The Las Vegas Courtesan

Been on a b&w photo kick lately…. black and white has always been my favorite. Colors just get in the way.

Sorry I haven’t been writing much, again. This past weekend was crazy busy and made out quite good in the end. Hopefully the World Of Concrete convention will make this week end nice though last night wasn’t so swell. Last year this conference was great but like many other conventions, the attendance numbers are down a bit from previous years. In the end though, men still want to be pampered and blow less at the craps tables. Sorry casinos!

I’ve been sick this week but that hasn’t kept me from working since the Mining Convention was in town. This is almost the only convention in September that makes a blip on the moneymaking radar. The Mining convention and the Concrete World are on my list of top conventions as far as money goes. Maybe I should keep that secret to myself!

Though I haven’t been feeling too swell, I had plans to go to Salt Lake City this weekend for a seminar on WordPress and listen to hopefully some great speakers. I walk into the building and guess who is semi hosting this event? My arch enemy BlueHost.com. I almost laughed out loud when I saw 5 or 6 of them hovering around the check in table. No thanks I think I will pass up that free t-shirt, guys.

I’ve never been this far north into Utah and frankly, it is a scary place surrounded by beautiful country. Last night I felt dirty as I tried to visit some of the local strip clubs. It’s the exact opposite of what I feel is liberal about stripping for money. They shame the girls into hiding themselves while on stage, and the trip to and from the stage. Pasties are a requirement, the girls can’t give private dances, they can’t talk to customers unless they are on the stage, and they must cover themselves with a grandma looking robe to leave the stage. I was pretty shocked. How do these girls make their money? They only make dollars on the stage (I never saw a single $5 bill up there), they can’t talk to the clients and order a drink to get a kickback from the drink, and they have to sit in the back to wait their next turn on stage to make only a few bucks. I think it’s more degrading than a girl giving a lap dance in any other state. It made me feel dirty and that the girls should be shameful for showing their bodies since they have to hide them so quickly after their songs are over. Of course this is all my personal opinion and I am sure there are a bunch of religious fanatics in this town who say that this is the best and only way to have an “adult” scene in Salt Lake City. I think I stayed a total of 5 min in the two clubs I visited before I was so disturbed that I had to leave.

Ok I have to get off of my computer because people are walking up and literally looking over my shoulder to ask what I am doing… wow. Speakers are about to start up so hopefully it will be good and the religious fanatics don’t start asking me what the website printed on my badge is all about. I might be shunned out of the state 🙂

So the INTEROP convention is this week though you would have never known it. Once NAB (National Association of Broadcasters.. the largest Vegas convention still, I believe) is over with it means the end of convention season is winding down. Darnit! Next come the summer time travelers and the families. Quite a few bachelor parties remain but I worry gas prices might hinder the traffic coming in from California this summer. Southern California drivers flood the I-15 on Friday afternoons trying to escape Los Angeles or San Deigo… they tend to do the last minute traveling plan and get one room for 5 guys but sometimes it works out.. keeps the money flowing into the town for sure.

Now for some random questions I get asked repeatedly to continue on with this series

Lots of customers ask me how I got to Las Vegas… which I usually respond with a quirky, “I drove here”, to get a chuckle out of them. Really I first started coming here during the summer months to escape the slow season in the topless clubs that I worked in back home. It worked out well and I would make way more money than I would have before. I sometimes would pay off only my tip-out at the clubs back home due to the number of men staying at home with their kids while they were off from school or would be out on vacations. Why not work where they went FOR vacation? Was a good plan for sure.

Then their next question is: “How did you start doing this?” The answer is a slightly complex one that I’d rather not go into, but basically when I was working in the clubs in my home state I was already dealing with levels of prostitution but in denial about it. Complete denial. After getting fed up with dealing with working in Las Vegas strip clubs where it is hustle or die with no regulars, I decided to give an agency a shot. I was sick and tired of the men hassling me and begging me to solicit then only give me 20 bucks for a pathetic dance. Things in Vegas were changing at the times in the strip clubs: massive clubs were being built, Cheetahs/Jaguar’s owner was under federal indictment, and I had been about 10-15 lbs overweight and that never helps when you want to get the good shift at the Spearmint Rhino from a manager named John who is notorious for being highly selective. I lied to the first agency I went to and said I had worked for an agency before but not in Las Vegas. Looking back I acted like a complete imbecile when dealing with them, but I learned a lot. I also came to learn that I worked for the toughest agency in town (and still is to this day) so at least I started out with the worst which means it can only get better! I got a different, less tough agency to work for soon after then (which is now owned by some one else who recently just lost their *mind*), and met a girl who referred me to a service that I still work for today. That’s my little story of how I began… it’s been almost 5 years since I started working out here, and it’s still completely unpredictable.

I guess thats what comes with being more popular. Ah well its worth it in the end when it comes down to business.

So today was the latest prankster from New Mexico who talked faster than anything I have ever heard plus his heavy hispanic accent made me say “huh” and “what” every two seconds. After finally understanding him he wanted to be “friends” with me and talk on the phone. Sorry but no can do. I asked if he was coming to Vegas and he replied with “maybe”. I said when you are for sure and here in Vegas I would love to come see you but until then, I’m sorry I can’t chat on the phone. I come home to get ready for the day and he calls back again saying that he wants to come to Las Vegas but isn’t sure and “how much for a blow job”. I explain that prostitution is illegal and my normal speech and he asked me yet again after that. I hung up. Called back AGAIN and I just made sure he would never call again so I was silly and said I was going to call the cops if he did it again. Heh well it worked!

The funniest call this week? Oklahoma boy with a strong accent calls up on a Saturday at 3pm asking an odd request:
“I would just like someone to come over, wax my eyebrows and talk dirty in my ear”
I could barely hold back a laugh. I said I can definitely do the second request but not the first because well… I am an escort not and aesthetician! He said “well why not? I am not asking for sex I just want my eyebrows waxed and talked dirty to!” Again I repeated I can’t fulfill that request… and he said back:
“Well what kind of entertainer are you?!”
I hung up. I have to say that was about the funniest call.

So this week is convention season galore! March and such is known for the heavy conventioneer traffic plus spring break students (I am not too fond of) and March Madness. This week has been ConExpo (construction guys love hot girls), ShoWest (stage and production convention who also like hot girls) and some other smaller nerdy computer conventions.
Hope tonight is another good one!