I just posted this on reddit in reply to a thread about interesting Vegas hooker stories, and realized I'd forgotten to mention it here. It's not a beautiful story. Do with it what you will...
__________A few weeks ago I'd just finished winning a small poker tourney at the Venetian and had a pocket full of $100 bills. A hooker followed me into my elevator at Harrah's (yes, dump, but I just slept there and went elsewhere to gamble). She(?) strolled into the elevator then just stood there, smoking her cigarette. She didn't hit a floor button. She got off at my floor. As I put my key in the door I heard from behind me: "What do you think would happen if I came into your room with you?"My thoughts came pretty rapid-fire: You'd charge me a bunch of money for sex, then when I went to pay you, you'd see my wad of cash and you'd hit me over the head with a lamp and the maid would find me naked and poor in a pool of blood in a few hours. Then they'd charge me an extra cleaning fee because it's a non-smoking room.But instead I just said "Uh... no thanks" and shut the door in her face.
