Las Vegas

"I saw what was happening, and figured you could use a hand." She leaned over and whispered in my ear. Her friend was standing next the fallen mountain with a look of mock horror on her face.

"I am so sorry," her friend said looking down at him. "I didn't see you, I must have knocked you over."

His friends were laughing back at their table. He still lay there, shaking his head from side to side, still not sure exactly what happened.

"Thank you so much," I said to LT. "I just couldn't get away from him. He was too strong and too big." I was embarrassed to admit that this creep could nearly assault me on the dance floor, but I was also very happy LT and her friend had been there.

"Don't worry, women, booze and athletes just don't seem to be a good mix." She walked me away from the scene, where DB was pretending to help up the mountain, but kept 'accidentally' dropping him when he tried to use her hand to help himself up. Finally two of his friends came over and lifted him off the floor. I don't know if it was his drunken state of embarrassment that made him forget about me, but whatever it was I was thankful.

DB came over and joined LT and I. "Well that was close she said. Are you okay?"

I explained besides being somewhat ashamed that I had let that creep do that to me, that I was fine. "Thank you so much. Another second and I just don't know what would have happened."

"Oh, actually it was kind of fun," DB said with an impish grin. "I love it when those kind of guys get shown up, and even more so when I am the one to do it."

LT shook her head, "And one day it is going to come back and bite you."

"Moi," DB said, faking innocence. "But, I didn't do anything, in fact I even tried to help him up."

We all shared a good laugh. I looked over at Sara and Nichole and saw that Sara had a rather stern look on her face. I knew I was in a little trouble, but for what I wasn't sure.

"Oh shit, now what did I do," I said under my breath.

Both LT and DB gave me a questioning look. "I just think I am in trouble." I motioned to Sara and Nichole. "I better go over there and see what is going on."

"Well, we are coming with you," LT and DB both said at once. "After all, we are now your official protectors."

"I don't know," I paused looking over that Sara.

"We are coming with you," they each grabbed and arm and started walking me over to Sara and Nichole.

"Well, I see that the first time I let you off on your own, you create quite a stir." Sara said, her voice was not angry, but it did tell me she wasn't happy.

"HEY," DB interrupted. "It wasn't her fault. The guy was a creep and if I hadn't 'bumped into' him, well she would have ended up being assaulted right there on the dance floor."

Sara gave DB a look that would have stopped most other people, but DB was not just anyone and suddenly there was a war of wills. DB looked at Sara with the same look Sara gave her. She was now officially my protector and she seemed to be taking her roll seriously. LT put her arm around my waist and pulled me close to her. Nichole just looked away, unsure which side to be on, and also not happy with LT's arm around me.

The staring contest must have lasted for 30 seconds. Unbelievably Sara blinked first. "Okay, I guess your right. I really couldn't see what was going on out there. Lynne, are you okay?"

I looked down and nodded.

DB spoke up, "Lynne, so that's your name. Well I am D and this is L."

"Like I didn't know?" Suddenly I felt silly. She was just being polite, but both of them were well enough known that the introductions were really unnecessary.

"Well, why don't we all just have a drink," LT said as she pulled over a chair to our table.

"Oh my," again I blundered. I had not introduced Sara and Nichole. "This is Sara and this is Nichole." Sara's look told me I just had gotten strike two.

"Glad to meet you," DB chimed up. "But enough of that, lets have some fun."

DB flagged a waitress down and ordered drinks for herself and LT. Sara poured me another glass of champagne and handed it to me. I gulped it down, as suddenly the entire thing that happened hit me.

DB is the one who put her arm around me this time, as I had somehow gotten myself between her and LT. I put my head on her shoulder and she started to stroke my hair as I cried. Now I really felt silly, crying on DB's shoulder, but I just couldn't stop. She pulled me closer and finally I got a hold of myself. I lifted my head up.

"Sorry, I don't know what got into me." I looked in DB's eyes, tears still in mine.

DB reached up and brushed away my tears. "Hey, you were nearly raped out there, you are entitled to a couple of tears." DB leaned forward and kissed me gently. Her lips stayed on mine a moment longer than they should have for just a friendly kiss. I can't say that I didn't like it. In fact, if she had gone farther I would have welcomed it, even with Sara and Nichole sitting right there.

