foodcourtdruide
04-11-2008, 03:32 PM
So, I called in sick today so I could take an overnight trip to Atlantic City. I've really gotten into blackjack lately, and I like to play relatively low stakes. So, a Thursday late night/Friday early morning gambling run is perfect. You can find empty $10 tables everywhere in AC at that time.
My wife has to take care of her mother and disklikes gambling, so I had to go alone, which I don't mind because I enjoy the long drive alone and I'd rather play alone than worry about her being bored looking over my shoulder.
I played from 11pm - 3am and I needed a little break from the cards, so I went to the bar at the casino. The place was completely empty sans the bartender, so I sat at the bar and got a drink and started conversating with him. Twenty minutes later two really pretty women (pun intended) walk in and sit right next to me. I tried ignoring them, because the whole thing was shady from "the word go" (as Ron would say).
Then I hear: "Hi".
The woman sitting next to me told me her name and I told her mine. I then said the following: "This is the first time in my life a pretty girl has approached me in an empty bar and started speaking to me. Are you working?"
I remember saying it verbatum because I couldn't believe I said it. She said she was a working girl and asked to go up to my room. I told her I was married and uninterested, but if she wanted to hang around and talk I'd be happy to buy her a drink. Looking back on it, I really regret buying her that damn drink. I really had no interest in her, but I guess I wanted her to stick around because it was exciting talking to a hooker in a bar.
She asked me a few times if I wanted to "have fun", once we were comfortable with each other she used the terms "blowjob" and "fuck". I told her I had no interest, but was really curious about her lifestyle and why she does what she's doing. I kept telling her that I didn't want to keep her from her other business and if she saw other potential clients at the bar to go speak to them, because she'd have better luck.
We ended up talking for about an hour, and she only had that one drink.
I learned the following:
1. She has a son.
2. The baby daddy is still around, but she doesn't want child support.
3. She dislikes black customers the most because they tip poorly
4. Young guys are bad too, because they get possessive and tend to fall in love.
5. She wouldn't tell me how many men she's slept with.
6. She only cares about her son.
7. She grew up in Jersey, then moved to Vegas for 3 years and became a prostitute. She's been going back and forth since.
8. Indian guys generally have poor hygene, are extremely degrading to women, but are great tippers.
9. It was $200 for "half service" and $400 for "full sevice".
I told her about growing up with extreme OCD and how I had to go through therapy for a few years because of it and eventually took pills because of it. She said she had a friend that went through the same thing.
The bartender overheard her friend negotiating with another guy and they had to run. I asked her, "are you guys gonna run from the heat?" and she said "yeah" and I said, "wow you guys use the term 'heat'"?
Then she asked my room number and I again declined.
Pretty weird, huh?
My wife has to take care of her mother and disklikes gambling, so I had to go alone, which I don't mind because I enjoy the long drive alone and I'd rather play alone than worry about her being bored looking over my shoulder.
I played from 11pm - 3am and I needed a little break from the cards, so I went to the bar at the casino. The place was completely empty sans the bartender, so I sat at the bar and got a drink and started conversating with him. Twenty minutes later two really pretty women (pun intended) walk in and sit right next to me. I tried ignoring them, because the whole thing was shady from "the word go" (as Ron would say).
Then I hear: "Hi".
The woman sitting next to me told me her name and I told her mine. I then said the following: "This is the first time in my life a pretty girl has approached me in an empty bar and started speaking to me. Are you working?"
I remember saying it verbatum because I couldn't believe I said it. She said she was a working girl and asked to go up to my room. I told her I was married and uninterested, but if she wanted to hang around and talk I'd be happy to buy her a drink. Looking back on it, I really regret buying her that damn drink. I really had no interest in her, but I guess I wanted her to stick around because it was exciting talking to a hooker in a bar.
She asked me a few times if I wanted to "have fun", once we were comfortable with each other she used the terms "blowjob" and "fuck". I told her I had no interest, but was really curious about her lifestyle and why she does what she's doing. I kept telling her that I didn't want to keep her from her other business and if she saw other potential clients at the bar to go speak to them, because she'd have better luck.
We ended up talking for about an hour, and she only had that one drink.
I learned the following:
1. She has a son.
2. The baby daddy is still around, but she doesn't want child support.
3. She dislikes black customers the most because they tip poorly
4. Young guys are bad too, because they get possessive and tend to fall in love.
5. She wouldn't tell me how many men she's slept with.
6. She only cares about her son.
7. She grew up in Jersey, then moved to Vegas for 3 years and became a prostitute. She's been going back and forth since.
8. Indian guys generally have poor hygene, are extremely degrading to women, but are great tippers.
9. It was $200 for "half service" and $400 for "full sevice".
I told her about growing up with extreme OCD and how I had to go through therapy for a few years because of it and eventually took pills because of it. She said she had a friend that went through the same thing.
The bartender overheard her friend negotiating with another guy and they had to run. I asked her, "are you guys gonna run from the heat?" and she said "yeah" and I said, "wow you guys use the term 'heat'"?
Then she asked my room number and I again declined.
Pretty weird, huh?