Dawn Patrol

It's th 4am crowd here tonight at the local bar not your traditional type of bar with dim lights, draft beer and the blue smike of a thousand lit cigarettes> the bar of today has taken a more modern Vegas approach to luring customers out of their weekly paychecks. These establishments have become part high end restuarant, part VIP velvet rope booth, and part strip club. At about this time, the better looking female bartenders begin to finish up their shifts for the night, casually parading around the bar in temptation of initiating some low rent fantasies with some of their regualar customers in hopes of making a bit of extra side money or a least getting the male clientele in bit more hooked on the hot female bartender to keep them returning like some high school dweeb with a bit of money who really has no shot at the woman, yet as long as the tips flow in will be allow a tiny portion of sexual tease via the ocassional tit and or ass shot.

Had a brief conversation a while back with a currently unemployed male bartender friend of mine who use have a steady gig in the industry, but has become a victim of the economic hard times, while being pushed aside in a new trend of local bar establishments bring in some attractive ex cocktail waitres to work as bartenders, with so few lucrative cocktail waitress jobs at the high end strip casino via the wave of massive layoffs in the past years combined with the sharp decline in high rollers, there are not too many well paying postions anymore that leaves a lot of these former waitress with a few alternatives, either go start stripping, prostitution, or hit the party circuit to pay the bill with some middle age sugar daddy providing for them, all which at some point take more of a tool on the mind as well as the body.

Still some of these women who have been accustom to a well to do lifestyle or have the responsibility of taking on the duties of single parenthood, divorce, and or home foreclosure face a sudden reevaluation in their priorities, from that classic big money, big pimpin, coke binging 8am party circuit hot girl of the week, not enough money around to support her gucci lifestyle or find anyway else who will look after their near thirty year old looks or post thirty year looks, the sugar daddies have tired of their abuse, vile, and demanding behavior, along with all the expenses involved in the delicate romance of sexual desire from a check book, so now these ladies have come to roost in the modern ultra bar willing to live off a hundred dollars a day in tips as well as what else they can pry loose from the gathering of male video poker players hitting the random royal flush on the machine.

With a bit of background on the new face of bartender, time to turn back to this particular morning at one of the more places at the forefront of this new bar service direction, some might say the owner of the small chain of multifunctional bar helped begin, develop, and refine what many of the other local chain pubs now attempt to follow, basically hot pussy gets more men spending money equally more cash in the registers. Women in this particular joint wear lingerie and various other sexually revealing outfits to me and the other guys to buy more drinks, strip club barmaids, the conversation with the women behind the bar does not differ much from that one might get in a strip club, the old once over, sizing up of wallet, then the process of manipulation to get that money out of the wallet and into their tiny little faux diamond studded purses. However, the drinks at the modern ultra bar are not quite as expensive, no Champange room or shower room, just hot ass in fish nets and thongs bending over for beers. This is why male friend can't find a bartending job, a few can but are mostly just for muscle, late night shift type of stuff, it's Vegas, meth time, crime time, and criminals will try to rob bars as well as everyone in them, so muscleheads tired of bouncing at the local strip clubs can take it down a few notches, content to dodge the potential bullet at a bar, while keeping the pervo types from sexually attacking the half naked women serving drinks, so my friend is out, suck for him, he is still looking for that bartending job, but hot the women seem to have them all locked up.

Plenty of pervs still here at 430am vying for the attention of the three girls still here, one is okay, the other fairly hot but mental trainwreck, while the last one has an ass to battle for, knives, guns, whatever, the kind of ass you see on supermodels, except for the fact that this woman works at this bar shaking that ass instead of walking a New York modeling runway. So of course every dude in the place wants to get his shot at hitting that fresh piece of tail to go brag to their other work friends or married buddies who get into the place once and a while to drool along with the rest of the bunch, nothing here but straight notch on the belt type of stuff, obviously here someone is going to get a piece, does not look she has much of a life outside of this place except maybe to be looking out on locking down a new sugar daddy to rid herself of existing in the current low point in glamourous life movie drama that use to have such a self indulgent, self fulfilling story line, but why reel in a few cute meatheads to pass the time, bunch them up like fish in a cannery boat net, then whittle them all away at once, a bit more work, but in these times honey, money is money,

