how can anyone tire of the fountain ejaculating itself?
[QUOTE=Speck]...I'm also tired of the sorry state of gambling in general on the strip. The only thing I'm not tired of is the easy access to poon that will come to your room. So if I can find that, downtown is my place for the time being.[/QUOTE]Well, I've been known to make use of a room downtown once in a while. Actually I end up taking a room there about two or three nights a week on average, been doing it for years now, and I think I've spent more time altogether in several of those places than some of the current casino management staff. But when there I don't necessarily count on finding a companion for nighttime entertainment inside or right near whichever hotel/casino I'm at. I usually figure on going out into the city to fetch my female entertainment. Sometimes I find something suitable mingling with the tourist crowd under the canopy, and sometimes there are a few reasonably good working girls at the front horseshoe shaped bar at Binion's, but I don't count on it. I'd say I probably see something worthwhile to be had there about one night out of three, on average. When there is a good nearly Strip quality CW downtown (not talking SWs here) the menu price is generally about half the going rate on the resort corridor: instead of quoting 500 and accepting 300 or possibly 200, the better lookers downtown, sometimes including some of the same women, will usually quote about 200 or 300 if asked but will actually go for around 100 or so.
Decent midrange working girls, in between the high dollar Strip fantasy kittens and the 20 to 60 dollar SWs scattered all over town, are hard to find. This is the big hole in the market, in my opinion. They used to congregate around the back bar at the Golden Nugget, especially late, but when that place changed ownership a few years ago they ran them off. The Nugget just changed ownership again, so we'll see, but I wouldn't plan a trip counting on that.
I go to the older downtown joints becuase they are much cheaper, easier to get in and out of with my car, and just generally less hassle, since I've seen the volcano and the pirate ship a few hundred times more than I care to and I'm always running around town. But I'd plan on procuring your fiancée of the evening elsewhere, and just consider it a bonus if there turns out to be something you like right there on that particular night.
I do hook up pretty regularly with some pleasant overnight semi-pro company from inside some of those casinos, but this involves snagging one of the local video poker or slot machine addicts who doesn’t like to think she’s a pro, and is often an employee of one of the other casinos who‘s chronically broke even as she has a regular paycheck coming in. So I think it’s probably not a game for many visitors on a short trip to town, since, while it often takes less “gift” money, it takes more time with the “I’m not a hooker and I really don’t want you to think I do this sort of thing all the time you know” factor to let them get past. They want to get past it when they’re tapped out, and they’ve done it before, but you have to hang with them for a while to let them come to that point. Sort of a thing halfway between a non-pro hookup and a straight up professional date, which I think is a kinda Vegas thing that isn’t so common elsewhere in the U.S. due to the fact that there are several hundred thousand slot machine slaves from a wide variety of backgrounds residing in the area.
Sorry if this isn’t exactly what you want; I could have given you something more clear cut like that several years ago, such as Atomic Liquors for a constant cheap trashy graveyard buffet or the Nugget for finer dining, but this is what I see now.
Still Hope For The Atomic
I was bar hoping downtown Sunday with a buddy and we decided to have one at the Atomic for old times sake. It was about 3:30 as Duke was having his after shift buds and we met the new (2 wks) bartender Alexander. Nice Irish kid from upstate New York. Probably Joe's Great Grand child. There were no customers. A working girl came in who knew both of them and had money for her own drink. Duke left about 4 and Alexander was cordial enough for us to have another (and I was curious about the girl).
Her name is Thai. Beautiful auburn hair half way down her back. About 35. Not bad looking from the chest up and only 2 teeth missing. Paunchy gut and fat ass; suitable for head but I could never do her. She suggested we go to the Western. Fine by me as that was the next planned stop anyway. On the way over she propositions me. I explain I'm not up for it today as I've been drinking since 10:00 am.
She's well established at the Western. She knew the bartenders and security guards. Strange since I'm a 3 or 4 times a week patron and had never seen her. In fact I asked her to introduce me to a new guard who had been giving me the evil eye the last few visits. He explained I met the profile of a coin theif circling the casino looking for prey (he was somewhat correct except the prey is not coins). He bot my story I was looking for friends and we are now the same.
We had a few drinks. Thai was eager to tell me she's not into drugs and that she had worked her way up from daily to weekly to her own monthly apartment just a few blocks away. She gave me the address (no phone) with an open invitation to stop by anytime. I headed for the Ranch about 6pm.
After doctoring a mild hang over Monday morning, I decided to barve the storm and pay her a visit about noon. Suprise, a guy answers the door. I asked if Thai is home. She is not. I introduce myself and ask him to tell her I was here. About half way back to the street she calls me and explains she was in the bathroom and he didn't know she was home. She invites me in. Another guy's sitting on the couch, pipe in hand, and greets me with "Hey man gimme a cigarette." Thai takes me in the bathroom and gives me the alibi: the guy at the door is her room mate and the other guy is his friend; they don't sleep together and she has her own bedroom where we will be quite secluded. Feaseable since it's a two bedroom but that didn't explain those 2 mattresses on the living room floor. I don't think so! Then she said they're getting ready to go to work and we'll be alone. I don't think so!
I've been in much worse situations where the "room mates" (4 v 1) knew I was coming and managed to get out unscathed with my wallet intact. I swore to never put myself in such an uncompromising postion again. I told her I'll catch up with her at the Western and we'll go for a car date.
Anyone have any experiece with Thai?
