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Porn Star Dancing
I’ve seen her somewhere before. I can’t place it, but I know it will come back to me. I suck at names, but I'm pretty damn good at faces. I’m a professional poker player, it’s my job to remember things. I recognized a few of the girls that were dancing around her. Ashlynn, Jade, and Vanessa are dancers here at The Cave, and Rose is one of the sexiest bartenders in town. As I watched the blonde beauty move in that dress, my dick twitched in a way it hasn’t in a long time. The two-piece number she had on hugged each of her curves in all the right ways. Just enough mesh to let me know that she had some magnificent tits under there. Porn Star Dancing started blasting over the speakers and I watched as Ashlynn pulled the blonde on the seat next to her. Jade comes slowly crawling up to them and her eyes went wide. The beauty appeared nervous, but by the way her nipples were piercing through her dress, I could tell she's turned on by all of this.
“Hey, I thought you said Ashlynn wasn’t working tonight?” I asked Bree as she dropped off my beer.
“Some kind of private party. Her and Jade are booked for the entire night. Rose and Vanessa took the night off. Birthday party I think,” she sighed with a slightly jealous smile.
When I looked back over at the absolutely stunning, obviously over-intoxicated group of women I saw that Jade and Ashlynn had already stripped down to just their G-string, and were straddling the blonde mystery woman. Damn, that escalated quickly. I know I shouldn’t be watching their private party like some kind of creepy stalker, but I can’t take my eyes off her. It’s not the naked women that are rubbing their breasts all in her face, though they are gorgeous, it’s just this blonde is intoxicating. Even from here, I could see the heat in her eyes as she watched the two women dance. The look she gave Jade’s body was like an animal wanting to devour its prey. My dick started to ache as it pushed along the seams of my jeans.
Hmmm…there are no guys in their little soiree. Shit, was I really lucky enough to be watching a lesbian stripper party? I laughed to myself.
Judging by the way Nessa hadn’t been able to keep her eyes off the blonde beauty, I'm going to guess that’s her girlfriend. I knew Vanessa was in a serious relationship, but I thought she kept that part of her life separate from her club life. What a lucky ass girl. Both of them. I wondered if Vanessa was the type to share. I couldn’t help but grin at the naughty images going through my head.
I looked back over at the women, and most of those images were becoming a reality in the booth across the room from me. The blonde mystery woman (I really did need to find out her name) was bending over Vanessa’s petite little body, her face buried in those large, completely natural tits. Her ass bounced up and down perfectly to the beat of the music. I noticed that blondie had two butterfly tattoos peeking out of the side of her sheer dress. Now, I'm really intrigued. Any woman who can get tatted on her side ribcage is a badass. I needed to know more about her.
“Bree,” I called out across the room and waved her over. “Another beer please. Unless Rose over there will make her favorite poker player one of her famous Flaming Doctor Peppers.” I flashed my cute, California smile that worked on most girls. I paused when Bree giggled. "And there’s an extra twenty bucks in it if you can find out the blonde’s name for me over there.”
I watched Bree seductively shake her ass all the way over to where Rose was sitting. I knew that she was just trying to get my attention. Bree’s cute, but definitely not my type. Too young and way too fake. At nineteen, I'm not sure what is still real on that girl. I heard a rumor that she was trying to get into movies. Bree said something to the group of women that of course I couldn’t hear, and all together the six of them turned and stared at me. Tits, ass and all. I don’t get embarrassed easily, but damn if there isn’t a hole I can run into and hide. I did the next best thing. Held my drink up and offered to buy them a round. Hey, if I am going to be a creepy stalker I might as well be a gentleman right?
A few minutes later, Rose came over and set down the Stella and shot mixture for my Flaming Doctor Pepper. “Hey handsome,” she drawled as she scooched in next to me. Being married to Jeremy for so long, Rose picked up some of his southern accent. She lit the shot on fire, dropped the beer and I chugged the amazing drink. I could feel the slow burn of the alcohol move all the way down my chest. “If you wanted to know her name all you had to do was come over and ask. It’s not like you’re some creepy stranger that’s been watching us all night.” Oh, they noticed. There was a definite slur in Rose’s voice. Even drunk she could still make a damn good drink.
Rose kissed me on the forehead, ran her fingers through my short, messy hair, and thanked me for the drink before she started to wiggle herself out my booth. Oh yeah, she was drunk. I gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her back in. “Not so fast there, princess. I paid good money for this drink and now I want the inside scoop.” We both laughed, because if I knew Rose she was going to make me work even harder for information. “How are you all getting home tonight?” She raised a suspicious eyebrow at me like I was up to no good. “Really? Stop thinking the worst. I just want to make sure all you pretty ladies get home safe. Vegas can be a rough town.”
