my juices on her very excited nipple.  When Peyton gasped I stopped caring who was watching what.

After I had licked her nipple clean I realized that the third song of the set had already started and Peyton was even more excited than before.  She stepped back for an instant and grabbed my hand.  I rose up and followed her..  Sapphire glared at us from the stage as Peyton led me towards the VIP room.  Behind me I could tell that several other dancers and their customers had gotten up to follow us.

The VIP room was all the way in the back of the club.  You went to the back and then there was an open door that led into a very dark room.  It took a moment for my eyes to adjust as Peyton led me in.  There were already a few dancers with their customers in there.  A few were leaving, but when Peyton led me in, all but one of the men stopped the dancer they were with and spoke to them.  The dancers quickly led them back into the room.  

The room was walled with mirrors.  The seats were sort of a cross between couches and loveseats and lined the walls.  They were dark faux leather.  Small tables for drinks were scattered about.  A few dancers were grinding various parts of their bodies into the crotches or faces of the customers that were already seated in the room.  Peyton led me in and had me sit in a seat to the left of the door, where everyone who was in the room could see us, but anyone standing outside the door would not.

It didn't take long for Peyton to pick up where she had left off out in the main room of the club.  Since she already had her top off, she quickly offered me her breasts while he knee began to work her magic against my mound.  I kissed and nuzzled her nipples while she kept moving her knee back a little more, forcing me to scoot down in the seat in order to keep contact.  I was already squirming in my seat from the magic she could do with her knee.  The more I scooted down, the farther up my dress rose on my legs.  At this point I really didn't care.

I hardly noticed as more and more dancers entered the room with customers.  It was nearly full by the time the song ended.  Except for the men who already had dancers dancing for them, most of the other men and dancers were simply sitting there.  Some were making small talk, but others were just watching Peyton and I.  I was very glad, considering how high my skirt had ridden up that Peyton had both knees between my legs.  If she hadn't just about everyone in the room would have had a clear view of my naked mound.  As the song came to a close Peyton slowly and seductively slid her body down between my legs while she looked deep into my eyes.  She finally stopped when she was on her knees, her breasts rubbing against my mound and her arms wrapped around my waist.  She kept her eye contact and slowly licked her lips as she pressed her breasts against me.  I could feel one of her nipples slide between my now very open and very wet lips.  I tried to press against it even further, but she pulled away just enough so only her nipple remained rubbing against me.

Nichole and Amber had walked in the room just as the last song had ended.  The only remaining seats were on either side of Peyton and myself and Amber led Nichole to one right next to me.  She whispered something to Peyton and Peyton gave her a big smile.  She then turned to look at me and gave me the most wicked smile I had ever seen.  I quivered as I wondered what Amber had whispered to her.  I worried, as I looked at all the other men as well as the two remaining couples I had seen in the club and dancers in the room.  What did Peyton have in mind?

Just then the music started and Amber started dancing for Nichole and the other dancers started dancing for their customers.  Most of the customers eyes however were locked on Peyton, myself, Nichole and Amber.  Peyton however had not moved.  She just kept looking me in the eye, her nipple just barely rubbing against my mound.  I tried to arch my back but Peyton just moved away.  Suddenly I felt her hands move from around my waist to the top of my thighs.  Slowly she moved them higher, pushing my dress up as she moved them.  I looked down I saw my own hairless mound come into view.  With Peyton in the way no one could see anything with the exception of Amber and Nichole.  Amber smiled as my mound came into her view and Peyton leaned back a little.  Peyton stared at my mound and once again licked her lips.  She then pursed her lips and began to lightly blow on my hot, damp flesh.

Peyton's hot breath immediately had me wanting more.  I clenched my muscles, trying to stimulate myself as much as I could.  As I bore down I could actually feel myself squeezing some juices out of myself.  Peyton was very good at directing the air that came out of her mouth, first over my dripping hole, then up to my now fully exposed pearl.  She stopped once, to give the inside of my thigh a quick kiss, and then started to lightly blow once again.  I started to clench the muscles of my bottom as I tried to keep control.  My breath was getting shorter and shorter.  I closed my eyes, my mind seeing Peyton's lips and tongue on me even though they were still inches away.  I felt like I was just about to cum when I heard someone's voice.

