As told by: Rock Rose
Somewhere around 1998 I was good friends with Mark the Millionaire. Remember him, well by now he’s really a billionaire.
After our first adventure together, we’d developed a good relationship over many long conversations. Meetings that I’d look forward to often. Endless conversations on the phone full of laughter and wit. One of these conversations lead to Mark asking me, “Do you want to go to Vegas?”
This was an easy answer, HELL FUCKING YES! He also mentioned he would be inviting a few male friends and a few other big boobed women along on the trip. More the merrier, I was in it to win it! As always in those days, he arranged all the airfare. Being the gentleman he was he also gave me $1500 for the weekender.
Off to Vegas I went. NY was a scene I knew well. I didn’t wait in any lines. I was VIP. This Vegas scene was new. I wasn’t a local. Flying in I was dressed in all black with a glamourous sparkle Ringmasters jacket, knee high boots with silver eyelets. Ready to demand and command attention. Walking into the baggage area I realized there was a chauffeur waiting there for me, sign in hand, Rock Rose.
How fucking nice?!
This guy guides me to a limo & opens my door. This is Vegas, baby! Arriving at The Mirage Resort & Casino the night sky was all lit up. It was extremely bright, overwhelming but invigorating & exciting! He then took my bags and brought me up the elevator to the penthouse. This is where I first laid my eyes on Mark in Vegas.
Mark greeted us with his bright white teeth grinning from ear to ear. He’s the tall dark & handsome type with a bit crazy streak thrown in. He lead me around room from room showing in great detail the penthouse suite. It was absolutely stunning with six different rooms off of the main room. It seemed to encapsulate the entire floor. At this point, I’m feeling like a rockstar!
Mark introduces me into a long-haired gentleman, “This is my bodyguard, he will be staying in his own room just outside the Penthouse”. We three felt very comfortable together on the couches, laughing and sharing drinks.
It was not until later that I understood the real job the long haired gentleman had. There were no credit cards or Apple pay in my day. This mans job was to protect and carry Marks’ money. He carried it around in a large briefcase. There would be 50 grand or more at times in that case.
The next guest arrived and it was a friend of his. He told me he was a high end surgeon from LA. More drinks were shared until
I excused myself to my room to prepare for our evening.
All at once, five other ladies came through the door. Each was dressed in glamourous gowns of all shapes and sizes with just one thing in common, HUGE breasts! They were all fake breasted imposters! They were not even all that good looking with their gowns to be honest. I mean, the six-inch spiked heels clearly proved we were not the same!
Mark joins us as we are all getting to know one another. He asked me if I would like to go in the bedroom with him and the ladies before dinner. The answer would be yes; I felt safe and ready for fun.
Here’s the scene: Mark has two ladies around him in the bed and they start fooling around. I’ve been into voyeurism for as long as I can remember but something about this didn’t sit right with me. They continued their playful touches and affections towards each other, including their focus on Mark. I’m touching myself but when you know you’re not feeling it, you just aren’t going to get wet. Something about one of the girls with Mark wasn’t giving me the girl feels. I was hopeful in watching the other two girls going at it but no dice! Apparently, it showed on my face as well as my body.
Mark spoke up and stalled the show. It was nice being acknowledged. No shame or reprimand, just concern for my feelings and pleasure. He had a grand idea, he’d also invited the LA surgeon along for the trip and he was only a bedroom away. It was something else to get me going so I was eager for the experience. So when he leaned in and told me to say, “Mark sent me.” I was back on my feet ready to get to knocking.
Now remember this is was the late 90’s so terminology like ‘boundaries’ didn’t exist. Being respected as a female wasn’t a given but when you were, it felt freeing.
I was clear up front that I was willing to do pretty much anything he wanted but I had ground rules. I would absolutely be protected. Condoms weren’t always flashy and common place. If the gentleman declined me using a condom on him even when all he wanted was to put himself in my mouth. I had my tricks.
The method in this manner was opening the condom with my teeth and then slowly taking him into my mouth and putting the condom on as I went. My slick quick trick that felt like magic seems to cure most complaints. There is something to say for complaints though.
