DD, S17 and Metaphysical Viagra.

During my last trip to Las Vegas I experienced a mesmerizing, almost metaphysical, moment at a blackjack table. Living in EST, I usually wake around 2:30a PST and play blackjack, in the off hours, while visiting Las Vegas. On this morning I woke, showered and shaved and headed to the Mirage casino from a Tower Deluxe Room. I found a $25 DD, S17 open with two women sitting at first and third base. After I settled into the third chair, I noticed that both the women were Asian and unearthly beautiful. Following several coy and brief eye contact moments, I was taken, seduced and enraptured by the women on first base. Through play, I came to understand that these women were unrelated, wealthy and proficient basic strategy Blackjack players. Both of these beautiful women held fixed superstitions about Blackjack, especially pertaining to hitting and standing. The gorgeous and seductive icon of sensuality on first base would always hit 16 vs. 10 while the effervescent temptress on third base would never hit 16 vs. 10. Both of these women would never take insurance. Even though I was simultaneously being complimented and chastised for hitting or standing with 16 vs. 10 by these women, I found myself being distracted and falling in lust with the woman on first base, in a Jimmy Carter kind of way. With a $100 bet on the table, an Illustrious 18 insurance situation presented to play and I played it. Both of the women vibrantly chastised me for playing insurance until I won the bet. The smoldering beauty on first base leaned in towards me and patted my right hand with her bejeweled left hand and said: “Good play, you’re a good player.” Tongue tied and stirred by latent, and long dormant, youthful hormonal energies, I could only say: “Thank you. I’ve admired your play, too.” Subsequently, several hands were dealt in which we touched hands, high fived, fist pumped, made eye contact, flirted and complimented each others’ play. Another half hour passed in which, I felt, we formed some kind of sensuous bond, or maybe a sensuous expectation, until she pushed all her chips towards the dealer and requested a color-up. After coloring-up for about $2,750, she stood up and passed me, bracing my shoulders with her hands, while whispering in my ear: “I am going to my Villa to light candles, Jacuzzzi and sip cognac (Louis XIV or Henri IV?) . Geez, “the flies buzzed”, I could only watch her walk towards her private Villa entrance. I played a few more hands with the beauty on third base, colored-up, cashed out and rushed to my Tower Deluxe Room. Upon entering the room, I kissed my wife, of 28 years, on the cheek and told her: “I did alright”. I then took a cold shower and lived to play another day.

My only strong criticism of the Mirage is the toxic level of smoke that lingers in the casino throughout the night. I noticed that, in relationship with the newer mega casinos on the strip, the Mirage has low ceilings and the smoke seems to suspend thick as fog. I was physically distressed and uncomfortable while playing black jack, especially early in the early morning, when the casino was heavy with smoke. A lesser criticism is due to the absence of a low energy, secluded, contemporary lounge where older people would feel comfortable to gather, enjoy music and socialize.

Good story. The kind of thing that never happens to me. Then again, I have a kind of magnetism around women -- unfortunately, the repelling kind.

The Jimmy Carter remark may require explanation for the readers under the age of 45 or so. As I recall he was asked in a Playboy interview if he had ever sinned. Carter confessed to "lusting in his heart." It was almost as funny as when he told of going camping and getting chased by a rabbit.

Quote: Wizard

Good story. The kind of thing that never happens to me.

It doesn't happen to most men, thats why it stands out.
For some reason the women felt safe to act the way they
did. Its hard to even get attractive women to make eye
contact with you, let alone touch you. I had a luggage
delivery business at the airport in the 80's and I got to
know a couple of the airport cops really well. One of
them told me there are men who are so predatory, if
a good looking woman even smiles at them inadvertantly,
they'll stalk her all over the airport. Beautiful women
learn this about men early, and thats why they're so careful
who they make eye contact with.

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“I am going to my Villa to light candles, Jacuzzzi and sip cognac (Louis XIV or Henri IV?) .

It was nice that she was offering you the choice of which cognac you would prefer.

