The dvd starrs the sexy star Charlize Danay and features Bridgette Powell and Audrey Alder, all of whom were at the Velvet Lion to formally release the new adult dvd. Joining them, were friends, agents and star of The Pantyhose Factory Volume 16 Summer Samson.
Ash and I arrived late, we decided to have a nice late dinner together, so we went and got some yummy sushi and headed to The Velvet Lion around 10:30. The party was in full swing. All the girls were there, sipping champagne. DVDs and posters were scattered around the celebrity booth celebrating the launch of the newest dvd.
We had a chance to talk with Gerald Saunders for a few minutes, who introduced us to all the girls. Unfortunately, we didn’t have the chance to talk to any of the girls.
Here are some pics we received from Gerald Saunders and his blog www.filledholes.com Check it out for more information on the DVD and his wild and crazy porn star life!
It’s no secret that tourism is down in Las Vegas. Recently our Mayor, Oscar Goodman was pissed over remarks President Obama made about being smart with your money and not blowing, “a bunch of cash on Vegas when you’re trying to save for college.” And I would say most Las Vegans are rightfully pissed along with Mayor Goodman. Tourism is this city’s main source of money. Hell, we don’t pay a state income tax at the end of the year because the hotels entertainment and gambling taxes make up for it. So when times get tough around Las Vegas, businesses get desperate. Cirque Du Soleil shows are now offering buy one get the second for $25 for locals. Other shows are offering buy one get one free deals. Some night clubs stopped charging locals cover charges just to get more people in to buy drinks. And some strip clubs are now offering as much as $120 to a cab driver for every person they bring to their establishment.
Let me repeat that… $120 to a cab driver per person! This payoff technique isn’t new to Vegas. In fact its been going on for quite a while. Usually the deal is, if you show up in your own car their is no cover charge, but if you show up in a cab or limo there is any where from a $15 to $30 fee even if you’re a local. The club doesn’t keep this money they just walk it right back out to the cab driver. The club then hopes to make the money back by the drinks the patron then buys while they are there.
If taxi drivers looked like this there would be no need to go to the strip club!
About a year ago, our favorite strip club (at the time) decided they would be a rebel. In the face of the recession Seamless decided to stop charging a cover charge and stop paying the cab drivers in hopes that it would bring them more business. Our favorite waitress there was telling us that the owners had said if all the clubs did this everyone would stand to benefit. But sadly it didn’t happen. Seamless went under and is now the Deja Vu Ultra Lounge. In fact now a few clubs have done the opposite. They have jacked the prices of EVERYTHING up at their clubs. We recently found this out the hard way at Sapphire’s. They were charging near 15 bucks a damn drink! After a tip that’s near 35 bucks for 2 people. Who the fuck can pay that and still afford some boobies in their face?!
Rick Belcastro - Owner of Badda Bing
Many strip club owners who are paying the cabbies are trying as hard as they can to remain anonymous and keep their mugs out of the news. But one owner who is on the other end of the cab wars, Rick Belcastro has made his voice heard. He told us to check out his youtube video he made about the situation. Its quite funny.
Well, we Bull Shatted (thats right I said Bull Shatted) a little with the owner of Badda Bing, Rick the other night at Karaoke XXX. He is quite the character and the name of his club completely fits his attitude. He told us he was one of the only people to show up to a recent hearing on the situation. He also told us that he’s giving free rides to anyone that wants to go to his club!
So why should you care about any of this? If all the other strip clubs go out of business then what is stopping places like Sapphire’s from charging 18 or 20 bucks a drink and 50 dollars a cover charge. Competition is good in a free market. Monopolies only hurt the consumers. And besides, seeing boobies while drinkin’ shouldn’t be an expensive activity damn it!
This was just a fuckin funny picture of some chick at a strip club I found and thought I would share it.
Thanks @toplessvegas for the link to the YouTube clip!
As we settled into the environment, Claudia found us again and said she found her next course, a muscular black guy with a big dick, she hoped. Again, we all piled into a private room. At first it was just Claudia, her partner, Robby and Ash and I. But then their friend, David, joined us in the room. Claudia was already naked and sucking the black guys cock. I looked around the room and noticed that David’s pants were unzipped.
