Lacy
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Part 13 – Rub a dub dub… three to a tub?
Club hopping with the boys; although the agenda did not include a strip club, we went to one anyway, where I made $20 betting with the boys – real or enhanced? (Men hate to think that those luscious lovelies are anything but squeezably soft.
); another late night with only a few hours of sleep, but I still had the wherewithall to defer to the early morning hours and exit the elevator on the 15th floor… alone. No tub buddies tonite. 
Part 14 – 3 seconds to go.. and it’s good!
That pesky alarm clock again
; my first venture into Trop’s casino; a little video poker (won $30) and put a bunch of comp credits on my player’s card; a trip back to Caeser’s Forum Shops to see if THE JACKET was still there (Yes.. and I left again without it. *sigh*); a few drinks at Cleopatra’s Barge watching the 4th quarter of the Packers/Viking game; a pilot conducting business at Caesers stops by to admire my short skirt and watch the game with me; after 4 ties, the Packers take it with 3 seconds to go.. and a field goal! YEAH!; the pilot won $1000 on the game and offers to celebrate with me (not tonight darling, I have other plans, perhaps tomorrow?)
Part 15 – Light It Up
A well deserved nap after room service of course; that pesky alarm clock again ; another wakeup shower; a daring couture dress and my 5†stilettos; bypass the looooong line and head straight up the escalator to Light (thank you, Bill); my first Merry Christmas of the early morning hours from one of the bouncers; several more chats with a number of the bouncers (the cutest guys in the place.. the guy in dreadlocks is too die for and the one over 6’5†tall is a noticeable change for me… looking up. ); dancing with a way too short Middle Eastern man who insists upon grinding his leg into my crouch (like that is gonna get him anywhere) and me constantly pushing him off during the entire song; back at the bar and a cute Armenian (several years my junior) who is adroitly staring down the cleavage of my dress while professing ignorance when I mention the Belushi brothers are also Armenian; a handsome African-American in a long sleeve sweater on the dancefloor, I tap him on the shoulder (Aren’t you hot? His reply; Yes.); that same handsome man a little later at the bar (he admits to following me); an introduction; a few drinks and a chat; he flew his family (mother, father, brother and 2 kids) to Vegas for the holidays (he also admits he is at the club at the invitation of mgmt, didn’t plan on dancing or staying and wishes to God he didn’t wear that sweater); the DJ spinning a quite popular hiphop song, me singing along and Mr. Handsome commenting that his Atlanta company produced it (Oh really?); another long chat on the excesses and extravagances of today’s recording artists; an invitation to other entertainment; a quick goodbye to the Armenian who stops me as I’m leaving the club; a brisk walk down the strip (I suggested walking, stupid me) to Seven; a speedy VIP entrance despite the long line (I guess Mr. Handsome DOES know a few people); a little people watching; a little dancing; a taxi (this time) to my hotel; another short elevator film (those security guys got to see plenty of me that weekend ); a little admiring of the black/white contrast in my ceiling mirrors; a quick shower (no tub tonite *sigh*) and room service…. again.
[ January 12, 2005, 05:34 PM: Message edited by: Lacy ]
Club hopping with the boys; although the agenda did not include a strip club, we went to one anyway, where I made $20 betting with the boys – real or enhanced? (Men hate to think that those luscious lovelies are anything but squeezably soft.
); another late night with only a few hours of sleep, but I still had the wherewithall to defer to the early morning hours and exit the elevator on the 15th floor… alone. No tub buddies tonite. Part 14 – 3 seconds to go.. and it’s good!
That pesky alarm clock again
; my first venture into Trop’s casino; a little video poker (won $30) and put a bunch of comp credits on my player’s card; a trip back to Caeser’s Forum Shops to see if THE JACKET was still there (Yes.. and I left again without it. *sigh*); a few drinks at Cleopatra’s Barge watching the 4th quarter of the Packers/Viking game; a pilot conducting business at Caesers stops by to admire my short skirt and watch the game with me; after 4 ties, the Packers take it with 3 seconds to go.. and a field goal! YEAH!; the pilot won $1000 on the game and offers to celebrate with me (not tonight darling, I have other plans, perhaps tomorrow?)Part 15 – Light It Up
A well deserved nap after room service of course; that pesky alarm clock again
; another wakeup shower; a daring couture dress and my 5†stilettos; bypass the looooong line and head straight up the escalator to Light (thank you, Bill); my first Merry Christmas of the early morning hours from one of the bouncers; several more chats with a number of the bouncers (the cutest guys in the place.. the guy in dreadlocks is too die for and the one over 6’5†tall is a noticeable change for me… looking up. ); dancing with a way too short Middle Eastern man who insists upon grinding his leg into my crouch (like that is gonna get him anywhere) and me constantly pushing him off during the entire song; back at the bar and a cute Armenian (several years my junior) who is adroitly staring down the cleavage of my dress while professing ignorance when I mention the Belushi brothers are also Armenian; a handsome African-American in a long sleeve sweater on the dancefloor, I tap him on the shoulder (Aren’t you hot? His reply; Yes.); that same handsome man a little later at the bar (he admits to following me); an introduction; a few drinks and a chat; he flew his family (mother, father, brother and 2 kids) to Vegas for the holidays (he also admits he is at the club at the invitation of mgmt, didn’t plan on dancing or staying and wishes to God he didn’t wear that sweater); the DJ spinning a quite popular hiphop song, me singing along and Mr. Handsome commenting that his Atlanta company produced it (Oh really?); another long chat on the excesses and extravagances of today’s recording artists; an invitation to other entertainment; a quick goodbye to the Armenian who stops me as I’m leaving the club; a brisk walk down the strip (I suggested walking, stupid me) to Seven; a speedy VIP entrance despite the long line (I guess Mr. Handsome DOES know a few people); a little people watching; a little dancing; a taxi (this time) to my hotel; another short elevator film (those security guys got to see plenty of me that weekend ); a little admiring of the black/white contrast in my ceiling mirrors; a quick shower (no tub tonite *sigh*) and room service…. again.[ January 12, 2005, 05:34 PM: Message edited by: Lacy ]
