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I was fairly pleased with the outcome of CES this year. It was so slow before then that I was starting to worry about the start of the new year. I know that in years past when I have been here for CES I was quite disappointed, but this year it put a little pep in my step.

I had noticed a ton more girls freelancing in the casinos and the variety that seems sort of out of place for the usual Vegas prostitutes. I had some image in my head of a venturesome group of pimps in Southern California who thought it would be a good idea to pack up their girls in airport shuttle vans and take them all to Las Vegas for the convention weekend and drop them off.  Another thing I wondered as I watched two girls walking around in matching gold hot pants/romper outfits who were definitely porn stars, was “How many of these porn star girls or porn groupies get arrested by vice because they are being overly sexual yet breaking no laws?”  Haven’t heard or read any figures on that one but if I do I will definitely post them.  I am sure there are quite a few mix-ups and the porn girls get mistaken for prostitutes.

So I had posted an update on my Twitter about being amazed at people who are so in the dark about basic sexual education or human interaction. The client was a conventioneer visiting from a New England state but had moved to the US from India 7 years ago.  He first started by replying to my greeting of, “Hi, How are you?” with, “How much are your services”? Since I was there for an agency I had to slow him down, collect the agency fee first, and then move on from there. He reluctantly gave me the fee since he assumed I was having sex for the agencies money. Then after he stripped down and I stripped down he was all over me like a kid in a candy store. I had to calm him down since he was getting way too carried away, grabbing forcefully, and looked like he was about to lick me like a dog.  He calmed down, apologized for being excited (which is okay of course!), got to talking about entertainment and what budget he wanted to work with.  Right off the bat he was asking for almost two hours of full service for barely over what the company was making (which I think was around $100). I said I would be more than happy to please him but his demands were way off. He finally understood why his money wasn’t buying so much but said that was okay, he liked me too much for me to go.

Excellent!

So I excused myself to the restroom and he followed me saying, “Do you have to pee? Can I watch? I want to see!” and was forcing the bathroom door open as I was trying to close it. I explained that would not be included with what he paid, he sighed and went back to the room. After I finished, I told him it was his turn to clean up since his terrible comb over was matted with oil from not washing it and deemed a good rinse off.

So… as for the actual entertainment it went quickly and was minimal, but what got me afterwards were his questions. This poor guy was completely lost. He first asked me about my “vagina”, as he put it politely. He asked, “Where do girls pee from? Is that what the clitoris is for? I have heard about it feeling good”.  I was shocked but didn’t want to make him feel bad for being uneducated and explained what the clitoris was for and how we peed from underneath. His next question was about dating. He asked, “How do I date? What do girls like?”  I had to answer this question carefully because he was in desperate need of a haircut (I say shave it all off don’t mess with what little hair you have left!), had a huge long beard I could tell was tucked like most Indian men who are Sikh (but he claimed he wasn’t), and needed some brow trimming (had one brow, not two!). I told him he should go out, find someone good, and treat himself to a day of pampering. I told him girls like guys who are confident and who take care of themselves so treat yourself well and maybe get a new more confident look. He was happy with my suggestions and went on to ask, “So where do I find dates?”  I kind of giggled at the question but really had no clue.  I only gave him the suggestion of staying away from bars and he thought maybe the internet would be better.

Did I mention this guy was almost 40?

It shocked me at the time that he would be so uneducated and opened my eyes more to how other cultures treat sex education as a sin and avoid it almost completely. Hope my suggestions helped!

Sorry I have been neglecting you all. I have been working my butt off practically non stop so I can take some time off and travel to far away lands. I hope to take some pictures and post them along the way whenever I get internet service and stop having fun    This summer has been a roller coaster of sorts where one night is always different from the next. Well that has always been true since Las Vegas has such a ebb and flow to it but in summers past it’s always been consistent but at a lazy pace unlike the crazy spring time convention season.

September is usually the second slowest month behind December for me. I am sad I will miss the first few days of MAGIC because the fall one is bigger than the spring one but hopefully tomorrow will be more clients from the show. The rest of the month is a good time to take off, I think. Hopefully this September doesn’t turn on me and end up shocking us all at being good. That would be just my luck..

So I have had a lot of people ask me about the Las Vegas economy and how it’s effecting me. I will definitely write a lot more about it in it’s own special post because I have a lot to say. Times are different for sure.

So what would you do if you were an escort in a tourist city and when you call to get the information of a client, the girl who booked the call says the room number then says the first and last name of a person you know from your home state? I’m not talking about John Smith, nor something as extreme as Mach Klichenstiener …

This happened to me recently. I pulled into the Sahara hotel and the phone girl told me the name of a friend of mine from my home state. I paused… I could totally see this person visiting Las Vegas for a convention and getting the hair brained idea of calling a girl over. I called the room first to see what the guy sounded like since I can judge by the voice alone, but no one answered. I kind of froze because I knew I had to go knock on the door since the services are pretty strict on once you know the room information, they want you to go up to see if they are physically in the room.  I go upstairs, with my heart beating and knock on the door. Luckily no one still answered and she informed me the client was seriously drunk. Ah good. Luckily I have never run into someone I know from back home, but I have had other similar names come up but were really generic and thought nothing of it. So… if you were in my shoes, what would you do if you recognized a name?

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.