A word to Las Vegas Men
Today I want to talk… ok, maybe rant about Vegas Men. The morons who keep thinking that just because you live in Las Vegas, you can be like the tourists we have to deal with everyday. You live here, you should know better. So if you are a Las Vegas male, trying to “friend” me on FetLife in order to charm me with your talents and wits, give it up…
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
Part Five is Up
Ok my perverted friends and fans. I know I have been a bad little girl and deserve a spanking. But to keep you happy, I have completed part 5 to my fictional story on FetLife.
It was a pure labor of love and gave me some great masturbation material for days. So I hope it does the same for you. My fingers are still wet from the writing the last paragraph and I am sweating from the thoughts it gave me.
No, I am not telling you what it is. if you are a fan of mine, you KNOW what I am talking about.
So go off and find it. read it and let me know what you think
Love and licks
Vegas Vicky
