we met for drinks at the whiskey, because he likes to rent cabanas and entertain large groups of his friends. over the course of four hours, during which i consumed massive quantities of alcohol, i was fondled, asked my bra size 100 times (not an exaggeration; i counted) and propositioned by two separate bisexual couples -- one that contained two males and one that contained a male and a female -- for sex. the dominatrix conversation came up again, and someone suggested i seriously go for it, because, as he put it, i have the personality and psychological make up for it. i didn't know if i should be flattered or insulted. his companion, a thin girl of about 20 who dances in an all nude bar that doesn't serve alcohol told me that she was awaiting her 21st birthday so that she could go to a club that did serve alcohol and make tons more money. "there is sex in the champagne room," she added in the same way you might say, "oh by the way, there's a sale at macy's."
only in las vegas.
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