...of the "car date" but a somewhat similar thing happened to me in Vegas not so long ago.
I was at the tables playing a few hands late one night when an attractive short-haired brunette came up and sat beside me. I initially didn't get the feeling I was getting picked up, but once the conversation turned from what she was studying in college to how she was in Vegas for the summer to work as an "exotic dancer" was when I finally caught on.
I half-jokingly asked her which strip club she was dancing at that week so that I could come "support" her the next time she was working to which she replied, "we can do something right now".
I was actually on a bit of a roll with my blackjack hands so I told her I'll be ready to go once my streak starts cooling down to which she replied "no problem". Unfortunately for her, her luck wasn't as great and I saw her buy in with a Benjamin twice before finally winning a few hands at the end before we left the table.
As obvious as it may seem where this was going, maybe due to the lateness of the night's effect on my cognitive abilities or perhaps it was just another frequent occurrence of me underestimating the debt Father Time has collected on my "game", but up until we were in my car I wasn't 100% sure if this was a P4P situation or a legitimate civilian encounter.
So admittedly I was a bit surprised at her puzzled look when I asked her if she wanted to get something to eat or go have a drink somewhere. She responded that she had to meet her friends soon at the Cosmopolitan, but that she had just enough time for us to have some fun right there and then in my car, which was parked in a somewhat isolated area of a hotel casino parking structure.
She then asked me to reach in through the top of her blouse to cup one of her breasts to make sure I wasn't a cop, which I didn't hesitate to do even though I was fuming inside that she could possibly mistake my car with one that could be plausibly issued by a LE agency.
Though the happy squeal that she made when I pinched her nipple was a turn-on, in truth by that time I was starting to panic as the reason I've never been a connoisseur of car dates is I have perhaps an unhealthy and overreactionary aversion to exposing myself in public and run-ins with Johnny Law.
So after squeezing her breast a couple more times, I lamely made the excuse that I didn't have much cash on me, forgetting that she had literally watched me color out some yellows, to which she replied she was "flexible" on the donation and that she was willing to negotiate as she just wanted to have some fun.
I then reached a bit further expressing I had just bust my nut only a few hours ago with another provider (which was actually true) and it being so late and past my bedtime that I wasn't confident I could "get going again", to which she said her BJ skills are "legendary" and that she would actually love to take up the "challenge" of getting me hard and blowing in her mouth.
At that point I began to accept the fact that she simply wasn't going to take no for an answer, and that there was no way I could get her out of my car without conceding in some way.
Truth is, I felt sympathy for her plight as she did spend a good deal of time chatting me up at the table, and then in the process of waiting for me to finish my game she lost maybe a couple hundred bucks, or maybe half that as she finished with some strong hands and bigger bets.
And then now to have followed me all the way to my car only for me to pussy out, I can see why she was so determined and I respected her composure as she never showed any frustration or annoyance, and instead was sweet and cheerful the whole time I presented her with my lame problems to which she seemed like she had the happy solutions to all of them.
Or maybe she was just desperate and had gotten good at hiding it.
But even though nothing could have gotten me to take the risk of having a car date that night in the middle of a hotel casino parking structure (or really in any circumstance outside of perhaps being in the secluded woods), I wasn't against just paying her for her time and company, as she most certainly deserved it.
So in the end, I politely asked her if she wouldn't mind accepting $300 from me for being such a sweetheart but without needing to do anything else, along with a ride in my car to the Cosmopolitan, and she accepted, seemingly happily so.
The way I got to the $300 figure was it was more than enough to cover any of the table losses she incurred while she was waiting for me, with perhaps just a little bit extra thrown in for her time without going overboard.
And also, perhaps not coincidentally, it's about what my total winnings were for the night after deducting what I had spent on dinner and drinks, and what I had paid to my provider earlier in the evening lol
So even though maybe from her standpoint it wasn't the score she was looking for, at least she didn't have to take a loss nor did she have to perform any services for the money she did get (aside from asking me to feel her up), and now she was getting a nice chauffeured ride to the Cosmo as well where undoubtedly she'll try her luck once more.