The Las Vegas Courtesan

So one of my readers reminded me recently, “Hey you never finished that series about your previous arrests!”. Ah thanks for reminding me, and now that I am back from yet another trip, I will continue the saga. First of all I want to rant about this regular couple who I have discussed about standing me up before in this entry. Maybe I should have learned my lesson from that instance, but they had since proven themselves to keep an appointment and made up for it monetarily. So I was not supposed to fly back from my trip until today but I received a call from said clients who wanted to meet up last night. I change my flight to the tune of almost $200 and guess what they do? Stand me up again. I am still sour about it so I called on with my agencies and the night ended up being a complete dud. As you can see, I am still bitter about it and they have not called me back. I told them I had changed my flight for them, but apparently that went unnoticed. That is the first time I have changed my flight to come back to work early, and it actually flopped. Anyway, on with my story!

So my second run in with the law after this entry occurred two months later in December of that year. At the time craigslist wasn’t a terrible place and they had just started doing busts on there and figuring out it was a mecca of prostitutes for the taking. December is super slow after the rodeo and I decided to try to make up for the slack by posting a few ads a few days in a row and just be really careful. I posted one ad and I swear, it was 15 minutes later a woman called me in reference to the advertisement. I already felt somewhat relieved since it was a woman calling for her husband and herself, and the only thing that made me feel peculiar about the call was how she asked if my fee was for “full service”. I graciously replied, “I’m sorry but that term is eluding to prostitution and that is illegal in Clark County.” She apologized and didn’t mean to offend me but would still like for me to come over and meet them. Okay, sounds good to me! I got their information about staying at Caesar’s, it verified, and I headed over there. I knock at the door and a nicely dressed and polite African-American woman answers the door. She looks like someone who would be a secretary at your junior high with her glasses and simple outfit, and her husband is dressed nice as well and could have played football in high school but now is the business type. I sit down and talk with them how they are from Oakland and I take a look around the room at some of the sex toys on the side tables (of course now seem very staged) and immediately tell them just for coming over I do a strip. I get down to my thong and invite them to touch me immediately. The woman hops up, giggles and fondles my breasts while the man just gently touched with the back of his hand. Doesn’t seem too odd, especially since she was so eager to grab me.

So I sit down and she starts saying how she doesn’t really want anything to do with it and how I don’t have to go down on her. I said, that’s all right because I don’t perform oral on women, I only dance and touch. She says, “okay well I want you to just focus on him and play with him and maybe some oral sex on him”. I immediately tell her I don’t like talking about things like that. So she instead asks me what do I normally get tipped for couples and I told her. Just then the phone rings and she runs to the restroom to answer it. That I thought was odd but it didn’t really alarm me since both of them seemed to pass my little groping test. She comes back in and apologizes and says, “Well lets just get started, $XXX for some dances and maybe a little blowjob for him”. I forget how exactly I answered but it was along the lines of, “okay lets just get started” and not specifically saying yes to the oral sex. The man pulls out a wad of bills and starts counting…

I hear the door open and turn around to see Vice coming in and saying I’m under arrest for soliciting and to put my clothes back on. They hurry me off to the other room because yet another girl I think was on her way up. I think why the phone rang was the cops telling her, “You need to wrap this up and get her to agree”. So as soon as I am dressed in the other room the head officer (who was at the previous bust) informs me that I am being charged with TWO counts since there were two undercover officers in the other room. Even though I had turned the woman down for any prostitution, I was still being charged with soliciting her. Bunch of bull, of course! I went to jail and was released about 24 hours later on bail and would have been released under my own recognizance, but they were so slow that day.

So what happened with this case, and how did it almost screw up the previous one? In the other case they had offered me a plea bargain but the catch was I had to stay out of trouble, remember? I had not accepted the terms yet so it didn’t really count at that point. The lawyer thought if I accepted the plea and finished everything before the court date of this offense, that they wouldn’t conflict nor would it be in the system yet. He was right, I finished the requirements that week and had the other case dismissed the same day this one was going to court. So when the DA asked what was the deal with the case from October, my lawyer replied that I had finished the terms and was being submitted that day. So what did the young and stupid new DA do? Dismissed this case entirely right then and there. I was told that was really lucky and of course I am glad it was dropped too.

