What Happens In Vegas Stays In Vegas

intriguess

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Maggie was staying at one of the lesser known hotels. It said it catered to having a truly unique Vegas experience. Not the usual hey it's a family town you can gamble drink and get married in type of thing. No she was staying in a bizarre sci-fi themed hotel. It was "guaranteed to get under your skin" she wasn't quite sure what they meant but when she entered the hotel she got a strange but not creepy feeling.

It was a total package all you brought was the clothes on your back, money, and any medication you were on. Everything else food, clothing, toiletries, internet access was provided as part of price. You brought money in case you wanted something extra, or for when you left the hotel.

You weren't expected to leave the hotel, but evidentally some people did. The hotel had a strange look, the walls seemed fleshy for lack of a better word. She walked to the front desk, was escorted to a room where she could store her belongings. She stripped and stored her stuff in the small metal box provided. She closed it and watched as it slide into wall and another box appeared.

She opened it curiously to find a super tight electric blue dress. She wondered if it would fit over her ample hips and melon sized breasts. She slipped it on and noticed it seemed to mold against her body supporting her full breasts.

She felt ready to face the world as she left the room and headed for the hotel's bar.

OOC so it's not your typical vegas hotel....I plan to play the part of several hotel employees as well as various 'props' and the hotel itself.
 
Connie

Connie Larken
28 5'7 brown hair, green eyes
36d, 27, 35
Librarian

Connie needed to get out of Los Angeles even for a short time. She didn't care for the city or big crowds but the pay she made working for the museum library was better than something she could make at a smaller town's public library. She always planned to move to a small town once she retired or, should the unlikely possibility actually occur, got married.

Connie was shy but when she was chatting to people online, she was not as inhibited and could let her natural personality come out. Wanting to get away even for a weekend, Connie began to search the internet for a package deal which would not cost too much but would make her feel as if she had spent a lot. She checked Expedia, Travelzoo and Orbitz but none of their packages were quite what she wanted. So she tried doing a Google search and there she found exactly what she wanted. A hotel in Las Vegas, off the strip was offering a package of room, food and internet access for a really reasonable price.

She could afford to drive there, spend three nights, take her books and her laptop and relax. She didn't even need to leave the hotel if she didn't want to, everything was provided.

Normally, Las Vegas would be one of the last places Connie would think to go, but this package was perfect. She packed her things into the trunk of her sedan and headed east.
 
hotel

The latest reservation came in and was processed, a librarian, and after letting the image of the prim proper stern librarian faded, the chekc in box was prepared. A sinful confection of emerald silk that would arouse the wood nymph in anyone. The box was stored and the hotel warmed at the thought of more guests.
 
Connie

Connie pulled up in front of the hotel and stepped out of her car. Stretching she looked the place over. It was on the smaller size for a Las Vegas hotel, but the grounds were well kept. There didn't seem to be a lot of other guests at the moment but it was evening so perhaps they had driven over to the strip to see a show. Connie hadn't planned to arrive after six but there had been some problems at the musuem and she hadn't been able to get away until noon.

Tired from the long drive across the flat desert, she stretched one more time and then picked up her bag and laptop. As she approached the lobby she had to laugh. While she knew that the casino/hotels were all very theme based these days, having spanish moss hanging from trees by the front door was very odd.

She pulled up the door and smiled. In Los Angeles, the public places supposedly had their air conditioning on, but it always seemed to make the building more humid then cool. Here in Vegas the airconditioning kept the places almost frigid. She knew the rooms would be warmer though. Stepping up to the counter she looked around the deserted lobby. It was almost eerie in its quiet. She tried to find a bell to ring or to hear voices from someone nearby but it was silent, dead silent. She chuckled at her momentary overly dramatic thoughts. "There is something about this place that brings to mind Vincent Price," she thought.

Leaning against the counter she hoped someone would come assist her soon, she wanted to get settled and have a large glass of ice water. She felt as if she had swallowed half the sand out there.
 
William pushed open the doors of the hotel feeling brave, he had almost left just seeing the building from the outside. The inside was much more worse. Apparantly he was in way too much of a hurry when he picked the reservations, he had just selected a hotel off the list without much thought process and went through the steps to get a room.

Now he saw what he had got himself into. He would be here for the next week or so and he already regreted his quick actions. He sighed and approached the desk with his I.D. and gave them his card. "William Ericson, I have a reservation here.." He took the time to scan the interior of the odd hotel again as he slid the I.D. card across the desk.
 
A rather tall thin man went over the simple rules of hotel, inside you would want for nothing, including clothing and she would find everything she needed in her check in box and could remove her clothing and deposite any valuables before heading to her room. His smile was quiet as he pointed to the check in area and gave her a strange pulsing key for her room.

"Enjoy your stay."
 
The hotel watched as another reservation came up, this time a man and the building loved guests and awaited his arrival. From the outside the hotel was unassuming almost had a haunted look, the inside varied depending on mood and such but the fleshy walls and subdued lighting did make for an interesting ambience.

