Alan wrote another report from Las Vegas:
As I walked across the foyer past the convenience shop, towards the elevators, she passed me by. She was shorter than me, firmly built, and a woman of color. Yet she was open. She was light; airy almost. Yes, there was eye contact. She was friendly.
She never slowed down. It was obvious she was leaving, but she also looked "fresh" which suggested she was a resident of the hotel. But obviously she was not.
She was alone, it was midnight, and she was dressed casual with only a hand bag. If she was staying there, her eyes would never have given mine the glance of opportunity. She would have simply passed. But this young lady passed by and left a message of availability. So why did she just pass and keep going? If she was a working girl, on her way out after a date, in a hurry to go somewhere, why "smell" so available?
And that, my massage girl friend, is what amazes me. That non-verbal, non-contact communication that screamed into my libido, as softly as a slipper step on a cold kitchen floor, that she was a working girl and ready if I was. As she got about 20 feet away from me I looked back. She glanced back, and kept going. I stopped, turned her direction, and watched. She kept going, and looked back again, and then she, too, stopped, stepped to the side, and acted busy with her purse and cell phone while glancing back at me. I smiled. She smiled. I waited, and she gave me one of those "well?" looks. So I walked over to say hello.
Her stage name was Allura, and she was not the famous Allura of Las Vegas (a showgirl) but an independent 20 something local working girl. Ask me how I know.
Anyway I said hello and so did she, and she started the small talk what was I doing in the lobby, what had I done tonight, what was I doing next, etc. and I gave her my room number and suggested she come up and chat. She loved the idea, and a few minutes later as I emptied my loose change onto the table in my room, Allura knocked at the door. She was alone, and I let her in. She locked the door "in case I had any friends", and sat on my bed.
Now Vegas is expensive as working girls go. What you may not know is just how expensive they are. The goal is a thousand dollars for a full service visit to a hotel room, which can last 1 to 2 hours. That's the goal, but not reality. However, the old "aim high and even if you fall short, you still make out" applies here as a working girl who starts the negotiations at $1k is on her way to a 2 or 3 hundred dollar fee no matter what. Typicaly it's closer to 5, and often a session that is agreed for 4 ends up costing 6 as certain extras are brought in and out (and in and out) of the session. Sometimes the full thousand can be stretched to an all nighter, or a two-girl cheat show, but more often she just gets her 3-400 and moves on. Smart guys know that negotiating more time with a working girl is a big mistake, and new guys who learn that the hard way usually let her go after 2-3 hours of the "experience" anyway.
I had $200 in my pocket and not a dime more.
Allura was nice. She wasn't a cold hard criminal (yet?) but had been around the block. But then so have I, and I told her so. And we found a comfortable agreement where she got my $200 and I didn't pound her silly, but we had a great time and everybody got what they wanted. Oh, and I can certify that not only had she NOT been leaving from a date, but she had not had any full service dates that evening (for all you cheating women out there, some of us guys can tell right away when someone else has been "down thar" earlier on the same day. Trust me on that.) I guessed she had been returning froma failed negotiation, and was on her way to the next call, and a bird in the hand is better than... well, you know how that goes.
When Allura left, she gave me her cell number in case I decided to "visit the ATM machine for another visit tomorrow" but we both knew that would never happen. Once I got used to spending $150 on the asian massage girls in Vegas, room girls like Allura were just a "fresh of breath air" for me...someone to actually talk to, someone to play eyes with, someone to explore over an hour of fun on my own bed instead of an almost public massage table, but not someone worth a grand cash to me. I guess I am now a cheapskate. Fact is, I can get all of that and more for free by hooking up with non-working girls in Vegas, but Allura just passed me by with that wonderful look and I admit I simply had to have her. You know what? That makes me lazy, not cheap. I'm a lazy bastard, and she was easy, it was worth 2 bills. That's less than I would have to chip a civilian at the craps tables before she went upstairs with me, and that's the bottom line.
Allura was not a great performer, but she was honest and very firm and young and hi energy, so I had a ton of fun even if my memories of the actual performance don't rank with the best. Truth is, getting her and exploring her was the journey. Looking back, I enjoyed that more than the act itself. Had I been purposefully on the prowl that night, I am quite sure I could have enjoyed more of Allura flirting with her prior to her visit to my room, and then negotiating with her during the session. I am sure I would have thought up a few clever games to play with C notes and the poker chips I had in my pocket....she was that kind of a fun girl.
So Missy I finally update you with a report from the field! I am inspired to write of my Las Vegas massage parlor activities, which have been wonderful. I just looked back at my old posts and almost everything about the Las vegas asian massage scene has changed since then, and is much better now than it was then.
I'll write again soon!