One Night In Vegas (Part III)

Previously: One Night In Vegas (Part I), One Night In Vegas (Part II) 

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Me and Gmac are chilling in his room at the Super 8 before we head out.

I’m already feeling exhausted. Coming straight off a workweek and making the 4-hour drive that morning is taking its toll on me. I take four Advil and make a bed out of the two dorm-room type chairs we have at our disposal. I rest my eyes for about 5 minutes while Gmac gets ready.

I throw on my standard gray blazer with a black tie. Wearing a tie is the best thing you can do for your outfit. As I recently explained to a guy and girl I was out having a drink with, the appeal of the tie is twofold: 1) It’s a phallic symbol, making a woman quiver in the face of your masculinity, and 2) They like to imagine themselves wearing it at the end of the night. I know that from experience, and there’s nothing sexier than a naked girl straddling you wearing only your own tie.

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Gmac thinks he can pull some strings and get us into Marquee, apparently the hottest club in Vegas now. It’s in the brand-new Cosmopolitan, so we head back to the Strip and park in the Bellagio again. It’s centrally-located and pretty accessible, if you use the self-parking lot. Rookie and VK are getting up to their own thing in a different area, so we’re on our own for now.

We start walking down the Strip. We’re on a raised walkway on the west side of the street. As we’re walking, we see two girls hanging out, leaning over the rail and taking pictures of the “Eiffel Tower” across the street at Paris.

Me and Gmac look at each other. “Do you think we should have talked to those girls?” “Yeah, of course. Why not?”

We stop in our tracks and lean over the rail a few feet away. Actually, it’s a good setup: There is a pillar between us and the girls where the rail curves, so we are both looking out, and can also see each other.  We’re not exactly invading their space, and it’s not clear we’re standing there for them.

We check out the view for a moment, and then I yell over to the girls: “Pretty nice view, huh?” They laugh and agree. “I can tell you guys like it, since you’ve taken like 60 pictures of it.”

They laugh again. Gmac and I keep talking and then once in a while I turn back to them to make a comment or ask a question. “What are you guys up to tonight?”

“We’re not sure yet.”

“Is this your first time in Vegas?”

“It’s her first time.” The older brunette, henceforth known as Mother Hen gestures toward the young, blonde one (henceforth known as Shakey). “She just turned 21.”

Bingo!

****

We walk over to them. I tell them we’re going over to Marquee and they should come. Gmac explains he has a connection and we’ll probably skip the line. I start establishing a playful vibe with Shakey, teasing her about her camera, about just turning 21, never being in Vegas before, etc.

It turns out Mother Hen is 27, and she’s Shakey’s cousin. She is also very protective of her. Ugh.

We talk for a couple more minutes and then decide to start walking. Before we leave this spot, though, Gmac says we should get someone to take our picture.

It’s a good call, and now we have a memorial of the very moment we met these chicks; plus a memento from my time hanging with Gmac and Rookie in Vegas. It also makes the girls feel like we’re all one big group now.

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We get to Marquee and it’s a fucking madhouse. I’ve never seen so many people waiting in line to get into a club. DJ something-or-other was playing that night, apparently. Gmac’s “connection” quickly fizzles out, and we’re trying to keep the momentum going with the girls and downplay it. I text the MILF from earlier in the day, and she says her and her ladies got in already, but maybe we’ll hang later.

Mother Hen and Shakey are pretty cool about it. They’re small-town girls from Wisconsin, so their attitudes are pretty good overall. They’re glad just to have something to do, and we’re entertaining them by having an adventure and exploring.

We decide to head to MGM, where Gmac is “sure” he can get us into Studio 54. At this point I’m a little skeptical, but I trust him on this one. We all head over.

****

Shakey is responding really well to my flirtations, and Gmac starts putting his hooks into Mother Hen a bit. I owe him one for being such a good wing this night… He had already banged 2 chicks in Vegas, so I don’t feel too bad. But even though Mother Hen was definitely not as hot as Shakey, Gmac showed her a good time and kept her at bay as much as possible.

By the time we get into Studio 54, we’ve clearly paired off, and me and Shakey are vibing. We have a really fun, flirtatious interaction going on. I run to the bathroom and when I get back the group has bought a round of tequila shots. I really don’t want to put any more alcohol in me, so I take a sip and then hide it off to the side of the bar.

A moment later the girls go to the bathroom, and I give Gmac the rest of my shot.

When they return, we head to the dance floor…

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The Best Workout In Vegas

I take Shakey’s hand and lead her toward the center of the dance floor. We get out there, and she backs her nice round ass up into me. I can tell right away that this girl is good. Later on, I realize she’s fucking crazy. In a mostly good way.

