1. What Happens in Vegas


    Date: 6/1/2016, Categories: Fantasy, Exhibitionism, Female exhibitionist, Author: The_Technician, Rating: 75, Source: sexstories.com

    before looking back to Dave and saying, “I assure you that Sandy will be perfectly safe with me. My boyfriend, who couldn’t be with us tonight, works with me in the lab and will be helping run the final tests tomorrow. If everything goes well, Strippermobile 2.0 really is scheduled for its first public run tomorrow night.” “Dave,” Sandra said, “In case you didn’t catch on, Gerry was never my boyfriend. In high school it was more like he was just one of the girls. He wasn’t officially out of the closet, but everyone knew. So, he isn’t an old flame that you have to worry about. He’s more of an really safe old girlfriend. We have always been and will always be just very good friends.” “OK,” grumped Dave. “Just don’t do anything stupid.” “And by stupid,” she explained with a forced smile to the rest of the table, “he means anything that might be fun.” Turning to look directly at her husband seated next to her she huffed, “Lighten up! This is Vegas. Can’t a girl have a little fun once in a while without you worrying about what the neighbors might think?” “I tell you what,” Gerry said. “I will meet with you and the event coordinator from The Penthouse at 2:30. Then we can go over to my labs to look at the Strippermobile. You will be back here in plenty of time to do your last minute checks and I will be here in plenty of time to lead the tour of the Strip.” Sandra was nearly bouncing in her seat like a little girl being offered her favorite ice cream as she said, “That works for ...
    me.” Dave looked more like a kid in a dentist’s waiting room as he muttered, “I’ll be playing golf.” Then he added ominously, “Remember, don’t do anything that might get back home. We do have an image to maintain. And not everything that happens in Vegas stays in Vegas.” Gerry was about to say something in reply, but at that moment a swarm of waiters and waitresses flooded into the room bringing their meals. They were fast and efficient and within moments everyone was served. Following dinner, there were the customary speeches and reminiscences, and of course, the stupid prizes for longest married, most kids, who came from farthest away, and all of that. A little before midnight, the party broke up with most of the guests wandering into the casino itself to see if they could parlay their free chips into a windfall fortune. By one am, most had exhausted their supply of chips and were headed up to their rooms. *** The afternoon meeting with the event coordinator from The Penthouse restaurant was your typical, boring, go-down-the-checklist type of meeting that is a part of setting up gatherings at any hotel or resort. At least it lasted only an hour, so by 3:45, Gerry and Sandra were walking out the front door of the casino. After his car was brought around, he headed up Las Vegas Boulevard for a couple of blocks and then turned off the Strip and zig-zagged over to West Reno street and a rather nondescript building that looked like it had once been an auto repair shop– it had ...
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