From: DragonFly@swamp.wet (*DragonFly*)
Subject: ASSC - ASSCon LV3:  12 Hours in Sin City

12 Hours in Sin City

Final arrangements and cover story complete, I head for the United
Shuttle concourse at LAX.  Geez, this place is crowded.  Finding no
seats available, I end up squatting on a ledge below some CRTs showing
the flight schedule.  The Vegas flight that was supposed to leave about
2 hours before mine hasn't left yet - or arrived for that matter.  But
it looks like it may end up leaving before my flight, so the switch is
made.  Sure enough, my flight is still at the gate as this plane pulls
away.  I'm sitting next to an aging, but not unattractive, blonde who
keeps cracking silly jokes and punching me playfully in the arm.  (Watch
that ring, girl!)  She needs a drink, she says.  (Not on this flight,
though.)  I keep glancing  at her rather prominent chest, anticipating a
night of debauchery, and trying to laugh in all the right places.

We land.  She disappears into the waiting arms of some boyfriend.  I
bypass the slot machines and video games in the airport and stand in the
first of several lines I'll be waiting in tonight - for a taxi.  10
minutes later, I'm in a cab headed for the Flamingo Hilton.  (An aside:
Why in the world did I book a decent hotel?  All I really need from it
is a shower…  Ah well, too late now.) $20 for the ride in heavy traffic.
Despite the traffic, I'm pissed later when my ride back to the airport
is $10.  Again, too late now.  At the Hilton, I find that my VIP
standing in Hilton's frequent guest program has no pull here. Again,
why…?  never mind…

Drop the bags and go back downstairs to stand in line again for a cab to
the restaurant.  Managed to survive the near collision due to driver
stupidity…  And into Pasta Mia.  The crowd inside could only have been
ASSCers.  It looked like a strip club without strippers.  Or the club.
Just the patrons.

One of the best things about this extravaganza was putting faces to the
names I've come to know.  I'm not even going to try to list 'em because
I'd leave someone out.  I'm sure it will be oft reported, but there
seemed to be about 50 at dinner.  Many thanks to Jim Forte for hosting.

Best moments from dinner:
o Cara stabbing me with her fork.
o Being sandwiched on a booth bench between DaraLynne and Ginger.
o Watching the normally suave and sophisticated and ultra-cool LMR show
   up way late, then spill the name tags.  (Sorry, man, had to do it.)

After the obligatory group photos, it was off to Olympic Gardens.
Thanks to Josh2000 for the ride.

Once inside, we suffered the inevitable confusion of trying to find
where we were supposed to be.  Quickly located Kid, TallGuy and Ook.
And yes, folks, he's tall.  And the other one was ooky…  The place was
busting at the seams with both dancers and customers.  Quickly
assaulting Kid was a tall beauty named, and I'm serious now, Love.  For
Kid to be impressed with a sales approach, it must have been good.  I
found out later that she was quite capable of delivering on her claims.

OG was everything I would have expected from Vegas.  Big (huge!), and a
never ending stream of drop dead gorgeous dancers wandering around.
Wow.  Enough sillycone to float a battleship, of course, but what the
hell?

It turned out that since we were running late, we lost our reserved
space.  Once they opened the upstairs after a male dance review, up we
went to claim some territory.  I had already been latched onto by a
dancer who, it turned out, normally dances at the club I frequent in LA.
So much for coming to Vegas for new faces.  Anyway, Tatum was a pretty,
thin, nicely put together young lady with long brown hair.  She was
halfway through the first song when I, feeling a little disappointed,
pointed out "You're doing a Fritz dance."  She thought I was referring
to the fact that her top was still on.  She was mortified at having
reverted back to So Cal ways.  Offered to do another one for free.
Which she did.  But what I was really referring to was the low mileage.
I quickly concluded that it was going to be a very inexpensive night.

It took another SoCal club veteran, OCRob, to prove me wrong.  (OCRob
also goes to Fritz…)

OCRob, after introducing himself, for some reason offered to buy me a
dance.  I thought for a nanosecond and said "OK."  Rob had procured the
services of a very curvy blonde and a thin, lithe brunette.  Never got
the blonde's name right, but the brunette was Mylea (not that she ever
spelled it for me) or Coral, her professed stage name.  I was actually
thinking I'd quit after one or try to swap with Rob.  I generally go for
the more full figured types.  Boy was I wrong. Rob, I still think I got
the better of the deal.  Mylea was a very accomplished rock polisher,
one of the finest I've ever met.  This time, I found out that OG can be
a very hands-on kind of place.  Mylea said she also dances at Crazy
Horse 2.  Check her out.  I ended up getting 4 dances from her.  I also
got one from Rob's blonde for the sake of comparison.  Nice body, but I
preferred her friend's dances.

