"I've been reading your blog, and I want you to tell me how you know for sure a girl is a professional in Las Vegas. I think you are being far too liberal in how many women are in the pay for pleasure business in this town. You make it sound like every other women here is in the business." An old friend of mine from Kansas was in town this week for a convention. I literally hadn't seen him in twenty years. So when he called and told me he was in town and wanted to meet for a drink, I was happy to oblige.
It was Friday night on the strip and the two of us are sitting at a bar. This was the first time he had been to Las Vegas in fifteen years. "This town has changed immensely," he comments. He then looks around and says, "I want to get a girl. Do you think you can find one for me? How much will it cost?" If you can't find a girl in Las Vegas you are either blind or stupid, no in between. Anyways, I ask my friend how much does he want to pay? He then reaches into his pocket, pulls out a wad of bills and says, "Do you think this will cover it?" I was guessing it was three or four grand he was flashing...Basically, he had enough - "Go find one for me and bring her to my room," he requests with a smile. I told him to find his own, he was the one with the money. Anyways, he says this to me, "Come on! You are Mr. Vegas. Do an old buddy a favor and round one up for me. What are friends for?" I agree to his request. He gives a brief description of what he is desiring and then adds, "I will be waiting in my room. When you find her, bring her up there. I appreciate this buddy."
I have to let everyone in on a secret about how to spot a good time girl in Las Vegas. It's really quite simple. Find a girl or a small group of girls who are congregating in a bar or sitting at a slot machine by themselves. That is a tell-tell sign they might be professionals. Once you've spotted it, approach and strike up conversation. If they respond or seem friendly to your advances, that is another sign:
It only took five minutes of trolling before I ran into a usual suspect - "Sweetie," I tell her after buying her a second round, "I am going to cut to the chase with you. A friend of mine is in town and he is looking for company. This guy is carrying around a nice chunk of change and he's looking to spend some of it on a good time. You seem like a nice girl and I was wondering if you'd be interested." She was phenomenal! Black hair, brown eyes, a miniskirt hugging her full figure -"Honey, what is your friend looking for?" She says with a purr in her voice. "He is looking for the works, around the world, the whole enchilada. Now he's a little on the shy side. So that's why I'm doing the negotiating for him."
She looks at me after my statement, smiles and says, "If he wants the works, that will cost him 2k." Two thousand seems steep for something that was probably going to last an hour at the most. Besides, you never take a working girls first offer! Remember! Everything is negotiable in the world's oldest profession! "2k seems awful steep. He can't swing that much. He is thinking a long the lines of $600." She then looks at me and says, "Look, I will cut the rate to $1500 for what you're telling me. If he doesn't like that. He can screw himself. Believe me. I'll be worth every dime!" I was still thinking $600, so I thanked her for her time and proceeded to leave. As I was leaving, I hear her yell, "Hold on! Look, I could probably bring my rate down to a $1000, but that is it," I then look at her and say, "How about we do this? We split the difference between the $600 and the $1000...Call it $800.00?" She nods and says, "OK, $800 will give him an hour. Where is he?"
We make our way up to his room, I knock on the door, he answers. He had a smile from ear to ear when he saw what I brought for him. I then said - "This is Alisha, she is a friend of mine, and she has agreed to give you an hour of her time for $800. Does that sound good to you?" He looks at me and nods. I then say, "OK dude, it was nice seeing you. I got to head out. Call me next time you come to town." I had to work in a few hours. Besides I had done my duty, "Hey Rob," he tells me as I shake his hand, "Thanks for everything I will catch you next time. Come on in Sugar," he then escorts the girl into his room and closes the door.
I like to end every post of mine with a thought I'm having..Call it the village idiot thought of the day, "Las Vegas has an out of control prostitution problem. All the more reason to legalize and tax it. Let's face it, the worlds oldest profession is never going to go away! Why not legalize and derive the revenue from it. Lord knows, the country needs it! The revenue, that is."
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