The Las Vegas Courtesan

So I have been going through google and my news reader and I just have a good feeling that I am missing some new great escort/sex worker blogs out there. Can anyone recommend any new ones they have come across that aren’t spam ridden or written by a man pretending to be a woman?

(Don’t get any crazy ideas, spammers, I will remove your links to your next biggest viagra site!)

Why do I want to read more blogs? Well I always want to know who and what is going on out there, but besides that it is amazingly SLOW this week here in Las Vegas. After a brief out-of-town trip, I seem to have returned to only dust and tumbleweeds running through town. I’m glad the World Series Of Poker is going on again.. the poker players seem to cheer my spirits up!

This story is an old one and never had someone give me such an ultimatum before even meeting them. I remember this one the most because I was new to escorting and was really green with clients and what they requested.

I go to the Rio hotel and call up to the room to have the customer meet me downstairs since security always would check keys there. He thankfully answers the phone and says, “Well… did you bring them?” Huh? I am confused and since this horrible company would never tell me what the client wanted or requested before I showed up (they were really terrible at that and made things embarrassing) I had to shyly reply, “Uhm no… I don’t know what you’re talking about”. He sighs and says, “I will ONLY come get you if you have a pair of stockings … don’t fool me if you don’t have them then I will kick you out, you understand? Call me back as soon as you get them and I will come get you” and hangs up the phone before I can say another word.

Unknown to him, he is lucky I have $5 in my purse and run into the gift shop where they have a cheap pair of stockings. I reluctantly buy them (you never know if they will even spend the $5 to recover your losses) and call him back. He asks again, “You have them? I’m only coming down if you do, so you better…” I told him yes and suddenly got nervous. This guy’s tone is more demanding than anyone I had met at this point and it worried me, what if this doesn’t work out?

He comes to get me and we go upstairs. He easily gives the fee and tips less than average for a fetish request but enough that I make things work out. What did he end up only wanting to do? For me to wear the stockings and rub them on his legs while he masturbated. In the end it was easy for such a stern guy from the beginning. Of course looking back on this now being in the business for years, this wouldn’t seem demanding at all… just his attitude made me nervous.

People constantly ask me, “What is the craziest thing you’ve ever seen or been asked to do?” Somehow this question is the second or third question in a group that I get asked a lot. Usually people’s first question or statement is, ”I bet you get a lot of fat ugly old men, huh?” followed by, “What if you show up and the guy is really disgusting?” and then comes the always popular, “I bet people ask you for some crazy stuff”.

As for the crazy requests, no I don’t get a whole lot of them. I seem to read blogs of girls who get more specific requests in their home city maybe because the guy is more comfortable there? I’m not sure what the reason is, but out of the 5 years I’ve been an escort, I don’t have an absurd number of off the wall requests to tell about (well except in emails I get quite a few but they don’t go happen since I think people fantasize more than follow through on the act). Anyway, onto the story!

A service called and said I was meeting another girl at the Imperial Palace for a bachelor party. When we walked in we were greeted by 10-12 young guys squished into one standard room at the hotel (quite small!) but immediately went to talking to the guy in charge away from the bachelor. We got the company fee out of the way and did our strip for the room full of anxious guys.  Once we were comfortable, we started talking about what kind of party they were interested in and what kind of budget they were working with.  They were on a tight budget but then the bachelor gets some crazy idea and says he has a thing with food. Food? He points to the pizzas they had left over from dinner and claimed, “It would be really hot if I could throw pizza toppings at your asses bent over on the bed”.  I was stumped… really? He replied with, “Yea I will pay one of you $100 bucks to do it”. The other girl was eager and yelled, “I will!” while I wasn’t too thrilled of pepperoni being flung at my cheeks. Everyone was laughing and giggling at the proposition while she got in position on the bed. I turned around to watch the crowd of guys while the bachelor did this because I had a sneaking suspicion of what their real plan was: record or take pictures as part of the joke.  I kept an eye and sure enough two guys were trying to hide behind each other and sneak cameras to take pictures of the funny action.

I pointed it out, “Ok guys … no photos please”. Immediately the bachelor stops mid throw and gets irate, “What do you mean no photos!? It’s my party!” and proceeds to get seriously pissed off at me and the other girl because we are so rude to ask for no photos to be taken. He yelled, “just GET OUT, just LEAVE”. My policy is you only have to ask me once to leave so we were out the door in a minute.   At the end I just giggled and thought who really wants to become the next YouTube sensation? I think we would pass!

I wanted to give thanks to Jennifer at the Las Vegas weekly for mentioning me in The Playground blog on their site a few months ago. I really wanted to be interviewed but a vacation kept me from making calls back to Nevada… I’m glad to see Jenny DeMilo gave a great interview though! Don’t ask me why it took me this long to find it but, thanks Jennifer!

And now… another photo! I was staying in a hotel not too long ago when I thought to myself… hey this glass topped sink would make for some interesting photos! See for yourself..