Live in Vegas Ch. 08

I slept late on the Saturday morning, knowing that I had no other plans than finding a way to pamper myself on my last full day in Vegas. My legs felt a bit sore, probably due to all the uncomfortable positions I was in the previous nights. I took a quick shower and wiped off the remaining bits of the yesterday's makeup. Looking at myself in the bathroom mirror, I noticed my hair being out of shape. I didn't bother to do anything about it by myself, might as well stop at the barbershop later.

I felt hungry so decided to get something simple, just needed to pull on my light brown Dockers chinos and a tight t-shirt. I grabbed my keys, put few bucks in my pocket and headed out. I located the nearest coffee shop and got my black coffee and bag of bagels without much of a wait. In an instant I was back at my hotel room, wondering what to do next. I still had a bottle of Chablis unopened, so I took the wine cooler and got it filled with ice. In few hours the wine would be perfect for my taste.

I had some local magazines and city guides at the room so I browsed through them looking for a decent hair salon that would serve male clientele as well. What I had in my mind was a look that would cover both my male and femme roles. As Emilia, I always wore a wig but today, I though it would be fun to experiment a femboy look as well. I wasn't sure how to make it work, and also wasn't sure if I were able to communicate my ideas to the hairdresser. If the look was too femme, I could always trim it by myself after had my fun with it. If only could I dare to ask for something similar as the look Brigitte Nielsen had made famous.

I didn't find any suitable hair salon from the magazines so decided to go out and see which casino had the best ones in their shopping arcade. Walking through a couple of casinos was disappointed with their offerings, but at the third one I noticed a nice, brightly lit hair salon with several vacant chairs. What got my attention though was the staff: three hot guys dressed in all white and two girls. The girls I hardly noted, instead walked straight towards an empty chair on the left row with a young, black hairdresser restocking the supplies at the table. I asked if he was free and his smile lit up the room - or that's how I felt it. He was tall, about 6ft, toned and with high fade cut hair. He probably had touched up his eyebrows as well, something that I always considered a bold move for men.

He offered me his chair and I sat there, him then covering me with cape that he fixed around my neck. He introduced himself as Tyler. It was easy to chat with him and I was soon very relaxed. He had some ideas what to do with my blonde hair. I mentioned something about not wanting the look to be too masculine but still presentable when back at the office and he gave me a knowing wink.

Since I had washed my hair just over an hour ago, he went straight to business. The salon was open with windows on all the sides towards the lobby floor. When he was working, I watched people walking by, looking at all the different styles and looks people had. Tyler had completed the cut in no time and was not starting to shape up my hair. I started to look like a member of a boy band, nothing too extreme but something that would work the both ways I wanted.

While he was doing his magic on my hair, I was stretching my legs and he asked if there was anything wrong. I responded by saying that I just felt a bit sore after spending the whole week standing at the exhibition booth. I was wondering aloud if I should look for a sports masseuse. He replied that he'd know a friend who is a professional in that field and willing to do house and hotel calls. I was delighted to hear that, since trying to find out someone from classified lists by random wasn't really a good idea.

While I was rubbing my thigh, he had completed his work and brushed off the hair of the cape and took it away. He took a hand mirror and positioned behind by head to show how he had cut it short from there but left a longer wave on top that I could then adjust as I wished. I was very happy with what he had done to my hair and thanked him for his effort and skills. He walked with me towards the cashier counter where one of the girls had prepared my bill. I paid it with cash after leaving him a generous tip. He gave me his business card with another name written behind: Isaiah was the masseuse he recommended. I knew his services would be a perfect addition to my self-pampering day.

I dropped at a coffee shop and had a Greek salad with water. I realized I hadn't eaten much during this whole week, but at least it kept my tummy flat. Having satisfied my immediate needs so far, I headed back to hotel. The room service had completed their job so it was all clean and nice. I sat down by the table, picked up the phone and called Isaiah. He responded quickly and I told him who I was and that Tyler had recommended him. He was delighted to hear that. I explained my problems with my sore muscles and asked if he was available this afternoon for an hour or two. He replied that he could have me in a couple of hours. I still wasn't fluent with all the sayings and phrases of daily English talk, but "having me" sounded exactly what I needed most.

After setting that up, I had a couple of hours to spare. I decided experimenting a bit with the femboy look. I checked my makeup kit and found the nude colour lipstick and lip gloss that would be a starter. My idea for the femboy look would include lips done, medium length eyelashes and some eyeshadow, but not anything that would cover too much. Nude or neutral colours instead of bold hues. It didn't take long to apply all that and I was amazed how well it all went with my new hairdo. My lips looked soft and wet, eyes had a bit of extra character and blonde hair was done in a way that I could have gone all the way femme with my makeup and dress like a girl and the hair would still have looked as part of the hot package.

