That time of year again. I had to swing over to the West Coast for my civilian job for a few days and decided to stop in Vegas for a two-night jaunt to visit with the girls on my way back. My week went by like a whirlwind. I touched down in San francisco on Sunday night their time. Monday through Friday went by so fast that it was like a blur. I boarded the plane on Saturday morning and fell fast asleep (for one hour & twenty eight minutes) and was awakened as the wheels of the plane touched down at McCarran Airport & by the voice of the Captain announcing, “Welcome to Vegas!” well… I was wide awake and my sin city Ms. Vegas alter ego was raring to go and for some odd reason I could hear the song ”Don’t be tardy for the Party!” From “The Real housewives of Atlanta television show! Ha!
Donna picked me up from the airport and we met Sasha at the Hotel. We opted for the Mandaly Bay Resort and Casino this year. After we checked in and walked to the elevator and as we past several daddies and their daughter’s! Ha! We came to the conclusion that the first thing we were going to do is go to our room & change into our bathing suits and check out the pool scene. Since we were at the Resort that is known for the greatest pool parties and since we were visiting a little earlier than last year. The pools were still open and the party was definitely on.
We get to the room and as I was sliding off my jeans and top and changing into my leopard string bikini with thoughts of the Mandaly Bay Beach. I hear Ms. Sasha informing us that she is not going anywhere until she gets a badly needed pedicure and that she can not wear her “fuck me” shoes tonight unless her toes are done!
So I suggested the spa down stairs and she said it was over priced & instead lets drive to Chinatown. She informed us that she was sure that there would be a nail salon on every corner! Donna and I agreed and sure enough we walked down to the self-park parking lot hopped into the Toyota Camary that Donna rented and drove down to Chinatown. It was actually quite close to The Strip. The neighborhood begins at Spring Mountain and Valley View, and is only a few blocks from the Rio and Palms Hotels. It’s basically three blocks of Strip Malls with cheesy faux-Chinese architecture.
Anyway we started looking for a Nail Salon but to our surprise the only Salon or Spa that we saw were Oriental Massage Parlors promising Asian girls and table showers! They literally had names like “Princess Massage”, “Asian Angels”, “Oriental Angels massage”, etc.
Its no shock to us seeing the massage parlors signs-we actually all smiled at each other. Since the three of us have worked in the Adult Industry at one time or another in our lifetime, nothing seems to shock us-now if the SO was the woman looking for a pedicure in Vega’s Chinatown-well she might have had a different opinion! LOL!
Donna started circling the area as we looked for a sign that said “Nail Salon or foot massage/nail salon!” We drove around for fifteen minutes when all of a sudden tucked in the back of the strip mall was a tall sign hovering over a building that read “Nail Spa and Foot Massage”. We all looked at each other and said let’s try it!
So we parked the car in the parking lot and walked to the Spa. It was the back of a strip mall that had a couple of Oriental restaurants and stores and right in the middle was the spa. It had a storefront with large blacked out tinted glass windows. As we approached the Nail Spa, Sasha goes to open the door and SURE ENOUGH it was locked and next to the door was a doorbell. We all laughed because we already knew that if the door was locked, well they were not just giving pedicures and foot massages in there! LOL!
Sasha said fuc* this-I want my toes done and I am going to ring the bell! The sign says nail and foot massage! I smiled at her as she proceeded to ring the doorbell. At this point I am thinking—they are looking at us on their camera and wondering… Two busty, sexy hot tanned American girls & one very sexy hot Latin woman. They either think we are looking for a job (even though we already knew that Oriental establishments only hire Oriental and rarely hire an American) or perhaps they thought we were LE. Even thought Sasha was wearing the shortest mini skirt ever…she could have been on Upskirts.com! You could see her butt cheek when she bent over to pick up her purse when she got out of the car. Even though this information is considered TMI-- Unfortunately for Donna and myself –we already knew that Ms Sasha loves to go commando. If she were to bend in the other direction I am sure whoever was viewing the camera may have gotten a good peep show of her big Kalapas!
So there we are…standing & waiting for someone to come to the door. About thirty seconds passes and no one answers the door! I am thinking to myself-maybe this is not a good idea—then I heard it! Omg-loudly and clearly--Little girl whimpering noises that you could you hear through the door- was the whimper sounds from a Korean girl getting her button pushed by some lucky customer? The noises lasted for about a minute and then their was silence.
