OK..I haven't even seen this lady, let alone get approched by her and this is starting to creep me out..:evillaugh
Okay, not a super-great story, but here goes: I was out about 4 a.m. with a buddy, hitting the bars. We'd just left Rio. We were waiting for a taxi when this girl, shoes in hand, came up behind us. As a taxi pulled up, we got in and she asked me if we could share a cab. When I told her that she didn't know where we were going, she said as long as it was another casino hotel she was fine. Then we had this great silent conversation. I looked her in the eyes and raised my eyebrow a bit. She looked at me with feigned innocense, then got a little smirk. I cocked my head a little and smiled back at her. Just a little one, as I arched my eyebrows a little more. She stared back at me a minute, then veeerryyy slightly nodded her head, as if to say "yeah, I'm a hooker." I reached over, took her hand and told her that we would be honored to share a taxi with her. So we get in, all three in the backseat and she held my hand on the ride to MGM with her head on my shoulder. We talked just a little as my buddy just stared out his side window and I noticed her Jamacain accent. I told her that I thought it was fake, and she acted offended and swore she was from Barbados and rattled off a bunch of places there. At the end of the ride, I help her out of the taxi and she started to reach for her purse. I stopped her and told her it was my treat. She thanked me, gave me a big hug and a kiss on the cheek and whispered in my ear, in a thick New York accent, "Okay, I'm really from New York, but everyone's got to have a gimmick, right?" We pulled back from each other, still holding hands and looked at each other for a beat, then busted out laughing. I wished her good luck and my buddy and I went to check out Studio 54, as she gave me a smile and a wave and walked away. So there ya go, a "romantic" hooker story.
I've seen Gypsy, I know that line You gotta have a gimmick, girl, if you wanna get ahead http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gFRSawe33sA [Natalie Wood, love her!!]
LOL...you Vegas Pervs...I knew that was coming Yea that's just what I need is a 300lb black hummer.... But a 5000lb Black Hummer, now you're talkin
A couple of years back I went to the Spearamint Rhino accompanied by a fellow anonymous VMBer. It was quite busy for a Sunday night but I guess the big shoppers' convention had them hoppin'. My pal sipped her drink in the dimness while I trolled, finally coming across this blonde barbie named Inga who was not shy with regards to 900-number style conversation. I gave her the opportunity to enterain me, and for $60 she was worth it. My board-buddy had a midnight curfew so we said our goodbyes, and not long after that I was grabbed by a long lean attractive looking lady in a chiffon '20s-style flapper outfit and velvet gloves to her elbows. Very assertive, these ladies. She introduced herself as Bettie and without pause plopped down on the sofa next to me- one leg across my lap, arm around my shoulders- and launched into a hard sell about some company she worked for that marketed a product called "Sphincterine." Apparently it's like mouthwash for your ass, and she was really pitching hard for me to try it. Although I politely declined she pressed on, pushing her business card into my hand. Face to face I quickly realized she was much older than I thought on first impression. She also had some nutty, desperate look about her...very creepy. I think she may have been planning some sort of dinner party because she said I could come to her place and toss her salad. After some more nervous conversation I politely stood up and backed away, continuing like a crawfish straight to the exit. I noticed the website on the card, mintyass.com, before chucking it into the trash. I spent the taxi ride home dousing myself with what remained of the hand sanitizer. Figured I should throw this one in the...annals.
You aren't serious with really thinking that are you? Tossing Salad - Google it! A** (enter tongue movement here)
Oh geez, Sandra... I'm sure Jack 21 knows all about what tossing salad means. I mean, he hangs out with Terry for cryin' out loud! evillaugh Mikey
Can I just say, as a veteran of some fairly substantial buffoonery: Never. Ever. throw funny shit like that in the trash without at least taking a picture of it!!! Busted out at the right moment, that business card could have had tequila shooting through countless noses at once!!
Here it is: http://www.mintyass.com/ Nothing like a minty ass. :evillaugh And here is the catchy song that we all sing at the Meet: http://mintyass.com/Sphincterine%203.wav
Somehow I've got a feeling (fresh and tingly, even!) that a bottle of this stuff is gonna find it's way to the March Madness festivities... Mikey
Hookers in Vegas ? . . #1.... Lately, I'm running into more of the "Gambling Whore" type. Short Vegas stay.....gamble + lose.....turn a trick.....get back out there + gamble some more ! . . #2.... Weekender.....from Cal.......might even have her boyfriend w/ her. "Sweetheart, we lost all our $$$....now, darlin' go make us some money !" . . I've run into both these types, lately. . . Had a guy offer his girlfiend to me at a Crap table at Tropicana. "Dude, I don't know you, but.......she's your girlfriend !!! ??" "Yeh...so what ?" . . . Had a "chick" pull up in a brand new White truck - block my path on the sidewalk - north of Sahara - 3 am. "Hey, honey, wanna get in my truck ?" "No thanks....I'll walk." Her truck was the only thing NEW + CLEAN ! . . Had my wife get "approached" by a guy at Caesars sports bar. My wife was so naive, at first.........it was funny ! When she caught on.. She turned to me and asked a VP strategy question -- I called her "Ma'am" and pretended NOT to know her ! The bartenders were hysterical ! They were pouring me Patron after that.......and my wife was punching my ribs. . . There was the "Tranny" at The Sahara casino bar. Wanted to go to my room. Had the hormone injections....fake boobs..... .but I think "The Package" was still there. . . In the Golden Nugget - I met a very aggressive ....."Massage Therapist". I said "I don't need a massage right now." She whispered in my ear "Then, how 'bout a BJ." I'm guessing she didn't have a license. . . . Caesars Nephretitty Bar........4 am. - mistakenly walked passed this bar. I avoided it EVERY other nite of my stay ! I had to run "THE GAUNTLET OF HOOKERS" Held onto my $$ wad and put my head down and rushed for a First Down ! I don't know if I had any clothes left on me ? . . I've got more.
Nevada issues licenses for that? Are there different classes depending on the level of service/degree of complexity?