Me being Bad??
July 10, 2010 by Vicky
Being that I am where I am with the finances and the jobs, I always take on added assignments when I can. This of course meant that I had to work the holiday weekend at the resort.
Working the front area of a Las Vegas Strip resort is nothing to sneeze at. Especially when its a hot holiday weekend like the fourth of July. The men in tight shirts (or not), the parties, the men and the fun everyone comes to Vegas for, is all wrapped up and put onto overdrive.
Once in awhile I would sneak a peak out by the pool or on break, I would take my badge off and sneak around the pool and cabana areas to see all the well muscled, tanned and hot bodies. All there for my visual inspection. Gawd I love summer in Las Vegas!
Well, I was working my desk and chatting with a guest who comes in a few times a year and books the same things each time. This time I was trying to get him to book an upgrade and each time he turned to look at his friends or do something else, I opened a button on my uniform. Did I mention I was enjoying his chats and his flirts??
Well, he finally looked down and in a voice that was louder than normal, commented on my nice, pert nipples. Yes. Out loud. He did book the upgrade, but I called to the boss’s office for a real serious reaming.
In signing the form reprimand form, I noticed that the form now has highlighted the company’s policy on social media standards and posting company information or anything that would bring harm to the company reputation or cause embarrassment is grounds for immediate dismissal! Yikes!
Yes, I know the reprimand form very well. I may not be the ideal employee, but I make the guests smile any way I can.
Loves and Licks
Vegas Vicky
Mr Doe Does Return
June 28, 2010 by Vicky
My mystery man has returned and he brought gifts and a friend. None of this is bad either. It is something I have started to enjoy, is his courtship and his romance.
This time he came with his boss. Although I did not know he was the boss at first. Mr Doe forgot to include that little piece of information when he asked for me to meet him in his suite. It would have been nice to know.
They no longer allow you to just walk up and get on the elevator, you need an invite and that’s when the mystery gentleman appeared and escorted me to the room. A nice, older man with great taste in pin strip suits and musky, manly cologne. He introduced himself as Jerry and walked me to the room.
He was staying with Mr Doe and complimented me on what he was told. Except Mr Doe never mentioned my feet. He loved the open toed 3 inch heels I was wearing under my dress. Both compliments of Mr Doe. I get a little creeped out with men admiring my feet. I don’t understand it.
Mr Doe welcomed me in and handed me a glass of wine from my favorite winery. Nice touch. He apologized for not telling me about Jerry. They were both in town for a convention and got a good deal on the two room suite. So why not?
As Mr Doe was getting ready, Jerry and I flirted with each other as the three of us talked. Me, flashing Jerry more leg or a look down my top as I leaned over to get something from the table. Jerry smiling and teasing me with sweet words of romance and what Vegas means to a single man on the prowl. All in very refined words and with dignity that was making me laugh. It was like words he probably never used around the office or with his wife. I could also tell he was getting a little excited about what we were doing.
Mr Doe was still in the other room dressing and fussing while we were teasing and playing word games out in the den.
Jerry joined us for dinner in the Delmonico Steakhouse in the Venetian. Way out of my price range!! Than he excused himself as Mr Doe presented me with tickets to the Phantom of the Opera. I squealed with delight. I never saw the show here before and this was the shows fourth anniversary. A very big deal for Vegas shows.
They were actually compliments of Jerry. His boss. I think my heart stopped and my mouth dropped open when he said those words. Jerry and Boss together. I was teasing his boss?? Shit, I was in trouble.
The show was amazing. The costumes, the theater, the chandelier. At the end, everyone got a Phantom mask and posed for a audience picture.
All the while, Mr Doe kept getting text messages from Jerry. He kept raving about my legs and my feet. Mr Doe asked if I could repay him somehow. Show him my feet or let him touch them. Just something to get him to settle down.
So back in the suite, I sat in the living room, wearing just my bra, panties and heels. I sat there with my feet on a stool watching TV. Mr Doe loved what he saw and I rewarded him with a nice blow job. Jerry came in shortly after that and almost fell on the floor. Mr Doe left the room.
I wanted to know how I could thank him for the tickets and he just stood there in a trance. When I asked again, he went to his knees and touched my foot. I tried not to flinch. Than he asked if he could… well, if I would allow him to relieve himself on my feet.
Not really sure what he meant until he unzipped his fly and began to masturbate while kneeling over my feet. Calling me Mistress and thanking me for the honor. That my feet were to be cherished and loved and it was his honor to offer me the tickets in exchange for this honor.
I quickly reached for some Kleenex as I saw the pain on his face grow more and his hand move faster. He thanked me and filled his cum into the woad of tissue. A dam waste of cum right there. I don’t get it.
He cleaned himself up and excused himself after thanking me for the moment. Mr Doe returned with more wine and the remote. We sat on the couch and chatted. Never once saying a word of what just happened. A few movies, a lot of talk and we fell asleep on the couch in each others arms.
Room service woke us up. Jerry ordered breakfast for everyone.
They were staying the following night at the Bellagio and hoped I would join them by the pool. How could I pass that up? I just needed to run home for my bikini. Jerry said he would take care of that…
Stay tuned. It may get a bit weird around here.
Licks and Loves
Vicky
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