Backstage At Chippendales (12 page)

ONE of the great pilgrimages the whole Chippendales club went on was a trip to the great Las Vegas Sands Hotel where we were to put on the show of a lifetime, and I was to be a part of it. With the overnight stay at the great hotel, it was a chance for some of the local Chippendales boys to get a taste of what it was like to live the life of those on tour—which was a hedonistic and glorious life.  It was for one night only, a Saturday, and we all caravanned out to the desert to the great hotel to be part of the big show. We were all assigned rooms with one other dancer or host, and I got assigned this guy Mark, a newer guy, a host, whom I really did not know well.  I rode out in my car with my friend Tohr and one other guy, and the talk was boisterous and loud and all of women and conquest. When we arrived, we all headed straight for the pool area to show off our Chippendale physiques and begin attracting the ladies. Guys like Bernie Tavis began disappearing with ladies back to their rooms right off the bat. Lesser guys, like me, would have to wait until that night’s show.  Jeez, out Bernie came again, only to return to his room again, this time with TWO girls!  What a
God
that guy was!

My afternoon preparation for the show included pushups, situps, and injections of Primobolan and Deca-Durabolan (see previous chapter) in my buttocks, as well as generally fasting so that I would look ripped for the show.  Now we had a pre-show rehearsal to go to in order to go through the various changes to our usual show.  The main change, as far as I was concerned, was that I was going to get some stage time, being introduced along with a few of the other better-looking hosts and waiters. (My own “Kokomo” number had been cancelled a while back, what with it sucking and all, largely due to my own ineptitude as a choreographed dancer).  Anyway, I was eager for the stage time, and was looking forward to being part of the main act again.  My part of the act was to line up in a large “V” with me leading the point of the ‘V’ aiming into the audience. There were a few dance moves, but nothing I couldn’t handle.

Come showtime, the grand ballroom filled up fast and early.  It was a capacity crowd and then some.  It was a young crowd, and these ladies were all dolled up to the nines.  My waiting tables section was at the front just to the right. It promised to be a crazy night from the beginning. Drink orders were flying—we just couldn’t keep up with them. The banter was heavy and the but-grabbing was aplenty. I had six tables with twenty-eight women to keep happy and that was more than enough, even with the help of two extra 

hosts who were positioned in my section for no other reason than to talk to the women and to be groped.  One table in particular had a pair of gals that truly caught my eye, though. Little did I know what was in store.  They were pretty blondes, tan, both about 5’7”, one with a teasingly come-hither smile with a seductively cute dimple to one side.  Her name was Janie, and her cohort with the bleach blonde hair was Heather. They were both from Seattle, and both were stunningly beautiful…the word “pretty” does not go far enough.  Janie’s intentions were made clear from the start, because when I sat down in her lap, she gave me a wet, sexy kiss on the neck, and her dainty hand quickly slipped its way inside my spandex pants for a quick grope around my cock, which became hard, right away.  She gave me skilled massage to let me taste what she had to offer, and my stiffness told her that I was interested. She and I gave each other a knowing look and I said, “So I guess I’ll be seeing you after the show.”  She replied coyly, “So I guess maybe you will.”  From that point on, I could think of nothing else.  

             
It was all I could do to maintain my professionalism, (which I did) and continue to spread myself equal-time and equal-flirtation among my tables and my ladies for the remainder of the show.  I was proud of my accomplishment, and my tips reflected it.  My ladies really enjoyed themselves.  I stayed for pictures thereafter, signing calendars, and a few breasts (there are always a few ladies who wanted their boobs signed), with a watchful peripheral eye on Janie, who just sat there patiently, sipping on her Malibu Rum, smiling at me.  Somehow, during all of this, her friend Heather had figured out who my roommate was, Mark, and had made good friends with him.  These two had it all figured out; they didn’t want to get separated, and Janie was going to be with me, so Heather pretty much had to get with Mark or be alone.

             
When I was finally finished and the ballroom was mostly cleared, Janie got up and took a $5 Chippendale-approved Polaroid with me. Then, without any words, we clasped hands and headed off through the side exit to my room.  Heather and Mark followed.  No sooner had we gotten through that side exit than Janie threw me up against the wall and planted a huge wet kiss on my lips that knocked me for a loop. Oh my what a kiss! We stared into each others eyes for a moment thereafter, and still, there was no talk of “where do you want to go?” and “do you want to gamble?” or anything…it was just understood that we were going to my room, but then again, Mark and I had to change.  But we all knew we were never going to leave that room.  We held hands and rushed all the way there.

