The Poker Dealing Porn Star

This goes back a few months, the very last night of my April Vegas trip.  I’m pretty sure that this was my last session at the MGM before they moved the room away from the hot nightclub that I made famous in my Slut Parade post (see here).  It took place the night after the two part story I told here and here.  In that second post, I made reference to a female dealer who was giving Kent a hard time because he wasn’t paying attention to the game; he was too busy flirting with all the minimally dressed girls who were walking thought the room on their way to the club.

Since that dealer is the star of this post, I guess I need to give her a pseudonym.  So I’ll call her Nancy because it’s a name I’ve never used before.  Nancy is young and quite attractive.

I’ll mention just a few hands from the night.  I had a nice session, winning over $200.  My very first hand I was dealt Ace-King, and won a nice pot when I flopped an Ace and turned a King.   At showdown she showed one card, an Ace.

I also won with pocket Kings not once but twice.  The first time I was in the small blind, and a fellow who I had played with the night before (with Kent) raised to $7 in front of me.  Another player called, so I made it $25.  Only the player from the night before called.  The flop was King-Queen-Jack, two hearts.  Pretty scary flop for a set of Kings.  I bet out $50, and he folded, saying, “I assume you have a piece of that.”  He didn’t show, but he said he had Ace-Jack but only had one heart.  If that’s true, I’m surprised he laid it down.

The other time I had pocket Kings, I was in the big blind, and someone in early position raised to $8.  Two others called.  I made it $40 and no one called.

See?  I can win with pocket Kings.

Back to Nancy.  When she came to the table, we talked about Kent and what a character he was.  Then a player at the table said he had to leave soon because he had show tickets.  He was going to see a popular hypnotist act.

Nancy said she had recently seen a similar hypnotist show and was very impressed.  She volunteered to be one of the subjects because she was sure she couldn’t be hypnotized.  She didn’t even believe in the concept of hypnotism.  But it worked on her and she was surprised.

She said she had total knowledge of what was going on at all times, and complete memory of it after.  She felt extremely relaxed the entire time she was under.

The first thing the hypnotist made her do was pretend to be a drum majorette.  After she did that, he told her, “Now, you’re auditioning to be a porn star.”

She had an embarrassed laugh as she told this part of the story.  Sadly, she wouldn’t go into details about what she did; we all had to use our imaginations.  Fortunately, mine’s pretty good.

It’s nice to know that she remembers everything that happened on that stage.  She also mentioned that they gave her a DVD of her part of the show, just in case she did forget what she had done up on that stage, trying to win a part in a porn film.

Afterward, her mom asked to see the DVD, but Nancy told her that she had lost it.  She hadn’t lost it of course, but I suspect she has that DVD locked up in a safe place.

The other thing she mentioned was that she was seeing the show on a first date.  I didn’t ask if there was ever a second date.  But you gotta figure that her performance up on the stage auditioning for a porn flick was also an interesting audition for a second date.

Although Nancy’s down at my table was too early in the evening for the Slut Parade to be in full gear, the distractions that were soon to enter the room were discussed.  Nancy expressed her bewilderment with the reactions the less than modestly dressed young ladies who go to the club receive.

She said something like, “I always say to guys who go crazy, ‘What’s the big deal?  Haven’t you ever seen a chick before?’”

I just laughed, but didn’t respond.  I hadn’t yet written my Slut Parade post, which perhaps could start to explain it to her.  But the poor girl clearly doesn’t understand the male mind.  And by mind, I mean the part of the body men usually are thinking with, which isn’t really the mind.  Anyway, as I said in that post, no man ever tires of seeing hot women, and the more, the merrier.  Also, the more scantily clad, the merrier.

But hey….she was the one who auditioned to be a porn star.