What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas - Part 2

Needless to say Day 2 started a little slower than the Day 1. I'm usually pretty good about not getting hungover, but my friends aren't as lucky. The day was relatively uneventful dune buggying (pretty sure that's not a word), gambling, buffets....definitely a typically Vegas day/evening.

As night turned into evening, it was time to partake in a Vegas must: the strip club. It's hard to compare a Vegas strip club to other strip clubs because of their vastness. The place we went to was about 70,000 square feet; companies don't have warehouses that big (they call it the world's largest Las Vegas strip club, which really doesn't make sense, but who am I to judge their logic). We had a table booked, so limo pick-up from our hotel and in past the line without cover (very much recommended as cover was $40/person). As soon as we're in the door 4 girls converge on us and 'escort' us to our table.

Now I enjoy the strip clubs, probably more than most men, I'd love to say it's the dancing (ahem...simulated sex) and nudity but honestly I think it's the conversation with a seemingly random woman. You can tell them anything and really there are no reprucusions as you'll probably never see them or talk to them again (unless you're me). Prior to this visit I'd been to 2 Vegas strip clubs and both times I spent roughly 7 hours at the club each visit; this time was no different.

So an attractive woman entwines her arm with mine as I walk through the door and escorts me to our table, sitting down next to me and we proceed to talk for the next hour or so. Not pushy at all waiting until I give her an opening by forgetting her name......it was loud, what can I say? Guiltily, I head to the VIP with her for 3 songs (ok...not really guiltily) and she does her thing. Great dancer although I'm not sure if you can call what she did dancing, it was more like sex with my clothes on. Afterwards I figured she got what she wanted and would move on to the next guy; but no back to my table with me and we continued to talk.

By this time one of my friends had left. Another hour of talking....during which time I realized she was a really nice girl, down to earth; and being me I start the kinky and poly discussions. Restraint, spanking, hair pulling were all topics of discussion leading to a couple of common interests; wasn't really into rope but enjoyed ties as restraint so I'm pretty sure I could convert her, given a night and some Twisted Monk hemp. (Speaking of Vegas and Monk, if you happen to be in the area on January 7th you should definitely attend his class http://twistedmonk.blogspot.com/2009/12/by-popular-demand.html - I wish I had another Vegas trip in me as there's also AFN on the 8th and the 9th in Vegas...if only the time and money were availed to me). She didn't quite catch on the poly idea though, I've found that that's a tough one to get people to accept. Nevertheless I did leave 3 hours later with a hug, a kiss, her real name and phone number. Since getting back we've kept in touch, maybe one day I'll have the chance to convert her.

Now there's a certain stigma about strippers; they're dirty and something happened to them that made made them strip. It's a similar stigma that escorts get. Now I've known my fair share of ladies in the sex business (mainly as a patron, mind you) and most of them are not dirty and chose to do what they are doing. Why you ask? Because it pays well and they enjoy it!! Most of the ladies I've gotten to know are attending or saving money for school; it's just a part-time job. Why are they viewed as lesser than you or I? I don't see them that way. I worked at a video store during university; if I could've worked at a strip club for the same hours and more money, would I have? Hell yeah; of course I would've needed tits, a full body wax and a way to hide my junk; but without those obstacles I'd have been all over it. Next time you go to a strip club remember the woman dancing is just as normal (or fucked up) as you and the guy sitting next to you.

Wow this post took a long time to write, my apologizes; lack of brain writing function.