by Raymond X. [Editor\u2019s note: On July 18, 1987, the San Francisco\u00a0Chronicle\u00a0carried a short item about \u201cRolex Hookers\u201d\u2014women who pose as prostitutes, then rob their \u201ccustomers\u201d after drugging them. They frequently seek out men wearing Rolex watches because the watches are usually worth thousands of dollars by themselves.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n According to the\u00a0Chronicle,\u00a0one woman alone is wanted in several states for nine homicides that resulted from overdoses of the various \u201cknockout\u201d drugs employed. These women frequently work in airport bars, but this crime is becoming more and more common in major casino hotels. In Las Vegas casinos, these women do not need to look for Rolex watches, what with so much visible cash. Likewise, in casinos, they often do not pose as prostitutes, but simply as other guests of the hotel.<\/em> I was in town for two nights. There was this woman who kept popping up in different places\u2014all around the casino I would see her, whether I was playing blackjack, craps, or whatever.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I was just there to gamble. She was never on a game, to begin with. She would kind of be in the background watching. But a lot of people were watching because I was betting blacks the whole time. At times, when I would get up, I had stacks of chips. I just had large stacks of blacks\u201420, 30, 40 of them. And so people were stopping and watching. I didn\u2019t really attribute seeing her to anything else other than that she was just kind of interested. That night, the first night, as I was going up to my room, I was waiting at the elevator. She came up and got up right next to me and punched another elevator to go up, looked at me and just smiled, said, \u201cHi.\u201d And that\u2019s it. That was the end of it. Never saw her again that night. I went up and went to bed. Finally, near the end of the night she comes on my table. I\u2019m getting ready to leave. I\u2019m getting to the point where I\u2019m getting tired. Again, I had a good night. I was lucky. I\u2019d won about $5000 or so. She gets on the table and starts playing, but never talks to me, never says a word. Again, just casually looks over and smiles, just like anybody would, just about. Finally, when she\u2019s getting ready to leave, she says something like, \u201cGood luck,\u201d and she\u2019s gone again. I\u2019m wondering what\u2019s going on here. Is this girl doing anything? Has she got something on her mind? I\u2019m not sure. And the first thing that pops into my mind is, maybe she\u2019s with the casino. Maybe it\u2019s her job to get close to me and talk to me and find out if I\u2019m a professional card counter or blackjack player or something. But that doesn\u2019t make sense. They can just watch me and figure out if I’m good. And I don\u2019t want to give her a line, so I just tell her: \u201cOh no, no, no. I\u2019m a businessman. I just like to come up and play.\u201d And not only is she from New York, she\u2019s from an area upstate where my folks have lived for a long time. And she knows the area and right there I start talking about old home week, like \u201cIs this place still there? Did you ever go to this place? Did you eat dinner at this place?\u201d Whatever. And I\u2019m starting to like this girl. We\u2019re kind of having a good time talking about this. All my fears start to just completely go right out the window. She\u2019s smooth. Really smooth. Talking just like another tourist, and she\u2019s lucky that she hit on the place where I\u2019m from, otherwise I don\u2019t think my guard would have been down so much. So I start weighing the good and the bad about the whole thing. I think: Is there any chance that this girl could be a prostitute or something? And I think about it and I go, \u201cNo, she\u2019s not good looking enough,\u201d which is really tough for me. That\u2019s one of the tough things about this whole thing. If this girl had been a goddess or something, I would probably have had more of an excuse for doing what I did. But as it turns out, it works in her favor that she\u2019s not beautiful, because you don\u2019t have all those thoughts of \u201cThis girl is a professional and somehow she\u2019s a danger.\u201d That\u2019s not the case. I think she\u2019s probably not a hooker because she\u2019s not very good looking and I don\u2019t think she\u2019d make a very good living at it. But she was by herself. I looked at her and thought she\u2019s on the homely side, and she\u2019s all alone and she\u2019s not going to find anyone. So I thought, this would be a nice thing to do. Honest to God. Not that I\u2019m anybody\u2019s gift to women or anything, but I thought that if this girl really likes me, then this could be a nice thing to do for her. I\u2019m being candid. That\u2019s really what went through my mind. That was probably the deciding factor. So, I take the money and flatten it out, and it\u2019s a wad because it\u2019s all in $100 bills. I\u2019ve got a hundred $100 bills basically, and I put the whole wad underneath the bath mat that\u2019s draped over the side of the tub. And it\u2019s a pretty good hiding place really. It doesn\u2019t show or anything. But I think to myself, \u201cAt some point this girl is going to be in this bathroom by herself and if she stumbles upon this, she might take $100.