Arrivals: Lacy Place Lobby!

Larry the Loser's Lipstick Lure

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  • #65811
     Miss Luzette 
    Participant

    Geesh am I nervous but also excited. I just graduated from college back in Boston and was tagging along with a group of classmates who were planning a celebration in Las Vegas. After a lot of whining and begging, they finally let me join them.

    The plan was that we all would make our own arrangements to book at the Venetian and meet in the lobby. We’d tell the concierge that we were the Boston Boys and he or she would get us together.

    When I got there however the concierge said he never heard of the Boston Boys nor had any of my guys checked in. Now I was alone, wandering around the lobby when a gorgeous showgirl stopped me, offering me discounts at the casino and mall there.

     

    She even let me take selfie with her but when I started tagging along as she handed out coupons she appeared to get annoyed but when I pouted she smiled back and asked me for a favor.

    She had this very favorite lipstick of hers which she told me she left at the nearby Lacy Place Resort. If I could locate it for her and bring it to the desk, she would talk with me over coffee when her shift was over. I excitedly accepted the quest and left immediately.

    Now here I am walking slowly into the equally gorgeous lobby of the Lacy Place Resort and up towards the front desk. I’m not sure how I should proceed now that I’m here nor who I should ask for help but I can’t let my new friend, what’s her name, Jasmin down now can I?

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    #66271
     Mistress Sadie 
    Participant

    I tap my nails on the reception desk impatiently. Come on, come on, how long does it take for someone to go to the bathroom anyway.  I need my mail and I haven’t got all day.

    As I stand there, I’m aware of a figure hovering around the reception desk, moving in and out of my peripheral vision.

    “She’s gone to the bathroom”, I say, with my back turned to you.  “She said she wouldn’t be long”.

    My curiosity gets the better of me and I turn around to face you and sigh a little.   “If you’re booking in, you’ll have to wait until she gets back. Otherwise if you’re looking for directions to any of our leisure facilities or the restaurant I can help.  I work here.”

     

     

    #66275
     Miss Luzette 
    Participant

     

    I wander aimlessly around the lobby, taking in the sights and smells, wondering what to do next when I am startled out of my reverie by the voice of a gorgeous girl with a striking look who speaks, apparently to me: “She said she wouldn’t be long. … I can help. I work here.”

    My head turns, my eyes bulge and my face gets more than a bit warmer as I blurt out: “Lipstick! Sorry, ~hee! ~hee! I’m Larry; this is my first time in, you know, Vegas. ~giggle No I’ve actually checked in at the Venetian; it’s down the street and past that big thing on the corner.”

    As I give hand signals to describe to you the route that I took, my dick starts to bulge very pleasantly. I also take a deep breath of your perfume and mildly moan as I pull out my selfie to show her:

     

    “Her name is um Jasmin; she works over there, at the Venetian you know. I met her in the lobby and we became pals, sorta anyway. That’s where the lipstick comes in.” {BLUSH!}

    This is the second gorgeous girl I’ve talked to pleasantly here in the last hour. Wait until I text my friends back in Boston. Shit she’s still waiting for me to speak!

    “Anyway Jasmin sent me over here to see if I could locate her favorite, um you know lipstick that she’s sure she left over here; this is the Lacy Place, right? ~giggle I don’t know if you can help but thank you for asking anyway.”

    I’m feeling quite warm and excited at the moment. My eyes dart around taking in the scene but my head stays focused on your face and breasts. ~sigh!

    #66287
     Mistress Sadie 
    Participant

    I place my hands on my hips as I listen to you, half smiling as you blurt out a convoluted story about a showgirl at the Venetian and how it’s your first time in Vegas.

    “I know Jasmine”, I say with a smile as you show me the picture.  “She does come in here sometimes to use our spa and salon. So she sent you over to find her lipstick, that’s sweet”.    Oh I know why she sent you over. No doubt like most of the guys around here, you’ve been bugging her and leering at her – just like you can’t keep your eyes off my tits right now.  Uugh.  Why can’t men just act like fucking human beings sometimes.

    I continue to listen, nodding in all the right places.

    “The thing is..”, I say pursing my lips a little, “…I am guessing it’s a red lipstick because I’ve seen Jasmine wear a lot of red.   But there are so many shades and brands, and lipstick is so small she could have left it anywhere”.

    I tap my cheek a few times as if thinking.

    “WAIT!”, I exclaim.   “Like I said, Jasmine visits our salon.  I could take you down there if you like.  I could ask a couple of the girls if they know what shade she wears usually and they MIGHT stock it.   I’m not promising but I honestly can’t be bothered for the receptionist to come back from the bathroom.    How does that sound?”

     

     

    #66294
     Miss Luzette 
    Participant

    I beam that you want to help me as I try to absorb your rapid-fire information: “Red: Yes I’m sure you’re right; she was even wearing a red hue when I met her. She did show me what the tube sorta looked like so I may be able to recognize it if I saw something similar.”
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    “So you think it could be in your salon? Did you mean like a beauty parlor or a tanning and massage area; not that it matters. ~hee ~hee Sure I guess if you have the time, I’d love to have you lead me there.”
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    “You also mentioned a receptionist in a nearby ladies room. Do you think we could ask her and check in there since it’s nearby? That would be a natural place I’m guessing for a girl to drop a lipstick tube.”
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    “Oh geesh! And by ‘we’ I certainly meant ‘you’ unless you’re sure it would be empty.”
    ~BLUSH! I take out my handkerchief and wipe my suddenly damp brow as my eyes flick from your lips to your tits unconsciously:

    Then I take out my phone and hand it to you: “If you want, maybe you could take a picture or two inside the ladies room so I could show Jasmine that I looked there. Or not, I’m just brainstorming out loud is all. If you think that the salon is where to go, ol’ Larry will be happy to join you, Miss.”

    Tits, lips and perfume: This girl is a doll. I shoulda asked for a pic of the receptionist too. Even if I don’t meet here, it’s more bragging rights back in Beantown. ~giggle!

