The Las Vegas Courtesan

Well I have been missing in action for a little while and I apologize that I haven’t been able to keep up since I have been sick and taking a little break. Never fear though, I have returned!

In my last post I had said I was going to report back about the aftermath of the NBA all star weekend. I didn’t forget and will keep to my promise to make a little summary. 362 people were arrested that weekend and I remember reading in the paper that over 100 of them were prostitutes alone. I couldn’t imagine being arrested at that time so I was super careful about where I went and how I looked and making sure all of the customers checked out ok. There were a few shootings and thousands of people decided to skip their flights on Sunday so that Monday morning there was a line that went from Southwest Airlines (which is at the end of the drop off area) all the way past the other airline drop off points and down some more. I wish I could have seen a picture of that. I think the only main problem was with Southwest airlines and most people flew here on their planes. That original article in the paper said that the last of the stranded travelers went back home Tuesday evening.

Fights were breaking out every where. Even with as many police on the street I am sure there would have been twice as many arrests if they could have kept up with everyone. It could have been a lot worse but I think they would have been able to handle it.

In other news, I am back to working and my new testing of clients has put me more at ease. I have been sticking with telling the client that the agency fee gets me there and the both of us naked. Once I accomplish that step then I tell them to touch me just to be extra sure. I haven’t had too many problems with guys getting naked except for a few shy ones and one guy who thought I was the cop. I kind of snicker at people who think that I am vice but I just ask them the question: why would they set up a sting to bust tourists that pump money into the local economy? Vice thinks that I am the one taking away from the city, not the tourists. The only sting I have heard of where they picked up clients was last June during a bust called “Operation Pimp” where they picked up 180 girls in two days and some clients who were picking up the streetwalkers on Tropicana or Fremont. One of the clients included a part time judge who also teaches at the community college. Other than that, I haven’t heard of busts on the clients.

Anyway… Glad to be back and will definitely keep up with posting.

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!