Review-Journal readers choose sexiest server

In the town with probably the most sexy servers in the world, one stands head and shoulder straps above the rest.

Actually, Jordan Lee Abeyta, who works at Luxor's LAX nightclub, stands just 5 feet, 2 inches. But she is the winner of the Review-Journal sexiest cocktail waitress contest. From a field of 10 women nominated by some of the most popular hot spots in town, Abeyta earned 21 percent of the vote from 4,539 respondents, trouncing closest competitors Andrea Atkinson from Christian Audigier The Nightclub (16 percent) and Joey Williams from Tao (14 percent).

"I'm really honored to be chosen," says Abeyta, 22. "All the girls in the contest were beautiful."

Abeyta, who is of Portuguese and Spanish descent, goes by the childhood nickname J-Lee because, she says, "Jordan is a guy's name."

Chances are, nobody would be confused. Abeyta's measurements are 36-24-32 inches. (When asked if they're real or fake, she replies: "Duh!")

Abeyta majored in broadcast journalism and says her ambition is to host a travel show on cable.

"If this opens some doors for me," she says, "that would be awesome."

There is no time to think about that now, though, during a recent night at the club. The order for table 50C must be taken, placed at the well station, then filled and carried back.

Abeyta spends three nights a week clicking her six-inch stilettos across three football fields of hardwood floor from 10 p.m. to 4 or 5 a.m.

Tonight is a seven-table night, exceptionally busy. But that's good, because it probably means $500 or more in tips. (One night, Abeyta earned $2,400. The least she can expect is about $200.)

What she loves most about her job isn't the money, though.

"I'm a people person," Abeyta says. "I love interacting with people, meeting new people. For a lot of people, it's their first time in Vegas, and it's awesome seeing them enjoying themselves."

Every once in a while, she'll encounter a customer who's belligerent or unpleasantly drunk.

"But there's always a way to handle it," she says. "You always smile and don't let it affect your night. You walk it off and keep doing your job."

After 150 clicks to the well station, Abeyta retrieves a one-liter bottle of Skyy vodka. The tray of mixers, a bucket of ice and three glasses are balanced by her bar porter, Adrian Williams. (Each LAX waitress is assigned a porter, who does most of the heavy lifting.)

The gentleman at table 50C thanks Abeyta as she moves items from Williams' tray to the table, then bends in half to pour the vodka and some Red Bull.

The two extra glasses are for friends who have yet to show up. Perhaps they changed their mind when they heard the bill they would split: $600. Believe it or not, that's a typical Vegas price for bottle service for three.

The $600 is more for the service than the bottle, which Lee's Discount Liquor sells for $22.99. Out front, this gentleman didn't have to wait on a line that's now 200 people and who-knows-how-many-hours long. And, unlike most of the other 1,800 customers expected to enter tonight, he and his friends get a seat.

Most attractively, instead of queuing for drinks at a bar, these bottle-service customers get to chat with Abeyta every 10 minutes (her average frequency for checking on tables).

"Are you OK?" Abeyta asks the 6-foot-tall man hovering around his friends at table 50A.

"I am now!" the man replies while staring directly into Abeyta's breasts.

Abeyta smiles. She's newly single, by the way, having split with the boyfriend she moved from Denver with last year.

But her phone number isn't part of LAX's bottle service.

"It's kind of hard to get to know a person when I'm serving them and busy working," she says.

Of the hundreds of pickup lines Abeyta has heard since starting at LAX one year ago, she says, none has worked. But most make her laugh. The most common is, "Your dad must have been an astrologer, because he took the stars and put them into your eyes."

"That doesn't really make sense to me," she says, "but when people are drinking, they think it's cute."

In the middle of her next football run, two young men intercept and make Abeyta the meat in their photo sandwich. Their friend's camera flashes and they thank her.

Although she seems busy enough, Abeyta says she hopes that winning the R-J contest will bring some new customers her way.

"Maybe they'll recognize me, come in and want to sit at my table," she says. "Maybe I'll get some regulars."

With that, she clicks away yet again.

Contact reporter Corey Levitan at clevitan@reviewjournal.com or 702-383-0456.