George and Harriet were married twenty-five years. They decided to celebrate with a trip to Las Vegas. When they entered the hotel/casino and registered, a sweet young woman dressed in a very short skirt, became very friendly. George brushed her off rather rudely.
Harriet objected, "George, that young woman was so nice, and you were rude."
"Harriet, she's a prostitute!"
"I don't believe you. That sweet young lady?"
"Okay, let's go up to our room and I'll prove it."
In their room, George called down to the desk and asked for Heather to come to room 1217.
"Now," he said, "you hide in the bathroom with the door open just enough to hear us, okay?" She did. Soon, there was a knock on the door. George opened it and Heather walked in, swirling her hips provocatively.
"So, I see you're interested after all," she said.
George asked, "How much do you charge?"
"$325 basic rate, for the hour." she said.
George acted taken aback. "$325! I was thinking more in the range of $25."
Heather laughed derisively. "You must really be a hick if you think you can buy sex for that price."
"Well," said George, "I guess we can't do business, then. Goodbye."
After she left, Harriet came out of the bathroom. "I just can't believe it."
George said, "Let's forget it. We'll go have a drink, then eat dinner."
At the bar, as they sipped their cocktails, Heather came up behind George pointed slyly at Harriet, and said, "See what you get for $25?"
*Disclaimer - no likeness intended to any one real, lol. I don't know a George, Hazel, or Heather!