We spent the rest of our time at the MGM with DB and LT. They were very friendly and not anything I would have expected. Here I was, a nobody, yet suddenly it was as if I was there best friend. We danced, sang and generally had a great time. Even Sara seemed to be having fun. All sorts of famous people came over to our table either to see DB, LT or Sara and some even joined us for a while. I met and danced with people I never even dreamed about having a chance to ever see up close. Basically, I had a great time.

The party was scheduled to go on all night, but Sara told me that we were going to have to leave soon. As soon as DB heard this she grabbed me and took me out on the dance floor.

"You have danced with just about everyone else but me. Now it is my turn." She led me to the far side of the dance floor, a side where the lights were a little darker and there were less photographers and celebrities.

"So who are Nichole and Sara?" DB asked as we started dancing.

"Oh, just friends," I said trying to be vague.

"Hmmmm, friends. At first I thought one of them might have been your mom or aunt or something. But it is obvious that you guys are probably not related." DB said.

Sara had made sure that I moved over to her side at one point, and she kissed me more than once, and they were not kisses that a mother or aunt would give.. Nichole was enjoying herself, but was obviously jealous of all the attention I was getting.

"Well, maybe a little more than friends," I admitted, looking down. I was still not out and was not used to admitting the fact I was a lesbian to anyone, never mind someone famous.

"Hey, we all have 'friends' don't we. And those that are a little more than friends." The music slowed is if on queue and DB moved towards me. She put her arms around me and we started to sway together. "In fact, if you would be interested, I wouldn't mind becoming more than just friends with you." She kissed me, and this time the kiss did last longer, and go farther, than the one she had given me at the table.

I was glad we were on the other side of the dance floor, away from cameras and away from where Sara and Nichole could see me. DB and I danced and kissed for the remainder of the song. Her mouth was so warm and soft. I loved the feeling of my breasts pressed against hers. We would kiss, smile at each other, talk a little and then kiss some more. When the song ended we just sort of stood there in each other's arms, looking at each other. This time I kissed her and she pressed herself against me. I didn't want this moment to end, but as the song started up again she broke off the kiss. She opened her purse and handed me a card with just a number on it.

"That is my personal cell phone. Call me." She said.

"I am only going to be in town for this weekend," I said, staring at the card. "Then I have to go back to Provo." I put the card in my bag.

"Utah, great, I love skiing at Deer Valley. Maybe we can go skiing one weekend. I have a friend who has a house right on the mountain we could have, all to ourselves." She kissed me one more time and then grabbed my hand and we rushed back to the others.

Sara and Nichole were already to leave. I gave LT a hug and peck on the cheek and gave DB another hug. "I will call, I promise," I whispered in her ear. We gave each other a little peck on the cheek and I was whisked away.

This time I didn't even think about it as I strutted up the stairs. I heard some hooting and hollering from down below, but I was on a cloud and even the oafs at the table were not going to knock me off it.

Isabelle was waiting at the front door as we walked outside. Sara either called her on her cell or sent someone to tell her we were coming. It was nearly 4:00 a.m. and I thought we would be heading back to the hotel. It suddenly struck me that it was officially my birthday, and had been for four hours. I was 23.

I couldn't stop thanking Sara and Nichole for the wonderful time I was having. I kissed them both. I couldn't imagine sleeping at this point, and in fact had no intention of going to sleep when we got back to the hotel. I fully intended on catering to both of them. Sara loved to watch Nichole and I and I intended on giving her a show that she would not soon forget. And Nichole, well she never complained when I let my lust take over.

The limo pulled away and started towards the Strip. We should have taken a right down the Strip, but instead went straight.

"Where are we going," I looked at Sara.

"Oh you will see," she said with a smile.

We started driving through an industrial, and rather seedy part of town. I knew that Sara knew a lot of the seedier parts of Vegas, the swing clubs and the places where people went for what one might call carnal pleasures. I was starting to get a little worried about where they were taking me. Suddenly I saw a pair of big red lips in the sky and a sign that said "Cheetahs, Topless Club."

