Word of my decision to relocate to Las Vegas spread quickly among my buddies. We men lack the ability to voice how much a changing friendship dynamic is going to suck. Knowing my comrades would be attending Sox games, indulging in libations at our favorite Irish pub and serving as wingmen for one another without me burned a little. To ease the burn, I made each promise to visit, insisting I would afford them Vegas debauchery to the highest degree.
I instinctively knew, Travis, a previous college roommate, would be the first to oblige. I had no clue it would be so soon. He’d scored a killer deal on a flight I suspect he purchased after too many Heinekens, given his late-night, slurred voicemail announcing his impending Thursday arrival.
I could not request Friday off given my new-hire status, so Travis opted for a hotel room on the Strip in an effort to maximize his recreation time. Anyone who has visited Sin City knows it’s much grander in person than imaginable, and Travis was no exception. We caught up over the esteemed tasting menu at Alizé at The Palms Thursday night. Regrettably, I had to make an early exit because I needed to be functional Friday morning.
Travis, however, reveled in Vegas allure well into the night. Friday’s string of texts alerted me to the fact he was pretty pumped by the plethora of ads for in-room female entertainment at every turn. He was hinting in a major way that he wanted to partake in some form before his plane took off.
Strippers in Vegas are everywhere, and I could tell he was buying into the falsehood that those advertised on handbills and on trucks in Vegas were the real deal. When we met up at a Mandalay Bay bar Friday, he actually had a few cards in hand, grinning like a kid on Christmas. Thankfully, I had done some legwork at the office regarding the best options for this undertaking.
Charlie, a coworker around my age, is a guy I’ve fast warmed up to. He’s relatable, and I felt comfortable asking him for some direction. I explained wanting to show my friend an exceptional time since I was feeling pretty awful about my early bail on Thursday. I wasn’t exactly sure what I was looking for, and suspected Charlie would appropriately direct me in how to secure a pair of great looking girls to pay us a visit.
I could not have been any more correct.
“Man, you need Bunnies,” he announced instantly. He went on to explain that this company, Bunnies of Las Vegas Escorts, is his go-to when it comes to strippers for Vegas bachelor parties he has planned for friends. He confirmed my suspicion that if a guy seeks to have a quality Vegas escort or stripper pay a visit, those advertising on handbills and the like should be avoided. He insisted the lovely ladies at Bunnies of Las Vegas escorts would not disappoint.
He could not have been any more correct.
In the spirit of sharing reviews of new Vegas experiences and because Mom has yet to learn about the existence of this site, I’m offering up a review of sorts of our experience with two young Bunnies who knocked it out of the park.
Of the two of us, Travis is the one with the ability to request large breasts like he’s asking for anchovies, so he was the man to make the call. He performed the task at hand with ease and even asked if he could request one of the two be Asian and that they had prior experience working as a duo. Travis was promised two girls, and we made the expedited strut to his room in much the same manner we did when going to our first college parties.
In his effort to find a cheap place to stay on the Strip, Travis stumbled on an impressive room deal at Mandalay Bay. The spacious accommodations would provide the perfect platform for our live entertainment. While I’d been somewhat nonchalant about the endeavor, excitement was overtaking me. Being single for some time, the thought of luxuriating in the feminine form was invigorating.
Arriving faster than we assumed, we were in awe the moment our young ladies entered the room. Kym, a generously chested Asian, and Abby, a red-hot redhead, were consummate professionals, dressed to the nines, and simply gorgeous. Seeming to possess a six sense that we were new to this, they were gentle!
As music began to flow from a small Bluetooth speaker, the girls embarked on a downtempo groove that was engaging and highly erotic. Subsequent songs amped up their display quite nicely. They had to have worked together previously because they were entirely at ease and really played off one another’s sensuality. Giggles escaped when Abby freed Kym of her skin-tight ensemble but struggled briefly with a zipper. This was hot as hell, and they weren’t even fully unclothed at this point.
At the risk of sounding coy, I am going to save the most erotic details for the memory bank. What bears mentioning, though, is Kym and Abby’s way of making the time spent feel upscale and relaxed. They were confident and classy from start to remarkable finish. They were not in a rush to make a dash for the door and even engaged in conversation regarding the best clubs for singles in Vegas.
Travis’ first foray into Vegas decadence was epic thanks to Kym and Abby. I have to give the biggest shout out to Bunnies of Las Vegas Escorts and Charlie for his recommendation because I’m certain Travis is going to brag up his stay in Sin City to the guys back home, building my rep as a top-notch host.