Bargain
On my first visit to Las Vegas (years ago), I couldn't sleep, so I grabbed some cash and walked to a casino, passing through a dark stretch on the Strip south of what's now Bally's.

It was like Halloween in July: any number of ladies-of-the-night, wearing pancake makeup and tight dresses, were hiding in the darkness. They would jump out from behind parked cars, shout for attention, and give chase.

I quickly passed through the gauntlet, hoping instead for luck at the tables, but lost. I dreaded the walk back.

"Hey, baby," she shouted, as she came leaping across the sprinklers, "Twenty dollars for a blow job!" I mumbled something about not having any money, but she didn't accept my plea of poverty, and persisted.

Finally, she stepped right in front of me, and we collided. She grabbed my crotch, and tried a different kind of persuasion. Passing motorists honked at the sight. Embarrassed, I grabbed her elbows, shoved her away, and shouted "NO!"

She sighed cynically and said, "OK, fifteen."
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Fri 22 Apr 2005, 6:13, Reply)