I was in the back seat of Corey’s car with a nice pile of cash on my lap.  In the last couple of hours, I had run through the back of the house at a major Vegas casino, flashing much of the staff a very sexy commando up-skirt.  In the dealers' workroom, I stripped naked so I could change into a uniform in front of most of my future coworkers.            Then during my audition, I had to strip my top off and deal bare-brea...

I'd been in Vegas about a month now, and it seemed like I couldn't keep my clothes on at my new job. After my interview with Mitzi then my topless strut through the HR office, I was pretty sure I'd been seen naked by about a hundred co-workers. There had been closed circuit cams in every hallway where I'd walked with Elliot. And what about the wardrobe room where I stripped down to my peep-toe heels? That video was alread...

There are two types of jobs for women in Las Vegas. You can be a showgirl/stripper or you can be a casino dealer. Young and dumb and willing to try anything I left my mid-western home with all my savings and a lot of hope to make it in Las Vegas. It didn’t take long to find a small apartment in the back of a tiny house located in a decent neighborhood.  But it also took most of my savings for first and last month’s rent. ...

Walking down the alley with three nude women: brown haired bouncy Liza, Tracey all legs and blonde tresses, and the red head Kara; Jeff and I were trying to figure how to get the girls to the van.“Should the girls wait in the alley, while we go ahead and bring the van here?” Jeff asked. “Hell no,” Tracey and Liza shouted at us. Tracey’s tee-shirt was shredded and wound around her nude body, Jeff carried her sun dress hang...

Jeff and I abandoned the table for the higher chairs at the bar, gaining a better view of the stage. There was still one group of girls before Liza, Tracey and Kara would do their number. Jeff picked up a folded sign-card and read, his eyes growing wider as he went on. "There's more Wet Tee shirt Contests, all for this Beale Blues Festival Babe!" he thrust the card at me. I looked it over, it was like a pub crawl. Every n...

“It seemed like a nice neighborhood to have bad habits in.”– Raymond Chandler The River Smoke House had once been little more than a shack perched on the Mississippi river bank, until the Great Flood washed it and everything south of Memphis away in a rush of water. The Beale street River Smoke House was the third such rebirth of the old famous eatery. Dave held the door as the two girls, Liza and Tracey, now chatting lik...

We checked into the Bed and Breakfast, one of our favorites just south of Memphis. Liza was already excited because for our week long stay she would have an enclosed "adults only" pool to swim naked in. Liza slept naked, lounged naked, did chores naked, and sometimes on special days in the summer, played all day naked on a canoe float. It was her favorite way to frolic. Now she was a brunette with natural blond streaks, 3...