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 �>�Las Vegas Convention by Lisa Rogers

   Las Vegas Convention Part 1

   People who have followed my adventures, know that I set goals for
myself, and often times creating tiers that define success or failure.  The
more I beat my goal by, the greater my reward.  The more I miss my goal by,
the greater my punishment.  Since I have a fascination with risking being
caught naked, my penalties often include the loss of my clothing in
situations with varying degrees of risking being caught naked, often in
public.

   The longer I have been into this, the more and more risk I seem to be
adding to my penalties.  Everywhere I go, I am constantly looking for ways
to integrate my surroundings into a penalty dare.  It scares me to know
that my mind is constantly raising the bar for risk.  I have noticed that
if I am fantasizing about raising the bar, actually doing these fantasies
is not far behind.

   Usually, my penalties give me at least a chance of completing my
punishment without being caught.  This time, my penalty would guarantee
that many people would see me naked for an extended period of time.

   Las Vegas is the site to countless company meetings, professional
organization and trade show conventions etc.  It seems that every time I
have been to Las Vegas, it has been for a meeting or convention.  As I have
toured around The Strip and surrounding areas through the years, I noticed
that there was a fully nude strip club featuring amateur night.  I checked
out their website and read some reviews online, and all of a sudden, the
idea was forever trapped in my mind.

   At first, this was too big of a step for me to take, but as time went
on, and my risk tolerance increased, I just had to risk it.  The first time
I risked this as my punishment, I was able to meet my goal and reward
myself with a weekend ski trip instead.  Despite this, I couldn -(TM)t
shake this as a penalty, I had to risk this again.  So I again set this as
a punishment with graduated risks and dares for poor performance against an
established goal.

   It had to happen, I lost a bet with myself as I failed to meet a goal
that I set earlier.  Now the planning begins.  My first task was to find a
professional convention to attend.  Without spending too much time, I was
able to find a convention that is very loosely associated with what I do
for a living.  Since I am a business consultant often working on system
implementation, I thought a system hardware convention would be enough of
an association without raising any flags as to why as I there.  Not only
that, the convention attendees would be 90+% male.  Perfect fit.

   As the date of my punishment neared, I made all the travel arrangements
ensuring to arrive a few days early to make sure all preparations were
made. I also watched that movie with Demi Moore where she played the part
of a stripper.

   Upon arriving in Las Vegas, I checked into my hotel and headed to the
pool to plan out the week ahead.  After I noticed that I had enough sun, I
went back to the room to get ready and set things into motion.  The day
ended with Dinner and the best show that I could get into with short
notice. The next day, I made my way to the strip club to sign up as a
contestant, take a quick tour, meet with the manager to go over rules,
getting to know one of the dancers to get a few pointers.  I think that I
-(TM)m ready, I thought to myself.

   When the convention arrived, it was no surprise that I stood out being
one of the few women.  There was one, perhaps two other women that were
attractive.  The other women were overweight and/or too old.  Needless to
say, I attracted a lot of attention.  The convention ran from Monday
evening arrivals, dinner and reception (first real day was Tuesday), to
Thursday, with noon departures.  Amateur night was on Wednesday, meaning I
would have to endure one half day having to face the people who might have
witnessed my humiliation.



   Las Vegas Convention Part 2

   My first task was to identify guys who would play a part in my
punishment.  According to the terms of my punishment, I would need to find;
one guy that I would need to actually invite to amateur night, give him a
flyer, tell him that I would be a contestant, encouraging him to go by
confessing that I would take off all my clothes and that he would see me
completely naked.  I would also need to find two guys that I would need to
show them a flyer advertising amateur night and joke that I should be a
contestant.  Finally, I would need to find a group of three or more guys
and ensure that they see a flyer.

   These things are all to ensure that I am increasing my risk that someone
would attend amateur night, see me naked, know that it was me, and that I
would see the next day at the convention.  The thought of this was a cross
between excitement and humiliation. 

