Date: Tue, 2 Sep 2008 08:39:08 -0700 (PDT)
From: richardlickerish (at) yahoo (dot com
Subject: Cock Snob new chapters XV and XVI

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 Cock Snob
By Dick Lickerish

Chapter XV: End of Summer Fun

I sat quietly in a booth inside The Original Pancake House at the Green
Valley Ranch Resort and Spa pondering my fate. I was in kind of a funk and
had been moody since Jason's sudden departure a couple of weeks prior. Back
in May I'd made reservations for the two of us at Green Valley for the
third week in August. I used one of those hotel specials which the Green
Valley sends me from time to time: a king room in the West Tower for a week
of shows and fun in the sun for $699.00.

For me the six day five night package was well worth the $700.00 price.
Generally, I try to treat myself to a get away vacation special twice a
year; once during summer break and also during winter break. Winter breaks
I usually enjoy a Peppermill ski special in Reno. This was my first trip to
the Green Valley Resort in Vegas.

I'd been in Vegas for three days; thus far, I'd taken in a couple of shows,
played a couple rounds of golf and taken in a poker tournament, but was
feeling very lonely without Jason. My young lover who I thought I'd make a
life with had been called up as a reservist by the Marine Corps just before
the spring semester ended. He managed to get his reporting date extended
until after his birthday in July and then deployed to Afghanistan last
week. Damn this war in the Middle East. We didn't need to be there;
besides, it was fucking up so many lives, including mine.

Now, I sat in the restaurant Thursday morning picking at the Belgium Waffle
in front of me. I wasn't really hungry for food, but more so for
companionship. I needed someone with whom I could enjoy the rest of my
vacation. As I sat there I couldn't help but notice the sultry looking
blonde seated two booths away from me. She looked familiar, but I couldn't
put my finger on whom she was or where I'd seen her before.

The green Valley was known for and catered to celebrity guests. The lady
was a seductive looking siren, maybe she was a celebrity. She glanced my
way a couple times smiling. I didn't know whether the smile was directed
towards me or just a general smile of contentment. She was beautiful and
didn't appear to be with anyone.

Even though I preferred guys to satisfy my carnal desires I enjoyed the
company of beautiful woman too. Three days at the resort and I was growing
tired of being alone. I didn't want to spend the entire week by myself, so
I took a chance. I got up, coffee cup in hand, and walked over to the
blonde's booth saying, "Hi, my name is Richard, but everyone calls me
Rick." As I introduced myself I extended my hand saying, "you look as
though you could use some company this morning."

The young lady accepted my hand saying, "Thank you Rick, my name is
Deidre. My friends call me Dee. Please," she said releasing my hand and
then motioning me to be seated across from her.

As I sat down across from the blond I noticed that she was wearing maroon
fitness shorts and a grey lightweight hoodie. She didn't appear to be
wearing any makeup, but her natural beauty bled through. I thought to
myself she probably just finished her morning workout.

"Deidre, that's a beautiful Gaelic name, but its meaning is broken-hearted
or sorrowful. I hope you are not a broken-hearted or sorrowful person,
Dee."

"No, but I am Irish," the blonde responded, "How do you know so much about
origins of names?"

"It's part of my job," I said.

"And what's your job, Rick?" She asked coyly before sipping her coffee.

"I'm a history professor at Long Beach State in California. Celtic legend
has it that Deidre was the most beautiful woman in Ireland who eventually
died of a broken heart," I said as I watched the beautiful blonde take
drink of her coffee, "and you are beautiful."

"Thank you," she said with a little blush and flip of her hair. You could
have fooled me about your job, Rick," Dee said taking another sip of hot
coffee." She sat the cup down saying, "I would have never guessed you to be
a professor. You don't look like any professors I had in college."

"What are professors suppose to look like?" I asked.

"You know, spectacles resting on the end of your nose, overweight, balding
and not sexy looking. And you are not any of that, but definitely a
handsome and sexy looking devil."

"Thank you for the compliment, Dee," I said to the vivacious and voluptuous
looking blond sitting across from me, "I just can't see such an attractive
lady such as you at this beautiful resort and spa all by yourself."

"And you're horny, on the prowl and want to get into my pants," Dee replied
with a smirk.

"Touché," I replied as we both chuckled at Dee's witticism. But as I sat
across from the lady I was a little stunned at first, and then replied,
"Not really. Not that you're not a knock out looking lady that I wouldn't
mind getting into bed, but I wouldn't want to betray a partner who didn't
make the trip this time."

I decided that I would not drop the bomb that my partner was a guy;
however, I'd put her on notice that I was taken and not on the prowl. I
would intentionally be vague and gender neutral while talking about
Jason. I simply wanted company for the rest of my stay in Vegas.

