"I Wish Mine Were Bigger!"

This story took place a few months back, during one of the summer three-day holiday weekends. 

I arrived at BSC fairly late this particular evening due to playing in a tournament at LC2.  I had my choice of tables and choice of seats.  At one of the tables, I noticed a blonde woman with an extremely low cut top.  And that low cut top revealed plenty, because she indeed had plenty to reveal.  She was middle-aged I guess, nice face but it was hard to look up that high.  She was showing (almost) an obscene amount of cleavage.  You don’t see this kind of boobage at a poker table every day.  It was like Jennifer Tilly was there!   I’d had a rough few days both at the tables and in my personal life so I felt I deserved to be able to ogle a three-quarters exposed bosom for awhile.

So I of course I picked her table.  This was a good decision but I followed that up with a horrible one......”Cleavage gal” was sitting at seat 2, and I had a choice between seat 1, right next to her, and seat 10, on the other side of the dealer from her.  I don't know what I was thinking.  I guess I thought that being farther from her would give me a better view of that cleavage from more of a straight on perspective.  So I foolishly took a seat away from her.

You see, at the time, I didn't know that what a fun couple they were.  And by "fun couple" I am talking about this gal and her husband, not her tits.  Although her ta-ta’s were also a fun couple, to be sure.  Had I sat down next to the gal, I would have had even a better story to tell, But it was the stupidest decision I've made in the BSC poker room perhaps ever.  What the heck was I thinking???  Like I said, I didn't realize how wild and fun this couple were, so I have some excuse, just not much.  

So I settled into my seat and began giving quick glances at cleavage girl.  I soon learned that her name was Shirley and her husband was Brad.  I learned this first from seeing their names in front of the dealer, as they had players cards and were checked in.  Then I saw them introduce themselves to the guy young guys on Brad's left.  It soon became clear to me that Brad and Shirley had been chatting with these guys for some time and although they had just met at the table sometime before I had gotten there, they were becoming fast friends.  The guys were from Portland.  Between all the talk between the four of them, and all the laughter from all of them, I realized what a mistake I had made not sitting next to Shirley.  Oh, and I probably would have gotten even a better view of the cleavage too, although from a different angle. Really, what the hell was I thinking?

Actually, I was thinking of moving next to her...but it was so soon after I had sat down that it would have been a highly suspicious move.  And while debating this, the seat was taken by someone else anyway.

Early in my session, I nearly choked on my diet coke when Shirley flipped over the winning hand and announced loudly, "I have a set!" (after the other players had each revealed only two pair) A "set" in Texas Hold Em parlance is when you have a pocket pair and a third card of that pair appears on the board.  It's three of a kind, but to be a "set"—to use that slang term, two of the cards must be in your hand.  If there are two of your cards on the board and you have only one of that card in your hand, it's still three of a kind but it's called "trips", not a "set."  A lot of novice players refer to it as a set even if they have only one of the three cards in the hand....It doesn't change the value of your hand, it just shows you are not up on total Hold Em lingo if you refer to it as a "set" if you only have one of the three cards in your hand.

So you see novice players refer to just trips as a set a lot.  It's no big deal, like I said, doesn't change the value of the hand.  As it turns out, Shirley did not in fact have a set. One of her two hole cards was a Jack, and there were two jacks on the board.  She won the pot with three jacks but she didn't have a “set.” Of course, I was looking at her chest and thinking that's one of the biggest "sets" I've ever seen at a poker table, which is why I choked on my drink.  Now....at the time, I thought she was just a novice and made the mistake so many Hold Em newbies make.  But as the evening wore on and I heard some of the other things she was saying, and her husband was saying, I started thinking back to this moment and thinking that it was no newbie mistake, it was a very intentional double-entendre.  It turned out that she was not at all a novice player.  She wasn't a great player, but she was an experienced player.  In fact, it turns out that Shirley and Brad are BSC regulars, they began saying hello to some of the dealers they recognized and I'm pretty sure I've seen them before.   By them I mean Brad & Shirley.....in fact I remembered Brad more than Shirley.  That's pretty weird.  Maybe last time I saw them, I failed to notice Shirley's face!