They’re usually masking something else, the resistance, hesitancy to giving into pleasure even. That’s exactly what he did.
While some ladies do kiss and don’t tell. I’ve had my share of kisses and I’m not afraid of telling. Sometimes even if there’s a climax involved by one or more parties, it still doesn’t take the cake. If there was anything to write home about in our interactions, I’d be happy to serve it up.
Yet, as most things do, pleasantries were exchanged and whatever was next on the agenda became the topic of discussion. There’s so much to do to be ready to go out in the night when you’ve already undressed! I was happy to pamper myself in preparation for a wonderful evening but I kept catching attitude which was a real buzz kill. The fake boob girls were really thrown off by me.
They were intimidated. When you shine this bright, they’re going to squint. Then when you’ve got tits this big, they’re going to be salty as hell.
Riding in the limo with everyone was nice enough. The surgeon was gentlemanly, and good companion. Inside the restaurant, I was blown away by the food. It was all so delicious but I’d have to say the most memorable was the shrimp. They were HUGE! The decadence of this place was an understatement. Thinking to myself, Here I am in Vegas, being wined, dined. Such a lucky lady and if that isn’t enough Mark again leans in to whisper something to me, “Listen, YOU take the limo. Wherever you want. You can have this.”
He proceeds to call over the long haired gentleman. He then opens the case and it was at this point that I learned he wasn’t actually just a body guard with an extra liking to carrying around a suitcase. Mark then handed over nice stack of cash and said, “Take it. Go gamble, if you want.”
I’m like hell yeah who doesn’t want to be handed cash when in Vegas. I then set my intentions to look up a good party club and have a good time!
There was nothing holding me back from that either with the six inch heels i had on. I arrived at the dance hall and it’s crowded. I could hear the roar of people and faint drifts of music coming from inside. As soon as the doors were opened for me to enter the chorus of the melody came in clear. She’s a BRICK… HOUSE! Just letting it all hang out. That was exactly what I was there to do!
Dancing, moving, touching my body, feeling the heat off all the bodies in the dance hall. There was nothing but a good time going on and I was absolutely about it. This group of people come up to me and offer me to join their table of about seventeen people, couples mostly.
I said sure and welcomed the seat. In no time, we were all laughing together like instant friends and enjoying the company. One of the ladies at the table laughs and says, “Who are You?!” Just like that the universe served up an answer.
‘Ma’am, I have a letter for you and a drink courtesy of the sender.”
Opening the folded paper, I read it aloud for the table.
“If you are Rock Rose, it would be my honor for you to accept this drink.”
The table erupts in part laughter and questions, the repeated with now even bigger emphasis, “Who ARE you?” covered the other mumbles of amazement.
“Oh my god, really? Well I AM Rock Rose! This is amazing. I’m a model and tonight apparently I’ve got a secret admirer!” Turing to the staff who delivered the drink and note, “Who sent this?”
The guy was a tan, light skinned black guy, not over six feet tall medium build, and still to this day his name escapes me.
Now I hadn’t spent a penny of the money yet. I still had $1500 in hand. I wasn’t stressed to get along with my admirer and it soon became very clear that he was a genuine fan of ME.
Of all the offers of a good time I’d gotten that evening the next offer was the most sincere. “Listen, I know this club. I would love to take you there. It would mean so much to me.”
I said, “Sure” and thought to myself that I definitely didn’t want to head back to the penthouse with those loser ladies. Mark is always cool as shit with whatever I choose to do with my time that he’s paid for.
So I arrive at this place called The Beach nightclub, you can hear the music from outside and there are wild characters everywhere. I figured we’d be heading straight through the middle of the crowd and finding ourselves in a line but he heads us in a different direction towards the side of the building.
I looked at him quizzically and he answers my wordless wondering with, “You are Rock Rose! You don’t go in that way.” Gesturing towards the crowded entrance as the more private entrance came into view further down the side of the building.
He said simply to the person standing guard at the door, “This is Rock Rose.” With just that, the door was opened and I was escorted in for a better view of a the grand atrium below us from the balcony.
