"Do you mind if I take a seat?" There were fifteen empty benches she could choose from, but for some reason - which I would discover soon, she picked the one I was sitting at.
She was dark, not just a little dark. It was midnight dark. Her body was succulent... it was obvious by the way the summer dress she was wearing clung to it - "How are you?" I say sheepishly. If it was conversation she wanted, it was conversation she would have. "I am fine," she says with a glowing, ivory white smile. "May I ask a favor from you?" she says in a sexy manner. I nod yes, "May I borrow your phone? Mine is dead and I want to call my friend to come pick me up."
As I hand my phone to her, she asks, "What is your name?" I give her my alias, "Andy Gallegos, and what is yours?" I ask in return. She smiles and says, "Sabrina," she then uses the phone and hands it back. I then inquire on what she does for a living, and without hesitation she says - "I dance at Hustler's and entertain on the side." I loved her gall. She was trolling for new customers and wasn't a bit bashful about it. "How long have you been in town?" I ask inquisitively. "I moved from San Francisco a few months ago. I knew I could make a lot more money here than there. Plus, it is so much cheaper to live in Las Vegas," was her response to my query.
The best attribute for women who choose the world's oldest profession as a livelihood is to make sure their marks are at ease. And she had me at ease quickly, very quickly - "Maybe you and I could work something out?" She says with a smile. Truth be told, she is way out of my price range. Shit, a ham sandwich is out of my range. I then say this - "Honey, if only I had the spare scratch. We would go back to my place right now. Unfortunately, you are looking at the poorest guy in town. But if you ever need a practice dummy. I could be that guy!" She laughs and says - "You are such a cutie, and funny. But it's a business. So no freebies."
We chat a little more about the weather and then I say, "I sincerely believe that some time down the road prostitution will be legal everywhere. It has been happening forever. I don't see why it isn't legal now. I guarantee the government can use the tax revenue. Why not regulate and tax it?" After my remark, she smiles and says, "I agree with you one hundred percent. The country would be out of the hole tomorrow if 'whoring' was taxed. I would pay it if it kept me out of trouble." A girl after my heart, Libertarian was written all over her.
We chat a bit longer and then she says, "I have to go now honey, my ride is waiting for me," she hands me a business card with her contact information on it. "If you ever come across any 'fun money.' Give me a call and I will show you the time of your life," were her parting words. Watching her walk off was a treat. Her legs were layered with muscles, her waste was thin and her rear end...oh man. Every step she took her ass would swing back and forth like a ducks. It was as if she had a pendulum in it or something of that nature.
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