What Happens in Vegas

"Vegas? You're getting married in Las Vegas?"

Diane smiled at her friend as she laid back in her chair and pulled on a pair of red, heart shaped sunglasses to shield her emerald green eyes from the Cancun sun. "Oh, Shell, you know I always wanted to get married in Las Vegas in one of those chapels by a guy dressed like Elvis! I've talked about that since we've been kids. Even you thought it would be cool."

Shelly shook her head and replied, "Well that was before I knew my father was going to be the groom!"

The two girls, laying on lounge chairs on the beach in front of their hotel, had indeed been friends since they were seven years old. Upon their high school graduation Shelly, the more responsible one, had gone off to college, while Diane, a smart, but somewhat undisciplined party girl, had gotten a job at the local Hooters. They had reunited in the fall when Diane started a relationship with Shelly's forty year old, divorced father. The couple's first night together had a bit of a whoops and Diane was now five months pregnant with Shelly's soon-to-be half sibling.

Shelly had been horrified at the relationship at first, but while home over Christmas break, had begun to accept the situation. For the last five years her dad, Doug, had raised her alone after her mom divorced him and took off to the West Coast to start a new life. Shelly knew it hadn't been easy for him, especially after she had left for college. Now, living with Diane, and seeing the chance to expand his family, her father seemed happier than he had in, well, a decade.

And Shelly had to admit that the situation seemed to be good for Diane too. She'd had the reputation as the school slut growing up, but since she'd gotten pregnant and moved in with Doug, she stopped drinking and become, if not a domestic goddess, a responsible significant other to her future husband.

"Di, are you sure you really want to do this?" asked Shelly. "The age difference..."

"Oh, it not as big as some people I heard about," said Diane, "But more importantly, your Dad is one of the few men I ever met that treated me as more than just a pair of legs with big boobs! Don't get me wrong, playing the role of the bimbo in the bedroom or even for a night out on the town can be hot as hell, but being treated as just a fuck toy 24/7 is awful, at least for me. Your dad, when I have an idea, takes it seriously and if it's a good one we run with it. It's so refreshing to have somebody who treats me like I'm more than just irresponsible 12-year old."

"Like this wedding," she continued. " I figured If it was going to be a destination wedding, Las Vegas makes a lot of sense. The airfare and hotel are pretty cheap and the casino and shows will give people something to do rather than just coming for the ceremony and Doug agreed. Besides since this is his second wedding and my first, so Daddy says I should be able to choose...."

"Can you not call him that when I'm around!" moaned Shelly. "He's my real dad, you know!"

Diane giggled, "Sorry, I forgot!"

Doug, carrying three drinks, returned from the hotel bar. "A Pina Colada for you," he said, handing a drink to Shelly, "and a Shirley Temple for you," passing a glass to Diane.

It hadn't been Shelly's plan to spend spring break with her father and Diane in Cancun, but her college love life had sadly been lacking. Shelly had never paid much attention to boys in high school, instead involving herself in sports and studying. She'd been content to just listen to Diane's often crazy sexual exploits.

Now in college, however, she found herself wanting a boyfriend. There was no reason on the surface she shouldn't have attracted male attention. While she didn't have a playboy centerfold body like the brunette Diane, she was an attractive girl with vivid blue eyes and long, straight blond hair and a nice, if more athletic, figure.

However, unlike her vivacious friend, Shelly was shy and bookish and always felt awkward around the opposite sex. She'd had a couple hook ups in her first semester at college, but no fulfilling relationships and nobody she wanted to spend time with on spring break. When her father and Diane had invited her to join them in Cancun, she decided it was better than just moping around the dorm for a week, alone.

Shelly had never really been jealous of Diane's success with boys growing up, but now on the Cancun beach, she found their attention to her friend annoying. Diane, despite being obviously pregnant, was wearing one of her typical micro bikinis (really just three tiny, bright red triangles of fabric connected by what seemed to be dental floss). Her slightly swollen, but well tanned belly, instead of putting off guys, seemed to intrigue them, and several college aged men had stopped and engaged her in conversation, apparently mistaking Doug as a father vacationing with his two daughters. Diane was always polite, but firm in rejecting their interest, and Doug seemed to find the whole thing amusing. In fact, Shelly suspected, he was a bit proud of having a fiancé that was the center of so much male attention.