    #66295
     Mistress Sadie 
    Participant

    “Red: Yes I’m sure you’re right; she was even wearing a red hue when I met her. She did show me what the tube sorta looked like so I may be able to recognize it if I saw something similar.”

    “Well that’s a start…”

    “So you think it could be in your salon? Did you mean like a beauty parlor or a tanning and massage area; not that it matters. ~hee ~hee Sure I guess if you have the time, I’d love to have you lead me there.”

    “That’s fine, I’m sure I could….”  Your sentence rolls into the next.

    “You also mentioned a receptionist in a nearby ladies room. Do you think we could ask her and check in there since it’s nearby? That would be a natural place I’m guessing for a girl to drop a lipstick tube.”

    “Well it’s a staff bathroom so I’m sure Jasmin wouldn’t have used that one but…..”  You cut me off before I finish.

    “Oh geesh! And by ‘we’ I certainly meant ‘you’ unless you’re sure it would be empty.”

    I suddenly feel a phone being thrust into my hand. Why is he giving me….

    “If you want, maybe you could take a picture or two inside the ladies room so I could show Jasmine that I looked there. Or not, I’m just brainstorming out loud is all. If you think that the salon is where to go, ol’ Larry will be happy to join you, Miss.”

    I hold up my hand in a stop gesture.  “Larry!  Stop talking!  STOP! NOW!”  Jesus Christ, shut up, shut up!

    I momentarily pause.

    “I am NOT going into a bathroom to find Jasmin’s lipstick.  I am NOT going to take pictures of our receptionist.  I am NOT going to take pictures of ANYTHING!”   I thrust your phone back in your direction and take a deep breath.

    “Now take your phone, put it in your pocket and calm down”.  Calm Sadie, keep calm.  Don’t lose it in reception.

    I breathe out slowly and regain my composure.  “Larry.  It’s lovely you want to help Jasmin but let’s not get ahead of ourselves.    Like I said, how about we go down to the beauty salon and we’ll start there ok? How does that sound?”

    #66309
     Miss Luzette 
    Participant

    “Larry! Stop talking! STOP! NOW!”

    I am shocked and dismayed by your reaction. My face pales, my dick shrinks and a tear forms in the corner of my eye as I take back my phone. For a moment I consider taking a snap of you because you’re so pretty and all but think better of it.

    “I was only trying to be helpful Miss. Ladies put lipstick on in ladies rooms was… never mind I’ll stop talking.” My shoulders sag and beads of sweat appear on my forehead as I look for a way to extricate myself but I’m committed at least to going to the salon with her.

    As she turns to lead me away, I stare at the ladies room door for an extra second. Maybe I should crack open the door and yell something inside. But in the end I don’t and instead follow along behind you. I don’t even bother to stare at your tight, plump arse but instead crane my head around, taking in all the sights. ~sigh!

    #66313
     Mistress Sadie 
    Participant

    We exit the foyer in silence, as you look around.

    Perhaps I was a little hard on him.  He’s a little odd though.  Over-eager and lecherous with it.

    Pushing open a set of doors and entering a corridor, I decide to strike up conversation again.

    “So..”, I say, “…what is it you like about showgirls then?  You OBVIOUSLY have a thing for Jasmine being THIS helpful” . I chuckle.

    “Are you a boob guy? Is it the short, tight sparkly dresses you like? Or a leg man? Those long legs in silky soft pantyhose.  No wait – I bet you’re a heels n feet guy aren’t you?  Painted toes and sexy shoes….”

    I look at you, smiling as we walk.  “Come on then, which is it?”

     

    #66332
     Miss Luzette 
    Participant

    I start giggling nervously when you suddenly speak to me in a nice voice: “So..”…what is it you like about showgirls then? Come on then, which is it?” I blush as I stare at you quizzically:

    “WHOA: Have you got me wrong Miss! ~giggle! I just graduated with a degree in Physics from Boston College. I hooked up with some college friends to celebrate by booking rooms at the Venetian but my friends haven’t arrived yet.”
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    “As was strolling around that hotel, Jasmine came by offering me coupons. She was nice and we talked for a while as she handed out her coupons. That’s when she asked me to do her this favor and sent me here.”
    I shrug my shoulders

    After we walk a few steps I go to touch your arm but pull back: “I had a high school sweetheart but was struggling to pass tests for the last four years. I like girls and all but I’ve had zero experience with them physically since high school. ~hee ~hee I even took that picture with Jasmine so I could brag to my future grad students back in Boston.”
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    “Yes I guess I thought I could make a friend of Jasmine if I came through for her but it surely wasn’t done to calculate the relative mass or specific gravity of any particular body part of hers.” ~hee! ~hee
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    “Seriously you don’t seem to like me for some reason. That’s fine: If I’m annoying you at all I’ll be happy to move off and continue my quest for a while longer on my own.
    I smile weakly and stop, seeing if you’ll continue to walk off without me. ~sigh!

    #66350
     Mistress Sadie 
    Participant

    I listen as we walk, and as you tell me the truth of what’s happened for a moment I genuinely feel sorry for you.  It’s obvious that you’re trying to prove something to your idiotic friends, and you’re clearly socially awkward around women. Perhaps even quite sensitive deep down?

    You suddenly stop and smile weakly.  You almost look kind of pathetic. “Seriously you don’t seem to like me for some reason. That’s fine: If I’m annoying you at all I’ll be happy to move off and continue my quest for a while longer on my own.”

    “Larry, Larry, Larry…”, I say gently, slipping my arm through yours.  “You don’t have anything to prove with me.”  I narrow my eyes “But that’s NOT an excuse to hit on me ok? ”   With a resigned sigh I gently guide you forward.  “Come on, let’s go find you that lipstick”.

    We walk down what seems a maze of thick carpeted corridors as I follow the signs to the salon.  It’s not a place I usually frequent as I tend to be a little “creative” with how I ensnare my “victims”.  Also, the place is full of high pitched giggling bimbos – for which my tolerance is very low.

    Eventually we arrive at a set of glass doors.   “Here we are Larry – the salon”.   I gesture grandly and push open the doors into the reception area.

