Las Vegas

I walked over, on rather shaky legs and sat down next to Peyton. My nipples were clearly visible through the thin material of my dress.

"Mmmmm, Peyton leaned over to me. She is so sexy isn't she? I love to watch her dance. Don't you?"

I simply nodded as I watched Sapphire work the crowd around the stage. Peyton moved a little closer to me. I could feel her naked leg against mine. I shifted in my seat. Sapphire looked over at Peyton and just as she did Peyton leaned over and whispered in my ear, "I love to make Sapphire jealous, do you mind if I do something?"

Staring at Sapphire I simply answered, "Do what?"

"Dance for you," Peyton said. Without waiting for my answer she got to her feet in front of me.

To say I was suddenly uncomfortable would be a great understatement. As soon as Peyton started dancing many of the men seated around us stopped watching the dancers on the stages and started looking at the two of us. I also noticed that Sapphire immediately saw Peyton and stopped dancing for a moment, putting her hands on her hips and shaking her head before proceeding. While she continued to dance, she kept looking over our way.

Peyton moved beautifully and even as embarrassed as I was, I couldn't help but watch her. She slowly removed her top and her breasts were as beautiful as I had imagined. Her nipples were small but very pert and they pointed upwards just a little. One nipple was pierced with a small barbell. Her belly button was also pierced, with a small ring. I couldn't help but wonder where else she might be pierced. As she danced she came up close to me, leaning forward she brushed one of her breasts against my cheek. She was straddling my legs and slowly lowered herself onto the, letting her breasts brush past my face and down my body until they were pressed against my own breasts. She rubbed herself against me, her breasts against my breasts. She leaned out a little, so only her nipples were brushing against me. She made sure that she brushed her nipples against mine. The thin fabric only made the feeling more intense, and the feeling of the small barbell made me start to squirm in my seat a little. When she knew she me aroused, she turned around, without ever totally losing contact with me. She leaned way back, raising her chest and bottom, and ran her cheek next to mine. Her shoulders were massaging my breasts as she did this. She started to play with her own breasts, her own nipples, as she expertly aroused me with the rest of her body.

I looked over at Nichole, who was obviously enjoying the show. The woman sitting with her was slowly stroking her leg, running her fingertips on the inside of her knee. Nichole had spread her legs slightly to allow her easier access as the both watched Peyton dance.

The tempo of the song changed a little bit and Peyton leaned forward, still sitting on my legs, her legs spread wide. She pushed her bottom back a little farther and started to run her buns up and down my body. She had a beautiful little butterfly tattoo on her lower back, just half of which was showing. I could tell she was playing with her breasts and watching Sapphire dance on the stage as she ran her buns over my body. Near the end of the song she reached back, between her legs, and stroked herself as she wiggled her bottom as she looked at me from between her legs. She licked her lips and smiled at me as the song ended, pressing her finger hard enough so it was lost in her fabric covered lips.

I hadn't noticed Sara until just after the song ended. She was standing next to the door leading into the dancers dressing room. She was smiling and talking to another dancer. Meanwhile Sapphire was stalking around the stage picking up her top, money and whatever else she had up there. She stomped off the stage and walked right past Sara on her way into the dressing room.

Peyton had managed to pick up her top and put it back on while I was watching what was going on. "So did you like it?" She asked as she sat down. "I know I did. Your nipples felt so good rubbing against my nipples. I would love to dance for you some more. Would you like that?"

I had heard the words but it took a minute for them to register in my mind. Nichole had gone back to talking to the dancer sitting next to her and Sara had slipped back into the dressing room as the dancer she had been talking with took the stage with another dancer I hadn't seen before.

"It was very nice, thank you. Um, I guess I am supposed to pay you but to tell the truth, I have no idea how much I am supposed to pay." I opened my purse and started to take out the cash I had with me.

"Oh, never mind, that one was on me. After all, I am the one who wanted to dance for you. I hope however that you want me to dance for you again." She leaned over and whispered in my ear. "Maybe in the VIP room? The dances back there are a lot more private, and a lot more fun."

