A Heart-Breaking Peddler
2-28-99 2:30 PM Su
I'm exhausted. I don't know when I got back to the room. I won a few bucks at the stud table in the Stardust, but lost it all at the Desert Inn. A hot little "masseuse" approached me with the idea of giving me a little rubdown back at the room. Her name was Alexis, and she said it would cost a bill. She was gorgeous. While I gawked at her, she said, "Well, are you just going to look at a lady, or are you going to talk to her?"
I said, "Let's talk. Let's get a drink."
She said, "I don't drink."
I said, "I don't not drink."
She laughed and got down to business. I told her to come meet Thing at the bar. She said she was going to get her friend. "Wait at the bar," she said. Thing started trippin' and whining. She came back a little while later. She hadn't found her friend. She said, "Well, just you and I can go then."
God, she was stunningly attractive. I said, "You know what? I'm not looking to climax 'til around midnight. I don't want to waste your time. Do you have a pager or anything?" She gave me a card with her number. She was insanely sexy. Out on the strip, the pussy peddlers pushing all their cards and fliers were all Asian and Latino, immigrants, I guessed, because I would try to banter with them, but none of them knew English. "Are you peddling pussy?" I would ask and they would say, "Pussy, yes, pussy," but that was about it. I frequently kicked Things shoes so he would stumble as we walked. We stopped at Bellagio for a piss. We drank at New York, New York. My jaw was flapping. I got lost from Thing. I went to Denny's and napped for a while with my face on counter. I don't remember what I ate. I took a cab back to the hotel. I had to pay the cabbie with chips. I found Thing at the bar at the Riviera. We drank some more. Then we went up to the room.. I couldn't find Alexis' card. I became agitated trying to find it, but it wasn't in any of my pockets. I stumbled back to the Desert Inn calling among the slot machines for Alexis, Alexis, Alexis, but I would never see her again. Heavy-hearted, I slouched back to the room. I called Shirelle and passed out. Woke up in my clothes again this morning. I was on the bed, but not in it. My head didn't feel too bad. I took a shower. I ordered a porno, but I didn't watch much of it. I had coffee and a croissant and read the local paper. Thing and I went to the driving range and knocked some balls around.
I'm exhausted. I don't know when I got back to the room. I won a few bucks at the stud table in the Stardust, but lost it all at the Desert Inn. A hot little "masseuse" approached me with the idea of giving me a little rubdown back at the room. Her name was Alexis, and she said it would cost a bill. She was gorgeous. While I gawked at her, she said, "Well, are you just going to look at a lady, or are you going to talk to her?"
I said, "Let's talk. Let's get a drink."
She said, "I don't drink."
I said, "I don't not drink."
She laughed and got down to business. I told her to come meet Thing at the bar. She said she was going to get her friend. "Wait at the bar," she said. Thing started trippin' and whining. She came back a little while later. She hadn't found her friend. She said, "Well, just you and I can go then."
God, she was stunningly attractive. I said, "You know what? I'm not looking to climax 'til around midnight. I don't want to waste your time. Do you have a pager or anything?" She gave me a card with her number. She was insanely sexy. Out on the strip, the pussy peddlers pushing all their cards and fliers were all Asian and Latino, immigrants, I guessed, because I would try to banter with them, but none of them knew English. "Are you peddling pussy?" I would ask and they would say, "Pussy, yes, pussy," but that was about it. I frequently kicked Things shoes so he would stumble as we walked. We stopped at Bellagio for a piss. We drank at New York, New York. My jaw was flapping. I got lost from Thing. I went to Denny's and napped for a while with my face on counter. I don't remember what I ate. I took a cab back to the hotel. I had to pay the cabbie with chips. I found Thing at the bar at the Riviera. We drank some more. Then we went up to the room.. I couldn't find Alexis' card. I became agitated trying to find it, but it wasn't in any of my pockets. I stumbled back to the Desert Inn calling among the slot machines for Alexis, Alexis, Alexis, but I would never see her again. Heavy-hearted, I slouched back to the room. I called Shirelle and passed out. Woke up in my clothes again this morning. I was on the bed, but not in it. My head didn't feel too bad. I took a shower. I ordered a porno, but I didn't watch much of it. I had coffee and a croissant and read the local paper. Thing and I went to the driving range and knocked some balls around.
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