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ForrestGump Donating Member (1000+ posts) Send PM | Profile | Ignore Tue Mar-29-05 07:34 PM
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Real-life drama from the Las Vegas Strip: my favorite call girl
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nearly killed some dude

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Don't be messing with my bitches.

Disclaimer: I intend no...............oh, the hell with it: anyone who takes that wrong, or seriously, can just go Cheney their self-righteous selves

Backstory here is that the casino-hotel that currently employs me has a resident set of call girls, 'escorts,' and the like. They're not endorsed or condoned by the management, and are now and then escorted off the property by security dudes, but they're persistent and always manage to find their way back in. These are pretty gorgeous women, for the most part, and I'd guess that the Strip tends to host fewer of the burned out and scary-looking than do other parts of this community.

Anyway, there are a pair (freelancers -- entrepreneurs, if you will) who are not only perhaps the most babelicious and possibly youngest but who are just really nice and personable. Well, one of them is, anyway (of African heritage, the other being of the Hispanic persuasion), and I clicked with her from the outset, before I knew what she did for a living (hard to tell, around here, just by looks or dress). By 'clicked' I don't mean that we forged a love connection, but just that we seemed to take an instant liking to each other of the distinctly platonic variety. And I certainly don't know her well at all.

A couple of days ago, for instance, I told her about removal of my wisdom teeth -- here I handily underline the entirely non-romantic nature of our casual acquaintance (so casual that I don't even know her name) -- because she is going to have to have all four of hers removed and was concerned because she doesn't want to go under general anesthetic (the armchair psychoanalyst in me wonders somewhat if she won't feel secure being helpless in such a situation) and doesn't want to deal with pain. I was, indeed, most big-brotherly. I even suppressed the question that immediately popped to mind when she mentioned her insurance because, of course, anybody can buy a medical insurance plan and she undoubtedly makes way more money than I do.

So I was somewhat upset to hear, upon showing up to work, that she and her little friend and business partner were again escorted off the property and perhaps even arrested. Details remain unclear, but the word is that she and her friend beat the hell out of some customer -- using an iron handily provided by the hotel for their guests' convenience -- because of some payment issue. And that client then went on to have a heart attack. Not sure if he's alive or dead, but it sounds like he was alive when the ambulance arrived to rush him to the hospital.

The thing I've been wondering since then is how there could be such an issue in the first place, given that -- here I can only fall back on an impression gleaned from movies, TV, and books, never having paid for sex (other than the crippling payments and subsequent debts exerted by marriage, for which I was hardly paid back with any sex at all, dammit) -- I thought that the fiscal side of it was typically taken care of at the outset. For all I know, maybe he got a little too familiar or aggressive right at the start...I'd certainly like to think that it was self-defense. These are petite women, too, though an iron in the hand certainly acts as a bit of an equalizer. Maybe he added a menu item halfway through and then refused to pay when it was over. Heck, for all I know, he's into extreme S&M and didn't know he had a weak heart. Oh, by the way, he had both young ladies present at the same time so was either very ambitious or the incident happened before one of them left -- I don't know whether they both gave him thirty whacks (with an iron, you pervert) or if it was just one of them.

Anyway, this sort of thing happens all the time but I thought I'd pass this one on. Life rarely gets dull here. Yeah, I may not know her name, but I hope she's okay (well, yeah, the dude, too, even if he earned the beating). I'll also make sure that I never owe her money...



P.S.: I guess it's the petiteness and sweetness of this young lady that makes me wonder what on Earth happened...if it'd been the call-girl who looks almost exactly like Annie Lennox, who is almost as tall as me wears leopard-print bustiers, tight mini-skirts, and thigh-high leather boots on her incredibly long legs (seriously...she looks like an extra from Pretty Woman though, and anyone who's spent much time around here will probably agree, she doesn't entirely stand out from some of the female visitors to Vegas in this respect) I'd have no trouble believing it. Heck, I'd almost expect that particularly imposing woman to beat her clients with an iron, as part of the service.

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