Chapter 154

My happy hour with Riri the hairdresser went a lot better than I expected. She was young but much less like a vapid hooker than I anticipated. She could hold a conversation, and she had a charming, if naive, enthusiasm about life. She just wanted to have fun. She had some street smarts, but she wasn't jaded. And she was extremely receptive to me when I discreetly passed her $500 in a blank envelope when we sat down at the bar. I had even included a second envelope with $200 for her friend. No stone left unturned in the pursuit of pussy.
Riri was even more impressed when, after happy hour was over, I didn't pressure her for more. I was a perfect gentleman, and I laid the charm on thick. She said she had dinner plans -- a safety valve move I expected -- but offered to hang out after. I declined, telling her I had been serious when I told her this should be a casual, no-expectations meeting to get to know one another. It was all a line, of course. I wanted to have fun in Vegas and was willing to wait a few days to plunder her curves. But she lapped it up.
In reality, my politeness also was driven by the text Jess had sent me.