Re : you may kiss the bride
The last time I used the old 'Limo' trick , the total cost was [b] $[/b] =
.6 for the ride + .4 for a decent bottle of champagne
So how much would a [i]" discount all-in wedding package from one of the 24hr quickie chapels "[/i] set me back ??
Sports book bar at bellagio
I met a hot black chick at the sportsbook bar at the bellagio around 7:30. She qouted 200 for an hour of whatever i desire, but somebody beat me to the punch. She was young and very pretty with huge knockers and a nice shaped ass. I was sorry to miss it.
While walking over to caesers, I passed six more hot girls throwing the smile and how ya doing. This was all around 7 to 9 last night. An amazing amount of activity in every joint i walked through. I have never seen so much that early.
stuff of a miscellaneous nature
For some reason that cheesy castle at Trop & Boulder has long been popular with out of town pimps importing their stables. It's really no different than any of the dozens of weekly rent places in town, other than the ridiculous design of the facade. There's another Royal Manor just like it on Las Vegas Blvd way down south far past the point where anyone would still call it "The Strip" but I've never noticed anyone working around that one.
At the mention of those working girl money management skills, it bought back a vivid picture I have stuck in my mind from about six months ago. At the time I was sitting at what used to be the lamp bar at the Aladdin at around three or four in the morning, and a head turning, truly beautiful even by Strip standards, early twenties CW sat down next to me. I wasn't up for paying her kind of prices that night, and she was too much a businesswoman in her manner anyway. She didn't flirt that hard, and was probably just wanting a male on her arm as a frat boy repellant, and didn't seem all that eager to close a deal, but after we both established that there wasn't going to be any business between us we did have a friendly chat about nothing while she casually played video poker at the bar. She played fast and lost quickly, and when she restocked the machine with her cash for the third time in about fifteen or twenty minutes I noticed that those were not stacks of dollar bills she was feeding it. They were hundreds. I estimated she burned at least ten thousand dollars at the bar during our thirty minute talk, and she may well have vaporized a lot more after I stumbled away shaking my head. I'm not a poor man, but ten or twenty thousand in United States currency is actually real money to me, and I just wouldn't be OK with it the next morning if it had been my cash. But none of it was, and it wasn’t hers for very long either. Of course it happens all the time at the tables, but she could have made it last longer and probably gotten more entertainment value by putting it in a pile and setting fire to it. I trust she held on to the usual and customary nightly $800 to $1000 to take back to her "boyfriend/agent" to avoid being beaten within an inch of her life. I guess the excess is just as well made to disappear into the machine at the casino as into the hand of her minder back at her room. I have the feeling that girl never had a bank account and probably still doesn't, and may have never kept a nickel for as long as 24 hours.
Last night just after midnight I saw three BSWs on the stretch of Las Vegas Blvd between the Strip and downtown. I haven’t noticed anyone working there in a while. They looked OK but not great at 40 m.p.h. They were on the east side of the street strolling along the area between ABC Bail Bonds and the Viva Las Vegas Wedding Chapel, conveniently enough, depending on how the date goes.
Downtown around one a.m. Binion’s looked sad. Nothing at the bar but an overfed frizzy haired blonde, probably a tourist, struggling to stay aboard the poor skinny little barstool holding her up. The casino felt like a graveyard. Nobody home, and I don’t know how they’re going to pay the light bill. Even the foursome at the craps table looked sedated. The most lively activity in the place was the elderly gentleman on a ladder vacuuming and re-vacuuming the fixtures on the ceiling. But it was a Tuesday night in a notorious slow period the week before all that virtuous Thanksgiving togetherness. I don’t enjoy reporting the death agony of this place, but that’s what I saw. I’ll still look in on the bar from time to time.
The Nugget, on the other hand, seems to be doing a terrific business on the busy crowded casino floor after the change of ownership, but there were no professional companions at either bar on the casino floor.
At the edifice on the NE corner of Harmon and LV Blvd around one-thirty or two, at the bar under the hole in the air where the magic lamp used to live, there was exactly one working girl when I rolled in. A very nicely put together mid twenties black woman. She wasn’t getting any business at the moment, and made for pleasant conversation. She’s actually Cuban, from Miami, but has spent several months in Vegas every year for several years of her young life. I made no effort to negotiate anything. There are usually a lot of circulating CWs strolling by in front of the Aladdin that time of night, but not a single one this time. It was chilly out. Back inside a half hour later, there were now at least seven around the bar looking hungry: four black CWs, all very presentable; two Asian CWs, one of them slender petite and attractive, one not; and one almost too young looking waif thin raven haired white girl, who attached herself to me with working girls’ super glue. She was very cute, but had two shiny gold front teeth that flashed when they caught the lights of the casino, and gave me the creeps. She was also foul mouthed trailer trash whenever she made the mistake of speaking. Sounded like she was raised by MTV. I asked about the bullion in her face, and she proudly announced that she had more money in her mouth than most people have in the bank. I announced that I suddenly remembered it was time for me to go have my car detailed. At three a.m. She was not happy. But aside from the one lumpy looking Korean gal, all the rest had plenty of looks to spare for working the Strip resorts. I overheard one of them saying something about a problem earlier involving security at the Bellagio. Don’t know what that bit of information or CW gossip really was about. I was also hit on by two more on my way out to my car through the Desert Passage mall maze. “Hey, where you goin? Come back, don’t you like us, baby?” “Sure I do sweetheart, I like ya so much I’ll only charge five to do ya both.”
