The dealer Perlah was drinking a water when I found her. After meeting her co-worker, I offered to buy them both a drink. The co-worker, (I think her name was “Terry,” but it could have been Jerry – some girl name that sounded like a guy’s) ordered a corona.
I was amused by Perlah’s choice – Patron silver on ice with a lemon wedge – and she wasn’t scared of it, downed it before I tasted the second half of my martini. I offered her another, she ordered another Patron, this time reassuring me that she takes Uber to work.
I wanted to know what went right this time – why were we there?.
“Thanks for inviting me to join you, I thought perhaps it was against the rules – as a dealer or whatever? Do you usually come here after work?”
I was actually wanting to know if she met up with customers like this often, and make sure her motives were romantic – or, at least, not professional. You never know.
“Often on Saturdays I’ll stay for a drink because my kids stay at my moms on the weekends, and I get off early. My other days I don’t get off until 3:00am. My husband doesn’t know that I work less hours on Saturday, so I get a little bit of time to unwind.”
Okay, I know what some of you are thinking. No, I did not know she was married. She was old enough and good looking enough to likely be married – but being a dancing dealer didn’t seem like a wife type of job. I assumed she was single but wasn’t particularly disappointed to find out she was married.
I still had to know if I was a special case or just this Saturday’s diversion.
“You are the first dealer I’ve ever had a drink with, do you invite many players to join you… I mean, thank you – to what do I owe the honor?”
“No, god no! You are cute and.. I’m not really sure, was sort of a spontaneous decision, should I not have?”
“Definitely not, but I’m glad you did.”
“Glad I did eh, why is that?”
“Glad because .. um, having fun so far… but really because you’re gorgeous, if I have to be honest about it.”
“Okay, good answer, I guess I’ll stay for another drink.”
We had three more drinks if I’m remembering correctly. I found out she invited a guy one other time a few months ago. She said he wasn’t a very good kisser so it didn’t go very far. I’m not sure whether or not she meant to convey all the information I received from the story, but it was almost everything I needed to know.
Knowing that the only thing that stopped the last guy was bad kissing, I dropped my guard and huddled in closer. We started kissing – and it seemed I would not be suffering the same fate as the last guy.
Perlah asked where I was staying and I invited the two up for a drink in my room – my hotel was about a block away. I’d splurged a little and got a pretty good room with a great view. I expected the other girl Terry to excuse herself but instead she quickly accepted the invitation, so all three of left The Golden Nugget and headed towards my room.
I locked arms with Perlah and extended a friendly hand to Jessy, and the three of us walked the whole way, arm in arm, with me between them… I had a few horny thoughts along the way. I was more attracted to Perlah, but Jessy’s enormous breasts knocking against my chest kept my mind open to other possibilities.
By the time we got to my room, I’d decided I needed to see Jessy’s breasts if possible. I know, give me an inch and I’ll wonder about the mile.