    My worst fears are realised as sitting behind the desk is Barbie – a product of The Corporation – and where she is, her identical twin, Bambi, is sure not to be too far away.  Rumor had it that they were identical twin brothers once, who were both screwing one of the exec’s daughters…the old switcheroo… and daddy found out.  Rumor also had it that both were pretty much geniuses with IQs nearing 150 – not any more.

    I inwardly shudder and greet her.

    “Like hi and umm.. welcome to the Lacy Place salon.  How can I like help you and stuff?”  

    She pauses for a moment as she recognizes me.  “Oh..my…god.   Like Miss Sadie!  I like totally was going to like call you because I want, you know, like another tattoo on my ass.   Not like a heart though but like… like something cute”

    I forcibly smile, wanting to get out of here as quickly as possible, purposely interrupting her mid flow.  “Barbie my dear, could you help this gentleman.  He’s on an errand from Jasmin at the Venetian about some lipstick”

    “Like, he wants lipstick.   We have like totally cool shades that would look great with his…”

    “Barbie.  Stop.   Ssh.”  I put my fingers to my lips.  “Larry needs lipstick for Jasmin at the Venetian.  You know, Jasmin the showgirl.”

    -giggles-  “I like totally know her.  I like totally waxed her pussy like yesterday.  She was like telling me…”

    “BARBIE!”

    “Oh yeah like lipstick…for Larry.  I get it.”

    I turn to you.  “Larry.  I’ve got to go and run an errand.  You stay with Barbie a moment and she will help you with that lipstick ok?   I’ll be back to rescue you I promise.   Why don’t you tell her what you need….”

    I make a beeline for the door.  “She can help you…..”, and with that I’m gone.

    #66382
     Miss Luzette 
    Participant

    I perk up somewhat when you take my arm and say: “You don’t have anything to prove with me … But that’s NOT an excuse to hit on me ok? ” “Um thank you and ah sure but why would I want to hit you?

    I walk along with you trying briefly to figure out if maybe guys punching each other on the arm in friendship carries on … Anyway she doesn’t like the idea so no reason to continue developing the proof. Actually she doesn’t like calculating proofs either: I got a lot to learn here alright.

     

    Then suddenly I’m smacked, almost literally with the colors, textures and aromas of our destination: ”Here we are Larry – the salon” I start to hyperventilate, my dick becomes uncomfortably stiff and my mouth drops as my head swivels around.

    Then I see the attendant and my hands cover my crotch immediately as she speaks:

    “Like hi and umm.. welcome to the Lacy Place salon. How can I like help you and stuff?”

    I find out for the first time that my guide is named Sadie and that this gorgeous woman is named Barbie. I also discover that Sadie is just as short with the girl here as she was with me.

    That’s a relief as it means it’s not me, it’s her. Either she has a naturally abrasive personality or it’s the mid-term of her menstrual cycle. I blush at having that thought but it’s unnoticed in this environment. Then I’m brought out of my haze when this Barbie pipes up with:

    “Like, he wants lipstick. We have like totally cool shades that would look great with his…” I press my hands tightly over my crotch at that suggestion but instead of Sadie explaining, she leaves me with this girl as she adds: “Oh yeah like lipstick…for Larry. I get it”

     

    She looks at me, actually staring at my lips waiting for me to start I guess. I give her a timid finger-wave and weak smile as my eyes dart around, taking in every differential curve. ~giggle! ~giggle I laugh at my retreat into my comfort zone before I start:

    “Hi there Barbie is it? I’m Larry of course and I’m pleased that you know or have seen Jasmin from the Venetian. You’re very pretty and quite fit I must say too.”
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    “Oh and right off the bat: I’m not here to purchase much less wear any of your um lipsticks. ~giggle! I was trying to retrieve a lipstick which Jasmin maybe had left here. I’m guessing not, huh?”

    My voice trails off as I am suddenly exhausted in this girl’s presence. While my brain is trying to calculate the dynamic stresses on her body as she walks in heels, my dick is trying to rip off my zipper from the inside. ~sigh!

    #66390
     Mistress Sadie 
    Participant

    “I was trying to retrieve a lipstick which Jasmin maybe had left here. I’m guessing not, huh?”

    Barbie looks at you, slightly confused.  “Umm let me like check with like Bambi”.

    She turns around into empty space and calls out “Bambi, can you like come and help me.  I like got a customer”.   She giggles and twirls a bit of hair around her finger.

    Within seconds a woman appears from behind one of the partitions – in fact an absolutely carbon copy identical twin of Barbie.

    Perched on ridiculously high pink stripper heels she comes tottering over towards you.

    “Like hi!  Welcome to the Lacy Place Salon.  My name’s Bambi.  Umm like how can I help you and stuff?”

    “I like said that already”, Barbie pipes up giggling.

    “Oh.  Umm. Like how can we help..?”

    Barbie, still twirling her hair, “This is like umm…Jessica…no umm Juliette..no Jasmin.  JASMIN.”

    -giggles-

    Barbie looks at her diary on the desk.  “Umm like Jasmin has come for a pussy wax.”

    “Didn’t we like do that yesterday”

    “Oh yeah, I totally remember”

    Bambi looks at you, mimicing her sister’s hair twirling. “I’ve like totally got no clients right now so I can like wax your pussy if you want?”

    “NO WAIT! I LIKE REMEMBER!   Jasmin like wants to like be a showgirl”

    She pauses, and as an afterthought adds  “With like lipstick and stuff”.

    Bambi squeals with delight.   “Oh my god I like totally love boys who want to be showgirls”

    “He like totally wants to work at the Venetian.  Isn’t that right sweetie?”

    Both of them look at you simultaneously, twirling their hair in the same identical way.

     

     

     

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    #66416
     Miss Luzette 
    Participant

    Before I can catch my breath, Barbie calls over a girl named Bambi who’s a twin unless my eyes have unlocked from each other which is a distinct possibility~

     

    With them both standing in front of me in their really high heels, I’m left looking at four jiggling cantaloupes bouncing between four creamy lips which all share the same erotic perfume. My face is becoming beet red as my dick is now winning the war with my brain.