At first I thought he was just going to jerk off while watching, but when Claudia was thrown down on the bed to get fucked, David kneeled down next to her on the bed, and I immediately knew we were now about to witness the craziest thing we had ever seen. Claudia’s salad course was going to be nothing compared to what this was going to be.
Claudia Marie and her big titties!
The back man was hovered over her, pounding into her pussy. David kneeling next to her head grabbed her enormous tits, started roughly fondling them, and she started sucking on his cock. There was so much moaning and screaming going on. And Robby, Ash and I just continued to watch. Not daring to look away for one moment. Lost in the real life porno that was taking place two feet in front of us.
Claudia knew exactly what she was doing and seemed to be enjoying it. Eventually the black guy came. As he laid on the bed, Claudia asked David how he wanted to fuck, he said in her ass. She turned around, ass high in the air, and he put it in her. A couple pumps into it, he asked where she wanted him to come and she told him on her tits. She spun around once more. He started jerking off and eventually came, although not exactly on her tits. More like in her hair, on the bed, on the mirror and just about everywhere except her tits.
As everyone got dressed, I asked Claudia if that was a sufficient main course, her response: “Depends on what time it is.” She was not joking about having a large sexual appetite. It was probably the largest sexual appetite Ash and I have ever heard of.
The Red Rooster indoor pool
We left the private room and split up once again. This time with no promise that she would find us for her next course or us acknowledging that we would watch. In fact, after that, Ash and I were ready to go. We were sure the party was going to get wilder, and we could see some shit but to be honest, we weren’t sure if we were scarred from what we had just seen or just a little more desensitized. It was just all so crazy to see it right there in front of you like that. I can’t really put the feeling in words except to say watching porn on the TV or computer is far different than watching what we watched, with the husband of one of the partners, in real life.
We had a long drive home so I needed to go to the bathroom before departing. But as we were waiting, a private room opened up and I had this sudden urge to have sex. I told Ash to jump in the room, SHUT THE DOOR (we definitely didn’t want any joiners or watchers) and wait for me. When I entered the room, he was already naked. I quickly undressed. Ash started licking me and then he fucked me. The experience was a little nerve racking. What if someone came in? What if someone wanted to join in? What if? What if? That’s all I could really think about. We both came fairly quickly. We cleaned up and put our clothes back on. We picked up our bottle of vodka from the bar and our coats from the front door and left.
This is inside one of the private rooms. We didn't see any action in this room.
As we drove home, we talked about the experience. It was by far the craziest thing either one of us has ever been a part of. Ash said he really wasn’t turned on by anything he saw. I agreed, but when that private room opened, I just felt like we had to have sex while we were there. After all, that’s what you do there. Although I’m willing to bet that our sex was the tamest and mildest sex that whole house saw that night or quite possibly ever.
We returned home, undressed, got in our bed and had sex again. It was a totally different experience. Sure having sex out of your comfort zone is fun and exciting, especially with the thought of what’s going on in the room next door. But something has to be said for sex in your comfort zone. I was so worried with the What ifs at The Red Rooster that I really wasn’t able to enjoy myself or Ash completely. But at home, I was natural and present, I was open and had no regard to anything except Ash and I.
Both of us have found ourselves thinking back to that night, once again lost in everything we saw, our emotions about it, and the experience as a whole. It wasn’t a bad experience, in fact we often laugh about it, but we probably won’t go back. Swinging is a lifestyle. And although Ash and I went into this experience knowing that we are not swingers, I don’t think we knew that we weren’t swinger-bystanders either. But we thank Claudia Marie and Robby for immersing us in The Red Rooster experience, this lifestyle works for them, and they have fun. So more power to them!
Saturday night was my night and I was in charge of the sex part of Valentine’s Day, and boy did I take care of it. Perhaps more appropriately I should say Claudia Marie took care of it. Let me explain …
Claudia Marie is a porn star, but not just any porn star a Marilyn Monroe looking, Southern Belle talking, big titties bouncing porn star. She seriously has the biggest natural tits I have ever seen. We met her and her husband, Robby, back in December at a Karaoke XXX and immediately became friends.
