Why would I be saying that?   Please allow me to give you two very good reasons:

First reason is that most men here can’t read or follow simple instructions outlined in my FetLife Profile. It’s there, trust me, all you have to do is read it.  Pleas?

Second reason…. For the second time in two months, you left me standing in front of a shell shocked boss, stunned coworkers and befuddled guests, trying to explain what you just said to me at my place of employment.

Did I mention that Las Vegas has an unemployment rate of almost 20%

Twice I had to think quick to defend my job as well as your stupidity. Hoping and praying that what just happened didn’t get me fired.

There is a reason you won’t see me post my work location or certain photos, because what my job is and who I work for is very important to me. Being that I am trying to keep a roof over my head, you should understand that I need some discretion.

I feel very, very fortunate to be working in such a nice position within a beautiful resort on the Las Vegas Strip and want to keep my job thank you very much. I could use more hours and better pay, but when the city has 20% unemployment, you should be happy just to have a job.

So when we meet for coffee or whatever, or you recognize me at work and want to say hello, please do so. I promise I will say hello right back with a sweet smile. Just please stop it there.

Nope, not that simple. Last month I agreed to meet a nice local guy off of FetLife. We have coffee and some innocent chat, where I casually and in confidence reveal where I work. Figuring he has a brain, he lives in Las Vegas and he should understand that some jobs on the Strip need discretion. After some nice chatter, we go our separate ways to work.

Two days later, they assign me to work pool desk during a busy afternoon time. What happens? Mr Charming just happens to be on the Strip, at the pool at my resort. Hanging with some friends. What a coincidence!

What does Mr Charming say to me when he returns to the pool booth? In front of my coworkers, boss and VIP guests, in a manly loud voice? “Hey there sexy. Loved your post last night. Hey, maybe after work we can meet, um, meet for coffee and.. a  that blow job you never gave me when we met??” (I never promised anything).

Go ahead, try explaining THAT one to everyone around you.

The last moron- thankfully went beyond that and got his ass kicked off the property. After spouting off something like above, Mr Stud Muffin mentioned something about how seeing my pretty perky (?) titties down by the pool, made it very difficult for him to go swimming. That’s when security escorted him off property and I was sent to the HR department.

My only saving grace there was that the weekend supervisor is a 50 year old virgin who probably has never seen her tits in the daylight, gave me a strong lecture on abusing my God Given charms and how I should be so lucky to have a job like mine. She knew she had crossed the line on that one and let me go without any paperwork in my file.

So please do not take that as I am giving up on men, No Way!. Just the local idiots who can’t seem to read. Be a man first, say hello and a nice conversation, email and all that. Than ask for friendship. Just don’t ask to meet me for coffee or whatever… . The answer is NO – I have a job I am trying to keep.

Loves and Licks

Vegas Vicky

So you all know that Mr Wonderful has left for greener pastures.  Or at least pastures that have better job prospects.  It was a tough break but one that had to be done to save each others sanity.  we are still friends and talk often.  So its not all Kleenex and curling up to a pillow at night.

Once the word got out that I was ‘free” I was bombarded with email from every kook and kinky idiot west of the Rockies and than some.  Men, I am fine and as you will see, have had my sexual fix filled just fine thank you very much.

Of course the roses, gifts and cards are always welcomed and appreciated.  Thank you for them all! It makes this girl’s heart go thump!

One of the surprising things to come out of this is ordeal is the fact that I can live on my own and by myself and live a full life if that’s what it is that I want to do. My finances were tough and still are, but they are getting better thanks to a few nice friends and fans.

First there was a silence in my life.  After a few days of crying and whining, my webmaster friend called and invited me to dinner.  AT first I said no, but he persisted that I needed to get out and talk about it.  I did. We had a really nice talk about men (good and bad), dating and life in general.  That evening ended with my pussy being his dessert in the backseat of his car.   A welcomed switch and a delicious way to end the night.  That boy can eat me out anytime he wants!!

My work got busy as the summer goes on.  Job 1 at the resort is slamming with summer time tourist, families and fancy men with big expense accounts courting their secretaries and such.  So more hours there has helped out.  I worked the pool desk a few times and made some nice tips.  I could get used to that.

They also cracked down again and fired another person for exposing some things at work online.  They really are tough on that shit.

Job number 2 is just that.  But with my sissy maid friend there, he makes it all go real easy.  In fact, I request more night shifts now just so its just him and I working.  Well, I just sit there doing my nails and bark orders at him and he smiles and obeys like a good little bitch. Meanwhile he gets a hard on and knows what would happen if I ever saw that at my house.  Naughty boy.

Hell, my sissy maid even stirred a few things up at home.  The other day my webmaster friend was over and I was on the bed with him eating me out again, and again when I forgot it was cleaning day.  Sissy maid rang the door bell and I had to get it.  He showed up with is little frilly maid outfit and went right to work. I looked at that ass shaped in the fish net stockings. Hmm…

After Mr WebMaster left, I got a silly idea and ordered my sissy maid into the bedroom to clean up what was left of my little eat me and fuck me session.  My sissy maid apologized about her/his hard on when I told him what he had to do.  He/she got right to work and licked me clean inside and out, bringing me to a rocking orgasm… That was the first time I ever had anyone lick me clean after a good fuck and now I know it won’t be the last!

A few days later I got a call from my Mystery Man.  He was coming to Las Vegas as a last minute assignment for his job.  Would I be available for dinner??  Well, dah!!  For that man I would be there in a New York minute!

Its been three dates in the last month and one was his boss!!  Each time its basically the same dreamy night.  First, a romantic dinner at some fancy place on the strip.  Followed by a nice show or concert  before we retire for the night to his suite.  One ended with a hot cock sucking in the jacuzzi.  One was no sex, just a quick feel of my tits followed by a kiss and the last one was a marathon fuck session that left me sore for a day.  Each time, they leave me with an envelope of cash.  I feel so dirty getting paid for it, yet so excited when I see it.

I am finding a new side of me that is not so feminine.  One more dominant and one who is liking to be served rather than me serving them.  Oh, don’t fear, cock sucking is still my almost daily routine.  Always able to find some willing subject who can  feed me his hard cock and reward me with his cum.  But I am starting to crave a return favor if not an outright just eat me and leave me alone!

That of course brings me to Jeff.  Yes.  Can’t have a change in my life without notifying your older brother and having a long crying call to him.  Actually there have been several nights of  some very long talks, several boxes of Kleenex, soul searching over some wine with the man who knows me better than anybody and the one I owe my sex drive to.

Somewhere int here, I found time to hang out with my girlfriends after work.  Hitting Fremont Street more than the strip and having way more fun with the tourist and the married men we meet and tease downtown.  Getting drunk and letting my top accidentaly fall open or my skirt blow up .  Ooops, no panties tonight?? Silly me!

Binions has become my new haunt at the blackjack table and the Wheel of Fortune slot machines there have blessed me well. Actually have better luck with women dealers than men.  they know how to deal and join in on the teasing we do with the men.  Just girls having some fun.

So there you have it.  A quick, down and sexy update on my life since He left me in Vegas.

So don’t worry about me and keep sending me your thoughts, comments and sexy notes.  i read them all.

Loves and Licks

Vegas Vicky