    They’re not talking to me but to each other which doesn’t give me a chance to butt in. Now I understand why Sadie had to scream at Barbie to stop and scream at me too, come to think of it, back in the lobby. Lips, tits, smell, hair, legs: Sadie’s right again; I’m surrounded by a bunch of  lovely, lady, body parts.

    Then just as I smile at learning that Bambi knows Jasmin, Barbie tells us how she knows her. “Umm like Jasmin has come for a pussy wax.” I first think of them pranking a cat but then quickly pick up the reference. So does little dickie too however and it brings us both over the edge. With a soft moan I begin to pump myself dry in front of them. So as they’re prattling on I unzip my fly and shove my handkerchief down the chute; it wouldn’t have been the first time for that play either.

    After recovering a bit, I try to pick up their conversation: “NO WAIT! I LIKE REMEMBER! Jasmin like wants to like be a showgirl ,,, With like lipstick and stuff. … “Oh my god I like totally love boys who want to be showgirls … He like totally wants to work at the Venetian. Isn’t that right sweetie?”

    Suddenly they’ve stopped and are looking at me for a response so I play the key words quickly around in my now spent brain: Jasmin, showgirl, lipstick, work at the Venetian.

    Then I grin and nod enthusiastically: “Wow, now we’re getting somewhere, girls. You’re right that I love it over there at the Venetian. If I could get Jasmin’s lipstick over here then I could return there and maybe talk to her about what it’s like being a showgirl too. That was my plan when I came here anyway.”
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    “This place is so new to me, I’m sure that there’s lot for me to learn here. For example walking around in those shoes must take a lot of time to master too huh? ~giggle Oh and not to be rude but do you have a men’s room nearby: I seem to have had a little accident and need freshening up?” 
    {BLUSH!}

    I guess I’ve been friendly enough. Maybe after I wash up I can be on my way but only after I take a selfie with the two of them. My head can be the fifth cantaloupe. ~hee ~hee

    #66445
     Mistress Sadie 
    Participant

    Luckily, your little accident goes completely un-noticed by the twins as they are clearly lost in their inane babbling.  Their brains reworked by The Corporation’s methods, they are barely able to walk and chew gum at the same time – and even conversing with each other tends to require great concentration.

    They both listen intently as you speak..

    “Wow, now we’re getting somewhere, girls. You’re right that I love it over there at the Venetian. If I could get Jasmin’s lipstick over here then I could return there and maybe talk to her about what it’s like being a showgirl too. That was my plan when I came here anyway.”

    Bambi and Barbie look at each other, utterly confused.

    “But like he’s Jasmin though.”, Bambi says in a not particularly quiet whisper

    “He totally is.  He like totally said when he came in”, replies Barbie.  “Like he definitely said he wants lipstick too.”

    “Like a showgirl”

    “Like a showgirl”

    “This place is so new to me, I’m sure that there’s lot for me to learn here. For example walking around in those shoes must take a lot of time to master too huh?

    “And he like wants to wear heels too”

    “Totally”

    “Oh and not to be rude but do you have a men’s room nearby: I seem to have had a little accident and need freshening up?”

    Barbie turns to you and giggles.  “Umm no cos this is like a salon for girls n stuff. “

    They both look at each other giggling “Definitely for girls” – they say together.

    “But we could like… help you freshen up here. “

    “Totally, then like help you with your lipstick.” -giggle-

    Both of them walk so they’re in standing in front of you – boobs literally inches from you, heaving up and down as they breathe – their cotton candy sickly sweet perfume assaulting your nostrils.

    “So like which one of us would you like to help you freshen up cos like the reception has to like have someone on it.  So you can only like pick one of us.”

    She pauses.

    “So like me?”

    “Or me?”

    They both giggle again.

     

     

     

     

     

    #66454
     Miss Luzette 
    Participant

    I check my crotch and don’t see too much staining but the girls did put ‘freshen up’ into their lexicon. Gawd they’re gorgeous and mentally in sync with each other too. I’m almost there with them, I just gotta link the right terms together

    I lick my lips and try to pry my eyes off of theirs as I raise my finger and slowly help them connect the dots: “Stay with me ladies: Me, Jasmin, Showgirl, Lipstick, Venetian, Got that much girls?” OK with that out of the way they give me another chance with my male accident:

    “But we could like… help you freshen up here. Totally, then like help you with your lipstick.” -giggle- So like which one of us would you like to help you freshen up?

    OK I gotta work with what I have here. They are friendly as fuck and very customer service oriented; no wonder they were hired by such a classy resort. Helping me clean my pecker isn’t something that Bostonians would countenance unless it was another guy maybe but this is ain’t Boston either.

    So one of them helps me freshen up and maybe the other one finds Jasmin’s lippy and I’m back to the Venetian before her shift is over. That works for me!  I look from one to the other and rather than screw up my choice by looking at the wrong girl I close my eyes and inhale their pleasant aromas one more time before picking a name:

     

    “Thank you girls for all the attention you have given me. I’ll be sure to mention it at the front desk presuming the receptionist is back from the crapper” ~hee ~hee Gawd I’m really getting into Vegas Fever or something. Now spit it out Larry before they wander off:

    BAMBI

    “I choose Bambi to help freshen me up and give me my long desired lipstick. I open my eyes and see which twin is smiling back. Hopefully we can get this show on the road now.

    #66466
     Mistress Sadie 
    Participant

    Bambi squeals wildly.  “I like totally got picked!!”.

    “That’s totally not like fair”, replies Barbie, pouting like a petulant child.  “I like hate working the desk”.

    Bambi just giggles and watches her slouch off back to her reception area whilst mumbling under her breath.

    Turning to you she giggles some more.  “So umm like…freshen up.  Oh yeah that’s like the shower place”.

    Gleefully taking your hand she starts leading you further into the salon.  She mutters something under her breath you don’t catch before speaking as if reading a script. “Umm…like we invite umm… like we invite all our clients to use our…shower facilities.  No…umm DELUXE shower facilities…before they like begin their treatment”.