   Computer guys score higher than average on the nerd index, so I knew
that if I profiled the guys carefully, I could limit how wide the news will
spread.  To accomplish this, I circulated among the different groups
looking to find cast members in my punishment.

   For the guy that I would have to spill the beans to, I was looking for a
loner with poor social skills that doesn -(TM)t really ever contribute to
any conversation.  It didn -(TM)t take long to find the star of my cast. 
There was a poor guy named Frank that has probably never kissed a girl in
his life.  I like these guys, since they are easy to control, present no
risk and are very loyal.

   For the two guys that I need to hint that I would participate in amateur
night, I was looking for an inseparable duo that pretty much just hang out
together and show no interest in meeting new people.  This took a little
longer, but I found my two marks on the second day.

   For the three or more, it could be about any group, so I didn -(TM)t
invest two much time on this one.

   The convention was about as boring as you would expect, but Wednesday
did come around.  Today is the big day I thought.  I wore a short but
professional skirt and a bright orange blouse to really mark myself.  After
lunch, it was time to go to work.  I had been working on Frank all
convention long.  Finally I cornered him during a break and struck up a
conversation.  About half way through the break, I did it. 

   My conversation went something like this:  -�Frank, what are you doing
this evening? -�  -�Oh I don -(TM)t know -� he said.  I responded by saying
 -�I have an idea, tonight is amateur night at a local strip club and I
have decided to enter as a contestant -� as I handed him a flyer.  I went
on to explain that this is on my bucket list and I would really like
someone that I trusted for moral support, as I flashed a big smile.  I
could tell that he was very uncomfortable but very interested.  He froze
and said nothing not knowing what to do with this information that landed
in his lap.  I continued by saying that I would be taking off all my
clothing and that he would be able to see me completely naked, as I flashed
another smile.  He really didn -(TM)t know what to do at this point.  I
knew that I found the right guy.

   I decided to press the issue by asking him what he thought about what my
proposal.  He just gave out a nervous laugh and wore a shy grin, and said 
-�I don -(TM)t know -�.   -�I think that you really do want to go -� I
said.  -�It -(TM)s really fine -� I said.   -�You do want to see me naked
don -(TM)t you? -� as I flashed the biggest smile and a short laugh.  I
finally broke him as he said  -�I guess that would be fun -�.   -�I really
hope that you come tonight -� I said.  With that, I walked off to my next
group.

   I had about five minutes to go before the break was over, so I quickly
found my duo sitting by themselves.  I joined their conversation asking
them what they thought of the convention so far.  Then I quickly produced a
flyer for amateur night and said,  -�Look what I found in the ladies room,
perhaps I should be a contestant, what do you guys think? -� They looked at
it and laughed,  -�Yeah, go for it -�.  I quickly changed the subject, then
found my seat as the break was ending.

   The convention continued with one of the most boring speakers that I had
ever heard.  Thankfully, the convention came to a close as people were
heading out to leave for dinner.  This was my last chance, so I looked
around for a group of three or more guys that I had circulated with earlier
who I knew would be happy to have a visit from me.

   I looked around and found a group of four guys that I had hung out with
earlier.  As I approached the group, I tried to figure out how I was going
to introduce the flyer to the group.  As I entered the circle, people were
happy to see me.  We chatted for a while as I was trying to figure out how
to introduce the flyer.  Thankfully, one of the guys saw the flyer and
asked about it.  I handed the flyer to him, explaining what it was, and
said that I found it in the ladies room.   -�Here you keep it, I don -(TM)t
need it -�.

   As the group broke up, I went my way thinking  -�Mission accomplished
-�. Not it -(TM)s time to get ready for tonight.



   Las Vegas Convention Part 3

   When I arrived back in my room, I disposed of all conference material
and stood in front of the mirror.  As I looked at myself, I thought  -�Wow,
this is it! -� For the next few hours, I focused on my punishment.  I am so
glad that I met that dancer earlier in the week, she gave me some good
advice and basic dance moves.  As I stood there, I removed my clothing
piece by piece.  In less than one minute, I was completely naked and
staring at my naked body.

