The Las Vegas Courtesan

So last night I originally started this blog at 3am sitting at an agency bored out of my mind, deafened by the silence of the phones, and scribbling words down on my little note pad (not too comfortable taking my new laptop out of its cocoon of my house yet) then realizing that things have really slowed down in Vegas compared to last July. My phone rang right when I was thinking that and had to run off to Treasure Island where I made a decent amount of money. Though I don’t believe in luck… I sure did feel lucky to have that one call.

Anyway, last night aside, it’s been a slow few weeks… painfully slow at times. Even the 4th of July holiday was dreadfully bad. I think I spent more on gas than I made in tips. Recently I saw an article in the newspaper about how gambling profits are down 15% in Las Vegas and MGM Mirage lost something like 30% in their first quarter. First time anything has slumped at all in about a decade. The whole fuel situation with the airlines is causing major issues too since they have cut flights coming into Las Vegas plus the California drivers have been less plentiful this summer unlike previous years. It doesn’t help that people don’t promote bargains here anymore like before, its now all about bigger and better and charging at least $1000 for it.

Last night I went to fill my car up and noticed a girl hanging around the front of the convenience store and could instantly tell what she was up to and was waiting for her “ride”. Another car pulled up when she got into immediately but I guess he was broke and only ended up giving him her number. She hopped out and quickly jumped into another car, which left the station. Guess that guy worked out. All while pumping my gas I thought to myself, “wow, I wonder if the 7-11 lots will become the new ‘track’” Not too long before this trip to the gas station I had been at the Imperial Palace for a call and noticed a high number of prostitutes walking the Strip. Usually girls keep from looking so obvious and stay away from the street due to the officers who stand by watching and pluck girls off the street to put them in their paddy wagons hiding around the corner.

I guess when times get hard you have to resort to things you wouldn’t normally do and suffer the consequences if caught. Thankfully I haven’t resorted to these measures and hopefully wont, though after making $0 two nights in a row, it seems tempting! Nah..

I posted a blog around June of last year on my wordpress blog about a girl that showed up on a call who seemed to have her family waiting for her at the end of the hall when we left. The day after getting back from Christmas vacation I had quite the experience that involved a family.
The call was at Treasure Island in the late afternoon. I knock, a younger guy opens the door, and as I walk in a see a very large older man sitting on the bed. He starts talking to me informing me that the entertainment is for his son and he has never done “it” before. What a considerate Dad! After verifying that he wasn’t a minor and collected the agency fee we started talking about tips. They are a well to do family from Mexico and had no problem with paying my average tip but had to get the cash from his wife. Ooookay… the kid goes and returns within 5 minutes with cash which is oddly quick. Before the Dad left he just says “do whatever you do for that amount” (which I like hearing more than some forceful order of what I have to do). I entertain the kid and I get dressed to go. The kid gets dressed and walks out with me to the elevators.
Here’s the weird part: Sitting on a bench in the elevator area is the Father and two women. One who looks like could be his wife and the other who looks old enough to be the kids grandmother! Both of them had the most lifeless emotion on their face and I just stood there waiting for an elevator to arrive… which seemed like forever. I couldn’t think of anything but “hi there… I just blew your son and/or grandson! Have a nice day!” Wow is all I have to say. If it was just the Dad and son I wouldn’t have been surprised…

Yes it is ,of course, bad to group people together based on their nationality, but I have to vent for a minute about my least favorite clientele: Russians. I have read other girls’ blogs or heard from working girls here who dislike Indians (from India… though I rarely have issues with them except for the fact that they are cheap a lot of times), French, Italian, Asian (I like the Asian guys! as I have mentioned before).. the list can go on and on.

Why do they win the award for least favorite? First of all, 99% of the time they are cheap and I mean cheap. I have worked in Las Vegas for 4 years and until this morning I had never been tipped more than my bare minimum tip, if I even get that far. About 75% they want sex for one hour for about $100 and that I should be thankful for that money. Secondly, they are violent. Some of my most violent calls have been Russians. Once a guy grabbed my purse and dragged me into the hall of Treasure Island, snached my mace quick as lightning before I could use it, ran down the hall dumping out my purse grabbing the agency fee back but thankfully dropping the extra $100 that was already in my purse. I was barricaded in one room after entertaining the guy when I explicitly said the tip he gave me was “no sex”. He was upset for misunderstanding and wouldn’t let me leave. Thankfully I had a driver that night who was twice as tall as the client and I walked out safely. Several other instances I have had to run out because they were yelling or threatening me. The experiences go on…

So at 7am this morning I get a call to the Bellagio and he is a Russian. I collect the fee with no problem and the guy actually agrees to a good tip. I even explain with hand and mouth motions of what he is getting and this does not include sex and he agrees. He originally said “I want no sex”. Splendid! We are all on the same page and I can’t believe it. I start and work my way to giving oral. After 15 min. he flips me over and pins me down and starts moving his dick towards me saying, “Oh just a little”. Just a little what? Sex? Theres no such thing as a little sex! I start yelling “no!” and trying to get away. He says, “oh come on” and inches towards my pelvis. I panicked and yelled no some more and hit his shoulders to make him snap out of it. He backs off a little and I managed to dodge under his arm towards my clothes and purse, snatch them up and run to the bathroom where I lock myself inside. I shakily throw my clothes on and get out of the door. Luckily he wasn’t waiting outside of the bathroom for me. I don’t know what I would have done if he was.

Anyway, I had to vent. I am sure there are good Russian clients out there, but so far I don’t believe they exist. This morning was scary and I hope it doesn’t happen again. There has only been one other time a customer tried to pin me and try to force me like that but that was almost 4 yrs ago when I was new to all of this and probably should have left the room. Whew