The Hooker In Training

OK, ok. Since I seem to have started something out in the poker blogosphere with the hooker stories, (see my post here and grrouchie’s declaration here), I guess I can come up with another one.  I had planned on leaving hookers alone for awhile but I now feel morally obligated to come across with a never before told encounter with a Vegas “pleasure provider.”   Check the bottom of this post for all the other blogs doing hooker stories this week.  Oh my, what a legacy I will have.  I’m so proud!

I’ve mentioned I think in all of my hooker stories thus far my married friend who is always egging me on to get these stories.  He wants me to have conversations with them.  I suppose he’d also like me to take advantage of the services they provide and give him the details on that as well.  As a married man, he doesn’t get approached by working girls and thus lives vicariously through me.

So when I was staying a few years ago at the MGM and I told him I was seeing hookers galore (that’s the sister of Pussy Galore), he begged me to at least talk to the gals and see what they had to say other than, “Want a date” or whatever.  I was reluctant to do this, but I decided it might be ok to spend a couple of minutes with a girl or two (talking, in the casino that is) so I could give him a better story.

So on this particular night, there were so many that it was literally hot and cold running whores.  Rather than walk by them and get propositioned, I decided to just sit quietly in front of a slot machine and see if any would come up to me.  It didn’t take long.

While I was noticing a very young, very thin but pretty good looking blonde roaming around, a darker skinned girl came over to me. I couldn’t figure out her ethnic background but she sure wasn’t a WASP.  She was really skinny, skinnier than the blonde and with less on top than the blonde, but not flat-chested.  Definitely not after-market breasts.  Her t-shirt was super tight, no cleavage but it revealed a really, really flat stomach.  Her pants were also extremely tight and revealed a damn shapely ass.  I’d say she was in the upper 10% percentile, hotness wise, of all the Vegas hookers I’d ever seen.  Oh, did I mention she had a very pretty face?  Sorry, slipped my mind.

But there was something weird.  Right next to this gal was another gal, apparently accompanying her.  She was so-so looking and dressed very plainly.  I mean, really, really plainly.  She wasn’t dressed like a hooker and she sure as hell wasn’t dressed as a clubber either.  She was pretty much the most blandly dressed women I’d ever seen in Vegas.  Seriously…bad looking, middle-aged women who visit Vegas routinely dress more flashily than this woman was dressed..  Just absolutely the most sexless, shapeless, bland, boring outfit a woman could wear out.  There was no way she was a hooker, and there was no way she was trying to get a man to look at her, dressed this way.  I really can’t describe her wardrobe any further.  You just don’t see a woman dressed this boringly in Vegas, ever.  Other than the fact that she wasn’t fat, the outfit gave no hint about how good or bad her figure was.

So anyway, the sexily dressed girl starts talking to me.  “What are doing?”  “Um, just hanging out.”

“What are you here for?”  “Oh, you know, the usual, vacation, gambling.”

“Do you want to go upstairs and have some fun?”

If I had been interested in her, in hiring her, it was pretty confusing because it was unclear if she meant just her or her friend too. I kind of hemmed and hawed and tried to figure out a good response.  Because I didn’t know how to say no without being rude.   This was my first “extended” conversation with a hooker and also I was sort of a captive audience, sitting down and at all and I didn’t really know how to deal with it. I guess I took so long she felt she had to move the conversation a long. So she saved me by saying, “Well, let me give you my phone number and you can think about it.  Do you want to take my number?”  Well, I said yes because of not wanting to be rude, and not knowing how to turn her down without being rude.  I took out my note pad and she said her name was Leilani and gave me her number. (Note, I do not feel compelled to change her name since I doubt Leilani was her real name) So…she was Hawaiian?   That’s the ethnic look I noticed. 

I guess I hadn’t mentioned before that most if not all the hookers I was seeing this time and this trip had cell phones in their hands, if they weren’t walking around the room talking into them.  That’s one of the ways you can tell if they’re hookers.  Now, of course most everyone has a cell phone these days.  But when a sexily dressed girl is walking around like it is part of her outfit, or is talking on it and still making eye contact or actually talking to guys in the vicinity, you know she’s offering vagina-rentals.  So her giving me her phone number made it obvious why these girls are so attached to their cell phones.  Although they make a lot of their initial contacts face-to-face, a cell phone is key to their business as well.  I imagine she gave her number to a lot of guys who are just too nervous and scared to say yes to a girl right then and there.  I’m sure some guys take the number, go to the nearest bar and down a few stiff drinks and then screw up the courage to call the girl they were talking to a bit earlier.

Anyway, she and her silent friend wandered off. I was trying to figure out her friend.  It was pretty much like she was in “training” like you see at a restaurant, with a veteran waitress breaking in a rookie.  That’s what it seemed like.  She had not said one word, although, it wasn’t like the girl doing the talking was telling her what she was doing as she was doing it, either.  The silent girl was just watching. I was left wondering, if I had made a deal with Leilani, would her friend just come up and watch to see how it’s done? Would she have asked me permission if her friend could watch?  Would there be actually lessons?  “Ok, now here’s how you give a blowjob, you take the dick and….”  I’ll never know.  Or, was it a two-fer…would the plainly dressed girl make it a threesome?  Perhaps since she was in training (or on probation), I might have gotten two for the price of one, with the understanding the newbie wouldn’t necessarily know what she was doing?  Or was it just the business and negotiation part of the job that she was learning?  Was she secretly a total hell cat in the bedroom?  Oh well, I’ll never know.

Of course I never called Leilani, but somewhere on an old notebook of mine, I no doubt have her number.  I suppose I could call it one day and find out if she still in the business, or perhaps if her friend ever graduated to working solo, without the help of teacher.  Perhaps that girl is now a better hooker than Leilani???

If you liked "Hooker Week", be sure to check out "Stripper Week" here:

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