We pulled into the parking lot and Isabelle let us out at the front door. I had never been to a topless, strip, erotic dancing or any type of club like this so I had no idea what to expect. Even this early in the morning the parking lot was packed and a line of limos was parked across the street. There was also a line of cabs waiting for fares leaving the club.

Sara walked up to the door and someone was waiting for us. He gave Sara a huge hug and a kiss. Another one of Sara's old friends? He introduced himself and quickly whisked us into the club. He and Sara chatted, as I looked around with my jaw hanging open.

The club was full of beautiful, barely dressed women. Some were dancing onstage in just g-strings, others were sitting with men talking to them and others were, well I really couldn't figure out exactly what they were doing. It was sort of one-on-one dancing, sometimes a couple of feet away, sometimes right in the man's lap. But it was the women that amazed me. They all looked beautiful.

We were quickly brought to the far end of the room where a table was waiting for us. It wasn't really a booth, but more like a couch. As we walked through the club I felt even more awkward than walking down the staircase. The place was almost exclusively male customers, with a couple of women with their husbands/boyfriends. It seemed like most of the men in the place were as interested in, if not more so, Sara, Nichole and I than they were the dancers. A few of the dancers waved to or blew kisses to Sara. She smiled and waved back. I began to wonder if there was anywhere we would go in Vegas where Sara didn't know anyone.

We were seated and again a bottle of champagne was waiting for us. Sara loved expensive champagne. We each were poured a glass of champagne and Sara held it up for a toast.

"To Lynne, her birthday and her first visit to my old workplace."

So this is where Sara had worked and met her husband. I looked around and tried to imagine a younger Sara dancing on the stage and sitting with the men trying to get them to buy her drinks. Considering how beautiful she was it was easy to see her working here and making a lot of money. She had once told me she had first expressed her bisexuality when she was working here. I could see why.

The guy who met us at the door sat down and talked to Sara for a few minutes. Sara introduced me, since he seemed to already know Nichole. He looked me over and smiled.

"Pleased to meet you," he said. "You know if you ever move to Vegas and need a job..."

I blushed. Even though I was sure he was just being flirty and kind. I really didn't feel I measured up to the girls I saw working here. They all looked great, long legs, beautiful faces, and great bodies. I couldn't imagine even coming close to them.

"Thanks, but I am only visiting," I said, suddenly shy again.

"Well, if you ever do, just come see me and I will set you up."

Sara gave him a dirty look, one made in jest. "Not the same way you set me up I hope. It took me 15 years go get away from that creep."

"Hey, but look at you now gorgeous." He leaned over and gave Sara a kiss on the cheek. He then got up and started to head towards the bar. "Business calls ladies. If I can get you anything else, please let me know." In an instant he had disappeared into the crowd.

"So what do you think," Nichole leaned over to me so I could here her above the music.

"Well, I have never been to a place like this. I mean, I had heard of them.." I still was wide eyed as I looked at the girl a few feet away grinding her bottom into some guy in a suit's crotch.

"Well, this one you might even know more about. Ever heard of the movie Showgirls, it is based on this place. Of course this place is only topless and the movie had the girls dancing nude." Nichole was looking around, almost like she was looking for someone in particular.

"So Sara has brought you here before?" I looked over at Sara and a very beautiful dancer had already sat down next to her and given her a hug. They were chatting like old friends, except one friend had her top off.

"Yes, on my first trip to Vegas with her. Now, we come back every time we are in town. The guy who met us at the door is an old friend of Sara and she knows a lot of the girls who have worked here for a while. But they do have a rather high turnover but we meet new friends every time." Nichole waved back to a dancer that waved to her as she led a man by the hand toward the back of the club.

"Where are they going?" I asked, suddenly feeling incredibly naïve.

"Oh, the VIP room, that is where the real money is made. The dances out here are only the appetizers. If you want the main course, it means you go back there." Nichole started to pay attention to a dancer on the stage.

Soon Sara excused herself and left with the dancer she was talking to. They went into what I guessed was the dancer's the dressing room. I hadn't even realized I had finished my first glass of champagne until Nichole poured me another.

I sat there sort of like a bump on a log for a couple of minutes. Another dancer had sat down next to Nichole and they were chatting. They obviously knew each other and were just making normal small talk. I was sipping my champagne a little to quickly when she came over and sat down next to me.

