I recently had dinner with an utterly ridiculous client. Now, if you read my blog, you know I'm a pretty forgiving, fun girl, but this client really pushed my buttons (after he sent me over the top).

He Thought He Knew How To Work Me

So, I met this man in his hotel room, and before I even spoke with him, we were in a hot tub getting to know each other. Things were pretty fun, he didn't mind that I didn't bring a bathing suit and he very quickly learned how to get me to react the way he wanted me to.

After I was tired from all of the hot tub time, my client asked if I'd stay for dinner. I obliged, because at this point, I really liked the man. Any man who can learn how to get me to react the way he did is usually all right in my book... But that's where my enjoyment ended, and my frustration/amusement began.

This man told me how he'd been on Las Vegas Backpage for the entire week that he'd been in the city of sin. He'd hired girl after girl, and each time, they disappointed him. Given that he was talented and fun, and that escorts are pros at having a good time, I was rather perplexed, and I was growing irritated with how vague he was being.

Read About Her Bachelor Party...

Hey everyone! So, as you know, I've been a Vegas escort girl for awhile now, and escorts do bachelor parties, so you can probably guess that I've done my fair share, right?

Wrong. I've only done about four bachelor parties. I had a really bad experience with the fourth one and I vowed not to do them anymore. It's strange to hear, I'm sure, because that's how most Las Vegas escorts make a big portion of their dough, but I can be weird sometimes, I guess.

All By Myself...

I recently changed my mind! I received a call from a very respectful man, asking me to do a bachelor party for his friend. The guy calling was the best man, as is usual, and he convinced me to do attend his upcoming bachelor party.

Now, most bachelor parties have at least two girls, but he only wanted one. This was kind of strange to me, but his reasoning was comforting. He said it was because I would just be there for Mr. Bachelor Party (mostly) and all of the guys attending were married. Eventually, he basically confessed that he was following wife orders.

So, on arriving, I laid down a few rules, and then slipped into the bathroom to get ready. My rules are largely due to my last negative experience. I won't go into detail, but...

Read About Her Bachelor Party...

Hey everyone! I know that I haven't made any posts this year, but I've been around, being the Vegas escort girl that so many know and love. ;)

So, early in January, I met a client who began taking me out on very fancy dates every night for about a week. He was very nice and seemed to be deciding if I was the right girl for something. After seven consecutive days of dates, I didn't hear from him for about a week, and then... He called!

Okay, before we go further, he'll need a name. Let's call him... Traveler. That fits.

I Almost Never Answer My Phone, But For Him...

Anyway, Traveler called me and, though I usually let calls hit voicemail, I answered it on a whim. He asked me if I would join him on a trip that would last about a month. And I said yes! The pay was good, the company was smart, sexy and steamy, and I was excited.

I had about a week to prepare and a hefty gift card (courtesy of Traveler) to get ready. He didn't tell me where we were going, just that it'd be warm and exotic, so I wasn't sure what to buy. I researched packing light and I bought a cool folding suitcase, a bunch of stunning...

Read About What She Said "Yes" To...

Hey everyone! So, as you know, I've been a Vegas escort girl for awhile now, and escorts do bachelor parties, so you can probably guess that I've done my fair share, right?

Wrong. I've only done about four bachelor parties. I had a really bad experience with the fourth one and I vowed not to do them anymore. It's strange to hear, I'm sure, because that's how most Las Vegas escorts make a big portion of their dough, but I can be weird sometimes, I guess.

All By Myself...

I recently changed my mind! I received a call from a very respectful man, asking me to do a bachelor party for his friend. The guy calling was the best man, as is usual, and he convinced me to do attend his upcoming bachelor party.

Now, most bachelor parties have at least two girls, but he only wanted one. This was kind of strange to me, but his reasoning was comforting. He said it was because I would just be there for Mr. Bachelor Party (mostly) and all of the guys attending were married. Eventually, he basically confessed that he was following wife orders.

So, on arriving, I laid down a few rules, and then slipped into the bathroom to get ready. My rules are largely due to my last negative experience. I won't go into detail, but...

Read About Her Bachelor Party...

It's been a bit since I gave you a Vegas escort girl story, so you're in for a treat. This story is from awhile back, during my earlier days as an escort.

So, it all started on Facebook. Yep, that's right. Facebook. I got a message on my profile from this sexy little blonde tart and she told me how her fiancé found me incredibly hot, and that they wanted to meet me. I directed her to my escort line and I was met with an unexpected Scottish accent! The accent has nothing to do with anything, but it was fun.

She Wanted Me In Their Mansion. For a night...

Anyway, we talked on the phone for awhile and started planning our date. We also chatted about all sorts of things. Dogs, our upbringings, staying sexy, breast implants, fishies... Just, everything. We talked for over two hours, actually. Finally, when we were finalizing our date, she dropped the (fun) bomb. She didn't want a date in a hotel room. Or a date for an hour. She wanted me in their mansion. For a night.

I was shocked at the mansion thing, but I hid it. They lived in another state and said that she'd buy me....

Read About This Adventure...

I'm writing this from a coffee shop. That's right, Vegas escort girl blogging in a coffee shop. Because I'm lonely. I know, I know, it seems silly to be a lonely escort, but I am. Why? Well, my lifestyle is prohibitive. Let me tell you about Clive, and maybe you'll understand...

One Day When I Was Really Sad...

One day, when I was feeling lonely and getting ready to go out with a client, my phone rang. My client was on the other end. My sexy, tall, dark, handsome client. The client that I wanted to spend the evening with. We were supposed to cuddle up in a hotel room, nice and naked and happy. What happened, though? He canceled. He told me to keep what he'd sent me and that he wouldn't be back in Vegas. After this, I was kinda sad. I... really liked this client. His name wasn't Clive though. We're almost to Clive.

