Vegas Hooker Stories

I guess I'll jump on the Vegas hooker story bandwagon along with Grrouchie, Rob, and Lightning. I'll start with the first story that I already shared in the comments section of Rob's first Vegas hooker story.

I had been to Vegas probably half a dozen times and had seen a few ladies I thought might have been "working girls," but I'd never been approached directly by one until my visit in July of 2008.  On that trip I got approached three different times.  I wasn't sure if I just looked more desperate for female attention or if the failing Vegas economy had forced them to get more aggressive.  The truth was probably a little of both.

It was a Wednesday night and I had had a pretty successful day at the poker tables by my low-roller standards pocketing just shy of $700 for the day.  It was about 3:00 in the morning as I decided to head back to my room at the Flamingo from Planet Hollywood.  I decided to drop $100 in a dollar Wheel of Fortune slot to see if I could get lucky.  (The Wheel of Fortune slots are my one weakness when it comes to the arcade games in Sin City.)  I also wanted to rack up a few points just to see if I could get any room offers from the P-Ho for my next trip to Vegas.

I had slowly leaked away about half of my $100 when a fairly attractive blonde wandered past and casually asked if I was having any luck.  I didn't really know how to answer since I had won earlier at poker, but was losing at the slot machine so I just shrugged and said I was doing okay.  I didn't realize she was setting up a business proposition until her follow up question, "Do you want any company tonight?"  Ohhhhhhhh...I see what's happening here.

Maybe I'm just naive, but I really didn't get what was happening when she first stopped to chat.  I mean, any of you that have been to Vegas know that it's really not unusual for a complete stranger to high five you or raise their glass and shout "PARTY!" as you pass them.  I just thought it was another friendly tourist.  I suppose the time of the morning probably should have clued me in.

I responded to her with a very polite, and probably a little timid, "No, thank you."  She just patted/rubbed me on my shoulder and repeated back to me, "No, thank you," in a sort of "Aww wasn't that sweet" kind of way and moved along.

My second ever hooker encounter happened right after that on the walk back to the Flamingo.  A nice looking young black girl in a really nice white Lexus was sitting at a red light waiting to pull out of the Paris driveway onto Las Vegas Boulevard.  As I neared her car to walk in front of her she rolled her window down and pretty much shouted at me, "Hey, baby, you looking for some company tonight?" I completely ignored her and kept walking.  She proceeded to roll her passenger side window down and continued trying to capture my attention.  I never broke stride.  By now her light had turned green and the cars behind her were honking their horns.  She yelled out the window at them, "SHUT THE F*&# UP!!!"

She then pulled onto LVB and then turned right into the Bally's driveway right in front of me and continued her tirade.  At this point she was clearly pissed that I was ignoring her and started yelling things like, "Hey! I'm talking to you! Hey! Don't ignore me!"  I was honestly a little shaken by the whole thing, but just kept right on walking.  Then to add to my anxiousness there was a group of about four very scary looking dudes standing on the walkway over Flamingo Rd. All I could think as I approached them was that I had almost $1,500 in my pocket!  I strode past them and was super relieved to see a Bill's security guard and LVPD officer standing and chatting at the bottom of the stairs on the Bill's side of the street.

The third encounter wasn't a good story.  She offered.  I declined.  That was it.