"Really, why's that?"

"Called up by the Marine Corps this summer for deployment to Afghanistan,"
I said, "probably over there by now."

"Really."

"Yeah, we met at the university last year and over the weeks and my better
judgment we kind of hit it off becoming a couple."

"What do you mean over your better judgment?" Dee questioned.

"You know, the professor student thing. Professors aren't supposed to step
over that with students and fraternize. You know, let their personal lives
become entwined, become involved. But, you know, my little head overpowered
my big head and we became lovers," I kind of meandered through my
explanation.

"So, your partner must be younger?" Dee asked.

"Yeah, ten years," I responded.

"And how old are you Mr. Professor?" Dee asked.

"Thirty-six," I replied, "just turned thirty-six this summer."

"So, your partner is about the same age as me," Dee stated looking across
at me, "You look younger than thirty-six and appear very fit for a man your
age."

After stroking each other's egos we continued conversing and getting to
know each other better. In the meantime the waitress had brought my plate
of food and utensils to Dee's table and refilled our coffee cups a couple
times. I was really getting into Dee as a person and was hoping she would
allow me to spend some time with her during the rest of my stay at the
resort. I soon discovered that Dee was an entertainer. She was a dancer
singer trying to make it into the big time. Before we knew it the lunch
crowd began filling up the restaurant.

As we parted company Dee gave me a card with her name on it and told me to
present it at the door for entrance into her show later that night. She
said that she'd alert the doorman and give him my name. As she left the
table I grabbed both our meal tickets. She smiled back at me with that
seductive personable smile, blowing me one of those Marilyn Monroe thank
you kisses. I couldn't get over how good-looking Dee was. She had a
fantastic body, beautiful blonde hair, alluring eyes and white teeth with a
captivating smile. She was definitely a looker.

I decided to take a swim and then a quick trip into town before Dee's show
later that night. I hurried back to my room to change into my swim wear and
then headed to the pool. After swimming for about an hour I went back to my
room to shower and get dressed. Then it was off to downtown Vegas.


Chapter XVI: Unlikely Las Vegas Surprise

            After spending a couple hours in town taking some pictures and
buying a couple souvenirs I returned to the Green Valley even more
depressed and moody than ever. Once in my room I decided to do a late
afternoon workout, then a swim and a nap before I went to the lounge where
Dee was performing. I figured a good invigorating workout in the gym and
then a swim would ready me for the evening. All afternoon I'd been
wondering what Jason might be doing in Afghanistan and worried about his
safety.

Once I concluded my workout and swim I returned to my room to relax. I
striped down to nothing and flopped across the big bed. I continued
thinking about Jason becoming full aroused. I began caressing my body
fantasizing about sex with Jason. After the spring semester concluded Jason
had moved in with me. Sadly, no sooner had he gotten settled in than he
received his recall alert from the Marine Corps for deployment.

>From the time Jason received his notice until the day he departed we made
love every chance, as if there would be no tomorrow. Sometimes we'd engage
in sex two or three times a day. On weekends we would hole up in the
bedroom making love nonstop. We discovered early on that we both enjoyed
each other's bodies and touches; it seemed as though we couldn't get enough
of each other. I was infatuated with Jason. No one was the wiser and Jason
hadn't leaked our secret.

As far as friends and neighbors who questioned me about my new roommate he
was just a student who needed a place to stay during summer break. Jason
mowed the grass and took care of all the landscaping chores as well as
other minor maintenance around my house. His room was the small apartment
above the garage; however, he never slept there, so the living arrangements
raised no suspicions. We both slept in my big bed holding each other when
we slept; however, sleeping was a rarity for us, especially after the
notification came.

We would catch a few winks after hours of fulfilling sex. We couldn't keep
our hands off each other whether at breakfast, dinner, watching television
or in the hot tub. Many times of an evening after dinner and a spell in the
hot tub I would take a seat on the couch and Jason would stretch out with
his head in my lap. I would start by rubbing his head, something he totally
enjoyed, and then slowly work my way down his body to the noticeable bulge
in his cargos.

Sometimes I would take my place on the floor between Jason's legs whereby
he would massage my neck and shoulders. After a few minutes he would begin
kissing me across my shoulders and his hands would find my engorged and
sensitive nipples. This would lead to us rolling onto the floor where we
would begin making out, rubbing our bodies together. Other times he would
get right to it turning opposite each other for a sixty-nine session.