So I started chuckling over Shirley's "set" and then I heard the two Portland guys and Brad and Shirley laughing.  I didn't hear what had been said subsequently but I think they might have made a comment like what I was thinking, about Shirley having a big set.  I was so pissed I was missing these kind of comments, if they were being made.  .

About a half hour later, I moved my seat to seat 5, across from her, next to the two Portland guys.  It was mostly to be able to hear the silly talk between Brad & Shirley and the Portland guys.   Also to get a better view.

Now closer to the interesting conversation, I can report that the four of the them, Shirley, Brad, the 2 Portland guys, were all drinking and having a great time.  There was some obviously raunchy talk going on that I couldn't quite hear, dammit.  Once or twice I heard one of them say "f***" rather softly, softly enough so that the dealer either didn't hear it or could pretend he or she didn't hear it so they never got warned.  Within minutes after Mike, one of my “buddies”, came to deal one of the Portland guys said "f***" rather loudly.  Mike warned them and they were shocked because they claimed they were saying it all nite and this was the first warning.  Mike said he was just enforcing the rules and they should have been warned by any dealer.  I said that some dealers might not have good hearing!  They acknowledged that. They wanted Mike to provide a list of words they couldn't say.  Mike said there wasn't one....but he asked if they remembered George Carlin's 7 words you can't say on TV bit and said that was a good base. He said they actually had a list that they had given the dealers years ago but he didn't have it. When the floorperson came by, Mike told him the players wanted a list of words they couldn't say.  He said made the same reference to the famous Carlin it.  Interestingly, although the floorperson was certainly old enough to know the Carlin bit, Mike is much younger than me and I was a little surprised he knew the bit.  I guess it is a classic that has lasted forever, even though many of the original words you can now say on TV (but still not the “f-word”)

For the rest of the time they were there, they kept accidentally saying “f***” and going back to the list of words they can't say with all the subsequent dealers.  One of the Portland guys wanted to know if you could say the "c-word."  Shirley seemed shocked and said she was sure you couldn't say that...then pointed out that there were actually TWO four letter c-words and wasn't sure you could say either one.  “Bitch' was discussed.  It was agreed that you could "bitch" about bad cards or say the cards were a "bitch" but you couldn't call someone a bitch.  There was just all kinds of raunchy talk going on too, a lot of it I couldn't hear, but at one point Shirley said something quite nasty about what she was going to do with (to?) Brad when they got back to their room.  It must have been nasty based on the way the Portland boys laughed but I didn't quite catch it.

Davey, an older dealer who had mentioned to me he was near retiring came to push out Mike. Mike said, "here's Davey, he's three days from retirement."  (Not sure if he was serious or just kidding).  But Davey must not have been too worried about getting in trouble because...well, you see, as Davey was waiting to finish his last hand, Shirley asked him, "Can we say the f-bomb" while you're dealing?  And Davey replied to Shirley, "You can if you do a lap dance on the table."  I was shocked because if Shirley had reported that to management Davey would really have gotten into trouble!  But she was fine with it....she laughed and just repeated, "I have to do a lap dance on the table to say the f-bomb?"  Davey then said he was just kidding and Brad said good, because nobody wanted to see him do a lapdance at the table.  

Now, some gal came to join the two Portland guys.  She pulled up a chair to sit behind them/between them.  She was a fairly attractive blonde.  I couldn't get a good look at her cuz she was blocked by one of the guys but after a few glimpses that I did get, I noticed she had even larger breasts than Shirley—no mean feat.  She was also showing cleavage, a ton of cleavage, really, and she almost made Shirley look flat chested.  