    She takes a deep breath and becomes a little more confident.

    “We like have a range of ex.. ex.. EXQUISITE products from the umm… Melandren Cosmetics and Toiletries range for you to use.”

    She breathes a sigh of relief

    “Wow… that’s like hard to remember”.  She giggles as she leads you around a partition to what looks like a cross between a shower cubicle and wet room.

    She looks at you and smiles.  “So umm… can you like..take your clothes off and I will go and get you a robe and slippers”.

    #66531
     Miss Luzette 
    Participant

    I beamed at how excited Bambi was to have been selected by me and my dick stiffened when she took my hand and led me to into an elegant bathing area.

    “So umm like…freshen up. Oh yeah that’s like the shower place … We like have a range of ex.. ex.. EXQUISITE products from the umm… Melandren Cosmetics and Toiletries range for you to use.”

    I find myself holding her hand with both of mine, being a supportive midwife as she struggles to give birth to her prepared speech. When she ends her spiel with “Wow… that’s like hard to remember” I break out in friendly giggles:
    . “I totally understand what you’re saying Bambi; I have the same problem with Quantum Mechanics. Funny thing is at this moment I can’t think of a damn thing on the topic.” ~hee ~hee ~hee

     

    “So umm… can you like..take your clothes off and I will go and get you a robe and slippers”.“ My face reddens as she expects me to use the shower and not the sink. It’ll actually be exciting to be naked in front of a girl; I never got that far in high school.

    Then again once I’ve showered and smell fresh, I’ll feel more like myself so as I begin to unbutton my shirt I raise my finger to Bambi to emphasize my quest: “Don’t forget now: Jasmine, Showgirl, Lipstick, Venetian and thank you so much for being such a friendly, supportive person.”

    I find a table to place my clothes but work slowly, hoping that the robe arrives before I’m through. This is turning into quite an adventure!

    #66534
     Mistress Sadie 
    Participant

    “Don’t forget now: Jasmine, Showgirl, Lipstick, Venetian and thank you so much for being such a friendly, supportive person.”

    Bambi repeats slowly after you.  “Jasmine..Showgirl..Lipstick..Venetian”, and giggles.  “You are like totally smart”.

    She pauses, smiling at your comments about her being supportive.  “We are totally like friends now and I’m like totally gonna support you”.  She giggles and repeats the mantra – “Jasmine…Showgirl…Lipstick…Venetian”.

    Watching you starting to unbutton your shirt, she adds as an afterthought, “Like you’ll need to take like EVERYTHING off…. like panties too n stuff…cos it’s like a shower”.  She points at the obvious.

    She totters off around the corner, and you hear her humming and half-singing some kind of trashy pop song.  You can hear her opening a closet, shutting it, and seconds later the sound of her heels tottering back towards you across the hard floor.

    “Are you like nearly undressed yet?”, she asks – coming back into view.

    “I like found you a robe” – she giggles, holding a up something long, pink and silky.

    Dangling from her other hand are what looks like a pair of fluffy pink heels.

    “…and like some comfy slippers for like after you’ve freshened up”.

    #66541
     Miss Luzette 
    Participant

    Boy I just melted when she commented on how smart I was. That really pushed my button because I never get that back home. I was always the geek; the bookworm that pretty girls turned their nose up to.

    Bambi’s different and she smells nice too so I readily begin to strip down while eyeing the shower box. I’m more than a little scared that she might want to join me in that big area; well nervous and excited are better words especially if she’s a pro at ‘freshening up’. ~giggle!

     

    When I’m naked except for my blue, stained boxer shorts with the outline of constellations on them, she comes in waving a pink, satin robe and some poofy heels: I giggle and blush at her offerings but what else could I expect in this environment:

    “Why thank you Bambi; that is very thoughtful of you. White slippers and terry cloth robe would be more my style but when in Rome as they say. ~giggle! ~giggle! So how is this supposed to work now?
    .
    I’m guessing that I trot into the shower box alone and clean up. Then I pop out, fresh as a daisy and get a um towel to dry off maybe. Then with my clothes right over there, I sorta wouldn’t need … “
    .
    “No that would be ungrateful for your efforts. I would love to put on that expensive looking lounge wear for a bit until you or Barbie fetch Jasmine’s lipstick. Then I’ll get dressed and get back to the Venetian if that’s ok.”
    .
    You know you and Barbie have been so nice; I’d love to have a selfie taken with the two of you or just you, if you prefer. And … and I’d be happy to buy the lovely robe from you as a souvenir, if it’s not too expensive.”
    .
    “So tell me now, what’s the plan: I’m nervous enough standing next to such a beauty as you in only my, what’d you call them, panties!” ~giggle ~giggle

    I’m actually starting to breathe heavily and maybe sweat a bit, recognizing the situation I’m in. Have I got a Facebook posting forming in my head or what!

    #66552
     Mistress Sadie 
    Participant

    Bambi listens to you babble, biting her lip as she tries REALLY hard to follow what you are saying – smiling and nodding along happily.

    “Umm…”, she says looking a bit confused.  “No like…” – she points to a small wall cupboard. “…I need to like get stuff to help you freshen up and then like get you a towel and you like put on the robe and stuff”.

    She pauses as if trying to piece everything together.  “Jasmin…Showgirl…Venetian…Lipstick.   But like freshen up…towel…robe…slippers….lipstick”.  She looks incredibly pleased with herself at making the connection and giggles happily.  Oh my god I am like so smart like you!”  As she bounces up and down on the balls of her feet, her boobs jiggle uncontrollable as if about to burst out of her dress.

    Continuing her giggling, she points at your groin.  “So you like need to take your panties off….”

    She turns and open the cupboard, just out of your eyesight.  Contained within are brightly coloured bottles – all labelled with “Melandren Cosmetics & Toiletries”.

    Humming, she begins reading one in her head…

    STEP 1:  Primer.

