The Las Vegas Courtesan

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!

This morning I got one that will go down in the record books of odd.  At 9am I get a call from a blocked i.d.  I know a lot of girls who don’t answer these calls because a lot of people are pranksters. Though, through all of the prank calls I have had, I have actually made money off of calls that originally were blocked. So this older sounding man calls and wonders if I am available for an appointment this morning to come to his house in local upper scale neighborhood and starts asking what my donations are. I told him my normal routine speech about my minimum tip but would love to meet him first and talk face to face. He mentions that he has a certain fetish and would like to make sure that I can accommodate his request before we meet.

I say, ” Sure, what is your request?”

He says he has a certain foot fetish and would like for me to come in, take my shoes off, and play with him with my feet while we talk. Then lay him down, spread my toes on his face, and wiggle them around. He even went into such detail about what size shoe do I wear and how he likes that I have a bigger sized foot, and also asked if I wear a narrow shoe or wide. I said I am not sure but probably narrow. He seems like he is asking questions like he is reading off a list of requirements for his foot fantasy. I am holding back laughter as I imagine him with some checklist sitting in front of him while he calls girls. He even gets down to the detail of what time he would like for me to come over and what he would like for me to wear so I don’t look too conspicuous to his neighbors. Also if it was okay if someone from his business had to stop by.  I said it’s not a problem and would be there.

I stopped him before he asked another question and said that I have no way of contacting him since he called me from a blocked ID. He said that would not be a problem and would call me right back so I would have his number. Before he hung up just had to ask me one more question about a request pertaining to his fetish. He asked, “do you workout?”. I replied “I do sometimes.. why do you ask?”.  He said that his favorite thing is when feet are sweaty like after you workout… alright, what ever you say.  So he promises he will call right back so I have his number because this call went so well and he would like to meet me.

Does he call back? Of course not. He made me think it for a minute he would follow through but after a few seconds I laughed. What a way to wake up to: a weirdo prank caller making an unusual request. I like starting my day off with a joker!

It always kind of makes me snicker when I get a call off of my own personal ad around 8-9 am and the person has been to sleep the night before and didn’t pull an all nighter. Just like the man woke up, searched on the internet and the first thing he thought when he woke up was, “Hmm I feel like getting a prostitute to come by”. I guess my own personal sexual experience doesn’t make me particularly horny in the morning. I guess for some people their hormones rage when they first wake up. The other morning I got one of these calls around 9 am off of a new website that I have been advertising on. I was surprised that I got a call off of there since it’s a site that normally caters to people in the San Francisco area but lately has added a link to Las Vegas. Come to find out he was from the Bay Area and made an appointment before noon. Lately Alone Alive talked about who her favorite clients were and I remembered she said something about how her least favorite were Indians. I have definitely not had the crazy requests that she has had but I agree quite a few of them can be difficult or just are really cheap. The one exception I have observed so far is Indians who practice Sikhism (they usually wear a turban). These customers are rare but every experience has been a pleasant one and have been some of the nicest experiences (even if the amount I made wasn’t what I am used to), which included this one. I asked for a review on the website but have yet to find one posted. Then again reviews in Vegas haven’t been that necessary to do well in business out here so I am not one to get on message boards much or really push for reviews.

Really not much to get into lately on here since it is so dead around town this weekend. Hard to get motivated to write a blog when there isn’t much to write about. Convention season is gearing up though, so I am anxious for that!

I already talked about my latest case and it being resolved but the first case I am still dealing with but worked something out with the courts. One of the things a lot of first time offenders in Las Vegas have to do is take a class that is an AIDS/STD awareness course. I am sure a lot of states offer this but it sure is a pointless thing to do.

I feel like I am taking a class that was designed for students to take when they are in junior high and have low self esteem or need some sort of motivational speaker to talk to them. Yes, they talk about STD’s and all but the rest of it is talking about principals that are just elementary and insulting to your intelligence pertaining to why you are a prostitute. The more I get into it, the more it makes steam come out of my ears. I personally think that every girl in the sex industry should take a class that clearly defines safe sex practices and identifying diseases. Heck I think every person period should take a class learning that. There is stuff they don’t teach you in high school that everyone should know like never ever use any petroleum-based product with a condom (lotions, Vaseline, etc). A lot of people don’t know that and it’s a very important thing.

This “course” is basically saying your parents didn’t teach you guidance through cooperation and just basically told you “do this don’t do that”. The other thing that got me peeved is how this is all about power and control and that I am forcing bad behaviors on others like they are a victim. I don’t recall taking the sex offenders course. I think that mentality is really backwards. The other thing is that I must believe that I am fearful of anyone else having control and must have all of the power to myself. I just don’t get what this class is about. It’s like a whole bunch of different principals rolled into one that don’t really pertain to the fact that I was arrested for solicitation. Oh and did I mention how much the class is? $150. It could have been worse though because the alcohol and drug addiction class is $305 .. I think the anger management one costs the same. The cost of those two classes alone deterred me from ever getting mad or drinking and driving. I think they should lower the cost of the anger management class because that price would make anyone throw their computer out of the window in a fit of rage. Anyway I am done venting… back to my studies.