Another night in Vegas.
Fortunately, dinner that night would be on Naughty America (Naughty Office / American Daydreams) at this sushi place in the Venation called Tsunami’s. You would think that after all of the bad press about real tsunamis were getting — they might change the name of the resturant to Calm Waters…but hey — I ain’t PC!
At dinner our BAC had already started skyrocketing from the “shock and awe” of sortie after sortie of Sake Bombs!
My homeboy Dr. Airwreck has got us on the pestlist (guestlist) for the hottest spot in Vegas on Sunday: Light at the Bellagio. What’s with all of these one word club names? Plush, Rain, Ice? I’m wondering when club owners are going to empty the dictionary and will be stuck naming the clubs things like Stink, Lettuce, or USB.
What a gay trend.
A few times during the week I had been texting this wickedly hot black stripper that I had met the last time I was in town. This girl was serious business. We are talking, not a dime, but a 9 at least. This girl was serious business. I’ve long had a weakness for the sistas. The last time I was in town I was laying down my A-Game-Stripper-Macking skills of this girl and doing a damn fine job. One of the great things about Vegas is the 24-hour strip clubs, but also one of the disadvantages is also the same thing. It gets pretty to find yourself in a Mexican Standoff with a stripper whose shift does not end until 8 or 9AM. I lost this last time, but what I’d fight another day.
For this, I implemented some 8th level-mega-mack skillz…
I remember making fun of the other guys in the titty club and calling them the AFCs, Hoy Paloy, ect…that is called in the PUA community as demonstrating value. I figured I could close this deal another day so I got her number and left her some positive reinforcement (an object that is attached to you that evokes a pleasant memory) – it was a napking that said, “AFCs, Hoy Paloy, pleabians, and had a bunch of childish drawings on it (I’m serious).
Before I went to Light I text messaged her with one word,
ME: “Plebians”.
HER: “Hey you, are you in town?”
ME: Yeah, meet me at Light, we have a table.
HER: OK, I’ll be there.
We all went to Light. It was pretty decent. The hour had gotten late so I started working this Latina chick to a decent degree of success.
Then…
HER: I’m on the dance floor.
So, I blew off the Mexican chick and hooked up with the black chick. She was definitely hot. So we wind up going back to the Venitian and I used a cocaine close to lure her back to the Orleans. I had to make sure Chris stayed over at the Orleans long enough for me to close the deal, which I managed to do by around 9AM.
Five minutes after our romance, Chris stumbled in.
Before we passed back out…
“I need to keep the room for and extra night.”
“OK, that will be 80 bucks.”
You gotta love The Orleans!
To be continued…