    1. Ensure subject is naked.
    2. Apply liberally to subject’s body.  Hands or a sponge may be used.  Ensure disposable gloves are worn at all times.
    3. Allow 5 minutes for full depilatory action and ‘PoreLock ™ Technology to infuse scent into subject’s skin. Each application will allow for 12 months of fully scented and hair-free skin.
    4. Rinse off thoroughly.

    She calls out, “Like…..umm…. what smell would you like.  You know to freshen up with…?”

    Turning the bottles around to look at the varieties.

    “We got like….umm. 

    A picture of a ball of candyfloss“Cotton Candy”

    A picture of a shaved, wet looking pussy “Musk”

    A picture of a diaper, baby powder and a teddy – “Babygirl”

    “or like…..”

    A picture of a maid in a pink silk dress , underneath which is a warning: USE WITH CAUTION:  Significantly enhances feelings of silk/satin/nylon against subject’s skin causing extreme arousal. FOR MAID USE ONLY!”” umm… Pink Silk”.

    She pauses.  “…like we’re all out of the others.  Which one would you like sweetie?”

    #66568
     Miss Luzette 
    Participant

    I am pleasantly lost in my thoughts here when I hear Bambi’s sweet, innocent voice caress my ears:

    “Jasmin … Showgirl … Venetian … Lipstick! But like freshen up … towel … robe … slippers …. lipstick. Oh my god I am like so smart like you!” Then she bounces her boobies in my face and cheerily giggles as she points to my clever, Astronomy-themed underwear:

    I sigh in disappointment for a moment but how would she know about Cygnus the Swan or Orion. Why should she know with a body like that? Yup to her, these are just my damp and somewhat smelly panties so off they come,”

    So I step out of my $50, custom-made shorts and drop them on the pile of my carefully-folded clothes. As I look at the elegant if so-far unused shower, I hear my Banbi rummaging around behind me, oblivious to my nakedness until she calls out:

     

    ”Like…..umm…. what smell would you like. You know to freshen up with…? “We got like….umm. “Cotton Candy”, “Musk”, “Babygirl” or like umm…..”Pink Silk”.…like we’re all out of the others. Which one would you like sweetie?”

    I beam when she calls me Sweetie: That’s the best I’ve felt like since I flew in. It’s a long way from Sweet Larry but I’ll take it. ~hee ~hee So I keep my eyes on the shower as I respond:

    “So I guess I will smell as sweet as my name for a while, won’t I? So you got Cotton Candy, Musk, Baby Girl or Pink Silk, huh? I don’t think Jasmine would like the smell of musk and smelling like a baby girl would be sorta ‘pervy’.”
    .
    “Cotton Candy sounds youthful which I am but also juvenile while Pink Silk sounds mature and elegant, the silk part anyway. The silk one will be my choice but if you think Jasmine would prefer the candy one, I’ll defer to your expertise, dear Bambi.” ~hee ~hee

    Gawd my dick is at full staff right now. I hope she hands me the freaking cream and lets me shower soon, my balls are aching already. ~sigh!

    #66576
     Mistress Sadie 
    Participant

    You hear Bambi giggling again.  “I..umm…think pink silk is MADE for you sweetie.  It’ll you know, like make you feel good”

    The noises of rummaging continue for a moment, followed by some rustling, and her continuous humming.

    “I will like..just be a second”, she calls out – and almost immediately she returns to view, strangely wearing what looks like a disposable apron and rubber gloves.  In her hand is a black bowl and what looks like pink gloop contained within.

    Noticing your “excitement” she giggles.  “Like…don’t be embarrassed.  I have like…you know… seen loads of cocks.  Yours it kinda…”  She pauses, looking for the word, “…cute”  

    She pauses again. “You know…like…some girls like kinda dainty and girly ones.  It’s totally ok.”  There is a genuine warmth to her voice and a smile that shows she’s not being deliberately hurtful.

    Holding up the bowl she says, “But like….I thought I’d give you a nice treat.  This is umm like totally amazing for your skin.  It’ll like make it feel all like totally refreshed and soft.  Like when you put your robe on it will feel like the best thing ever.”

    Dipping her fingers in it and holding them up so you can see it dripping, she adds, “…and I’d totally like to rub it on you – you know like a massage kinda. I’ll be so gentle I promise. Is that ok Jasmine?”

    #66584
     Miss Luzette 
    Participant

    When she agrees with my choice of bath wash, I giggle back at her: “Well I guess if you don’t have brown corduroy, then I guess Pink Silk will do fine. In a way it’s like smelling like I was with a girl that close enough for a while. It may even give me points with Jasmine: Like here’s your damn lipstick and would you like to know the hot number who helped me find it?

    Once again I’m lost in the moment until she adds: “Like…don’t be embarrassed. I have like…you know… seen loads of cocks. Yours it kinda… …cute You know…like…some girls like kinda dainty and girly ones. It’s totally ok.”

    I sorta am taken aback by her professional assessment and mumble: “Geezuz really; like a clitoris?” Now while I’ve never actually seen a clit in the flesh, I have seen plenty of pictures and diagrams and they seem more fingernail size than anything else. ~sigh!

    I’m about to take the bath soap into the shower when I see her arrive apparently dressed to butcher an elk of something! She walks in with a bowl of glop, a serious apron and surgical gloves. Does she have a sideline disposing of mob bodies or something?

    “…I’d totally like to rub it on you – you know like a massage kinda. I’ll be so gentle I promise. Is that ok Jasmine?”

    I relax a bit knowing sorta that she’s only gonna massage me. “Sure sweetie: That’ll be ok as long as you are gentle; I’m kinda ticklish and yes Jasmine approves.” ~giggle How would I know or care at the moment: I just want my first massage to be from Bambi, is all.

    #66591
     Mistress Sadie 
    Participant

    Bambi walks behind you pressing her boobs into your back and leaning over your shoulder – giving your neck a gentle kiss.

    “Jasmine approves does she?”  She giggles quietly. “Good girl”.   Bambi dips her fingers into the gloop, reaches around and smears a big dollop on your chest.  She gently moves it in a circular motion so as to activate the delicate smell of Honeysuckle and Roses.