   Wow, what a coveted view, I thought.  A view that many men wish they
could have, but few have been privileged to have.  Up until this point, my
many naked adventures were structured around risking being caught naked,
but trying not to be caught.  Even still, I have been caught, but it was by
chance and the glimpse was often fleeting.  The times I have lost a strip
poker, I at least had an even chance of winning, and I have won many strip
poker games.

   This time it -(TM)s different, this time I will be giving away all my
feminine secrets to anybody why wants to see, and I will get nothing from
them.  Anybody in the world had the guaranteed right to see me completely
naked, simply by walking through that door, I won -(TM)t know who it is and
I have no say in the matter.  They will see me completely naked, but I won
-(TM)t see them.  This thought kept playing in my mind and I was getting so
turned on by the imbalance of power that I was going to experience in just
a few hours.

   After getting lost in that fantasy, I looked at the clock and realized
that I better start practice my moves.  I decided to go with medium heels,
a pair of thong panties, short skirt and the same bright orange blouse that
I wore earlier.  The big difference with the blouse is that it will be
unbuttoned, but tied together just under my breasts.

   After getting dressed in my outfit, I rehearsed my moves in front of the
mirror.  The song that I chose was just under four minutes.  To satisfy my
punishment, I would need to spend two minutes and thirty seconds completely
naked on stage, so I have just over one minute to shed my clothing.  Over
and over, I rehearsed my moves, watching the clock carefully.  I knew at
what point of the song, I would need to be in my routine.  It wasn -(TM)t a
very polished routine, but guys expect that at amateur night.  It gives
them the sense that they are getting something that can -(TM)t be gotten
very easily, which makes it a better show.  It -(TM)s like when someone has
to strip in a strip poker game, but you know they don -(TM)t want to and
they are really embarrassed by it.  It -(TM)s that much more fun to watch.

   After hours of prep, it was time to leave for the club.  I grabbed my
outfit and left the room to hail a cab.  I arrived at the club with extra
time on my hands, so I went in and hung out by the door watching to see if
there was anyone I recognized.  I thought this would add to the excitement
knowing if there was someone that I would see the next day.

   Every time the door opened, I felt a rush of nervous excitement knowing
that they would see me and possibly recognize me.  It -(TM)s kind of like
playing Russian roulette.  Men came in through the door, some as
individuals and some in groups, but I didn -(TM)t recognize them.  However
since I was one of a few attractive women at the convention, they were more
likely to recognize me than the other way around.

   Just then it happened, the four guys that I gave the flyer to walked
through the door and recognized me right away.  I was so filled with
nervous excitement / humiliation that I didn -(TM)t know what to do.  
-�Lisa -� they said,  -�is that you? -� Utterly embarrassed, I knew I was
caught.  I forced a smile and greeted them.  Are you here for amateur night
one of the guys asked?  No way out now, so I just smiled and said I was one
of the contestants tonight.  They were all pretty jacked up about that
since they were checking me out during the convention.  I -(TM)m sure they
were getting ideas at the convention, now they were about to get more than
they bargained for.

   After some small talk, I excused myself and went backstage.  The stakes
were now much higher for me knowing they were there.  In life, I would have
given them no chance to ever see me naked, now, I will be serving myself to
them on a silver platter.  I wonder who else would show up.

   Backstage, we went over the events of the evening with the manager and
we were given an order of appearance.  I was just over half way through the
line-up.  Most of the girls who signed up were there, but a few chickened
out.  As the minutes ticked by, I changed in to my outfit going over my
routine in my head.  The dancer that I met days before was there and we
chatted for a few minutes.

   Next thing I knew, the manager came in and told us to get in line and
get ready, because amateur night was about to start.  Just then the reality
of my situation hit me and I started to get nervous.  Over the PA system, I
heard the DJ announce the start of amateur night.  He announced the first
amateur as she made her way to the stage.