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What happens in Vegas...
By Rebecca Bas
It wasn't until this very moment that I actually felt nervous. Today had
been a blur of activity; luckily I'd had some time available the day
before between work and my full body wax to pack for my trip. I woke up
this morning to take a quick shower before heading out to my colon
hydrotherapy appointment, a forty-five minute cleansing. I wanted to be
clean inside and out for tonight. My colonic therapist made no comment
about my hairless nether regions from yesterday waxing. I had spent some
time making sure I'd taken care of all the wax residue.
A fifteen minute drive later and my manicurist had my feet soaking in the
pedicure chairs warm water tub. We spent some time discussing my
upcoming trip to Las Vegas with my burlesque class while she painted my
toes with OPI's, 'No, I'm Not A Waitress' color. Later, she would use
the same color on my fingers but the gel nail process not only added
length but the color was baked on under the UV lights. There was no
going back unless I filed them off down to my natural nail. I was used
to this for long weekends at home wearing gel nails for extended periods
of time; I wasn't used to wearing long bright red nails at the airport.
Baggage claim wasn't so bad; I actually received a nice compliment from
the woman working the counter. It was the TSA line that intimidated me
the most. Not the TSA personnel, just the line itself. Walking back and
forth around the turnstiles in the queue, parading past the same people
over and over again on both sides. No one said anything but I could feel
the stares.
Looking back, I would have thought the three hour plane ride would have
been an opportunity where nerves might come into play. But I was able to
relax and enjoy the flight while reading and watching some videos. It
had been my first chance to relax since two days ago with everything I
had to do getting ready to leave for my trip.
After the plane landed it was rush, rush, rush, all over again. I had to
pick up my baggage, find the car rental place, drive to my hotel, check
in, unpack everything I would need for tonight, do my hair, my makeup,
get dressed, pack my purse, drive to The Cosmopolitan, park and get to
the restaurant. I only had two hours to do everything and I didn't want
to be late. After parking the car I texted Miss Penny to let her know
I had arrived. She had coincidentally been going to Las Vegas that same
weekend for some trade show and we had decided to meet up. My phone soon
made my receiving a text message sound. "See you soon, sweetie." was her
reply as I exited the elevator into a sea of people.
After I had dressed for the night and walked out to the car I had seen
some people but I didn't really notice as I was in a rush to not be late.
Also, I was staying in a hotel off The Strip, this was the Cosmopolitan,
right on The Strip, and it was very busy. Right this moment was when I
first started to feel the nerves of what I was actually doing. I was a
male wearing a little black A-line sleeveless lace party dress, my makeup
and hair done in a delightfully feminine style and wearing my black
velvet stilettos, clicking my way across the concrete floor. This mad
red gel nails at the airport seem like child's play; this was me, fully
sissified in the heart of Las Vegas.
I made my way to the escalator and upstairs to the sushi restaurant.
There were six people milling about near the hostess stand but no one was
talking to her so I sashayed past a few of the people waiting and told
her I had a reservation for Rebecca Bas and that my dinner companion
would be here soon. Being the professional she was, she didn't even
flinch at the site of me or my obviously male voice. She said it would
be a few minutes and she would call for me when the table was ready.
Standing there with the other patrons while waiting for either Miss Penny
to arrive or for my name to be called was a very long five minutes. I
tried my very best to stand up straight and proud, and made a point of
not pulling out my phone so I had something to do or at least look like I
did. Two other parties of two and four were seated first, and a few more
people arrived to check in with the hostess before I was called up.
"Rebecca Bas!" the hostess called.
It was just a few minutes at the table before Miss Penny arrived and
joined me. Walking over to the table she was a vision wearing a 50's
inspired navy dress, her long brunette hair in curls and pulled back
slightly from her beautiful face. I stood up to greet her with a hug and
I could feel her gorgeous breasts pressed against mine. I was in heaven.