Claudia posed with my boobies at AEE. But look at her boobies. They look like she poured them into that corset.
Claudia Marie asked us to go to The Red Rooster with them, and I thought that would be a perfect Valentine’s Day present for Ash. We aren’t swingers, but we had never been, and could you ask for anything better than to be escorted around a serious swing party by Red Rooster regular, swing queen, porn star Claudia Marie? I don’t think so, and I was right.
We showed up to The Red Rooster, which by the way is not a place of business, but rather a huge house. According to the website it’s is over 13,000 square feet, and when swing parties are not in session, Mike and Chris, owners of the home, and hosts of the party, live there.
Not your traditional looking swing club. I wonder what their neighbors think.
Because it’s not a business they ask for donations at the door. Couples are $30. Single women are $10 and single men are $50. We paid our $30 and made our way in. Almost immediately we spotted Claudia Marie. With her bleached blond hair and those boobies of hers, Claudia Marie is never hard to spot. And to make it better, she was wearing this skimpy little red dress with what looked like hammocks for each of her tits, except her tits are so big, the hammocks could hardly contain them.
We met Claudia and her husband Robby at the bar, which is a BYOB bar. Party goers bring their own bottles and the Rooster provides the bartenders and mixers. This is an excellent bar policy. I totally wish more places had a bar like this. We brought in the cheapest bottle of vodka we could find. Knowing that we would be mixing it all night, to us vodka is vodka when you pair it with tonic or orange juice. But I swear every time we went back to the bar for a drink, the bartenders (there were two) had such a hard time finding our bottle. It was almost like they were hiding it, embarrassed of the low quality liquor. Oh well, we spent $10 on our bottle and we were feeling good.
Claudia and Robby introduced us to a few people, including their friend David. They told us the rules: no means no; couples only upstairs; if a door is shut, don’t open it; if a door is open and you want to join in that’s acceptable and encouraged; no drinks or smokes in the orgy room; other than that, do whatever you want.
We sat and chatted for a bit and Claudia told us it was too bad we didn’t show up 20 minutes earlier because she had just got fucked for the first time that night. I was curious how many times she planned on getting fucked, so I asked. She told us it just depends on the night. Sometimes she likes to get gang banged in the orgy room. Some times its just one on ones throughout the night. But whatever it is, she has a very large sexual appetite, and her first fuck Saturday was just her appetizer.
The orgy room
Ash and I kind of laughed, eyes wide, questioning (in our heads) if she was telling the truth. I have a feeling she could tell what we were thinking because the next words out of her mouth were, “The next guy I find to fuck, I’ll come get you guys if you want to watch.” Almost instantly, we responded, “Ahh yeah!”
I mean how can you pass that up? Here we are, a non-swinging couple, at a swing party being invited to watch a porn star have sex with some other person at the party. It was kind of a no brainer for us. Duh.
So when Claudia Marie found her man, as promised, she came and got us, led us, her partner, her husband, and their friend David into one of the private rooms. David, Ash and I all looked at each other, shrugged our shoulders and prepared ourselves for what was about to happen right there in front of us and in front of Claudia Marie’s husband.
It was the strangest thing we had ever seen. Claudia stripped off her clothes and the guy threw her down and starting licking her pussy. Ash and I just stood in the corner, sipping our drinks watching what was going on right in front of us. After a couple minutes of that Claudia got up and sucked his dick for a few minutes, then they started fucking. And all throughout this Claudia Marie is joking with us, her husband with joking with us, it was like what was going on was no big thing – just two people (one who happened to be a person in the rooms wife) fucking. It didn’t last very long, and something about the way Claudia was acting led me to believe that she wasn’t enjoying herself.
The two dressed and everyone went back out to the main living area of the house. Because of her body language and the way she was acting, almost as if she were shaking off the sex, keeping with Claudia’s appetite comment earlier, I asked how her salad course of her night was. She confirmed my thoughts, “It wasn’t a good salad,” she said in a low southern voice. “I mean, I love to have my pussy eaten, but he was not doing it right.”
