Think about it: this chick a professional at sex, and I know amateurs better than her. How would you feel if you knew more about medicine and biology than your doctor, or more about the law than your lawyer?
I thanked her, she told me she gets tips all the time, so I gave her a handful of singles. She told me no, she usually gets tips by the twenty. So I gave her a twenty and headed out. I sat down by the stage again to find one of my friends watching the stripper and the other 2 guys weren't finished yet. Every stripper that came by demanded we tip her. So being the drunk idiot I was I obliged. This kept happening until I was out of singles.
I let each stripper afterwards know I was out of money. A few were cool with it but then the last 2 went nuts. The first crazy stripper looked like she was high on heroin. Her eyes were hardly open and she had the sunk in face look that you typically see on orphans and drug addicts. I told her I had no money and she screamed "well then get the fuck away from the stage!"
The second stripper to get pissed was a hot one that looked like a Kardashian. Huge, torpedo tits and a thick ass comparable to Kim's. When I told her I didn't have any money, she almost broke down in tears and told me "So I got naked in front of you for nothing!"
By this time I walked out and my friends were just finishing up and I started heading out the door. The chicks at this place really seemed desperate for money and I had short changed every one of them. I could feel the fury boiling over at my group, they're all cheapskates too.
We stumbled out and the sun was coming up. We jumped in a cab and all complained about how shitty that place was. The cabbie asked us what company cab took us over there. We didn't know except it was in a Camry. He told us the company that owns the Camry cabs in Vegas gets paid by certain strip clubs to take their customers there. I realized we were suckered into going to this shithole.
Passed out a poorer and angrier man, woke up around 10 this morning, ate brunch at Stateline and got home around 4, and then got my dad a gift and went to my parents' house.
she'd go ask her friends about it, and of course she never came back.
It was around 3 AM at this point and the bar was closing down. People were getting their scramble on and I was contemplating talking to a really fat chick who seemed lonely but my friends grabbed me and told me we were going to a strip club.
The next sequence is where I learned what a shithole, dirtbag town Vegas really is.
We hoped in a cab and told the guy to take us to a strip club. Any one, as long as it was classy and the girls were hot. On the way there, the cabbie talked our ears off about how this place he was taking us to was great, how hot the chicks are, and was being extremely social. I don't remember the name of the place but he dropped us off at some shithole that looked like an abandoned building in an abandoned part of town.
We paid the $30 cover charge and the $10 mandatory drink charge. I just asked for a water. Yes, I paid $10 for a water.
Upon getting in there we found there was no one in there besides the employees. We sat down by the stage and within a minute a group of strippers grabbed us and took us to the "VIP room". I was in one with a nice young lady named Roxy. Fake blonde, c cup natural tits, and an extreme amount of makeup. She looked like a runaway who still has the emotional baggage of a teenager. She told me it was $300 for 30 minutes, and whatever happens stays behind the curtains. I bargained her down to $225.
That's right. I successfully negotiated a real life prostitute down.
She started by giving me a lap dance and after a few minutes she removed her clothes. A few minutes after this she grabbed my hands and let me rub her pussy and tits. I told her whatever happens behind these curtains is between me and you right? She said, yea baby. I said okay, and unzipped my pants. She immediately started blowing me.
Sadly she wasn't that great at giving head. She was good at nibbling and licking my tip but other than that I couldn't feel the sucking sensation that so many of the sluts I deal with seem to be good at giving. Between licking my balls and jacking me off a little between slow and methodical sucking sessions, she got down to business. She began blowing me hard and fast and I would keep forcing my head down. I gave her the courtesy tap, she pulled her head up and said it was okay for me too cum in her mouth. And she furiously got down to business again and I shot a decent 2 roper that must have painted th
The rest of the group went to a bar/club called Diablo right there on the strip. Nice, sleazy joint that reeked of alcohol, cheap perfume, and sluthood. My idea of heaven. I immediately pounded a Red Bull Vodka and started dancing, but decided I was done drinking for the night. I could tell I was starting to black out so I figured I'd just drink water and keep dancing. Decent amount of girls there but they were all with guys. I spotted a group of shy looking girls that looked like they were trying to pass as sluts.
They were the country type that have probably never really partied and were practicing their best to look like sluts. They each showed a little cleavage but acted like it was a big fucking deal. Whatever, you want to be a certified slut, sleep with me, and you've earned that title.
They were all late 20s types, not as hot as the Canadian ones from the night before but still solid. I was talking to all of them but by the time I established which one I wanted to target, 2 guys came buy and scooped up the other 2. So I was left with this one. Cute girl, from Indiana, really shy, but seemed interested. She let me touch on her, she grinded on me, and everything seemed good. Her friends were basically out the door when she told me she was tired and sat down with me in a booth. I told her I was tired too and we should head out together. That's when she pulled up her left hand to show me a beautiful diamond ring on her ring finger and started nodding her head. Fuck my life. What seemed like a sure deal was basically just nixed. I scrambled. I told her "He's back home in Indiana, and there's no way he'd ever find out." She said "Sorry I'm not that type of girl and I need to go back and find my friends." I knew I was done so I gave her one smartass comment before going back out on my quest again "That's easy, they're both on their knees behind this bar as we speak."
