Chapter 13

When we ventured out on the street I told Jacqui that I was going to start extracting some services for what I had paid her. She looked at me with kind of a worried frown on her face, certainly not sure what I meant by that. As we walked down the street, I saw ahead of us what I was looking for. We were in Nevada where prostitution is actually legal. I doubt there’s a town in Nevada that doesn’t have at least one sex shop and Virginia City certainly wasn’t an exception. I was holding Jacqui’s sexy hand as we walked down the old boardwalk and she hesitated quite a little when I started to pull her into the Lover’s Nest.

I told her that since she was my slut for the weekend, she needed to look the part and I was going to buy her an appropriate dress. She didn’t seem too happy about it and asked me, “Don’t you think maybe you’re carrying this role play a bit too far?”

I smiled at her, “Sweetheart, we’ve only just begun.”

She reluctantly followed me into the store. We were met by a pretty, young sales girl named Marci asking if she could help. I couldn’t help but think about the time I went into Victoria’s Secret the first time, several months earlier and another pretty, young lady named Jacqui offered to help me find clothes for my wife. I didn’t think Jacqui would approve if I asked this pretty lady to try on the clothes for me, like I had with her that first time.

I told Marci that we were looking for a very sexy dress for my girlfriend. She led us to the dress racks and we told her we’d look and let her know if we found anything. We went to the size four section and started looking through them, picking one out now and then that we liked. Jacqui was starting to enjoy herself, holding up one after the other in front of her to visualize how she’d look in it. We looked at ultra mini dresses, backless dresses, long dresses with a slit to above the hip, picking out a few for her to try on when I saw the dress I knew instantly I wanted for her. It was a shiny gold metallic material, with the front and back tied together by little straps all the way up the side showing her hips completely. It was fairly short, about mid-thigh, then, just above where her panty line would have been, it split into two sections again showing her stomach and cleavage, with the two sections covering her breasts tied together by the same sexy straps as the sides. The back above the hips was bare, with the gold straps stretching around the back. It was the sexiest and most revealing by far of all the ones we had picked out.

When I held that dress up for Jacqui’s inspection, her face turned bright red and she started to stammer, “You wouldn’t. No way could I wear that, I’d be practically naked!”

“Sweetheart,” I told her, “You work in Victoria’s Secret. You sell sexy dresses all the time!”

“But nothing like that!” she complained.

I smiled at her and asked her to try it on. I took her by the hand and we found Marci and asked to use the fitting room. Marci saw the dress that I was holding and said to Jacqui, “You’ll look beautiful in that.”

When Jacqui emerged from the fitting room a few minutes later, I couldn’t believe my eyes. She was more stunning than any woman I had ever seen before, even my wife. Her skin was naturally tan and the gold color looked beautiful on her. The hemline was about eight inches above her knees, just low enough to be decent. The straps on her hips were strategically placed so there would be no way to wear panties and certainly not a bra! The material wasn’t see-through at all, it was thin enough to clearly show the outline of her nipples, which were very pointed and obviously very hard. It just barely covered her nipples and aerolas with maybe half an inch to spare. I’m sure my face showed how awe-struck I was as I instantly blurted out to Marci, “We’ll take it!”

Jacqui slowly turned around so that I could see the back. It was open, plunging down to just slightly reveal a hint of her butt crack. The front was held tight by tiny, nearly invisible elastic straps around her back, with the metallic gold straps hanging loosely across her back. It had exactly the look I wanted, very elegantly slutty. Exactly how I imagined a high class call girl would look.

Next, I wanted something for her to wear during the day. I’d already seen a couple blouses that I thought would be appropriate, silky and very slinky, including the one she was wearing this morning. The challenge was that I wanted something for her to wear under them that she normally wouldn’t wear. Her bras were all pretty sexy, from Victoria’s Secret. But none of them were like I wanted for her. Jacqui was browsing through some more dresses while I told Marci what I was looking for. She looked at Jacqui, got a smile on her face and led me right to them. A half bra, intended to hold her boobs up, prominently displaying her totally bare nipples.

I know what you’re thinking, but what can I say? I’m a guy and I like to show off my girl! And under the circumstances, having paid her a thousand dollars for the weekend, I felt like I had a right to. When I took it over and asked Jacqui to try it on, she looked at me and said, “No way! That’s going too far. I’m not wearing that!”

“You’re bought and paid for my dear. You should have thought about that before wanting a thousand dollars for the weekend!”

She glared at me a bit and resignedly took it into the dressing room. When she came out wearing the bra under her blouse, her breasts and nipples were standing at full attention with no hint there was anything at all under her blouse. Marci looked at Jacqui, then inquisitively at me. “We’ll take it, two of them!

Jacqui started to go back in the dressing room, I supposed probably to change back into the bra she wore into the store. I stopped her and told her that she could wear it now. Just to make sure she didn’t change, I went in and retrieved her original one.

I made our purchases and we started back down the boardwalk to the Silver Queen. I couldn’t help but keep glancing over at the nipples, I mean girl, walking alongside me. We walked past several people and some of them blatantly watched Jacqui and some tried to be nonchalant, but their eyes were swiveling in their heads as we walked past.

As we were walking up the stairs, Jacqui whispered to me, “I’m so damn horny! I want to fuck!”

I was just as aroused as she was, but like at the Oregon coast, I knew going through the day in that condition was so much fun! “Not yet sweetheart, we have lots to do.”

As soon as we got into our room, Jacqui attacked me, kissing me with her tongue halfway down my throat and moaning how much she wanted me. I kissed her back just as passionately, rubbing my hands over her nipples, pinching them through her thin blouse, trying to make her even more aroused than she already was. When she started to unzip my pants, I pushed her away and told her we needed to get packed and checked out. She moaned her frustration and finished packing her suitcase, very carefully folding her new dress on top.