"What the hell do you think you are doing you little bitch."  I opened my eyes and Sapphire was standing there, looking down on Peyton.  Peyton looked up at her like a little kid caught doing something they shouldn't, but defiant and unwilling to stop.

"I am having fun with my friend.  Doesn't she have a lovely pussy?"  Peyton actually pulled my dress back even farther to show Sapphire my wet, bald mound.  I reached down to push my dress back down but Peyton's hands, which were on the very tops of my thighs, made it impossible to fully cover myself.

"Oh, and you think you know how to take care of a sweet pussy like that?  Hell, before I taught you how to lick a pussy you didn't even know where to start."

The entire room had become silent except for the music.  Dancers continued to gyrate and grind but they were silent.  Everyone's eyes were on Sapphire, Peyton and myself.  Sapphire was standing over Peyton who was kneeling between my spread legs.  I didn't know what to do.  Suddenly being part of Peyton's teasing of Sapphire didn't seem as much fun anymore.

Peyton slowly turned around.  She stayed there, her arms over my thighs, squatting between my legs with her hair brushing against my still exposed mound.  The feeling of her hair brushing over my very aroused flesh did little to calm my sexual urges.  Now I was not just aroused, but my adrenaline was going, fearing that I was going to be involved in some sort of fight between these two women.  I was frozen, waiting to see what would happen next.

Peyton looked up at Sapphire, "Oh and you think you can do this better?  I think she has been very happy so far with how I have taken care of her.  In fact," Peyton start to rise up, her bottom brushing against me as she did, "if you want to check for yourself, I think you will find that I have certainly learned how to take care of a beautiful pussy like this one.  In fact, if I could I would take care of it a lot more completely."  She stood up and I quickly pulled my dress down to try and cover myself.  

When Peyton said that I saw a few men in the room visibly tense up and a few even audibly groaned.  I still never will understand the thing men have about two women being together but Peyton's statement seemed to have taken more than a couple of the men who were being voyeuristic while getting their own private dances over the edge.  And since the song was finally ending at this point, the wet spots on the front of many of their slacks as they left the room seemed to confirm my suspicions.

Most of the men with the dancers they had come in with got up and left as Peyton and Sapphire stared each other down.  Sapphire was a good 4 inches taller than Peyton, even without the high heels she was wearing, so right now she was almost a head taller since Peyton had taken her shoes off at some point.   A few of the men seemed like they wanted to stay, but a look from Sapphire seemed to tell them all to clear out and the other dancers led them out of the room.  I heard some dancers saying that they would make it up to the men when they got out into the club but I felt those who wanted to stay were still disappointed.  Soon the room was empty except for Amber and Nichole, Sapphire, Peyton and myself.  Empty and silent except for the beginning of the next song.

No one had moved since Peyton's last statement.  It was as if everyone was waiting for the room to clear before the next step.  In the mirror across the way I could see Sara standing in the doorway.  I could tell that no one else would be coming in for a few minutes, or at least until the issue, that hung in the air like an inflated elephant, was taken care of.

"I am sick of your shit," Sapphire broke the silence.  "You think you are so hot and can tease me any time you want?  Well, little girl, you have a lot to learn.  And if you really think you know how to please another woman, you even have more to learn.  Hell, I have never had to masturbate so much in a relationship since I met you."

I could tell the last statement had hurt Peyton.  I could visibly see the air go out of her.

Sapphire reached over and grabbed Peyton's upper arm and physically pulled her away.  "You think you got this girl here hot?  You think I was impressed by your show?  Well watch this while a woman shows you how it is done."

I was about to rise up and try and leave when Sapphire pushed me back in my seat with both hands on my shoulders.  It was obvious I wasn't going anywhere.  Those still in the room dared not move either.  Peyton crossed her arms over her naked breasts, looking down at the floor, shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot.  In the mirror on the other side of the room I could see Sara standing there in the doorway to the VIP room watching everything.

Sapphire kept her hands on my shoulders as she brought her knee up under my skirt and against my mound.  If Peyton was good with her knee, Sapphire was an artist.  Even with the tension of the room, within a minute Sapphire had me wet, grinding against her knee.  She used her cheek and lips to gently caress my face.  She ran the tip of her nose over my lips.  Her breasts were still confined by her top and every time she ran her nose over my lips I yearned for her to do the same with one of her nipples.  Her breasts were so much larger than Peyton's and so were her nipples.  I couldn't help but wonder if she would do the same thing with those nipples that Peyton did, and how good it would feel.

