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The hot desert sun felt so good on her naked body as she lay on the huge flat rock.

Her hands softly caressed her big tits, not being encumbered by a bra, or clothing for that matter, was a wonderful feeling. The more she did this, the more she felt a growing tingle between her legs, she smiled. Delicately, she placed her middle finger on her *quot;magic spot*quot;. It was wet and slippery and grew more so as she began to finger herself. Before she knew it, she was breathing heavily, then gasping, then crying out in ecstasy as that wonderful feeling of release overwhelmed her.

Some would call her decision reckless, irresponsible, naïve, maybe even dangerous.

Others thought it was adventurous, even romantic.

Laura Austin's sudden decision to leave the small town of Rocky Hill, Texas (where there were few, if any, hills) for the unknown open road with a guy named John in a VW van had spurred much gossip in her hometown. To her though, it was the chance to leave what she saw as a dead-end existence for something, well, better.

John's van had limped into town one evening while she worked the graveyard shift in the Super Chief Cafe'. He was on his way to California where he planned to join a friend in restoring an old house. Laura was immediately attracted to the stranger and they had a torrid day or two of passion before he had to hit the road again. And when he did, he had a passenger, Laura.

In a last farewell to her *quot;old self*quot; as it were, she tore off the waitress outfit she'd wedged herself into night after boring night and threw it out the window of John's van as they hit the road.

They took a circuitous route, taking in the sights of the road as they went. John had enough money saved for the trip so that wasn't much of a worry. And his old shirts and jeans fit Laura nicely (she didn't bother with underwear).

Laura had no qualms about the trip, she was just happy to be somewhere else. While she loved her hometown, John had released this desire buried deep inside her to explore the world beyond Rocky Hill. As for California, well, who knows what might be there for her?

*quot;Hey, there you are!*quot; she heard John say as he approached *quot;Working on your tan, huh?*quot;

*quot;Yeah...*quot; she said as she sat up *quot;Feeling horny too.*quot;

*quot;So I heard...you probably woke a few coyotes.*quot; he chuckled

Laura playfully slugged him on the shoulder and hand in hand they walked back to the makeshift campsite they had at the van. Laura had acquired a beautiful all-over tan and John couldn't help but stare at her body as she began to pack up their gear.

Except for a pair of white sneakers, she was still nude.

The bright lights of Las Vegas were now in sight.

*quot;Wow!*quot; she exclaimed *quot;What should we do first?*quot;

*quot;I don't know.*quot; John said, equally excited *quot;Maybe find an auto parts store, I think the engine might need some more work.*quot;

*quot;Uh-oh!*quot;

*quot;Don't worry, babe. This 'ol girls' got a lotta life left in her.*quot; he said confidently as he tapped the dashboard.

The VW had been pretty reliable so far, John was a capable mechanic and its breakdowns had thankfully been few and far between, especially when they'd been rolling through the desert.

*quot;Maybe we'll have some luck at the casino.*quot; she said as the glittering lights reflected on the van's windows

*quot;Why not?*quot; John shrugged.

Neither of them were experienced gamblers so their wins were few and far between. John smartly stopped when he calculated they'd hit the *quot;break even*quot; point. He knew the VW still needed some work

They walked the strip and gawked at the bright lights and pondered their next move.

Out of the blue, someone handed Laura a card and walked away, disappearing into the crowded streets.

*quot;What's that?*quot;John asked.

*quot;I don't know...some place called the Tally-Ho.*quot;

John looked more closely at it.

*quot;Oh my...it's a strip club.*quot; he said with a chuckle

*quot;No way!*quot;

*quot;Yeah...says here they're having an amateur night contest.*quot;

*quot;Oh, my god! Really?'

*quot;Take a look.*quot;

Laura studied the card and saw how the contest paid the winner $5,000.00. She was intrigued and wondered if she could do it.

*quot;I've never been to a strip club...man look at what first prize pays.*quot; she said

*quot;Whoa, five grand could really come in handy.*quot; he said, clearly just as intrigued as she was.

*quot;What do you think?*quot; she asked

*quot;About what?*quot;

*quot;You know, about...um...*quot;

John looked at her, then his face was a mix of excitement and uncertainty.

*quot;Wait a minute...you're not thinking about entering are you?*quot;

*quot;No, I mean...I would never...*quot; she said firmly before her voice trailed off and changed tone *quot;...still...five grand could come in handy like you said.*quot;

They looked at one another and waited for one or the other to be the *quot;voice of reason*quot; as it were.

Laura finally spoke.