             
Now I am usually drunk or at least heavily buzzed for such encounters, but not the case here…in this case I was buzzed on pure lust alone.  Janie and Heather—well, they had had a bunch of cocktails.  Anyway, we got to the room and started making out, but were faced with a problem straight away—two queen beds that were adjacent to one another…so we called housekeeping and asked for another foldaway bed that could be put way over by the door for some extra privacy.  The bed came almost immediately, and that did the trick.  Janie and I set about the glorious task of making love all night long.  I had only one rubber, and I

knew this would be at least a four rubber night, so I just went commando from the start. This was in the days before AIDS was a problem within the heterosexual community, though.  I am still thankful to this day that I never caught any diseases while working at Chippendales, though. 

Anyway, Janie and I were about an hour into it, when we heard a shriek from across the darkened hotel suite.  It was Heather.  Then came the word “ANTS!”  Apparently, there were a trail of little black ants crawling up the side of hers and Mark’s bed!  This provided some comic relief and a breather for about 20 minutes while housekeeping came in and sprayed.  The smell of the bugspray seemed to quell the aspirations of those two, but Janie and I were undeterred, and we went right back to our lovemaking.  

             
In between our voracious sex, Janie and I got to talking…she and her friend Heather both worked for Blue Shield as claims examiners during the day and moonlighted as strippers at night at the most famous gentleman’s club in Seattle. 

             
After a sleepless night with my Seattle friend, I felt not tired, but invigorated. Heather and Janie departed, but not without exchanging telephone numbers with Mark and myself.  I knew I’d be talking with Janie again, and I couldn’t wait to see her. She was one of the most skilled sexual partners I had ever been with, if not
the most
. 

             
The trip home was, once again, filled with loud and boisterous talk of women and conquest…and a pit-stop at the In-N-Out Burger, natch.  When I got home, there was already a message waiting for me on my machine.  “Hi, Greg, this is Janie from Seattle…”   I was pleased, to say the least.  I called her back, and we talked for hours.  Janie and I spoke at least once a day for the next several weeks.  We even engaged in phone sex…regularly. 

             
Janie and I soon decided that she would fly down to visit me for the weekend in Orange County (south of Los Angeles, where I lived).  When she arrived on Friday afternoon, I can still picture her in this silver mini-skirt, tube top and beautiful as the day we met, big disarming smile complete her darling dimple. She gave me a huge hug and whispered in my ear that she was wearing no panties. Shwing!  Now you’d think that we’d head straight for the bedroom, but, first thing I had scheduled was a visit to the hospital to see my friend Steve Gears who had been in a serious auto accident the day before.  After seeing poor Steve and him telling us all about the accident and how much his penis catheter hurt, Janie and I headed for the most beautiful downtown L.A. hotel suite I could book, the hotel with the five circular metallic towers that you see in all the pictures.  Janie was duly impressed.  I made sure to have a big bottle of her favorite, Malibu Rum, with us, not that I needed to get her drunk.  Once up in the suite, Janie performed a sensual dance for me, (remember, she was a stripper as well) asking what was my most incredible fantasy, and she would do it.  I told her that
she
was my fantasy.  Janie smiled, and kept dancing.  She performed

oral sex on me, swinging her long hair around my cock in teasing fashion.  I came and came, and she swallowed it all.  This was all before we ever got to the bed.

             
On Saturday, we traveled over to my college stomping grounds in Westwood, California, by UCLA, and did some shopping, where we found some suitable matching sweatshirts.  Then we headed down the 405 to Huntington Beach, the stomping grounds of my youth, and checked into a hotel right on the beach.  We went to dinner, picked up another bottle of Malibu Rum, then got a blanket and made love on the beach at sunset on Sunset Beach. The next day, we spent a leisurely afternoon on the beach, relaxing and drinking Coors Light, then sneaking back to the hotel for one last session of lovemaking before a late checkout.  It was a wonderful, romantic weekend, and I was sorry to see her go early Sunday evening.

Weeks later, Janie invited me up to visit her in Seattle, and I accepted.  It was the Christmas season by now, (winter break for Chippendales), so last minutes flights would be expensive. In order to conserve my money for when I got up there, I decided not to fly, but to drive and put the tab on my Chevron and Mobil gas cards.

             
With Janie on my mind, I made the trip from Orange County (south of Los Angeles, California) to Seattle, Washington, all the way up the

Interstate-5 in 18 straight hours.  That’s about 1,200 miles with only about an hour or so worth of stops.  Thank you radar detector! 

             
When I got to Janie’s house, we were in bed together within five minutes.  She taught me this new thing where she put her legs together and my legs were on the outside so her pussy was even tighter.  It was incredible!  Afterwards, we sat and watched the “Lost Boys” on video and cuddled awhile, then made love again afterwards. Over the next few days, Janie took me around her stomping grounds, took me to the drive in movies, and we played mini-golf…I still have the little red pencil for the GolfLand to this day!  One day I got to meet her mother, sister, brother and grandfather.  I felt very special to be meeting her family, and they were all really nice.  They lived in a house on one of the many lakes near Seattle, and that night, Janie, her sister and I went and sat on the dock by the lake by the light of the full moon and they told me stories of flying saucers that had been seen there over the years.  Yes, flying saucers!

