The Las Vegas Courtesan

So the last entry where I posted an item of what you shouldn’t do with an escort I jokingly said #34. I guess this time I will actually count them in order!

Reason #2: Don’t have your kid in the same room when calling an escort.

Yes, as shocking as it may be, there are idiotic parents who have actually called for a hooker while their child sleeps in the next bed. This has happened to me at least three times in 4-5 years. In fact I think I have had LESS father/older virgin son duos than people who have young children in the room.

One time was a few years ago when a couple called at Excalibur. I went and when I walked in I noticed there was some sort of fort of pillows between the bed they sat on and the next one over. I realized that a little boy and girl between 3-7 yrs old were sleeping in their pajamas behind that fort. I gasped and said, “are those your children?” and they replied “yes” and started muttering some excuse of how they won’t wake. I said there is no way I am endangering myself or them by staying here. I felt like going off on the couple and giving them a piece of my mind to even THINK of doing such a thing but I shut my mouth and left.

There was one other time in between that call and the latest one but it doesn’t exactly come to mind. The latest call was a man who was staying way out on the north side in a La Quinta. When its a good 25 minute one way drive to a hotel from the Strip girls always like for it to be worth the drive and not a waste. I arrived only knowing the previous girl didn’t match the description he gave. The man answered the door and immediately shooshed me and asked if we can talk in the hall. I never talk in hallways just because … well it’s not private. So we stepped back inside where he informs me to keep it down since his 5 yr old daughter is sleeping on the couch in the pitch black room. Yet again I am just as shocked as I was in the previous incident … I said I absolutely will not stay. I would be thrown *under* a jail somewhere if a law enforcement official caught wind of what was going on. What ticked me off even more was the guy lied and said to the previous girl that the daughter was in the next room (like an adjoining suite) but in fact.. she was just on the couch in the same room.

I am sure plenty of other people will be shocked just as I was… parents are sometimes astonishing.

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…

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.

I guess every girl has her own quirks about what type or how she goes about protecting herself from STDs. Some girls use the best and thickest condoms they make (like myself) and some only use ribbed or off brand. I’d rather not risk it just to save a few cents… but the most original protection I saw was a girl who came prepared with a purple latex glove!

It was an agency call for two girls and one guy at the Wynn Hotel. We went, checked in for the agency fee, talked tips and got tipped a pretty decent amount each. I always come prepared with lube and condom for whatever the sexual act may be but for hand she preferred using her purple glove. I was weirded out by it and after about 5 minutes of attempting a hand job, the guy was seriously uncomfortable also. I offered to change her odd medical approach with a regular condom and lube, but the awkwardness had killed the mood and wanted us to leave. Thankfully he didn’t get upset by a job unfinished but I knew I didn’t want to be stuck with that girl again on a call. This all happened a long time ago but really stuck in my head… I don’t think I have seen her since that one night.