She was a lovely conversationalist and made a flattering comment about my
outfit and I returned in kind. We spent a good portion of the meal
making small talk as if we had been old friends. We also spent some time
on how I started dressing and how I got to where I am now, she was
forthcoming about her personal journey since I didn't want to focus the
conversation on just me. Before I knew it the meal was over and Miss
Penny suggested we go across to the Chandelier Bar.
By now I had forgotten about being nervous and walked with confidence as
we entered the bar. The beauty of the Chandelier Bar was there were no
external walls. A short bridge across an opening in the 2nd floor led to
a large platform floor area with hundreds of strands of crystal strings
along the outside edge where walls would normally be. This allowed you
to look out and others to look in as though you were inside an enormous
chandelier.
Miss Penny led us to an open love seat along one of the outside edges
looking back towards the bar in the middle of the area. I made an effort
to sit as ladylike as I could on the low couch so I wasn't flashing my
stocking tops to everyone. The waitress came over and Miss Penny ordered
a glass of wine for herself and said, "She'll have a champagne cocktail,"
while placing her hand lightly on my stocking encased knee. The waitress
tried to stifle a small smile and I felt totally emasculated. But I was
sitting there in a little black dress, so who was I to protest.
The bar itself was fairly busy so we were pleasantly surprised when we
only had to wait about five minutes for our order. We were continuing
our conversation from dinner and our drinks were just arriving when a
group of four women entered the bar, a bachelorette party. Miss Penny
leaned into me and suggested we buy them a round. It seemed like a
friendly thing to do and what Miss Penny wants..., I quickly agreed. Miss
Penny asked the waitress to take their order and send over
congratulations from us.
The girls were very happy to have received a round of drinks and waved
over to us for a thank you. I could see them lean into one another and a
lively discussion started. Each of the girls in turn would take a quick
look over our way and join back in the conversation. I could see it
happen right before my eyes, I had been made and four potentially drunk
girls were trying to get the nerve to come over to us. Miss Penny saw it
too and had a wry little smile on her mouth saying, "Just follow my lead,
this could be fun."
Finally the bravest one of the group split away and started walking over,
about two steps behind the rest of the group followed. The first girl
planted herself in front of us and said, "Hi, thank you so much for
buying us drinks, that was really nice of you." Miss Penny quickly
responded," You're Welcome!" and drew them into a conversation with
questions about when the wedding was planned for and who was the bride.
That was the perfect opening for introductions and each of the girls
introduced themselves and after everyone was done, Miss Penny looked at
me and said, "And this pretty little wallflower is..."
"Hi. I'm Becky," I said with a sheepish little wave and all the girls
smiled and waved back.
The waitress stopped by with the girls drink order and said they could
pull over some of the little round cubes that could double as sitting
stools if they wanted and Miss Penny said "Yes, you should join us if you
want." The girls didn't need much in the way of convincing and soon were
all comfortably arrayed around our couch. There was a little more
discussion about the wedding until finally the brave girl said to me,
"You're a guy...? I mean, it's totally cool, but..."
I think I turned bright red, luckily I had so much makeup on that you
couldn't tell. Miss Penny just laughed out loud and said, "I don't know
that guy is the right term to use, guys dress like...guys. If you need a
label she is technically a sissy, or a crossdresser if you want to be
politically correct. We're pretty casual about labels, but she does have
a cute little penis tucked away inside her panties." The girls were
stunned at the odd turn the conversation had taken. I quickly added,
"It's true, we can talk about it or you can ask questions if you want."
That seemed to calm down the girls.
It wasn't long before Miss Penny had them laughing as she was making up
an elaborate story about meeting me in a bar, dressed as a girl for
Halloween a few years ago and how she took me under her wing to help me
work on my look. She said at first I had claimed it was just for
Halloween but she knew the truth. She went on to describe the evolution
of our relationship to its current state where I am just a sissy she
enjoys spending time with now and then. They were shocked at first but I
would occasionally chime in with something to help Miss Penny's story
along and the girls relaxed and started to enjoy the fun we all were
having. There were suggestions that the girls should try this with their
own boyfriends, at least once. I giggled at the thought of that.