Still shaking off the bad sex, Claudia was off to find her next course, and when she found him, she said she would come find us to watch. Again, we should our heads in approval. Cause why not, right?!
At that point Ash and I had a few minutes to really take in the party. At first glimpse, you might think this was just a regular house party. People drinking out of large, red, plastic cups. People dancing and talking. People flirting. But upon closer inspection, this was no ordinary house party. First there were people there, and some of them naked, well into their 60s, 70s and maybe older. Not the typical demographic of a house party. Second there were people there with hardly anything on. Now this might be common at a house party. But I am talking entire fishnet outfits with cutouts around the boobs, pussy and asshole. I don’t know about you, but I’ve never seen that at a house party … well until now. And third, when you really got looking, sexual things were happening all over the house. An older, bigger lady giving two guys hand jobs in the corner. A completely naked lady lying on a couch getting fingered by a man sitting by her. Nothing was off limits. Everything, as long as it was consensual, was acceptable. And no one seemed uncomfortable, except for maybe the first-timers like Ash and I.
This is probably the most elaborate Valentine’s Day Ash and I have ever had. This song was the soundtrack of our weekend and in a really wild way, sums it up quite well. Let me explain.
Ash and I agreed that he would take care of the “love” part, and I would be in charge of the “sex” part. This is kind of backwards for us, but it was perfect.
Our festivities started with Ash’s love plans on Friday night. His hints were that it would be cool if we had some weed and it required us dressing up. So, I purchased some weed cookies and wore my little pink dress. When he got home from work, Ash told me we were going to the Cirque Du Soleil show The Beatles- Love at the Mirage. I was so excited. I love the Beatles music and have wanted to see this show for a while. Plus, experiencing it on some mary jane sounded like a lot of fun.
We got to the Mirage and got our tickets. We were handed a couple flyers for 2-for-1 drinks at The Revolution Lounge, so we headed there. We ordered two vodka tonics, slammed those down, then ordered another round. At that point, I excused myself to the bathroom to eat my cookies (Ash hasn’t smoked in four months and he wasn’t sure if he was going to partake in the cookies). I ate about ¾ of a cookie and went back to the bar. We finished round two and decided to order one more. We found a seat, and at this point I was starting to feel a little looser, but definitely not high. Ash turned to me and asked for a piece of cookie. I was shocked, but happy to hand some over. I gave him a big chunk and he happily ate it. We finished our drinks and headed to the theater.
Once inside, there was a concession stand with more drinks. We opted for The Beatles-Love novelty cup that contained three shots and a mixer for $20. This thing was huge! We got to our seats, which were awesome, and Ash asked for another piece of cookie. Again I handed him some and ate a bit more myself.
The show started, and it was seriously like a 90 minute Disneyland ride. I couldn’t stop smiling. It was amazing. It was beautiful. But then about half way through, Blackbird started, and I started sobbing. I couldn’t control it. My emotions were running rampant. The weed cookies might have been to blame for some of that, but the show was amazing.
When it ended, Ash and I waited a few minutes to exit the theater and when we finally did stand up to leave, it was bad news. We were fucked up. I don’t know if it was from all the vodka tonics or the weed, or the mixture of both, but walking was definitely a struggle.
We made it out of the theater and walked around the Mirage for a little while. We were way to drunk to drive, so we made our way to the taxi line that was forever long. I was standing in front of this little old lady in a wheel chair and I swear every time I staggered, she gasped and thought I might fall and kill her. Ha!
The night was awesome! Ash did an amazing job taking care of the love part of Valentine’s Day.
I’ll post about my sex part tomorrow. Want a teaser: it involves the Red Rooster and some things that Ash and I still aren’t sure if we’re scarred from.
I took these the other day when Lilly was playing around with me. She knows how to get the blood pumpin’ to the right parts of my body. The excitement was visible through my pants.
Lilith has some of the highest arches I have ever seen on a pair of feet. I love those cute toes!
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Thursday at The Velvet Lion with Gerald Saunders and the girls from The Pantyhose Factory Volume 15
Visit the Las Vegas Erotic Heritage Museum