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New to Las Vegas: the Vegas Grand Prix … and I am not talking about go-carts

Wednesday, April 4th, 2007

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

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