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Panty Dropper

Posted in Chippendales, gossip, hot, las vegas, secrets, Sex, Uncategorized with tags , , , , , , , , , on June 8, 2011 by sexsinthecity

Chippendales - Las Vegas Male Revue - Bachelorette Party “Ladies welcome to the show, please no flash photography. “ What they should say is please no flashing. You think the guys are wild? Please gentleman you have nothing on these ladies. There’s no showroom that compares to the Chippendales showroom at The Rio in Las Vegas, for women that is. It seems to be a no holds barred black hole of wild, sexual energy, and that’s not taking into account what’s happening on stage. Not to mention that with Jeff Timmons from 98º hosting the show things have gotten hotter than ever.  Female sexuality has changed and evolved over the years and is now more accepted than it has ever been, the women at the show have certainly received that memo, maybe more than once. Now I’m no prude and I’ve seen my fair share of lewd behavior but this crowd makes me blush! Just the other night I was minding my own business watching the show, (and watching the crowd) when I got hit in the head with a pair of panties. Yep no need to read that line again you were right the first time. One of our fans (and ours are the BEST fans ) apparently felt restricted by her thong (makes sense, it is a lot of constraining material) and deemed it necessary to launch it at the stage.  Now had she referred to the laws of aero dynamics she would have adjusted the force with which she threw it and it may have reached the stage, but alas it hit me in the face.  Now I’m not judging but the lady in question had on an exceptionally short dress and exceptionally tall heels, so her night out post show was surely an interesting one.  Sure I could’ve returned said panties but really where’s the fun in that? As far as I’m concerned the moment your thong becomes airborne you relinquish all your rights to that particular thong. To be perfectly honest she didn’t seem the least bit concerned as to their location, and more power to her. In a room with no one to judge you (except maybe your mom) why not let loose?  Women are baring it all in many other places less appropriate than The Chippendales Show.  Cosmo calls it Boobs On Parade , have you ever bared it all in front of a crowd? Where were you? What was the reaction?

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Sex Sin The City

Posted in Chippendales, gossip, secrets, Sex with tags , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , on March 21, 2011 by sexsinthecity

Chippendales - Torso        I won’t tell you my name, and you will probably never see my face but what I will do is let you in on a very unique view that I have, of a very unique lifestyle, that I am now privet to.  Before I jump into the juicy stuff I need you to understand that I am an ordinary person, who lives an ordinary life, who has happened to stumble upon one extra-ordinary job.

About a month ago a great bar that I used to manage in Manhattan met its untimely death and with that came the casualty of my unemployment.  Yeah I know everyone is in the same boat, but it is not about my misfortune that I intend to write but rather the unexpected turn of events that has led me to where I am today.  As “judgment day” loomed over my head I thought and thought “what am I going to do?” I am no office minion and 9-5 just doesn’t suit me, but it was becoming more and more apparent, as my bank account grew smaller and smaller that I would have to leave the glamour of the night life behind….or would I? Let’s call it “a job fell in my lap”. Get those dirty thoughts out of your head because that is NOT what happened.  It was a great opportunity but it came with some serious side effects, like relocation and late nights with sexy guys….poor me. So, it was with great sorrow that I packed my bags and left the blaring lights of the Big City for the flashing lights of Sin City. OK so maybe not with great sorrow, maybe not with any sorrow at all, maybe with my head held high and a shit eating grin I got on a plane and started my new life as an employee of the world  famous Chippendales.

No I do not wax my chest nor do my pecs glisten, I don’t have a washboard stomach and my gyrating skills leave something to be desired, in fact I’m not a guy. I work for the corporate offices (yeah I said it Chippendales has corporate offices) in Las Vegas, city of bright lights and broken dreams.  What I do is irrelevant and what my hours are even more so because the backstage perks *wink wink, and Vegas access make up for anything “corporate” about this job.  The anonymity of my ramblings, as you can now see, is in effort to protect the parties involved.

Behind the fancy show, bright lights and costume changes there is a group of surprisingly interesting guys who day in and day out make me laugh and certainly keep me on my toes, (they would keep some of you on your knees…HA!)  I know shocking that they could be interesting being that they are  good-looking, six-pack having, chest shining, bench pressing, hip shaking, group of men  but alas I digress. The bottom line is that I don’t really know who these guys are yet and how much of their stage lives transcends their real ones but it is my mission to find out for you, the curious woman or the insecure gentleman. What really is behind the Men of Chippendales?…..after all for every exceptionally hot guy in this world there is a woman who is sick of fucking him….isn’t there?

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