We loaded our suitcases in the car and I asked Jacqui if she wanted to explore a little more of Virginia City before we drove back to Reno.

We walked up the boardwalk, window shopping in various shops. Lots of touristy little shops, a leather shop that I really liked with beautiful items. Jacqui found a leather jacket she thought would look great on me. I did too, except for one tiny detail, $899.99! We passed on it. There was a leather dress, much like what I would suspect an Indian maiden would have worn I would have loved to get for either Jacqui or Michelle, but same problem – EXPENSIVE! We passed on that store.

I have to admit that I was enjoying the glances Jacqui was getting from both men and women with her nipples poking through her blouse!

A little further was the old territorial prison from 1869, now a museum. It had rooms for all kinds of various executions and tortures, a gas chamber, suffocation chamber, the hell hole in the basement and so on. Not a very pleasant place! I don’t think Jacqui was overly impressed.

Across the street we saw a photo shop where they took old time photos. I asked Jacqui about getting our picture taken and she was all for it. They had all kinds of frontier clothes and props. I thought it would be appropriate for Jacqui to be a dance hall girl and she was all for it as well. I wanted to be sheriff Wyatt Earp, snuggling my girl! The picture came out great, Jacqui had on a blue dance hall dress, showing lots of cleavage. Jacqui’s push up bra was perfect. No, I’m not going to send anyone a copy of the picture, so don’t bother asking!

Another store I especially enjoyed was an art gallery (I use the term ‘art’ pretty loosely). It had old time paintings that were printed on old barn wood. I bought one of a pretty girl leading her horse for Michelle and Jacqui liked one with a couple cowboys by a campfire, so I bought that one for her.

Thankfully, the weather wasn’t too hot. The two times that Michelle and I had been there (once right after our wedding), it was so hot as to be almost unbearable.

We didn’t want to be too late getting to Reno, so mid-afternoon we left Virginia City and drove around through Carson City and back to Reno. I had reservations at the Peppermill Hotel/Casino on Virginia Street, just down the street a ways from Reno’s famous sign stretching across the street, “The Biggest Little City in the World.”

It was early evening when we checked in, so we walked down to the casino and promptly lost twenty dollars each in the slot machines. I’ve never been much of a gambler and didn’t play blackjack or the other games, just the slots. Jacqui hadn’t ever been to a casino, so it was pretty exciting to her. The most exciting for me was watching Jacqui having fun, and the guys around her trying to inconspicuously catch peeks of her boobs! I wasn’t sure about her, but I know I was getting hornier and hornier, watching her!

Around seven o’clock, we went back to our room and got dressed for dinner. We were going to the Peppermill’s Terrace Lounge where they had an Australian band, Mustered Courage, playing later that evening. I dressed in a nice pair of slacks and a silky dress shirt and Jacqui put on the ultra sexy gold dress we bought that morning. When she walked out of the dressing room, her make-up on, hair brushed down and that sexy dress, I was like “WOW, this girl is mine!” Every time she dressed up, it seemed she was more beautiful than the last time. She smiled at me, did a little circle and asked, “You like?”

“Yeah, I like! Jacqui, you’re absolutely ravishing! I doubt anybody will even notice the band playing with you in the room.” I was so horny that it was all I could do not to tear it right back off of her. Then, it didn’t help when she walked over to me, wrapped her arms around my neck and gave me one of those kisses that would raise a dead man’s cock! When I reached inside her dress and started massaging a bare breast under her dress, she pushed me away and said we had to go downstairs. The vamp!

This was the first time I had been in the Peppermill. Michelle and I had stayed in Circus Circus the times we were in Reno. The Peppermill and especially the lounge were completely different. CC is very family oriented but the Terrace Lounge is nothing if not sexy! We sat on a raised balcony area overlooking the swim pool with several bikini clad girls playing in the water. The stage was at one end, with a dance floor between it and the pool.

When Jacqui and I walked in, she instantly became the center of attention in her gold, figure hugging, barely there dress. I couldn’t have been prouder, walking with my arm around this girl. I had heard of ‘arm candy,’ and Jacqui certainly was that! More so, she was a wonderful, intelligent young lady and I could hardly believe she was with me!

We ordered an Italian dinner, I love lasagna and Jacqui ordered a chicken parmesan something. We ate, sneaking an occasional kiss and I couldn’t help but rub my fingers gently along her nearly bare hips. The Australian band was playing and a few people were on the dance floor. We finished our meal around eight thirty and listened to the music a while longer, snuggling together. I wasn’t much of a dancer, except square dancing so we just watched. Then, I had a thought, an evil thought! I whispered to Jacqui, “Hon, how would you like to go to a square dance?”

She looked at me like I had lost what few marbles she knew I had, “Umm, have you noticed what I’m wearing? Not exactly square dance clothes!”

I smiled at her and whispered, “Come on, it’ll be fun. We’re in Little Sin City, give them a little shock. What can it hurt?” The ladies at square dances normally wear very full skirts, very fluffy slips and pettipants underneath to be pretty, yet hide their privates when twirling. Jacqui’s gold dress that revealed about 95% more skin than material, no bra, no panties would be absolutely scandalous. I loved it! And, I had already paid her a thousand dollars for the weekend, so she had to go (unless she said no, that is).

We left the lounge and rode the elevator back up to our room so she could change her shoes. High heels simply wouldn’t do to dance in. I thought everything else she was ‘not’ wearing would be perfect! We checked Reno square dance clubs on the internet with my smart phone and found the Reno Twirlers, that danced from 8:30 to 11:00 on the 2 nd and 3 rd Saturdays of each month. They were on the other side of town, so we guessed about twenty to thirty minutes to get there, putting us there around 9:30 or so, plenty of time for some fun dancing.