Shirley and this gal, presumably the wife or girlfriend of one of the Portland guys, got into an interesting discussion about their breasts.  I kid you not.  Unfortunately, I missed the beginning of this discussion, because I was too involved in the hand I was in the process of losing.  Some pinhead re-raised my preflop raise when he only had pocket 8's.  I had AK.  He called my flop bet when I got my Ace paired and raised me on the turn when an 8 hit!  When an Ace hit on the river, giving me three Ace's, it gave him a full house, 8's full of Aces.  He made a terrible raise, a terrible call, stayed in the hand when only had 2 outs to beat me and didn't have anywhere close to the right pot odds to call me....and hit one of the only two cards that he needed to win.  I was so freaking pissed!

Anyway, as the dealer was pushing the pot to the a-hole who just beat me, I started hearing what Shirley and the Portland girl were saying.  They were discussing their tits.  I missed the beginning of this discussion, as I said.  I don't know how it started.  But the first thing I heard was Shirley saying, "I wish mine were bigger' and then she grabbed her tits with both hands and squeezed them and pushed them up! Right there at the poker table.  Then she said, "If I was younger, I'd get them bigger."  I couldn't hear exactly what Portland Girl said in response, but she complained about something about her breasts. Shirley asked if they were "saline" and the girl said they were.  Shirley said yeah, she hears that's a problem with saline.

So what was going on was that Portland Girl had implants (not surprising considering their size....but you couldn't tell for sure with the way her cleavage showed) and was complaining about something about them to Shirley. What she was complaining about, I have no idea. Shirley knew that was a issue with the kind of implants she had gotten.  This begs the question.....is Shirley fake also?  I had been debating that all night as I was observing, and couldn't convince myself either way.  Just not quite enough information to be certain.  Now this....when I first heard it, I thought they might have been comparing implants.  And Shirley may have been indicating that she when she had gotten the boob job, she wished she had gotten bigger ones.  Or she may have just been saying that wanted her own natural bosom enhanced, she may have known about this problem with saline implants due to her researching the possibility of getting a boob job.  The joke is that Shirley wants her huge breasts bigger! Jesus, she already is overqualified to pull off the Jennifer Tilly effect, what more does she want?

At this point, Brad leaned over to one of the Portland guys and, for reasons I'm unclear on, said, "If your brother were here, I'd let him feel them"...clearly meaning Shirley's breasts.  The other Portland guy quickly said, "I'm his brother, so it's ok if I feel them."  Everyone had a good laugh about that.  But no breasts were felt at this table, other than Shirley feeling her own.  

No idea whether or not I won on this particular session, but I left the game sometime after Shirley and Brad did, having gotten both a eyeful and an earful.

(Edited to add:  A follow up to this story--another poker session with Shirley and Brad--appears here.)

Kissing in the Boys Room

Months ago, I was playing poker at the BSC and needed to use the Men’s Room.  It was a little after midnight on a Saturday night.  I wanted to wait until the dealer button was in the best position to give me enough time to go and come back without missing my blinds.  Unlike a lot of inconsiderate players, I try to do my best to not miss the blinds.  Just at the best opportunity, the waitress came around and I ordered a drink.   Ordinarily I don’t leave the table after ordering because I don’t want the waitress to drop off the drink without me there to tip her.  But I figured the waitresses were so busy this night that I had enough time to hit the Men's Room and make it back to the game before the waitress brought my diet coke. 

So I made a beeline for the Men’s Room.  As I was about to enter it, I notice an attractive girl waiting right next to it, actually leaning on the entrance to it.  Her back was to the Women’s Room, and she was facing the entrance to the Men’s Room so that every man going in there would see her.  My assumption being that she was waiting for some guy to come out of there.  That’s a little unusual because it’s a lot more common to see a guy waiting outside the Women’s Room for a gal than vice versa.  But anyway, the girl was standing there and I noticed her left breast was flashing red.  I also noticed she was exposing a rather good bit of cleavage.

