Phone cam round-up, Las Vegas edition: strippity-doo-da

Yeah, yeah. I was there for 24 whole hours and didn't sin once. Unless a couple of vodkas count.

Bubbles on the strip

Not sure how I felt about these girls. I mean, how does Gia, who is on special for $45, feel about Bella, who's going for $150? Does Bella ever have a "special" price? How come none of these "classy and discreet" ladies are ever named Joanne or Sally?

... and I wonder how many times Carmen & Marissa ($99 two-girl special) have visited this darling establishment. Hooters indeed.

Many go in. No one comes out.

Lil' black dresses with a bunch of nails on the boob part.

So my ship finally comes in and it's on top of some restaurant inside a Las Vegas shopping mall. Go figure.

Mop head in the mirror.

Bumpy soap and I love it.

Freakazoid chandelier in the lobby of my hotel.

Just the Strip being strippish.

Dining with the fabulous Suzanne Ouellette Mastrion at Mario's place.

Is it a humble bow or a wondrous glance skyward. Guess it's both.

Inside Steve Wynn's dazzling hotel.

Outside Steve Wynn's dazzling hotel.

The Miracle Mile was awful lonesome at 6 a.m. Sunday morning.

A cloud of butterflies bid me au revoir at McCarran Airport.

Bye Las Vegas!

* * *

A kiss to build a dream on

Two guys and a chick walk into a coffee joint inside a casino on the Las Vegas Strip on a Sunday morning at 6:30 a.m.

The chick: Top shelf. Gorgeous figure. Loose cascading brunette tendrils. Short strapless dress (shirred, red). Long shimmering legs. Exhibiting signs of significant chemical enhancement.

The guys: Swarthy. One in a sport coat. One in a plaid shirt.

They situate themselves and order beers all around. Red and Sport Coat sip tentatively, Plaid with more gusto. Red waves to and fro like a frond of kelp on the ocean floor while Sport Coat's hand rests upon the ivory skin of her back. The food arrives. Red eats more heartily than you would expect, pouring every drop of syrup upon her stack of pancakes.

Then, perhaps in response to the fortification, Red turns to Sport Coat and raises her hand to his cheek. The touch quickly transforms into an embrace as they start to kiss so tenderly, you could practically weep. The kiss goes on and on.

Deep into the action, Sport Coat reaches around and cups Red's breast, only in passing--but not without intent. After lingering a moment or two, his hand drops down. Without taking her lips from his, Red feels around for his hand and moves it back up to cuddle her breast again.

Plaid eats.

Sport Coat and the Red finally separate and pick at their food. A brief conversation ensues. Sport Coat and Red get up. He wraps his arm about her waist as she teeters on sky-high leopard print heels.

Sport Coat walks. Red wobbles. As Plaid finishes his beer and motions for the bill, they suck into the casino.

I dunk a fried potato wedge into a dish of Srirachi, place it in my mouth and relish the burn.

*  *  *

Enchanted on the Strip

Dazzling street performers in front of the Venetian Hotel on the Las Vegas Strip, Dec. 8, 2012.

View full resolution images here.

* * *