[MF], MF, MF – 3 escorts yesterday, Viva Las Vegas!

I’m here in vegas for a conference that didn’t start until Monday. I came in late Saturday night/Sunday morning due to weather delays on an already scheduled late flight. I slept just enough on the flight that I wasn’t falling asleep after I finally got to my hotel room here at the Palazzo. After tossing and turning in bed for a few hours, I threw in the towel around 4:30am and just popped a few adderall to get the day going. I brought some extremely potent cannabis concentrate along for the trip because I was flying from legal state to legal state, I took a few dabs then headed out to the casino floor without much of an agenda beyond looking around.

The Palazzo’s casino floor at nearly 5am on a Sunday morning is a strange place. You first notice it is mostly empty, the people who you find at this hour are typically locked into some kind of feverish gambling binge where the time of day isn’t important. Between the buzz I had and the lack of people activity around me, I was a touch overwhelmed by the sounds and sights of the machines as I walked towards the center of the casino floor. Without many other people around I became very aware of who was watching me besides the omnipresent eye in the sky. Pitbosses, croupiers at empty tables, and waitresses all tracked my movement as I continued without a destination. I saw a bar near the center of the floor which became my first destination this morning. As I approached my “I’m being watched” reality went from a security state to something more like vultures on a carcass. I stood near a corner of a large square bar and ordered a beer. Two pair of women in revealing outfits made more than meaningful eye contact as I scanned the immediate area. This was a run of the mill casino floor bar, a raised circular floorplan with tables and booths around the edge with a square bar in the center. Right around from my corner at the bar was a very drunk, young, latino who was hunched forward with his arms keeping him nearly upright by hugging the bartop’s video poker machine. He was dressed like a basic cholo and was clearly on his last legs, he was angrily mumbling something about how he had been at the bar before me but I got to order first. He wasn’t looking at me so I assumed it was the bartender who was on the receiving end of his slurred scathing rant. I finally had my beer in hand and signed the room charge when he turned his head towards me and asked what I was going to do about it. I smiled and nodded at him like I didn’t hear what he had been saying and just walked away headed towards an empty table at the edge of the raised floor. I had wanted to stay at the bar where the little action was happening but that meant having to interact with someone far too unpredictable for my mental state. I sat down at an empty table and looked around for the women I had seen earlier, one pair had been with a well dressed very animated man and they were now gone, the other pair of women now had a guy talking to them at the bar. I had never paid for sex, I thought about if that was an objectively good thing while I watched a woman in a wedding dress sway drunkenly making a futile attempt to light a cigarette while some of her wedding party sheep dogged her towards the guest suites exit.

After I drank my beer I got up and started moving without destination again, continuing further across the casino floor. Seeing the women at the bar had now made me acutely aware of a market that was fully on display if you looked for it. I started to notice some of the women at machines near the walkway were more interested in me walking by than gambling. I found myself in an eerily dead corner of the casino floor where the only outlet was the shopping area and the shops weren’t open this early so there was no foot traffic. I turned a corner to head back towards the guest suites entrance of the floor and that’s when I saw the only other person in this area walking the opposite way, towards me. A long, svelte, athletic body with brown skin and a shock of dark red in her shoulder length brown hair were the first things to catch my eye. She was wearing a blue low cut sweater and ripped white jeans and black high heels, as we got closer I could tell she was young, maybe 21, and pretty at a 7 in the face for my preferences. I thought about the last time I had been with a black woman and how long ago that seemed. I could see the woman now walking directly towards me had the caked on makeup and glitter look that was more revealing to me than her outfit as to what she was doing out here. Her almond shaped eyes locked in on me and she subtly, in the best way you could if you were in her position, licked her fantastically juicy lips. The licking wasn’t terribly sexy to me, my mind wandered for a second about how many licks she could do before having to reapply her lipgloss and if there was some function the makeup heavy look. My mind bounced back, I realized I now had confidence in my assumption for what she was all about. It was clear what happening, I almost felt like I was along for the ride at this point as some kind of autopilot mode took over, I was going to propose paid sex with this young lady.