The cleavage is hardly unusual for Vegas (in fact, it’s pretty much required by law), but you don’t usually see tits flashing red.  (I’ve seen girls flashing their tits before, but not their tits flashing red)  Upon further inspection, I noticed that pinned over her left breast was some kind of pin or broach that was doing the flashing.  I couldn’t make out exactly what it was, but it was kind of vertical, like it might have been a representation of a building or something like that. Anyway, this was interesting to say the least, and if I hadn’t been in a hurry I might have slowed down to get a better look and a better reading on what was flashing on her chest.  But since I was in a hurry to get back to the game, I made a mental note to try to exit slowly to check her out some more when I left the Men’s room if she was still there when I was done.

When I got into the Men’s room I was surprised to see there was a line of guys waiting to use the urinals.  Now, the restrooms near the poker room are the smallest restrooms in the BSC by far.  It has just five urinals and three stalls.  I dunno how small the girls room is but it’s not at all unusual to see a line of chicks waiting to get in there backed out into the casino.  And I’ve seen a line at the urinals before, but usually only when the place is really busy.  This night it was not.  The place had been dead all weekend.  I was surprised to see I had to wait, and now I was concerned about taking so long that I would either miss my blinds, miss the cocktail waitress, or both.  I started to consider leaving right away and waiting to go later…..the need to go wasn’t that urgent that I couldn’t wait.  So I was debating that in my mind, and still thinking about the girl with the flashing tit, and thus was not able to totally focus on what else was going on the tiny restroom. 

But as I was deciding to wait it out, I did notice that the last stall in the room, the one farthest from the door, was actually open, in fact it was being held open by some guy.  The guy was wearing a official looking shirt which made me think he was an employee of the BSC and probably some maintenance guy.  He was looking in towards the toilet and he might have been talking to someone in there, I’m not sure.  My initial thought was that he was observing that the toilet either needed to be cleaned or had a plumbing problem that needed to be addressed, like it was stopped up or overflowing.  But I wasn’t really paying that much attention because I only needed to use a urinal, not a toilet.

It was then that I started to hear some comments from the guys in line to urinate.  Again, I wasn’t paying that much attention to them.  But the gist of the comments were, “There’s a woman in the Men’s Room.”  “There’s a drunk women in the Men’s Room.”  “She’s drunk, she didn’t know where she was, that’s why she’s in the Men’s Room.”  Since I wasn’t really focusing on this at all, I kind of thought the guy saying this might have been telling his buddies some story that already had happened, not observing what was happening right before my eyes.  That was my initial feeling anyway.  I also wasn’t paying enough attention to realize that the comment about her not knowing where she was because she was drunk, and that was the reason she was in the Men’s room, was said in a very sarcastic manner.  Only when I recreated this in my mind did I take note of the sarcasm. At the time, I saw no woman and had no reason to think he was talking about this particular restroom at this particular time.

That is, until I saw a girl emerge from the open stall.  The maintenance guy then escorted her through the room to the exit.  The girl was very attractive, late 20’s/early 30’s, and well dressed….a little sexy but not nearly slutty enough to be a hooker or even one of the club-going hotties that you see so frequently.  So, she looked attractive but not at all slutty.  Now I started focusing on all this, ran back the guy’s comments about there being a woman in there in my mind, and tried to make some sense of this.  But I was still too distracted to notice one very important thing.  I’m afraid I cannot tell you with any certainty whether or not a guy came out of the stall with this girl or not.  That’s a key element and I just can’t be sure, I just had too many other things going on in my mind to notice, and I didn’t realize until later that this was something I should have focused on.  I apologize for this hole in the story.

But if I had to guess, I would say there was no guy with her.  Because as she walked past  the line of guys waiting to take a piss, and also walked past five guys with their backs to her and their dicks in their hands, whizzing, she went over to the first guy in the line and said to him, “I love you!” and kissed him right smack on the lips!  And my first thought about this was that the guy she kissed must have been her boyfriend/husband who escorted her into the Men’s room because she was in desperate need to use it and the line in the Women’s room was too damn long and she just couldn’t wait.  That was the thought I had for one second.  That thought left my mind when the girl skipped passed the second person in line and approached the third person in line.  That third person in line was me!  She walked right up to me and said, “I love you!” and moved into to kiss me.  It happened too fast for me to do much of anything about it.  I was too stunned and had no time to react or to stop it or anything.  Fortunately, unlike the previous guy, she missed my lips and got me on the cheek, right next to the lips but just missing them.  The girl was obviously drunk, but not so falling down drunk that she need help walking,  But the maintenance guy did take her arm and kind of dragged her out of the Men’s room.  I was the second, and the last, guy she kissed. 

