The Las Vegas Courtesan

Believe me… I need it! The rollercoaster of the summer has really worn me down and I decided I need a break to go visit family and friends back home (still home to me though I have lived in Vegas for almost 5 years). I made the decision a few weeks ago and decided to push up the trip some more because I just needed a break. Tensions run high when things aren’t going so great at the companies you work for since the economy is hurting. Phone girls get more desperate and get extra pissed off if I can’t perform some sort of miracle to make a call work out. Yesterday I ended up having a good call in the end, but two crazy mean people before (who made the “big asshole of the year” list) just made me all the more happy with leaving town.
A friend pointed out that last year I seemed to break up the troublesome summer with a few weekend trips throughout the season. Yes, summers have always been slightly unpredictable, just this year has been more so. Anyway, I will try to keep up at least with some pictures during my trip but I admit that I forget I have a laptop sometimes when I am away. That’s a good thing, right?

I got a call a little bit early after I ate dinner to go to the MGM Grand for a two-girl call to see some Irish guys. Ended up being only one guy getting entertainment so the other girl left since I had gotten there first and seemed to like me better. I was there for an escort agency so I got the fee out of the way and started talking about the tips and what all we could do for the small amount of money he had. Unfortunately we had to stick to lap dances and a hand job.

I started dancing for the guy and he tells me that tomorrow he’s getting married in New York.
I asked him, “As in New York, NY the hotel across the street?”

He replied back with, “No as in New York City as in up north in America… at 2pm. Last night my buddies took me to the Spearmint Rhino and got me tons of dances and tonight is my last night so I wanted something in my room!”

Wow what a traveler and quite a hangover he will be experiencing tomorrow! I pull off his boxers, put on a condom with the lube inside (always makes things work better and feel better for the customers too) and start the fun. After trying for a while he tells me he’s giving up and things aren’t feeling as good since he’s been drinking all night and day. He also mentioned that he is still really sore from those dances he got at the club last night. He starts pulling off the condom with the rag I got for him and he starts making shrieking sounds.
“Oh dear god I’ve done it!” as he holds the cloth to his groin.

I said, “What could it be… I use a safe clean water based lube and you’re not allergic to latex right?”
“No”, he replied, “it’s the bloody dances from last night and my dick was rubbin’ against my belt!” and points to the large eagle shaped belt buckle he was wearing now on the floor.

Ouch… I told him to let me see and he pulled away the cloth to show that indeed there was a really red splotch on the end and up the shaft that was rubbed completely raw. I am sure my performance didn’t help anything at all. I can’t imagine feeling this same raw feeling on my privates on a girl. I am sure his honeymoon will be a sore one!