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Although prostitution
is illegal in Las Vegas, the authorities must allow it because there are
so many and they're so obvious. Personally, I prefer to maximize the quantity
of my gambling time rather than improve the quality of my sack time. But
being the normal Western male who doesn't look like Sly Stallone or John
Travolta, normally I don't get asked out too often. It's a change to listen
to the lines women use to ensnare men instead of vice versa. What attracts
these professional ladies is a high roller or a winner. I don't fit into
the first category, but I consistently fit into the second.
A typical approach was one I heard in a small Las Vegas casino bar. The tables were too crowded for any worthwhile play, so I decided to wait until the show started and the casino cleared somewhat. As I sat there, a young woman took the seat next to me and smiled. She was, Very lovely, tall with long black hair and a clinging, long dress. I smiled back.
Once when playing at the Desert Inn, I won sixteen hundred dollars rather quickly, when the junket operator came over to chat. I stopped playing and stood next to my stool talking. At the sight of my winnings, the hookers congregated around the area very quickly. As I resumed play, one of my friends, Warren, sat down two seats away. Then three girls sat down, one between us and two bracketing us. The girl in the middle was very attractive, with golden hair curled loosely about her shoulders. She had evidently been drinking, and started talking loudly about being the best girl on the Strip (she was also very uninhibited about what details made her the best). Warren was taking all this in since this was his first trip to Las Vegas.
She noticed Warren's attention and gently put her hand between his legs under the table. I could see that Warren's playing (at least casino play) was over for the evening. The other two stayed for a while, but finding no action from me (why should I leave during a win streak?), soon departed. When I saw Warren the next morning, he grinned and told me that although he had little basis for comparison, she certainly did live up to her billing.
On a later trip, Warren and I had rented what turned out to be the dog of all rental-car dogs. It eventually broke down, but our luck was holding because we were right in front of a filling station. We nursed the car into the garage, where Warren decided to stay and see about getting it fixed. Since we were next to a very small casino, I decided to go in and play for a short time.
The place was so small it only had a couple of Blackjack tables. I sat down at one with a young female dealer and began to play. My fortune was still holding as I won about $450 in twenty minutes. The dealer was very nice, so I tipped her and quit before I lost my winnings back. You wouldn't have believed the look on the pit boss's face when I got up a big winner. The dealer saw it too and said, "Why don't you stay awhile? The fun is just starting." I declined and went to the cashier's cage .
A typical approach was one I heard in a small Las Vegas casino bar. The tables were too crowded for any worthwhile play, so I decided to wait until the show started and the casino cleared somewhat. As I sat there, a young woman took the seat next to me and smiled. She was, Very lovely, tall with long black hair and a clinging, long dress. I smiled back.
Once when playing at the Desert Inn, I won sixteen hundred dollars rather quickly, when the junket operator came over to chat. I stopped playing and stood next to my stool talking. At the sight of my winnings, the hookers congregated around the area very quickly. As I resumed play, one of my friends, Warren, sat down two seats away. Then three girls sat down, one between us and two bracketing us. The girl in the middle was very attractive, with golden hair curled loosely about her shoulders. She had evidently been drinking, and started talking loudly about being the best girl on the Strip (she was also very uninhibited about what details made her the best). Warren was taking all this in since this was his first trip to Las Vegas.
She noticed Warren's attention and gently put her hand between his legs under the table. I could see that Warren's playing (at least casino play) was over for the evening. The other two stayed for a while, but finding no action from me (why should I leave during a win streak?), soon departed. When I saw Warren the next morning, he grinned and told me that although he had little basis for comparison, she certainly did live up to her billing.
On a later trip, Warren and I had rented what turned out to be the dog of all rental-car dogs. It eventually broke down, but our luck was holding because we were right in front of a filling station. We nursed the car into the garage, where Warren decided to stay and see about getting it fixed. Since we were next to a very small casino, I decided to go in and play for a short time.
The place was so small it only had a couple of Blackjack tables. I sat down at one with a young female dealer and began to play. My fortune was still holding as I won about $450 in twenty minutes. The dealer was very nice, so I tipped her and quit before I lost my winnings back. You wouldn't have believed the look on the pit boss's face when I got up a big winner. The dealer saw it too and said, "Why don't you stay awhile? The fun is just starting." I declined and went to the cashier's cage .