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Originally posted by: DonDiego
DonDiego's Hidden Gem is the Lady Luck Hotel and Casino in downtown Las Vegas.
Or, . . . at least, . . . that's the way it used to be.
My best and funniest hooker story took place at the Lady Luck.
OK, but it's a little long..
In my yonger days, upper 20's I believe. I was in Vegas by myself and was comped at the Lady Luck, not hard to do even at the $5 level back then. I was playing BJ and was on a lucky street. I had been playing about 14 straight hours. I then asked the boss for a steak house comp. Went up to my room and showered changed into my starched Wranglers, shiniest boots and best Stetson.
When I got into the elevator to go down to the restaurant there was a gorgeous lady there that had a pretty mean look on her face. Not to waste an opportunity I gave her some smooth pick-up line about being too pretty to have a bad look on her face. All I got was a "Sheees, men." Now I'm thinking, Oooops, maybe she's married, maybe I'm gonna get my but kicked.
Well, she goes to charge out of the elevator right as the doors open but the way is blocked by a huge gaggle of people all trying to use a coupon for a free long distance phone call, foot long hot dog or some other freebie. So, being the consummate gentleman I stepped forward and made a way for her through the crowd, "Excuse us, excuse us, please let this lady through." It took some doing to get through that coupon crazed mob.
So as we make it into the clear she turns to me and says "Thank you. Say Cowboy, would you like to buy me a drink?" I wasn't going to pass that up, after all even my bar drinks were comped. So we sit at the little bar that was practically a part of the sports book and Keno parlor. Over drinks and small talk I ask her why she seemed so pissed when in the elevator. She answered "Oh, some John stood me up." The bartender kinda snorted and turned his back, I just figured "John" was an idiot.
So, small talk ensued with the bartender hovering within eavesdropping range and me asking if John was a husband or boyfriend. I was also a little worried about the bartender, he was having trouble trying to stifle a cough or sneeze or something. So within a couple of minutes and several hints from "Cherie",the lovely lady, I start to get the idea....Then I blurt it out in slightly more than conversational volume, "You're a hooker!!"
Now the bartender really is having a fit of some kind and has to walk down the bar a ways with a towel over his mouth. Cherie tells me to keep my voice down, I'm going to get her in trouble. She thanks me for the drink and tells me she must go. I manage to apologize and keep her there a little longer. Now my curiosity is really up and I ask her how much she charges. She mostly evades the question and does her best not to answer. I am quite persuasive though and eventually she leans in close and tells me her price.
On hearing this statement I spit out my sip of beer and yell really loud "SIX HUNDRED DOLLARS!!!!!!!!"
At this point she says "Have a nice time in Vegas Cowboy" and walks away leaving the me sitting there, the bartender roaring laughter, the entire bar area, Keno lounge and sports book staring at us with a coup them clapping for/at me.
I always was a cheap bastard.
