Surprise Visit to College

Cliff saw his daughter off to college in the fall of last year.   She went to Las Vegas State University on a scholarship in academics.   Sara had always been a bookworm so it was no surprise when she was awarded the scholarship.   She was her high school graduating class’ valedictorian and was voted most likely to succeed.   Sara was elected president of the ASB and won an essay contest which got her a free trip to Washington D.C.    Sara was very bright and she was also very conscious of her health.   She ate the right things and worked out at least three to four times a week.   Sara had a very athletic body for never participating in organized high school sports and she was tall enough to have made any volleyball team.   She stood five feet eleven inches tall and weighed one hundred forty-five pounds.   She had blonde hair that she kept feathered and neatly trimmed to no longer than her neck.   Her height and athletic figure made her overall physique statuesque.   In fact, Sara was constantly asked by strangers one of two questions: Are you a model? Or, Are you a professional athlete?  

 

Aside from the phone calls every two or three weeks, Cliff doesn’t talk to Sara much.   He figured she was too busy with academics to phone more often and the times he called her, she’s never in the dorm so he has to leave a message.   Sara picked up a part time job in a restaurant to earn some cash.   She told Cliff she was doing what she could to lighten his financial burden.   She wasn’t the type to call home for money and getting the job was her way of helping.   Cliff was appreciative of Sara’s attitude, but he really didn’t need financial help.   He worked for a world renowned computer company as a technician and was paid very well.   But Sara felt better if she earned her own money.   That was her way.

 

One day Cliff realized he hadn’t seen Sara for over eight months and was missing her.   It was spring and the weather was getting warmer.   Sara had worked at the restaurant during spring break so she didn’t make it home.   She promised to visit Cliff during the summer but with the weather warming up, he didn’t want to wait three more months until summer break so he decided to go to Las Vegas to surprise Sara.   Cliff phoned Sara and being a rare occasion, she answered the phone.   Without being too forthcoming about his planned trip, he asked Sara questions about her upcoming schedule.   During the conversation, Sara told him when she works at the restaurant and when she’d be at the dorm.    By the end of the conversation, Cliff had skillfully planned the best time to visit Sara.   It would be on the weekend two weeks from now.   He determined, based on her schedule, that he could surprise her at her dorm on Saturday morning, then spend the rest of Saturday and all of Sunday with her before she had to return to work or school.   

 

Cliff made a hotel reservation at one of the very prestigious, glitzy high rise hotels near the south end of the strip.   It was near the airport and reasonably close to the college campus.   Cliff’s flight arrived on Thursday afternoon and he took a cab to the hotel.   Cliff flew in a few days early so he could take a little time for himself in Las Vegas .   Cliff is no prude.   He spent several years in the military after graduating high school and when he was discharged, he got a job as a computer technician.   He’s been in Las Vegas several times and always made a point to go to at least two gentlemen’s clubs while there.   Cliff never had difficulty leaving with one of the exotic dancers.   Perhaps it was his chiseled good looks, or maybe it was his wit and charm.   Whatever it was, Cliff was attracted to the exotic dancer-type woman and they appreciated the money he spent on them.  

 

Cliff settled into his room, showered and then went to dinner.   Although Cliff had plenty of money with him, he enjoyed finding the reduced rate dinners located within many of the Las Vegas casinos.   Tonight, he located a T-bone steak dinner for $4.95.   Once he finished the dinner, Cliff went to one of his favorite gentlemen’s clubs.   He entered the dark club and found a seat away from the stage.   The music was thumping and the dancer on the stage was a Hispanic girl named Alexia.   Cliff always enjoyed hearing the dancer’s names because he knew they were all made up.   One of his favorite things to do was try to guess their real names…after he had some quality, one-on-one time with them, of course.    Cliff watched Alexia dance for several minutes before a beautiful redhead wearing a green push-up lace bra and holding a drink tray approached him. “Hi, Honey.   What can I get for ya tonight?” she asked trying to outdo the loud volume of the music.   Cliff looked at her cleavage as she bent down in front of him and said, “I’ll have a Jack Daniels on the rocks.”   The redhead wrote down his order and walked away unfazed that Cliff didn’t look at her eyes during the entire contact.   After several whiskeys and over one hundred dollars in tips, Cliff decided to leave and go to a casino.     It was Thursday night and he wanted to save his dancer money until tomorrow.   He knew the clubs put the A-team on the dance floor on Friday night.   Cliff left the bar and hailed a cab for Caesar’s Palace.   After several hours there, he returned to his hotel room and went to sleep.