             
The next night, Janie and I headed over to her friend Heather’s apartment.  It was there that I discovered that Janie and Heather dabbled in crystal meth (crystalline form of methamphetamine).  “Crystal’s not addictive!” Janie declared, as though it were a known fact.  What did I know? I believed her at the time, but did not partake of the substance.

  Out of the blue, Janie and Heather asked me what I thought of ‘two girls together’. I was taken aback, but I said, “Hey, its fine by me.”  With that, the two of them started kissing. I sat back in amazement at the two beauties before me, noticing that they kept looking over at me while they were kissing.  Oh this is just getting better and better! Janie’s hand went down to Heather’s right breast and started kneading it, wistfully.  Soon, Janie pulled down heather’s halter top, and started kissing her breast, tickling it with her tongue. “Ooooohhhh…” moaned Heather. Heather then pulled down Janie’s top, revealing Janie’s ample breasts and began kissing them, running her tongue in circles around Janie’s areolas, all the while, Janie was looking straight into my eyes. Janie then removed her top, and Heather did the same, and Janie unzipped and stepped out of her skirt and sandals, but Heather left hers on. Then Janie sits down on the barstool and Heather knelt on the floor, and began licking the insides of Janie’s thighs, deftly pulling aside Janie’s panties.  Heather looks over at me and smiles and says laughingly, “Watch this.” Heather begins to lap at Janie’s pussy as Janie tilts her head back and moans, rubbing her hands through Heather’s hair.   Soon Janie is moaning louder and putting her feet on Heather’s shoulders, pressing her pussy into Heather’s face, “Ohhh, I’m cumming,

Ohhhh God, Greg, I’m cummmmmming!” and as she’s saying it Janie is looking over at me. It was such a turn on--I had a total chubbie. 

As Janie is recovering, Heather takes off her sandals, skirt and panties, and then finally removes Janie’s panties, which were soaked by this point.  Janie then turns to me and says, “Let’s take this into the bedroom.”  I hesitate for a moment, and Heather says, “Come on, Greg, don’t be shy, I won’t bite…not unless you want me to.” 

             
Once in the bedroom, both girls turn to me, first Janie kisses me, then drops to the floor and starts unbuckling my pants…meanwhile Heather starts kissing me. Janie makes short work of my pants and soon envelops my stiffness with her warm mouth. Heather is pressing her huge boobs into my chest and kissing me hard. Conscious of the fact that Heather has not yet come, I say to Janie, “Let’s take care of Heather first.”  Janie agrees, and we lay Heather down on the bed.  I drop down and start eating Heather’s pussy while Janie pulls my shoes off and then my pants.  Without skipping a beat on Heather’s box, I quickly pull off my shirt and continue munching.  Janie comes up between my legs and begins tickling my balls and then licking them as I keep treating Heather’s nethers to a lustful licking.  Then Janie comes around and starts making out with Heather again, but then climbs on top of Heather’s face and straddles her!  I heighten my efforts on her pussy

and Heather seizes up and squeezes her legs around my head, ramming my face into her with her hands. As I grind myself into her loins, her pussy floods with sweet nectar and she lets out a loud yelp, followed by softer moans, loosening her grasp on my head.  Janie looks back at me and winks, “Nice job, Greg. Now fuck her good.”  I figure this would be a good time to sink it all in, so I pull up and slide it in gently, knowing I had just made her cum.  “Oooohhh!” cries out Heather, and I feel her pussy begin to spasm some more as I go.  I pump and pump into Heather’s tight, wet little box, until Janie turns and slides down, facing me, to Heather’s midsection, and its obvious what she wants, so I take it out of Heather, and slide it slowly into Janie. Ohhhh, Yeah!  After a brief kiss with Janie, Heather’s hands make their way onto Janie’s tits, and pull her back. Now I’ve got two pussies before me, and I’m pumping my way into Janie, who’s on top, and beginning to moan loudly, and I can already feel her pussy convulse, thanks to Heather’s warming her up for me.  Janie’s playing with her own clitoris while I’m fucking her, and then she bursts out and screams, “Oh, Greg, I want you to come, NOW!” as her pussy starts cum around my cock. I pull out and spray my snizz all over Janie’s pussy, Heather’s pussy and then some on Janie’s tits.  The three of us collapse on the bed in utter exhaustion and lay there for several minutes, pleasured and spent.

Janie and I parted ways a few days later, but we were already talking about her moving down to Los Angeles with me.  Her friend Heather was interested in moving down, too.