\u201d So I don\u2019t do that. I come out and she goes into the bathroom and I put the money on a drapery cord behind the drapes. I kind of latch it onto that. She answers the phone and he says, \u201cIs this Ray\u2019s room?\u201d I was already out at this point. I had felt just a sweeping tiredness, but not that I said, \u201cI\u2019m in trouble, I\u2019m drugged.\u201d I said, \u201cI\u2019m tired. It\u2019s been a long night. I\u2019ve been doing a lot of drinking,\u201d which was true. I drank a lot at the end of my work at the tables. I always drink a lot after I play. So, alcohol mixed with the drug doesn\u2019t do me any good, obviously. But all of a sudden I just went goodnight. And I just went to sleep. Bang, I\u2019m out. But Ralph\u2019s call may have saved me from her getting into my credit cards and things. She might have thought, \u201cI\u2019d better get out of here.\u201d She had the money and she probably didn\u2019t go any further looking for anything else. The only other thing she took was my pants. There was no reason for her to take them. She was just adding insult to injury. Maybe she hangs them up as a trophy.<\/p>\n\n\n\n So, she leaves the phone off the hook. Ralph told me later he was calling me all day, for hours, and the phone is busy, busy. He didn\u2019t know what to do. Finally, he said, \u201cForget it. Something could be wrong.\u201d And he called security and told them, \u201cLook, I have a friend up there. I know the guy\u2019s in there. His phone\u2019s been off the hook for seven hours now. You\u2019d better go in.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ralph comes to my room with the security guard. The next thing I know is I hear the guard yelling my name asking me if I\u2019m all right. He wouldn\u2019t come into the room. It\u2019s their policy that they don\u2019t go into the room. They\u2019ll only go to the door, open it, and yell in. I wake up to this. And he says, \u201cThis is security. Are you alright?\u201d I go, \u201cYeah, I\u2019m all right.\u201d And immediately I swivel around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Now, it dawns on me. I look and she\u2019s gone. I thought, Oh God. It falls into place now. For some reason, though I was really drugged and out of it, I still knew that there was a problem. The information they gave me was that two guys had already died from overdoses in casino hotel rooms. These girls are not pharmacists. They don\u2019t know what they\u2019re doing, and they\u2019re going to make sure they give you enough to put you out if you don\u2019t drink much, which is what I did. I had one slug, one good drink of this drink. I didn\u2019t finish it. And it effectively put me out for two days. I don\u2019t know what would have happened if I drank it all. I could be dead. The cops said it\u2019s very dangerous and it\u2019s a growing problem, not just in casinos, although it\u2019s very prevalent in casinos now. She just outsmarted me, outfoxed me. I was no match for her. I was no match and I was even trying to look out for trouble because I was worried about all that cash. I was looking out, and still, I was putty to her. She used me so easily. That\u2019s why it\u2019s dangerous. That\u2019s what\u2019s scary about the whole situation. The glasses are all turned over. Everything was out of the glasses, cleaned. A High Roller Gets Rolled by Raymond X.(From\u00a0Blackjack Forum\u00a0Volume VII #3, September 1987)\u00a9 Blackjack Forum 1987 [Editor\u2019s note: On July 18, 1987, the San Francisco\u00a0Chronicle\u00a0carried a short item about \u201cRolex Hookers\u201d\u2014women who pose as prostitutes, then rob their \u201ccustomers\u201d after drugging them. 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(From\u00a0Blackjack Forum<\/em>\u00a0Volume VII #3, September 1987)
\u00a9 Blackjack Forum 1987<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n
Raymond X., a professional blackjack player, was the victim of this crime, one lucky enough to live to tell his story. Some details have been changed to protect his identity, but otherwise this is his story in his own words. \u2013 Arnold Snyder]<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\nRolex Hookers in Las Vegas<\/h5>\n\n\n\n
Later, as I would go to the bathroom or something, I\u2019d see her coming the other way. She\u2019d kind of smile, almost like trying to get me so I would know who she was. I\u2019d go listen to the music for awhile, take a break, I\u2019d see her around the other end of the bar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Next day, I would start playing again, and all of a sudden, there she is again. It dawned on me, this girl might be a prostitute. She\u2019s probably a prostitute or something, because I I keep seeing her around.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anyway, I quit playing. I\u2019ve got about a $5000 win. And I\u2019m feeling pretty good about it. I\u2019m walking around the casino just looking at other games. I\u2019m by myself. I\u2019m walking around and she\u2019s playing at another table, sees me coming and says something to me like, \u201cHow\u2019d you do over there?\u201d I stop and chat with her a little bit at her table. So we get familiar, sort of. And she seems like a real nice girl, kind of soft-spoken and that type of thing.
