I saw a post earlier about downtown and parking at the Golden Nugget, but I wasnt able to get my story written in time because of some real life issues. I just finished it so I thought I'd list it as a new thread. I think it is too funny not to share.

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I stayed at the Golden Nugget in March and saw my first two reviewed ladies from Las Vegas. I loved downtown over the strip, but I wasn't aware of all the issues, especially how the ladies struggled with parking.

It was my 30 year career anniversary so I was celebrating with a solo trip to Vegas and some extended dates with two of Vegas finest. I saw April Luv and LaRue McCay and both of them had the same issue with paying for parking at the Golden Nugget. I walked both of them out at the end of each evening and each one refused to let me pay the parking fee. "Put your money away Hon, the date fee, dinner, wine, show tickets and the little extra thank you is perfectly fine, but no way are you paying for my parking." It became clear that is was some sort of principled belief system about providers rights for free parking.

So the task for each of them, with me in tow, was to march all over the hotel, parking stub in hand, searching for a way to get it validated. With April, and her six foot legs and six inch heels, it meant keeping up with a small jog, which was no easy task since I was tuckered out from the evenings activities, and this girl was on a mission for free parking.  But the real treat was with LaRue.

LaRue wore a dress with deep plunging neck line, and had set of breasts the shone like moon beams.  Every where she went she filled the room with cleavage.  She had on these cute little F-M pumps and she walked with these quick short steps that made a click click tapping sounds.  She proceeded to prance all over the hotel lobby, holding her parking stub up right in front of her boobs, and asked every bell hop she could find, "Can I get this validated".  All the young lads could do was stare at her tits and studder incoherently. After the third one she really started to get frustrated, she literally had no idea why no one could answer her. Finally we got someone that was able to compose himself enough to point towards the casino.  When we got to the cashier window she plopped her boobs on the counter, pushed the ticket forward and asked, "Can I get this stamped".  The cashier grabbed the stamp, looked at LaRue and answered, "Sure, which one?".

Ok I embellished a little bit to make this funny.  The cashier really didn't ask "which one", and April's legs are only 5'10", but the rest of the story is dead on.  You had to be there, it was really funny.


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