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The Worst Security In Las Vegas Award Goes To…… Mandalay Bay!

Sunday, June 8th, 2008

I got back into town on Thursday evening and called onto my services but got too tired before anyone actually called me. Friday I work and do quite well for my first real day back and was happy… the weekend can only get better right? Wrong.

I get a call to the Mandalay Bay from the service I work for that only deals with referrals from cab and limo drivers (their fee is a little higher) and meet up with two other girls I know quite well in the room. It’s a large bachelor party of about 10-11 guys and we pull aside the best man (who arranged the call) to a side room to collect the fee and figure out what kind of party they are looking for. One girl explains to him very clearly that this fee is not ours, we do not profit from it and only gets us there and a strip and tips determine the party… once this is collected there are no refunds (because then WE would have to pay for it!) He says it’s no problem he understands and gives the fee. We called to tell the company and proceeded to get naked for the fee. One girl started tips off a little high, I admit, but then we calmed him down to say we will start for whatever tips but we need to know what the budget is. They come back with the figure (from 10 guys) of 100-200 split between 3 girls for a full on party. Sorry but can’t do it. Two of the guys get ticked, don’t want to work things out, someone puts a chair in front of the door and watches to make sure we don’t leave with the company fee. The rest of the guys are pretty okay with what happened and said to let us leave and understand 50 bucks a girl wont cut it. We even offered to stay and dance for the bachelor privately for the small money they did have. We were calm, cool, and trying to work it out.

There’s always one asshole at every Bachelor party and this guy was a big one. He first of all interrupted any talking about working things out with “give us the fee back and you can go, if not I will first call security then Las Vegas Metro”. Wow is it really that necessary to go threaten us like that? Ten/eleven guys versus 3 girls… I think we are outnumbered. He picks up the phone and a few of the guys were just like “go”… so we did and walked down the hall. We get on the elevator and it goes down, unknown to us The Asshole had caught up to us and saw him as the doors closed. We all say split as we get off. The doors open and about 5 security guards were standing there. Holy shit.

I try and walk off around them as they snagged the other two girls as I exclaim I don’t know them. I get around the corner heading straight for the front door and a public sidewalk when a guard runs back up to me grabbing my arm exclaiming “You’re coming with me!”. I know my rights and know he just broke a few laws by forcefully grabbing me. I don’t remember what I exactly exclaimed but I did shout, “you can’t do that! You can’t touch me! I did nothing and leaving out of the door!” I put my hands up to show I wasn’t struggling and he fought back throwing my arms behind me and trying to squeeze me in handcuffs . What the hell? I said what did I do that I am being put in cuffs and he never replied. He pushed me along saying I am going to the back now for not complying. I said tell me what I have done to be taken to the back… silence. I said what am I under arrest for and he said I wasn’t under arrest. So why did I have cuffs on and being drug thru the WHOLE casino floor to the security office? How embarrassing.

So we get to the back… me in handcuffs and the other two girls have their mouths wide open that I am being led in cuffed up. We sit and wait and wait… over hearing comments of us being charged with felonies of grand larceny by Metro because the customers were pressing charges. Then we overheard one Mandalay Bay security supervisor calling us “trick rollers” and chuckling then being corrected by the police officer that we actually were not doing such a thing. We finally got to explain our side and said we don’t care about the fee and will give it back to the guys to avoid felony charges (of course). All three of us had been trespassed on an MGM property before so we all three got misdemeanor tickets for trespassing. Thankfully no one got taken to jail.

So… I am just livid about the whole security situation over there and how the walking penis of a guard handled things. I know that what happened was not done properly and totally will be making sure that asshole is reprimanded for his actions. Grrrr

Last Minute Change of Mind..

Wednesday, July 4th, 2007

Quick, funny little story:

On Friday I was pretty busy running around town and had a few calls from services that hadn’t gone through in a row so I was getting a little frustrated. I showed up at Treasure Island for yet another call and the phone girl for the service contacted the customer and informed him that he needed to go downstairs to meet up with me so I can get by security who checks for room keys at the elevators. He agrees and I get a description of what he will be wearing and I venture in…

I walk up to the only person wearing the outfit described, but the guy’s head is laying on the slot machine like he’s passed out. Great, how awkward looking is this? I say the guys name and he looks up at me with seriously blood shot eyes and I notice he’s on the phone, “I can’t do this!” he exclaimed. To act less obvious I said “Can’t do what?” and he replies, “I’m on the phone with my girlfriend and she doesn’t want me hanging out with other girls.” I almost laughed out loud but held it back and said it’s all right. He said, “I’ll give you money! Here!” I panicked since security was right there and I said “Huh? What are you talking about? Lets take a walk.”

We walk away from the slot machines back towards the parking garage and says, while still on the phone, “I can’t do it… I am fucked up over this girl. Here’s $50” and hands me a wadded up five. I showed him and pointed out that it was a five but don’t worry about it, this looked really bad. So he pulls out more wadded up bills and since I have keen eyes for spotting denominations from a mile away I see the one on top is a $100. He says, “Here is a little more” and I take the $100, thanked him and he said “Sorry it’s not $50”. I thanked him and giggled the whole way back to the garage.

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