Feeling sad that my client canceled on me, but happy that I was getting paid for my evening off, I hit the town. I went to a coffee shop. The same one I'm at now. And then, I got restless and I left. So, after meandering around, went to a pet store...

Read About Clive...

As a Vegas escort girl, I don't exactly pick the people I spend time with. And even if I did, there'd be a lot that I don't know about them. Think about it... You don't know everything about your friends, and some of your friends might even by my clients. Imagine how little I can learn about a person when we set up an appointment. It's part of the fun. I show up and go on a date with someone that I know nothing about, then I spend the date learning whatever they want me to. 

One time... It totally took me by surprise.

The night started with a client telling me that I would be his date at a business meeting. He asked me to wear something sexy, yet classy. I went with a floor-length black gown that showed off my lower back and a hint of cleavage. My hair was in a French twist and I was wearing one of my favorite pairs of emerald green stilettos. When I met the man, I was please to see that we matched. He was in a deep black suit with an emerald green tie. It was perfect.

We were the first of his party to arrive and we sat facing each other at the end of a long table. After introductions, he told me how nice I looked and mentioned a hotel room with a hot tub that could ease the pain caused by my stilettos. He offered a foot rub, too. I never turn down foot rubs.

Read More About The Fetishists...

So, I moved several states away from home to become a Vegas escort girl, but sometimes I'm still afraid that I'll meet someone that I know. It's an inherent fear. What if my high school math teacher hires me?! That sort of thing. Well, it hasn't happened many times, but I did meet someone from my hometown once. And he was friends with my Mother.

Enjoying The Date...

The date started out really nice, honestly. He sent a limo to pick me up. Normally, I do my own commuting, but he was using a limo service I trust, so I went with it. I enjoyed a nice, 30-minute ride in the limo (never mind that for 20 of those minutes, we were stuck in traffic) and I was dropped off at a fancy restaurant that I'd never been to. I checked my dress and makeup, and then I headed inside to find my table. The man was already waiting for me, at the table he had reserved a week ago. I thought he looked familiar, but some people just have those faces.

Pushing the thought aside, I introduced myself and sat down. He asked me if I'd accompany him to a business get together after dinner, I said yes, and then he told me his name. I knew the name. My Mom had just went on about this guy two weeks ago, about how he's a work friend and how he's really nice. She even linked me to his Facebook page. When she said he had an upcoming business trip, I didn't ask to where, but now... Now I knew his business trip was to Vegas. And I was his arm candy.

Read More About This Client...

So, as a Vegas escort girl, I've met some of my clients in very interesting ways, but there's only one client that I refer to as my accidental client. He is one of my favorite clients and, to be honest, sometimes I wish he was more than a client. But, things are the way they are, and our circumstances are pretty funny.

Something Unexpected...

One morning, I was out jogging in a park near my home dressed in cute, tight shorts, a baggy tank top and headphones. Unfortunately, on that day, my headphones had decided that they didn't want to work. In fact, they tried playing an awful garbled imitation of my song when I turned on my iPod, so I just gave up on music. Which meant my mind was wandering. And so were my eyes.

While jogging along, wondering if I looked cute (See why I usually listen to music? Only superhumans look cute jogging...), my eyes wandered ahead of me and straight onto the face of a cute, clearly superhuman, jogger. He was just jogging along, toward me, looking amazingly cute. Without thinking, I flashed him a smile and a wink as he passed, then went back to my random thoughts. As I was getting lost in a particularly odd train of thought about ducks, I felt a tap on my shoulder and realized that there were footsteps pounding along behind me. I stopped immediately and turned around to see that I had almost tripped Mr. Cute Jogging Superhuman.

Find Out About Mr. Cute Jogging Superhuman...

Today's post about my life as a Vegas escort girl is a bit different than the rest. I'm going to tell you what I did today, from start to finish (well, to writing this to you, at least), because I think it's nice. :)

This morning, I woke up, had my morning cuppa, worked out and was planning on a relaxed day, doing a whole lot of nothing. That changed, however, when the phone rang as I was getting out of my workout clothes. Mind you, I have multiple phones, but this one is one I commonly use for long-time customers. I answered and found a client that I haven't heard from in a LONG TIME on the other end.

"I told him that I would violate my off-day to see him"

Just as I was about to tell him that today is one of my off days, he told me something that I respected. A lot. He said that when he was my regular client, long ago, he was single, but he recently got married. Then, he told me that he was in town and that he'd like to see me. Just as I was readjusting my view of him, to a different moral standing, he said that he would like to take me out shopping as a thank you for playing the role that I did in his life. And so, I acted very out of character, and I told him...

Read More About Her Long Time Client...

So, you're probably already wondering what a post about ritual sacrifice is doing on a Vegas escort blog. I don't blame you. I'm wondering that, too. I've been a Vegas escort girl for some time, but I still have firsts. Like... Earlier this month I had a first. With a Wiccan client.

Now, I've had Wiccan clients before. I've had clients from dozens of religions (some of which, you really wouldn't expect). But I've never had a client hire me to participate in a ritual before. He told me up front and he didn't try to con me into anything. I almost said no, but curiosity killed the cat.

He Was Performing A Wiccan Ritual..

This client hired me to come spend time with him a bit out of Vegas. More like, in the dessert. Where he was performing a Wiccan ritual. I let him drive me there, against my better judgment. He told me a little bit about what he was doing, and that it involved blood and sacrifice.

We got out to his designated spooky site and he asked me to sit in the car while he prepared for his ritual. He put on a black, hooded robe and then he inscribed a pentagram on the ground, about 5" 5" across (that's my height...) He soon started using a stick to...

Read About The Ritual Sacrifice...