"Well, I don't know," I looked at the $40 I had in my purse and felt that probably was not enough for a trip back to the VIP room. I put the money back. I am not sure how long we will be here or what Sara and Nichole have in mind.

As if on queue, the dancer sitting next to Nichole stood up and took Nichole's hand. She led her towards the back of the club. I guess she was going to the VIP room. A bunch of the men watched her leave with the dancer. More than a few followed her with dancers of their own.

Peyton put her hand on my knee. "You know, we don't get very many women as pretty as you in here, I mean ones that aren't already dancers. You know, you would make a great dancer if you wanted to work here. It does suck sometimes, but if you have the right frame of mind it can be fun. You meet a lot of asshole men, but some great women and even a few nice guys. We all have our regulars that come in, even if most of the business is guys and a few couples in from out of town."

"Thanks, I think your boss told me the same thing when I arrived, but I really am here just for the weekend. My friend Sara did work here she said and she has told me a lot about what it was like. I guess she also worked in a club where she danced completely nude. She actually met her ex-husband here." I felt really uncomfortable now sitting here with Peyton. It was different when Nichole was here. But when I looked around I saw a few other women who were not dancing sitting with dancers talking, but most of them seemed like they were friends of the dancers, or perhaps dancers who were not working.

"Well, if you ever want to try it, just ask for me when you come to the club and I will show you around. I would do it now, but people don't like it when we show people what goes on behind the scenes. Something about it taking away the fantasy or something like that. Oh, and then there is the nude thing. We get in big trouble if anyone sees our pussies. I think it is all rather silly actually. Sometimes in the VIP room, if we know the guy we are dancing for and he is a nice guy and good customer, and the bouncer is looking the other way, we might let a guy have a quick peek. But if we get caught it can mean being fired on the spot. The club can lose its liquor license. Same thing about getting caught setting up 'dates' with customers." Peyton looked around for a second before leaning towards me. "But last week I made a lot of cash dancing for these Japanese guys who were in here. They wanted me to go back at their hotel for a private show. All I had to do was dance nude for two hours and I made over two thousand dollars. They all sat there in their suits while I gave them lap dances. But if my bosses ever found out I would be in deep trouble."

"Isn't it dangerous, just going up to guys rooms like that? I mean, they could have done anything to you." I must have sounded like her mother, or at least big sister.

"Nah, I had this guy I know go with me. He sat in the other room watching ESPN the whole time. He made an easy $100 just for being a chaperone." Peyton looked around one more time. "I am up next on that little stage over there. How about you come over and keep me company?"

I agreed to go with Peyton. To call where she was to dance a stage was really a stretch, it was more like a wide banister, separating the bar itself from the rest of the room. There were two of them, as well as the big main stage and one smaller stage towards the front. I guess the club was designed to make sure you could see nearly naked women from any seat.

"How do we save our seats," I asked just as the current song was coming to an end. "With both Sara and Nichole gone, no one will be here."

Peyton picked up the reserved sign put it on top of the champagne bucket. "There she said, now come on, its my turn to shake my titties for singles."

I had to sit on a stool next to the stage Peyton was to dance on. With my short skirt it was sort of uncomfortable at first, and of course all the guys around that stage and at the bar all stared at me at first. But as Peyton started to dance I sort of became part of the background. She was a very seductive dancer and seemed to really know how to coax tips out of the guys around the stage. She wasn't shy about it either. This stage definitely was not as productive for money as the front one was but Peyton seemed to have about $20 dollars in her thong after the first song.

She plopped down next to me, her top still on and leaned over to talk. "Sure you don't want to give it a try? I mean it does pay well. I will have at least $500 before tonight is over, which is in a couple of hours. If I get the early shift I can easily make more but this late, well a lot of the guys in here lost most of their cash and that is why they are here, hoping not to lose too much more."

Before I had a chance to answer Peyton was back up dancing. Off came her top and in came more tips. She found one guy she started to flirt with and he gave her the most money. They seemed to know each other. But when the song ended Peyton was back.