I just realized that on my old wordpress blog that I had told my readers (many who still followed me moving to my new domain) that I had been arrested but I would explain at a later date how I actually everything went down since I didn’t want to interfere with my court proceedings.

So the recent arrest was the first time in two years I had been arrested, and almost to the day. Two years ago I had been arrested twice during the fall/winter, once in October and once in December. The October incident had to have been one of the more crafty vice busts I have heard of and at the same time, absurd.

I had received an email from my Eros ad from someone who was interested in a girl to escort him to a very important business dinner. The email was so intricate with the story I am still shocked it ended up being a cop. The email started out introducing himself like any other client, and went on to say he recently separated from his wife and owns a company that is putting a proposal together to sell his product to Wal-Mart to carry in their stores. The client said he was from northern Louisiana (which is really not that far off from Wal-Mart’s home headquarters in Arkansas) and the meeting would be taking place in Las Vegas and wanted to make a good impression to the company and needed someone to act sophisticated and dress appropriately for the date. I quoted him my normal hourly rate for dinner dates and he agreed it would be fine. He also included in one of the emails that he would like to meet me the day before to make sure I was the right type of girl for the part of playing his wife and update me with personal information about himself that would be useful during the dinner. Not a problem! I made the appointment to meet, his room information checked out and he also agreed to take care of me for the pre-meeting.

So I go to the Bellagio all dressed up in what I would have worn to Sunday school, and meet with the customer (who is a shorter man who looks of Jewish descent) downstairs by the elevator as usual (since security checks for room keys) and we chit chat on the way upstairs. I asked him if anything was wrong since he looked a little uncomfortable but he said he was tired from traveling all day. We go upstairs and try to get into the room and for some reason his door key doesn’t work. Now you may think that’s some big warning sign, but it is something that happens all the time so no red flags went off to me. So he says, “Let’s go downstairs to get a new key at the front desk and talk a little on the way.” I keep informing him I don’t talk downstairs but he keeps asking me little questions to confirm what we discussed on the emails. He said, “So you said $X an hour right? So that would be $XXX for 6 hours? I think that amount of time would cover everything traveling from here to the dinner in my limo.” I inform him that I never ever take rides with clients in limos and that is okay with him. Almost to the front desk he throws in, “Yea so we can go to dinner then maybe come back here to do something else?” I said, “Uh, okay?” I forget the exact words he said but it was alluding to private entertainment but as far as sexual acts go, nothing was mentioned. He goes to the front desk while I wait on the couch under the glass ceiling, and we go back to the elevators. He mentioned right as we got on the elevator, “Yea okay, that amount seems like it will work out. $XXX right? Okay”

The elevator goes up and the doors open. We walk off and two men walk up to either side of me, one flashing some sort of badge down low that I could barely see and the other is grabbing my purse telling me to let go. What did I think was going on? I thought I was being robbed and held onto my purse. I looked back towards the customer and that’s when one of the officers said, “Don’t you realize, he’s one of us, you’re under arrest. We’re Las Vegas metro”. The one grabbing my purse smacks me on my head and yells, “LET GO NOW” and I yell back, “YOU CAN’T HIT ME! I thought I was being robbed!” They laughed at me like I’m an idiot for not comprehending why I was being arrested and barely seeing a badge from a fake looking wallet. I get taken to the room next to where I was supposed to go for the call and in the bathroom are 13 other girls under arrest. I recognize one of the girls from a service I worked for and kept it quiet. I didn’t find out that I had even been charged with soliciting prostitution until I got to jail and saw my paperwork. I was in jail for a short 12 hoursand released on my own recognizance… the shortest time ever.
So what happened with the case? I got a good lawyer, they avoided trial by getting me 20 hours of community service, having to complete an expensive sexual education class of sorts that you do online, and stay out of trouble until I complete the requirements. I actually learned a thing or two from the silly course. My charges were dismissed once everything was completed and was really just a waste of time in the court system for nothing.

I’ll finish with the second incident next time and how this arrest almost got completely screwed up….

