One year the Teamsters were having conference in Las Vegas, Nevada. Bill had been Teamster for a number of years and finally found himself a decent position on the staff at his Local shop. One of the perks meant Bill could attend the conference in Vegas.
The first night Bill got into town, he played slot machines and decided he’d find himself a pay by the hour girlfriend. Just any old brothel wouldn’t do for Bill, he wanted one where the girls were organized and kept most of the money – he was looking for the union label so to speak.
Bill walks into the first brothel he came upon and asked the Madame what the hourly rate was. The Madame motioned toward a striking blonde of about 23, and noted the price for a girl like her was $100 an hour.
Bill inquired whether the brothel was union, how much money the house kept, and how much money the girls kept. The Madame informed him the brothel wasn’t unionized; the house kept $85, and $15 went to the girl. Bill responded with a, “No thank you,” and went to the next brothel. Brothel after brothel Bill heard the same story – non-union, $85 to the house, and $15 to the girl.
Just when he was about to give up, Bill walked into a brothel, and saw about a dozen gorgeous women lounging around naked – the Madame informed him the house was unionized! Even better, only $15 went to the house, and $85 went to the girl!
Bill could hardly believe his fortune and gladly slapped a Benjamin Franklin on the counter. The Madame turned and hollered, “Mildred, you’re up!” Into the room walked a woman grayed haired and about 60.
Bill stammered, “But I want one of these younger girls.”
“I’m sure you would,” replied the Madame, “But Mildred has 20 years seniority!”