 

The next day, Cliff stayed pretty much at the hotel until dinner time.   Again he left, looking for an inexpensive steak dinner.   As he walked the strip, Cliff thought about how excited Sara would be to see him tomorrow.   The restaurant she worked at was only a block off the strip so he took a detour to see if he could catch a glimpse of his beautiful Sara.   Cliff spotted the restaurant and decided to stay across the street.   The last thing he wanted was for her to see him before tomorrow.   Night had fallen and the restaurant’s interior was illuminated, making it easy to see inside.   He scoured the interior knowing she had said she worked tonight.   Cliff couldn’t seem to spot Sara and wondered if she had changed shifts with another waitress.   He began to feel dejected when from out of the kitchen he saw her; his wondrously beautiful, blonde-headed Sara.   She was carrying a tray of food and delivered it to a table near the front of the restaurant.     He watched as Sara served the food and he realized just how much he missed her.   He thought about how good Sara looked.   She had been taking care of herself.   A part of him wanted to walk into the restaurant and surprise her, yet another part didn’t want to interrupt her while she worked.   He decided to leave; satisfied that he would see her tomorrow.   Cliff walked back to the strip and located a prime rib dinner for $6.99.  

 

Cliff gambled on the strip until about ten o’clock , his spirits were high having seen Sara at the restaurant.   He felt that tonight would be his night to find an escort at one of the gentlemen’s clubs.   He hailed a cab and asked the driver to take him to The Mad Stallion Gentlemen’s Club. Cliff liked The Mad Stallion because it was one of the largest gentlemen’s clubs in Las Vegas .   There were two stages on which he could watch the dancers. It was very dark and he could sit quietly in a corner and interact with the dancers one-on-one.   He also found that the dancers were more likely to do a few more favors during a lap dance if he was in a darkened corner.   Of course, Cliff’s favorite part of The Mad Stallion was the VIP room.   That’s where the rubber meets the road, so to speak.   It is a separate room behind smoked glass doors and not anyone can just walk in there.   The customer can take any dancer, or dancers, he wants into the VIP room but he must pay a fee of one hundred dollars per dancer, plus a two drink minimum.   For that price the dancers will give the paying customer a personalized lap dance.   The more you tip the dancer, the more personalized the lap dance becomes.   Cliff has spent up to a thousand dollars for a dancer in the VIP room.   At that price, he guaranteed her company for the rest of the night.   Cliff always made it worth the dancer’s while and he typically paid her more than what she would have made at the club had she stayed and danced for tips.  

 

The cab pulled up to The Mad Stallion and Cliff got out amongst the shiny new foreign sports cars that always seemed to be parked at the main entrance.   Cliff always wondered if the cars truly belonged to paying customers or if they were merely props to enhance the Las Vegas image of money, women and power.   He walked to the doorman who stood about six feet seven inches tall.   He wore a tuxedo shirt, bowtie and pants with suspenders and had his greasy hair pulled back into a pony tail.   Cliff showed the doorman his identification and the doorman grunted his approval as he waved his arm for Cliff to proceed into the club.

 

Cliff entered the club and was greeted by two young ladies; one wore a bustier, a garter belt, stockings and the smallest g-string he had ever seen, all in white.   The other wore a white button down shirt that was only buttoned half way up so that her ample cleavage could seep out from her push up bra.   She also wore a blue, micro-short school girl skirt, white thigh top stockings and high heels.   She had one pony tail on each side of her head.