    “Mmm”, she says as she begins to smell it.  “So like.. delicate and feminine.”  She giggles into your ear once more.  “Like you’re going to be”.

    She continues to stand behind you just rubbing it into the width of your chest and across your nipples – deliberately teasing them, lingering over them – her breath in your ear.

    “You smell like a girl Jasmine”.  She pauses, her fingers circling your nipples. “I like saw how you looked at that robe…” -whispering- “…and those high heels”.

    Still circling… “Like… deep down you want to wear them like a girl don’t you Jasmine?  You can like tell Bambi…”

    #66607
     Miss Luzette 
    Participant

     

    Bambi stands behind me and presses her melons into my back which elicits a groan. She begins to rub the goop all over my chest causing the strong floral scent to rise into my nostrils. Then she starts cooing in my ear:

    “You smell like a girl Jasmine … I like saw how you looked at that robe and those high heels … Like… deep down you want to wear them like a girl don’t you Jasmine? You can like tell Bambi…”

    I start to breathe funny and speak in a loud whisper: “I guess I do smell like a girl, like Jasmine and like you too Bambi. ~sigh! The robe and the heels are pretty alright, a lot prettier than the college girls back home who preferred jeans and kicks.” ~giggle
    .
    “You know I wouldn’t mind wearing them for a bit: I am here and you’re being so nice and all. Really is all this goop necessary to take a shower or is it a girl’s way of freshening up? Anyway I’m here for Jasmine’s lipstick; Sadie thought it was a deep red though I’ve seen your color and all the pink so I’ll need to…. Are we through yet Bambi?”

    I just fully realized that my naked body is being rubbed down with a perfumed cream by a gorgeous stranger. My dick is stiff as a board and I’m now concentrating on the robe and fluffy heels she thinks I fancy. Maybe I do; I never thought about it before.

    The scientist in me would like to experiment but my goal is lipstick and Jasmine and so far I’m not much closer to either. ~Mmmmm!

    #66616
     Mistress Sadie 
    Participant

    “Are we through yet Bambi?”

    Bambi stops, sighs and stands back, moving around to your front.  “You like talk too much… and like no we’re not done.”  She seems less animated somehow as she smears the cream over the missed spots and down over your stomach.  It’s almost as if she’s sulking.

    Checking she has everywhere covered she smears the cream under your armpits and slowly along the underside of your arms, ensuring she has every square inch covered in a strangely methodical way.

    From shoulder to wrist she covers your upper arms, still in silence, then stands back to look at her handiwork.

    Finally she speaks, as she takes a few fingers of the goop and kneels.  “I was like trying to be nice and like do something nice…”  Smearing your thighs and rubbing it in she adds, “…and like…all you keep saying is like about the lipstick…” She pouts, moving down your legs towards your ankles in the same methodical fashion.

    “…like lipstick this and lipstick that…”

    She stands and just slaps some of the cream onto your buttocks.  “…and you’re like are we through yet.”

    Rubbing it in she sighs, clearly deflated. “…like I dont get it.  You seem like more interested in like lipstick than me being nice to you..like I guess you don’t like girls being nice to you”.

    She pauses to add, “…and like when you wash this off I will just get you a towel and you can put your like old stuff back on.  I’ll put the robe and slippers back…”

     

    #66681
     Miss Luzette 
    Participant

    I was thoroughly enjoying the exotic and erotic world I was in with the bodacious and floatatious Bambi when she suddenly whines at me not liking her or something. I guess I made a good choice not getting romantically involved in college: understanding girls and physics at the same time would be beyond me. ~sigh

    “I was like trying to be nice and like do something nice…and like…all you keep saying is like about the lipstick……like lipstick this and lipstick that… “…like I dont get it. You seem like more interested in like lipstick than me being nice to you..like I guess you don’t like girls being nice to you”.

    Since you’re now kneeling in front of me, I take the big chance and stroke her soft, bubblegum hair as I softly respond: “No precious Bambi, it’s not like that at all. I really do appreciate all that you’ve done and are doing for me. You can see for yourself how my um cute penis is ah waving at you, right?”

    I blush at what I said and fervently hope that no one drops in right now or is videoing this scene. “If I’ve mentioned the um lipstick so often it’s only because that’s what Jasmine wanted. If she wanted a favorite earring or perfume I would … lipstick!

    I stop as my analytical mind reviews all of the empirical evidence critically. Maybe she has a point. Every time maybe that she mentioned the word ‘lipstick’, my dick bounced and for sure whenever I used that word just now, it bounced too but not when I mentioned other, equally feminine items. That is very interesting.

    Then I’m concerned when she adds, “…and like when you wash this off I will just get you a towel and you can put your like old stuff back on. I’ll put the robe and slippers back…” A few minutes ago I would have smiled and accepted her offer but now for an unknown reason, I respond differently:

     

    “No no Bambi I appreciate your attention to me and I would be happy to wear the pretty robe (nothing) and try on at least those fluffy slippers (nothing again). Did I ever tell you that your hair is soft, (nothing) your perfume is sweet, (maybe) your breasts are perfect (better) and your um lipstick (boing!-boing!) …?” Theory confirmed, now what? ~sigh!

    “So now what do you want me to do Bambi; I’m in your capable hands. Did you want me to go in the shower box and wash off this goop? Is that what freshening up means here? Ok, then I’ll come out and we’ll see how um pretty I look in the robe and slippers you gave me, ‘kay?”
    .
    “Only promise me that you’ll take pictures of you and me in that get up together; I need souvenirs of my time here.” ~giggle ~giggle
    I walk slowly towards the shower box trying to figure out where the valves are.

    #66686
     Mistress Sadie 
    Participant

    Bambi stands up and begins taking off her gloves as you move towards the shower.  “No…like…umm…you need to like wait a moment for the cleaning action or like something.”

    Removing her apron, she stares at you a moment as if processing what you said about wanting to wear the robe and heeled slippers.   “Like…pretty…definitely pretty…”  She nods, repeating your words – the smile beginning to return to her face.

    “Like a girl”, I say, as I appear around the partition.  “Don’t forget, ‘like a girl”. 

