The Las Vegas Courtesan

Quick, funny little story:

On Friday I was pretty busy running around town and had a few calls from services that hadn’t gone through in a row so I was getting a little frustrated. I showed up at Treasure Island for yet another call and the phone girl for the service contacted the customer and informed him that he needed to go downstairs to meet up with me so I can get by security who checks for room keys at the elevators. He agrees and I get a description of what he will be wearing and I venture in…

I walk up to the only person wearing the outfit described, but the guy’s head is laying on the slot machine like he’s passed out. Great, how awkward looking is this? I say the guys name and he looks up at me with seriously blood shot eyes and I notice he’s on the phone, “I can’t do this!” he exclaimed. To act less obvious I said “Can’t do what?” and he replies, “I’m on the phone with my girlfriend and she doesn’t want me hanging out with other girls.” I almost laughed out loud but held it back and said it’s all right. He said, “I’ll give you money! Here!” I panicked since security was right there and I said “Huh? What are you talking about? Lets take a walk.”

We walk away from the slot machines back towards the parking garage and says, while still on the phone, “I can’t do it… I am fucked up over this girl. Here’s $50” and hands me a wadded up five. I showed him and pointed out that it was a five but don’t worry about it, this looked really bad. So he pulls out more wadded up bills and since I have keen eyes for spotting denominations from a mile away I see the one on top is a $100. He says, “Here is a little more” and I take the $100, thanked him and he said “Sorry it’s not $50”. I thanked him and giggled the whole way back to the garage.

I forgot about this incident that happened a few weeks ago that blew my mind. I must tell!

I went to Bally’s for an early morning call for one of the services I work for. I got in the room where there were three Canadian guys in their mid 20’s and collected the discounted agency fee from them pretty quickly. I soon figured out that they did not have the cash for their request for full service. I said sorry and tried to work something out but they didn’t want to change the request for full service. At that time one guy’s phone rings and I hear a voice on the other end that sounds familiar: a phone girl that I know and like from another service I work for. The guy says sorry but I have a girl already and paid her agency fee please do not send the other girl. Two minutes later a girl knocks on the door from the other service that was just on the phone. I was leaving and told her the situation and she was obviously brand new. Her and I start walking down the hallway towards the elevators.

Here’s where it gets strange:

At the end of the hall is a couch with people on it that she starts talking to saying she has to go back to the service. On this couch is an older woman who I thought was either be an aunt or her mother, one girl who is about 15 years old, one who looks about 16 and is dressed a little slutty, a boy about 15, and a girl who I assume is at least 18 because she was talking about ‘back when she worked at the Men’s Club’. All of them talked like they were family and totally knew what the girl was going into the room for. I was so puzzled and confused I was speechless. What the hell??

In the end I told the phone girl who had sent the other girl what happened. I would hate to see the owner end up on the front page like the cheerleading coach for something he didn’t know about. It still all boggles my mind… but there is no doubt in my mind that they were related. One heck of a family!