By this point all but 3 other people in our group had left. They were tired and sitting at the bar. I went and sat with them. A few minutes after sitting down a reasonably hot chick approached me and told me "My friends and I think you're a hotty, can you buy us drinks?"
Now if I haven't said it before, I HATE buying chicks drinks. It's a mortal sin to me. I told her "If you think I'm a hotty, you'd have no problem coming back to my room and having drinks. I have enough booze for you and your friends." She told me s
doesn't mean I'll spend a dime on any of your chola asses". They rolled their eyes and cut me out.
I was pretty shitfaced at this point and the group I was with dragged me to the bar at the center of the MGM Grand. I asked the bartender what was up with all the "ghetto" types and old guys with all the hot chicks. He told me they were escorts who were being paid to be their dates. Apparently this shit goes on even more than they let on in Vegas. I never understood the point of bringing a date to a party or club, it's like bringing sand to the beach.
I don't remember much after this. Apparently we went to the food court around 3 AM back at New York New York, I inhaled a slice of pizza and tried talking to some young Mexican chick who wouldn't give me the time of day.
I woke up the next morning around 10, went to the buffet, destroyed some scrambled eggs and had a Bloody Mary. Power napped a little, walked around the strip with my friends, must have been handed about 200 escort advertisements, took a dip in the pool, rode the rollercoaster, nothing else too noteworthy.
Around 5 PM we were hanging around in my friend's sister's room and plotting the night. Her guy friend claimed he was a big wheel who could get us into some exclusive night clubs and a classy strip club, all after being picked up in a limo. I loved the idea but I was skeptical. Seemed like a plan everybody loved.
I showered, got dressed up real nice. Collared shirt, slacks, my Stacy Adams and rolex. I'm not gay but after seeing myself in the mirror I could totally go for myself if I were another guy. I hung around, must have drank about 4 or 5 Vodka Redbulls in my room, played beer pong with my friends, and then went to Nine Fine Irishmen and had 2 Guinesses just to pregame. By midnight we were ready to roll.
We walked around to the place where this limo was supposed to pick us up. After waiting around for 45 minutes, 10+ calls and constant drinking, the asshole guy friend of my friend's sister said "sorry we don't have a contract with NYNY so we can't pick up their guests. Stay somewhere else next time."
Everyone was stunned but I saw this coming a mile away. People don't just roll into Vegas and get the VIP treatment unless you're a celebrity or millionaire. We went to some pub (whose name escapes me). One of the guys in our group ended up puking on a chair so we bounced before we could even order a drink. Him and another friend went back to
Start by saying the night before I left (Thursday) I spent at the Mexican Cougar's house. Watched "Friends with Benefits", dry humped and ended up getting about 2 hours of sleep.
Friday: got there around 2 PM and started downing some Miller Lites I brought. The group I was with (7 guys, 2 girls) started pre gaming too, drinking Maker's Mark, Smirnoff, Shock Top, and Hypnotic. A handful of them went downstairs to Nine Fine Irishmen (a badass bar BTW), I took a power nap and woke up around 11.
My friends woke me up by blasting R & B and gangster rap music and we got dressed up and went to the Coyote Ugly club. Blue and white checkered shirt, dark blue Lucky jeans, and my Stacy Adams. Nice club, drinks were expensive as shit, but the girls that worked there were hot as well and there were a lot of hot girls in there. I was drinking Red Bull-Vodkas and doing my best to make it look like I knew what I was doing dancing.
First 2 girls I approached: 2 30ish Canadians, divorcees, no kids. Both brunette, short, above average bodies, cute faces. Not 10/10s but very fuckable by most alphas' standards. Started by asking them how they were doing, where they're from, blah blah blah. They were two interior designers from Canada. Things were going great, they loved asking about my job, asking about California, they even laughed and ate it up when I talked shit about hockey being their national past time.
Where things went sour: the one I had been talking to mostly kept saying how the girl with her was her BFF and how they've known each other forever, how close they were and what not. I asked "have you 2 ever been a part of a threesome?" They looked at each other and said they were heading to another club.
I honestly don't remember what order of the next groups of girls I approached. I'd had about 4 or 5 STRONG Red Bull Vodkas, a half-yard margarita with an extra shot, on top of the 5 or 6 Miller Lites, 3 or 4 shots of Maker's Mark and general alcohol I bummed here and there at this point.
I approached a group of 3 girls who were from Bakersfield, I can't remember how smooth the conversation went but I remember making a comment about how chicks from Bakersfield are usually yokel inbred types but they all looked like exceptions. They immediately moved to another part of the club.
Another group of girls I approached was from La Puente. They asked me to buy them all drinks and I told them "Just because I spend a lot of money on my clothes
1. How eager she is
2. How serious she wants to be
3. What style she likes in guys
4. Her philosophy on gentlemen behavior
all within the first date. Ask subtle but seemingly harmless questions. Women love to hear themselves talk so if you ask the right question she'll go on for a while about it. That's where you pay attention to details.
Now once you're really dating her, banging her, and you know each other's ugly sides, then you can let her gossip go in one ear and out the other