“Hi, welcome to The Mad Stallion,” was their mantra.   Cliff smiled and continued toward the back corner.   The music was loud and the smell of perfume was in the air and dancers were on each of the two stages.   It was prime time and the club was packed with people.   As Cliff looked for a table and chair, he noticed several young ladies in the club enjoying the show.   One of them was thoroughly enjoying a lap dance as a small group of young men looked on.   Cliff made his way to the very back corner of the club and to his surprise found an empty table with two chairs.   He sat down and as he looked around he noticed one peculiar thing; all the dancers and waitresses were wearing masks.

 

A waitress made her way to Cliff’s table and took his drink order.   He saw her mask was that of the Lone Ranger so he asked, “Why is everyone wearing a mask?”   The waitress replied, “It’s Mad Stallion Mardi Gras night.   All the girls wear masks tonight.”   Cliff was somewhat disheartened because he wanted to know what the dancers looked like if he was going to take one to his room later.   But he decided to go with the theme night to see where it takes him.  

 

At about midnight , Cliff saw a group of new dancers come out of the back room.    He had already spent over two hundred dollars in tips and lap dances and word spread quickly amongst the dancers that a heavy tipper was in the house.   One of the dancers that just arrived caught his eye.   She was very shapely and had a pair of the longest, bronze legs he had ever seen.   She wore a white lace teddy and white high heels.   She had straight, black, shiny hair that flowed to the middle of her back.   She wore a mask with white feathers rising over her forehead and cascading around her eyes.   Of all the dancers in the club, feather-girl carried herself with a sense of style.   She walked with attitude and she had a killer body.    It didn’t take long for someone to call her over so she could begin a lap dance.   Cliff watched from across the room as feather-girl moved her body as if she was making love to the person for which she danced.   His goal was to get feather-girl to do a lap dance for him so he could better evaluate whether she was VIP room material.   He kept an eye on her as he continued to sample the other dancers of the club.  

 

Cliff heard the booming voice of the DJ say, “Amber!   Amber to stage two!   Amber’s up on two!” He watched as feather-girl moved to stage two and then ascend the stairs to begin dancing.   “Huh. Amber,” Cliff was unimpressed. “That’s a common stripper name,” he thought. But as he watched her move, Cliff was in awe at seeing feather-girl’s body.   She must have been almost six feet tall and she had the body of a goddess.   She was darkly tanned, except for her breasts which bore the outline of her bikini.   Her breasts were pale in contrast to her deep tan.    Cliff guessed her breasts to be about 36B.   Her nipples pointed slightly upward and her shiny pink areolas were just a shade darker than her pale skin.   A small patch of pale skin surrounded her vagina and Cliff saw a neatly trimmed landing strip of pubic hair immediately above her vagina.   The rest of her vagina was smoothly shaved.   By the time feather-girl’s three songs were done, she had removed everything, except her mask.  

 

As feather-girl danced, the muscles in her strong thighs and calves flexed and Cliff now knew he had to get her into the VIP room.   He didn’t care how her face looked.   All he knew was that she had a killer body and she knew how to use it.   Once she was done with her stage performance, feather-girl walked off stage and returned to the dressing room.   She returned several minutes later wearing her white teddy, sniffing and wiping her nose.   Cliff knew that the use of drugs and alcohol amongst the dancers was commonplace.   He didn’t judge them because nobody forced him to be there.   In fact, he is usually pretty straight laced so when he comes to Las Vegas , he firmly believes that anything goes.  

 

Feather-girl made her way toward Cliff’s direction, looking at the customers as she walked by, taunting them into paying for her to do a lap dance.   As she neared, Cliff called out, “Feather-girl!”   She looked his direction and he waved his arm for her to come toward him.   She looked at him and didn’t move.   Cliff thought that the darkness of the corner in which he sat made it difficult for her to see him.   He lifted both arms above his head and began to wave as if he were trying to flag down a rescue plane.   Feather-girl slowly moved toward him and was soon sitting in the chair next to him.   Cliff turned on his charm and said, “I’ve been watching you and I love the way you move.   You should give the other girls a class in elegance.”   He smiled and feather-girl replied with a deep, thick Russian accent, “Dank you.   You are very kind.”   Cliff found the accent to be sexy and added to the mystery of the mask. “So I am not rude to you for the rest of the evening, what may I call you besides feather-girl?”    She thought for a quick second and replied, “Natasha.” Cliff remembered the dj called her Amber so he asked her about that.   “Da.   Dis is my stage name.   Yoo call me Natasha,” she replied.   Her accent was so thick Cliff had a hard time understanding her.

