UNLV Sorority Girl Becomes Amateur Las Vegas Entertainer

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The first pic is of my sorority Big, Katie, and me in Las Vegas where we attend school at UNLV. We are pictured at one of our hotel room engagements (more on that later). She and I have become good friends but not in any way that I would have predicted. No we are not lesbians. On the contrary we love men and started our own business in Las Vegas performing together for mostly visiting businessmen and convention goers. We are lucky to be going to school here as I know of no other city like it where a regular college girl can make the kind of money we do. In fact, college girls are in demand in the entertainment industry here. Katie worked as a hostess at a steakhouse where she also got me a job. She quit but didn’t tell me the real reason until after she got to know me better. She started entertaining with another former hostess for a business that advertises college aged strippers. The business finds them work and gets a percentage of their earnings. Any tips they make are theirs to keep. When Katie told me that she was making ten times more money than as a hostess and working only two or three days a week, I was very interested but told her I was pretty naive when it came to things like that. I was raised in a small Kansas town with more cattle than people and had only been nude around my boyfriend of two years. She surprised me when she said, “That makes you perfect for this job.” I knew what she was hinting at with the whole innocent midwestern girl turned stripper thing but she convinced me that I was exactly what most men were looking for, especially middle aged men that had daughters our age. It seemed quirky but I believed her. She wisely told me to just think about it for a while. Before I left her room isvecbahis she reached through the dirty clothes in her hamper and pulled out a draw string cloth bag. She said, “I’ve been wanting to show this to show you. It’s what I’ve made in the last month.” I had never seen that many bills in my life and they were not ones or fives. She said, “It’s way more money than I made all of last year as a hostess. But I’m showing you because I want to quit working for the agency and go on my own but I need a partner and I want it to be you. You may be a naive Kansas girl but you’re beautiful, young and sexy and we could make a lot of money together. Nobody on campus knows I even do this except you and two other girls that also work for the agency because our clients are all out of town men that aren’t going to exactly advertise their extracurricular Vegas activities. But what I’ve learned is that many hotel concierges are the ones that these visitors approach for information on discrete entertainment. We give them our contact information, they hook us up and we get to keep 100% of what we make. The concierge gets his own tip and if he gets good feedback on us, he will recommend us again. I asked her how she knows so much about it. She said because another UNLV sorority girl told her from first hand experience, but, out of discretion, couldn’t say who. After our conversation ended she said she was going to the bank. I told her that I did wonder how she could afford the fashions she was always wearing. She said, “Well now you know.” After my next measly paycheck, I gave her a call. I had been thinking about what it would be like to strip nude for a complete stranger and decided I would at least give it a try. She had isveçbahis giriş already arranged it to my surprise. She said one man, a frequent visitor to Las Vegas, that she had performed for before liked and asked about her. She had given the concierge her contact information and said she would have a new partner, a first timer (me). She wanted to send a bikini photo of me for the man to see. It’s how it works she said. In less than an hour I had my first engagement. We coordinated party dresses and took an Uber to a hotel on the Old Strip. The concierge told us what room to go to. We were greeted by a man in his forties that seemed very lustfully happy to see us. He had food and refreshments, including champagne, and at least twenty candles lit all over the room. I love candles. He was a very interesting and friendly man and, after a glass of champagne and with the good music Katie had selected, I found myself dancing next to her in front of him. Katie asked him if he knew it was my first time. He said he did and felt lucky to have me there which made me feel good. She said to me, “Tell him how many men have seen you nude.” I said, “You’re embarrassing me.” He interjected, “Please don’t be embarrassed. I’d really like to know the answer to that question now that it’s been asked.” I said, “What the hell. My boyfriend in Kansas, that’s who.” His eyes got big and studied mine. He put two one hundred dollar bills on the chair next to him and said, “Oh please don’t stop dancing.” When I saw the money, I laughed at myself because I had temporarily forgotten that that was why we were there. It wasn’t work. I was enjoying myself. Katie turned to her back to me indicating she wanted me to unzip the back of her dress. isveçbahis yeni giriş She slowly lowered it from her shoulders, past her bra, her panties and off her heels. The reality of what we were doing hit me right then. It would be my turn next and I would be doing the same thing for a man I’d just met. I had another drink of champagne. He said that he knew I was nervous and surprised me when he said if I didn’t want to take off my dress I didn’t have to. The money would stay. He was glad that I was there. My attitude changed instantly. I was now free to choose whether I wanted to go further. I turned my back to Katie and she unzipped my dress. I returned his smile and watched his eyes follow my dress down my body. It was a surprisingly erotic turn on for me. I felt a sexy, almost nasty chill rise up from inside my panties. I was thinking of the way he was looking at me in bra and panties. How much more would he enjoy me dancing nude for him? Katie again turned her back to me. I unhooked her bra and slid it loosely over her nipples. She raised her arms over her head and leaned her hips toward me. I slipped her panties down and off her feet. She looked so sexy in the candle light. Instead of being hesitant as I was earlier, now I wanted to look like she did. I looked at our host who was undoubtedly waiting to see my bra and panties come off. I closed my eyes and pictured the scene in the hotel room, the scent of the candles, the music and a man sitting on a couch staring at me. I was about to be nude not five feet away from him. I raised my arms over my head and turned in a slow circle away to face the opposite wall. Katie unhooked my bra and slipped my panties off. I’ll never forget the feeling as I turned to face him. I kept my eyes closed to imagine it as the fantasy it seemed. It was the image I saw in the mirror behind him that excited me more than anything. I got the urge to masturbate to the fantasy of what was happening.

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