So here is the routine all the middle class male knobs have to get in line and do the old show me what you can do for ME routine, though this particular bartender, the one with the supermodel ass is working the crowd pretty well at the moment, she knows she is way out of the league of the regular lonely hearts mediocre pinball that comes to this mega bar every night after his shift ends in whatever going nowhere, non white collar job that they call a life, who wait like good little boys in the lunch line playing the take a number game, but in the meantime show up nightly, spend money, get teased for their troubles, drop a couple bills, not quite as pricey as strip club, but you get the idea, all these guys get taken advantage of, willing this how the world works, either fork out the dough to get involved with some younger pussy, know the game in order to get inside the heads of these pretties to get in their pants, have the young male tattoo muscle head deal down, or just sit back throw out the bait, cash, with the other crew of regulars to be got over on who arrive in all forms, for too many reasons to list.

Somehow got it in my head on this particular night that I had a shot with little miss hot ass, my game could get me somewhere with this piece of ass, knowing quite well thatI only sought to bang her doggie style from behind, then drop a load on her face, total pipe dream, Vegas romance does not exist, total illusion, a laugh, relationships in Vegas are business transactions at even the most lower income levels, peddling ass pays the bills, while the rest goes off to support some unemployed tattooed loser in skater gear who has a dream, no guts, too much of an idiot, scared, and untrainable, been there myself, but one day, got some spine, now write about this shit.

Drinking a beer at the bar, probably close to 5am, taking in all this in, the heartbroken guys, dejected from not getting first crack or even a hello from the hot ass princess, but like any prom queen she heads off with the biggest toolbag in the bar, siding up to discussed whatever mentally challenged people do in conversation such as sizing up this weeks performances on American Idol or the nice size stash of cocaine waiting back at his place, still this guy's days are numbered, age is what all these women are fighting against at the end of the day, those physical looks go south fast and people get tired of being used like a cum towel, the older I get I figure if you are going to pay for pussy you might as well go younger, hotter, still have to put in the time with romance angle, pay attention to them, make them feel special and wanted, but besides all the above, there is a small chance one of these women might be a smart one, could luck into one with a bit of guidance and fatherly direction who can be pulled out of the proverbial gutter and vicious cycle of strip, drug, sex mania, then shaped up into a career woman, the kind you might find in a a real city of with woman of a college educated, middle class upbring, and sense of self, but I have a had a few of these types too and they are no less whack jobs when it comes down to feelings of self worth, so what the fuck, why even try, yet there is plenty of fun and writing material in the process.

Have to look at it like scouting the baseball farm team, check out the prospects, give them a work out see what they bring to the table, of course this excludes any one night stands, random sexual encounters, no thought in any of those things, just needs being fulfilled, so leave the notebook back at the office, out here in Vegas, you get what you get, sometimes hot, sometimes not, you live with it as far as the women dept is concerned, but outside of that mentality, experience allsows to relax a bit more and get things dialed in, but jeez just getting out of a relationship to jump into another does not seem like the right move, still have to size up the current of Vegas headcases.

In Vegas, forget it, it is tough, feels like all the women here are on the take in one form or another, mostly in the financial support and develop into college grad future, thinking global, get a woman from outside the US, be done with the American nightmare, the drama, the over glamourous illusion that only feed into the brain damage society pool of potential new lovers, where is this going at 5AM, all this jabbering, sunrise is beginning to form on the eastern horizon signaling the end to another Vegas night and maybe the second time clock of the day for some of these little hotties who have to go home with someone to bring in that bit more of extra cash to keep the dream alive, as hot ass gets herself so drunk from shots to mask the depression that the good time have gone in the prime of her life, those stories, of flash cars, coke binges, and flash clothings, no more for me, why go shot to shot with this alcoholic, she is starting to become comfortable with her current reality as she goes on drinking some liquor attempting to chase whatever demons lie at her doorstep.