The Las Vegas Courtesan

So the INTEROP convention is this week though you would have never known it. Once NAB (National Association of Broadcasters.. the largest Vegas convention still, I believe) is over with it means the end of convention season is winding down. Darnit! Next come the summer time travelers and the families. Quite a few bachelor parties remain but I worry gas prices might hinder the traffic coming in from California this summer. Southern California drivers flood the I-15 on Friday afternoons trying to escape Los Angeles or San Deigo… they tend to do the last minute traveling plan and get one room for 5 guys but sometimes it works out.. keeps the money flowing into the town for sure.

Now for some random questions I get asked repeatedly to continue on with this series

Lots of customers ask me how I got to Las Vegas… which I usually respond with a quirky, “I drove here”, to get a chuckle out of them. Really I first started coming here during the summer months to escape the slow season in the topless clubs that I worked in back home. It worked out well and I would make way more money than I would have before. I sometimes would pay off only my tip-out at the clubs back home due to the number of men staying at home with their kids while they were off from school or would be out on vacations. Why not work where they went FOR vacation? Was a good plan for sure.

Then their next question is: “How did you start doing this?” The answer is a slightly complex one that I’d rather not go into, but basically when I was working in the clubs in my home state I was already dealing with levels of prostitution but in denial about it. Complete denial. After getting fed up with dealing with working in Las Vegas strip clubs where it is hustle or die with no regulars, I decided to give an agency a shot. I was sick and tired of the men hassling me and begging me to solicit then only give me 20 bucks for a pathetic dance. Things in Vegas were changing at the times in the strip clubs: massive clubs were being built, Cheetahs/Jaguar’s owner was under federal indictment, and I had been about 10-15 lbs overweight and that never helps when you want to get the good shift at the Spearmint Rhino from a manager named John who is notorious for being highly selective. I lied to the first agency I went to and said I had worked for an agency before but not in Las Vegas. Looking back I acted like a complete imbecile when dealing with them, but I learned a lot. I also came to learn that I worked for the toughest agency in town (and still is to this day) so at least I started out with the worst which means it can only get better! I got a different, less tough agency to work for soon after then (which is now owned by some one else who recently just lost their *mind*), and met a girl who referred me to a service that I still work for today. That’s my little story of how I began… it’s been almost 5 years since I started working out here, and it’s still completely unpredictable.

So I get my share of silly phone calls from clients but I also like hearing about the ones that girls get at the offices that I work at around town. One night a few weeks ago it was pretty dead around town and I called a phone girl to chit chat and see what was up. She told me the only guy who called was one asking a pretty unusual question.

She said she answered the phone and the gave the guy the whole sales pitch about how she answers the phones for the girls and its $150 or so for the girl to come out to the room. He responded with a heavy accent, “Oh nono… I need to talk to the girl now before she comes over.” She said that she can’t do that because the girls only go to the room, not talk on the phone. He insisted again, “No I need to talk to the girl… I must talk to her before.” She tries convincing him again but gives up and pulls a fast one by shouting out to an imaginary girl, putting the guy on hold and picks up the phone again but with a more teeny-bopper voice, “Hello? My friend said you wanted to talk to me?”

He replied in a low voice, “Do you have to shit?”
“Excuse me?”, she said.
“Do you have to poop? I want a girl to come to my room and shit for me”
She hung up.

I died laughing when she told me this story. Too funny.

So I have been horrible about posting again… I haven’t been in the mood to write lately and nothing was coming to me of any interest to write. I also got pretty busy the last few weeks so my computer time has been quite limited. I fear my feed reader. I also wanted to apologize to The English Courtesan for not responding to her tagging me. I have been lazy and uninspired… hopefully that will change and will respond back! My friend also had my camera for a bit so sorry about the lack of photos.

