Sam Brings the California Girl Charm

  • Age: 21
  • Ethnicity: American
  • Weight: 117 lbs
  • Height: 5ft 4in
  • Hair: Brunette
  • Languages: English
  • Statistics: DD-Cup
  • Hometown: Los Angeles


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My name is Sam and I'm the California beauty who escaped the golden coast for a bit of sin and fun in Las Vegas. I've always loved to get naked for people, and while I had all sorts of porn offers to stay in southern California, that just isn't my thing. it's not that I don't like porn. I love it! But, I want my men to be able to enjoy me in the flesh, and not on some screen tucked away in a dark room somewhere. That just isn't how I roll. So, when I decided that stripping would be my calling in life, I packed away the surf board, tossed my clothes into the back of my Jeep and hightailed it out of San Diego and up to Las Vegas. Sure, I miss the beach from time to time, but I know plenty of other ways to get wet.

California Girls Will Melt Your Popsicle

Yup, the saying really is true. California girls do it best. I know blondes like to say that too, but not everyone wishes they were blondes. Every girl wishes they were from California. So, what does that say? It means us girls from California really are hotter, know how to have more fun and know how to show a guy a better time than any other girl out there. As for the blonde girls who are from California, well, I'm pretty sure all of them really are doing porn. Porn is for blondes. Real stripping is for brunettes, because we know how to get the job done and how to do whatever it takes for our men to feel incredible. When I give private dances inside the different Las Vegas strip clubs I frequently, I'm often told I even smell like the beach. I guess when you grow up on the ocean, the smell just kind of sets in and doesn't escape. But that's alright by me. I like to help share a bit of California with everyone I perform in front of. Whether on the stage and the world famous strip clubs Las Vegas shows off, or for private Las Vegas bachelor party goes, every single man leaves with a smile on their face, a bit numb and also understanding the real reason there's a water shortage in California is because everyone had to cool themselves off after seeing me.

Let it Grow, Let it Grow

There's nothing frozen about my dance act when I hit the stage in front of my male onlookers. I know as soon as I rip off my top and expose my perfectly formed and perky DD tits, every single man in the room is feeling a sudden growing sensation. I put the asses in the chairs and make cocks grow as big as bears. I fully expect to see full hard ons pressing against a man's pants as I dance for him. If that isn't happening, well he's either gay, incredibly drunk, or both. But I love it. I love to take a guy back to the private dance rooms and feel it grow against my ass as I give him a private dance. I am always hands on. After all, I want to get a bit out of the dance while he's getting something out of it. Sometimes I find myself thinking "let it growww, let it growww!" as I dance for my men, and there have been more than a few times where he has gone suddenly soft on me, which means my job with him is finished (literally).

There are far too many strippers in Las Vegas who just kind of hover when giving a dance. They don't like to really interact or touch their men while performing. It is more of an illusion than anything else. Well, I'm not smoke and mirrors. I want to put on the real show and I'm extremely interactive. Men are paying to come into the strip clubs to see the best of the best Las Vegas strippers and to interact with them. It would be kind of bogus if I just shook my ass or waved my tits from a distance, without letting them enjoy the view and the festivities. I want my men coming back, so instead of looking through the rest of the Las Vegas nightlife, they end up coming back to the club I'm working for the night and asking for more. I love that and I know it just means they are coming to see a bit more of my California sun.

Bringing the Las Vegas Bachelor Party Ideas

If I'm not hitting it up as a premier stripper in Las Vegas's strip clubs, I'm serving it up right for the man of the hour at a bachelor party. While marriage isn't my thing (I'm having way to much fun being single, for those who get my drift), I love to see the devotion in a man's eyes as I start to ride him in the middle of my private dance. That fluttering devotion that he attempts to hold onto but it is quickly pushed aside as I pick up his hands and place them firmly against my breasts. There's no reason to worry though, because we aren't going to do anything too naughty. We're just going to have a bit of fun with his Las Vegas bachelor party packages, or should I say his private package and mine, before I turn him and his guys loose on the rest of the Vegas nightlife.