The Las Vegas Courtesan

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!

Business out here in December is as slow as cold molasses. After the rodeo leaves (which ended yesterday but we all know they aren’t big spenders) there really isn’t a darn thing that comes through Vegas until the new year. Thankfully though at the New Year CES comes around. Surprisingly even though Las Vegas is known for the biggest spot to hold conventions, only certain conventions you actually see a return cash wise on the amount of people that are in town. For example, the NAB conference (National Association of Broadcasters) is one convention that blows my mind every year. In mid-April it comes into town with 140,000 people who work for NBC, Toshiba, or Sony yet if I don’t go out to the casinos to find a customer at the bar I will be broke. My phone doesn’t ring from the services and when it does it ends up being a waste of time. On the other end, a show like the wireless phone convention in May who has 15,000 attendants (these are people who sell cell phones for a living.. not the big income kind of guy) I will make quite a bit of money on. There is just no easy formula for this town. I have yet to figure it out.

Last night ended up being okay. I was boasting about my regular yesterday who ended up standing me up by the end of the night. I think I spoke too soon about him being a good regular. He says he swears he will call me next time but we will have to see about that. Luckily after a few small tips and some base calls (calls where only the fee was collected) a guy called me off of my Eros ad and immediately said what he wanted to tip. That always kind of makes me nervous because I definitely don’t agree to any entertainment on the phone for my safety. I said I like to meet you first and give you a strip tease… he said sure and I headed over there. He passed my little test to feel safer and everything worked out so I didn’t have to stay for very long. He got a discount anyway. I figured if I hassled him for more money then he might think I am a hustling him and would ask me to leave. Believe it or not it happens..