Gmac is hovering around Mother Hen, and after a few false starts, she warms up to him and they begin grinding as well. The music changes to a song we all recognize, and Shakey turns it up another gear. Shit… this girl knows how to work it. 

She’s starting to do some fancy moves. She’s going really low, coming up, changing her angle, changing the rhythm, pulling away and then slamming her ass back into my cock  in random directions… Other guys are starting to notice and look on in jealousy.

We get split up from Gmac and Mother Hen, and continue dancing. It feels like I’m fucking her on the dance floor. After a few minutes, I want to slow her down and so we start making out.

She’s been drinking nonstop, and starts complaining that her stomach hurts. I say it’s probably because she was drinking a lot and now she’s dancing. “No…” she says, “I think I just need to drink more.” (Typical American Woman)

****

We head back upstairs to the quieter bar area and take a break. She hits the bathroom, and then we sit down for a few while she sucks on some ice, waiting for her next real drink.

Soon Gmac and Mother Hen come find us, and the four of us have our own mini-dance party on the 2nd floor rafters. Then we go to get more drinks by the bar.

I let Shakey go up to the bar to get herself a drink while I hang with Mother Hen and Gmac. Gmac gives me a heads-up and tells me to look at what’s going on at the bar. Here’s what I see:

A rich, wannabe-smooth Asian guy wearing khakis is hitting on Shakey at the bar. As soon as I see his khakis, I know he’s not a threat. I just laugh. “It’s fine, she’ll be okay.” Mother Hen is keeping her eye on them closely.

A moment later, Shakey returns. “That guy said no girl should have to buy her own drink, so he bought me a drink.”

“Awesome,” I say. Then I throw my head back and let out what can only be described as maniacal laughter, like the villain in a Bond movie. They all stare at me, but I’m having the time of my life. Gmac smirks in knowing agreement.

Then I pull Shakey in and make out with her, still in full view of the other guy.

****

We find a spot on the edge of the dance floor downstairs, and I lean against a column they have decorating the place. I just lean back and Shakey goes back to work, even crazier this time. She’s like a fucking blender. She’s an A.D.D. little cheerleader from Wisconsin, and she’s channeling all her crazy moves and weirdness onto my cock.

My cock got the best workout in Vegas that night. I was glad it wasn’t bloody from chafing by the end of it.

****

Dudes are looking on again. Gmac heads to the bathroom, so I just chill out while the two girls talk next to me. Then a suave black dude comes over and starts spitting game to Shakey, trying to get her to dance with him. He spins her around, and this time, I have to intervene.

I walk up to them. I put my arm around her, and I shake my head at the dude. “She’s with me, man.” He backs right off.

Shakey looks up at me, with a huge grin on her face. It’s like she just got a Christmas present. She leans into me and starts making out with me twice as passionately. The black dude goes over to Mother Hen, just as Gmac is getting back.

Gmac comes up to me and Shakey. I say to him, “Dude, I just brushed him away. Just walk up to him and tell him to leave and he’ll go.” He does, and reclaims Mother Hen for himself. Gmac and her are making out too by this point.

Shakey wants a drink so we walk over by the bar. Out of nowhere, she slaps a random Latino dude’s ass. He turns around and looks like he’s in the Latin Kings or something. Plus he has a whole posse of dudes looking on too. He looks like he’s gonna start kicking the shit out of Shakey, so I take her by the hand and lead her back to our spot.

I lean back up against the wall and Shakey is going nuts. She’s biting me and shit. What the fuck is up with girls in Vegas being freaky-ass little biters? They’re fucking animals. She makes my lip bleed.

I look at her sternly and say, “If you do that again, I’m gonna punish you.” She says, “What are you gonna do?” So I tell her I’m gonna spank her. She immediately sticks her ass out and gives me a sexy little “prove it” look. I spank her ass right there in the club.

****

It’s around 2 a.m. so I want to get this girl home and bang her while the iron’s hot. I tell her we should go back to her hotel room and she says “for sure.” But she’s worried about Mother Hen not letting her.

I go and interrupt Gmac and Mother Hen making out. “We’re gonna walk up ahead of you guys, come back and meet us at Harrah’s whenever you’re ready.”

Gmac tries to help me out. “Cool man, we’ll catch up with you.”

Mother Hen isn’t having any of it. Fuck.

“She does not leave my sight.”

“What? It’s fine, we’re just gonna walk around for a few, we’re done with the club.”

“Then we can all leave.”

Jeeeeeesus Christ.

****

We try to lose them on the walk back, and Mother Hen immediately calls Shakey. Then we pass a homeless guy dancing for money on the street, and I have a dance competition with him while she tapes it on her phone.

