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I represented an offshore company and managed their convention booths in the United States. I was married at the time and was often horny. Usually, the wildest thing I did was go to gentlemen’s clubs in various cities and then back to the hotel room to masturbate. The truth was, I was cautious and afraid to pay a lady for her time, living instead with the fantasy. In Vegas, prostitutes were everywhere, and it was fun watching them operate in the clubs and casinos.  These stories took place over many visits. Would I eventually get bold enough to call on one? The stories are in chronological order over many visits.The Late-Night Elevator Ride:One time I was walking back to my room at a premier casino/hotel at 1 AM, showing my passkey to security to get to the elevators. The well-dressed lady in front of me passed through security with a smile yet showed no passkey. We rode the elevator together and both of us were heading to the same floor. She said hello and we made small talk as we headed up to our destination. She asked if I was calling it a night and I told her I have an early morning breakfast at the tech convention. With a smile and a wink, she said, “Her workday was just starting.”We got off on the same floor and as I unlocked my door, I said, “Well, have a good night.” She replied, “I hope he has a good night.”  I fantasized about her coming back to my room, but alas, that never happened.The Mismatched Couple:With a colleague, we were sitting at the bar in a casino checking out the action. People-watching in Vegas is fun, so many come here to be someone else for a short time. At a nearby table sat a well-dressed man, he was with a convention, as his lanyard and ID were an obvious tell. He was sitting with a young lady, much younger, dressed in a jeans jacket and torn jeans. She was facing us, and at one point I made eye contact with her. She was looking back at me, was she thinking, “If the man across from her doesn’t work out, maybe the guys at the bar would be interested?”In any other place, she looked cute with the torn jeans, but here with a well-dressed man, we pegged her as an escort. We couldn’t make out what they were talking kocaeli escort about while they sipped cocktails. Yet what we did hear, they didn’t know each other, the young lady was not his daughter we deduced.She looked up at us, and it was clear she could hear us talking because she gave us a wink and a smile. We were finished with our beer and heading to a convention party when the two got up and walked past us. As she passed, she said, “Hope to see you later boys.” I had an instant hard-on, and I am certain my colleague did also. I never saw her again but had another Vegas fantasy dreaming about the lady in the torn jeans and jeans jacket.George Carlin and the Escort:I took my ex-wife on a trip to Vegas, and we secured seats for the George Carlin show. We were seated at a community table within the theatre with five other couples. Light food and drinks were served, and we got to know some of the other couples, usual small talk. Across from us were two people that didn’t engage with any of us beyond a quick hello, they talked with each other instead.We could hear their conversation and since I had been to Vegas many times before, I discretely observed them, they did not know each other. My wife was doubtful, so I added, “They know nothing about each other, and no one goes on a first date in Vegas, she is a hooker.”The other couples around us were curious about the couple and I whispered the same observation. Soon everyone was quietly observing the couple who were oblivious to our interest in them.The show starts, and Carlin is as funny as ever, Vegas was his kind of town. I was in pain from laughing so hard, I noticed all the couples were having a great time as well. Then he starts talking about Vegas and his joke ends with “and she turned out of being a hooker!”Everyone laughs, except the couple across from us, they were looking down at the hands.  Bingo!The show had not started, I whispered to my wife, “The lady across from you is an escort, a hooker.” The Gentleman’s ClubOne early evening a few of us from the trade show headed to a well know Gentleman’s Club just a block off the main drag. We found seats at the bar, and behind us kocaeli escort bayan were rows of tables each on a slightly different level, like in a theatre. Make sense, it was a theatre featuring nude dancers.The ladies dancing and prancing around on stage were attractive. There was not an ugly lady in sight, including the bartenders. I have been to a few clubs where the dancers were less than prime and yet the bartenders were attractive. The three of us were taking it all in and conversing about the girls and the trade show. I was in people-watching mode, one of my favorite things to do in Vegas. The tables in the theatre section began to fill up. A well-dressed man at one, two jeans-clad men at another, and a threesome of trade show guys at another table, their lanyards clearly marked them. Tourists and businessmen are all here for the show and some hoping for much more.Half-naked ladies began their rounds, serving drinks and making conversation with the theatergoers. A short time later, the ladies delivered large champagne bottles to a few of the tables and sat with them, the lone businessman and another three girls with the larger group. I knew what was happening, it’s “pay to hopefully play.” The ladies sell large cheap bottles of champagne, the price to get them to sit with the men. Suckers, the girls almost never leave with the guys, and the guys don’t seem to mind, as they slowly get drunk.An attractive lady comes up to us and offers us a bottle of champagne, selling for $150. I tell the young lady, in a friendly way, we know the gig and are not interested. She winks and says, “You know how it goes.”We laughed, and she says it is early, so she sits in a bar chair, and enjoyed a friendly conversation. She agreed with me, none of the ladies will leave this bar with those men. She hands us each a card with her name, Lisa Ann, and her number. She says she works at one of the casinos as a waitress and escorts occasionally. She hopes to leave nude dancing and escorting and get a full-time job as a dancer for a casino show. She mentions a boyfriend in another state and no, he doesn’t know she escorts or dances naked for horny men. izmit escort We notice that the group of three men is ordering more bottles of the cheap champagne, and quietly laugh, including Lisa Ann. She wishes she was at their table since they get a nice cut from the bar and tips. We apologize but she says it’s ok, the other ladies saw them first.When she thought it was safe, she let me feel her soft breasts. There is a no-touch rule, but I could see no one really pays mind as the men with the champagne girls are getting a little squeeze here and there.She apologized and got up, there was a table with a man who just walked in, it was time for her to go to work. I got one more feel of her incredible breasts and promised to call her. I was so tempted however I chickened out.She thanked us for the conversation and the waitress delivered three drinks on the house from Lisa Ann. We watched Lisa Ann, and the others work to the growing crowd of horny drunk men. Lisa Ann was sitting with the single man with a bottle of Champagne. She smiled in our direction; she had a sucker. The Taxi Driver:The owner of the India-based company I worked for was in town, we were working at a convention in Vegas before moving on to San Francisco. The convention had a large party at Tao, a Vegas nightclub and we were now heading back to our hotel in a cab. The driver was a middle-aged woman and we immediately made small talk. As we got closer to our casino hotel, she asked if we were looking for a bar or a smaller casino with good action. It was early, maybe 9:30 pm, but my boss was traveling to San Francisco in the morning, I was meeting him a few days later, so we declined. As we pulled up to his entrance, mine was on the other side of the casino, she asked if we were interested in some girls for the night. He answered no, a bit put off by her query. We said good night and the taxi drove the short distance to my destination. I got the nerve up and she must have noticed and asked, “Are you interested in a special lady tonight?”I looked over and saw her license, Carla. I actually thought she was asking for herself, she looked attractive and normal, so I nervously replied, “Yes, I might be, what did you have in mind?” For a moment in my horny mind, I could see Carla pulling into a dark parking lot or coming to my room after she finished her shift.  I have fantasies about her to this day.

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