Well, that's the thing about message board threads . . . . sarcasm is NOT obvious. Sorry I overreacted.
To be clear, I wasn't hating on you...more so the co-worker that @DaiLun made me think of....then again, she did send me some interesting pictures the other day
One night in Biloxi I was playing video poker at the bar around 1-2am. A large drunk woman kept trying to talk to me from 3 machines over (with 2 men sitting between us on my left). I was polite enough but mostly ignored her; I was wrapped up in my game, and it was paying well. She eventually moved to the machine to my right and we talked for a little longer. I knew something was up, but assumed she was a working girl and I would just have to blow her off politely. When she asked what I was doing in town and I told her, she asked if I was gay and I confirmed. From that moment, the conversation completely changed. She said "what do you think I'm doing here?" and I said, I don't know, hustling guys in the casino? She started telling me about some of the men she'd gone upstairs with. I thought, yep, hooker. But then she said "I don't even have sex with them. I have this stuff I put in their drinks..." Needless to say, I was now fascinated, even if I didn't completely believe her on the first part. I quit playing, but made sure to keep an eye on my money in the game, my wallet in my pocket, and now–especially–my drink. She opened her phone and started showing me photo after photo of the Rolexes she's stolen. They were Instagram screenshots. She told me about all the different Rolex varieties, what they're worth, how to tell fakes, etc. She told me about her pimp and her daughter and a whole bunch of other stuff. I think she really just wanted to get it off her chest and to have someone to talk to. NB: I saw a mention in this thread many pages back from another gay guy who said he ends up being a therapist to sex workers after they proposition him, so I guess I'm not the only one. I was just amazed by how much she opened up to me, a complete stranger she had just targeted for drugged robbery. The entire time we talked she was loud enough for anyone in the area to hear, including the guys to my left. She even motioned to the bartender and said "he knows me" and tried to get his attention. He ignored her–not easy–but never called security or asked her to leave. Weird! After almost an hour of conversation the fake hooker added me on Instagram and told me she needed to get on with her night. She walked around for a few minutes before landing next to a guy on the other side of the bar. Within 10 minutes they were both gone. The guys on my left immediately started going off about how nasty she was and were saying they couldn't believe I talked to her. I reminded them it wasn't my first choice to talk to her either, but then again, her stories were fascinating. We still follow each other on IG. Recently, she disappeared from the feed for months. Not sure if she got arrested or what, but she's back to posting and deleting pics of casino suites and stacks of cash. As for Vegas, I never got approached until my last trip. One woman at Encore, late 30s-looking in a minidress and caked-on makeup, blocked my path under a palm frond and said "where are you going?" I laughed and said "over there" while doing the *shoo* motion with my hand. I don't mean to be rude, but don't block my path! The next night at Cosmo a beautiful young woman in her 20s walked towards me as I walked off the casino floor towards the Chelsea side. She, too, said "where are you going?" and I laughed and shook my head and mumbled "no." After I passed her I heard a loud, "I said," as her fingers ran up the back of my tricep, "WHERE are you GOING?"
Escorts/Hookers really do want to talk. I spent a few days with one ( not on the clock) hanging out at her place, going out for drinks and she took me to a stable where she kept her horse on the NE side of Vegas.
My 65 year-old friend, his 30 year-old son and a son's friend just came back from Vegas. The first story I heard was how this scantily clad young thing came up to the guys on the street near Park MGM, rubbed against some of them, and said, "I think I want to marry one of you."
About 2 years ago, there was a hooker who engaged me three times over 2 consecutive evenings in or around the Flamingo. ( I had only had been approached once before in Caesars over 10 years ago. ) Tonight I was on the escalator in Bally's and the same one from 2 yrs ago tried again !!
Was playing late one evening at CP and one sat down next to me at a slot. Not your "normal" lady of the night. She seemed rather classy middle aged woman. Dressed nice (not hot). Could be one of our neighbors. Actually was attracted to her, but no way was I going that route - though the Fantasy is still there. Now that I think about it, I would not have minded giving her some bucks just for company. Later that night while heading to room, I saw her again heading to elevators with a guy.
Agree, they even hit on me and I would need a bunch of Viagra to get started. Funniest one ever: Babe about 30, not too bad, whispers in my ear and says she is the girl I had the wet dream about last night. I said, Honey, if I had a wet dream I would call 911 because I would think I was dying.