"Hey, aren't you going to tip me?" She laughed. But I could tell she wanted me to. "See that guy I was just dancing for, he won big a couple of weeks ago and was in here for hours. I gave him probably ten VIP dances that night. He must have dropped more than a grand in here that night. Last week he was dead broke. I comped him a dance because I knew he would be back. He must have scored at least a little this week." The music started and again she was gone.

I got out a $5 from my bag and put it up on the side of the stage. Peyton danced around and got a few more tips before she came over to me. Then she danced for me, very seductively. I noticed again how many more bills went up when she did that. It became obvious why the dancers liked other women to be in the club. It meant more money for them. Peyton left me and finished her set. She probably was between $50-$100 richer for 15 minutes of work.

Peyton put her top back on and led me back to our table. Nichole and Sara were back.

"We were wondering where you went," Sara said. She looked Peyton over and seemed to approve.

I introduced Peyton and Sara. "You must be new here," Sara said.

"I started about two months ago." Peyton said as she surveyed the room. It was obvious she was not interested in talking with Sara. "Lynne told me you used to work here so you know the drill."

"Yes I do," Sara said and suddenly a waitress showed up with a drink for Peyton. Peyton took the drink and smiled at Sara.

"Thanks for the drink, mind if I stay and chat awhile," Peyton smiled as she sat back down.

"Not at all," Sara smiled back. "Any friend of Lynne is a friend of ours."

Peyton sat down next to me, which put me right between her and Sara. Peyton, cool at first to Sara, warmed up quickly and they soon were talking like they were old friends. They started to chat about the club, the Vegas life and where each of them had worked. Peyton it turned out was relatively new in town, only there for six months, hoped to make it up to the showgirl level, but was not to optimistic because she was only 5'6", and had started dancing at one of the lesser clubs but had quickly moved over here, after she met Sapphire who helped get her the job here. She was surprised to hear that Sara had worked here, a few clubs that no longer existed, some other place called the Palamino, where they danced totally nude and as a showgirl at two casinos, one of which had since been torn down.

Having never had any idea what Vegas was like behind all the glitter I listened intently. This got difficult at times because all the while they talked Peyton continued to run her fingers over my leg. She would play with the hem of my dress, run her fingers down the outside of my leg and play with the inside of my knee. It seemed like she was doing it almost without thought, as if she had done it so many times to guys in the place that it had become second nature to her. I looked around and it seemed like every dancer sitting with a man was touching him in some way. Holding his hand, stroking his back or neck, running her fingers over his leg and a few were even running their hands over the guys' chest. It seemed the longer the dancer had been sitting with a guy, and the more dances he had bought, the more intimate the contact was.

After a few minutes the gentleman who had met us at the door called Peyton over to him. In the mean time the dancer Nichole was talking with, who I had found out had the stage name Amber, excused herself to go up and do a set on the main stage. It turned out everyone had a stage name, even Sara who used to dance under the name Tanya. Sara said that it was sometimes difficult to remember which name you needed to use when you saw someone you knew outside of work. You were much more careful at work. Even though a lot of girls let customers know their 'non-stage' names they still were very protective of each other for obvious reasons.

Peyton came back and sat back down. I didn't bother to ask what she and her boss had talked about, but from their conversation they both seemed happy so I figured I wasn't getting her in any trouble or anything.

The current set for the dancers on stage was just ending when I saw Sapphire again. She was getting ready to do another set, this time on the same stage Peyton had been on a little while ago. She looked over at Peyton who didn't seem to notice her, since she was talking with Sara and Nichole, with an occasional little bit of often very naïve input from me. I interrupted when I had a chance and called Peyton's attention to her friend.

"Oh good," she said, immediately starting to get up, "Another chance for me to make her jealous."

She danced much like she had the first time. I was a little more comfortable with it this time, but it was still weird having all these men watching. Sara and Nichole both were watching this time also. I could tell Nichole was getting worked up watching this, because she started to squirm in her seat a little. Sara was taking everything pretty much in stride it seemed. She smiled at me and whispered in my ear that she would have loved it if more women had come in when she used to dance.

