Radar was stalking Michael Phelps in Las Vegas last night and got the “Sin Verguenza!” shot that we all dream of getting when he hit up ritzy, boobie-infested, club in Sin City. Looks like Phelps is truly living the life now that he’s the reigning champ in anything and everything that is concerned with swimming. Radar gives us the scoop on how Phelps rolls.

[Radar staff writer Neel Shah] notes that the Olympian was accompanied by an entourage of striped-shirted schmucks, one of whose sole duties appeared to be pointing a flashlight at anyone attempting to photograph the swimmer during his efforts to obtain a gold medal in ass-grabbing. (“It was unreal,” says Neel. “Within moments of entering the club he summoned two girls over… I’ve never seen such an aggressive grip.”)

We can’t tell who the girl is, but it’s probably not Amanda Beard. But, more importantly, does the guy to Phelps’ right have, like, eight fingers on one hand?! Or is that the new douche sign for “I approve of her bosoms?”

Michael Phelps Squeezes Out Another Victory At The Playboy Club [Radar, via Gawker]