What else is going on in my life here in Vegas as an escort? Well I have seen an increasing trend of security asking me for my I.D. and then giving me the third degree for not having it. Sorry, but I know if I show it to the hotels who have asked, they will run it and see that I had been arrested at one of their sister properties. From there they can either just warn me, hold me until I get a ticket for trespassing from Metro, or go to jail. One security guy at the Mirage was acting so screwy I had to walk out of the front door, to the public sidewalk, and all the way around the block to get to my car in the garage. That really wasn’t a good night. Usually when this behavior goes on I think that there is a bust going on and they are taking advantage of clearing as many girls as they can from their casino. Another hint when a bust is taking place? The lack of security at the elevators when they normally check for keys… that night at the Mirage I had noticed this as well. I was happy to get my butt out of there..

Recently I found an article in the Review Journal about a school from Lynchburg, Virginia who decided to take a field trip to the brothels outside of Las Vegas. Not your ordinary field trip for sure. The class sounded like an interesting one though and consisted of examining how we all are consumers and what do we consume. They visited northeastern Nevada where they want to pipe water for several hundred miles to Las Vegas (a plan I don’t agree with for sure), some farms, and last but not least the Chicken Ranch Brothel out in Pahrump, Nevada (one of Las Vegas’ closest bordellos people can visit). Apparently the media got a hold of such a field trip and decided to join the 11 women visiting from the Virginia school at the Chicken Ranch. I wish I would have known because I would have wanted the tour as well! I have read the book about the Mustang Ranch by Alexa Albert and have always been curious to learn more about the legal side of prostitution.

Anyway why I mentioned this article is because I was slightly shocked at the women being open minded to such a discussion. One girl was quoted saying, “”People keep asking me if this has changed my opinion about prostitution. I’m not sure I had an opinion on prostitution.” She said also that she “found it hard to condemn the industry after seeing it in person.” Good article and I love hearing about normal people experiencing different things and having an open mind about it. Wish more Americans were the same way…  Here is some more legal Nevada brothel information.

I always like hearing crazy or silly stories from girls. I went on a number of calls at the MGM Grand back to back with a nice girls I have known for a while from an escort service we both work for. We brought up how we don’t like being in the MGM Grand or the Bellagio due to the strict security sometimes. Not long ago I went cautiously to the Bellagio (only sketchy for me since I was busted by vice there) and she had been in the casino the same evening but had gone “missing” to the phone girls at the escort service we work for. No answer on her cell and the customer was confused as to where she went which spells trouble probably with security when girls go missing like that.

She had been picked up by security around 7pm when she went down to gamble with the client who had paid her already upstairs for her company. Weird it happened to her so early in the evening. She went on to say they approached her at the table and they asked for i.d. and since she had been trespassed before she claimed that she didn’t have it. After being taken into the back and they grilled her about knowing who she was, they said they were calling Metro Police to take her to jail for trespassing. She said she broke down crying since she had plans to take her son to NASCAR the next day and went on and on about how important that day was to her. I guess the head of security finally had half a heart so when Metro did arrive, he told the officer to give her a ticket instead of hauling her off to jail. Still an asshole to me..

The funny part of the story is how she went on about how many times she was trespassed at the Bellagio before the current security staff she encountered. She said she would go “freelancing” in the casino every night there and the security would catch her, make her come to the security office and sign a piece of paper saying she wouldn’t come back but then as she left would shout to her, “See you tomorrow night!” She said it went on constantly and was just a joke, and one time went to the office and saw 10 other girls being held for Metro… all obviously prostitutes who were black. She said when she signed the normal piece of paper the other girls flipped out since she was being let go. The head of security replied, “Now now it’s not that… I just wouldn’t want you girls to go back out to my casino!”  She also mentioned certain employees requesting girl’s panties or to show them to the staff to get let go with no problems. I had also heard of guards at the Wynn being paid off by girls who didn’t want to get into trouble when the casino first opened.

Quite interesting the stuff I hear, though I don’t believe all of it sometimes… it’s still interesting to hear the craziness that people tell me about happening in Las Vegas casinos.