Wearing pretty lingerie isn't for everyone; their boyfriends might be in
for a surprise in the near future.
After our drinks were done, the bachelorette party ordered a 2nd round
and I was told to find the waitress and pay our bill. When I had
returned Miss Penny had invited them all up to the room to see just how
committed I was to being a sissy. Apparently it had taken some cajoling
on the part of the brave girl in the group but between her and Miss Penny
they eventually had them convinced they should come up for a very
memorable bachelorette party event. This time I was the stunned one, I
was a little concerned this was spiraling out of control. But Miss Penny
stood up, took me by the hand and led me to the elevator, offering me no
choice in the matter. Miss Penny leaned in to me with her hand wandering
up my back side, "I told you this would be fun." The girls followed
along with their drinks to go.
As the elevator door closed, Miss Penny took on a lecturing tone. "In a
situation like this, you need to be the aggressor. Let your sissy know
that she will be rewarded for being a good girl." She pushed me into the
corner of the elevator, grabbing my wrists and placing them on her
shoulders. She leaned in and kissed my neck causing me to involuntarily
cock my head to the side and I closed my eyes. A few kisses in, she had
her hand sliding up my thigh under my skirt and soon had a handful of my
clit through my panties and a little moan escaped my lips. Just then the
elevator door opened and Miss Penny stepped away. "Let her know that you
mean business ladies," she said, as I tried to compose myself as we
exited the elevator.
Back in the room Miss Penny had all of the girls sit on the bed while she
flicked the hem of my skirt up now and then showing the girls a peek at
my stocking tops. She walked over to the TV and found the music channel
explaining that she had enrolled me in burlesque dance classes and I
should show them what I had learned. Miss Penny stood off to the side
while I started a slow tease for the girls. I had in fact been taking
burlesque lessons, which was a good thing because I could fake my way
through a dance. I made sure to make eye contact and did a number of
bumps and grinds not really removing anything during the first song which
was about half way done when she first found it. Miss Penny gave me a
circular finger twirl I took to mean keep going when the song ended and
she quietly stepped away.
During the second song I slowly walked in front of all the girls
individually, giving each a little personal time before stepping out and
reaching behind my back to unzip my dress. With my back to the girls I
slowly unzipped the dress eliciting some hoots and cheers. I had chosen
a very specific set of lingerie for Miss Penny and now I would be showing
it off not just to her but the girls we had met not even forty minutes
ago. As I slowly slid each arm out of the dress holding it up in place
over my bra I spun back to face the girls and gave them a quick flash of
my bra before turning around again. As I slid the dress down, I exposed
my new black lace bra for just a second. The girls cheered again. I did
a few more bumps and grinds before lowering the dress to the floor. My
matching panties to the bra and a solid black garter belt and stockings
were now exposed for the bachelorettes to see. I was down to just my
lingerie in front of near strangers, not so much unlike a real burlesque
show.
My timing was fairly good as the song ended not much after I had removed
the dress, picked it up and flung it over on the chair near the window.
Miss Penny's timing was good as well, she walked out of the bathroom and
into the main room wearing a gorgeous leopard print bra and garter belt
set with stockings and sky high heels. To top it off, she also had on a
strap on harness with a beautiful blue cock bouncing along with each step
she took.
"I hope you enjoyed the opening act ladies. Are you ready for the real
show?"
Miss Penny made a gesture that the girls immediately took to mean they
should stand up as she pushed me down onto the bed. From somewhere she
pulled out a silk scarf and tied my hands together placing them over my
head. She would have tied my hands to the headboard if she could but it
was solid and she told me to leave them up. She pulled out a Magic Wand
from the side table and plugged it in running the vibrating ball all over
my exposed skin and silken lingerie. The girls watched in stunned
silence as Miss Penny did as she wanted to her feminized sissy boy.
