The Las Vegas Courtesan

Yesterday I sat down to write a blog and I drew a blank: its been slow and boring lately so what could I write? Seems like every time I come to a lull in finding interesting stories to post, something crazy ends up happening that same night.

So last night I had a guy who has stood me up once or twice during his previous trips to Vegas call me (only twice before have I been able to actually finish an appointment… but this has been over two years). This trip was not much different and called me up drunk to say he was late by an hour getting back to his room. “Sorry”, I said, “I can’t drop everything after I have already been ignored twice and now you expect me to come see you whenever you feel like it”. He apologized and didn’t call back until the next day and finally met up with him. Seems like this happens with regulars (the few I have); they get comfortable and slack on escort etiquette.

Later on last night I get a call to Terrible’s Casino (if you’ve ever been to Las Vegas and ventured off the Strip you would notice the peculiarly named gas stations that are owned and named after a local family who’s been in Vegas for a number of years) and I was informed it was a big spender guy from the Palms. I had just heard of this client the night before from a girl who told he spent in the range of five figures on a few girls at this agency. What I didn’t know was that he kept asking for girls for 2 days straight. Wow.

I arrived at Terrible’s and met up with a girl named Star while the previous two girls got dressed and left the room. We started talking to him and saw he was fading fast and would pass out tired if we didn’t capture his attention. He had no cash on him and after an hour of trying to figure out what to do we went down to the cash cage to get money from his credit card. Of course they were over their daily limits and the cash cage was unable to do cash advances like other major resorts can (you can get whatever is in your account no matter your daily maximum for a little extra fee). So what was his next big half drunk idea? Go all the way back to the Palms to get his checkbook to cash a check. By this time another 30 minutes had passed so we said heck with it… we’ve been here for so long already it’s worth a shot.

The client gets in Star’s SUV and drives to his bungalow at the Palms. My fear of the situation came true: he would get to his little bungalow by the pool only to give up and not want to cash a check for us to be paid for our time spent and possible entertainment. By this time Star is giving up and another girl I know quite well decided to come by since he still wanted two girls. I took the biggest risk I ever have since I started being in this business: I accepted two personal checks made out adding up to five figures. Wow. I thought either this will work and I will be doing back flips or I have wasted some time with a crazy drunk guy but still wont be disappointed since I knew it was such a gamble. It was verified that the account was valid and funds were there by a phone girl from the service but I don’t trust much of what they say. I took the checks and helped get the guy off fairly quickly by me starting with a hand job and her finishing with a blowjob. This time he didn’t want sex like he did from the other girls and I am glad… if the checks were invalid then it would have been freebee sex instead of something minor like a hand job or blowjob. The other girl also got a check but for half the amount I did yet she was only there for less than an hour. Crazy money.

All in all I was with the guy for a total of 3 hours and the checks cleared today. Simple verification at his bank, 2 forms of ID and me dressing up looking professional and not like a hooker made the check cashing go smoothly. The second girl tried the same method by going to another bank branch, but I am sure her tattoos and oddly placed diamond on her incisor tooth probably sent the wrong signal and had to deposit into her personal account. There was no way that I was doing that since I like to keep the tax man at bay… just glad it worked out though now it seems ridiculous that he got such little entertainment.

So this weekend will go down as the most amount of money I have ever made at one time. I was starting to fret the vacation I had planned next might have to be cancelled since it’s been so crazy slow in town. What will become of the rest of the money? Definitely will be going into my savings….

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