 

Cliff ordered Natasha what she wanted to drink, a double shot of Patron tequila.   She shot it back and Cliff could see her eyes squint from behind the mask.   They began to talk and Natasha said, “Yoo want lap dance now.”   She quickly stood and pushed her long black hair over her shoulder to her back giving Cliff a view of her long body.   “Actually, I’d like to take you to the VIP room,” Cliff said.   Usually the dancers don’t wait a second to go because they know they’ll be getting a drink and a lot of money in a short period of time.   Natasha however replied, “Yoo want take me to VIP room?”   Cliff smiled and said, “Of course I do.   I have a lot of cash I’d like to give you for a special lap dance.”   Natasha silently stood over Cliff watching him as he inspected her athletic body.   “Yoo like?” Natasha finally asked.   “Hell yes I like!” Cliff was shocked she could even ask such a question. She again was silent and then said, “OK.   Vee go to VIP room.”   Natasha took Cliff’s hand and led him to where he knew he was going to explore Natasha.  

 

Once in the VIP room Cliff gave the one hundred dollar fee to another large man in a tuxedo.   He ordered each of them a double shot of Patron tequila and they downed it together as if they were old drinking buddies.   It was exceptionally dark in the VIP room and they finally found an unoccupied horseshoe booth near the back.   “Sit!” Natasha ordered.   Cliff sat in the booth as Natasha began to dance.   She turned her ass to Cliff and stuck it out so far it was inches from his face.   He reached up and felt its softness as Natasha continued to wiggle it.   She then sat on Cliff’s lap and wiggled her ass on his dick.   He began to get hard as Natasha continued to grind her ass onto his lap.   Cliff grabbed her hips and moved her ass back and forth on his hard dick.   Natasha ground on his lap for several seconds then got up and faced Cliff.   She got onto her knees and began to move her hands from his knees to his crotch and back to his knees.   Cliff had been here before and knew if he gave more money now, Natasha’s rubbing hands would find his throbbing cock.   He removed a hundred dollar bill from his pants pocket and slipped it into Natasha’s teddy.   She removed the bill and looked at it.   She then put it in her g-string and moved her hands to cliff’s crotch.   She began to stroke his hard cock through his pants and did so with experience.   She slowly pulled his zipper down, reached in and gripped his cock with her hand.   She now began to slowly jerk him off.   Cliff slipped another hundred into Natasha’s g-string but this time she didn’t need to look at it.   Her strokes became faster as she moved to the beat of the music to give the appearance she was still dancing.   It was so dark not many people could tell what she was doing anyway, plus she was very discreet.   

 

Natasha stopped stroking Cliff and turned her ass toward him again.   She sat on his lap and began to grind his dick like she had done earlier.   Cliff removed yet another one hundred dollar bill from his pocket and placed it in Natasha’s g-string.   Natasha took the bills he had placed in her g-string and adjusted them.   It was also a ploy for her to see exactly what Cliff had given her so far.   Three hundred dollars! As Natasha continued to grind on Cliff’s lap, she took his hand and put it between her and his lap.   He took this opportunity to flip his hand palm side up and he began to rub Natasha’s pussy.   He was able to push the fabric aside and touch her warm pussy.   Natasha slowed her grinding and Cliff gently rubbed her clit.   Natasha threw her head back and softly moaned.   She allowed Cliff to rub her pussy for about a minute and it began to get wet.   Cliff’s cock was aching to be released and he wanted to put it into the warm tight pussy he was feeling.   He removed another hundred dollar bill from his pocket and put it in Natasha’s g-string.     Natasha confirmed it was another hundred and without moving off Cliff’s lap she reached back into his pants and pulled his hard cock out of the zipper.   She then placed his cock against her pussy and sat on it.   Cliff couldn’t believe how tight Natasha’s pussy was.   If he didn’t know better he’d bet she was a virgin.   Natasha began to fuck Cliff right there in the horseshoe booth of the VIP room, moving her hips to the beat of the music.   Cliff was so horny it didn’t take him long before his cock was ready to blow his juice. Natasha got off Cliff and got back to her knees.   She took his cock in her mouth and worked it effortlessly until Cliff couldn’t hold back any longer and exploded into Natasha’s mouth.   She sucked him dry and put his cock back into his pants and closed the zipper.  