I looked over at Peyton when as Sapphire moved both legs against the insides of my thighs.  She forced my legs apart, but I must say I didn't exactly offer up much resistance, and I knew from where Peyton was standing she must have had a great view, even in this dark room, of my bald mound.  I looked up and her gaze was focused between my legs.  She licked her lips.  Her arms were crossed but I could tell that with one hand she was playing with the nipple of one of her breasts.  She seemed, although hurt, to be enjoying watching Sapphire dance for me.

Once Sapphire had my legs spread apart she stood back and unhooked her top and let her very beautiful breasts fall free.  While they were enhanced, whoever did it did a great job for they looked incredibly natural.  Her nipples were hard as diamonds and they looked incredibly long.  Oh how I wanted to feel those playing with me like Peyton had done with hers.  

"You like these?  Aren't they so much bigger than Peyton's?" Sapphire cooed as she leaned forward and brushed her nipples across my lips.  I opened my mouth slightly so that they slipped between them.  Sapphire was pushing my legs even farther apart using her knees against my inner thighs as she cupped her breasts and offered them to me.  After teasing my lips she put her hands against the wall and leaned into me, nearly smothering me between these two luscious mounds of flesh and silicone.

After a moment of being smothered Sapphire started to slide down my body.  She stopped when her breasts reached mine.  Unlike Peyton's, Sapphires breasts overwhelmed mine.  I could feel her rock hard nipples pressing into my flesh.  She had brought her legs together and her hips were pressed between my thighs.  I could feel the fabric covering her mound pressing against my naked flesh.  After a moment she continued to slide down my body, her breasts leaving mine, sliding down my stomach, sliding between my legs.

It didn't take me long to figure out where Peyton had learned her little trick.  Sapphire's left breast was soon caressing my mound.  Her nipple brushing against me, exploring the folds of flesh of my quickly dampening mound.  This woman could control her breast better than most people could control their fingers.  While looking me right in the eye she was able to tease me with just her nipple, exploring me, driving me wild.  I had to bite my lower lip to keep from moaning loudly as she used her nipple to part my inner lips.  I closed my eyes and let my head fall back as she slowly inserted her nipple between those lips.  I tightened my buns as I tried to force it deeper into me.  Her breast covered my entire mound.  Its hot flesh pressing against my hard pearl as her nipple burrowed between my lips.  Sapphires hands started to slowly tug at my dress, trying to slide it upwards.  I lifted my bottom so it would slide up more easily.

My dress slid up easily as Sapphires breast continued to press against me.  If possible it seemed like her nipple was growing inside me, getting harder and longer.  She bared my stomach and I felt her hair brushing against it..  My dress soon was up over my breasts and the cool air of the room made my nipples tingle even more.  I felt a pair of lips on one nipple and when I opened my eyes and looked down I saw that Peyton had moved next to me.  She greedily started to lick and suck at my pert and sensitive flesh.  Sapphire smiled at me as she started to kiss my other breast.  My dress was bunched up above my breasts.  Suddenly I was aware of someone else next to me.  I looked over and Amber's mouth found mine.  Her tongue gently parted my lips as my body shuddered as Sapphire slowly started to work her nipple upward as she and Peyton each took a nipple between their teeth and bit down lightly.

I opened my eyes just as Sapphire's nipple reached my pearl to see that Sara was now sitting next to Nichole.  They both were watching intently, Sara's hands were on Nichole's breasts, her mouth next to her ear.  I could only guess what she was whispering to her as these three beautiful women continued to explore my body.

Sapphire's mouth left my breast and her nipple continued upward.  Her mouth joined Amber's and mine for an instant as I felt her wet nipple brush over my belly and breast.  She circled my nipple with hers once, and I felt the cool dampness she had left there, my wetness mixing with her saliva.  Finally her nipple reached Amber's and my lips.  We each licked and sucked at it, our tongues competing for a taste of it.  Sapphire leaned to one side allowing Peyton's mouth to find my other nipple, to lick and suck it clean.  I felt fingers brushing against my inner thigh.  I wanted to cum so much.  I sucked Sapphire's breast deep into my mouth as my hand reached down and placed whoever's hand that was teasing my inner thighs on my now aching and desperate mound.