My cock was in full bloom thinking about Jason and our sexual romps. I
moved to the bathroom. As I stepped into the shower my thoughts were still
centered on Jason. As I soaped myself with Irish Spring body wash my cock
had grown to its full length. Oh how I wished Jason was with me to wash my
body and play with my hard cock. When we took showers together we would
tantalize each other with our titillating bathing techniques. His touches
made me jump, gasping with desire and vice versa. I needed to jack off; it
had been over twenty-four hours since I lay in the big king bed and stroked
myself to fruition.

I continued beating my hard soapy cock into submission finally watching it
spit up, running down the shower surround. As I squeezed the last bit of
spooge from the urethral opening I watch my once firm wang wither away. I
got out of the shower to dry off. Before leaving the bathroom I shaved, put
on some deodorant, brushed my teeth and combed my hair back. In the room I
put on a pair of dark slacks, dress shoes, a shirt and tie and jacket; then
once dressed I made my way to the lounge where Dee was performing.

Before I got to the lounge I stopped to purchase a long stemmed red
rose. As I approached the lounge there was a billboard out front that
stated, Deidre "Dee" Delaney" Performing as Britney Spears. I didn't give
the sign much notice as I presented the card to the doorman. I was
surprised that I was escorted to a VIP table in the front. The waiter
asked, "What type of drink sir? It's complementary."

 "Jack Daniels black over ice," I responded.

Once my drink arrived I tipped the waiter. He smiled at me as if to say you
lucky dog. Dee was introduced and then I knew why I thought I knew her when
we met at breakfast. She was a Britney Spears impersonator. The show
started and needless to say I was shocked. Dee was even more beautiful than
what I remembered from earlier in the day. More beautiful than Britney
Spears whom she was impersonating, dancing and lip syncing her songs.

I thought that Dee did a much better job of impersonating Britney Spears
than the actual entertainer, putting on one hella outstanding
performance. Throughout the show and costume changes she revealed more and
more skin. At one point I could see her slim waist and well-toned
midriff. During many of the songs she sang she was making flirtatious eye
contact directly with me. I felt like the spotlight was on me many times
during her performance. I also felt as though others in the audience were
staring at me.

For her last song she made her way through the audience making her last
stop at my VIP table. She picked up the rose I'd gotten for her and
returned to the stage for the finale. After her show ended I didn't think
the applause would ever end. She came back on stage three times waving and
throwing kisses to the crowd. Finally, she disappeared for good.

A few minutes after the show ended a man approached the table stating,
"Please, accompany me sir."

Without another word he escorted me back stage to Dee's dressing room. Once
inside she kissed me on the cheek and handed me a glass of champagne
saying, "Thanks for the rose that was so kind. So, what do you want to do
for the rest of the night, Rick?"

"I'd like to have dinner and drinks with you and maybe go dancing if you
don't mind."

"I was hoping you'd say that. I really feel comfortable around you. You're
not like a lot of guys I meet that only have one thing on their minds."

"What's that?" I asked.

"You know, most guys I meet have only one thing on their mind, getting me
into bed. For some reason guys think that women in Vegas are for their
physical pleasures. You're different; plus you're taken, so I don't have to
worry about any thing like that tonight, tonight will be full of fun," the
Britney look alike said.

Once Dee changed she grabbed her rose with one hand and my arm with the
other, walking me out to the entrance where a car service was waiting for
us.

After we were seated in the town car I asked, "So where are we off to?"

"It's a surprise. Everything tonight is a surprise and it's on me Baby."

Wow! I thought to myself. This was starting to turn into a great last fling
before heading back to Long Beach where for me school started the last week
of August. The ride around Las Vegas taking in the night life sights and
sounds with Dee was breathtaking as she pointed out all the hot spots. Once
we arrived at the Red Rock paparazzi were snapping photos outside. We were
whisk away to the Terra Rossa restaurant. After we were seated all I could
utter was, "Wow!"

"What's wrong, Rick?"

"Nothin, but can you afford a night like this?"

"Don't worry about cost or money tonight, just enjoy yourself. A lot of
this is comped. You see people like to see celebrities; like to dine with
them, be seen with them, and maybe even have their picture taken with them,
so they can tell their friends when they get back home."

"Cool."

"Who knows you may become famous tonight. You know the mystery man who
accompanied Britney Spears around Vegas," Dee said with a mischievous
laugh.

What an unlikely surprise the day had turned into. My head was spinning. I
sat in one of the most elegant restaurants in Vegas with a gorgeous lady
who looked every bit like Britney Spears. People were staring at us and
every once in while a camera flash would go off. We ordered drinks and
appetizers before our meal while engaging in casual conversation.


To my readers where would you like this story to go? What direction? Let me
know which direction I should take with the story. I been entertaining some
wild and fantastic ideas, give some more.  I know the new twist might be a
shock for some of my readers, but I like to keep things interesting, not
just the same old fuck and suck stuff.