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If you're wondering who writes a blog about being a Vegas escort girl, I'll answer that… I do. You can call me Molly. That's a fake name, of course, but hardly anyone knows my real one.
One of the most common questions people ask me is how I ended up making my money in Vegas. I usually tell them that I've always loved being intimate with people or that a wealthy girlfriend introduced me to the life, but those are mostly lies.
The truth is that I grew up in South Dakota with a single mom who tried her best to take care of me. When I told her that I wanted to be an actress, she cleaned out her meager savings account and hired an acting coach. He said I had the looks for it, and certainly the skill, but not the location. Later, when my classes were over, he said that if I ever make it to Hollywood I should give him a call. (I still haven't called him.) After that, I put my acting dream on the back burner.
Get Out And Do Something!
Fast forward a few years and I was graduating high school. My mom told me I needed to get a job and then my best friend told me that she was making a killing doing bikini modeling. So, I told my mom that I got an interview at a local mall and then I went off with my friend to her photo shoot. The photographer loved me and gave me my own photo shoot. My friend and I walked away with $1,000 each that day. I was instantly hooked on the money.
I told my mom that I got the job at the mall and that I was working five days a week to help with bills. The truth is that I was working once a week and spending the other four days exercising, relaxing or maybe driving to the next city for a new outfit. The unspent money went in a box labeled “Hollywood.”
This went on for awhile and, one day over lunch, I found out that the photographer was just a wealthy private collector. When he admitted this, I wanted to know why. His answer? He got off to the pictures when we left each session. At first I was grossed out, but I'd had my share of boyfriends, and soon I was thinking.
A Crazy Relationship
A few weeks later, I asked the photographer out to lunch again. I was still kind of offended, so I likened our photo shoots to him tricking us into prostitution. We come over, he gets off. This conversation over lunch somehow led to us having sex later that day. After we had sex, he gave me a gift... The gift was in the form of $6,000. While I sat naked and in shock at his generosity, he told me to forget about bikini shoots and that I should come back in two weeks for another lunch date. I did. Now I was hooked on both the money and the connection we'd had.
This went on for almost a year, and, by that time I had plenty of money saved up thanks to the photographer's generous nature. When my friend asked why I hadn't been doing bikini shoots with the guy for awhile, I told her what was going on. She confronted him and then, he fired both of us. He said I should have never shared our secret and he told me not to contact him again.
Off To Adult Superland, Las Vegas!
We were suddenly without our respective gigs and we were trying to figure out what to do. My friend found out that girls sometimes fly to Vegas, strip for a weekend and then come home several thousand dollars richer. Excited, we did just that. My mom caught on, at some point in the past few months, that I was “modeling.” She wasn't surprised when I told her that I was going to LA for an “acting” job. She just accepted my life and my lie, sending me off with an "I love you."
That weekend, my friend and I opened our cash boxes to buy some “classy” stripper clothes. I crossed out Hollywood and wrote “Vegas” on my box. New clothes in hand, we both got hired at a strip club in Vegas. She danced and loved it. I danced and just wanted more money.
It was my second weekend that the strip club became my personal... "Office." Give it a few more weekends and, while I was talking to one of my new Vegas friends in the upscale hotel suite he had gotten us (we were getting ready to head to dinner), he asked if I had my escort license. When I nervously said no, he said I was lucky that he wasn't a cop. I was so freaked out that I applied for one before heading back home. Just like that, I became a Vegas girl.
You could even say I'm living out my childhood dream of being an actress. I'm just in a different city and I don't act in front of cameras. Instead, I act for wealthy patrons. They know I'm acting and they pay me top dollar to make them forget that fact. Same as the ladies on the big screens, walking down the red carpet.
So there you have it, that's how I got started. I'm going to stop here for now, that's enough sharing for one session. Plus, you'll learn almost anything you'd want to know about me from my blog posts. Also, if you haven't already, hop over to the “About My Blog” section to learn a bit more about what you can expect from me. In a blogging context, of course. ;)
