The Las Vegas Courtesan

I had an up and down night last night. A bunch of calls where phone girls were sending me on bull and taking advantage of my patience and calmer attitude . I sometime have a hard time telling them no or asking a bunch of questions about the legitimacy of the call (no one likes to work with a bitch for an escort) and a few girls were totally using that to send me to downtown then to the other end of the strip and they all be a waste of an hour or so.

I called off for that service and got a call from another one to the Motel 6 across from the MGM Grand. Hooray. That place can be creepy but a lot of people go there to escape whoever is staying with them in their regular hotel room. This client was escaping his sister and brother in law at the MGM Signature. I go in and he is steadily drinking a bottle of champagne with his shaky hand and plastic some-assembly-required champagne glass. I collect the fee and start talking about tips. He is pretty limited to his funds and the nearest ATM is a block away so we just decide to just work with what he has and that he fully knew what he was getting for his money. Half way through he acted like he never knew he wasn’t getting sex and was disappointed. I hate it when clients do that half way through a session only to ruin the vibe and their erection by acting dumb about what we solidly agreed to before hand. We leave on good terms and he begs me for a hug as I am walking out.

Anyway, I go to the service office and turn in my fee and watch TV for a bit. Almost a whole hour after I left the room he client calls the office to tell them that I have no soul. I hear her reply, “Well you were the one who called us, sir. What does that make you? She only came over at your request.” He apparently repeated back, “Well she has no soul” and the girl on the phone back said, “Oh really? Then what does that make you?” and hung up. I don’t know how he got from begging me for a hug as I left to me not having a soul. He wanted a girlfriend I suppose and nothing makes some people happy. Sad

So the last entry where I posted an item of what you shouldn’t do with an escort I jokingly said #34. I guess this time I will actually count them in order!

Reason #2: Don’t have your kid in the same room when calling an escort.

Yes, as shocking as it may be, there are idiotic parents who have actually called for a hooker while their child sleeps in the next bed. This has happened to me at least three times in 4-5 years. In fact I think I have had LESS father/older virgin son duos than people who have young children in the room.

One time was a few years ago when a couple called at Excalibur. I went and when I walked in I noticed there was some sort of fort of pillows between the bed they sat on and the next one over. I realized that a little boy and girl between 3-7 yrs old were sleeping in their pajamas behind that fort. I gasped and said, “are those your children?” and they replied “yes” and started muttering some excuse of how they won’t wake. I said there is no way I am endangering myself or them by staying here. I felt like going off on the couple and giving them a piece of my mind to even THINK of doing such a thing but I shut my mouth and left.

There was one other time in between that call and the latest one but it doesn’t exactly come to mind. The latest call was a man who was staying way out on the north side in a La Quinta. When its a good 25 minute one way drive to a hotel from the Strip girls always like for it to be worth the drive and not a waste. I arrived only knowing the previous girl didn’t match the description he gave. The man answered the door and immediately shooshed me and asked if we can talk in the hall. I never talk in hallways just because … well it’s not private. So we stepped back inside where he informs me to keep it down since his 5 yr old daughter is sleeping on the couch in the pitch black room. Yet again I am just as shocked as I was in the previous incident … I said I absolutely will not stay. I would be thrown *under* a jail somewhere if a law enforcement official caught wind of what was going on. What ticked me off even more was the guy lied and said to the previous girl that the daughter was in the next room (like an adjoining suite) but in fact.. she was just on the couch in the same room.

I am sure plenty of other people will be shocked just as I was… parents are sometimes astonishing.

Well I know its been a while and I really hate that I got behind on my blog. I just got through reading some of my comments and glad to see I was missed! hehe. Everything has been better and I usually go out of town in December for a bit of a break to go see family and such. Plus December just *blows* (no pun intended!) I have often bailed out of Vegas for the past few years after the Rodeo leaves town because it dies down so bad that you end up spending more on gas or just food a day than you are making. I’d rather spend that boring time with family and friends!This year right after Rodeo started there was this odd phenomenon of a fight weekend. Usually big boxing matches bring the creme de la creme of whatever nationality the fighters are. If its a Latin fighter it’s like the Mexican invasion. If it’s two people like Mayweather and Holyfield, it gets pretty ghetto and crazy around town. The fight the first weekend of December was Mayweather versus Hatton who is an English boy who is some sort of home town hero. I wondered if any males from the UK were even left over there that weekend because it seemed like they all hopped on a plane and went to Vegas. I was running around like a mad man for 3 days. The time change for them made my schedule wacky! It would be dead and a doornail around 9pm-4am and then it was non stop calls until 4pm the next day.Girls always talk about their best and worst nationality of customers (I’ve even rated it on my old blog). My opinion of the English? Totally hit or miss as far as making money. South English (Londoners and other cities in the south) generally spend some good cash because heck.. the American dollar is poor! They get more for their money! Northern English (Birmingham, Manchester… which it seems Hatton was from up north) are generally cheap and can be pretty aggressive. So it was like a huge swing that weekend. It was either good money or nothing. Sorry but I don’t have an hour all inclusive session for $200. I think Mexico is about that much these days. hehAnyway I must hustle the next few days. New Years Eve in Vegas is nuts and can’t really work until 5am when the Strip reopens. I will try and not drink in the mean time… ha ha!

So if you previously read in my wordpress blog I was arrested twice last fall for solicitation of prostitution. Both cases were dismissed thankfully but it’s always a concern to be on the lookout for trouble I can avoid. The second time I was arrested was during the slow slow part of the year in Vegas between Thanksgiving and Christmas (minus the huge National Finals Rodeo that comes into town the first week of December). This town gets super slow and girls get desperate for cash and start “freelancing” (strolling through casinos or bars trying to pick up a customer) more frequently and stand out a little more than usual in the mostly empty casinos.

Now I don’t know if the girls are just that obvious that they get picked up and arrested more or if the vice squad gets that BORED during this time that they just arrest girls by the truckload. I haven’t heard of girls in jail in a few months and now I am hearing from several girls that have been taken in the past week. One girl’s abil bondsman informed her about 300 girls have been taken in the past week or so. Jesus Christ. That makes me nervous and I better start knocking on wood that I don’t fall into their trap. That’s the last thing I need right now.

Sorry for the sparse posting since before the holiday. After a death in the family followed by Thanksgiving I haven’t been to motivated to write though maybe it would have helped some to get out some of my emotions. Thanksgiving was awesome and I am still trying to recover from that over-eating festivity! Pictures to come… I just need to get back into the swing of things.