My name is Chad and I swing both ways. It had been a long night at work, I tend bar at a Strip Hotel and I'd seen enough to have me thinking about what I was going to do to spend my Friday night.
A few of the dancers had come in with their sugar daddies, had a drink or two, then left to spend a few hours with the horny old guys upstairs in their vip rooms - the girls leaving with one or two nice (and expensive) mementos of their evening.
One of the boy dancers came in with a dowager, had two drinks, and then left with her to go upstairs too. Another boy dancer came in with his big daddy...they stayed for only one drink and I could see just how horny the old guy was.
I'd seen enough and as soon as I got off work, I headed to a gay bar not far from where I worked. The great thing about Vegas is that it never closes and one can find anything they might want day or night. I could've gotten it on with one of the cocktail girls, her husband was out of town and she'd always had a thing for me. Or, I could've gone to the Tranny Bar to get together with one of the "girls" who had the hots for me.
I went to the gay bar because I felt like getting it on with a boy toy.
The bartender greeted me and offered to make a new drink he'd just read about. I thanked him and ordered a beer. Looking around, I didn't see anyone that I was particularly interested in that appeared to be free. Oh well. Another boring night.
Then, about n hour after I got there, a couple walked in the door, a man and woman. What in the hell are they doing here, I thought.
The guy was in his fifties, a little on the thin side. The woman wasn't all that great looking but there was something about her that advertised "hot - hot"! She did the ordering in a thickly accented voice - somewhere from Eastern Europe I guessed. He ordered a vodka and she asked for a gin and tonic.
I noticed how the guy was checking out the place and its customers. They clearly knew where they were and who was there.
It took about five minutes until the woman got up and came over to me. "Can we buy you a drink?"
I was intrigued and replied, "why not?" I moved to the stool next to her and she introduced the man to me. "This is Alexi", she said. "And I'm Nikki."
I told her my name was Chad and she told me that Alexi and she were from the former Soviet Union. "But, we live in New Jersey now."
"Welcome to Vegas. But, do you know where you are?"
"Sure, we're in a gay bar and Alexi wants to pick you up."
The directness kind of shook me. "Just like that?"
"Well, not that crudely but how else should I put it?"
I shrugged and said that it was as good a way as any. "And, what about you", I asked.
"You take care of Alexi and I'll take care of you if that's what you want."
We had a couple more drinks and Nikki told me a bit about themselves. Alexi was a scientist working in a research lab in New Jersey and Nikki worked as a private secretary. They were in Vegas for a conference and would be here for several more days.
Alexi was really chugging down the Vodka and it wasn't long before it appeared to start getting to him.
"Why don't we go to our hotel", she suggested.
I nodded to Rob, the bartender, and he ordered a taxi.
Alexi got in first, Nikki followed, and I took the outside. Once she told the driver where to go, she put her hand in my lap, searching for my penis. It got hard real quick and, before I knew it, she unzipped my pants and took it out. "Oh! That's nice," she murmured. The next thing I knew, she bent down and engulfed my flesh in her mouth, sucking and licking, moaning all the while.
I could see the driver in the rearview mirror and saw that he knew exactly what was going on. She stopped several times to keep me from cumming, lifting up to tongue kiss me.