The Las Vegas Courtesan

I guess every girl has her own quirks about what type or how she goes about protecting herself from STDs. Some girls use the best and thickest condoms they make (like myself) and some only use ribbed or off brand. I’d rather not risk it just to save a few cents… but the most original protection I saw was a girl who came prepared with a purple latex glove!

It was an agency call for two girls and one guy at the Wynn Hotel. We went, checked in for the agency fee, talked tips and got tipped a pretty decent amount each. I always come prepared with lube and condom for whatever the sexual act may be but for hand she preferred using her purple glove. I was weirded out by it and after about 5 minutes of attempting a hand job, the guy was seriously uncomfortable also. I offered to change her odd medical approach with a regular condom and lube, but the awkwardness had killed the mood and wanted us to leave. Thankfully he didn’t get upset by a job unfinished but I knew I didn’t want to be stuck with that girl again on a call. This all happened a long time ago but really stuck in my head… I don’t think I have seen her since that one night.

Lay your badge, whatever kind of official badge it is or wherever it is from, under cash that you are paying a girl for sexual services. This gives us heart attacks! How dumb can you be to do that and have no intention or jurisdiction of arresting a girl?

I went to a call with a girl to an extended stay hotel on the very southern end of The Strip. The guys acted a little flaky when we asked what brought them to Vegas but once they passed my little test we felt a little more comfortable. I stayed in the bedroom while the other girl went to the living area with the second client. My customer and I came to an agreement for services and I got up to get my condoms and when I returned he had laid the funds out over his wallet on the bedside table. I pick the money up and I see a badge and an official id. My heart stopped and I almost waited for him to say something like, “you’re under arrest for solicitaion”. He said nothing and I yelped, “What is that?” and he says, “Oh I am sorry… I’m a fireman back in Florida”. I finally took a deep breath and asked why in the world he would do that. He claims he didn’t even think about it. Yea right… I just think he likes to scare the living daylights out of people.

So lesson learned, official government people not in Clark County Nevada, don’t ever do this! You might just kill your lady for the night.

I am finally home free of my legal battles and so happy for it. I can breathe a huge sigh of relief now, and as my lawyer put it, “now you can start all over again!” It’s sad but true, since busts are so prevalent. The only thing that is left now is getting my records sealed so that I have no public record. After that is taken care of then I can truly be relieved.

So last night I went to a “back-up” call to the Flamingo for a service around 4am. Just to explain the terminology, a “back-up” call refers to a call for a service where one girl or girls picked up the fee but they couldn’t work anything out with the customer. Sometimes the girl acts rude, won’t negotiate her pricing, or he swears after the first girl leaves that he really has money and please send him someone else. Almost all phone girls want to send a back-up girl to try the customer a second time. Their pay solely depends on what the girls tip, so why not? It gives them another try on making a tip instead of it being a “base” call (where only a fee is collected and no one else makes money but the company). Anyways, the phone girl gives me the room number and informs me that it is a backup call and the first girls were rude but thinks I can make it work.

I know by the room numbers which of the hotel’s three elevators I need to take in order to bypass a long winding walk down the hallways upstairs. I walk from the garage past the lobby towards the casino floor. Out of the corner of my eye I see a black girl that looked like a working girl, wandering around the lobby. I walked on across the casino floor towards my elevator when this same girl caught up with me somehow saying, “Hey.. hey there.. excuse me.. oh those are nice shoes.” I slowed down and turned around and looked at her in the face. My stomach sunk as I immediately recognized her under a bad wig: it was the girl who was a part of vice during the bust I was in around Christmas time. When I turned to face her she started asking me, “Do you want to do doubles?” Doubles? What kind of question is that to ask a random girl anyway even if you know she is a prostitute? I said, “Doubles? Huh? What are you talking about?”

“Yea, do doubles together”, she replied.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, I said and tried to have an offended look on my face.

“Oh, are you working?” she asked.

“Working? What? I’m going to my room,” I replied or something along those lines.

She apologized a couple of times and I hurried towards the elevator and she walked off the other direction. Whew… I got up to the room safely. When I walked in I started freaking out in my mind. Not because of the two guys I had to deal with to make money, but the thought of having to actually get out of the hotel. I panicked and couldn’t concentrate on working anything out with the customers. I don’t think I could have worked anything out even if I wasn’t in my frightened state. I had bad pictures going through my head of vice officers waiting for me at the bottom of all of the elevators because they figured out who I was and I wasn’t supposed to be in any Harrah’s-owned casinos. I left the call and walked all the way down the winding hallways to the elevator closet to the garage and went down to the ground level. Coast was clear and I walked as fast as I could to my car. I think my heart was about to flop out.

Kind of a long story but glad it all ended well. I am looking forward to a busy weekend since it’s the Super Bowl this Sunday and everyone has to go to Vegas to bet on the game!