A very short woman greeted William and handed him his key and directed him to the check in area where he would strip and put his valuables in safe keeping and a new outfit would be provided for him.

"Everything else you need is in your room, if you want anything else you only need ask." She didn't say who to ask and before he could query her any more she vanished.

The check in room was deliberately hot and William Ericsons box had a toga in it, a recollection of simpler times. The hotel hoped the guests would dine together but already made plans in case room service was requested.
 
Strip? He was supposed to get naked and put on something else..the thought ran over and over in his mind as he pulled open the box and saw a toga. "What in the name of god is this place.." It took a few minutes but he finally put the toga on and headed up to his room sliding the key into the door and escaping within his room. The rooms were even more odd if at all possible. He scanned the room and looked for something to do before he left to go sight seeing. He tossed his card key down onto the nearest flat surface he could find and approached the bed still scanning the room.
 
The rooms were rather simple, a large bed dominating the space a video panel covering one wall, a private balcony on the far side, and a simple bathroom. It would take merely a thought to active the vid screen and it would display whatever programming the occupant desired, there was also a hot tub hidden under the floor but it was the walls that were the most sensitive.


Maggie looked over her room and wished the lighting was better and suddenly the lights came up and she could look over her room. The walls looked textured but when she looked closer it was perfectly smooth. Her outfit seemed a bit odd and with that thought a closet door slide open and she noticed several other strange outfits, but no panties or shoes for some reason.

Maggie was content to be barefoot as the plush carpet felt amazing. She wondered what other delights remained hidden in the walls and turned to look at the bed and noticed that somehow the walls and ceiling appeared to be a mirrored surface and everywhere she looked she saw herself, she wondered if it was a trick that made her look sexy. Either way she liked it and spent time looking at herself from every angle.
 
As william was wanting something to do suddenly noise erupted from the wall and the video panel turned itself on. It flipped to an action movie he would enjoy and he stared at the panel in surprise. "Huh..weird." He flopped down upon the bed and stared into the video panel waiting for nightfall so he could explore the famed City of Sin.
 
Connie

Connie was taken back by the directions. Take off her clothes and leave her valuables? "But..." The tall man just pointed so with a shrug, Diana went into the check-in room. There was a box on the table for her clothing so she quickly undressed and put her clothes inside. She wasn't sure if she liked this place, but if necessary, she could always check out in the morning, tonight she was just too tired.

In the check-in box was a beautiful green gown. Not at all something she would usually wear but since she didn't seem to have much choice, she slid the gown over her head. Instantly it clung to her body, molding to her measurements. She had never seen anything like it. She didn't like clothing that was too tight but, as she moved, she realized that the material moved with her. It was actually very comfortable almost like being nude but not quite.

She wasn't happy about leaving her laptop there, it had files on it she was working on, but again there didn't seem to be any choice. She picked up her personal items, her ID, contacts and materials, glasses, and books and went up to the room. She opened the door and entered the room. The king size bed looked inviting but she figured she should eat first. Looking around for a Guest Book, she read that she could have dinner in the restaurant downstairs or room service. She considered room service but decided, since she was dressed, that she would go downstairs to the restaurant and maybe look around the public rooms of the odd hotel.

Picking up her reading glasses so she could see the menu, her vision a by-product of years of reading, she picked up a book to read while eating and double checked to make sure she had her room key. She headed for the lobby.
 
Maggie finally tired of looking at herself and recalled that the restaurant boasted a unique menu and unusual delights. She snagged her keys stil amazed at how her dress both supported her breasts and let them jiggle naturally as she headed out of her room and down to eat. She leaned against the wall of the elevator and jumped as she swore something had groped her, seeing nothing was there she dismissed it as a product of her imagination.

"Perhaps being in Vegas corrupts the mind," she mused out loud and wished she had thought to bring her toys with her, but she had packed light as the guide had suggested. The doors opened and she was surprised to see the dining room and not the lobby. She stepped out into the strange room, the colored lights shifting about making the walls appear to move as she headed for one of the smooth tables.

A waiter just sort of appeared, he was rather tall his skin looked blue, but in the strange lights it was difficult to tell. She was startled at his sudden appearance and even more amazed that he had tiger stripes all over his body, and that he was wearing no visible clothing.

"May I suggest the special?" his deep melodic voice asked.

It was almost hypnotic, "What is the special?" she asked trying to straighten out her thoughts as the soft music drifted through the room.

"Tender Tangallian pasta served with succulent balls and a sperm sauce."

She swore he said sperm sauce and felt silly to ask him to repeat it, "Sounds fine," after all she did like pasta and if all else failed she could order something else. "Drinks?" she asked finding her eyes tracing the stripes which all seemed to lead to his crotch. "Passion wine is a house speciality, and you can have breast pudding or ripe melon with your entree."

She felt oddly relaxed and figured the names were all part of the package, "Pudding sounds good." She smiled at the waiter and noticed his penis while flacid was similiarly striped and longer than she would have expected.
 