    I turn to Bambi, gently patting her on the shoulder.  “I thought you would like some help my dear.  You know, just to grease the wheels.”  I sidle up to her and slowly rub her back, and you watch her almost instinctively snuggle into me.  But let me do the talking, so you don’t give me a headache”.  She giggles and simply answers “Yes Miss Sadie”.

    I watch you intently, appraising both your figure and the meticulous way you have been covered in the cream.

    I gesticulate to take in the whole of your body.  “Condensation polymer”, I say randomly. “The cream you’re covered in.” I half smile and point.  “When it reacts with with water it creates polyamide macro molecules.  I won’t bore you with the details but after a few little reactions the repeating links will coat you with a substance close to nylon.  Well very close to the material sheer stockings are made from actually..and each time you come in contact with water the process repeats again”.

    Dismissively waving my hand I add, “I read the product leaflet. I didn’t understand half of it but that’s the basic premise I believe”

    I walk around you.  “It also contains a powerful depilatory, and that delightfully feminine scent that’s seeping into your pores right now will last at least 12 months, isn’t that right Bambi?”

    Bambi turns to me and grins.  “Like totally….”, then turning back to you she adds, “…so like when you wear your stockings and like cute silky dresses it will feel totally yummy.  Like when they rub on your skin and stuff”

    I return to your front and watch your reaction.  “She’s right LARRY” (your name said somewhat menacingly) “When you wear your stockings and silky dresses it WILL feel, to use her words totally yummy”.

     

    #66696
     Miss Luzette 
    Participant

    As I slowly approach the unusual shower, Bambi sorta shouts at me to stop:

     

    “No…like…umm…you need to like wait a moment for the cleaning action or like something. Like…pretty…definitely pretty…” Then I see a familiar face and give her a finger wave: “Hi Sadie: Bambi’s been wonderful by the way …”

    She ignores me though and concentrates on massaging Bambi’s back and instructing her somehow, saying: “Like a girl Don’t forget, ‘like a girl”. I start to giggle thinking that if anyone doesn’t need to be reminded that she’s a girl, it would be Bambi. ~giggle! ~giggle!

    But Miss Sadie is all business, even ignoring my erection as she moves her finger around in the air, examining my naked body intently:

     

    Then in a cool, clinical tone she speaks to me: “Condensation polymer.The cream you’re covered in … will coat you with a substance close to … the material sheer stockings are made from actually..and each time you come in contact with water the process repeats again”.

    I got no clue what the fuck she’s talking about; it can’t be this body wash can it?

    “It also contains a powerful depilatory, and that delightfully feminine scent that’s seeping into your pores right now will last at least 12 months, isn’t that right Bambi?” Now I’m beginning to catch on:

    “Wait a sec: You’re talking about the goop on my body, right? I understand depilatory: That’s a chemical hair remover like girls put on their legs or mustache sometimes. OK, maybe that’s the only body wash … but now you say the perfume in the body wash will remain on my skin for a freaking year? You’re bullshitting, right?”

    Then Bambi chirps in with : “Like totally…so like when you wear your stockings and like cute silky dresses it will feel totally yummy. Like when they rub on your skin and stuff” I roll my eyes at the self-centered Bambi: Maybe when SHE wears …

    Then Sadie goes dead serious on me in supporting the bimbo’s rambling: “She’s right LARRY: When you wear your stockings and silky dresses it WILL feel, to use her words totally yummy”.

    She’s not cracking a smile and neither is Bubblegum Bambi. When I start grinning and don’t get a grin in return, it hits me. I spin around looking for some  non-existent exit or for my clothes or even for an AK-47 that could be idly lying about but no fucking luck.

    “I mean I may have too eager to obtain a showgirl’s lipstick and even sweet Bambi was confused a bit, thinking I wanted to wear I myself. But I didn’t come here for a makeover or a trans-something do over either.”

    I’m not getting any reaction so I try plan ‘B’: “I understand that you went through a lot of trouble on my behalf so what say I pay for what you’ve done so far and I get to leave with my delightful, silky, hairless and perfumed skin for the next year as my souvenir of my Las Vegas adventure? I’ll even send you updates of the embarrassing situations that I get into back in Boston, howzat? So would a thousand dollars, American cover it?”

    My skin I think is beginning to itch: These bitches aren’t effing kidding are they?

    #66698
     Mistress Sadie 
    Participant

    I chuckle and smile as I listen to both your excuse and your bribe.

    “Sweetie, sweetie, sweetie…”, I say, “It doesn’t work like that.”   I fold my arms.  “See, I know about Jasmine and you coming onto her.  I know about your friends letting you down.  Based on what you told me, and what I ascertained from Jasmine and the Venetian you’re what we would call.. a “waif and stray”.  A single guy, no ties, no real friends, no life – usually a little bit of a loser.  No offense dear”.

    “Here, at the Lacy Place.  We..how can I put this?  We are like life coaches – providing you with friends, gainful employment, a happier existence.  We turn lives around!”  I gesture grandly.

    I go to put my hand on your shoulder as a comforting gesture but withdraw it as I realise it’s covered in the goop.  “We find the easiest way to do that is give you a new life.  A life, well, as a girl”.

    “…as a girl…” Bambi chimes in, nodding.

    “Thank you Bambi”, I say shooting her a glance as if to say ‘be quiet’.

    “Even now, I have put plans in motion to ‘erase you’ from the Venetian’s records, and it will just appear that you arrived in Vegas and poof – vanished.   Larry I’m doing you a favour – a new start. BUT, before you protest let me say that you have no choice in the matter.  We can do this the easy way and make it enjoyable for you and help you adjust – OR, there’s the other way…and I really don’t want to go there”.

    I point in the direction of the salon door.  “There are two very large gentlemen outside the door if you try and run.  They WILL drag you back in here.  The other alternative is to walk into that shower and press the green button on the wall so we can get that cream rinsed off you and continue…  It’s your choice.”

    I stand back giving you a clear escape route.

    “Run or shower.  Those are your options my dear.”

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