“A couple of us are staying at the Wynn and the rest are being taken home in the limo,” Rose answered.
“How about this? When you ladies are ready to walk back to your hotel let me be your escort in exchange for the blonde beauty’s name, deal?” I asked.
“Deal.”
For the next hour, I watched the stunning group of strippers, lesbians, and a bartender continue to drink, party, and take more clothes off. All but the blonde beauty. Her clothes seemed to stay perfectly in place. Her skirt may have been lifted up a few times, but never enough to allow me to see that luscious round ass she was hiding up underneath there. We made eye contact a few times and each time I caught her looking at me, she would quickly turn away. Fuck, she was beautiful.
When they brought the cake out, I realized it was blondie’s thirtieth birthday party. It was a giant mound cake that was a very accurate depiction of tits and ass. It was long past closing time, but for a VIP party The Cave would stay open any hours. And all of these women were our VIPs. Me, being their designated chaperone, was the lucky SOB who got to stay and watch. Not wanting to be the only guy amidst this group of beautiful, drunk women I kept my distance during the party. Something told me there was more than meets the eye with the ladies.
By the end of the night, or the early morning, however you want to look at it, I wasn't sure I was as lucky as I thought. I walked out from taking a piss and looked around the room. Bree’s full red lips were sucking the frosting off Jade’s large nipples. Sexy? Hell yes! But probably not something you should be doing at work. Vanessa and Ashlynn were snuggled up together in a dark corner. Oh fuck, yes. My blonde beauty wasn’t Vanessa’s girlfriend. Oh, but shit, Ash is? Wow. Again not something you wanted to do at work. But where was my blonde beauty? Fuck, I still needed to learn her name. I look around and see her laying across a table looking like she’s going to be sick. Time to get these ladies home.
“Alright ladies,” I stood up and shouted in the middle of the room. “Time to wrap it up.” I immediately go to the blonde beauty and picked her up off the table and carried her to the couch in the back office. As she wrapped her arms around my neck, I smelled her hair. Coconut. Something so California beachy about that. I definitely needed to put that in my memory bank. The last thing I wanted to do was put her down, but I had a room full of drunk, frosting covered strippers that I needed to deal with.
I shuffled the girls into the limo, and despite their drunk pleas to join them, I closed the door and sent them on their way. What warm-blooded, straight male really shuts the door and ignores the invite of four drunk strippers? A smart one that’s who. I learned my lesson with strippers a long time ago. I bee-lined back into the office to see Rose and the mystery woman snuggled up on the couch together. “Fucking sexy.” But as sexy as Rose is, her husband is a big dude. Not a line I would ever cross in the first place. I’d be asking Jeremy more about Rose’s friend though.
“Let’s go, my beauties,” I whispered as I gently shook Rose awake and scooped her friend into my arms. Damn, her body felt good next to mine. She nuzzled her face into my neck, looked up at me with big brown eyes and whispered, “You’re really cute,” and fell right back to sleep. I led them out of the club, heading for my truck.
“Umm…we can ssswalk,” Rose spit out as she tripped over the edge of the walkway. “Okay, maybe not.”
The Wynn was only two blocks away, but Vegas at four in the morning could be a sketchy place, even for a bigger guy like me. I pulled into valet and told the kid to hold it up front and that I was just dropping the ladies off. “Yes sir, Mr. Sims.” It was still a kick being recognized here and there. Being semi-famous in Las Vegas is a definite perk.
I got the girls up to their suite safely, and Rose had started to sober up enough to take over babysitting duties. I laid the sleeping, snoring angel down on her oversized bed and had to resist the urge crawl in bed with her and hold that beautiful body against mine. I've never even spoken to this girl and yet I couldn’t wait to see that smile again. I brushed a piece of hair that fell across her nose off her face and gently tucked it behind her ear. Something about her was different.
“Thank you for making sure we all got home safe tonight, Nathan,” Rose said loudly next to me, watching her friend. Again, not trying to look like a creepy stalker, I reluctantly pulled my eyes away to meet Rose's.
“Shh! don’t wake her up,” I whispered. “Looks like she’s had a long night.”
“Uh. No. Watch this!” Rose then proceeded to jump up and down on the bed yelling, “Wake up! Wake up!” Okay, maybe she wasn’t that sober yet. Blondie didn’t move a muscle. The whole scene was actually quite humorous.
“Alright. On that note, I’m outta here. Go to bed, Rose!” I ordered and started to let myself out.
“Wait!” Rose shouted. Well if she didn’t wake Sleeping Beauty over there, she’ll at least piss off the neighbors. “Thought you wanted to know her name?”
Fuck, how could I forget that? “Of course I do.” I flipped around to see Rose standing right in front of me.