I go to the bar. I\u2019ll be honest with you, I was at the bar wondering if this girl is going to come by the bar. I\u2019m figuring she is and I\u2019m going to find out. If it seems like she\u2019s a prostitute or something of that nature, I\u2019m going to decline and I\u2019m going to go to bed. She comes over and sits down at the bar. I invite her to come over and sit down. I\u2019ll buy her a drink.
From that point I fully expect something from this girl. I expect some sort of a proposition or something. But she doesn\u2019t come through with it. We talk casually. First thing she says, she walks up and says, \u201cSo, are you a professional? Do you do this for a living?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
She goes, \u201cWell, you play awfully well.\u201d Which, even if I do, how could she tell from what she saw, which was not very much. Anyway, really, I was just having a lucky night. She starts discussing blackjack. She likes blackjack too and she plays often and she thinks a lot of the typical things about it\u2014\u201cI like to play with good players on my table\u201d and all that kind of stuff. So, I get into a discussion with her about that.
She told me that she was on vacation with two girlfriends, and her friends had picked up some guys and they were with these guys, and she was reluctant to go back to her hotel room that she was sharing with her friends. She didn\u2019t know what the situation would be with the guys that they went with. So I said, \u201cWhat are you going to do?\u201d She says, \u201cNo problem. I\u2019m going to stay out and gamble. My plane leaves tomorrow. I\u2019m going home tomorrow. I\u2019m going to stay out all night and just gamble.\u201d
Again, she doesn\u2019t make any blatant overture or anything. She just leaves it open for me to say, \u201cThat\u2019s convenient.\u201d Then I won\u2019t sound so stupid if I end up asking her to stay with me. I won\u2019t sound so dumb. So the real clincher was, I\u2019m still worried about her, but the clincher was I ask her where she\u2019s from. She says, \u201cI\u2019m from New York State,\u201d which by pure luck and happenstance is where I\u2019m from.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Anyway, one thing leads to another. We have drinks. I buy her a drink. She\u2019s playing Keno. She hits a Keno ticket. And she goes to cash the Keno ticket. At this time I start saying to myself, \u201cI have to decide what I want to do now because it\u2019s about 6 o\u2019clock in the morning and I\u2019m getting tired. I\u2019m not going to sit here and drink with this girl. I\u2019m going to do one thing or the other. I\u2019m either going to tell her goodnight, I\u2019m going to bed, or I\u2019m going to invite her to go with me. Do I want to do it or don\u2019t I?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I know it doesn\u2019t sound very good to say this, but it goes to show how good her act was\u2014I really thought that if I asked her to come to my room, I\u2019d be doing her a favor. I thought, here she was with her girlfriends. They\u2019d come to see the big town, and go out gambling and drinking and maybe have some crazy fling, you know, pick up some guys\u2014which was what her friends did.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Then I think, as a matter of fact, if I have a couple of more drinks this is all going to go a lot smoother, it\u2019s going to be easier on me. I really wasn\u2019t that attracted to her. So, she goes to cash a Keno ticket and I order a shot of Jack Daniels and a drink for her. And I drink the shot and her drink and I just about guzzle mine. I\u2019m trying to get drunk enough to ask this girl to spend the remainder of the night with me. So I do. She comes back and I say, \u201cI\u2019m going to be going up to bed. Do you want to go with me? You\u2019re welcome to stay with me tonight if you\u2019d like.\u201d She says, \u201cWell, I\u2019ve been thinking about it. I\u2019d consider it. You\u2019re a cute guy. I\u2019ve been considering it.\u201d
I said, \u201cWell, it\u2019s up to you. You\u2019re welcome if you want to.\u201d She says, \u201cOkay.\u201d So I say to her, \u201cWhy don\u2019t we take our drinks with us?\u201d She doesn\u2019t have to say or do anything. She goes, \u201cOkay.\u201d
So, we go up. The whole time in the back of my mind, I still think there is a possibility that this girl is a prostitute. Either she\u2019s going to solicit me for money and tell me that if I want to go through with it, it\u2019s going to cost, or she\u2019s just some sort of a money grubber and one way or another she\u2019s going to put a hard luck story on me and try to get some money out of me, not as a blatant sex-for-money or prostitution thing, but \u201chow about you take care of me a little bit.\u201d In which case I\u2019ll tell her I\u2019m just not going to or I\u2019m not in a position to do something. Or, maybe all she wants is she\u2019s going to expect me to buy her a nice dinner or something tomorrow.
