My date with Kiwi was a little more “ambitious”.  She gave me two choices, “We can go to Stoney’s Country Bar in Market Square and I’ll wear my cowboy boots with a pair of daisy dukes, or….We can go see the Rock of Ages Show, then hit the Palms for dancing.  They have a great view of the strip and the roof retracts on good nights. I’ll dress in black leather; it will fit in with the rock show.” Being a fan of chicks in leather, I choose the Moon Lounge at the Palms.

The Moon Lounge gave me a great deal, I called and told them there would just be two of us, I don't drink much and I wanted a table. They offered me a deal for $240. That included drinks, taxes and gratuity. When we arrived we were ushered into the club by a set of hostesses past a growing line of $30 covers like we were celebrities.  After an elevator ride to the top floor they sat us down at a table and brought us drinks.  Right after us they filled our table with a chorus line of hot young tourists in the standard hooker wanna-be outfits, a skin tight super short dress that barely covers their ass and causes them to do this little maneuver where they pull on the hem line with both hands while wiggling their butts back and forth to keep the dress down over their butt cheeks. I think the DJ played "house music", it wasn't techno, it was a collection of portions of popular songs that seems to merge together.  

As soon as I heard Michael Jackson's "Thriller" I grabbed Kiwi and hit the dance floor to show her my disco moves.  After bouncing off one couple and nearly knocking over another, I started getting weird looks from the other patrons.  Kiwi's face grew an expression that said, "Thank god I'm being paid to do this". Then in a moments notice the music changed to contemporary hip hop.  Kiwi leaned forwared and said, "Let me show you how we dance after 20-K". She spun around, grabbed the sides of my trousers with each hand and started grinding her ass into my growing erection.  SHOCKED!!!! I looked around to see if anybody was watching, and I SAW FIVE OTHER GUYS GETTING THE SAME ACTION FROM THEIR REAL GIRL FRIENDS !!! And two of them were girls getting it from each other. 

Just then I looked up to see the chorus of hot tourists in the hooker wanna be outfits climb up on stage to start dancing.  "Far Out !!" I thought, "I've been seated with the house strippers".  One of girls in a green dress was really getting into it but didn't have the whole "pulling down the hem" move and consequently kept flashing the dance floor crotch shots from front and back.  It was then I realized she wasn't a stripper.  She was wearing white cotton panties with a red floral print, "Now what stripper would wear red and white panties with a neon green hooker dress?" Sure enough security came up on the stage to move out the dancing tourists and brought out the real house strippers, a set of girls dressed in gold corsets, fishnet stockings and g-strings that danced as if they were competing in a camel toe contest.

Kiwi started noticing the fruits of her labor, spun around, grabbed me by the belt, threw a first pump in the air, let out a rebel yell, pulled my cock side leg into her crotch and began humping me from the front.  SHOCKED AGAIN!!! I looked around to see if any one was watching.  Nobody noticed, nobody cared, everyone was doing it, we fit right in.



So there you have it, my report as a dancing fool in Vegas with two "Provider Congeries".  Its either a quaint economical evening in a friendly club with a favorite girlfriend, or a wild night out in roof top disco with a leather clad vixen performing simulated sex acts as dancing.

Life, it's just filled with choices.

Ok for real. Dancing in Vegas is not as easy as it seems.  The clubs are geared to much younger and wilder crowd.  And they are expensive.  A typical minimum is $500 for "table service", almost twice as much as two Cirque tickets. But there are a series of "lounges with dance floors" that are more suitable for our age group.  If you do prefer a bigger dance club, the "off strip casinos" offer a slightly scaled back alternative. The Palms and the Rio are good choices.

The trick is finding the right club, and for that kind of information you need to "provider concierges", ladies that are familiar with the Vegas night life and can put a good package together.  Kiwi has three "packages" on her web site: golf, skiing and dancing.  April, while not listing packages on her web site, is well known for her knowledge of  Vegas dining and entertainment.

My recommendation for a nice evening out in Vegas:

The Bourbon Lounge was really a nice club, it was everything I was looking for; dance floor, music, and you could have a conversation as well.  And it was affordable (yeah I can be a budget miser sometimes, it's just that the less I spend outside, the more I get to spend inside). 

The Rock of Ages show is at the same casino, the Venetian.  It's a cute show, and affordable. The Venetian has a web site that lets you pick your seats, kinda like the airlines.  I choose $60 isle seats that were five feet away from the $120 seats.  It’s not a Cirque, and it doesn’t compare to the “Jersey Boys”, but its fun, affordable, and the Bourbon Lounge is part of the show's story line.  It makes for a “warm and fuzzy” moment. You can see the show, then dance a little at the lounge and of course, you and your date, can make your own happy ending.

And last but not least, and honorable mention goes to the Market Square. It's a neat little walking mall south of the strip that has an entirely different atmosphere than the regular Vegas scene. I didn't spend much time there, just a quick walk through, but it reminded me of Florida, spacious, slow paced, outdoor entertainment, and a wide range of retail stores. They host two "Lounges", Stoney's Country Bar and the Blue Martini.  They were recommended by two different providers and thus the "honorable mention".

Good luck.

I hope this was helpful information.

That sure looks like you were at the Palms Place... on the balcony.  If that is the case, how did you do it?  I was there over Halloween, and they would not let us have access to the either balcony in my room?  Did you do something to get access, or did they just know what I wanted to do out there and made a pre-preemptive decision to block my(our) fun....

I took the picture at the club, the balcony was open, I few folks were out there