What Happens in Vegas

Another suggestion from Gerry came through the speakers. "A flat hanging spin would be perfect to lose the blouse,"

Sandra brought her legs around the pole so that it was tight against her crotch. Then she straightened her legs and crossed her ankles so that the pole was held tight. Twisting hard with her hands, she left go and leaned back so that she was almost horizontal as she continued to spin around the pole. Her hands flew to the buttons on her blouse and a moment later it fluttered to the floor.

"Let's give them a few minutes of a P & B routine as we go down the Strip," Gerry advised. "And then I will let you know so you can time it to go to full exposure as we go past the Blue Sky."

Sandra felt a flush of heat go through her and the pole suddenly became very slippery between her legs as she went through one of the routines which she had learned in her classes. Even though this was just a simulation, the thought of flashing her naked body to her class was greatly exciting her. Head down with her back to the pole, she was now holding on with her hands behind her back and doing an upside down splits that fully exposed her increasingly wet crotch to the world.

"Lose the bra," Gerry said, and Sandra went into an aerial leg spin that left her hands free to release the clasps. Soon she was spinning topless around the pole.

"Now is the tricky part," Gerry said, suddenly sounding very serious. "You have to get the panties off without actually flashing your genitals. The best way is to face the pole and just slide them down. Then keep your pussy pushed against the pole for the rest of the routine. That keeps us legal for what is allowed outside the casino itself."

Sandra stopped her spinning and stood pushing herself against the pole. The cool brass felt almost cold against her stomach as she pressed her chest and abdomen against the pole. She quickly slid the panties down over her hips and pushed them down as far as she could reach. Then lifting one leg, she dragged them the rest of the way down with her toes. She was now standing totally naked facing the non-transparent front wall of the truck. Her body was pressed tight against the pole as she did pelvic thrusts in time to the music. Each thrust forced the pole deeply between her pussy lips, but her clit and actual opening remained behind the pole.

"Full spin as we go past the casino," Gerry yelled, and Sandra pulled herself back onto the pole to began a spin.

As she rotated around the pole she could see people on the sidewalks staring at her. The pole felt cold and slippery rubbing against her hot crotch. She let herself go into an almost horizontal spin and watched upside down as the traffic and the crowds spun around her.

"Thirty seconds before we close it down," Gerry said quietly and suddenly Sandra knew that she had to do it.

She lowered her head and raised her feet until she was once again almost vertical and upside down. Then reaching around behind her back she grabbed the pole. A moment later, her legs came loose from around the pole and she was back into an upside down splits spin.

This time it wasn't her soaked panties that were exhibited to the crowds. It was her glistening pussy on full display. On the fourth spin around the pole, the sides of the truck suddenly changed to look like white painted wood and the music changed to some innocuous elevator pop.

"Back to furniture truck mode," Gerry said. "We will be back in the garage in just a few moments."

When the side of the truck opened once again, Sandra was lying on her back in the middle of the room. Her hands were between her legs. "Good thing I kept the outside music on," Gerry said with a smile. "You haven't gotten any quieter as you have gotten older."

Sandra stood slowly on very wobbly legs. The truck was back in the garage. From the cables and hydraulic lines attached to the computers at the side of the bay, it was obvious that they had never left the building.

"Remember," Gerry said as Sandra pulled her clothing back on, "you need to meet with the coordinator at 5:30 and then be at the front doors at 6:00 for our guided tour of the Strip. Make sure you are exactly on time because I have a surprise ready for you that you will remember forever."

***

Sandra wasn't sure why she had to meet with the event coordinator again since they seemed to have gone over everything earlier, but her agenda-driven nature brought her to the coordinator's office at exactly 5:30.

"What did we need to talk about?" she asked. "I thought we had everything nailed down this afternoon."

"Let me check my notes," the staff person replied and then began rummaging through a stack of papers on her desk. Two incoming phone calls and an interruption by a secretary later, she looked up and said, "Oh, I see now. Gerry indicated that we needed to talk, but my notes show that we did get everything arranged this afternoon. Sorry for the inconvenience."

As she left the office, Sandra noted that the clock on the office wall read 5:55. "Just time to make it to the front doors," she thought to herself as she hurried through the lobby.

The rest of the class and their spouses were waiting on the sidewalk as she came out of the casino. Their eyes were wide open and their mouths were agape. One of her classmates turned to face her, pointed at her, and said in a stammering voice, "Here... here... here's Sandy now. It... it... it... couldn't have been her. She would never have had time to get dressed."

Gerry started laughing and everyone stood looking back and forth between him and Sandra. "I'm sorry, Sandra," he finally said between laughs. "I decided to demonstrate my faceover software and superimposed your face on the body of one of our strippers in the Strippermobile. Too bad you weren't here to see it. You really gave everyone a great show. Especially there at the end."

Sandra felt herself flush with heat and felt the liquid gathering between her legs as she realized what had occurred. With Gerry's help, she had, in fact, flashed her naked cunt to the entire class just like she had always dreamed of doing. It took her several moments to regain control. Finally she composed herself and exclaimed, "Gerry!" Then trying to sound very upset she added, "You could have gotten me in a lot of trouble."

The class began laughing. One classmate said, "You really had us going, Gerry. I would have sworn that was Sandra in that truck."

"Do you really think I would ever do something like that?" she asked, still trying to look very offended. Turning to Gerry, she said, "To make up for that, Gerry, you are buying David and me supper tonight."

"It's the least I can do," he replied. "Besides, it's all being charged to my comp account anyway and being written off as a publicity expense."

***

Later, after walking the Strip and stopping in at several of the attractions, the group returned to the Blue Sky Penthouse Lounge for their evening meal. As they were eating, David leaned close to his wife and said, "There is one thing that I still don't understand. How did Gerry know to superimpose a dolphin tattoo on either side of the stripper's pussy lips?"

Sandra just smiled and responded, "I guess that is one of those mysterious things that happens in Vegas... and truly stays in Vegas."

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