*quot;Why not?*quot; she said confidently.

*quot;You're serious?*quot;

She nodded.

*quot;Look, even if I didn't win the second prize is what? Twenty-five hundred. That would help too, right?*quot;

John nodded.

*quot;And Tekirdağ Escort we'll have a story to tell your buddies in California. How I paid for the trip with these.*quot; she said holding her tits proudly.

*quot;No, I think this story we'll keep to ourselves.*quot; he said just as firmly.

They both giggled at what they were planning, then Laura suddenly jumped up and did an impromptu dance in front of some fountains, doing whatever sexy dance moves she could think of. John laughed and any passersby stopped and watched this bit of Vegas craziness.

*quot;Step right up folks! See her at the Tally-Ho!*quot; he said like a carnival barker to all who watched.

The Tally-Ho was huge club just off the strip with a giant multicolored neon sign that would've been right at home next to the Golden Nugget or the Four Aces club. John and Laura stood outside the club, hypnotized by the sign.

*quot;Not too late to change your mind, you know.*quot; he said

Laura looked at him and smiled.

*quot;I wanna do this so bad.*quot; she said with a confident smile.

She was right, it was another way she was leaving her boring and sedate life in Rocky Hill behind. There was still a twinge of fear but she thought about the story she'd be able to tell, even if John had said they'd keep it to themselves.

*quot;Let's go, babe.*quot; she said and they walked in.

The club seemed very upper class, not at all what they expected. It was softly lit with a huge bar that covered the length of the building and had the requisite mirror above it. Big screen TV's were showing sports and there were a couple of video slot machines scattered around. An equally busty blonde strolled by them wearing a bright red see-thru camisole and escorting a middle aged man in a rumpled suit to another part of the club. Seated at the bar was a Latina girl in a leather miniskirt and a Harley-Davidson tank top with strategic tears in it talking to what seemed like a college kid. The sound system was playing ZZ Top's *quot;Tush*quot;.

*quot;Oh, that's a good sign!*quot; she said excitedly over the blaring music

*quot;Why?*quot;

*quot;I love those guys! It can't be too hard if you like the music, right?*quot;

*quot;You might be right, let's get a table or something and see what we're in for.*quot;

*quot;WE'RE in for? Don't you mean what I'M in for?*quot; she said teasingly.

*quot;You know what I mean!*quot;

With two beers in hand, they took a seat at the stage and saw the dancers up close. They were pretty, alright. The U-shaped stage had numerous lights and was accessed by a small staircase on the side, glittery curtains lined the walls and there was even a large disco mirror ball hanging from the ceiling. The blonde they first saw was onstage and she freely showed her tits to John and Laura. Laura was intrigued by her, what she wore, and closely watched how she moved. She did the usual bump and grind but on a slower number she gracefully moved about the stage like a cat.

*quot;What do you think?*quot; he asked her.

*quot;She's beautiful, I hope she's not a contestant.*quot;

*quot;Alright please welcome to the stage the lovely...Vanessa...*quot; the club DJ announced. Vanessa was a shorter girl with flowing brunette hair, she seemed almost hippie-like in her dress and looks. Like she just walked out of the Woodstock Festival. Vanessa's day-glo sun dress soon dropped revealing perky B-cup tits with dark brown nipples and a cute jet black pussy. She had a dark skin tone that suggested she might be Latina or Middle Eastern. She knelt down in front of Laura, giving her a close-up look at her pussy.

*quot;Hi, babe...I'm Vanessa.*quot; she said in a sweet voice.

*quot;I'm Laura, this is my friend, John.*quot;

*quot;Hi, handsome...you two are together?*quot;

*quot;Uh-huh...I'm thinking of entering your contest.*quot; Laura said

*quot;Wow! That's awesome! You've got the boobs for it, that's for sure.*quot; she said excitedly.

*quot;Who do I talk to about it?*quot;

*quot;Oh, go see Serena...I'll introduce you when I get offstage.*quot;

As *quot;Vanessa*quot; went across the stage, Laura turned to John;

*quot;That's different.*quot;

*quot;What's different?*quot;

*quot;Serena must be like a manager here, that's different.*quot;

*quot;Guess we'll find out.*quot; he said

Vanessa charmed all who sat around the stage, erotically making contact with them. She could seductively touch her toned body, then let the music overwhelm her and thrust her body about the stage. After giving a graceful bow, she walked offstage with a generous amount of dollar bills stuffed into a small leather bag.

*quot;Give me a minute, I'll be back.*quot; she said to John