The Las Vegas Courtesan

Yea whoopdee doo for Harrah’s Las Vegas. I don’t like going into the hotel after 9 or 10 because the security they have checking keys at the elevators pretend that the hotel is nicer than the Wynn and Bellagio put together… the place is a joke. None the less I like to keep away to avoid these low-life security guards and I would get in trouble if they decided to run my ID.

So I get a call around 8 or so to go to Harrah’s and I accept it. I go upstairs and hear someone fumbling as I knock on the door. The door flies open and I see this beaming face back and almost instantly recognize his face from somewhere I can’t place on television or a movie. The whole time I couldn’t think of where or what exactly he was on but that really didn’t matter. I treat whoever the customer is like everyone else (well… unless they are seriously rude). I collect the agency fee, perform my little safety checks, and decide to ask him what his budget looks like. He says an amount that is only slightly above the fee. “What a bummer”, I think. I quote what I normally start at and such and he says he really can’t go get more money than whatever he has in his pocket. We agree and he understands he doesn’t get more than minimal entertainment (aka, dances and a hand job for the finale).

We get started and I can tell he is only delaying with a back massage because he is trying to delay from getting too excited. Ah well I can’t turn down a shoulder rub! Things didn’t last much longer after then but that is pretty typical with me and my Astroglide. 🙂

So who was it? I don’t like disclosing that but I had to figure out who it was when I left the room. It all clicked when I looked at IMDB.com… he was in a Showtime series and he is definitely not gay if he calls female escorts in Las Vegas over.