...at the Hard Rock Hotel/Casino tonight.  I met a friend at the Pink Taco (Mexican restaurant inside the Hard Rock) for dinner.  After we said good-bye (about 11:00 pm) I decided not to go home right away, but instead take a stroll through the casino and see if I could spot any girls "working" the floor.

Now, I'm a Las Vegas local and spend almost zero time in the casinos.  I know nothing about the casino/bar girl action, except to stay away.  Too many stories posted here on the boards about cash and dash, upselling, poor service, and about how even if you do get good service they are much more expensive than the reputable independents.  But I wanted to satisfy my own curiosity, but only window shopping of course.

I walk around the casino and count 3 separate (relatively) young women who are alone, dressed somewhat provocatively, and look to be doing nothing in particular.  O.K. I say to myself, I came, I saw, and while I don't know for sure, I have strong suspicions that they were working.  No big deal, time to go home.

I'm walking back to the parking garage, through the hallway that goes by a gift shop and the restrooms (among other things).  Then I see her, and there will be no suspicions what she is doing there.  She's mid twenties, white, blonde (probably dyed) shoulder length straight hair.  Tall, almost 6 feet in her high heels.  Not thin, but filled out nicely.  Breasts at least a C, could be a D, and a nice butt.  She's wearing a short denim skirt and a tight maroon cardigan sweater.  Quite attractive I might say.

She's walking towards me.  I look in her direction, she looks in mine.  I look her straight in the eye and smile.  She immediately says to me: "Where are you going?"  I answer: "Too my car."  She replies in a disapointed manner: "So you live here?"  I say: "Does it make me a bad person if I live here?"  She answers: "No, but I thought if you were going back to your room you might want some company."  I say: "Well, I don't have a room here, so I guess I'm going home alone."  She just smiled, turned around, and walked off.

That's the extent of my casino/bar girl experience.  Nothing I didn't expect, except that I was surprised at how blatant her approach was.  And, if someone wants to know where the action is for casino/bar girls, try the Hard Rock.

It happens to me pretty much every time I stay at Hard Rock, but also at Palms, Aladdin, Venetian and occaisionally, though not quite as often, at Paris.  However, with the abundance of wonderful independents, like Jenni, Nikki Avalon,  Asian Jackie, L.J. Montana, Angel and Roxy, I've found absolutely no reason to chance it with a bar girl.  Who knows what her agenda might be?  Too many urban legends have floated around over the years for my comfort zone about bar girls.

I stopped by the rio on my last trip because I heard it was a good spot and I could not believe how many where there, at 3 am almost more hookers than tourists, some where very hot.  The most common is that they sit at the bar and sip red wine and look around a lot.   They come out later, rare before 10 but usually not til 12.  When walking they look for eye contact and if you give them a wink they track you down. The hotel doesn't seem to care and the bartender actually was very freindly to an apparent new one I was sitting by.  The problem is that they will give an opening number on the floor but will not discuss sevices and up-you in the room, and they are a quick one shot and out the door, also do not expect any bb.  They will open in the $200 range but try to get $500 range once upstairs.  Always say u are in town for several more days so they think u might want another round and u will get better service.  The thing with the bar girls is that the hunt can be as much fun as the act.

The one time in recent memory (about 6 months ago) that I actually was approached by a bar gal I was successful and actually took her back to my room.

My approach, however stupid from an LE standpoint was to tell the lady EXACTLY what I expected and EXACTLY what I was going to pay.  I wound up with a reasonable facsimile of a GFE session for $$.5 for an hour.  We actually wen t an hour and a half and I tipped her .5 for her time.  She was ecstatic.

I think that inexperienced guys get into trouble because they allow the girl to sort of control the initial negotiation.  And in the reverse, it will work just about all the time.

Now this bar girl scene isjust something I rarely do.  But on this ac1aaaaaaajk