Yea, what a bummer Monday was.  I had a flight booked for my annual trip out of town for the holidays early in the morning and decided to go on one **last* call. The night wasn’t such a great money but I thought it would be good to work up to the last minute before I had to go to my house, gather my bags and get my butt to the airport.  I went to the Bellagio with another girl I’ve known for a few years (and tends to dress way casual for calls to not draw attention) and we were there for a minute before having to collect the agency fee. Things were going all right until the guys said they wanted to tip a whopping $100 bucks for full service entertainment. I explained that you couldn’t tip $100 bucks and expect such a crazy amount of entertainment. There was a little bit of a language barrier since they were visiting from Mexico but it wasn’t going too bad until the guy who speaks less English (and ironically who had paid the fee) got a “fuck this” attitude and said forget it all give him the fee back. We had already said and translated 3 times that this fee was non-refundable, but of course that didn’t matter to him now. More arguing ensued, the customer grabbed my phone while trying to call the service to tell them what was going on and the other customer started to call security. I told him to hang up the phone after he started talking to them, which he did, and the other guy took the fee back. Everything was fine and security did call back to the guy but he never said that everything is fine now and don’t bother sending anyone up.

We leave the room and security is coming down the hall towards us informing us we are going nowhere and need to see some ID. I actually didn’t bring mine on the call and that of course was an issue. What was even more of an issue was the fact that 2 years ago I had been arrested in the hotel on a bust and had officially been trespassed so I could be going to jail. The security guy was actually going to let us go since the guys said we were okay we just got into an argument and everything was fine, but here came the security supervisor and he wasn’t letting anyone go.

This whole time little did we know that vice was sitting in the security office listening in on this call and had told the supervisor to go upstairs to see what was going on. Vice had been in the hotel making a bust for girls soliciting and much to their dismay, had only grabbed 4 girls (usually they get 10 or more) so we were going no where and definitely going to jail once they found out we had both been trespassed before. They told us we didn’t have to go to jail for trespassing but since I had flubbed on my information (hell I had a flight to catch) we were both going in. Cops are assholes and liars because as soon as we stepped in the room he said we were going to jail. Nothing was changing his mind.

So yes… I missed my flight by about 24 hours but finally got out of town the next morning. Thank god. I also proved one of my “news stories through the hooker grapevine” to be true. If the arresting officer puts at the top of your booking sheet “Vice Related” there is an automatic hold for 48 hrs and no own recognizance releases. Why did I get out within 24 hrs and O.R.’ed? Luckily the asshole arresting us didn’t put “vice related” on any of our forms that were only trespassing. That was a blessing in disguise. So hopefully this won’t happen to me for another 2 years again because I can say, I truly didn’t miss jail.

Last night was frustrating and busy at the same time. With the marathon going, road closures people freaked out and half of the casinos were completely impassable. That left all of the calls to off Strip locations or anything on the East side of the Strip. I stayed busy pretty late and did well but thrown in the middle had to have been one of the worst prank calls someone has played on the service.

I went to the Hampton Inn for a service and was informed that it was one older guy  (I don’t know why they even bother with saying  “older” when most of the time the guy ends up being 25) and should be a pretty good call. I drive over there avoiding any closures I could, she gives me the room number and says she just got off the phone with him so he’s definitely in the room. I go upstairs and as I get off the elevator I see two younger guys walking down a hall in the opposite direction carrying something. I don’t think of it since she said the customer was older. I go to knock on the door and… I knock some more. No answer! I saw someone peek around the corner but still thought nothing of it. I call the service and tell her the situation and as she calls the customers cell phone, the door flies open and there stands a woman who is in her third trimester who woke out of a deep sleep. She invites me in since I know the name of her husband who is waking in the bed. After I say to the phone girl “this is a damn prank”, the wife informs me they are there with a bunch of military guys and picks up her phone to call exactly the guy who prank called in the first place (I guess they do dumb stuff constantly). I hear giggling at the end of the hallway and confirm to the phone girl that indeed this is a terrible prank that just got pulled on a husband and very pregnant wife.  I felt kinda bad for her but she actually felt worse for wasting my time! She walked me downstairs and said, “I swear I will kill those guys for messing with you”. How sweet ☺

Don’t get me wrong, people prank call a lot to their friends but usually once the guys start giggling and hanging up its pretty obvious… or they call the room and the guy they are pulling the prank on is irate that someone keeps calling them saying a girl is coming up to see them.  I can’t believe how rude someone could be, though, to pull one on a pregnant woman!