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A lesser criticism is due to the absence of a low energy, secluded, contemporary lounge where older people would feel comfortable to gather, enjoy music and socialize.

With the opening of a strip club inside the Taj Mahal, maybe Nevada casinos will start making some changes.

Quote: robbiehood

A lesser criticism is due to the absence of a low energy, secluded, contemporary lounge where older people would feel comfortable to gather, enjoy music and socialize.

Didn't the Bellagio once have a nightclub like that called Light? I see it doesn't exist any more.

Quote: FleaStiff

It was nice that she was offering you the choice of which cognac you would prefer.

I didn't even know those were cognacs.

Quote: Wizard

Good story. The kind of thing that never happens to me. Then again, I have a kind of magnetism around women -- unfortunately, the repelling kind.

The Jimmy Carter remark may require explanation for the readers under the age of 45 or so. As I recall he was asked in a Playboy interview if he had ever sinned. Carter confessed to "lusting in his heart." It was almost as funny as when he told of going camping and getting chased by a rabbit.

It happens to me all the time minus the beauty, the wealth and the Jimmy Carter moment. When she pats my hand and gives me her best toothless smile, I watch her other hand to make sure my chips don't disappear.Then she whispers romantically in my ear,"Fifty dolla, I make you holla."

Quote: robbiehood

Upon entering the room, I kissed my wife, of 28 years, on the cheek and told her: “I did alright”. I then took a cold shower and lived to play another day.

If you had gone to the jacuzzi and cognac session with the rich woman you would probably have left with 2 grand in chips ... which is enough to cause your wife to overlook the smell of jasmine in your hair.

Reading this post reminded me of how you can tell the honeymoon is over :

THE FIRST TIME YOU PRETEND SHE IS SOMEONE ELSE WHEN MAKING LOVE !

The Jimmy Carter remark may require explanation for the readers under the age of 45 or so. As I recall he was asked in a Playboy interview if he had ever sinned. Carter confessed to "lusting in his heart." It was almost as funny as when he told of going camping and getting chased by a rabbit.

If I remember the rabid rabbit story, the President was in a row boat fishing with either his daughter or brother Billy. When a wild and enraged rabbit jumped into the pond and started to swim towards him. The President had to defend himself from the wily rabbit by beating the beast with the boat’s oars.

Quote: FleaStiff

It was nice that she was offering you the choice of which cognac you would prefer.

With the opening of a strip club inside the Taj Mahal, maybe Nevada casinos will start making some changes.

In my younger, bachelor years I might have attempted to escort her to the Villa and flesh out a clarification of her intentions. But, of course, nothing like this exotica ever happened when I was single.

Oh my ... I was just playing at that exact same table last week. The Asians I was playing with were definitely not the beauties you mentioned. Winning on that game and meeting those women would have made my trip complete...

Thanks for the great story. By the way, I think the cognac is Louis XIII. (Not that you would have been paying attention).

Speaking of beautiful women gamblers, I was once at a low limit poker table where a stunningly beautiful woman was playing
in a casino game for the first time. And I mean beautiful looks and personality. Late 20's I would guess . I was heads up in a hand with her when she showed the winning hand while proclaiming " I have the balls". I am sure she meant the nuts and thought the other players were laughing at me for losing. She said the same thing several times during the night and not one of us players had the
"balls" to correct her. LOL

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Oh my ... I was just playing at that exact same table last week. The Asians I was playing with were definitely not the beauties you mentioned. Winning on that game and meeting those women would have made my trip complete...

Thanks for the great story. By the way, I think the cognac is Louis XIII. (Not that you would have been paying attention).

Yes, of course, Louis XIII. Pardon moi. I’m embarrassed to admit that I have two years of University French and two years experience chopping shallots and clarifying butter in a fancy French restaurant. I didn’t really begin to speak French until I started working there. Merde!!!

Quote: Wizard

I didn't even know those were cognacs.

Somebody gave me a bottle of Courvoisier cognac for
Xmas and I drank most of it on Xmas Eve. I still have
a slight hangover, brandy gives nasty hangovers. Thats
why I usually only drink vodka.