What you are about to read is a story of three people going out for the most outrageous night of their lives in Las Vegas. It was planned to be over the top, that's what the customers paid for, and that's what I delivered. You can see it as an embellished account, a full-on work of fiction, or take it at face value, that is up to you. Just keep in mind that here, this is written as a story in the first-person account.
Mother's Day In Las Vegas
Let me give you some background to help understand this story. For the purposes of this writing my name is Joe. I am not native to Las Vegas, although I have lived here for numerous decades. I am however, and always have been, a man that believes there is a difference between love and sex, even when the dynamic between two people evades my understanding. Living here, playing here, and witnessing what happens here is an AP College course in human sexuality. What is shunned and frowned on everywhere else, is just one more thing here and depending in where you are, it might not even turn a head.
I live and work here, but also learned how to play here, and where to do it. That gave me unique knowledge of what can be done and where you can do it without suffering repercussions. What the average visitor sees is manufactured for their expectations, but the underside of my sweet city is totally different. That's where I live, and where I come in.
Let me be honest, I LOVE SLUTS, the sluttier the better. Young ones just exploring their sexuality, mid thirties adults who know what they want, and more mature individuals that just blow every expectation out of the water, they all come here to let loose and play. How do I come in? Well, I have fallen into a pile of the sweetest roses you could ever find; I help sluts be sluts! I mean they don't need my help being a slut if that's what they want to do, but I set up entire nights with people, places, and scenarios for them to be safe exploring that other side of themselves. This is one of those nights.
It was the Friday before Mother's Day, and I had been contacted to set up this night three months ago. It was a Dominant wife and her cuckold. I know of four different types of cuckold husbands. One enjoys watching his wife with other men, then there are the cuckolds that wait at home and enjoy their wives to tell them all about her night out, The ones who can't stop their wives and agonize over every night out, and the ones who are totally subservient to their dominant wives, and help in any way she orders them to. The last one is what I had, the subservient cuckold with the totally dominant wife, who loves letting loose and making him help her.
Every paying client fills out a lengthy questionnaire on their likes, dislikes, fantasies, things they would be willing to try and absolute never do activities, so I know how to tailor the night to the individual. This woman we shall call Amanda (Mandy), and her husband William (who she called Willy), had a long and rich set of things they wanted to do in town. Of course, as many cocks as she could handle (normal), bukkake, piss play, forced sex situations, rough sex up to and including black and blue marks left on her body, pretty much anything except for scat and blood was a yes for her. But her number one request was that she enjoyed making her husband orally clean her after having sex with others, which I worked into her nights adventure.
I advertise in unusual ways for the paying customer, but I guarantee complete safety, Disease free play, and no repercussions from the night, and I give references. That means I supply the limo, the driver, the people they interact with, security, hair, makeup, waxing, and clothing for the night. Nothing is left to chance, although the customer doesn't know I have a security person there at all times, or that the strangers they meet work for me. To them the night is spontaneous and wild, even though it is carefully planned right down to the bartender and make believe horny drunk Men. The places are picked a cording to prearranged agreement with the proprietor, and they only have their people in the club or bar that night, everyone else thinks it is closed for a private party. The public spaces used have been thoroughly studied to know when and who shows up in the late-night hours. Now the stage is set for this Friday Slut night.
I met them at their hotel on Thursday afternoon, and took them clothes shopping, as it is important to never ruin a woman's clothes, she'll get pissed. I bought her a Bra and Panty set that screamed come fuck me, with a 1/4 cup bra and the smallest Bikini panty I could find. Next was the dress, but she wasn't having it, she wanted a short flirty skirt and a low-cut button up top, so I bought an A-Line skirt that was almost illegal to wear outside, and a paper-thin see-through cotton blouse that showed her nipples like they were on the big screen. I also chose a pair of five-inch CFM heels that I knew would be hard to walk in drunk, as they told me in the questionnaire that she liked to tie one on. She insisted on adding a garter belt and stockings so I purchased the skimpiest Garter I could find and real silk stockings to go with it. That was her outfit, and I told her what time the car would pick her up Friday to do the beauty work. My work was done until Friday night.
I picked them both up on Friday night and we went to a small bar in a neighboring town I sometimes use. I knew from her questionnaire that she liked being a bit loose during her adventures, so I fed her a fair amount of alcohol and got her dancing to get the effect started. Just simple erotic dancing, public groping by strangers and her acting in a slutty manner that her husband detested was her modus operandi, and she was in high gear. After getting her sufficiently plied with libation, we moved on to a small private club. Visitors, and most locals of our city, are not aware of the illegal private clubs that inhabit our city, some in industrial areas and some in small strip malls. We went to one where I know the owner and had just his and my people there as patrons.
My People, well let me explain that. I have three different groups of people I employ, on the side for different fantasies. They are all tested and are fully informed of the subjects likes and dislikes. I have six women, who are Bi-Sexual to handle men and women both, I have three young hunks that are gay, and five Men (late twenties to early thirty's) for the straight female clients. Oddly enough, out of the last group I'm always getting inquiries from their friends along with pics and health department tests should I ever be hiring. (Go figure, right) Of those five, two can carry on an in-depth conversation as its not an IQ score I need, its seven inches or better, and that doesn't require an education.
Tonight, I had those five guys ready for Mandy, although she was totally unaware everything was planned to this level, she just saw them as strangers vying for her attention and asking her dance and buy her drinks. In this club there was a back wall covered by a floor to ceiling curtain with the band platform in front of it, the bar to one side, tables and seating to the other side, and a large dance area between. She was being danced with, groped, and mauled by two Men at a time, different guys switching out and coming back, just like any nightclub where a woman drinks and plays the slut. While dancing two of the guys had her blouse unbuttoned and were openly playing with her breasts as others looked on. With one behind her and one in front, she couldn't have stopped it if she wanted to, and she didn't want to, but my security wasn't far away in case anything went wrong.
Next, I saw was Mandy dancing with three guys, blouse wide open and panties around her lower thighs, and three guys around her, only one of them being mine. I sent three more of mine in to crowd out the strangers and one by one my security guy had a brief conversation with them. But it became apparent that just five guys were not going to be able to give her the night she wanted and keep control. I called my assistant and had her contact some of the applicants my guys had recommended. She was able to come up with another eleven Young men, and she got them mobilized for the night in case I needed them. I instructed my guys to get her somewhere we could control, without her knowing what we were doing.