I was lost in passion as a finger slowly pressed between my swollen lips.  It slid inside me with ease since I was so open and so wet.  I whimpered when almost as quickly it withdrew.  An instant later Sapphire brought that wet finger to my mouth.  Amber leaned back as Sapphire ran that wet finger over my lips.  When she had coated them with my sex she leaned down and ran her tongue over them and deciding she liked the taste she kissed me deeply.

Peyton's lips left my breast as Sapphire greedily kissed me.  Peyton kissed her way down my body, kissing down my breasts, running her tongue on the underside of them.  She kissed and licked her way down my tummy until she reached my belly button.  She teased it with her tongue, licking it, burrowing into it.  She then placed her lips over it and sucked on it.  Amber in the meantime took Peyton's place on my breast.  Sapphire's kissing became more urgent.  I looked down to see that Amber had slipped a hand between Sapphire's legs and her fingers were working under the thin fabric that covered Sapphire's mound.

Peyton continued her journey downward.  She stopped just above my mound and detoured down my right leg, tonguing the crease where my leg met my body.  I spread my legs wider, if that was possible, aching for her to move between them.  Instead her fingers gently brushed up and down my inner thigh, coming to the very top of it, but no higher.  Amber then started to follow the path that Peyton had, but from the left side.  Sapphire's fingers quickly replaced Amber's lips on my nipple.

I was so horny at this point that I took my right hand, the only one that was free and moved it to my mound.  It was only there for a few seconds before Peyton pulled it away.  When she did she sucked each finger clean.

Amber and Peyton were now both caressing the insides of my thighs and kissing their way down my legs.  Peyton was also holding my hand so I couldn't do anything with it.

Sapphire, her lips never leaving mine, swung a leg over me.  Now she had to bend way down to kiss me and the bottom of her breasts were rubbing against the top of mine.  Now that it would have been very difficult for me to use my hand Peyton let go of it.  This allowed her to take that free hand and reach up to Sapphire's breast.  Amber followed her lead and I soon felt both of their hands alternating between Sapphire and my breasts while their other hands continued to tease my inner thighs.  

I don't know if I had ever been so horny in my life.  While I had often shared myself with both Sara and Nichole, I had never had three women who were seemingly so intent on driving me wild with desire.  And Sara and Nichole were sitting there watching the whole thing.  No one else had been allowed back in the VIP room, not that I really cared.  Right now I was beyond caring who saw what was going on.  All I wanted was for these three women to help me cum.  I needed to cum.  I had to cum or else I was going to explode.  

Sapphire's lips left mind and she started to kiss her way up my face.  When she reached to top of my forehead she started to stand over me.  Amber and Peyton's hands were now concentrating on my inner thighs and breasts, their mouths on the tops of my thighs and hips.  I watched as Sapphire stood up, her breast passing me, until her mound was just above me.  I ran my hands up the backs of her impossibly long legs.  I continued up her legs, up to her bottom, up her hips, until I reached the thin strap of material that held the thin barrier, which covered her mound in place.  And even though I knew it was wrong, against the rules of the club, I slowly slipped it down. I just had to see her. Even more than that, I had to taste her.

But again, hands stopped me. This time they were Sapphire's. She stopped my hands but at the same time leaned forward.  
Until her mound was touching the very tip of my nose. I could tell that the tip it was resting right against her pearl. I nuzzled her as I took in a deep breath, wanting to fill myself with her scent.

Sapphire reacted slowly rubbing herself up and down on my nose. Each time I nuzzled her she would press a little harder. Each time I tried to lift my chin up, to allow my lips and tongue to touch that covered mound, she would pull up out of reach.

Felt my legs once again being spread as I felt both Peyton and Amber climb between them. They both started kissing the insides of my knees.  

My dress fell back down over my breasts as I strained to try and reach Sapphire's aromatic and hidden treasure.  Hovering above me, as if to tease me one final time as both Amber and Peyton's lips were reaching farther up my legs, to my inner thighs, Sapphire reached down with one hand and slid it under the fabric that covered her. I watched, whimpering from both the desire to reach up and the desire that Amber and Peyton were creating as each reached the tender flesh that separated my mound from my legs as I saw one of Sapphire's fingers disappear into her soft flesh.

