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Lucky the pimp didn't put a cap in my ass

DaOnion

About 20 years ago, I just turned 21 and decided to take an impromptu trip to Vegas. I was excited about being in Vegas for the first time and decided to go all out. I arrived at night and remember being awed by all the glimmering lights on the strip, as I took a shuttle to my hotel. Check into the hotel and then head straight for the tables.

After several hours of drinking, craps, blackjack, and roulette at several casinos, it was late at night (or early in the morning), and I was drunk and broke. I think I lost over $1,000. I'm not sure if they still do this, but they had an ATM limit back then. I think you could only take out like $400 or $500 in a 24 hour period. I had hit the ATM limit, so even though I had cash in my bank account, I couldn't get any more out until the next day. I wasn't done having fun, so I started taking out cash advances. Brilliant, I know.

Anyway, after I was done getting my ass handed to me at the tables and I was too drunk to drink any more, I started staggering back to my hotel. On the way, I see one of those kiosks with the escort brochures in it. I take one and start drooling over the pictures as I walk back to my hotel.

I get to my hotel and call the number for the agency that had a picture of a really hot girl. I had never done anything like this before, and haven't since, so I had no idea what I was doing. A guy answers the phone and I demand that he sends the girl in the picture. I insist like 5 times that I better get that exact girl. He assures me I will.

Of course, the girl arrives and it's not her. She was pretty though, maybe an 8 or an 8.5, so I was happy. I was eagerly awaiting her arrival, so I open the door in my boxer shorts only. She's sober and it's obvious I'm drunk and ready to go. She starts dancing for me and strips down to her bra and panties.

The guy on the phone told me it was $100 for the girl to come to my room and that anything beyond that I would have to discuss with her. So, the girl tells me that it will be an additional $100 if I want more than dancing. She sees I have money on the nightstand, I say fine, and we start rolling around on the bed and touching each other. Things heat up and now I'm ready to have sex with her. When I try to have sex with her, she tells me that will be an additional $200. I knew I didn't have that much with me, so I stick to the original deal. She winds up giving me a HJ while I rub her kitty and lick her boobs. We finish up and I was very happy, but exhausted and drunk. It's probably like 4am or 5am now.

I go to pay her and realize I only had $100, not $200. She's not happy about it, but I assure her I can go to an ATM and get her the extra $100 now. She says okay. I completely forgot that I had hit my ATM limit earlier.

Anyway, we walk out of the hotel and there's a car outside my room. I was staying at a motel and not one of the casinos, since I was young, stupid, and didn't book the room in advance. So, there's a guy inside the car. She tells me the guy is with her and he'll drive me to get the cash. In hindsight, I'm an idiot for getting in the car, but at the time the guy looked harmless enough, so I got in.

I have no idea who this guy was. Her pimp, her security or driver from the escort agency, her boyfriend? No idea.

Anyway, we drive to an ATM and my transaction is denied. I try a cash advance and that's denied too. I go back to the car and tell them the ATM is broken and we need to try another one. They are getting annoyed and I'm starting to get a little nervous. We go to another ATM and the same thing happens. So, now I tell them about the ATM limit and me being denied.

Now I'm starting to panic and they are starting to think they aren't getting their money. This, plus the fact that I'm wasting their time, isn't good. Finally, I convince them that if we can go into a casino, I can call the credit card company and they will approve me going over my cash advance limit. So, we drive to a casino on Fremont Street, park, leave the girl in the car, and the guy walks with me through the casino. He's staying very close to me, making sure I don't run off.

I get on the phone and the credit card company thinks all of the cash advances are suspicious, so they won't give me any more money. I'm freaking out. The pimp or whoever is right next to me sees I'm getting denied. Finally, after begging and pleading with the credit card company, they authorize one final cash advance.

I get the money, pay the girl, and they actually drove me back to my hotel. It's daylight now and I'm hungover and feel like shit. I get some sleep and wake up the next afternoon. Vegas kicked my ass, but I'm lucky it wasn't worse.