If you couldn’t tell already… I have a thing for stockings!

I wanted to update a little and add to the series I started months ago here and here since I run into good pointers to give while trying to book clients who call me.

Don’t ask pointed questions about prostitution or specific entertainment over the phone:
It makes me really come off as the bad person or that I am trying to turn clients off when I have to recite my little “I’m sorry but prostitution is illegal here in Las Vegas” speech and though I hate doing it, I have to say it to cover my own rear. I have had people hang up on me or just give me a short answer of, “well, I’ll call back later” which of course means never. If they don’t just give up on me then I explain that I would love to meet them and work out all of the entertainment and details in person, I don’t charge for me to come over (though gas money would help!) and prove that I am not a shady escort. Though jaecyn posted that he had an ugly run in during a call from an internet site, I know myself and others aren’t bad like this. I know I am a little more easy going than some girls and all, but I really hate it when people push me and try to get something out of me to spill the beans about what I really do and for how much. In the end I like working out any deal I can. Especially these days its just silly to not make anything you can.
So how do you handle situations where you want to learn more but can’t ask? It’s a tough question because there is no right answer. Simply, if you like the picture, like the girl on the phone and have the gut feeling that she is truly an independent or you don’t mind dealing with an agency, then give it a shot. If you don’t like her at the door or can’t work something out then the polite thing is to maybe give a little something for her time if you feel generous.
Anyway… hoped this all helped a little. Flat lands and driving make me bored bored (don’t worry I am no driving and typing!).

I should really go through my computer more often! A little bored so I decided to organize my photos and I love discovering things from years ago I don’t remember taking! Like a treasure chest

Believe me… I need it! The rollercoaster of the summer has really worn me down and I decided I need a break to go visit family and friends back home (still home to me though I have lived in Vegas for almost 5 years). I made the decision a few weeks ago and decided to push up the trip some more because I just needed a break. Tensions run high when things aren’t going so great at the companies you work for since the economy is hurting. Phone girls get more desperate and get extra pissed off if I can’t perform some sort of miracle to make a call work out. Yesterday I ended up having a good call in the end, but two crazy mean people before (who made the “big asshole of the year” list) just made me all the more happy with leaving town.
A friend pointed out that last year I seemed to break up the troublesome summer with a few weekend trips throughout the season. Yes, summers have always been slightly unpredictable, just this year has been more so. Anyway, I will try to keep up at least with some pictures during my trip but I admit that I forget I have a laptop sometimes when I am away. That’s a good thing, right?

I got a call a little bit early after I ate dinner to go to the MGM Grand for a two-girl call to see some Irish guys. Ended up being only one guy getting entertainment so the other girl left since I had gotten there first and seemed to like me better. I was there for an escort agency so I got the fee out of the way and started talking about the tips and what all we could do for the small amount of money he had. Unfortunately we had to stick to lap dances and a hand job.

I started dancing for the guy and he tells me that tomorrow he’s getting married in New York.
I asked him, “As in New York, NY the hotel across the street?”

He replied back with, “No as in New York City as in up north in America… at 2pm. Last night my buddies took me to the Spearmint Rhino and got me tons of dances and tonight is my last night so I wanted something in my room!”

Wow what a traveler and quite a hangover he will be experiencing tomorrow! I pull off his boxers, put on a condom with the lube inside (always makes things work better and feel better for the customers too) and start the fun. After trying for a while he tells me he’s giving up and things aren’t feeling as good since he’s been drinking all night and day. He also mentioned that he is still really sore from those dances he got at the club last night. He starts pulling off the condom with the rag I got for him and he starts making shrieking sounds.
“Oh dear god I’ve done it!” as he holds the cloth to his groin.

I said, “What could it be… I use a safe clean water based lube and you’re not allergic to latex right?”
“No”, he replied, “it’s the bloody dances from last night and my dick was rubbin’ against my belt!” and points to the large eagle shaped belt buckle he was wearing now on the floor.

Ouch… I told him to let me see and he pulled away the cloth to show that indeed there was a really red splotch on the end and up the shaft that was rubbed completely raw. I am sure my performance didn’t help anything at all. I can’t imagine feeling this same raw feeling on my privates on a girl. I am sure his honeymoon will be a sore one!