It had taken me about an hour to get ready, so I had another hour to spend before he would arrive. I got myself a glass of chilled white wine. I had wrapped a towel around me and thought it would be enough since I'd be naked for the massage anyway. I didn't even realize it but when wrapping a towel, I did it around my chest even though I didn't have falsies attached. It felt so natural to act like a woman after doing that the whole week. I slid my white wedge mules on and that was my outfit for the day.

I made space between the bed and the vanity table by moving the lounge chair away. My room wasn't a suite but I thought it'd have enough space for the massage table I assumed he'd bring with. I still had some time so I switched on my laptop to check the messages in case there were anything interesting. Those days it took forever to start a computer so I hardly had my mail open when I heard a knock on the door. I quickly folded my laptop, jumped up and rushed to the door. I quick check by the mirror, touching my hair and I was ready. I opened the door and let the handsome and fit masseuse in with his massage table bag.

I'm not sure what Isaiah was expecting but I sensed he liked what he saw. So did I: he was a couple of inches taller than me (in my low wedges), was wearing loose white cotton pants and a full zip black hoodie, open enough to show the white tank top he wore underneath. He was obviously strong and fit, not overly muscular like a bodybuilder but strong enough to not have any problems with carrying around the heavy massage table and taking care of his clients. We took care of the business side and he was delighted to see the generous tip I had added even before knowing how good he'd be.

He lowered the table bag on the floor, opened the bag and took off the table. He set it up and took out a smaller kit with massage supplies. He took a wet wipe and sanitized the table and gestured me to get on it. I put my sandals away, possibly showing off my ass a bit when leaning over the vanity table. A quick look at the mirror confirmed that he was definitely checking me out. I was already feeling good about this.

I turned back and got by the table, managing to open up the wrapped towel just enough so that I didn't reveal anything yet but when laying down on the table, I was naked against the faux leather cover. I got comfortable with my face inserted into the hole the table had and folded the towel so that it covered my ass but left my lower back and upper legs available.

Isaiah asked what kind of massage I had in mind and I explained that my legs and back were killing me after standing up the whole week so just a good, Swedish massage should do. I didn't say it but probably spending an hour or two every night in a doggy position had probably something to do with my condition as well. Anyway, he got the message that my lower back and legs would have most of the attention.

My face now in the slot of the table I didn't see him, but I heard him preparing, taking off his hoodie and placing the massage kit under the table so that I saw it. He took odd the massage oil bottle and squirted some on his hands, rubbed them together and then had more oil over my spine. He placed the bottle between my legs and started warming up my back. I closed my eyes and tried hard to not moan too loud when I felt his touch. His hands felt amazing, warm, soft and slippery. He went systematically all around my upper back and neck, not pushing deep but with a strong grip so that my muscles warmed up and all the tension on my neck was away. It felt so good I probably drifted off for a moment.

When I got back to my senses, his hand was on the back of my left knee and his other hand was just starting the motion upwards on my leg. Casually his hand was shifting the towel upwards and I was getting turned on feeling his grip operating just under my buttocks. My hand was on my side, palm up and occasionally his thumb touched my fingers. He took quite an effort relaxing both my legs before moving to my thighs. My feet felt a bit sore and his strong grip felt more there than on my leg, but I knew it would make them better. I was just wishing that he'd get back to my upper legs or lower back since my ass was aching for his touch.

It felt like ages, but finally he was happy with the state of my calves and got back to business on my thighs. He started again long strokes from the back of my knee towards my buttocks, this time probably an inch or two closer. He shifted his position a bit and that made his hip to touch my fingers when my hand was still in the same position. He carefully folded my towel so that the side of my ass was visible, took a bit more oil and I felt his warm palm over my ass. He squeezed it a bit, then started rotating his hand and kneading the left globe of my ass.

Occasionally I felt the tip of his finger brushing over my hole. To my disappointment, he covered my bum again and moved off to the other side of the table. I got the same treatment on the right side, and again the same touches of his fingertip on my hole. It was very hard or me to not moan loudly, but could not have helped my breathing to get heavier.

Again he moved, this time back to my left side. When he moved the towel away, it slid on the floor and I was naked in front of him. This time he had both hands on my ass, with thumbs massaging the low of my back, on either side of my spine. My hand was still in the same position by my hip, palm up. His hip was again touching my finger, but then he shifted a bit left and his crotch was pushing the side of my hand. It was obvious he was at least semi-hard already, but I still wanted to let him tease a bit before making any moves. He poured more oil on my back and his rotating hands were spreading it all over my ass. Oil going down my crack sent a tingling feeling. His crotch was again touching the side of my hand and this time I couldn't anymore help myself: I turned my palm so that his manhood landed on it when he next pushed himself closer.