She spent about fifteen minutes just teasing me with the magic wand,
slowly working closer and closer to my growing clitty which was now
leaking profusely through my panties. Miss Penny slid her finger over
the wet spot and managed to collect a little drop of pre cum which she
brought to my lips. "Ooh, Sissy Becky likes this doesn't she?" I
greedily licked the drop off her finger. While I was in heaven, Miss
Penny crooked a finger to the bride who hesitantly stepped closer. She
handed her the magic wand and said, "The key is to lightly work your way
up to tip of her clit, but don't spend all of your time there. Just
imagine where you would enjoy feeling the vibrations yourself."
She proceeded to teach a master class to gathered girls. How to tease
and deny, tease and deny. Bring the sissy close to release and then
explain what the sissy should do next, if she wanted to continue on with
the pleasurable feelings. First she had me sucking her strap on for all
I was worth. Each of the girls had a chance to help with the magic wand
as Miss Penny was unable to reach me while she was leaning back on the
pillows as I sucked away on her cock. The girls were quite proficient at
giving my sissy stick the proper attention to kept it hard and excited in
my panties.
Next Miss Penny had me move on top of her, straddling her strap on while
she lay back on the bed. Explaining that in this position I would have
to do all of the work. Meaning, if I wanted to have her strap on in my
boy pussy, I would be making a conscious decision to do it. Miss Penny
could have taken me if she wanted, but at this point in the evening she
wanted me to know that I wanted to be fucked, that I chose to submit.
This position assured that.
After riding her strap on for a while it was time to change positions.
With my engorged clit now unable to remain in my panties they were
quickly discarded as was the scarf binding my hands. Moving me into a
doggie style position Miss Penny had me put my head on the bed with my
ass high in the air. I was fairly loose by this point and her cock slid
into me with ease. She pointed out that just as any regular boy girl
coupling she could be aggressive, pulling me by my hips back into her, or
she could take long slow strokes, or even make me do the work again while
she just stayed in a static position. Of course the girls knew all of
this but Miss Penny was enjoying making me perform the role of the girl
and work my hips back and forth on her strap on.
She grabbed my upper arm and drew me up into a kneeling position, her
hard cock still in my sissy pussy. From here she could reach around and
play with my clitty while she continued to plunge in and out of me. That
didn't last long because she then wanted me to stroke my own cock for the
girls, moaning and saying how much I loved the feel of her deep inside
me, how I loved my pretty lingerie and thank her for teaching me how to
be a good little slut. I was told that as I came close to climax I
should let her know and of course she would make me stop stroking before
I could finish. Another point to the girls was that my orgasm was for
Miss Penny to decide when I could cum, or if.
This went on for some time and in various positions. In the end Miss
Penny had me begging her to let me cum for her and the girls. I promised
that I would eat my cum like a good girl if she allowed me climax for
her. Lecturing the entire time, occasionally allowing the girls to touch
or tease my clit, she finally relented. In the end I came hard with me
on my back and my stocking clad legs wrapped around Miss Penny's waist.
A large pool of semen rested on my tummy. Miss Penny finger fed me all
of my own cum with her strap on still deep inside of me, saying that this
was no time ease off on training. Many sissies feel shame right after
climaxing and I needed to remember my promises, have time to recover and
become comfortable with what I had just done.
Shortly after, Miss Penny had me clean up my makeup and slip back into my
dress, again to reinforce that just because we had sex, I was still a
sissy and shouldn't slip back into the role of a boy right away. She had
me give my panties to the bride as a bachelorette party present.
The girls and I left to go back downstairs at the same time, which they
found odd until I explained that we weren't staying together and I had to
go back to my hotel. I received a lovely hug and kiss from each of the
girls as we said our goodbyes and I thanked each of them. I also
expressed my deep felt hope they had a good time and the wedding was
perfect.
Soon I was on my way to the taxi line to go back to my own hotel. My
spent little clit, panty-less, was dangling loosely and lightly rubbing
against the silk lining of the black party dress I had bought
specifically for my evening with Miss Penny. I still had four days and
room full of pretty clothes to finish my long weekend in Las Vegas before
I had to be a boy again.
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