"It's a small wedding. There's only going to be a handful guests," continued Diane. "Mostly just Daddy's- ah, I mean Doug's family or good friends from work. I also asked Jill from high school and my mom and stepdad. And of course you, as maid of honor, and whoever you want to bring."

Shelly avoided talking about her lack of a boyfriend, instead asking about Diane's stepdad. "Your letting Bob come? Why? He's was such a creep to you!"

She had never met, or even seen a picture of Diane's stepdad, but had gotten plenty of stories about him brushing up against his stepdaughter, coping a feel or walking in on her in the shower.

"If I didn't, I'll never hear the end of it from my mom," Diane replied. "I told her I want them to stay at a different hotel, however. I don't want to have to see Bob anymore than I have to."

***

The next time the two had a chance for a long conversation in person was the night before the wedding at the steakhouse in the Luxor Hotel in Vegas. The guy's were taking Doug out for a night on the town and Shelly, Jill and Diane's mom were supposed to take Diane to dinner. Unfortunately, Jill was ill from jetlag and begged off. Also, Diane's mom had another fight with Bob, and didn't feel up to eating, so it was just the two girls.

"I can't believe mom and Bob had a fight here in Vegas," said Diane," you think they could just enjoy getting away from home for the weekend, if nothing else."

"Forget about them," said Shelly. "This is your last night as a free woman! Let's do something crazy."

"How crazy can I get?" Diane replied. "I'm seven months pregnant and not allowed to drink."

"Well, the guys are living it up. I think they are taking a my dad to a strip club."

"That's an idea," said Diane, "we could go to a strip club."

"I don't think there are any clubs with male strippers around here, and the only women who go to regular strip clubs are lesbians."

"That not true," said Diane, "When I was dancing there were lot of married women who-"

"What?" interrupted Shelly, "You danced at a strip club? I thought you worked for Hooters."

"Oh, I guess I never told you that," said Diane. "It was just for weekends in the summer last year. This guy I was seeing had a friend that managed the 'Puss 'n Boots' downtown. He was desperate for more girls and convinced me I could make some good money, and just out of school I really needed the cash."

"How did you learn to dance?" Shelly asked. "I took a pole dancing exercise class at school first semester and it isn't easy!"

Diane laughed, "I bought a portable practice pole from Amazon, set it up in my mom's basement and watched a lot of You Tube videos about it. I was actually fairly good by the end of the summer, though not as professional as some of the girls who had been at it for years."

"Didn't you find the job... well, degrading?" asked Shelly. "What about your privacy?"

"Actually once you got over the idea of being naked in front of a crowd, it was a lot of fun. I mean you got a room full of guys who are clapping and hollering in excitement at you just because they get to see you in nothing but your birthday suit. Plus, I enjoyed buying and wearing sexy little outfits to strip out of. I admit, it can have its downside. There are a few creeps in the audience, but everybody uses a stage name so they don't know who we really are. I was 'Heather Flannigan.' I left when the crowds did at the end of the summer, but I don't regret working there, though it's not for everybody," Diane related.

"Have you told my dad?"

"Oh sure," Diane replied. "I don't keep anything from him. In fact, I set my pole up in his basement and sometimes we'll do a role play where he's a well-heeled customer and I'm working the pole and he offers me a big tip to - "

"That's my dad, Di! Too much information!" interrupted Shelly, covering her eyes.

"Sorry. For a moment it felt like we were back in high school talking in my bedroom."

Suddenly Shelly looked up. "Okay, let's do it! Let's get a cab and go to a club. Just make sure it's not the one the men are at!"

***

In a half-hour the cab deposited them in from of a building with a sign showing a nearly naked cowgirl outlined in neon. The club was named "The Titty Twister." They entered, found a table and ordered some drinks. The club was large, with two stages. At the closest stage a girl was working the audience wearing only sparkly high heels. Currency of various denominations littered the stage floor.

"How much can you make a night?" whispered Shelly.

"On a good night you could pull in close to a grand," replied Diane. "However, you had to pay the club, plus tip the DJ and bouncers, so you didn't take it all home."

"You paid the club? Why weren't they paying you?"

