The Las Vegas Courtesan

Yea, I need to vent for a second. It’s situations like what I heard last night and what happened to me at a bachelor party the night before that makes me want to smack some sense into these younger girls. I am in my mid twenties and quite a few of the newer girls at services I work at are 18-20 or maybe just turned 21. No matter what their age, they have been acting like they are 16. Things around Vegas have gotten a little bit tougher when making money because of the girls that come from out of town or don’t know how to make money end up screwing so many people over. Why should they care? They are only in town for the week or just want to test the waters at being a prostitute. They don’t realize the impact it has on tourists who come back next year for their convention or on down the road for a future vacation. What these girls don’t realize is how to get whatever money they can, do the act and move on. Just because you had to bargain down to some lower amount of money to make the deal doesn’t make you less of a person for doing so. After all, you are STILL making more money than lawyers and doctors do per hour so smile! You are still a whore, and no level of money changes that.

So the night before last I went on a service call with one of these younger girls (let’s call her Joann) who really wishes she wasn’t in the sex industry. Most of these girls used to or still work in strip clubs and just put on some “I’m better than you” attitude but somehow ended up in the sex industry from their pimp who wanted them to make more money. That is this girl’s story, also. So Joann and I go to the call at the Las Vegas Hilton at 4:30 in the morning and it turns out to be an 8-person bachelor party. No biggie though bachelor parties are one of my least favorite. They give us the company fee pretty easily and we start talking about our tips (we talk and collect 95% of our tips up front for parties so they know what kind of party they are getting and we aren’t constantly begging for money the whole time). They say we are too high and want to negotiate. The main guy who is dealing with the money goes to the other guys and collects as much as he can per person to pitch in. He comes back to us with about 1/3 of what we originally asked for which is STILL a good bit of money. After her sulking and looking pissed about the amount he wants to tip, she agrees to do the show for the bachelor. We go out to the room and I start dancing for the bachelor while she just STANDS there next to me, watching. The whole time looking like her best friend just died and won’t smile to even seem halfway interested. I ask for tips to play some of the bachelor games and she says nothing to help to get more cash to boost up what we got paid originally. After one game Joann sat down and looked at her phone and claimed she had another call to go to. GOOD please go and leave me here so I can try to work these guys and make some more money. After her horrible attitude and leaving the room, the customers didn’t want to spend any more money for sexual acts because they were of course… disappointed! I tried being chipper and got a couple extra 20’s for being polite and left the room a little ticked. I made sure the girls at the company knew about her attitude and hopefully won’t be sent anywhere with her again.

Last night the story I heard was another young girl (who has previously screwed up calls we have gone on together) who was at the Bellagio and took $2,500 from a customer, claimed she didn’t feel good, and somehow left the room without even taking her clothes off. I was dumbfounded. I also know that she doesn’t do “full service” a.k.a. have sex with customers. No girl has to do anything they don’t want to do, but I don’t understand why she wants to be in this industry and NOT have sex? What I concluded was that she promised this guy that she would have sex but then bailed. I know the company isn’t too happy with her at all right now… and of course that guy will never come back to Vegas and have a girl over again.

Anyway I am done venting. The National Association of Broadcasters (NAB) is in town and is the largest convention that comes here every year. Last year was kind of disappointing but hopefully this year will be different!

I am finally home free of my legal battles and so happy for it. I can breathe a huge sigh of relief now, and as my lawyer put it, “now you can start all over again!” It’s sad but true, since busts are so prevalent. The only thing that is left now is getting my records sealed so that I have no public record. After that is taken care of then I can truly be relieved.

So last night I went to a “back-up” call to the Flamingo for a service around 4am. Just to explain the terminology, a “back-up” call refers to a call for a service where one girl or girls picked up the fee but they couldn’t work anything out with the customer. Sometimes the girl acts rude, won’t negotiate her pricing, or he swears after the first girl leaves that he really has money and please send him someone else. Almost all phone girls want to send a back-up girl to try the customer a second time. Their pay solely depends on what the girls tip, so why not? It gives them another try on making a tip instead of it being a “base” call (where only a fee is collected and no one else makes money but the company). Anyways, the phone girl gives me the room number and informs me that it is a backup call and the first girls were rude but thinks I can make it work.

I know by the room numbers which of the hotel’s three elevators I need to take in order to bypass a long winding walk down the hallways upstairs. I walk from the garage past the lobby towards the casino floor. Out of the corner of my eye I see a black girl that looked like a working girl, wandering around the lobby. I walked on across the casino floor towards my elevator when this same girl caught up with me somehow saying, “Hey.. hey there.. excuse me.. oh those are nice shoes.” I slowed down and turned around and looked at her in the face. My stomach sunk as I immediately recognized her under a bad wig: it was the girl who was a part of vice during the bust I was in around Christmas time. When I turned to face her she started asking me, “Do you want to do doubles?” Doubles? What kind of question is that to ask a random girl anyway even if you know she is a prostitute? I said, “Doubles? Huh? What are you talking about?”

“Yea, do doubles together”, she replied.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about”, I said and tried to have an offended look on my face.

“Oh, are you working?” she asked.

“Working? What? I’m going to my room,” I replied or something along those lines.

She apologized a couple of times and I hurried towards the elevator and she walked off the other direction. Whew… I got up to the room safely. When I walked in I started freaking out in my mind. Not because of the two guys I had to deal with to make money, but the thought of having to actually get out of the hotel. I panicked and couldn’t concentrate on working anything out with the customers. I don’t think I could have worked anything out even if I wasn’t in my frightened state. I had bad pictures going through my head of vice officers waiting for me at the bottom of all of the elevators because they figured out who I was and I wasn’t supposed to be in any Harrah’s-owned casinos. I left the call and walked all the way down the winding hallways to the elevator closet to the garage and went down to the ground level. Coast was clear and I walked as fast as I could to my car. I think my heart was about to flop out.

Kind of a long story but glad it all ended well. I am looking forward to a busy weekend since it’s the Super Bowl this Sunday and everyone has to go to Vegas to bet on the game!