The song started to end and I expected Peyton to put her top back on and sit back down next to me, as she had the first time. Instead she sat on my lap and started to play with my left nipple, which was easily accessed through the thin material of my dress. She kept glancing up at Sapphire who was glaring at her. As the next song began she stuck her tongue at her and started dancing for me again.

This time things were much different. As she started to dance Peyton put her knee against my very closed knees. She started to push them open. I kept them closed, knowing that if I did open them up, the moment she moved her knee my mound would be visible to anyone sitting at the correct angle.

Peyton leaned forward and ran her breast against my cheek, her nipple over my lips. "What's the matter baby? I can do wonderful things with my leg and knee if you would just let me."

"I am sure you could, but I don't have any panties on," I whispered as her nipple kept brushing against my lips.

Just then a felt a hand on my knee that was applying gentle pressure, pulling it away from the other one. I knew it had to be Sara and I turned to look at her. She gave me a look that told me I had better not resist her. Slowly my knees opened and Peyton's knee started to move between them.

Peyton smiled at Sara as her leg slid between mine. She leaned down and ran her cheek against my ear and then whispered in it. "Relax, I will be gentle. Relax and enjoy yourself. I know I plan on enjoying myself."

Her knee found it's target and she slowly moved it up and down over my mound. She definitely knew what she was doing. I couldn't help but react to the grinding she was giving me. As she did this she ran her nipples past my mouth once again. I couldn't help but kiss one as it went by. When I did she stopped it, letting me suckle and lick it. When I did she let her knee slide down as she settled her own mound on my hip. Her nipple escaped my lips and her breasts moved down to join mine.

She ground her own mound into my hip for a few seconds before she started to move up my body once more. Her leg that had been on the outside of my leg moved against the inside of my other knee as her knee went back to work grinding into my mound. I opened my eyes when I realized what was going on, what was about to happen. I could see the eyes of all these men, many of them getting dances of their own by now, watching Peyton and me. There eyes seemed to be locked on Peyton's legs, which were now both sliding between my legs, which seemed to have lost all ability to resist her as her knee was bringing me closer and closer to orgasm.

My legs finally opened enough for Peyton to slide completely between them. "No one could see anything with her in the way," I kept telling myself. What she was doing felt so good that I was beginning not to care. Peyton had gone from just using her knee to sliding her entire leg up and down my mound. I knew that I had to be leaving a trail of wetness on her leg and felt the sudden desire that I wanted to be able to lick it off. Soon after she had nestled both legs all the way in between my thighs, opening them wide, she started to slide down my body, her breasts moving over mine, down my stomach, down between my legs. I could feel her take one breast and run it down between my legs, over my naked mound. Her nipple was very hard and I could tell from her own breathing that she was nearly as excited as I was. Her nipple started to slide over my mons. I bit my lip to keep myself from screaming as I started to cum just as her nipple started to brush up against my pearl.

Peyton kept working her nipple up and down over my mound, dipping down between my very wet lips, back up to brush against my pearl. Her breast kept full contact but it was the hardness of her nipple that I found so erotic. Every time that nipple pushed between my lips I lifted my bottom a little, trying to force it deeper inside me. She was looking me in the eye as she did this. She was licking her lips. I saw her reach down between her own legs, her fingers sliding under the thin material of her g-string. I closed my eyes as I came for a second time.

Suddenly I felt Peyton moving up again. She moved her legs out to continue to hold my legs open. Those legs were so weak and quivering that I couldn't do anything about it, even though when I opened my eyes I could see from the looks on the faces around me, both the men and the dancers, that my naked mound was easily visible. One other dancer seemed to be enjoying the view as she started to grind harder and harder into the crotch of the man she was dancing for as she rubbed herself while she did it. From the look that came across his face I realized that he himself was cumming. I tried to close my legs but as I did, Sara's hand reached down to pull my knee even farther to the side. At the same moment Peyton's now wet nipple reached my lips. I greedily sucked it into my mouth, loving the taste of my juices on her very excited nipple. When Peyton gasped I stopped caring who was watching what.