Full Service

As a man who frequently visits Vegas solo, I have of course frequently encountered representatives of the world’s oldest profession.  Walking around casinos on (and off) the Strip late in the evening or early in the morning, it is impossible not to notice women who are trying to earn a leaving renting out their bodies for an hour or so.

Many of these hookers have approached me to make their pitch, and I’ve observed many of them approaching other men.  I’ve even watched from afar as a deal seemingly was made and two total strangers went off together in the direction of the room elevators.

Even though I have no interest in partaking in any of the services these girls offer, I have had an occasional conversation with them.  You can read about one such encounter I had with a working girl here.  As an observer of human behavior, a brief conversation with one of them is sometimes interesting.  But I generally prefer to avoid them and just watch them from afar; frankly, since I have no intention of ever “paying for it” I don’t want to waste their time on me.  It would be more profitable for them to go on to the next potential customer.

As it happens, a happily married friend of mine back in L.A. loves stories of any encounters with or sightings of these ladies of the evening.  He has encouraged me to pursue them (the stories, I mean).  He loves hearing about dialog I have with them and what he really wants to know is exactly how much it would cost to obtain the services these girls offer.  It actually frustrated him that I had never had a conversation with any of these women that resulted in me obtaining the answer to the immortal question, “How much?”  Until this story.

This tale took place some time ago.  I happened to be parked in the parking structure at New York New York, which is very convenient as there are so many casinos within walking distance, and you can enter and exit it without driving on the Strip, something that is always my goal whenever I’m in town.

Ready to retire for the night, it was very late, probably around 2:30 AM.  Entering NYNY from the Strip, I took the escalator that takes you right to the Nathan's that was now long closed for the nite, the one next to the Arcade and the Roller Coaster.   I walked past the arcade, and was now in the long walkway that takes you to the parking structure. Because of the hour, the walkway was completely empty, save for one lone female walking at a normal pace about 20-30 feet ahead of me.

There was nothing particularly hookerish about her, but my Spidey sense immediately went ballistic.  She was quite skinny and was wearing very tight jeans.  But a million non-hookers in Vegas wear those.  There was just something about her.  Maybe it was the fact that she was all by herself.  You don't see a lot of unescorted gals at that hour.  They are usually with a gaggle of girlfriends or a guy.  So it was probably that.

I had been walking at a brisk pace but when I saw her and guessed she was a hooker, I immediately slowed my walk.  There would be no place to "escape" to if I was right and she started soliciting me.  I might have turned around if it was so damn late and I wasn't so tired and anxious to crawl into bed....alone.  I had just started adjusting my pace when she sensed me and turned around to look at me.  I thought maybe she was just concerned with her safety, but it soon became clear that she was exactly what I suspected.  

She slowed her walk to a crawl so I would catch up with her.  As I got closer I noticed that she was cute, not bad looking at all.  She was wearing a jacket (it was quite chilly and extremely windy) covering up whatever she had going on top.

"Are you just getting off work?" was the first thing she said to me.  I said no.  I have no idea why she thought I worked in the casino and was not a tourist. “Where am I going,” she asked.  I said to my hotel.  “Where am I staying?”  I told her the truth (probably a dumb thing to do).  She asked where the Gold Coast was, apparently not knowing (must be new in town....not surprising.  I’m sure the lure of Vegas brings new hookers into town by the bushel full)  I told her it was on Flamingo.

There was a long pause.  We were now walking side by side, she was keeping up exactly with my pace. But to her credit she didn't get that close to me.  Then after the pause she asked, "You wanna party?"

I wasn't surprised and I don't think I acted like I was, but she must of thought I was.  "You didn't know that was coming?"

I said no thanks.  Remembering a line I had in my head ready for the next time a gal approached me, I told her I had just lost all my money playing poker. (Fortunately, that was not true).

She was sympathetic.  "Oh that's too bad."

But she wasn't ready to give up.  "So, how long you staying in town for?"

What the hell.  I told her a few more days.

"Why don't you give me your phone number?"

I replied, "I don't think so.....I don't have that kind of money."

This made her chuckle but I was hoping it might get her to introduce the discussion of exactly how much, but she didn't bite.  She didn't say anything but kept walking right along side of me.

So after a couple of seconds, I decided this was as good a time as any to find out the answer that had my friend back in L.A. and I had pondered for so long. "So.....hypothetically speaking, how much would I need for something like that?"

"It's five hundred."

I was a bit stunned.  "$500?"  She could hear the shock in my voice.

"Five hundred for full service.  If, you know, for just oral, it'd be three."

I assumed by full service she didn't mean an oil change, lube and tune-up.  

I said, “Well, that's interesting, but like I said, I'm out of money.  I can't afford that.”

"Well, maybe you're luck will change.  Why don't you take my number in case it does."

"Thank you, but sorry, no."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm sure."

A long pause as she kept walking with me.....then finally she said, "Well, have a good night" and stopped walking and started looking at her cell phone.  And that was that.

Five hundred huh?  I suspect that figure was negotiable, but since I wasn’t interested in what she was selling at any price, I’ll just have to assume that as the going rate.  Interesting.