The Las Vegas Courtesan

A friend of mine recently found this article about how prostitution and the escort economy is going. I was pretty shocked that such a high profile business magazine would right an article about the escort business and how much of money goes into it and how many man actually participate (I think the figure is a little on the light side… it says 700,000 men when I believe they get that in the western half of the U.S. alone). It breaks down everything from the typical average joe wanting to blow a little cash to the middle of the road client who pays for dinner and the date afterwards, and finally to the high roller who jets his date around the world in his airplane while distracting the wife at home with a spa treatment. I found humor in it since they pinned it pretty good (and the pricing as well though I would say the average client spends more here in Las Vegas on an escort than say… Miami). I applaud them for actually including it into the economy.

Anyway… I had an up and down weekend along followed with a good Monday. Friday night was terrible. I had made some money on two calls and I went to the MGM Signature section and saw a British couple. I collected the fee and they seemed to agree and completely understand what was going on and that I worked off of tips. Unfortunately, after getting naked and dancing, they didn’t want to tip very much (the company’s fee was the same amount as what they wanted to spend which just isn’t fair) and wanted some crazy threesome. Sorry but I just couldn’t stay… so I try to get them a cheaper girl and they freak. They don’t want me they don’t want anyone they just want the fee back. Its non refundable just as I told them before collecting it and I get on the phone with the girl at the agency who booked the call and as I put my phone down the guy grabs it and says, “Let me talk to her!” I said please give me back my phone that is my property. He refuses and hangs up on the phone girl. He says give me the money back or you don’t get your phone. I try calling from the room phone they wont let me. Every time I pick up the room phone to try and call my boss (and my friend) and he hangs it up from the other phone in the room. I am stuck and this goes on for like half an hour until he picks up the phone, calls security and says that someone has broken into his room and needs help. I freak out… I would have called security first but I am officially trespassing by being on an MGM property so when they see my ID I am screwed (and perhaps be arrested). I would have left my phone (if it was backed up recently and I have insurance so it would have cost me $50) and chunked the one he had in the tub and walked out. I was just stuck and macing 2 people ganging up on me is next to impossible without knowing some sort of fighting skills. Sigh…

Saturday I spent at the Chicken Ranch for the Sin City Chamber of Commerce’s annual Chili Cookoff and Golf Tournament. Quite a lot of fun and I was running on no sleep after that horrible event the night before (what I SHOULD have done kept racing through my head over and over). Had quite a bit of fun and beers and was surprised to meet Amanda from texasgoldengirl.com and a representative from Desiree Alliance. I wish I had been a bit more talkative and gotten a chance to get some interviews from the working girls at the Ranch but alas, I kind of was shy and didn’t get take the opportunity. All I know is I have a better understanding of what girls charge and how I don’t sound so ridiculous now charging what I do in Las Vegas. It’s just too far of a drive for a brothel, in my opinion.

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