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.

“Do you have a lot of violent calls?”

Actually no. I very very rarely have a call where someone gets physical or gets seriously pissed that security has to get involved. I am not one to screw people over or lie about some fee that an agency has me collect before I negotiate my own pricing. Why risk my own safety for money that I am not even receiving? I am very forward and blunt when it comes to stating, “this is an agency fee and is non refundable”. What is more plain and forward than that? Humans only like to listen when they want to listen, and don’t want to believe that indeed the fee gets no sexual acts what so ever.

Well until this week did I have a record of two calls in a row that had me in a bad situation (the second one was not a big deal like the first, but it was stressful dealing with two big drunken New Yorkers who were pissed for no reason). The first guys were not very fluent in English and very fluent in border-town-Mexico Spanish. One guy spoke English quite well though and translated well from what I understood in my knowledge of Spanish. Fee was collected all three of the girls (myself included) did a strip show. Once we realized they didn’t want to tip AND wanted sex, we had to leave. One girl somehow darted out leaving us 2 behind (very improper etiquette for girls) and left us in the room with angry Mexicans demanding their money back. One guy was pushing me and pulling the other girls hair while saying he “respects us”. Right. I get a hold of my driver (who thankfully was there even though it was an off night of the week) and he waits downstairs by the elevators to escort me out. By this time the guy is holding us hostage in the room demanding the money back even though we inform him the girl who left has it. My driver hears the situation while still on the phone and tells security we need an escort out of the room that we are being held up in. Luckily they finally come up and handled the situation nicely by telling the guys that they are committing a felony of kidnapping and are lucky that we are not pressing charges. The whole time the guy is saying in a heavy accent, “I’m from my coantrey and I respect”. They inform them again how escort services here work and they pay a fee to get girls to the room and you have to tip. In the end the head of security of the hotel gives me his card and says, “if you ever have another problem just give me a call.” Wow I am shocked.

The fear of working here in hotels/casinos and getting in a situation like that is how security will help you out of a room but then turn right around and trespass you from the property or as we say, “86-ed”, even if the guy gets his money back. After then you are permanently barred from the casino and can be arrested if you violate that order. Its ridiculous but its how it goes here… so this reaction by a security person was quite out of the norm.

I will write about my next most popular repetitive question in the next installment which is probably what people will want to ask me after reading this entry, “Why do you work for agencies?”

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.