So, from my ranting about strangers showing up to their first session with beer on their breath, to sandra nearly backing out of our evening when she watched the bartender at Red Square place a shirley temple in front of her and line up four shots of vodka in front of me, my favorite Van Gough Flavored Vodka Flight. I’m thinking she was worried about me drinking four shots of vodka, but she may been worried about how the half dozen HUGE Aussie boys who were standing next to me were going to react to her outfit. Perhaps it was simply the shame of having to drink a Shirley Temple in public.

I’m not quite sure. sandra had a lot of reasons to be nervous.

We had arrived in Vegas that morning. She was only allowed to bring the male cloths she needed for her business the following day, a pair of slacks for our evening out, as well as her thinnest white button down. I provided her with everything else she would need. After our massages and a short relaxing time in the spa, I readied us both to head out for the evening. She kneeled outside the shower while I rinsed off, then was allowed to shower using the same products as I did, mainly Pear Glace from Victoria’s Secret, both the body wash and the lotion.

Then she placed herself at my feet so that I could fix her make up. She wore a small bit of nearly everything that I wore. I played it down a bit for dinner, as a girl should, but after dinner we came back up so I could ad some BRIGHT red shiney lipstick. Dinner was nice, quiet, a time to catch up. I ordered for her, which was great fun as I then got to try everything on the menu that I wanted. The waiter was a bit put off by sandra’s pink corset which showed through her white button down, but not enough to stop himself from flirting with me in front of sandra.

Very entertaining. He also feel right into looking to me for disisions as to dinner, wine, desert, etc, but properly put the check where it rightfully belonged. In front of sandra.

After dinner, with our relaxing behind us, we headed out to Red Square and the previously mentioned four shots of vodka. I love the Vodka Flights at Red Square as I get to taste four flavors. I also liked being able to draw lots of attention to us as the bartender lined the shots up in front of me. Many of the patrons would ask if a little girl like me was really truly up to drinking all four of those shots.

Ha!

Did they really think I would be so selfish as to drink them all to myself? Or did they not believe that the sissy standing next to me was really my escort for the evening. I must say it was the first time I was able to have that much elbow room in that bar. No one would get within 5 feet of us. Having created quite a stir just by standing there, and having everyones attention, I then turned my attention to sandra.

“Smell. Isn’t it amazing how it smells just like chocolate? Would you like a taste?”

“Of course!” She replied.

With a sly smile, I slowly poured some on the floor and ran the bottom of my shoe through it several times. Then I lifted my leg up behind me and instructed her to retrive her drink.

I’m not sure if her eagerness was for serving me, or the taste of my favorite vodka, but needless to say, she dove after my shoe.

I of course continued to let her taste the other three vodkas in the same manner before heading out to the hooker bar.

Now, every bar in Vegas is a hooker bar, but the bar in the center of Mandeley Bay is really and truly THE hooker bar. Anyone who has been can attest. At two in the morning, picking up hookers in The Hooker Bar becomes a very competitive contact sport. I placed myself at the bar next to a sweet young thing and sent sandra off to a table in the back to watch.

Almost immediately a man came up and tried to pick… ME up. Ha!

Ha! Ha! Ha! Ha!! I nearly laughed my ass off.

So he moved on to The Sweet Young Thing. The banter between the three of us went on for quite a while but basically boiled down to this.

Him to SYT – I’ll give you $500 to come up to my room.

Me to SYT and him – I’ll give you $200 to come up to mine.

Her to him – She wins.

Now, *I* would never sleep with a hooker in Vegas. You could catch things that have yet to be discovered. And surely you don’t think sandra would know what to do with a hooker…. so you ask – WHAT did I need with a hooker in Vegas?

To show sandra that even though she has paid a hooker for sex, she is not allowed to have sex with her. Not in the slightest. Not even “lesbian” sissy sex.

To show the hooker how sandra needs to be fucked – with a really really big strap-on.

To let the hooker laugh as sandra begs to be used as a whore.

To show the hooker how sandra’s clitty was all locked up in a cage, so that even if she wanted to use it, she couldn’t.

And to have a little reminder that all of us need once in a while, don’t trust a hoooker in Vegas. Don’t worry, nothing bad. Just don’t trust them. Especially if you have really mean nipple clamps on which are screwed all the way down.

Our second day in Vegas was much more low key. I saw a couple of the locals for a little debaughery in my hotel room while sandra swished off to work obligations in her pink cb2k and panties. Luckily her workmates didn’t want to go to Red Square after their meetings – although I thought that would be the PERFECT end to the trip!

Also – appoligies to everyone who wanted to spend time with me and couldn’t. There is just so much of me to go around!! I’ll be back in January though!