Casino Tips: How to Spot the Hooker
I was 21 when I learned the valuable lesson of never hitting a casino bar alone, especially at a top resort hotel. It was Christmas time and I took a break from browsing a few shops on a Thursday afternoon, to stop inside one of the casino lounges. I sat at the bar and ordered a drink while two older gentlemen, were kissed by their wives who headed off to play slot machines. The two men sat next to me and soon indulged me in conversations, intrigued that I was a young lady all by myself. I didn’t mind as I always enjoy meeting new folks and making acquaintances. It wasn’t long before a pretty red head sat nearby and smiled over at us, so frequently that I asked if she was alone, as well. She said yes, so I invited her into our mix. I was a pretty innocent college girl and a virgin; so when she mentioned working at the bunny ranch in Pahrump, I truly thought she worked on a ranch with bunnies.
At some point, another beautiful blonde was standing near me and smiling as she saw the four of us having a few laughs. I turned to her and asked if she was alone and she said yes. I was fascinated by the coincidence! I told her that I had come here alone too, and in fact, we had all just met. I invited her to join us at the bar but she told me she had her eye on a fella sitting by himself at a table she pointed out. I told her, “You go, girl!” I was impressed by her confidence in going after what she wanted. I also had to pee. So I hopped off my stool and made my way to the restroom. In the short time, I’d been gone another woman was already engaging the two older men I’d been sitting with. The woman that worked at the bunny ranch motioned for me to come over to her. I walked over and asked, “What’s up?” She in turn asked, “Are you a hooker?” I think my mouth dropped to the floor. I was so surprised, “No! No!! Are…Are you?” She said she was and that the two men we were sitting with had offered $2,000 if we would go upstairs to their rooms, but that the deal was, we both had to go. I said I was sorry but I couldn’t do that. I don’t think I ever felt so guilty that I was prohibiting someone from earning an income. Then ridiculously I asked, “Are you going to do it?” She said that it was a no go without me. I sincerely apologized and she kindly understood.
The brief distance back to my stool at the bar felt like the longest walk as I looked around at what had become a haven of beautiful single women. I sat back down and noticed the man that the blonde told me she had planned to sit with, was now standing next to me at the bar. I don’t know why, but I smiled and asked, “how are you tonight?” He looked at me with disgust as he pointed back at the blonde, “That woman over there is a prostitute and she tried to solicit me!” I looked back at the two older gentlemen and all the women around me and I finally put it together, every woman in here is a prostitute and they think I’m a prostitute, too! I quickly asked the bartender to close me out, but not without buying a round for my two older gentlemen friends and the bunny ranch hooker. One of the men told me I was very sweet to buy them a round, but I felt it was only right since I was paranoid now that the two drinks he bought me were in his mind, a down payment of some sort. As I was saying goodbye he leaned into me and said, “I will give you a thousand dollars to go to my room with me right now.” I thanked him but said I couldn’t do that. While I was explaining that I wasn’t a hooker, he pulled out his money clip and set ten $100 dollar bills on the bar and said, “This is yours if you go with me right now.” All I could say was, “That’s very flattering but I can’t.” He gave me a hug and told me, “You’re very sweet.”
You wouldn’t believe later that night, I won a thousand dollars in a slot machine, but I did. $60 bucks got me $500 and another $500 at a $5 dollar machine. Believe in karma?
So you want to know how to spot the hooker at a casino resort? I usually tell my male friends, look, I’m not into you, and I’m an average looking girl. You really think this hot chick you just met at the bar is really just dying to sleep with you? Learn as I did. If the woman is alone at the bar and immediately engages you in conversation, she’s probably a hooker. They can’t all be as dumb and sweet as I was. If she asks you where you’re staying or is immediately willing to hang out with you, trust me, it’s not you. She doesn’t like you. She’s probably a hooker. If she smiles at you in the club while you’re walking to the bathroom and she’s waiting by the door there when you walk back out, she’s not that into you. She’s probably a hooker. But if you’re looking for a good time, it might be a lot less work and money to spend a quick $300 for a BJ in your room than the $1,000 bottle service at the club, you might spend on the ladies simply looking for a table to stand at so they can rest their feet, set down their purses and get some free booze. Yes, some women do that. But hey, it’s all relatively a give and take. Have fun and always be safe.
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