We were stopped in the middle of the walkway, facing each other with about two feet between us, we were both waiting for the other person to say something, then she just said “hey.” I froze up, I’m not Casanova but the majority of the time talking with a beautiful stranger isn’t a struggle. “Hey, what, whaaa, what are you doing?” was the best I got out. “Do you want to have some fun?” is what she asked next, I thought about making a joke about who comes to Las Vegas to have a bad time but I knew I’d fumble that, my face was flushing I could feel it. No one else around, standing in the middle of the walkway, I started to get paranoid about what was happening here, who’s watching me? who is watching her? do they know what we’re doing? who is she with, the casino floor women I’ve noticed usually walk in pairs? “yes, how much?” I managed to blurt out and the ground returned under my feet, a business transaction, something familiar I could anchor my thoughts to this. “500” she smiled wide and I was relieved that it looked healthy in there. “Does that include everything?” I asked and then wondered to myself why I was speaking in code, there has to be etiquette for these things right? Would I hurt her feelings if I would have gone with something like, “dear fellow human, my equal in this chaos soup we’re all swimming in, I would like to negotiate an agreeable price for time with you that culminates with my penis thrusting into your vagina until I achieve orgasm.” She got very close to me and smiled again “yes, everything.” The two levers I could pull for this negotiation were service and price, I had the service I wanted, instinctually I went to feel out the price having never seen someone smile on an initial price if there wasn’t budge to it. “That’s just too much for everything” I said trying to sound like I was the informed one here. “How much do you have?” she said, I heard music and an angelic choir in my head, there was blood in the water. “200” God I wanted to say 100 but I thought it sounded insulting at face value for a service so wound up with the person doing the negotiation, not that countering 60% off was much better but math was between that number and an insult. “Where are you staying?” she said without any hesitation. Holy crap I realized this was getting real, we’ll have a closed deal if that was the remaining thing she was factoring in, also I think I’m sweating. “Right here,” I pointed across the floor at the elevators, my mind raced, what am I missing? “Ok.” she said and for the first time I realized I was almost looking her directly in the eye, I’m 6’1″ but she had heels on, I didn’t even try to be coy about looking down at her cleavage, the skin I could see was smooth and looked so supple, I was guessing she wore a c-cup. A warm wave rushed over me and settled in my crotch. She turned to walk my direction towards the guest suites, she looked like a sprinter, her jeans were tight enough that besides giving me a very good idea about the shape of her large but not disproportionate ass, they also revealed that her legs had no shortage of developed muscle. Ah shit, time, how could I have forgotten that! I leaned into her as we started walking, “how long for the 200?” When she said “I’m not in any hurry, are you?” my cock stirred something major.

To be continued…if you’re interested, sorry didn’t realize it was as late as it is, I’m going to a show tonight! There’s plenty of stuff in front of us if there’s interest:

* Security checkpoint at the guest elevators, what happens when you’re making your way through them repeatedly with different companions
* The struggles of service definition vs the unintended leverage of “unlimited” time
* Filth, god the filth
* Being professional with my network of professionals while I’m with a professional, or if I pretend like there isn’t someone with me during this 40+ floor elevator ride will you too?
* My erection strength in the face of a bad faith negotiator and how long will a provider wait for an erection to come back?
* What is included in an outcall massage
* A surprising consequences of not asking before pulling hair
* Finger blasting under the table in time to the music at a gospel brunch and etiquette around charged time if you pay for the meal.
* What happens when I “send back” two women in a row out of principle for their bullshitty “tip” model
* A budding friendship with a Chinese “mamasan,” but is the young friendship strong enough to also take a request for a sushi recommendation without triggering a “you all look the same to me” suspicion.
* What happens when providers start talking to each other while I’m attempting to manipulate the market price with multiple offers collected solely to use as counter offers and is saying “I’m trying to line up these appointments like an air traffic control tower” really offensive enough to get my number “reported”
* The long game in this game and does it pay off
* Find out what happens when white guilt comes on strong after being handed the leash to walk around a naked black woman on all fours
* Without any question, the best fuck of my life
* The comedown and closing thoughts now that I’ve paid for sex, multiple times.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/axhidf/mf_mf_mf_3_escorts_yesterday_viva_las_vegas