Disclaimer - This story contains scenes of mild female domination and brief urine consumption. Do not read if this offends you.
Len had been a CPA for almost twenty years, working for the same company right out of college. His life had become mundane, spending weekends working on his car, staycations instead of traveling and attending boring neighborhood parties. He had been able to have regular hookups with some local women, but each of them seemed desperate and wanted a committed relationship early on. Len was primarily interested in sex early on.
He also had cravings for some sexual acts in which none of the local woman seemed interested. A friend who had been to Las Vegas recently told Len how exciting it was to visit the city. There were many fine restaurants, exotic hotels, each with a different theme and a casino, and gorgeous women were everywhere. Len decided to visit Las Vegas to take a real vacation, and he took plenty of money with him.
He stayed at the Las Vegas Hilton, one of the older hotels. During the first day, he just walked up and down the strip, checking out each hotel, and getting familiar with the area. Late that afternoon he went to the bar at Caesar's Palace. It was dark and practically empty, so he knew he had come in too early. He stepped outside, unsure of what he wanted to do, when a scantily dressed young girl approached him on the sidewalk.
She handed him a flyer. "Hottest girls in Vegas, guaranteed!" she beamed at him. Len glanced at the flyer, which was from the Pleasure Palace.
"How do I find it?" he quickly asked the girl.
She was excited that he had showed interest and handed him a business card. "It's not far; take a Uber or taxi to this address and just walk in," she said.
Len hailed a cab and gave the business card to the driver. "Oh, yeah, I know where this is," he said, handing the card back to Len.
"What's this place like?" Len inquired.
"I can't afford to find out myself, but I take several men a day out there and they always come back happy; a little poorer but satisfied," was the answer.
When the cab arrived at the Pleasure Palace, Len was surprised. It was huge, like a mansion, with a U-shaped driveway and well-kept flower gardens out front. He went to the front door and just walked in as the girl had instructed. In the center of a large hallway was a desk, behind which sat a beautiful woman, probably much older than Len. She promptly handed him a form on a clipboard and a pen.
"Good afternoon, and welcome to the Pleasure Palace," she said with a warm smile. "Please write why you are here, and be specific so that we can guarantee your satisfaction. Then take the form into the room on your left, where you will find all our guides who are not occupied. Simply give your form to the guide of your choice and she will help you."
Len wasn't expecting such formality, but he was intrigued. In the space below the question, "What would you like today?" he wrote:
"I want to be sexually dominated by two young pretty women with slender bodies. I will want them to sit on my face, to give me hand jobs, blow jobs and to fuck me. Depending on how attractive they are, I am curious about anal and piss play."
After he left the clipboard with the woman, he went into the room to his left. There were seven girls in the room, sitting on sofas and chairs. Each of them only wore a flimsy negligee. Len approached a pretty girl with dark hair and brown eyes and handed her his form. She stood up, smiled and said "Welcome; I'm Gina. Give me a moment to read what you need and then we will proceed."
As she silently read the form, the girl looked up and said, "Please select an additional guide." Len looked at all the beautiful girls in the room and pointed at a blond, who stood up and came over.
"This is Ruth; will you both follow me, please?" Gina asked.
Soon they were in a large room, elaborately filled with furniture, and paintings on the wall. In the center of the room was a large poster bed. Len noticed immediately that there were ropes leading from each poster to the corners of the mattress. Next to the bed was a table with sex toys, a riding crop, several blindfolds, a long leather whip and several pairs of handcuffs.
Once they closed the door, Gina addressed his needs with Len. "Two guides are five hundred dollars per hour, for an overnight stay it would be one thousand, five hundred dollars. For a twenty-four-hour experience it would be three thousand dollars. A mandatory tip would be twenty-five percent for each of us. Is that agreeable?" she asked.
"Absolutely," grinned Len, "and you can have me for twenty-four hours." He was willing to give them everything he had.
"Wonderful," Gina replied. "Please take off your clothes while I tell you how we do things. For a blow job or fucking, a condom is a must, and we have an adequate supply. Since we will be engaging in sex acts, our own pleasure is also required, how and as we need it. However, the time it takes us to achieve orgasm will not be included in the time for which you pay."
"That seems fair," Len agreed.
