The Las Vegas Courtesan

I am talking about the real deal race cars that will cruise through the streets of downtown Las Vegas and I am sure will create one heck of a traffic disaster for everyone trying to get to court this week (thankfully not me!) Then again, I probably should pay close attention to those road closures since I am sure I will be going downtown for calls at the hotels. Rumor from an office manager at a company I work for said it would be around 100,000 people flocking to Vegas for the race. Hopefully will be a better crowd than the NASCAR fans that come into town for the Daimler-Chrysler 400 race during early March.

The past few days have been super slow and very strangely unpredictable. I did okay for a Sunday night, but last night I had two calls that ended up not panning out to be anything, nor did I have the opportunity to make any cash. My one hope last night ended up going downstairs with his credit card only to not be able to pull anything out due to unknown issues. Tonight hasn’t been going anywhere at all as far as making money. I had called-on early in the afternoon (calling on meaning I call all the services I work for to say that I am ready and available to take jobs) due to last night’s failure and ended up going on a early but small bachelor party call to the Imperial Palace. The other girl showed up just as I was collecting the company fee and we started talking about pricing for a typical bachelor party. The guys said that it was out of their range and then informed us that they wanted to spend $20 each (which would be about $60 total) on us to do a party. The other girl and I exchanged some blank looks since we just explained how a good party works along with typical tipping. Luckily we got to stick around and made a couple hundred each in the end to give a good party to the bachelor. The friends departed the room to supposedly get more funds for us to stay longer and left us alone with the stiff-dicked bachelor. At that time we hadn’t been paid enough each to do sexual acts with him, so we continued to dance. The bachelor gave up his last bit of money and the other girl started rubbing on his dick through his goofy Scooby-doo boxers as I was turned around wiggling my butt while rubbing his leg. I felt his legs quiver and asked, “Did you just…. Cum ?” and looked at the other girl. He shook his head “yes” and smiled sheepishly. I didn’t want to make the guy feel bad, but me and the second girl couldn’t help but giggle quietly when we ran to the bathroom to change and wash our hands. The group of guys finally reentered and said that they only got a wad of ones from downstairs after being gone for so long. By looking at the bachelor’s facial expression, they decided he had enough fun and we could leave. I don’t care if they just had some one-dollar bills… it’s still money, right? Could definitely have gone to use for when I have to tip the phone girl out.

I am thinking happy thoughts for the weekend. Can’t be any worse than it is right now

Yes it’s actually raining in the desert. I love the rain lots except when I am working. It turns a night that could be good into a no call night. If you don’t have people walking down the strip or around town then you have no way of reaching them with advertising except with Internet or Yellowpages. Only one of the companies I work for now even use the Yellowpages and the rest rely on advertising on the streets. The reason why more companies don’t use the phone book is because of the incredibly expensive rates you have to pay every six months to keep an ad. Takes so many calls constantly to even break even on those ads. I understand why most companies stick to people passing out cards or little magazine stands.

The only call I received tonight was from my Eros ad from a guy at Circus Circus who had a bad listening problem. I really hate it when people call and don’t say hi or “my name is” and immediately just ask, “what do you charge per hour”. I respond with, “Well I like to come meet you and talk to you in person first but my entertainment starts at $$ and goes up from there. I don’t have any specific rates for hour or half hour it just ranges depending on the level of entertainment.” I know quite a few girls in other cities work on an hour or half hour rates, but what girls ends up doing around here is charging for whatever act they perform. I do take my time and all because I want the customers to enjoy themselves and not think I am just running off. Anyway, this guy kept pushing me to say what I do for my minimum price and what sexual acts does it include. I say that is illegal and I don’t like to talk on the phone anyway like I said before. I suggested for me to come by and meet him under no obligation (to perform my little tests so I feel more comfortable) but he just responded with an “I’ll call you back”. He called back 10 minutes later again asking me more pointed sexual questions and how much to get out of the atm. I again repeated that I would love to come meet him but I cannot answer his questions without coming over first. He said another “I’ll call you back”, but of course he didn’t. I am sure I frustrate a lot of guys by saying that I would like to come over first but they have to understand that no one can talk about sexual acts over the phone. In the end, maybe I am the only frustrated one

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!