Maybe what we heard wasn’t real… maybe she was an amazing actress, but you will never sell me on that idea. I heard it, and I know it was the realest sensual responses that I have ever witnessed either through a wall or glass door in person, in my lifetime. She was getting off and letting go. OMG-- we just looked at each other! We never expected to hear anything like that- usually all sound affects are not heard through the entrance door! Aren’t they supposed to keep the noise level down?
Donna turns towards me slowly and gives me the biggest smile and say’s now I am curious, lets ring it again. I want to see what the girls or the place looks like? So Donna rings the bell and all of a sudden a very young and very pretty oriental girl in her late 20’s opens the door. The woman has long black hair and is wearing ruby red lipstick and a long colorful flowered oriental robe with pockets. As she smiles and we could not help but see a large soiled piece of red lace fabric hanging out of her pocket-like a pair of panties—hmmm…I think to myself naughty thoughts…maybe they were having panty sex? I have read about it--You know—when the girl wears her panties and the guy pulls them aside and does the deed anyway. Some guys like the panties tight, while some guys pull them practically off. Some like the feeling of the friction; others dream of no-permission sexual activities, and still others like the visual imagery, especially married couples- when the husband pulls out and drops their load upon the fabric of the panty. I am brought back to reality as the woman notices us looking at the panty in her pocket and noticed her panties...and pushed them down into the pocket of her robe. What she didn't know was that we could still smell the fresh semen on them, lingering! OMG!
Her face turned a soft red and she looked towards the ground in embarrassment. She composed herself and looked up and said with a smile if she could help us. Sasha politely tells the young woman that she is looking for a pedicure. The lady smiles and tells her, sorry you are not allowed in here but there is a place by the bank up the street! Then she smiled and closed the door!
We turned around and walked back to the car in silence. We got in and looked at each other and burst out laughing! The passionate moans coming from behind the glass door & the red lace soiled panties did not offend us one bit-SHIT this was Vegas and that was a massage parlor!
I turned and said to the girls… too bad we do not have our gay friend Blake on this adventure. If we did I would have him go in and once they felt relaxed he could call us to come in and we all could all have had a massage! Then Sasha says well the next time we decide to go to Vegas I am going to email our friend the Porn slaper and ask him for a recommendation! “Screw that” say’s Donna-I brought some flavored massage oil and everyone back to the Hotel-I am giving everyone a Yoni massage! (FYI-a vagina massage)
I said ok my little “cunt-let” girl you need a cold shower! As everyone laughed I was already daydreaming about a big win on the blackjack table & a shaken not stirred Grey Goose martini.
The End
Donna picked me up from the airport and we met Sasha at the Hotel. We opted for the Mandaly Bay Resort and Casino this year. After we checked in and walked to the elevator and as we past several daddies and their daughter’s! Ha! We came to the conclusion that the first thing we were going to do is go to our room & change into our bathing suits and check out the pool scene. Since we were at the Resort that is known for the greatest pool parties and since we were visiting a little earlier than last year. The pools were still open and the party was definitely on.
We get to the room and as I was sliding off my jeans and top and changing into my leopard string bikini with thoughts of the Mandaly Bay Beach. I hear Ms. Sasha informing us that she is not going anywhere until she gets a badly needed pedicure and that she can not wear her “fuck me” shoes tonight unless her toes are done!
So I suggested the spa down stairs and she said it was over priced & instead lets drive to Chinatown. She informed us that she was sure that there would be a nail salon on every corner! Donna and I agreed and sure enough we walked down to the self-park parking lot hopped into the Toyota Camary that Donna rented and drove down to Chinatown. It was actually quite close to The Strip. The neighborhood begins at Spring Mountain and Valley View, and is only a few blocks from the Rio and Palms Hotels. It’s basically three blocks of Strip Malls with cheesy faux-Chinese architecture.
Anyway we started looking for a Nail Salon but to our surprise the only Salon or Spa that we saw were Oriental Massage Parlors promising Asian girls and table showers! They literally had names like “Princess Massage”, “Asian Angels”, “Oriental Angels massage”, etc.
Its no shock to us seeing the massage parlors signs-we actually all smiled at each other. Since the three of us have worked in the Adult Industry at one time or another in our lifetime, nothing seems to shock us-now if the SO was the woman looking for a pedicure in Vega’s Chinatown-well she might have had a different opinion! LOL!