Now, as I was trying to focus on this and put everything together in my mind, I heard the other guy who had been kissed shouting something….it was  “Yuck….I was kissed on the mouth by a girl who had just sucked a cock!  Yuck.”  He repeated this a couple of times. It wasn’t at all clear to me if he was making a joke or he was genuinely upset, and if he really knew whether the girl had just given someone a blowjob or not. 

As for me, I was glad the girl had missed my lips for another reason…..the thought occurred to me that she might have been using that stall not for the purposes of performing oral sex, and not to go number one or number two, but to toss her cookies.  Drunk as she was, it was entirely possible to me that she might have had to urgently use the toilet for that reason and went to the Men’s room because the Women’s room was too crowded. However, I detected no scent from her at all…no perfume, no semen, no vomit. But for a host of reasons I was still glad she missed my lips. 

So finally it was my turn to use the urinal and I was recreating the whole incident in my mind, and I wondered now what had really been going on in that stall.  I finished up, exited the restroom and noticed the girl with the flashing tit was gone.  I wondered if maybe she was waiting for her girlfriend, the girl in the Men’s room?  I have no idea.  I have no real way of connecting these two chicks, other than that they were both gone by the time I left the bathroom.

But as I made my way back to the poker room (and was in a hurry because I had taken so long), I overheard the guy from the restroom repeating several times, loudly in the casino, that he had been kissed by a girl who had just sucked a cock.  And how disgusted by it he was.  It was only then that I noticed something very weird about this guy and the two buddies he was saying this to.  They were all wearing skirts.  Now, I’ve seen (in Vegas) men wearing kilts.  But these really didn’t look like kilts, they looked like skirts.  And I saw that they all had the same black t-shirts on which a lot of text on the backs of the shirts.  I suspect that if I had taken the time to read the shirts I might have gotten a clue as to why these guys were wearing skirts.  But I was in too much of a rush to get back to the game to do so.  So, I’ll never know.  Just as I’ll never know what really took place in that Men’s room stall.

But to answer your most pressing question, I did make it back to the poker table in time for both the cocktail waitress and the blinds.  I also immediately realized that this was an unusual enough story that it had to be documented.  And even more bizarre, this was the first of a string of “women in the bathroom” stories I’ve picked up since.  In fact, for awhile, it seemed like at least once a trip, I would run into a woman in a Men’s Room somewhere in town.  None of the subsequent ones have been as interesting as this one, sadly.  Or perhaps, fortunately.

The Midwest Housewife and the Nude Male Dancer

About two weeks ago I got involved in one of the most unusual conversations I’ve ever had at poker table or in Vegas generally.  It started at my normal 2/4 game at BSC.  Sitting immediately to my right was Cindy, a forty-ish Midwest housewife and mother of two grown kids (that’s how I figured her to be forty-ish; she looked younger). 

Cindy and her husband came to Vegas for one of their regular visits to, among other things, play poker, both of them.  And Cindy didn’t come to play poker to sit quietly at the table, no sir.  She was one of the chattiest people I’ve ever encountered at a poker table.  So I learned about her kids and how she can drive around 45 minutes from her hometown and go to a poker room and that she also plays a lot of home games with friends.  She talked pretty much non-stop. It got close to being too much talk, but she was such a pleasant, nice lady it was ok.  Despite all these facts I learned about her, what she mostly talked about was poker....she commented on every hand, every hand she had, the play of every hand of the table.  She was real friendly and talked with everyone nearby, and basically spoke a book about poker during the evening.  