That areal view became a grand ever moving portrait of half naked bodies, lavish outfits and brightly shining embellishment’s of intimacy. This was like no party I’d ever been invited to but it was exactly everything I’d ever dreamed of.
It was electric, exciting, and most importantly; it felt alive!
When in six inch heels dancing seems to warp time and exhaustion creeps in so quickly yet we kicked it for over and hour and half. I wasn’t even beginning to tire of this expression of passion and choreography when he upped the ante.
“I’d really like to take you up on the rollercoaster on the roof, if you’re up for it.”
I was well aware of roller coasters but being on one in the middle of Vegas, high on the rooftop of a building, was an experience I did not want to deny myself.
We get there and he’s able to get us through lines and on the ride like clockwork. I am having my mind blown and suddenly I think to myself; I was flown into Vegas to spend time with some high end clientele and have a wonderful time with Mark and yet here is some regular guy in his regular car driving me around. Giving me the absolute best tour of Vegas a girl like Rock Rose could dream of.
“Hey, if you wouldn’t mind. I’d like to take you back to my apartment,” he said to me while navigating Vegas traffic.
There was a brief pause in our conversation because that line could mean to many things.
He followed himself up with a clarifying statement of, “I’ve got some magazines of you and I’d really like it if you’d autograph them for me. Once they’re signed there’s one final surprise location I’d like to show you.”
I’d agreed to his proposal of a exclusive meet and greet for autographs but I was still weary. This morning I was states away from here and now I’m following someone I just met away from public locations to the privacy of his own home.
I was slowly walking up to the stairs with him to his apartment and he unlocks the door and opened it for me to walk in. At first glance inside, before even moving my feet, my eyes spot something shining brightly in the interior lights of his apartment.
HE HAD MY POSTER UP ON HIS WALL! Giant one too! He was the most endearing, sweet, genuine fan of Rock Rose who just happened to be living here in Vegas. It was now that I finally understood that it didn’t matter that I knew the locals well in NYC that I was so well excepted. NO, it was because I was fucking awesome!
We were not in his apartment long as he promised. Honestly, signing the magazines was a blur as he’d continued to shower me with praise of my accomplishments. The highlight of that brief visit was when i excused myself to go the bathroom right before heading out.
I reached into my bag and reapplied lipstick. Leaned in close to the mirror and give it a big red kiss. Just another magical souvenir for the ultimate Rock Rose fan.
When I came out of the bathroom he was a happy as a golden retriever, “I’ve got one more thing please, let me take you there!” I’ve been following my intuition all night and if he’d already taken this good of care of me so far, one last location couldn’t be too reckless. It’s Vegas after all, where else could he have in mind?
We take turn after road and I see a few signs that give me the indication that we’re getting close to the Hoover Dam. What exactly could he have in mind out here in the dark?
I was standing on top of the damn feeling the massive amount of concrete and steel vibrating as it held back and processed so many tons of water beneath us. The night sky was lightening ever so slightly and i realized it was almost sunrise. Looking up at all the millions of stars above us, the romance was off the charts.
He pushed his body against mine. The presence of his bulging member was made quite clear. It took me for quite a shock at first because of the sheer size of the outline. He was a medium height and build man with an average hand and shoe size but this. I wasn’t prepared for, but certainly welcomed. To say the least it was memorable. To say the most, getting railed while holding on to the rails at Hoover Dam at sunrise has got to be one of the best fan experiences of my life.. so far 😉
Like the gentleman he’d been all evening, he delivered me back to the Penthouse where I’d started off my adventure. Everyone else had already returned and they were all having a marvelous time with each other. Mark was elated to see I’d returned safely and even had our long haired gentleman gift me with more cash from the brief case.
In the end I decided to finally rest my head in the room with the long haired gentleman until it was time to catch my flight back home. Thinking back now, I’d had access to so much more money than i was given but it never crossed my mind. When you’re not in desperation mindset, there’s not even a reality where stealing is necessary. I was living in the abundance of Drugs, Sex, and Rock Rose.
I still like that guy, Mark. He was fucking cool and didn’t give a fuck about nothing I did back then. He’s still my friend to this day and I wouldn’t have it any other way.