That\u2019s in the back of my mind. But one thing that\u2019s not ever anywhere in any part of my consciousness is that this girl is somehow going to subdue me and take the money from me. There\u2019s where ego comes in. You just don\u2019t ever think, \u201cWhat can this girl do to me?\u201d This girl can\u2019t do anything to me. All she can do is ask for money and I can turn her down. She can\u2019t take the money from me.
By the way, I didn\u2019t put my money in the safe deposit box, a) because I\u2019m stupid, b) because I think the money\u2019s safe with me. There\u2019s no problem. There\u2019s a little less than $10,000.
So, we get up to my room and I go to the bathroom. Again, perfect. I spend a lot of time in the bathroom because I\u2019m trying to think of a place to hide the money. That\u2019s when she must have put the stuff, whatever she put, into the drink that I had.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
Later, when I try to reenact what happened, I figure she slaps me. \u201cAll right, he\u2019s asleep. Now I\u2019ve got to find the money. I need some light.\u201d So she goes to the drapery and opens it. And there it is on the cord. Really good place to hide the money!
Anyway, she comes out of the bathroom. I take one drink. She doesn\u2019t even prod me to do it. Then we go right to bed. While we were having sex I found out she was wearing a wig. It came off accidentally. And, she said, \u201cWell, now we know that.\u201d I realize now she must have been trying to disguise herself. I didn\u2019t think much about it at the time. Afterwards, I fell asleep right away.
I was effectively out for two days. I could not talk or function the whole next day and I slept a total of 20 some hours before I was finally back to normal. The police say it typically takes anywhere from 12 minutes to about 20 minutes for the drug to take some sort of effect.
It was about eight or nine hours later, anyway, when I first awakened. Actually, I found out later, my friend, Ralph, who was staying at a hotel across the street, called my room about 45 minutes after we got there, and she answered the phone. This was around 7 am. We had gone up to my room about 6:15. So at 7 o\u2019clock, Ralph calls to see if I\u2019d called it a night yet. He was still playing.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
One thing I remembered later. As I was losing consciousness, she made all kinds of little remarks. She was making fun of me. She knew she had me and she was making comments like, \u201cWe\u2019ll see who gets the last laugh here.\u201d At the time I didn\u2019t know what she meant.
Anyway, the phone rings. I\u2019m so out it doesn\u2019t wake me. She picks it up and answers it. Ralph asks for me. She says, \u201cYou\u2019ve got the wrong room. It\u2019s the wrong number.\u201d He says, \u201cSorry.\u201d He hangs up and calls again. It\u2019s busy. She had taken the phone off the hook.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
It turns out that the guard yelled at me for about two minutes before I woke up. He stood there yelling at the doorway for two minutes, I was told by Ralph. Ralph didn\u2019t want to come in either for some reason. The guard probably wouldn\u2019t let him. This is all goofy. I don\u2019t know why. I never did ask him. But he said that it took the guard about two minutes to wake me. I said, \u201cI\u2019m all right, I\u2019m fine, go ahead.\u201d
He said, \u201cYour phone\u2019s off the hook.\u201d I said, \u201cOkay.\u201d I put it on the hook. They closed the door and left. I got up and walked over to where the money was. I looked and it was gone. I knew that she had taken it. I was so goofed up I just went, \u201cGee, this is bad.\u201d I walked back to the bed and I fell asleep.
Ralph comes back, I guess about an hour later. He wakes me up by pounding on my door and yelling at me. He says, \u201cJesus, Ray, we got things to do. You\u2019ve got to stay in touch.\u201d
I look at him and his words were, \u201cJesus Christ, what\u2019s wrong with you?\u201d I guess my eyes were glazed. He thought I\u2019d been out all night and had just gotten in. At that time it was about 2 o\u2019clock in the afternoon. He thought I\u2019d stayed up through the night getting drunk at the bar. He says, \u201cWhat\u2019s wrong with you?\u201d
I said, \u201cRalph, I got trouble.\u201d
He says, \u201cWhat? Tell me.\u201d
I said, \u201cMy money\u2019s stolen. I brought a girl in here and she stole my money.\u201d And then I went to sleep again.