"It doesn't work that way. You sort of rent stage time. Even with all that, however, as long as the club is crowded, you make good money," Diane replied.

As they drank and watched the dancers, Shelly found that she was surprised at how normal the girls looked. Yes, there were a couple like Diane with perfect bodies, and obviously those with boob jobs too, but the large majority of the dancers had just an average build, yet, they nearly generated as much enthusiasm from the audience as more voluptuous women.

After her fourth drink, Shelly murmured. "You know, I could do this!"

"I'm sure after your pole class you could dance it, but you'd never take you clothes off in front of a male audience!" laughed Diane.

"You did!"

"Well, that's me!" replied Diane. "You're different. More responsible. You don't do crazy stuff."

"You mean more boring," Shelly huffed. "Maybe I do, do crazy stuff in Vegas!" She pointed to a sign on the wall that read, "Amateur Contest 10PM to 12PM. Strut your Stuff and Keep the Cash and Win a Prize! See the manager for details."

"Shell, don't be silly. What would you wear?"

"This!" she replied indicating the tight, black suit she was wearing. "And I have my best, sexiest bra and panties underneath." She stood up and started walking to the manager's office.

"Shell, no!" Diane replied, going after her friend, but the few extra pounds of baby she was carrying prevented her from reaching Shelly before she was inside the office. By the time she caught up with her friend, the manager was saying "Okay, you go on second. Do you want to use a stage name?"

Shelly smiled, "Call me Heather Flannigan!"

***

Fortunately, Shelly had just enough alcohol in her system by the time it was her turn that her inhibitions were gone, but her physical coordination was only slightly impaired. She walked out on the stage and smiled at the audience which was 95% male and equality split between tourists and locals. They hollered and hooted. Despite this being a contest for "Amateurs," most of the girls that entered had danced before. A girl that had simply wandered in from the street and decided on a whim to participate, was rare treat and excited the crowd.

She started with some simple swings around the pole, then stripped off her jacket and tossed it into the crowd, aiming for Diane, so she could retrieve it later. As she matched her movements to the music she relaxed drawing on her experience from the class she'd taken. Although she would never had admitted it to anybody, much of the time in the gym she had fantasized about doing this: being brave enough to dance in front of a crowd of horny men. Part of her couldn't believe she was actually doing it. The alcohol and being a thousand miles away from anybody that knew her was liberating.

Her blouse came off next. She unbuttoned it slowly reveal more cleavage with each moment. Slowly she teased the audience in the way she'd seen some of the girls do earlier. When she finally stripped off the top to show a pretty purple and blue, slightly see-through bra, the crowd when wild with excitement.

As Shelly slipped off her skirt, sliding it slowly down her legs, she realized that her own pussy was wet. The excitement and arousal of all the men in the room seemed to affect her body. Was it all that male pheromone in the room? Tossing her skirt into the audience where she hoped Diane could get it, she found herself only clad in the matching bra, panties and black high heels. Freed of most of her clothes, she rubbed her crotch suggestively up against the brass post and was surprised about how good it felt. Did this feeling come over all the dancers, or was it because it was her first time and she was tipsy?

She jumped up on the pole, grabbing it between her legs and let herself spin around it. She held on with one hand as the other waved at the appreciative audience. As her momentum faded, she reached to the clasp between her breasts and unsnapped it, freeing her tits. They weren't huge, but well shaped with nipples the color of bubble gum that in the A/C, were very hard. The crowd, based on their roar, appreciated the display.

Tossing the bra into the audience and not even worrying about where it landed, Shelly jumped off the pole and then back on to get her momentum going again. This time she let go of the pole with both hands, trusting her the strength of her thighs to hold her as she swung.

She had gained enough confidence to dismount by leaning back, placing her hands on the floor and flipping over and back on her feet. As she did so she noticed for the first time dollar bills scattered on the stage and somebody holding a twenty out from the audience. She knew what he wanted and slid over to him, giving him a smile and letting him slip the bill inside her thong at the hip.

