The Las Vegas Courtesan

People who do physical work get injured on the job, athletes get sports injuries, and I guess prostitutes get repetitive motion injury? I believe it!

This morning I had to get up after only a few hours of sleep to get to my appointment at a chiropractors office. My neck has been killing me for over a month now and I couldn’t take it anymore. When I went in the doctor asked what do I think caused the neck pain… it was difficult stifling the laughter as I thought of how many clients have received blow jobs lately. I answered, “I think I just slept wrong” since I couldn’t think of a better excuse. After paying the bill, it makes me wish we got some sort of benefits for our work related injuries. Luckily I haven’t had to treat tennis elbow yet… what would that make it, hand job elbow? heh

Quick, funny little story:

On Friday I was pretty busy running around town and had a few calls from services that hadn’t gone through in a row so I was getting a little frustrated. I showed up at Treasure Island for yet another call and the phone girl for the service contacted the customer and informed him that he needed to go downstairs to meet up with me so I can get by security who checks for room keys at the elevators. He agrees and I get a description of what he will be wearing and I venture in…

I walk up to the only person wearing the outfit described, but the guy’s head is laying on the slot machine like he’s passed out. Great, how awkward looking is this? I say the guys name and he looks up at me with seriously blood shot eyes and I notice he’s on the phone, “I can’t do this!” he exclaimed. To act less obvious I said “Can’t do what?” and he replies, “I’m on the phone with my girlfriend and she doesn’t want me hanging out with other girls.” I almost laughed out loud but held it back and said it’s all right. He said, “I’ll give you money! Here!” I panicked since security was right there and I said “Huh? What are you talking about? Lets take a walk.”

We walk away from the slot machines back towards the parking garage and says, while still on the phone, “I can’t do it… I am fucked up over this girl. Here’s $50” and hands me a wadded up five. I showed him and pointed out that it was a five but don’t worry about it, this looked really bad. So he pulls out more wadded up bills and since I have keen eyes for spotting denominations from a mile away I see the one on top is a $100. He says, “Here is a little more” and I take the $100, thanked him and he said “Sorry it’s not $50”. I thanked him and giggled the whole way back to the garage.

A girl and I went to a bachelor party call yesterday together and after a number of previous party calls that I ended up not making anything. I was not excited when we stepped in on yet another party. This party changed my luck for the night and we actually started off with decent tips for dancing and embarrassing the bachelor.

After that was all done with the guys gathered some cash to make sure their bachelor friend was taken care of at least with a hand job. Unfortunately we have to do this in the bathroom since their was only one large room. The bachelor sits down on the toilet and after he gets clean and puts on some protection, I start stroking him while the other girl takes her thong off. He isn’t too far from having an orgasm and as soon as she turns around and bends over, he twitches and its all done with. I’d say no more than 2 minutes does this all take place.

We send the bachelor off to see if anyone else is interested in some “private entertainment” with us and one guy steps in the bathroom. After convincing him that we are not just going to give a dance, he tips us for the same handjob. After taking 10 seconds to get hard, the girl does the same move of bending over and showing her pussy. Yet again the guy instantly finishes. Afterwards I tell her that she must have some sort of magical pussy for those kind of results!