So much for the inexpensive evening.
o  Angela:  Very nice brunette, great laps, and again, another SoCal
   dancer. Beverly Club this time.  She caught Laar's eye, too.
o  Nina:  The classic big chested blonde.  Very good laps.  Good
   stripper shit, too.  Said she enjoyed dancing for me.  (Aw, shucks.)
   I'm reminded of a conversation a while back with Teena...
o  Love: Oh my.  Legs that went on forever.  Very intense laps.  I can't
   say I was in Love, but I sure thought about it.  :-)

Except for the first dance, all were pretty high mileage.  I was certainly more
turned on than I have been in a long time.

Other highlights:
   o  Ginger and DaraLynne getting friendly.  DL was sitting on Ginger's lap,
      straddled…  Drew a small crowd for a few minutes.  Laar seemed to be
      enjoying the view, too.
   o  Ginger's foot rub:  Ginger almost didn't let me give her a foot rub
      because I don't have a foot fetish.  I just wanted to do it as a step in
      our budding friendship…  Ok, just to get my hands on some part of her
      anatomy.  Ook grabbed the other foot and we were off and rubbing.  She
      spread-eagled in the corner of a couch, we on either foot.  And the look
      on her face!  Priceless.
   o  ALS:  The man, the legend.  In his oh-so-stylish glasses, his stylish
      black garb, with the stylish Edie on his arm, his stylish wit, his
      stylish shoes…  I'm telling you, it was a religiously stylish event.
   o  Bubba:  The leash, the dog dish, MISTRESS DEVON.  Need I say more?
   o  Kid got disgusted with me for talking about my Joe Boxer underwear.  Deal
      with it punk.
   o  The very same kid, when shown one of LMR's thank you gifts - a very large
      latex penis/dildo - tries to deep throat it.  And I was disgusting...
      sheesh.

It must have been about 2am when a group of left OG for a dance club
called the Drink.  The plan was to take Ook's rental car.  The plan had
one flaw... Compact Car.  6 people.  Hmmm. Once Ook FOUND the car, I
volunteered for the very dangerous assignment of having Cara on my lap
for the ride.  (Tough job, but somebody had to do it.)   I'm sure she
could do a much better lap dance without such cramped surroundings...and
she were actually dancing instead of complaining about the
accommodations.  Here's the complete picture...  Ginger driving, DF and
Cara in the front passenger seat, LMR, Ook, and DaraLynne in the back
seat.

First a stop to allow Cara, Ginger and LMR to change.  At least I think
that's what they were doing.  Took them long enough.  Then on to the
club.

In the club, it didn't take too long for energy levels to drop.  Soon, a
bunch of us were gathered in a lounge area talking.  TallGuy and I took
turns acting as leg support for DaraLynne and Rayne.  Soon after that,
off to get some food. By now, it's about 4am.

First step, retrieve Ook's car from valet.  Pack in the same crew as
before... Except add TallGuy.  Which meant Ginger and TallGuy in front.
Ook, LMR, and DF as the bottom layer in back, DaraLynne and Cara on
laps.  Cozy and warm.

Breakfast was a bit of a bust.  The restaurant staff may have been
asleep, I'm not sure.  Rock hard kiwi and pineapple marred Ginger's
experience.  Food sent back, long ping times, etc.  But good company.
Andy joined us and alleviated the ride problems.  I was dropped off at
the hotel after saying goodbyes.  A quick shower, pack everything up,
and out the door.  Never even removed the covers from the bed.  7am
flight home.  For some reason, I missed food service on both segments...
:)   Hope I didn't snore too badly.

Despite the short visit, I had a great time.  Great big thanks to LMR
for coordinating this whole thing.  I enjoyed meeting everyone and, like
I heard Bubba say, wish I'd taken notes to track the names.  Ah, well.

Now, how am I going to get to Philly and SF to continue adventures?
Looking forward to next year...


*DragonFly*