Truth or Dare

I finally was able to complete this dare.

Before I went to the hotel, I prepared and old pair of short and underpants and an old tee shirt by cutting them apart with a knife.

I booked a room at a hotel next door to a Gentleman's club.  The hotel was perfect, since there were no security cameras, it was in an isolated location, and the door to the room does not close on its own (and actually at times will swing open if not latched.  The only downfall I had was the room I was given was in a separate building on the back of the property, on the 2nd floor, at the end of the balcony (so there was NO chance of alerting a casual passerby - meaning I would HAVE to wait for housekeeping)  I took my props upstairs to my room and then dressed in matching shorts and tee shirt I went to the club for about an hour or two.

When I got back to my room, I prepared my gear.  I hid the spare car key above the bathroom door, and then realized I made a critical mistake.  I had two sets of clothes in the room, so I went back down to my car checked around, and put all my clothes in the trunk, then (trying to stay in the shadows as much as possible).  I went back to my room totally naked and went to sleep for a little bit.  In the morning I sat down on the chair and used my torn shirt to tie my feet to the legs.  Then I positioned the underwear and shorts so that it would appear to have been cut off while sitting there.  I then tied a pair of socks fairly tight to the arms.  (If you do it right, you can get enough leverage to wiggle your hands through the sock ropes, but can't get them out on your own again because the socks slide up the arms - try it some time.  Once your hands are in, you are committed.)  I had the chair right next to the open window with the door cracked open.

After I was tied to the chair for 3 hours, I heard the sound of the housekeeping cart and got a rude shock; the housekeeper was a man.  Oh well, I was committed and there was not turning back now.  He started on the lower floor and I kept waiting.  However, I got a break when I noticed a pink shirt going into the room next door on my floor.  When I saw the pink again I cried out for Help.  She noticed the door cracked open and glanced in, then excused herself when she saw I was naked and started to leave.  I asked her to help again with a little desperation in my voice.  She came in the room again and noticed I was tied up.  She called to the housekeeper to come up (it turns out she was the manager) and untie me.  He was also shocked when he came in.

She had the housekeeper untie my hands and I was able to untie my feet.  I pointed out my shredded clothes and wondered if one of them could recover a spare pair of shorts which I keep in my van to shoot baskets after work.  The housekeeper was going to, but she vetoed it saying that they will not touch any of my stuff.  When I wondered how I would get all the way to the parking lot, she suggested using the sheet.

I was able to wear the sheet to my van before slipping on my shorts, then since I was unwilling to fill out a police report (due to the embarrassment), she insisted that I sign a affidavit stating that I will not hold the hotel or either of them liable, or give them any negative review.  She also told me she NEVER wants me to stay in that hotel again.

It has been a while, but I was finally able to complete this dare (proving that I will not submit a dare on this site that I will not be willing to do myself.)

I drive naked in the car daily as often as I can  (nearly daily), including when I drive into the city.  About the ONLY times I've been spotted was when I purposedly pulled over and asked someone for directions, and even then most of the time they give me directions and never even notice.

It is extraordinarly hard to see if someone is naked below the waist when two cars pull up next to each other, unless the one car is MUCH larger in profile.  Most people just don't take the effort, even IF they glance over.

CalvinMT:  A good thing to do with your shorts for a back-up plan is to tuck them aside of you between your hip and the door.  They are out of sight (even if someone is standing right at your window), but are in easy reach if you happen to spot a cop and NEED to cover-up quickly.

No pictures, but I decided to do my "Lost in Car Dare" but this time wearing a black lace nightgown rather than being naked.  The outfit has a slit almost up to the crotch, and I was naked underneath, but there was enough to keep covered.

Because I was dressed (in a sense) I was able to be much more bold in choosing women to ask for directions, however only two women actually gave me the correct directions.  Nobody except the very last person I asked made any comment at all about my nightgown.  That person happened to be a streetwalker who wanted to get in the car.  She accepted that I just wanted directions and pointed me to a mini-market down the street, but I commented that I can't really go into a store (while glancing down).  She asked why I was wearing that and I told her that my girlfriend took my clothes and left me a note, but forgot about her nightgown, so I could either wear that or go naked.  She replied "Well, I think it looks cute on you."  Then she gave me pretty good directions to where I was going.

