Las Vegas Club Adventures Part Five – Twenty Dollars To Not Beat Your Face In
“Tamer says he’s got four on his list at XS, and he has plus two already. Maybe he can squeeze five in but he’s not sure,” I said.
Aster said “Maybe we should have hit up one of those guys on the street.”
Seems like everyone has some sort of hook-up in Vegas. Half the time when you go to a club, the guest line is longer than the general admissions.
As we walked a little farther down the Strip, a weed of a man said “Hey, you guys goin’ to the clubs tonight?”
I stopped and said “Sure, have you got anything for XS?”
“Yeah I got tickets for XS no problem – I got two of them right here – I’ll just show you what we got here – so there’s two of you – okay, listen – I basically work off tips here guys.”
“How much do you want for them?”
“Ten dollars a piece guys, really appreciate it.”
Aster said “I think we’ll chance it with Tamer’s list.”
I said “Nah, this’ll make it easier.” I paid him twenty dollars. He took the money, gave us the passes, and walked off in a hurry. I should have seen this coming a mile away.
“Okay, that should save us some money.” I looked at the ticket. Turned it over. It said “Complimentary Admission – Monday night – Industry Night – Ladies free”. Looks like it’s only valid for females.
“That motherfucker.”
As we come out of Viva McDonalds, and walk down the street, a thin-looking, seedy sort-of guy said “Hey – you guys going to any nightclubs tonight? Need a hook-up?”
I said “Actually – yeah, I’ve got a question.”
I fumbled and took the ticket out of my pocket. ”See this? What does this mean?”
“Monday industry night, ladies free… It means you guys can’t get in with this ticket and you need some more.”
“Really.”
“Yep, really – don’t worry I’ve got plenty for you.”
“How about that.” I turned and looked at Aster.
“Yep, you definitely can’t get in with those tickets.”
Aster said “You’re in trouble then, because you’re the one that fucking sold them us.”
“Whoa, whoa – guys I was just trying to sell you some more tickets, know what I mean.”
“That’s fine,” I said “Just give us our twenty dollars back.” I could feel the adrenalin pulsing through my veins.
“Guys, settle down – I’m just trying to make money here.”
Aster said “We’ll just have our money back thanks.”
He slinked away, out of my face. I wanted to punch his face in.
“You guys have a good night now.”
Aster said “Yeah, I hope you die.”
I wish I’d clawed him in and held him there, and said something bad-arse, like:
“Listen, I understand you’re a businessman. You’re a hustler trying to make some money. You see, we are also businessmen. We provide a vital service to you, and people like you. It’s called, ‘Not beating your face in’.
“Now, we provide this service for free, and I think you’ll agree it’s a reasonable price – however, we are businessmen, and we need to make money. So, we do accept tips. $10 for my friend here to not beat your face in, and $10 for me to not beat your face in. I think you’ll find it a fair price.”
And he would say something like “Ye…es,” and hand us our money back.
But oh well, lucky I didn’t beat his face in. I find the more sociable and confident I become, the more impulsive I become also – which can be a problem in situations like this where people wear signs on their faces that say “Punch here.”
Tamer’s friends ended up going in the general admission line, so we got in on his list for free. I pulled a local girl who wasn’t a stripper.
Continued – Las Vegas Sexual Adventures Part Six – Annaliese No. 1.
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