He again took a step back and got the oil bottle. I heard something like a fabric shifting but couldn't recognize what it meant. When I felt his hands again on the globes of my ass, I realized what the sound was: When he got closer to the side of the table, his bare balls landed on my palm. He poured some oil on my hand as well, and I knew what was expected from me. I started to fondle and caress his low hanging, shaven balls that felt like they were filling my palm. He put some oil on my hand as well and I used it on his balls. My attention was so in this new direction that it took a moment to process the next feeling: the tip of his index finger was now rubbing my hole. My automatic reaction was to push up my ass against his finger.

I had lubed up my hole before and on my crack, there was a stream of oil so his finger entered without any resistance. I let his balls go and lifted my hand a bit to get a good grip of his cock. He was getting hard already, pointing upwards. His cock was so thick my fingers didn't reach around it. I felt him pouring more oil on my hand and I started to rub it all over his amazing dick. It didn't take long for him to get fully hard and I wanted him inside me so badly. He had other ideas and I felt disappointed when he moved back again, leaving my initially opened hole alone.

He took the steps towards the head of the table and I suddenly saw his feet when still looking down through the table head cradle.

He gently patted my cheek and I knew again what was expected. I raised my head from the slot, turned on my back and shifted upwards a bit so that my head was now hanging over the end of the table. When I lowered my head, I felt his mushroom to touch my lips and to proceed into my mouth. He was already hard so I didn't need to blow him that much, but I was always ready for some nice deepthroating and face-fucking. And that was exactly what he did. He grabbed my head from both sides and started to move his dick deeper towards my throat. I'm proud to say I'm trained enough to keep the gag reflex away, but having a thick member right in without much of warming up was a stretch for me, literally.

He didn't fuck my throat for long since we both were ready for more. He pulled out and walked to the other end of the table while I moved myself to the same direction. The last feet he pulled me against him by grabbing me from my ankles like I was a wheelbarrow. He pushed my legs towards my chest, lifting my ass up as well. There wasn't much foreplay since we were way too horny for any more games. I felt the tip of his cock on my well-lubed hole and without any hesitation he pushed in. I looked straight into his eyes and saw the lust that I shared with him.

I had just felt his size on my mouth, but feeling it sliding in my ass was another sensation. While I'd had a busy week, by length and width he was the best equipped partner I had so far. I didn't hurt but I felt incredibly full when he finally was all in. He leaned on me and gave me a sloppy kiss. His tongue entered my mouth without any hesitation just like everything else he had done so far - and I loved it. While I was paying him for his services, I was still serving him and being used by him as he wanted.

After a long kiss he got up, took a better grip of my calves and started fucking me so good. After a couple of pushes he pulled out completely, only to admire my gaping, pulsing hole and without any guidance pushed it all in again. I was about the learn what sort of stamina he had, he was now fucking me with deep pushes, his tip touching all the right places inside me on every push. He picked up the speed and I was in heaven and if there were anyone in the room next door, they would have heard it well.

After a while, he suddenly paused with his cock all inside me. He leaned over me and grabbed me like I weighted nothing. He carried me to the bed and threw me on my back there. I grabbed the pillows, turned on and lifted my ass with a stack of pillows under my belly. He didn't hesitate a moment and I felt him entering my ass again. I love doggystyle especially with patrons who were less equipped, but with a cock like Isaiah had, size of half of a baseball bat, I was about to get the ride of my life. It was also clear that he was not here for a quickie. I pushed my head into pillow to mute my moaning and tried to relax as his plaything. He was slapping my ass and called me his white whore, and I enjoyed every second of it. My cock was hard all time and dripping cum.

I don't know how long it had taken so far, but we were both sweaty and breathing hard. I sensed he would be close, since he paused every now and then, and I was milking him my squeezing my ring muscle. Finally, it took him over the edge and he emptied his balls deep inside my ass. He collapsed over me, still inside me, and kissed my neck. He held me there for a moment and I felt his dick softening inside me. We were both catching our breath, his hands over mine.

Feeling his weight on me, his sweaty hot body, was something I really needed to feel. I don't know how long we stayed there but eventually he got up, went to bathroom for a quick clean-up and then got back to dress up and put the massage table back together. I was watching his movements from the bed without any strength to get up. When he was ready, he lifted the table bag over his shoulder and headed out, without saying a word. I looked at the bedside table and notice it was just 3pm. I drifted to sleep wondering whether I'd had time for one more cock before heading back to home.