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10-24-04 18:22 #1582
hi
Hi,
Originally Posted by Secret Asian Man
Regarding the post above, could I have her number and rates?
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thanks
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10-24-04 11:23 #1581
Wastrel's my new hero
I love your 'tude. It ain't me, but hopefully I can learn something.
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10-24-04 07:49 #1580
Hit the usual spots tonight early am hours.
Trop / Indy - dead cept for what looked like some club girl types around the restaurants. Never thought about trying to pick up a CG there so off I went to check out the WW parking lot. Nothing there as well.
I generally don't head outside of areas that I'm familiar with but it was so dead in my normal spots that I headed to the strip. Waste of time tonight. No action except for what seemed to be a couple of a guys screaming at cars. Perhaps male prostitutes? No thanks.
It's starting to get cold so I'm thinking I may need to come out a bit earlier to make time to hit the bars near my favorite spots.
PS - Wastrel, thanks for the tip about the text message / cellphone. Gonna have to watch out for that.
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10-23-04 20:07 #1579
Classic Mojito
You did the right thing by letting the latina slip away, the experience probably would have been a let down due to her quick exit and unrealistic up sale. You are always taking a risk, but I always try and have a little longer than normal conversation to try and see if she is a ten minute date.
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10-23-04 18:02 #1578
Nice job Wastrel. Much appreciate the tips.
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10-22-04 02:48 #1577
advice
Don't obstruct traffic.
Some other things not to do: launch your empty whiskey bottle out the window onto the grounds of the elementary school, pull a sudden illegal u-turn in front of the police substation, or motor back and forth in vice areas with your "up against the wall fascist pig" bumper sticker displayed between your broken tail-light and expired tags.
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10-22-04 01:08 #1576
window shopping for Angels in Paradise and detour into China
Around one a.m. near the bus bench on Maryland just off Fremont I saw a BSW I recognized from the Sierra Vista/Cambridge/Twain housing project jungle, so I gave her a ride home. She was annoyed at whatever or whoever led her all the way downtown, and was swearing oaths never to leave her 'hood again. After putting Nina out on her familiar curb I drove out Paradise planning to swing back around Koval to fool around in the Ellis Island, but I was struck dumb by an exquisite little ebony doll displaying herself on the bus bench in front of the Hard Rock. I pulled in behind the bench through the lot and she floated up to my window, with her nipples standing at attention in the chilly (for Vegas) night in the flimsy little pink thing clinging to her absolutely perfect little body.
Wastrel: "Can we get married?"
Her: "You're crazy!"
Wastrel: "Yes, I know, I get that a lot. They have a drive through window, you know."
Her: "I'm Angel."
Wastrel: "Yes, of course."
Angel: "We could maybe do the honeymoon thing, sweetie."
I book a room on the strip about twice a year to celebrate Czech Independence or National Poultry Day, and to be fair to the Angel I let her know pretty quick that I'm not a tourist in the high-roller suite at the Bellagio and wouldn't be showering her with major presidents tonight, but she seemed to enjoy taking a break to have me drooling on her in the car for a bit, so she indulged me with a little realistic shop talk. She is from New York, and has made the trip out for a few weeks at a stretch several times this year. She generally wants at least five bills, though she might consider about half that if it's late on a slow night, and she aims to be in and out the door in about fifteen minutes or so, unless she can hook a substantial upsale. I didn't want to know how the meter would run on that. She never goes far from the strip and only goes to "good" hotels. She didn't directly say so, but I'm quite sure her "business agent" was lurking about in the back of the parking lot, and that he would be kicking down whatever door she was behind to repossess his little money machine if she was out of sight for very long without permission. Sweet-thing clued me in on a little trick I hadn't heard before: she sends a text with the room number then leaves the cell phone out with a live connection so her "agent" can listen in on the date.
She asked if she could have the chrome lighter she saw on my dash as a going away gift (so sweet of her to ask), and when I gave it to her she gave me a hug, a stroke on the thigh, and a wet kiss on the earlobe on her way out to resume trolling for an oil sheik or cattle baron with too much money on his hands. It was a two dollar disposable lighter.
I've heard that if an erection lasts too long one should seek professional attention, so I tried the side streets on the way back to my downtown hotel. A slender thirty-something woman, pleasant but not pretty, was looking too clean and suburban and out of place for the neighborhood while walking aimlessly down Stewart near 12th, so I stopped to offer directions. Those directions were: "get in honey." She took direction well. "You're too blonde for downtown." Turns out she actually lives with her mom and dad (a judge) in Summerlin of all places. (Summerlin is a well to do suburb of Las Vegas.) We decided to get engaged for about an hour, and negotiated a divorce settlement of fifty. A little much for downtown, but she was easy company and a good candidate to stretch out and relax with, so we did.
Unfortunately, while putting herself back together in the bathroom of my hotel room my temporary fiancée committed a serious offense by insisting on talking at me. At great length, and about herself, of course. When she got into the details of her nasal obstruction it was time for the divorce, accomplished with a sharp swat on the fanny and an affectionate but firm shove out the door. I have no idea what blondie said her name was, and here are some other things I failed to jot down: her birthday, her favorite color, her astrological sign, and her views on national security policy and world peace. I would not have had this problem with an Angel on the strip, but I also would not have had any loose change available after she finished vacuuming and dusting my wallet.
Wastrel is deeply offended by morning sunlight in his face, so at four a.m. I was checked out and about to turn for home when I spotted the locally famous BSW named China sauntering down Fremont near the Family Market. (I've always wanted to meet the "family" doing their marketing here to see how they subsist on condoms, rolling papers, malt liquor, and generic mentholated smokes.) What the hell, a fifteen minute tour of China seemed worth a spare Jackson, so I took her to a secure undisclosed location to get a quick one for the road. She seemed to like the jazz/blues tune on my car stereo, and in between whining about how cheap I am (guilty!) she did a somewhat toothy but better than average job while bobbing to the music. Make a note that she does her best work if you've got something with a strong back-beat.
