A businessman is in Las Vegas for a convention. He sees a really attractive hooker on a street corner and decides to have some fun.
"How much, honey?" he asks, walking up to her.
"$100 bucks" she tells him, "For a hand job only".
"A hundred bucks for a hand job?" he ask incredulously. "You've got to be kidding!"
"You see that restaurant across the street?" she asks. He nods. "Well, I own that restaurant. My hand jobs are so good, I've made enought money to buy that restaurant, just from giving the world's best hand jobs."
The man is very horny, and agrees. A half hour later in his hotel room he's writhing in bless from the best orgasm in his life.
"Phew! I've never cum like that my life; that was incredible1" he tells her. He hands her a $100 bill from his wallet, and hesitates, considering: If her hand job was that good . . .
"How much for a blow job?" he blurts out.
"Ah, a blow job" the hooker muses. "That my friend will set you back $500!"
"Five hundred bucks for a fucking blow job?" he asks in disbelief.
The hooker walks over to the hotel room window and opens the curtain. "You see that casino there, across the street?" she asks. The man nods. "Well, I own that mother fucking casino; bought it with the money I made giving the world's best blow jobs".
The man decides what the fuck, and agrees. An hour later the hooker has sucked every drop of cum from his balls, the man is lying on his back, his eyes glazed, his heart beating wildly.
"That was un-fucking believable!" he gasps. "I had no idea . . . . I could EVER shoot like that!". He decides then & there he needs the full treatment. "How much ome pussy, baby?" he pleads.
The hooker walks over the window again, opens the curtain, and nods her head toward the glimmering lights of the Las Vegas Strip. "You see the Strip there, Las Vegas Boulevard?" she asks.
"Don't tell me you own the entire Las Vegas Strip?" the man gasps.
"Ah, I would . . . " the hooker sighs sadly, "if only I had a damn pussy!"