Since it was just about midnight, I decided to head home at this time.

The final day in Vegas I made one more naked drive to the strip, but this time I went just after sunset (at around 8:00).  To further up the ante, I decided to stay as close to the right side of the road as possible, so I was right next to the sidewalk the entire time.

For the first few blocks, I was driving totally naked right next to the sidewalk in stop and go traffic.  Despite the bright lights making me visible, everyone was too focused on their surroundings to notice.  After 4 blocks the lane I was in was blocked for construction.  Just when I was going to merge into the lane next to me, a pair of young women in hot pants and sequined tops were walking just off the edge of the sidewalk.  They were just passing by when the brunette glanced over and suddenly stopped.  She motioned her friend over and they just started coming over to my window when I was starting to merge into traffic.  I could not turn back out of traffice at that point without looking suspicious.  They kept pace for a few feet, then continued on their way, soon stopping and dancing at the music from someone behind me.

A block later (after traffic forced me into the middle lanes) I was passed by 3 bicyclists in yellow shirts which read Metro Police.  Luckily, they didn't stop or look over or I would have been in trouble.  10 minutes later, I passed the cops again as they were stopped on a corner, but again didn't notice.  A little while later, two black women along my right side notice I was shirtless, and joked with me about not being able to handle the heat.  made small talk with them, but didn't tell them I was fully naked because the cops were not too far back.

After passing the Stratosphere, I ended up passing a streetwalker who waved (but I couldn't stop and ask for directions because I was moving in heavy traffic).  A few blocks later I moved over a few streets and headed back.  After a little more than an hour, I finally spotted a pair of young ladies on a quiet street. I stopped and asked them for directions to a major road off the strip. They gave me directions to the road that took me right down the strip, so I asked them if there was any way that avoided the strip. The one came to the window and started giving me alternate directions, but quickly noticed that I was naked. She immediately and quite loudly said "you're naked!", which brought her two friends over.

I responded "I know, I lost a bet but I can't find the road I'm supposed to get to, and I don't exactly want to drive down the strip without clothes."  Losing a bet in Vegas is not too uncommon, so they gave me good directions to a round-about way to the Seemless Gentleman's Club across from the Orleans Casino.  I thanked them an then drove off, changing my route soon after I was out of sight.

I finished the night driving back down the strip.  This drive was totally uneventful and I made it back to the hotel just before midnight.

On a trip to Las Vegas this past week, I did this dare three consecutive days (I'll detail them separately).

On Tuesday at about 10:00 p.m. I left my hotel in Henderson and stripped naked after I got into my rental car (a Jeep Liberty). I buried my clothes under the passenger seat where they would be hard to find. From the hotel it was about a 15 to 20 minute drive to the Strip.

On the way at a traffic light, a pick-up truck pulled up along my right side and a very pretty young lady started a conversation about the weather (the temperature was still just over 100, but the previous week it was nearly 110). She either never noticed I was naked, or didn't care.

After that, I made the right turn onto Las Vegas Boulevard and stayed in the middle and left lanes, so there was more chance of being seen by other motorists.  Traffic (as normal for the strip) was a slowly moving parking lot, but nobody saw I was naked. Eventually I heard female voices and notice a SUV limousine coming up along my right side with gorgeous women hanging out the window and standing out of the sunroof. The side of the limo said Sapphire Gentleman's Club. They passed me and the woman hanging out the window called for me to give her a high five. When I caught up to them I reached out the open window and slapped her hand before they turned off onto Flamingo (none of them seemed to notice that I was anything except shirtless).

I continued nearly to the Stratosphere, then did a U-turn and went back down the other side of the road. It was a very uneventful drive (but quite a thrill driving naked down a busy and well lit road).

On Wednesday, I did the drive again, but this time it was completely uneventful. The only change I made this time was I stayed as far right as I could, so I would be visible to the crowds of people on the sidewalks, but nobody even took a second glance.

[The final day will follow shortly - since that was more eventful than Wednesday was.]