"Hi," she said. "I am Peyton. First time at Cheetahs?"

"Yes, is it that obvious?" I said. Peyton was stunning. She had long, wavy blonde hair, deep blue eyes and a body that was about as perfect as I could imagine. She was about my height, but with her heels, which were as high as any I had seen, she would stand a couple inches taller. Her legs were so long and in her very tiny g-string and top, well, there wasn't much I couldn't see. Her breasts weren't huge, but looked perfectly shaped and probably not enhanced since they weren't much larger than my b cups.

Peyton smiled at me and said, "Oh, well, you might want to think about closing your mouth a little. And your eyes, well they are a little wide. Other than that, I never would have guessed."

I couldn't help but blush and giggle a little. "My friends brought me here.. Sara, my other friend, is back there," I pointed to the dressing room. "And this is Nichole."

Nichole stopped her conversation for a second to say a quick hi and then went back to her conversation.

"Welcome to Cheetahs." Peyton held out her hand and I shook it. "You are out late. Gambling in the casinos?"

"No. We were at a party at the MGM Grand. Then Sara wanted to come here, she used to work here." Peyton's eyes lit up when she heard me talk about the party at the MGM.

"You got to go to THE PARTY? Lucky you. I tried to get a guy who comes in here to take me to the party, but..." Peyton looked down. "Well, how was the party. I am so jealous. They said everyone was going to be there."

"It was fun, after I got past this big oaf who tried to put his hand up my dress on the dance floor." I wished I could get past that but it kept creeping into my thoughts about the party.

"Oh god, I hate that. In this town it seems like if a guy dances with you in a club, he thinks he can do anything he wants. At least here I get to control things. Rules are guys can't touch you, although sometimes if the guy is really nice I will let him touch my legs or back while I dance for him." Peyton looked up at the stage and smiled. She opened up the little box she was carrying and took out a five. "Do me a favor with you, that is my girl up there dancing. Would you mind tipping her for me?"

I looked over at the stage and this stunning brunette was dancing. She moved like a cat, very elegantly yet very erotically. She was tall, with long legs, an impossibly flat tummy and very large breasts. Unlike Peyton, she did look like she had had her breasts enhanced. But even so, she was incredibly beautiful. Her large, dark brown eyes were haunting.

I looked at Peyton and my eyes must have told her that I didn't have the foggiest idea what she wanted me to do. "Just take this and stand over there, next to the stage, when Sapphire comes over to you put this either in her g-string or garter, whichever she offers you."

"Why don't you just do it?" I sort of felt like a fool for asking.

"It just is that when women who aren't dancers give us tips, it seems to loosen the guys up and we get better tips." Peyton leaned over to me and whispered in my ear. "And I want to make Sapphire jealous, want to make sure she sees me over here with another beautiful woman."

Now I really blushed. Beautiful, me, in this room full of some of the sexiest women I had ever seen. I took the five and walked over to the side of the stage.

The music was just changing songs as I got to the stage. Sapphire was walking around, picking up dollars that were left on the railing and dancing a little for each guy as she did. She saw me out of the corner of my eye and was working her way down towards me. A lot of the men around the stage noticed me to. The whole thing sent a shiver up my spine. The Goosebumps it created, especially the two most prominent ones, did not help matters.

Finally Sapphire got to me. She had gotten down on her knees to lean over and give the last guy, who had put a $20 on the railing, a hug so instead of walking over me she crawled, slowly, seductively. I felt like every eye in the place was on her and I as she slowly started to dance in front or me.. Her naked breasts, I couldn't help but look at them. She saw me looking and started to play with them, caress them, squeeze them. I shifted from foot to foot, my embarrassment turning to excitement as she leaned way back and one of her hands moved down her belly to her fabric covered mound. The fabric looked incredibly thin because I could see the outline of her vulva through the material. Even more evident was the small bump that could only be her pearl. She took her fingertip and slowly stroked the little bump.. My eyes were locked on that finger as I felt my own little bump aching. Finally, as the song came to an end she came over right next to me and held out the side of her g-string. I put the bill in it. She leaned over and kissed me on the neck. She then left as the music for the next song started.