After an hour or so, a young, athletic-looking fellow came to the table that I vaguely recognized.  I saw the name “Freddy” as first on the list when he took his seat.  I started to remember Freddy….played with him a few times before at BSC.  My memory was that he is now a local, came to live in Vegas a while ago, perhaps a year back to train for his athletic career.  I’m pretty sure he I remember him saying he had gotten a job shining shoes at the Airport to make ends meet while he trained and waited for his athletic career to blossom.

After Freddy had been at the table for some time—and hadn’t been doing well, pokerwise—I started notice something unusual.  Twice I noticed the dealer asking a chip-runner for more chips and then counting out a boatload of singles to buy them with.  At one point I even commented, 'What, did someone break into their piggy bank?"  Not long later, Freddy ran out of chips once again (he was having as bad a night as I was) and this time I noticed he was buying $40 in chips in forty one dollar bills.  Yeah, he gave the dealer forty singles and was clearly the source of all the singles the dealers kept getting rid of.

This helped me remember Freddy.  I assumed he had all those one dollar bills from getting tips at the airport, shining shoes. Made sense to me.

Boy was I wrong.  The next time he bought more chips (like I said, he was having a tough nite of poker), the dealer—who clearly knew Freddy—said to him, "I guess you worked last night."  I was still thinking shoe-shine so I didn't pay much attention but I guess he said yes.  Cindy heard this, noticed the one dollar bills and said to Freddy, who she had been chatting with like all of us on this side of the table, "Oh, are you a stripper?"  I actually didn't hear her say this, I wasn't paying attention. Cindy told me this a few days later when we were laughing over this incident. She was just joking, or so she thought.  But Freddy looked kind of sheepish, kind of uncomfortable, and then reluctantly said, "Well.....as a matter of fact.......yes, I am."  Freddy started filling in a few details before I started tuning in.  I think I first noticed when I heard the words "Palomino Club."  So Cindy got some details I hadn't heard.  But all of a sudden I noticed Cindy was pumping Freddy (so-to-speak) for info on his nude dancing career.  Once I figured out what Freddy was talking about, I knew I was gonna have a story worth re-telling and got involved in the conversation.

I asked Freddy directly....."You're a nude dancer?"  Yes.  "At Palomino Club?" Yes. It's in North Las Vegas.  "I know, I've heard of it.  But I didn't know they had male dancers there."  They do. They have males dancing Fridays, Saturdays and Sundays.  The rest of the time is just girls, but on those nights it's both.

I was shocked to say the least.  Of course, it had been well over 20 years since the last time I was there. And I can assure you the only people taking off their clothes at that time were women.  So I said, "What is it, like a Chippendale's show?"  Freddy laughed, said, "not exactly" and then Cindy said, "Oh no, this is a lot more than Chippendales.  There's full male nudity." Now I have to assume that Cindy had already gotten this info from Freddy before I tuned in, although I suppose it is possible that Cindy had more firsthand knowledge of this show! But I doubt that.  I said, "full male nudity....you get totally nude?"  Freddy said yes, there's full frontal male nudity on these shows, and yes, he get's completely naked on stage.  He went to explain that the Palomino Club was the only place in town that had both alcohol and full frontal nudity.  I said I knew that but I thought that was only women, I didn't know they had guys dancing naked. He repeated that they have the shows on the weekend for women to enjoy the nude male dancers. 

Wow. I don't remember if it was Cindy or me who asked if he does lap dances.  But the answer is yes, he does.  They have private booths for that. Cindy knew what that could possibly lead to, so she asked him if any actual "sex" was ever involved. He explained that there are rules and that of course it is not allowed, but if "some of the dancers want to break the rules and they get away with it....."  He was totally third person discussing this but if I had to guess, he's schtuped his share of gals in the private booths.  He said they have to be careful because you can see the booths’ motion and figure out what is going on.

Cindy asked, "If you're totally naked, where do they put the tips?"  He laughed.  Most of the tips come when they are dancing before they get totally naked.  But.....when they dance they sweat and the dollar bills stick to their sweaty skin.  Also there are girls who are basically "tip runners" who pick up the tips for them.  She asked if the dancers are on as a group or individually.  He said some of the guys work in two man teams but he always is a solo act.