Then suddenly without warning Sapphire turned around and with her back to me, slid down my body.  Her legs outside mine, spreading them so I thought her hips surely would pop out of their sockets.  She leaned back into me, her head on my shoulder, her hands on her breasts.  I reached around her, my hands running down the fronts of her thighs.  I could feel Amber and Peyton's hot breath evaporating the dampness off my mound.  The feeling of heat and cool were almost too much to take.  My hands came together as I ran them up the insides of Sapphire's silken inner thighs.  Her head turned and her tongue found my ear at the same instant my hands found her fabric-covered sex.

The fabric was damp, almost wet.

I pulled the fabric aside just as I felt two tongues touch me, one touching my fingers, the other tracing exploring the folds of my very wet mound.  I tried to look over Sapphire's shoulder to see whom each tongue belonged to, but when I did Sapphire bit my earlobe.  Instead I let my fingers gently explored her downy mound.  Her hair was so fine, so soft.  I pressed one finger into her.  As it entered her someone's tongue lapped at the juices that flowed.  The other tongue dipped deep inside me as a nose nuzzled against my pearl.  I wanted to explode as my fingers slid out of Sapphire and moved up to her pearl.  If I couldn't reach myself to make myself cum, I was determined someone would.

As I moved my hand over Sapphire much as I would move it over myself I was driven nearly insane by the two tongues that were also working.  The feeling of one mouth, one tongue, occasionally one nose, that was sharing Sapphire's very soft downy sex with my fingers increased my concentration on Sapphire's pearl.  Not touching, but teasing it.  Occasionally the tongue would dart between my fingers and tickle it.  When it did I could feel Sapphire's entire body tense as it leaned against mine.  I knew she was close, perhaps as close as I was, but now I wanted to tease her as much as she had teased me.

The other tongue was making it hard to concentrate.  Whether it was Amber or Peyton, I didn't care, all I knew is whoever it was knew exactly where to lick, suck and nibble.  She was exploring the various folds of my pussy with her tongue.  She would take my lips and suck them deep into her mouth, teasing them with her teeth and tongue.  The very tip of her tongue would trace the opening to my vagina while her nose pressed against the flesh just above my pearl, pulling the hood up, but never totally exposing my now rock hard nubbin.

Finally I closed my eyes and lay my head back.  Touching Sapphire's mound reminded me of how mine felt before I had met Nichole, before she had shaved me for the first time.  I ran my fingers over her like I would run them over myself.  I loved to masturbate and always tried to take my time, wanting to build up to take myself to the edge again and again, knowing that by doing that when I finally did cum it would be a total release.  I also loved to masturbate while someone watched, particularly Nichole, much as I had done on our weekend together.  She would often watch for as long as she could before she would kneel between my legs and lick my hand, fingers and sex.  With my eyes closed I let myself go there, no longer thinking about where I was, who might be watching or even the fact that if we were caught we probably could all be arrested and Sapphire, Amber and Peyton were probably all risking their jobs.  All I wanted to do now was let Sapphire's soft pussy be mine.  My fingers went to work.

I could tell Sapphire was mine as I stroked her mound.  The way she arched her back when I slipped a two fingers between her full outer lips, holding them open for the tongue that quickly took my lead and darted between my fingers, lapping greedily at the sweet juices that flowed there.  The way her hands went to her breasts when I slid just the tip of a finger into her and then applied gentle pressure on the rim of her hole, feeling the muscles contract as she tried to draw me in deeper.  How she started to buck when I took two fingers and ran them up the length of her, drawing one on each side of her pearl, slowly stretching the flesh around it and pulling her hood back until that little sensitive piece of flesh was exposed to the tip of that tongue that kept pace with my fingers.  How she pinched her nipples when I closed my fingers on each side of her pearl and rolled it back and forth between them.  How she screamed out, begging to cum as I used my second set of fingers to grasp her pearl like it was a tiny cock, stroking up and down on it, slowly, from tip to root.  I knew she was cumming.  I knew I was to as my own pearl was sucked deep into the talented mouth that was working on me.

