Poker Horror Stories
Horror stories don’t have to be about murder and gore, the prospect of losing money can be pretty frightening too. One gambler began betting regularly on trips to Las Vegas with his wife but it got out of hand quickly and soon he was playing with money he didn’t have. I have very few, if any, roommate horror stories scattered throughout my personal history, which means that I, like the oblivious sucker at a poker table, am likely the nightmare roommate in stories of OTHER people. Take my friend Fred, for example (not his real name). In 1999, Fred crashed at my studio apartment in New York for three months while he was hunting for an apartment of his own. “Me, my brother and a group of friends were playing. My brother got dared to run across the main road and back. Long story short he got hit by a car and had to spend the night in hospital.” 15. Boys Will Be Boys “When three of my friends, all straight males, wound up laying on the floor trying to see who could get a full raging boner first. My poison of choice was not poker machines, but online gambling. Racing, the thoroughbreds, the trots, the dogs — I wasn't fussy, so long as I could get a bet on and fuel that addiction.
I guess I'll jump on the Vegas hooker story bandwagon along with Grrouchie, Rob, and Lightning. I'll start with the first story that I already shared in the comments section of Rob's first Vegas hooker story.I had been to Vegas probably half a dozen times and had seen a few ladies I thought might have been 'working girls,' but I'd never been approached directly by one until my visit in July of 2008. On that trip I got approached three different times. I wasn't sure if I just looked more desperate for female attention or if the failing Vegas economy had forced them to get more aggressive. The truth was probably a little of both.
It was a Wednesday night and I had had a pretty successful day at the poker tables by my low-roller standards pocketing just shy of $700 for the day. It was about 3:00 in the morning as I decided to head back to my room at the Flamingo from Planet Hollywood. I decided to drop $100 in a dollar Wheel of Fortune slot to see if I could get lucky. (The Wheel of Fortune slots are my one weakness when it comes to the arcade games in Sin City.) I also wanted to rack up a few points just to see if I could get any room offers from the P-Ho for my next trip to Vegas.
I had slowly leaked away about half of my $100 when a fairly attractive blonde wandered past and casually asked if I was having any luck. I didn't really know how to answer since I had won earlier at poker, but was losing at the slot machine so I just shrugged and said I was doing okay. I didn't realize she was setting up a business proposition until her follow up question, 'Do you want any company tonight?' Ohhhhhhhh...I see what's happening here.Maybe I'm just naive, but I really didn't get what was happening when she first stopped to chat. I mean, any of you that have been to Vegas know that it's really not unusual for a complete stranger to high five you or raise their glass and shout 'PARTY!' as you pass them. I just thought it was another friendly tourist. I suppose the time of the morning probably should have clued me in.
I responded to her with a very polite, and probably a little timid, 'No, thank you.' She just patted/rubbed me on my shoulder and repeated back to me, 'No, thank you,' in a sort of 'Aww wasn't that sweet' kind of way and moved along.
My second ever hooker encounter happened right after that on the walk back to the Flamingo. A nice looking young black girl in a really nice white Lexus was sitting at a red light waiting to pull out of the Paris driveway onto Las Vegas Boulevard. As I neared her car to walk in front of her she rolled her window down and pretty much shouted at me, 'Hey, baby, you looking for some company tonight?' I completely ignored her and kept walking. She proceeded to roll her passenger side window down and continued trying to capture my attention. I never broke stride. By now her light had turned green and the cars behind her were honking their horns. She yelled out the window at them, 'SHUT THE F*&# UP!!!'
She then pulled onto LVB and then turned right into the Bally's driveway right in front of me and continued her tirade. At this point she was clearly pissed that I was ignoring her and started yelling things like, 'Hey! I'm talking to you! Hey! Don't ignore me!' I was honestly a little shaken by the whole thing, but just kept right on walking. Then to add to my anxiousness there was a group of about four very scary looking dudes standing on the walkway over Flamingo Rd. All I could think as I approached them was that I had almost $1,500 in my pocket! I strode past them and was super relieved to see a Bill's security guard and LVPD officer standing and chatting at the bottom of the stairs on the Bill's side of the street.Poker Player Horror Stories
