The Las Vegas Courtesan

I am talking about the real deal race cars that will cruise through the streets of downtown Las Vegas and I am sure will create one heck of a traffic disaster for everyone trying to get to court this week (thankfully not me!) Then again, I probably should pay close attention to those road closures since I am sure I will be going downtown for calls at the hotels. Rumor from an office manager at a company I work for said it would be around 100,000 people flocking to Vegas for the race. Hopefully will be a better crowd than the NASCAR fans that come into town for the Daimler-Chrysler 400 race during early March.

The past few days have been super slow and very strangely unpredictable. I did okay for a Sunday night, but last night I had two calls that ended up not panning out to be anything, nor did I have the opportunity to make any cash. My one hope last night ended up going downstairs with his credit card only to not be able to pull anything out due to unknown issues. Tonight hasn’t been going anywhere at all as far as making money. I had called-on early in the afternoon (calling on meaning I call all the services I work for to say that I am ready and available to take jobs) due to last night’s failure and ended up going on a early but small bachelor party call to the Imperial Palace. The other girl showed up just as I was collecting the company fee and we started talking about pricing for a typical bachelor party. The guys said that it was out of their range and then informed us that they wanted to spend $20 each (which would be about $60 total) on us to do a party. The other girl and I exchanged some blank looks since we just explained how a good party works along with typical tipping. Luckily we got to stick around and made a couple hundred each in the end to give a good party to the bachelor. The friends departed the room to supposedly get more funds for us to stay longer and left us alone with the stiff-dicked bachelor. At that time we hadn’t been paid enough each to do sexual acts with him, so we continued to dance. The bachelor gave up his last bit of money and the other girl started rubbing on his dick through his goofy Scooby-doo boxers as I was turned around wiggling my butt while rubbing his leg. I felt his legs quiver and asked, “Did you just…. Cum ?” and looked at the other girl. He shook his head “yes” and smiled sheepishly. I didn’t want to make the guy feel bad, but me and the second girl couldn’t help but giggle quietly when we ran to the bathroom to change and wash our hands. The group of guys finally reentered and said that they only got a wad of ones from downstairs after being gone for so long. By looking at the bachelor’s facial expression, they decided he had enough fun and we could leave. I don’t care if they just had some one-dollar bills… it’s still money, right? Could definitely have gone to use for when I have to tip the phone girl out.

I am thinking happy thoughts for the weekend. Can’t be any worse than it is right now

So I am back! Took a little leave of absence.. some of it against my will and some time to travel back to my home state to see family and friends for the holidays. Came back to Las Vegas in time to ring in the New Year and now back to working in 2007. I ended up not working the night of New Years Eve, but if you have been to Vegas for New Years you know its impossible to get anywhere in a reasonable amount of time. In fact, if you get anywhere it will probably be on foot. That is definitely not my favorite mode of transportation.

My unfortunate “vacation” against my will before the holidays was spent in the fine facility of the Clark County Detention center. I won’t go into too specific details (maybe after the case is over) but it was another one of the Vice squads immature ways to lure people to arrest them for the most trite reasons. It just makes me furious how in “Sin City” how prostitution is illegal but only an hour drive away in Nye County it is perfectly legal. I mean the city’s motto is “What happens here stays here” but yet there is a movement to take the sin out of Sin City. For example the new no smoking ban (ok I like that law), the ridiculously strict rules of lap dances, and some other issues that have been in legislature lately in the Las Vegas area. I understand arrests from officers when prostitutes are affecting the look of the city. For example, trashy looking girls walking up and down West Tropicana, hassling people on the Strip, or making a scene by picking up guys at hotel bars. What I don’t understand is when they arrest people like me. I advertise online or go through an agency, I show up to a hotel only to go directly upstairs, and then provide whatever services privately in the room. I don’t loiter and I usually leave immediately. I don’t dress flashy and don’t attract attention by what I wear.

So what are they even trying to accomplish? Cleaning up the Internet? Hardly. Trying to save me from a life they disapprove of? I am sure they feel like they are “saving” me. I know that they think that I am a horribly disgusting, un-clean girl when I am in fact the polar opposite. When I was going to be released out of jail, the first time I was arrested, an officer said to me and the 12 other girls who had been arrested at the same time, “I don’t understand why they bother with you girls by arresting so many of you. It messes us up down at the jail since they bring so many in at once… and frankly, all you are doing is making the tourists happy and giving them what they want”.

Too bad there aren’t more of those kinds of people in politics. I know our mayor wanted a few years ago some sort of red light district downtown but I know Oscar Goodman would have hell trying to get that passed. I would actually like to be more of an activist on the subject of prostitution in politics. I would love suggestions on where to find such web sites.

Last but not least happy New Year everyone!