He knew I was drugged. He woke me up again. I insisted I wasn\u2019t.
He says, \u201cAre you alright? You look terrible.\u201d
I said, \u201cI\u2019m just tired.\u201d
He goes, \u201cYou\u2019re not tired. She did something to you.\u201d
I said, \u201cNo, I\u2019m fine.\u201d Then I went out again.
He got the house detective up there. As I was being talked to by the house detective, I kept going out. I kept insisting that I wasn\u2019t drugged. Ralph told me a couple of days later, \u201cOne time you kept insisting you weren\u2019t drugged. I told you, I said, \u2018Ray, you\u2019re drugged.\u2019 And you looked at me and said, \u2018I\u2019m not drugged. Watch me dance.\u2019\u201d And I got up and started dancing. And I said, \u201cSee.\u201d And I went to the bed and went out again.
I remember that my speech was slurred. I remember having trouble talking. I couldn\u2019t get my words. I was taking big giant steps trying to keep my balance. And I was incredibly sleepy. As the security man talked to me, I remember I\u2019d say something and my head would droop over the bed and I\u2019d go out again. And I\u2019d remember hearing\u2014I was half awake and half asleep\u2014I remember hearing Ralph say, \u201cSee, there he goes again.\u201d Ralph was getting mad. \u201cThere, he\u2019s out again.\u201d
They took me to the police station. The police have their own hospital. They took blood and urine samples to test for the drug. That\u2019s another thing. They couldn\u2019t just analyze my drink. The glasses were washed out and tipped over to dry in the bathroom.
\u201cDidn\u2019t she give you the line about the back rub?\u201d one of the cops asked me.
I said, \u201cShe did ask me if I wanted a back rub. I told her no. I was so tired, I was afraid if she did it I\u2019d fall asleep before we got to the sex.\u201d
They thought that was very funny. Apparently, these girls never actually have sex with their victims. You\u2019re supposed to lose consciousness during the back rub. Actually, she asked me if I could give her a back rub first. I told her I wasn\u2019t any good at giving back rubs. She really wanted it all\u2014the money and a massage. Then I turned down her offer to rub my back.
So they not only had to test for the drug, I had to get VD tests, too.
In other ways, according to the police, she was very typical. They told me these girls make it easy for you to invite them to stay with you. Some examples they were giving me: \u201cI\u2019m out of money,\u201d or \u201cI lost my room,\u201d or \u201cThey\u2019re booked up and I haven\u2019t been able to get a room.\u201d
As it turns out, in the final analysis, in talking with the police, they said that these women work on the premise that most of the men they rob can\u2019t take the embarrassment of it, so they\u2019re not going to go to the police. They\u2019ve got wives, girlfriends\u2014that type of thing. Even if they do go to the police, the next morning after they think it over, they decide it\u2019s not worth it to pursue it because of the embarrassment or whatever, so that this type of crime is getting more and more prevalent.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
That\u2019s the whole story from beginning to end. And the main ingredient of it is that when you meet a girl like this, it\u2019s not what you would expect. You would expect a beautiful woman, someone really good looking who\u2019s going to entice you. But your fears are put aside because this is not that kind of a girl. This is the kind of girl that you think, \u201cThis girl is a tourist. She\u2019s a simple, everyday, middle-America type girl.\u201d And that\u2019s exactly what she was going for. That\u2019s exactly the role she played. She didn\u2019t try to come off as some glamorous thing that was going to seduce me in that way. She came off as, \u201cI\u2019m on vacation, you\u2019re on vacation. We\u2019re on vacation. Let\u2019s have fun.\u201d She let me do it all. And she scored.
I\u2019m telling you this because I think people can die from it. Not only can they lose a lot of money. $10,000 is a lot of money to me and it would be to other people and I\u2019m sure that others would be in danger of losing that much. But, this girl is a pro. This is her business. I met her head-on and she beat me.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
I just don\u2019t want it to happen to anybody else because it\u2019s horrible. I would have never known how good this girl was. At nights, when I think about this, I almost admire her for her skill. I think about how smooth she was. Her story was beautiful and the way she presented herself. She reeled me in like a fish. She just had me for dinner. And the worst part of it was she stole my pants. Insult to injury all the way. \u2660<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"