Been complaining that Michael Phelps is too much machine and rehearsal, not enough … personality, charm, hot blooded sex.

Vegas can help with that. And as you can see… it did.

Phelps was in Vegas last night, Radar is reporting that weeks and weeks of training, of restraining, of holding back the junk, all of it culminated in a horndog display of Olympic proportions. As soon as he arrived, he supposedly hit up two girls at a time and it was like that for the rest of the evening.

Randy boy…

Poor girlfriend…

Apparently his crew was trying to thwart photos all night, perhaps trying to prevent this kind of exposure and the fallout that could come with it. If there’s a girl, and many say there is, it probably isn’t a happy day.