Las Vegas Story – Part Three – Hotel Room

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.

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My Family Vegas Trip As an Old Fuck – Don’t Knock it Until You Read This

Money – Politics – Sex – Death – Tragedy – Gossip – Did I Say Anal? – Infidelity – Something Crazy – Something New – Stupid Hot Stuff – Just stupid stuff – Sex – Naughty sex – Humanity

For those of us who grew up in the US, we’ve probably done Vegas as a young adult; if you have, you know the story: we think we know what we’re doing gambling, and lose our shirt learning we don’t know shit. We could have recognized that those who do know what they’re doing, often lose their shirts. But, with me anyway, I learn by doing. (and by doing I mean losing).

The upside, when we’re young in Vegas, we go to clubs, look good, are energized all night long, and most likely hookup. That’s Vegas for a young adult, and it doesn’t suck.

So, I’m way past twenty, and just returned from Vegas, to report this week’s version of an older person’s “Vegas.”

I’ve been in Vegas since Saturday, left yesterday and returned home atoday. I was in Vegas to meet up with my parents, a few sisters, a few cousins, an Aunt, and few high rollers from the UK – gambling friends of the aunt’s. Not exactly a bachelor party is sort of what I’m saying. Not to say my family can’t be fun.

I’ll save discussion of family dynamics for my “health, fitness and prayer for the modern family” blog; on here, we’ll get right to the more human aspects.

Having spent enough time in Vegas in my late teens and twenties, I can compare and contrast on a few things; then,, I suppose, I’ll just tell you the stuff that happened; perhaps not as crazy as some times when I was 22, but this account might give you pause if you were thinking Vegas doesn’t get crazy for those of us over thirty.

I’m still trying to figure out if my readers appreciate reading the raw stories about my life – like this – or prefer the more philosophical, or better articulated at least, postings. For those in the latter, you might appreciate my next post after these – and may find this discussion too crass or degenerate for your taste. But, for any interested, this is the raw honest scoop/dirt on my middle-aged, family vacation to Vegas.


My family Vegas Trip As an Old Fucker

anyone interested in hearing this? Anyway, let me know while I write it.