 

Natasha continued to dance for Cliff until the song ended.   It would look odd to leave in mid-song.   Cliff was so appreciative he gave Natasha five more one hundred dollar bills and he asked her if she’d be willing to escort him through Las Vegas for the rest of the evening.   Natasha smiled and said, “Dat is nice.   Vait here.   I come back.”   Natasha went into the dressing room and left Cliff waiting.   Cliff waited for over half and hour and Natasha still didn’t return.   He asked a dancer who was coming out of the dressing room if Natasha was still back there.   “Honey, there are so many girls here and none of them use their real names,” the dancer said.   “She was tall and had a very thick Russian accent,” Cliff replied.   The dancer thought for a moment and said, “Honey, I’ve worked here for the last year and I know most of the girls here.   There’s only one with a Russian    accent and she’s behind you.”   Cliff turned around and saw a short blonde haired girl talking to a man at the bar.   He turned back to the dancer and asked, “She’s the only one?”   She nodded her head and walked away.   Cliff anxiously approached the Russian girl at the bar and asked if she knew Natasha.   Certainly one Russian girl would know another, but the girl said she is the only Russian that danced in the club tonight.

 

Cliff left the club scratching his head. During the cab ride back to his hotel he couldn’t understand why Natasha ran out on him like that.   The cab arrived at the hotel and he went straight to bed.   He had to surprise Sara in the morning.

 

Cliff planned to take Sara to brunch so after waking up he showered and took a cab to Sara’s dorm.   The dorm was actually an apartment on campus which she shared with a girlfriend.   Cliff knocked on the door and Sara answered wearing a t-shirt and shorts.    “Daddy!   Oh my God!   What are you doing here?” Sara grabbed Cliff in a strong hug and was very happy to see him.   She asked him in and they sat in the living room and talked for about an hour.   ‘I want to take you to brunch so get ready.   I’ll wait,” Cliff said.   Sara replied, “OK, I’ll jump in the shower and I’ll be right out.”   “Is your roommate here?   She can go with us,” Cliff offered.   “No,” Sara replied.   “She went home for the weekend.”   As she walked through the living room toward her bedroom, Cliff noticed how tanned she was and commented, “Wow, you’re very tanned,” Sara said, “Well, it’s the desert.   It doesn’t take much.”   She then closed the bedroom door.   Cliff noticed the smell of stale perfume in the apartment and equated it to the smell in the gentlemen’s club last night.   For a moment he thought it was the remnants of last night still on his clothes, but he remembered he showered and changed clothes this morning.   He knew that brand of perfume was quite popular so he dismissed it as coincidence.  

 

As Cliff waited for Sara he looked at the pictures on the wall and the knickknacks on the tables.   He wandered into the kitchen and saw a pair of white high heels on the floor.   They were on their sides as if someone had come home and kicked them off right there.   Cliff’s eyes moved to the countertop immediately above where the shoes were and his stomach sank.   There, sticking out of a bag was a feather mask.     Cliff opened the bag and not only was the mask in the bag, but so was a long black wig.  

 

Cliff immediately returned to the living room and thought that it was all a coincidence.   He calmed himself and planned not to say anything to Sara about what he did last night.   There’s no way Sara was Natasha!   As Cliff’s eyes wandered the room he saw a letter addressed to Sara from the university.   The letter was opened and unfolded. Cliff read the letter and a knot formed in his stomach. It was a letter congratulating Sara on her acceptance into the Russian Cultural Arts class.