We stop in Planet Hollywood to use the bathroom, and Gmac decides it’s time for him to get out of there. There wasn’t much more he could do; it turns out Mother Hen has a boyfriend, and he obviously isn’t going to bang her. Plus he has a flight in 4 hours.

We step aside to say goodnight. I tell him it was awesome to meet him. He tells me he didn’t know what to expect, but he was impressed by me. I feel all warm and fuzzy inside… After our bromantic little moment, he heads out.

****

I walk the two girls back to their room. Shakey jumps in the shower to wash off her disgusting dirty feet, which have turned black from the shoes she chose to wear.

While she’s in the shower, Mother Hen and I talk more. She asks me how I know Gmac. “From back on the east coast,” I lie.

She tells me I can feel free to stay over. Well, at least I won’t be sleeping in my car.

Shakey comes out of the bathroom looking fresh, and has changed into a really cute outfit. She’s wearing a tight baby-blue shirt with really short white booty shorts, and Indian moccasins. I immediately upgrade her from a 6 to a 7.

Me and Shakey decide to walk around the Strip more, and I keep making out with her everywhere. The elevator, little alcoves in hidden places… We get downstairs and realize she forgot something in her room, so we head back up.

I pull her into the bathroom and try to pull another Vegas Ballerina. She says Mother Hen is still up and she can’t do this.

****

We walk around the Strip for a while, but everything is fading now. We are killing too much time and momentum. She’s leading me, running around all A.D.D.

Eventually we get to my car and drive it back from Bellagio. I’m thinking about trying to bang her in the car, but it doesn’t feel like the right moment. I figure I’ll go for the bathroom or the bed when we get back to her place again.

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We get to her place again, at like 5 or 6 a.m. She falls into her bed. I crawl up next to her and say, “Come into the bathroom with me.” I actually reenact the Vegas Ballerina story exactly. I say, “Just come meet me in there,” and then walk in.

I stand there for two minutes. No sign of her. I wash up a little, and keep waiting. Finally, I concede that I’ve lost this battle.

I get back in bed with her and we start making out, silently. I feel her up, and then start fingering her. She’s slowing down, though.

Finally, I grab her hand and put it on my cock. I let go… and her hand drops to the bed. She’s asleep, or pretending to be.

Like a WWF referee, I give her the three-count. I take her hand again and put it on my cock, studying for signs of life. THUMP. It falls to the mattress again.

And then once more. Hand on the cock… and she’s out, ladies and gentlemen.

Fuck it, I guess I’ll get a little bit of sleep.

****

Feeling Blue

I wake up in the morning with the bluest balls I’ve ever had. They feel like 10-pound bowling balls filled with metal. With all the grinding in the club and walking around in dress shoes, they are fucking killing me. I need to bust a nut.

Mother Hen goes into the shower and I see Shakey’s eyes open briefly. She’s semi-conscious for sure. That’s good enough for me. I spring into action.

I roll her on top of me and start humping away. There’s no time for handjob negotiations. I grab hold of her ass, pushing her down harder into me. She starts humping back, so I know it’s all good. I give it a solid one-minute effort and have an orgasm that I can’t really describe as pleasurable, more just relieving. It’s like the feeling of finally taking a piss when you’ve drank 3 liters of Pepsi at a party. I slow it down and then stop completely, helping to roll her back onto the bed.

I’m not even sure she knows I had an orgasm. I don’t really care. I needed that.

****

We say our goodbyes, and then I ask if they’d mind if I sleep in their room until checkout. They don’t care. Sweet.

As soon as they leave, I take a massive dump in their bathroom. Then a maid walks in and I have to tell her to leave.

I end up just getting dressed and hitting the road. When I finally get home to LA at 3 p.m. I set my alarm for 5 p.m. and decide to take a nap.

When I open my eyes, I’m disoriented and know something has gone wrong. I look at my phone: 3 AM. Fuck. My alarm wasn’t on, and I just slept for 12 hours.

I have work in 6 hours. What a weird-ass weekend.

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Wrapping It Up

I’d say this trip was a big success. I had a great time getting to know Rookie and Gmac, and seeing them in action. It was a big boost to my confidence to know that I could not only roll with these other bloggers and wingmen of Roosh, but also earn their respect.

The fact that I didn’t pay for any food or a hotel room is also a big win. The gas money probably came out to like $80, but it was a pretty cheap little getaway.

And of course, I had a good time with Shakey. Things didn’t exactly go my way, but she’s a fun, cute little girl, and she was a fucking wild dancer. Having a sexy girl with you in the club for the night is a great feeling.

If I had spent two nights in Vegas, I’m sure I could have picked up a notch.

Next time…