By the time her song was coming to an end, Shelly had a dozen bills tucked in her underwear. Moving to the pole, she pushed stomach against it and moved her hands to her hips. Rolling down her panties bit by bit she exposed her ass completely, then turned back to the audience with only the tiniest triangle of fabric covering her shaved pussy. Dramatically she let the panties drop to the floor and kicked them into the crowd. Letting her back slide down the pole she knelt with her legs spread wide to give the men a good view of the pink lips of her pussy. The audience went wild and even though she knew the men in the crowd saw her only as a sex object, the thought made her even wetter and droplets fell from her lips onto the stage floor.

***

"Well, that was quite a performance," said Diane, " especially for a first timer."

Shelly was dressed again --well mostly dressed as her bra and panties seemed to be lost forever. "Once I was dancing it was so weird. Like I was somebody else," Shelly hissed with excitement. "I can't believe I did that and that they loved it!"

Diane glanced at her watch, "Listen, Shell, its late and I'm getting married tomorrow. We need to go."

"But I want to see if I won! Listen, take a cab and I'll follow as soon as the contest ends. I spoke to the bouncer, he's a nice guy and he'll make sure I get into my Uber without a problem."

After making Shelly promise she'd leave as soon as the winner was announced, Diane left. A few minutes after she was out the door, however, a man sat down next to Shelly and gave her a smile.

"That was an impressive performance," he said. "Was that really your first time on stage?"

Shelly assessed the man. In his late forties, but not bad looking with salt and pepper hair. He wore a suit and was probably a businessman here with a convention.

"Thanks" she replied. "Yes, it was my first time with an audience. And you are?"

He smiled. "Rodger. Rodger Harrison. Can I buy you a drink?"

***

When Shelly walked out of her bathroom at the Luxor she was wearing nothing but her heels. Rodger was sitting on the bed waiting. She liked his confident manner and obeyed his order to undress completely in the bathroom and return to him.

He was still wearing his suit. "Very pretty," he said, looking her up and down. He stood up quickly, pushed the naked girl up against the wall and started kissing her. His hand went to her throat, giving it a firm squeeze.

A jolt of fear and arousal went through Shelly's body. None of the boys she'd hooked up with at school had taken charge of the situation like this. She could taste the nicotine on his breath as they kissed. She didn't smoke herself, but somehow the fact that he did turned her on. His hand ran over her nude body. Touching, squeezing, caressing. Shelly felt her pussy get wet. It was something about him being fully clothed and her naked and vulnerable that really aroused her.

A hand cupped her right breast and then pulled on her nipple. "Nice tits, but you should get the nipples pierced. They would look good with a pair of slave rings through them, "he whispered in her ear. "Then I could slip my pinky through one and give it a pull."

The thought of that excited Shelly. She never considered wearing jewelry there, but maybe...

His hand then slid down her belly and in between her legs, grabbing her pussy and giving it a squeeze. She knew he could feel how wet she was wet down there.

"What a little slut you are," he murmured in her ear, "Your cunt is sopping wet." The words were humiliating and demeaning and they aroused Shelly even more.

"I'm a naughty girl," she moaned, surprised at the remarks coming out of her mouth. "Slap me."

Rodger seemed to have no compunction about that and still holding her by the throat, gave her a stinging, open hand slap to her face. Then with a strength that shocked her, he then picked her up and easily tossed her on the bed, then started pulling off his own clothes.

Shelly's heart was pounding by the time he was undressed. His eyes focused on hers as he advanced on her.

Standing at the edge of the bed, his eyes glanced down to his cock which was still only partly erect. "Come here and suck it, whore."

Shelly decided to play hard to get and shook her head. Rodger then reached out and slapped her face again. Grabbing her by the hair he dragged her head to his cock and repeated the order. Shelly complied, taking his manhood into her mouth with her trembling hand. She ran her tongue over the soft phallus and it began to harden. She loved the feeling of being told what to do by this older man, though she knew she shouldn't.

It wasn't long till he was rock hard. Grabbing her by the hair again, he forced her to present her ass to him. He then slid his thumb insider her pussy and used his fingers diddle her clit. This forced a moan of pleasure from her lips.

Despite this, she teased him by starting to climb off the other side of the bed, but he seized her arm and roughly pulled her back on, pushing her down, and pinning her with his weight.

"Where are you going, slut?" he asked. "I'm going to rail your little pussy so hard that you won't be able to walk tomorrow!"