We both got up early the next morning and, following breakfast in bed, I set off to find the hotel concierge. I wanted to ask him about the best places in town to shop and play. Instead, I met Reggie. Reggie had been a housekeeper at the hotel for 12 years and, despite his dredlocked appearance, was quite informative and well spoken. Reggie explained to me that the whole of Las Vegas was rife with kickbacks. Every concierge in town was accepting kickback money from limo services, restaurants, clothiers and, especially, adult clubs. All this was done under the table to send as much business as possible their way. So, Reggie hooked me up with a great limo service as well as a couple of store to shop for clothes.
"Anything else you need, good sir," Reggie asked before getting back to his housekeeping chores.
"Anything, Reggie?" I asked sheepishly. "How bout a good place to get a couple of joints?"
Shannon and I had not gotten high together in a decade or better. I thought it might be fun and Reggie looked like the type who knew where to get some good weed.
With a half laugh, Reggie said, "Tell you what. How bout you give me a $20 tip for the information and I will deliver some fresh towels to your room in 30 minutes." He gave a wink and a sly smile and I knew I was in business. I pulled a $100 dollar bill from my pocket and handed it to Reggie.
"Man, I said $20," he looked astonished.
"Keep the change, my good man," I replied giving him a firm handshake. "See you soon and thanks for all the great tips."
When I got back to the hotel room, Shannon was just getting off the phone with the spa. She had apparently gifted herself the whole works.
"Getting a facial too, I suppose," I quipped earning me a dirty look.
"Yes, I am," she replied, "And a haircut as well. I want to look extra special for you tonight."
She explained that she would be gone for the better part of the late morning and early afternoon and that I was on my own. I had already planned to go buy a suit for the evening and I certainly had quite a few phone calls to make in order to solidify the night's activities. Shannon grabbed her purse and headed for the door.
"I'll see you in about 4 hours," she explained, "Maybe we could grab a late lunch." This was an order, not a suggestion.
"Yeah, so we'll meet back here at 3," I finished as she walked out the door.
I immediately grabbed the phone and ordered up our limo service for the night. I aslo made an appointment at the suit store. I wanted to get tailored for that perfect fit. I made reservations for the restaurant and called the strip club for VIP reservations. All this, of course, courtesy of Reggie. Oh, and lest I forget, those "towels" Reggie delivered were two fat primo o' joints. They looked and smelled excellent. It was certainly going to be a fun night.
Not to bore you with details, but I ordered up a fine dark blue suit with a light blue, almost metallic shirt, fine Italian loafers from the suit shop. The tailor said that it would be ready for pickup in about an hour, so I had some time to kill. Just around the corner from the tailors was an adult novelty shop so I decided to stop in and have a look around. I browsed through the shop with visions of Kat and Rebecca dancing through my head. I dreamt of all the naughty things that I had witnessed the girls dooind two nights ago and felt a distinct stir in my pants. This much I had learned for sure about myself, I liked to watch. There was nothing in the world like watching a live pono take place right in front of you. Ahhh, the visions in my head.
"Can I make a suggestion?" a tight little twenty-something awoke me from my dream. "I'd go with the two foot double-ended dildo if I was you."
Laughing, as well as forgetting my manners, I asked, "Why?"
"That way your lady can lie back and pound herself for you," she reasoned, "It's way hot." She reach and handed me the biggest damn dildo I had ever seen. "From that angle, she gets to rub her clit with these ticklers that are on her as well," she continued, "It's way hot."
Noticing her name tag for the first time, I responded, "Thanks, Nicole. Any chance I could get a demonstration of this particular model."
She smiled and dismissed my pervertion. "No, but I'll be happy to check you out." Damn all the luck, I thought. I also purchased a DVD for the limo and exited the store $140 lighter than when I entered. It was going to be a damn interesting night, that much was for sure.
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