William picked up the little pamphlet lying next to him as he was getting hungry. "I suppose I'll order some room service." He said to himself. He called the number and waited for an answer from the desk, drumming his fingers on his nightstand.
 
Connie

As the doors opened, Connie paused. She had pushed the button for the lobby but what was outside the elevator was definitely not the lobby. Looking at the buttons again, she pressed the L, but the doors stayed open. "Well I WAS heading for the diningroom so this must be it," she thought.

Moving into the room she looked around at the arrangement of tables and the lights. It was darker in the room than she expected so she would have difficulty reading in the room. She was used to reading as she ate, especially since there was no one for her to talk to. She looked around the room and saw one lady being seated. Connie considered going back to her room but since the waiter had spotted her, felt strange about suddenly leaving.

As the waiter walked toward her, she squinted, sure that her contacts were playing tricks on her. It looked like the man was wearing stripes, and "oh my, he is naked? No, it must be the lighting in here. But he sure looks naked."


Feeling totally out of her league, Connie followed him to a table. As she sat down she almost choked. He was so tall that when seated, her eyes were on the same level as his ... as him. Blinking she turned her head and focused on listening to him recite the special.

Her eyes blinking, her mind whirling, Connie asked for the special. As the waiter walked away, she whispered, "I need to go to bed, the waiter simply could not have said what I just heard. I am just tired." Vowing to go straight to bed as soon as she had eaten.
 
The hotel answered the phone in the form of the same small woman that had worked at reception, the building had a fondness for people of all sizes, "Hello this is Jina how may I be of service," the voice was soft and lilting. The short female body clad in a smoky gray cloud that concealed and hinted at her curves.
 
Both ladies had ordered the special and the waiter returned with wine glasses and two carafes of passion wine, as he poured each glass the licquid changed colors and he smiled and placed a plate of breast pudding on the table of the guest called Maggie, while he presented the Librarian Connie with two soft pink melon halves.

He waited until she took a bite and asked, "Is the melon to your liking?" The hotel enjoyed taking on various forms but it's arousal was dependent on its guests desires and seeing her eyes stare at the waiters crotch the body began to experience a natural surge of desire as blood flowed down between the legs to thickening shaft.
 
"Yeah..I'd like some room service, Im feeling kind of hungry. What are you guys offering today?" He played with the cord of the phone while awaiting her to respond to him.
 
Connie

Relieved to see the plate of melons, Connie took a bite. It was delicious and she looked up at him and smiled. "It is wonderful, thank you for suggesting it." As she spoke to the waiter she kept her eyes on his face, but still, he still looked naked and, if she wasn't mistaken, he was getting even longer. Not sure where to put her eyes, she returned to the melon, and took another bite of the cool fruit.
 
The hotel sensed the man's boredom and pondered what food would be appropriate, "Our house speciality is Virgin Quim, slathered with oil, and oozing juices." Jina paused as the hotel liked nothing better than aroused guests, "Or the current special is "Tender Tangallian pasta served with succulent balls and a creamy sauce with your choice of breast pudding or ripe melon. I alos recommend the passion wine."
 
William almost dropped the phone. Then he decided that the lady upon the other end was joking around. "Heh we'll I'd love to have first of what you offered of course, but the latter sounds like a more likely story eh?" He gave a little chuckle after his sentance going along with her joke.
 
Jani

Jani, the waiter smiled and inclined his head slightly and drifted off. He later reappeared with the Tender Tangallian pasta, the balls were bite sized and the sauce had the texture of cum. He placed the warm dish in front of the guest in blue first as she arrived first, and smiled as she eyed his long thick cock that swung as he walked over to the lovely librarian. He placed the warm dish in front of her.

"Is there anything else I can do for you?" he asked his as the tip of his swollen cock ended just above his knees the swollen length weighed down for the time being.
 
Jina sensed his amusement and while the hotel loved a good joke she doubted he understood. "If you prefer I can deliver both dishes so you can sample the many delights offered. There is also NonVirgin Quim available, but most guests prefer to pry open Virgin Quim." Her voice remained soft and sultry.
 
William held the phone a little tighter to his ear. What kind of hotel was this.. "Uh..could you elaborate what the virign quim dish is? I think Im not understanding.."
 
Connie

Connie head was beginning to swim, she had never been waited on by anyone naked, and certainly never by anyone that was erect, and certainly by anyone that was THAT long, and the food looked like it was covered in... OH MY!!

She was speechless, and barely remembered to shake her head no. She glanced over at the other customer, wondering is she was experiencing this bizarre situation.
 
Jina

"It's a British dish, a succulent oyster is steamed, the tighter ones are tender and are considered 'virgin' they are then cracked a tiny bit and covered in oil, this causes the juices to flow out, which are considered the most tasty part. It is an amazing dish and many consider it an aphrodisiac as the quim/oyster tastes like a sexually aroused female. Personally I never eat this dish alone."
 
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