The Las Vegas Courtesan

I took a little vacation (didn’t I just take one?) Well the first one was more of a vacation to see family and such but this one was for fun and time with friends. Had a blast though I missed the CES convention (150,000 people attend) and the AVN (porn) convention. The second one doesn’t increase much business on my end but I think it gets the computer geeks at the CES convention riled up and eager to call a girl to come over. I came home on the tail end of it and had an okay night when I got back though it was mostly due to a regular. Since then it has been dead, seriously dead, and tonight was okay at first then a bunch of bull crap calls. I hate it when it seems like the people who enjoy to play games come into town.. they seem to travel in bunches.

So here I am awake at 8 am since a girl who answers the phone at a service said the phones were ringing and may have something soon. I hope so because the last 12 hours have been lame. Pictures to come soon I promise!

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…

Well I know its been a while and I really hate that I got behind on my blog. I just got through reading some of my comments and glad to see I was missed! hehe. Everything has been better and I usually go out of town in December for a bit of a break to go see family and such. Plus December just *blows* (no pun intended!) I have often bailed out of Vegas for the past few years after the Rodeo leaves town because it dies down so bad that you end up spending more on gas or just food a day than you are making. I’d rather spend that boring time with family and friends!This year right after Rodeo started there was this odd phenomenon of a fight weekend. Usually big boxing matches bring the creme de la creme of whatever nationality the fighters are. If its a Latin fighter it’s like the Mexican invasion. If it’s two people like Mayweather and Holyfield, it gets pretty ghetto and crazy around town. The fight the first weekend of December was Mayweather versus Hatton who is an English boy who is some sort of home town hero. I wondered if any males from the UK were even left over there that weekend because it seemed like they all hopped on a plane and went to Vegas. I was running around like a mad man for 3 days. The time change for them made my schedule wacky! It would be dead and a doornail around 9pm-4am and then it was non stop calls until 4pm the next day.Girls always talk about their best and worst nationality of customers (I’ve even rated it on my old blog). My opinion of the English? Totally hit or miss as far as making money. South English (Londoners and other cities in the south) generally spend some good cash because heck.. the American dollar is poor! They get more for their money! Northern English (Birmingham, Manchester… which it seems Hatton was from up north) are generally cheap and can be pretty aggressive. So it was like a huge swing that weekend. It was either good money or nothing. Sorry but I don’t have an hour all inclusive session for $200. I think Mexico is about that much these days. hehAnyway I must hustle the next few days. New Years Eve in Vegas is nuts and can’t really work until 5am when the Strip reopens. I will try and not drink in the mean time… ha ha!

Yea whoopdee doo for Harrah’s Las Vegas. I don’t like going into the hotel after 9 or 10 because the security they have checking keys at the elevators pretend that the hotel is nicer than the Wynn and Bellagio put together… the place is a joke. None the less I like to keep away to avoid these low-life security guards and I would get in trouble if they decided to run my ID.

So I get a call around 8 or so to go to Harrah’s and I accept it. I go upstairs and hear someone fumbling as I knock on the door. The door flies open and I see this beaming face back and almost instantly recognize his face from somewhere I can’t place on television or a movie. The whole time I couldn’t think of where or what exactly he was on but that really didn’t matter. I treat whoever the customer is like everyone else (well… unless they are seriously rude). I collect the agency fee, perform my little safety checks, and decide to ask him what his budget looks like. He says an amount that is only slightly above the fee. “What a bummer”, I think. I quote what I normally start at and such and he says he really can’t go get more money than whatever he has in his pocket. We agree and he understands he doesn’t get more than minimal entertainment (aka, dances and a hand job for the finale).

We get started and I can tell he is only delaying with a back massage because he is trying to delay from getting too excited. Ah well I can’t turn down a shoulder rub! Things didn’t last much longer after then but that is pretty typical with me and my Astroglide. 🙂

So who was it? I don’t like disclosing that but I had to figure out who it was when I left the room. It all clicked when I looked at IMDB.com… he was in a Showtime series and he is definitely not gay if he calls female escorts in Las Vegas over.