Donna started circling the area as we looked for a sign that said “Nail Salon or foot massage/nail salon!” We drove around for fifteen minutes when all of a sudden tucked in the back of the strip mall was a tall sign hovering over a building that read “Nail Spa and Foot Massage”. We all looked at each other and said let’s try it!
So we parked the car in the parking lot and walked to the Spa. It was the back of a strip mall that had a couple of Oriental restaurants and stores and right in the middle was the spa. It had a storefront with large blacked out tinted glass windows. As we approached the Nail Spa, Sasha goes to open the door and SURE ENOUGH it was locked and next to the door was a doorbell. We all laughed because we already knew that if the door was locked, well they were not just giving pedicures and foot massages in there! LOL!
Sasha said fuc* this-I want my toes done and I am going to ring the bell! The sign says nail and foot massage! I smiled at her as she proceeded to ring the doorbell. At this point I am thinking—they are looking at us on their camera and wondering… Two busty, sexy hot tanned American girls & one very sexy hot Latin woman. They either think we are looking for a job (even though we already knew that Oriental establishments only hire Oriental and rarely hire an American) or perhaps they thought we were LE. Even thought Sasha was wearing the shortest mini skirt ever…she could have been on Upskirts.com! You could see her butt cheek when she bent over to pick up her purse when she got out of the car. Even though this information is considered TMI-- Unfortunately for Donna and myself –we already knew that Ms Sasha loves to go commando. If she were to bend in the other direction I am sure whoever was viewing the camera may have gotten a good peep show of her big Kalapas!
So there we are…standing & waiting for someone to come to the door. About thirty seconds passes and no one answers the door! I am thinking to myself-maybe this is not a good idea—then I heard it! Omg-loudly and clearly--Little girl whimpering noises that you could you hear through the door- was the whimper sounds from a Korean girl getting her button pushed by some lucky customer? The noises lasted for about a minute and then their was silence.
Maybe what we heard wasn’t real… maybe she was an amazing actress, but you will never sell me on that idea. I heard it, and I know it was the realest sensual responses that I have ever witnessed either through a wall or glass door in person, in my lifetime. She was getting off and letting go. OMG-- we just looked at each other! We never expected to hear anything like that- usually all sound affects are not heard through the entrance door! Aren’t they supposed to keep the noise level down?
Donna turns towards me slowly and gives me the biggest smile and say’s now I am curious, lets ring it again. I want to see what the girls or the place looks like? So Donna rings the bell and all of a sudden a very young and very pretty oriental girl in her late 20’s opens the door. The woman has long black hair and is wearing ruby red lipstick and a long colorful flowered oriental robe with pockets. As she smiles and we could not help but see a large soiled piece of red lace fabric hanging out of her pocket-like a pair of panties—hmmm…I think to myself naughty thoughts…maybe they were having panty sex? I have read about it--You know—when the girl wears her panties and the guy pulls them aside and does the deed anyway. Some guys like the panties tight, while some guys pull them practically off. Some like the feeling of the friction; others dream of no-permission sexual activities, and still others like the visual imagery, especially married couples- when the husband pulls out and drops their load upon the fabric of the panty. I am brought back to reality as the woman notices us looking at the panty in her pocket and noticed her panties...and pushed them down into the pocket of her robe. What she didn't know was that we could still smell the fresh semen on them, lingering! OMG!
Her face turned a soft red and she looked towards the ground in embarrassment. She composed herself and looked up and said with a smile if she could help us. Sasha politely tells the young woman that she is looking for a pedicure. The lady smiles and tells her, sorry you are not allowed in here but there is a place by the bank up the street! Then she smiled and closed the door!
We turned around and walked back to the car in silence. We got in and looked at each other and burst out laughing! The passionate moans coming from behind the glass door & the red lace soiled panties did not offend us one bit-SHIT this was Vegas and that was a massage parlor!
I turned and said to the girls… too bad we do not have our gay friend Blake on this adventure. If we did I would have him go in and once they felt relaxed he could call us to come in and we all could all have had a massage! Then Sasha says well the next time we decide to go to Vegas I am going to email our friend the Porn slaper and ask him for a recommendation! “Screw that” say’s Donna-I brought some flavored massage oil and everyone back to the Hotel-I am giving everyone a Yoni massage! (FYI-a vagina massage)
I said ok my little “cunt-let” girl you need a cold shower! As everyone laughed I was already daydreaming about a big win on the blackjack table & a shaken not stirred Grey Goose martini.
The End