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Will and Danie's Day of Debauchary

It started out like it was going to be a bad day. We stayed up later the we wanted to the night before taking care of laundry. Dealing with dryers that wouldn't dry, and washer that were just on this side of costing too much. We both woke up in a foul mood.
So while we were running around like a chicken with our heads cut off we managed to take the time to snap at each other. I told Will to fuck himself and he said that maybe we shouldn't go. I said fine and pouted a little. Or a lot. Whatever.
The trip almost didn't make it off the ground. Will calmed down and apoligised, I recepricated, and we began to get ready again. (FYI: the fight was about self injury and underware. But mostly it was about lack of sleep.) I tried fruitlessly to get ahold of Trevor about getting the car back to him and we took a cab down to the Sharaton Hotal to catch the fun bus.
We arrived almost an hour early, we made chatty with the door guy. (I'd call him the doorman but he was lowriding his slacks and for some reason can't bring myself to call him a man. Guy will have to do.) Then we went to the McDonalds across the street for some bad food and worse coffee. Mostly to waste time.
The unplesentness of the morning was forgotten.
We couldn't even waste 20 mins in Mcies so we were forced to pace in front of the hotel. Chatting with the door guy for a spell. We paced and we plotted and generally looked forward to the jaccuzzi suite we had rented. A real nice deal by the way, I would highly reccomend getting a cheepie Jaccuzzi suite in Wendover to anybody.
The 9:00 pick up time came and went, we paced some more. By the time the bus was around a half an hour late the door guy decided to call for us and see what was going on. Apperently the bus broke down and they weren't sure how long it would take to fix it. If we had made a reservation instead of just going there to wait they would have informed us.
If we were to wait on the fun bus it could have been anywhere from 10 mins later to 6:00 that evening we had to wait. I talked to the lady on the phone and she said the next time we chose to use the fun bus we would get a free trip, really didn't do us much good because we had the room rented that night and the hotel had a 24 hour cancelation policy. We couldn't get out of downtown let alone Wendover.
We had to make some calls and make arrangements but we finally were able to get out there. Our spirits were raised despite eariler set backs because of the shear joy of being away from Salt Lake for a time.
Wendover is a tiny, nasty little town you could practically spit across. It didn't matter, we were there to lose some money and celebrate our year of dating with sex and strippers. And a bubbling tub for two.
We threw down our bags turned the water on in the tub and took a short tour of the room before we took the jaccuzzi for a test run. And yah, I think it would have been worth the weekend rate.
We gambled some, went to Smiths and bought some things we had forgotten and then gambled some more.
As it is with casinos We came up ahead a few times and lost it the next. I won $25 at black jack and $75 in nickel slots, but lost most all of it by the evenings end.
The Rainbow's buffet sucked and if we hadn't been comped one meal we probably would have been mad. But we were so it wasn't that bad.
After a short nap we went to take care of the aniversery gift we had been looking forward to. Lap dances all around at Southern X. The moment we sat down to watch the strippers a little brunette all but attacked me.
I'm new to the stripper experence and so I do make my share of mistakes. Like watching her face while she's gyrating her crotch in yours. I realize that that defeats the point. I find tipping ackward, but found if I just produced the dollar she would take it from there. Fun things like the stripper taking it from my mouth or having me place it in her cleavage before she made the dollar dance down her torso into her panties.
I got my chest rubbed, my shirt lifted up, and my booby mouthed. Loads more attention the Will got, but he didn't mind.
Will picked the little brunette who attacked me for the lap dances. I figured what the hell I should go with her, too, because while she was all over me when we sat down she seemed less likely to molest me then the girls who followed her.
I let Will go first, not to be chilverous, but because he's an old pro at the lap dance thing and I had never had one. I wanted to be sure I knew what to expect.
I'll admit I really enjoyed watching his face as she danced (if you can call it that) on him. Damn, there were moments he looked ready to finish before we'd be able to get back to the hotel. (He assured me that wasn't the case.)
The dancer had to go back and do another set, before I got my turn. When she started I felt bad that she kept grinding on my beld an was distracted by her body spray. It was nice and I kept wanted to ask her what it was. I never did, but my bet is on body fanticy. I never got to watch Will's expression as he watched me with her. I was busy having breasts rubbed in my face and groins rubbed everywhere else. I found it very exciting, and I would do it again.
It was good for my self-esteem, too. Some of the women who were having dollars thrown at them I can say with all certanty my body is better. I got to walk away with the knowlege that I too could make money in the adult industry if I wanted. Maybe even good money.
After my lap dance we practaclly ran out the door. We made it back to our hotel room eager to rip each other's clothes off. For everybody's sake I shall omit the rest of the details here. Only to say I now understand the meaning of mindblowing.

9:52 p.m. - 04-27-04
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