When we came we came together, a tangle of tongues and fingers, my hips thrusting up into Sapphires bottom, her hips thrusting into the combination of my fingers and someone's tongue.  Wave after wave crashing on us as I tried to keep my fingers moving but finally giving up and letting the two tongues have their way with both of us.  I don't know how many times I came, but the feeling of Sapphire's body quivering and thrusting on top of me only added to the intensity of the feelings I was having.  When whoever was between my legs thrust fingers inside of me and starting rubbing that wonderful little spot as she sucked my pearl deep into her mouth I finally exploded in a climax that left me drained and exhausted.  I collapsed, my body and mind reeling in the bliss only that type of orgasm can bring.

The next think I knew a set of lips were meeting mine.  They had the taste of a woman on them.  Was it Amber or Peyton?  Was the taste Sapphire's or my own?  I didn't want to open my eyes because this moment just felt to good.  I could still feel Sapphire's now completely limp body pressing down on mine, but I could here she too was kissing someone.  Was she tasting my sex on that women's lips or her own?

Finally I opened my eyes and saw that it was Peyton kissing me.  She smiled and drew back, caressing my face.  "You tasted so good I just had to share it with you."  She leaned forward once more and I ran my tongue over her lips, her chin, cleaning her face and loving the taste of my sex on it.

After another few minutes of gentle kissing I felt Sapphire start to move.  She rolled off of me into Amber's arms.  Peyton reached over and drew my legs together and ran her hand over my hip.  We kissed some more as I recovered the strength she had sucked, and licked, out of me.

How I wished I could have fallen asleep in her arms, in their arms.  The four of us in a king sized bed just seemed to be perfect at the moment, but then I realized where we were.  Nichole and Sara were still sitting there, smiling at the four of us.  Nichole had that rosy glow that comes only from an orgasm.  I could only wonder how she had been brought to one.  Sara looked like her cool and disinterested self, but the rapid rising and falling of her breasts betrayed her.  Apparently she also had enjoyed the show.

After another few minutes of cuddling and kissing Sapphire suddenly shot up..  "WHAT TIME IS IT?" She said in a panic.

"Oh, about 6:30," Sara replied after checking her watch.  We had been in the VIP room for over an hour.

"OH SHIT," Sapphire quickly grabbed her top and other belongings.  "I need to pick up my kid."

She rushed out of the room and the rest of us put everything back together and soon followed her.  Peyton was holding my hand as we walked out of the VIP room.  The club was empty except for a few dancers and a couple of customers.  The gentleman who had greeted us when we walked in was standing by the bar.  He smiled at the group of us and then walked up to us.

"You know Sara, you cost me a few dollars tonight," he said with mock anger in his voice.  Then he laughed, "But hell, what are friends for anyway.  I hope you had a good time."

"Of course," Sara smiled, "I always do don't I?"  She leaned over and kissed him on the cheek.  "And here, this should take care of everything and everyone."  Sara passed him some money, how much I wasn't sure.

Peyton in the mean time was still holding my hand.  She pressed herself against me and whispered into my ear, "You know, you really should come to work here. You and I could have a lot of fun.  How long are you going to be in town?"

"Just until Sunday," I said.  "I don't know what Sara and Nichole have planned for tomorrow night, I mean tonight."  I laughed thinking when I realized that it was already daylight outside.  "Then I have to go back to school."

Peyton looked pressed her breast into my upper arm.  "Well, I don't have to work tonight so if you find yourself with some spare time..."  She left the meaning of her invitation hanging in the air.

I felt her slide something into my hand.  It was a piece of paper that turned out to have her phone number and her real name on it.  "Call me she whispered."  She gave me a quick kiss on the cheek and then said she too had to run.  She gave a quick kiss to Nichole and Sara.  "By the way, thanks for the tip.  Although," and she paused and looked at me, "I would gladly have danced for Lynne for my pleasure alone."  She gave Sara a kiss on the cheek and then I watched as she walked towards the dancers dressing room. 

Amber in the mean time gave Nichole a kiss goodbye and then said goodbye to the rest of us.  She whispered something into Sara's ear as she kissed her goodbye and left to join Peyton.

"Well, I guess it is time to go," Sara said to her friend and he led us to the door.  Isabelle was waiting with the Limo and she gave me a wink as she held the door as I climbed in.  On the way back to Caesar's my mind wandered, thinking about everything that had happened that night.  And there was still one more night to go.


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