This was way back, 50 years ago. Everything costs more now but, of course, everyone makes a lot more now. So this isn't in today's terms but those of the 1950's. But it's true. Well, parts of it are true.
I finished my Army service, never even shipped out to Korea. Got a job, started earning a little money. Not a lot but it kept getting a little better. Then I got a bonus at about the same time several friends were going to Vegas for the weekend. They had reserved a room but I was an add on so I ended up getting my own room in the same hotel. Cheap. Back then the money was all made from gambling. You could eat for a couple dollars at several good buffets. You could watch good shows by just sitting in the lounge and having a drink. No cover charge. And if you gambled, girls came around and gave you free drinks. I guess they figured drunks lost money faster than sober people.
There were four of us guys, all in our twenties. All of us getting slightly snockered. Maybe more than slightly. We ended up in this bar. It was connected to some small hotel but it didn't have gambling. One of the guys said that this was the place to pick up girls. Hookers. Well, he was right. There were fairly many good looking girls around and when we talked to them we learned that we could hire them. Blow jobs. Quick fucks. All nighters. Whatever.
We had driven from L.A. It was late. Maybe three in the morning by now. We were pretty drunk. The dollar amounts we heard were high. Higher than we figured we could afford. $50 for a blow job. $300 for an all nighter. We went back to the hotel and went to bed. None of us were virgins but none of us were all that world wise either. I had never, maybe none of us had ever, paid for sex. And when we talked the next day we decided that the girls left there at 3 am the night before probably weren't the cream of the crop anyway. The best ones had been hired. Or else these ones had already been on quickies with a couple guys and were, well, used. Not fresh. So we ate breakfast at about lunch time, moved around and learned more about things in Vegas, and then went to an early show.
The stage was full of beautiful women with fabulous bodies, all of them about two-thirds naked. Now, if we could get one of them then it might be worth the kind of money we heard the night before. So we started trying to figure out how we could get at the show girls. A bell boy told us that we could pretty much forget it. Most of them were married, lived with their husbands at home, even had kids. If any were available, it would be a high roller that would get them. Someone with thousands to spare, maybe even more. We ate dinner at a buffet. Then the guys decided they wanted to gamble. I don't know why but I'm not a gambler. Too cheap to toss good money away like that. And smart enough to know that in the long run, no one beats Vegas. So I watched them for awhile and left. I watched Louis Prima and Keely Smith. Really good and it only cost me two drinks as I sat there for the whole show.
For Vegas it was still early, maybe nine o'clock. Since I had nothing better to do I went back to the bar where the hookers were. My bonus was $250. I had about another $200 that I had saved up. So I figured that I could pay for a blow job and still have plenty left. And it probably would cost me less than the other guys would lose at the crap table anyway. I had never had a blow job as such. I had dated a girl fairly often and ended up eating her and her sucking me off as well as fucking a lot. I was even still thinking about maybe marrying her. But I'd never had just a straight blow job, let alone a professional one.
I got a draft beer and stood at the bar and looked around the room. I didn't look carefully and as soon as I saw this one girl, I went over to her. She looked like one of the show girls. Well made up. Terrific body and dressed to show it. I told her that I was interested in a blow job. She looked at me with almost a sneer.
"A blow job. Just a blow job, just like that. Well, kid, I'll send Marie over." And she walked away. I felt like shit. What did I do. Obviously I had done something wrong. I mean, she sneered at me and called me kid. She didn't want anything to do with me. I went back to the bar and stood there and sipped my beer. This nice looking girl came over to me.
"Hi," she said. "I understand you're interested in some sex."
Why would the one woman sneer at me and this one come up to me? She was just as attractive as the other one. Probably younger. A very nice body. A face that was probably more cute and girl-next-door than beautiful but certainly someone more attractive than anyone I had ever dated on my own. More attractive than the girl I'm thinking of marrying.
"Well, yeah, I am. And I can't imagine anyone I'd rather be with than you. You're really lovely. But why did that other one treat me like there's something wrong with me.?"
She grinned. "That's Tiffany. You asked about a blow job. Tiffany would prefer to only do all nighters. In fact, she'd prefer to become a rich guys mistress. She doesn't want to bother with small jobs. Truth is, you're better off. She doesn't really like guys much. She does what she needs to, to earn money, but she gives as little as she can get away with."
I smiled. "But you like guys."
She smiled back. "Yeah, I do. I like sex. It's probably a drawback for me but the truth is I'm a little over sexed, always a little horny."
"And you give blow jobs."
"Sure. And I'll enjoy it. You're a good looking young guy, it ought to be fun."
"Do you do more?"
"Honey, I'll do just about anything that might interest you and have a good time doing it."