She went on a bit about how awful it is that the Atomic is dead, and how she misses it so much, so I asked where she hangs out these days. She said the Rio and Mandalay Bay?!? I guess I find that plausible if she dresses for it and is on her very best behavior, as she was this night. Memo to our esteemed visitors to the strip: if you are about to hand a fistful of Benjamins to a leggy black woman you may want to find out if she is China. If so, you might want to try passing yourself off as a local to see if you can get the downtown rate, which is about ten percent of what you are probably about to give her.
She surprised me a bit by volunteering that she really likes to go boom-boom much more than roto-rooter jobs, and would like me to take her somewhere to drill her sometime. I had never really considered the possibility of taking her indoors to an actual bed, but if she says she really likes it then it's possible she might actually be good at it, so I might give it a try some time. I might even go two whole Jacksons for the test drive.
I guess I don't mind a faint bit of backlight from the sky behind the neon, and it wasn't a bad night out all things considered.
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10-21-04 23:43 #1575
thanks all
To everyone who took the time to send some advice about my little ticket, thanks. I ended up getting off scott free.
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10-21-04 18:16 #1574
Went to Vegas this past weekend with some friends and we stayed at the Excalibur. A buddy and I headed out to the MGM to try and hook something up.
I have never tried picking up at a Casino before and wasn't to sure if I was going to be able to spot one or not, but everything is worth a try. After a while and a few beers, I spotted a hot latina playing the slots by herself. I gave her a nice long stare and she made eye contact with me, so I headed over.
I started bullshiting with her and it turns out she was from LA and was in Vegas working, she said her name was Mia. We worked out a deal for $250 and started heading out. She then realized we were headed towards the exit. I told her I was staying at the Excalibur and she said she was only working in the MGM.
At this point the little head was commanding the ship, so I offered $50 more, she countered with a $100 more. I said I was tapped out, and she said see ya and walked away.
A part of me was pissed, but like my buddy said, $350 was a little to steep.
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10-20-04 16:40 #1573
another day, another sw
Got in mid-afternoon Friday, after admiring the new furniture in the suite, went for a stroll. Walking by the Western, few folks were walking out, one saying to the little spinner "Yeah, you like the Gold Spike more" or something to that effect. So, I started chatting her up on the gold spike, etc. Next thing ya know, me and Natasha were tearing it up. Following Norman's wise council, passed along 2000 tokens for the penny slots. Later that night, hit full on pay dirt, a dancer on her way home from work. Invited her up for a nightcap, and figured that was it as she went on about how guys always try to get her to do illegal stuff [bj's, etc] for money, and she does NOT do that. Crap. Turns out, she had no problem getting wild if I didn't pay her! OK, guess I can do that.
Then, Sunday morning, time to see about that wonderful hangover cure. Walked up and down Fremont, biggest action was two bike cops shaking down a black kid. They do have some stealth there now, between their bicycles and enduro dirt bikes. On the way back, pass by one of the little stores in the last block, nod to a mid-30's black girl, kinda cute, 6-7, she was eating some chips and 'loitering' which surprised me a bit. Swing thru the FSE just for grins. Walk back into the spike, there she is! Says to me "you are a little out of your area". I said, huh? Sat down, chatted a bit. She thought I was a local, guess I'm starting to blend in. She was interested in checking out the suite, I was interested in checking out her .20 oral skills. What a win/win!
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10-20-04 04:21 #1572
Crusin'
Not much action around my usual place (Trop and Industrial) lately.
However if you go west a street, there's a little something going on. Friday saw 2 WSW and 1 BSW. All 4s so I decided to pack it in for the night.
Parking lot of the WW was dead as well.
Oh well, there's always Saturday.
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10-15-04 20:51 #1571
L4L,
Yeah, get a Las Vegas attorney to take care of it. It's really a joke here. Attorneys get special treatment at the courts and can have a private meeting with a judge in the judge's office, which takes about a minute. In almost all cases, the judge drops the charge to a parking ticket (no points or insurance increases) and changes the fine to $50 or $100.
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10-15-04 12:38 #1570
For everyone's info.
I live in las vegas. One of the best ways to get low priced pussy is to find a store off the strip. Or right next door to the venetian is a small market and pick up a copy of a magazine called citylife. Lots of hot local pussy for $200 or less. It is just like the local magazine sfweekly in san francisco. I have found girls for $100 or $150. But don't think you can get them down to that when you are staying in a 5 star casino, it just won't happen. Stay some where off the strip in a small hotel and you will get the price you want. I have them come to my house and that is why I never pay for more than $200 and that is for a 8-9 of a 10. All do bbbj and most covered anal. $100 to $150 is a 6-7 which always does what I want.
If you try all the bars in the 5 star casino's at night most will want at least $300 many more at $400 and up and they won't go down. If you find a girl at 4am and a bar she will be less than $300, but who wants to fuck that late in the evening just to save $50, not me.
Forget the strip clubs because they all want $500 and up.
Forget all the APM's in las vegas because they only do hand jobs.
I would not take anything from the streets, way too many cops, drugs and HIV.
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10-15-04 10:34 #1569
Looking 4 luv,
If your from outta town you should be able to pay for it by mail. Do it, Then thank your lucky stars. Sounds like just a traffic ticket.
Two Nutts
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10-15-04 09:01 #1568
Hey there Looking4luvin,
My advice to you is to count your blessings that you didn't get busted for solicitation. You can go to court and pay half the fine and do traffic school (now available on the internet) and have no points on your record. I will PM you some other advice. Check your mail.
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