Eric watched intently as Alexis strode up the stage stairs and floated across the dance floor to her pole. She was tall and lean with perfect skin to match her perfect body. Grabbing the pole, she made an initial turn to the delight of the crowd, her porcelain white teeth and dark tan complimenting her sequined bra and panites perfectly.
Alexis stood a good 5'8", but closer to 6'0" in her acrylic heels. Her long blonde hair nearly touched her perfect heart shaped ass and her other worldly breasts called out to be released from the D cups that strained to hold them. She slowly danced her way over to Eric while never losing eye contact, before saying, "I see that your girlfriend left with the high roller."
"Not my girlfriend," Eric countered, "she's my wife."
"Seriously?" Alexis replied with a questioning smile.
"Seriously," Eric answered, "and I have a twelve hour hall pass to use however I want."
"Well then," Alexis drawled with a seductive Aussie accent. "If you play your cards right then, maybe you'll be able to use me however you want."
With that statement hanging in the air, she twirled away back to her pole to begin her set while Eric contemplated all of the possibilities which it might imply.
It quickly became apparent that Alexis was the club's featured dancer. The crowd grew quickly around her table and Eric had the best seat in the house. Alexis danced, pranced, and spun to the delight of all, while gathering a great deal of cash. She certainly knew how to play to a room with her many talents.
As her two song set wound down, Alexis made a final trip around the perimeter of the stage for men to stuff bills of various denominations into her G string while receiving the obligatory type of body contact that was appropriate for their donation. The set concluded with Alexis giving Eric a coy glance over her shoulder as she sauntered away off stage.
Eric remained in his chair for quite a while waiting for Alexis to make an appearance again on one of the other stages, but she never did. When the waitress came around to check if Eric needed a fresh drink, he inquired when she might expect Alexis to dance another set.
"Oh, she's done for the evening dear," was the reply. "She actually left the club out the rear staff door about ten minutes ago."
'Great, just great,' Eric thought to himself. "Can I get my check please?" He handed the waitress his credit card.
"Sure thing," she answered. "Be right back, hon."
Soon the waitress returned with Eric's credit card and the carbon copy for him to sign. As he began to sign it, he noticed a note slipped in behind them.
"Meet me in the parking lot. White Mercedes. Alexis," it said.
Smiling to himself, Eric signed his tab and headed out of the club. As he exited the front door and looked around, the Mercedes pulled up through the covered valet area with the window already rolled down.
"I hear you need a ride," came the voice from inside.
"I do," Eric replied. "How much to Caesars?"
"I offer a set fare," the driver replied. "One thousand dollars for twelve exclusive hours of driving services and unlimited access to my exclusive personal assistant services during non-drive time."
"Excellent," Eric replied before getting in and handing her the cash. "Nice to get that out of the way right up front."
The Mercedes pulled away and made its way southward on The Strip toward Caesar's, while Alexis and Eric made each other's acquaintance. Eric found that she was twenty-four and a recent transplant from Sydney, and had relocated to Las Vegas for obvious reasons.
Before leaving work, Alexis had changed into a short white sequined club dress and matching heels for her driving duties. The colored lights of The Strip seemed to change colors like a chameleon as they traveled.
As they pulled up to the front of the hotel, a valet quickly opened the driver's door and assisted Alexis out of the vehicle while another opened Eric's door. Eric took Alexis's arm and the couple strolled into the lobby to the sights and energy of a Vegas Saturday night, before walking up to the registration desk.
Eric exchanged greetings with the clerk before inquiring about whether they had any rooms for the evening.
"You aren't staying here?" Alexis whispered.
"No," Eric replied, "but let's see what they say."
Eric continued with the clerk, casually dropping the story that they had been out on the town in San Diego and had taken a flight to Vegas for the evening on a whim without even bringing any luggage.
The clerk glanced up and nodded in a semi-believing fashion, then continued clicking away at her terminal before responding that the only rooms they had left were two Penthouse Strip View Suites at a cost of $1,250 per night.
"We'll take one," Eric said as Alexis squeezed his arm and smiled.
The elevator ride felt like an eternity as the sexual tension built. Alexis stood in front of Eric and brushed her ass back and forth against him. She could feel him growing harder behind her just as he slid a hand up the outside of her slender thigh and under her sequined skirt.
The elevator chimed its arrival to their floor and they made their way toward the suite, slowed by intermittent stops to kiss and grope each other along the way. Finally they reached their room at the end of the hall, a good sign for what they hoped would be an excellent view.
They were not disappointed upon opening the door. The entire glorious length of The Strip was exposed through their floor to ceiling windows, stretched out before them in all her glory.
"This is fantastic!" Alexis gushed as she explored the suite.
Entering the bath, she was especially excited to see a whirlpool tub, walk in steam shower, and sauna.
"Can I pour you a drink?" Eric shouted from the living room.
"Yes," Alexis replied, "vodka soda please."
Returning to the living room, Alexis took her cocktail in hand before gazing out again across the city.
"Spectacular!" she exclaimed.
"Yes you are," Eric replied as he turned on some music from the room's media control system and settled into a large padded chair.
Alexis set her drink down before turning to face him with the Strip in full view as her backdrop.
"I hope you enjoy this," she said with a smile.
As the music played, Alexis began Eric's private table dance to his immense satisfaction.
"Have you ever fucked a stripper?" she asked.
"No," Eric said sheepishly.
"You will tonight," Alexis answered. "Repeatedly."
The beat of the music increased as did Alexis's movements. She quickly removed her shoes and let her slender frame dance barefoot before moving closer to let Eric unzip her dress. After doing so, Alexis danced away teasingly before letting it drop to the floor.
There was nothing underneath.
"Outstanding," Eric said with a smile.
"Come over here." Alexis motioned with a finger. "I'm lonely."
Eric stood up and walked over to her. As Alexis danced around him she slowly undressed him. A button here, a belt there, until they stood naked together against the lights of Las Vegas.
Eric's cock stood long and hard for Alexis, telling her what his lips had not yet. That he would be fucking her very soon.
"What a beautiful cock you have." Alexis giggled as she placed her hand firmly on the shaft. "I'll bet you are very talented with it."
"I am," Eric replied, "and I think it is well past time to show you."
With that Alexis dropped to her knees in front of the full height windows and held Eric's cock firmly before taking a long and seductive first lick up the full length of it.
"I'm going to suck you first," she countered "Don't cum too fast."
Alexis slid her mouth slowly down Eric's cock without so much as a hesitation in her motion until her lips made contact with his groin. In and out she moved as Eric's senses awakened. At the bottom of each deep throated plunge, Alexis would pause and extend her tongue to tickle the underside of his testicles before withdrawing again. He loved her teasing and grew iron hard from her efforts.
Eric pulled Alexis to her feet and spun her around with her palms on the glass. He had always fantasized about watching Amy being fucked like this by a well endowed stranger, but now he found himself about to live out his own fantasy in reverse fashion. Maybe Amy was out there somewhere doing the same right now.
Alexis pushed back against the windows, arching her back and elevating her ass for Eric to caress. It was smooth and perfect he thought, running his hands over it to her positive reaction.