The brief distance back to my stool at the bar felt like the longest walk as I looked around at what had become a haven of beautiful single women. I sincerely apologized and she kindly understood. Then ridiculously I asked, “Are you going to do it?” She said that it was a no go without me. I don’t think I ever felt so guilty that I was prohibiting someone from earning an income. I said I was sorry but I couldn’t do that.

I was so surprised, “No! No!! Are…Are you?” She said she was and that the two men we were sitting with had offered $2,000 if we would go upstairs to their rooms, but that the deal was, we both had to go. I walked over and asked, “What’s up?” She in turn asked, “Are you a hooker?” I think my mouth dropped to the floor. The woman that worked at the bunny ranch motioned for me to come over to her. In the short time, I’d been gone another woman was already engaging the two older men I’d been sitting with. So I hopped off my stool and made my way to the restroom. I told her, “You go, girl!” I was impressed by her confidence in going after what she wanted. I invited her to join us at the bar but she told me she had her eye on a fella sitting by himself at a table she pointed out. I was fascinated by the coincidence! I told her that I had come here alone too, and in fact, we had all just met. I turned to her and asked if she was alone and she said yes. I was a pretty innocent college girl and a virgin so when she mentioned working at the bunny ranch in Pahrump, I truly thought she worked on a ranch with bunnies.Īt some point, another beautiful blonde was standing near me and smiling as she saw the four of us having a few laughs. She said yes, so I invited her into our mix.

It wasn’t long before a pretty red head sat nearby and smiled over at us, so frequently that I asked if she was alone, as well. I didn’t mind as I always enjoy meeting new folks and making acquaintances. The two men sat next to me and soon indulged me in conversations, intrigued that I was a young lady all by myself. I sat at the bar and ordered a drink while two older gentlemen, were kissed by their wives who headed off to play slot machines. It was Christmas time and I took a break from browsing a few shops on a Thursday afternoon, to stop inside one of the casino lounges. I was 21 when I learned the valuable lesson of never hitting a casino bar alone, especially at a top resort hotel.

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