VEGAS...or BUST!
The first big city I ever visited as a Traveling Bra was Las Vegas, Nevada...but being a bit of an ingénue at the time, I still felt pretty insecure about being out there on my own, much less exposing myself in public. Consequently, I never even made it past the hotel room balcony!(I know, I know - what a boob, huh?!)
Nevertheless, I managed to have a pretty good time in the hotel room, mixing things up and talkin' shop with the other lingerie (thank God for mini bars!)...so I guess the trip wasn't a total bust...but still, I was left longing for something more....
So, when my current Chaperon invited me to go to Vegas with her and a friend, you bet I jumped on board! And this time, with my Stealthy Georgia Chaperon at the helm, I know I'll be getting LOTS of exposure! (I just hope I can everything under control...)
So Girls...what are we waiting for? Let's kick it!
To Vegas....or BUST!
be continued.......
4 Bodacious Comments (so far) ~ Add Yours!:
I await the footage of this trip with extreme expectatoins! Do they allow bras at the blackjack table? Do you have proper ID? ...it's hard to tell how old you really are, and I know from experience not to guess at age. I would like to see the bouncer having this chat with you :)
Vegas - "where a bra can let her straps down"
Bon Voy Ah Gee!!!!!!
lol @ speedy.
Yes - I don't think Vegas is ready for you Olga!!!
Oh! I wish I was with you! I love VEGAS!
All I can say is THANK GOD we're FINALLY here.
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