How a Stripper Parties

Lorenzo grew up in Southern California and attended a small school not far from home. His best friend from home, Matt (not his real name to protect the guilty), went to UNLV for a few reasons, among them to party. Lorenzo would often go to see his friend in Las Vegas and party with him. After college, Matt got a job in hospitality management in Las Vegas and has stayed there since then. It so happens that Lorenzo would still go visit Matt while we were in graduate school together. On one occasion, I was invited to go with Lorenzo to Vegas because up to that time, I had never been.

We flew Southwest out of Fort Lauderdale and arrived just before sunset on Friday evening. By the time we landed, we were already tipsy. We then took a cab to the hotel where Matt worked. He got us a deal using his discounts and we had to pay some nominal fee for taxes and whatever. After unpacking, Lorenzo and I went to dinner. Afterwards, we went back to the room to get ready for the night. We ended going to a few other clubs in other hotels along the strip, which was pretty fun. We had a good enough time, but nothing was special about what we did. Matt was busy that night but would be able to hang out with us all day on Saturday and Sunday. So no big deal on Friday night.

Saturday morning, we woke up late and went for some greasy food to fight the hangovers. Afterwards, we hit up the pools. If there is something that is a site in Las Vegas that does not get nearly enough attention, it is the pools. The parties are amazing. The women were everywhere. Most were right around college age to late 20s. All were drinking, and most looked amazing in those swimsuits. I wish I had brought a real camera instead of my phone camera because the pictures I took did not do the girls justice. There was music, plenty of activity, and of course jager-bombs.

We met a group that was in town for a bachelorette party. One of the group was the bride, her sister was the matron of honor, and the rest were friends from school, home, or cousins. Lorenzo was very interested in the matron of honor. She was not into him. I was talking to one of the friends from college. A cute little blonde with great thighs and bubble ass, which is of course, perfect. Matt came over to join us as soon as he could and offered to get the group some shots when he arrived. We talked for a bit longer with them, but the girls had to go to keep to their arranged bachelorette party schedule dutifully prepared by the matron of honor. So the blonde and I exchanged numbers.

Afterwards, we went back upstairs to change and shower. Matt abused his managerial privileges and got us a bottle of vodka on the house for us to drink as we got ready. Remember when you were younger and you watched cartoons and some part of the story allowed one of the characters to take advantage of the situation and you knew this because the character would rub his hands together and little devil horns grew out of the top of his head? That is almost exactly what happened to me. Matt was going to use his position to get us free drinks for much of the night and I was going to take full advantage of that. I devised a quick plan that if we ran into the group of girls, I would be sure to be near Matt so that I could get them feeling good without any cost to us.

We then agreed to sleep or gamble for about an hour after getting ready and going out that night. Vegas is like Miami in that people don't really go out to clubs and bars until close to midnight and with dinner around 7:30pm, we could not drink so much as to be wasted before we went out. We were not under any schedule since this night we were going to stay at the clubs and bars at our hotel with Matt. We had quick bite, then we changed and went down stairs to the lobby. We each had one drink together there and then went into the casino to gamble a bit. I lost about $250 in 30 minutes and quit. That was fast enough for me. Lorenzo, however, is great at craps and spent a few hours there. I think he ended up barely ahead but he had been several thousand dollars ahead at a time when I would have surely quit. I told him I was heading to one of the bars, and I found Matt there already, chatting with two girls. So much for the nap after dinner, it was game time now.

We stayed there a while before heading to the dance club. There, we saw the group from the bachelorette party. I immediately went to chat with the blonde, but she sort of blew me off. She was much more interested in her drunk friend than anything I could offer at that exact moment. I was not alone, since Matt was with me. This was the trump card and Matt, again, abused his position to get the group a free bottle of champagne. The kicker was that the bottle came out with a sparkler on top, which was not new to me having seen this in Miami all the time, but was a shock to that group. Thank you Midwest. The blonde was so thankful for Matt’s help, and by extension my help.

It was also not that late, being just after 1:00am, and she told me to text her later to see where she would be. That group left and we were again alone. Lorenzo came to join us and we stuck around, chatting with more girls and having some fun grinding with random girls.

After 2:30am, Lorenzo was hammered beyond belief because he’s a light-weight. Matt and I decided to drag him to the room and then we would go hit up the strip club. On our way from the hotel to the strip club, I texted the blonde. She said that the group had gone to bed when the bride to be threw up. Her sister had decided to take care of her, along with one of the cousins. The rest of the girls split up either going to bed or going out for more. The blonde and one of the other college friends decided to go back out.

She asked me where we were going and I told her. The other friend had never been to a strip club but being that she was in Vegas and drunk, she decided to throw caution to the wind which was perfect. We arrived at the strip club and let them know where to go once inside. I had to text her while inside the bathroom because phones were permissible, but cameras were not. Once she was there, we all had a few drinks and a round of shots and we were ready for some fun. The girls were talking to the strippers and we ended up negotiating on a lap dance for her newbie friend. The blonde and I would get to watch as the stripper gave the blonde a lap dance. Matt ended up getting a lap dance of his own and that was the last I saw of him for the rest of the night as his stripper dragged him off to another room.

In our room, the stripper was dancing all over the friend who was loving it. Now, no matter what anyone tells you, girls are always allowed to touch the strippers. I don’t mean she just touched her ass or get tits in her face and touched them. I mean the stripper was naked and the friend reached out to touch her pussy. I was amazed. Additionally, the blonde that was with me began to imitate the stripper on me and since she was not employed by this establishment, I was able to touch her as I pleased. It was so good, I asked for another lap dance and got the four of us a round of shots.

The friend receiving the lap dance had so much fun, she wanted another, but I was finished with purchasing them so I declined. It was probably for the best because the friend’s eyes were glazed over and I doubt she remembers anything about that experience. On our way out of the club, the friend threw her hands in the air and declared that she “wanted to come here more often and party how a stripper parties.” We three got into a cab and headed back for our hotel.

On the way home, the friend leaned against the window and passed out. I started making out with the blonde and we enjoyed some heavy petting and touching. Once we arrived at the hotel, I carried the drunk friend back to her room and it was fortunate for me that the blonde and she were sharing a room together because we got right to it once the friend was put in the bed. We had to be silent, but we made enough noise during the action to wake a sober person up. Let me tell you that the blonde’s ass was as much fun as I imagined it would be and she was very willing to go for two rounds. The first time I finished finished on her back with her on her knees. The second ended in her mouth with her laying down on the bed and me standing over her from the floor because she did not want to make a mess the same as the first. It seems I am not as good of a shot as I thought I was.

The second time was better because it actually started after the first with the blonde hoping in the shower to wash the spunk off. I jumped in with her and she got on her knees to show her appreciation for the champagne earlier. She sucked very well and was in love with my cock. Swallowing was no problem for her. I was only able to stay and sleep in the room for a bit after that and had to go to my room as the sun came up. The blonde did not want to look like a whore in front of her friend. I thought that we should have done something to the friend, just because she wanted to party like a stripper, but she was passed out and the blonde didn't want to be a bitch.

Either way, that first trip to Vegas was memorable and fun. I hope that any trips there in the future are just as fun.