I asked if only women were allowed into the show or if guys were allowed to watch them too.  I suppose in retrospect that may have sounded like I was interested in seeing the male nude show, but fortunately no one accused me of this and Cindy agreed that it was an excellent question.  The answer is that guys are allowed only as part of a couple (and the other member of the couple has to be female, it can't be two guys).  And then sometimes the couple will want a private or lap dance.  He says a lot of the guys who come in are turned on watching their girlfriend or wife interact with the nude male dancer in the booth.  And if the dancer wants to interact with the guy too....well that's up to him.  Freddy indicated that he wouldn't do that.

I had to ask....what is the age group of the women who come to see this show?  He said it is mostly women in their 30's, but it is really all ages, some gals in their twenties, middle-aged women and some are grandmothers or older......Of course he said there were a lot of bachelorette parties, divorce parties, things like that.  He also said something that really surprised me....a lot of the female strippers who work there come in to see the guys.  They are the best tippers!  Then I asked if these women customers were usually attractive or usually not so attractive.  He said there are all types but there are plenty of good looking women who enjoy the show.  

If Freddy seemed sheepish at first, by this time he was totally uninhibited talking about this. Cindy was saying that she felt there was nothing wrong with what Freddy was doing.  "You're young, you’re athletic, You're good looking.  Why not?"  Then she went to say, "You know, would a parent approve of this for their child?  I guess not but there are worse things you could be doing.  I mean, my daughter is gorgeous.  She could easily be a stripper.  Would that be my first choice?  I guess not....but it wouldn't be so terrible.  It’s honest work."

Cindy went on to mention some Showtime reality show I'd never heard of, "Gigolos" which supposedly features real Las Vegas gigolos and has full frontal male nudity (Cindy was quite adamant to point that out....I guess she is a fan of the show).  She said it shows the guys and the “agents” who are really pimps who set up their "dates" and such.  She said most of the guys were not very good looking and that was surprising to her.  Now at that point I wanted to say something like, "Well if the show has full frontal nudity they must show you what the women are really paying for...." but I had already made enough comments that might make me seem gay so I held my tongue!  Freddy said that some guys do make "dates" with the gals (and the couples) and he was very clear to only talk in third person.....as to what they charge for in-call service, well they have to be careful because at Palomino Club it is a lot of locals.  If the guy accepts a low rate, word gets around (that they can be rented “cheap”) and it ruins their reputation.  The guys who work some of the clubs closer to the strip, which he has also worked in the past, have an easier time accepting a low rate from some tourist gal because the word won't get around.  He mentioned Treasures and Sapphire Club as places he's worked as a male nude dancer.   

This discussion of the show “Gigolos” led to a brief detour about “swingers.”  Cindy said, almost disappointedly, that you never really know anything about your neighbor’s sex lives.  She said, "I mean you never really know who's having sex.  I don't think anybody in my Midwest neighborhood is having sex, but who knows, maybe they are!"  By “having sex” she clearly meant outside of marriage (wife-swapping, hookers, gigolo's, illicit affairs).  I had to bite my tongue to avoid saying something like, "You mean, you're not having sex with your husband in back home?" but I thought better of it. I knew what she meant.

During this discussion a regular dealer was replaced by a fill-in I’d never seen before. He was mum during all this but at one point Cindy said to him, "Quite a conversation you are listening to, isn't it?"  He just smiled.  "How are you able to keep up on the game with all this unusual discussion going on?"  He said he has the ability to multi-task.

By the time the next dealer had come in, the topic had been pretty much exhausted. One of the regular female dealers took over and she had heard none of this discussion. But then Freddy need to buy in for more chips, which meant he counted out more single dollar bills.  As the attractive female dealer picked them up off the table to count them, I leaned over to Cindy and said, "She doesn't know where those dollar bills have been."  Cindy laughed and said she was thinking the exact same thing.