The Las Vegas Courtesan

Well I am up later than I thought I would be tonight because I just can’t get some things out of my head that were being said in jail between girls who have pimps and how they “manage” them. It made me nauseated and I felt a little bit dumber being surrounded by these girls and their horrible logic. I know I will get some people commenting who are pro-pimping that follow my blog, but I do not support any part of it, especially after hearing these girls talk. Now, unfortunately I didn’t have my trusty journal pad handy to ask these girls questions that were written down in this entry by myself and other readers. I probably wouldn’t have done it anyway since I was in a holding cell with 20 other girls and the girls with pimps vs. the ones without was like 10 to 1. I definitely didn’t want to start any argument in a jail cell, for sure, so I kept my mouth shut, my ears open, and my differing opinion to myself.

There were about 3 or 4 girls that would go back and forth with each other and how their pimp was “so great” in this way and “my man takes care of me” this other way that it was nauseating. These girls had been arrested for prostitution and trespassing so many times just in the last month my jaw hit the floor. One girl had gotten out only 2 days before and another had been arrested 20 times in the past YEAR. These girls don’t care what it takes to go in and get the money in every casino, barred or not, so long as they make their man happy. They refuse to do escort services since that is giving their money up to someone else (huh? Great logic there) and don’t care to be arrested because it’s all part of the “game”. They clog up the court systems so bad with their cases, but I am sure they are making a lawyer happy somewhere.

Here’s what I don’t understand in their logic and it makes me want to shake them and say, “LISTEN to what you are saying and think about it… you’re an idiot!” These girls say they are making between $700 on a bad night and $3000 on a good night (which is probably true for most girls in Vegas) in one part of their conversation and then saying that their guy gets everything but their daily allowance is around $40 on average. One girl (who they considered a “spoiled bitch”) gets between $100-$200 a day and $500 whenever she wants to go shopping for herself. Their math was amazing. One common thing they all boasted was how the guy pays the bills, pays the rent, and for their car like it was so unbelievably sweet of him to do. Like it didn’t hit them that it was their money paying for the necessary things you need in life and they could easily do it for themselves without some threat of the guy beating them and being more normal.

The final thing that made me so sad was how robbing a customer (I don’t mean saying you’re going to do one thing like a blow job but end up only giving them a hand job) was part of how much money they brought in. It was essential to steal or else their totals weren’t as high to impress their pimp. In the end what I think? I think these types of girls deserve actually being locked up and taught some sort of lesson. I wish there was some sort of jail group that could help these girls but lets face it, our court and prison system sucks. You can be a prostitute and do it the right way like I try, or you can do it the wrong way like these girls. I just wish I wouldn’t get punished in the court of law and treated like I was one of these ladies.

Yea, what a bummer Monday was.  I had a flight booked for my annual trip out of town for the holidays early in the morning and decided to go on one **last* call. The night wasn’t such a great money but I thought it would be good to work up to the last minute before I had to go to my house, gather my bags and get my butt to the airport.  I went to the Bellagio with another girl I’ve known for a few years (and tends to dress way casual for calls to not draw attention) and we were there for a minute before having to collect the agency fee. Things were going all right until the guys said they wanted to tip a whopping $100 bucks for full service entertainment. I explained that you couldn’t tip $100 bucks and expect such a crazy amount of entertainment. There was a little bit of a language barrier since they were visiting from Mexico but it wasn’t going too bad until the guy who speaks less English (and ironically who had paid the fee) got a “fuck this” attitude and said forget it all give him the fee back. We had already said and translated 3 times that this fee was non-refundable, but of course that didn’t matter to him now. More arguing ensued, the customer grabbed my phone while trying to call the service to tell them what was going on and the other customer started to call security. I told him to hang up the phone after he started talking to them, which he did, and the other guy took the fee back. Everything was fine and security did call back to the guy but he never said that everything is fine now and don’t bother sending anyone up.

We leave the room and security is coming down the hall towards us informing us we are going nowhere and need to see some ID. I actually didn’t bring mine on the call and that of course was an issue. What was even more of an issue was the fact that 2 years ago I had been arrested in the hotel on a bust and had officially been trespassed so I could be going to jail. The security guy was actually going to let us go since the guys said we were okay we just got into an argument and everything was fine, but here came the security supervisor and he wasn’t letting anyone go.

This whole time little did we know that vice was sitting in the security office listening in on this call and had told the supervisor to go upstairs to see what was going on. Vice had been in the hotel making a bust for girls soliciting and much to their dismay, had only grabbed 4 girls (usually they get 10 or more) so we were going no where and definitely going to jail once they found out we had both been trespassed before. They told us we didn’t have to go to jail for trespassing but since I had flubbed on my information (hell I had a flight to catch) we were both going in. Cops are assholes and liars because as soon as we stepped in the room he said we were going to jail. Nothing was changing his mind.

So yes… I missed my flight by about 24 hours but finally got out of town the next morning. Thank god. I also proved one of my “news stories through the hooker grapevine” to be true. If the arresting officer puts at the top of your booking sheet “Vice Related” there is an automatic hold for 48 hrs and no own recognizance releases. Why did I get out within 24 hrs and O.R.’ed? Luckily the asshole arresting us didn’t put “vice related” on any of our forms that were only trespassing. That was a blessing in disguise. So hopefully this won’t happen to me for another 2 years again because I can say, I truly didn’t miss jail.

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!

I already talked about my latest case and it being resolved but the first case I am still dealing with but worked something out with the courts. One of the things a lot of first time offenders in Las Vegas have to do is take a class that is an AIDS/STD awareness course. I am sure a lot of states offer this but it sure is a pointless thing to do.

I feel like I am taking a class that was designed for students to take when they are in junior high and have low self esteem or need some sort of motivational speaker to talk to them. Yes, they talk about STD’s and all but the rest of it is talking about principals that are just elementary and insulting to your intelligence pertaining to why you are a prostitute. The more I get into it, the more it makes steam come out of my ears. I personally think that every girl in the sex industry should take a class that clearly defines safe sex practices and identifying diseases. Heck I think every person period should take a class learning that. There is stuff they don’t teach you in high school that everyone should know like never ever use any petroleum-based product with a condom (lotions, Vaseline, etc). A lot of people don’t know that and it’s a very important thing.

This “course” is basically saying your parents didn’t teach you guidance through cooperation and just basically told you “do this don’t do that”. The other thing that got me peeved is how this is all about power and control and that I am forcing bad behaviors on others like they are a victim. I don’t recall taking the sex offenders course. I think that mentality is really backwards. The other thing is that I must believe that I am fearful of anyone else having control and must have all of the power to myself. I just don’t get what this class is about. It’s like a whole bunch of different principals rolled into one that don’t really pertain to the fact that I was arrested for solicitation. Oh and did I mention how much the class is? $150. It could have been worse though because the alcohol and drug addiction class is $305 .. I think the anger management one costs the same. The cost of those two classes alone deterred me from ever getting mad or drinking and driving. I think they should lower the cost of the anger management class because that price would make anyone throw their computer out of the window in a fit of rage. Anyway I am done venting… back to my studies.