Coming Down
Years ago, there was a dark zone along the Strip in Las Vegas where women would hide behind cars, jump out, and accost passersby. Sounds exciting, but with the heavy pancake makeup and the cigarette breath, it was more like 'Rampage of the Haunted Bordello Bimbos' than anything.

After losing all my money at a blackjack table, I passed back through the zone. A Bimbette came jumping over lawn sprinklers to stroll and chat. "Come on, baby, just $20 for a blow job," she said. I mumbled something about having lost my money, but she would have none of it. She abruptly stepped in front of me, and I smacked into her. She started fondling my crotch (as a passing motorist honked) and said, "come on, baby, just $20!" I grabbed her elbows, shoved her away, and shouted "NO!"

She sighed, and said, "OK - $15."
(Perv With A Dog had his eyes pecked out by scrub jays on, Fri 20 Jan 2006, 19:46, Reply)