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VEGAS LIFE: THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY
To gleefully get off of Taylor for a bit, I had a situation at work last night that prompts this blog.
Vegas is home to many entertainers, entrepreneurs, real estate moguls, regular folk and alas, hookers, high-priced call girls/escorts and strippers. Now working in high-priced lingerie and accessories, I come across many celebs, tourists, locals and ladies of the night. They all come into my store and being very personable, I tend to get to know my customers. Last night was no different except that last night changed my view completely.
To preface, I have many clients. I clientele my customers and e-mail them, phone them etc. They are aware of new merchandise and kept updated on their favorite designers. They order from me from all over the world. We are an exclusive boutique and very well known. So it comes to pass that I would have a wide array of clients from all walks of life. I have several strippers who are locals and a few hmmm, for lack of a nicer phrase, hookers. Last night however was different. The glitz and glamour of Las Vegas is not lost on many. Tourists are in awe of our fair city and its neon lights. They love the entertainment, restaurants, shows, shopping. Vegas is truly a remarkable place for all who dare to visit. It is also a very dangerous place, especially for star-struck young ladies who see Vegas as a meal ticket out of a life of drudgery. We keep tabs on our ladies here. Every cop, security guard etc, knows their names, faces and we keep them in line. They do not walk the streets as some might think. They do not parade around stopping cars. They are in the casinos, sure, but escorted out as soon as spotted. This, however, doesn’t stop the new ones or the cagey ones from soliciting. I watch it happen in front of me from time to time. The interesting part of it is, it is usually the men that are doing the soliciting, not the girls. Now some of these ho’s are downright scary. Most are not all that attractive. Honestly. Even the high-priced ones have a “hard” look to them. They have been beaten down and abused and it shows. They do it for the money, not the sex. One of my stripper clients, said when she is done dancing: “I go backstage and throw up, I can’t look at a man for hours”. This reflects the feeling of most of the girls. Sure they hook up with the wealthy guys and sleep with them. They are wined and dined and bought beautiful clothes and jewelry. “Sasha” said you just close your eyes and remember what it’s like to be dirt poor and living on the streets”. How sad is that. She is 24, relatively attractive, has a decent body and wishes sometimes she would just die. I talk to her about once a week. I have begged her to get out of it, but she said you just can’t stop. You dance for your living and the sex and bullshit is the other side of it. The guys for the most part treat you well, but you know there is no respect. Because once it’s all said and done, they go home to their wives until they find their next excuse to visit Vegas. Just like the guys who come into the store shopping with their wives and buy condoms behind their backs, pay cash quickly, take them out of the box and stuff them in their pockets with a don’t tell comment. Makes me sick.
Last night before I was leaving, a young lady came in my store with a man. An odd couple for sure. She was very pretty, very tall, long brown hair, great body, beautiful shy smile. He was older, short and weighed about 250 I would guess. I thought her father maybe, but I knew better. She wanted something “special” for the night. I sighed and started showing her our bustiers etc. When I had her in the fitting room, he told me he was going outside to make some calls. Now this guy wasn’t seedy or anything, looked just like a regular Joe. He was quiet and nice. She was very shy and hesitant. She said she had never bought lingerie before and didn’t really know her size. That one always puzzles me, but I measured her, fitted her and we chatted. She kept looking around, wanting to talk but also avoiding eye contact. Now of course I’m older than she, but at some point I must have made her feel comfortable. We joked a bit about partying and Vegas and age. She laughed and said: “you’re too old to be young and too young to be old” (great line right there ladies). We found the perfect Simone Perele bustier ensemble for her right down to the stockings. As she was paying, she all of a sudden got real nervous. She went outside to talk to “him” (she needed more money). When she came back, I gave her the purchase and as I’m thanking her, she looked down at me, (she was 5′11) and said: “help me please”. Now that made me feel like I had been kicked in the gut. I looked into her eyes and said: “honey, what’s wrong, what can I do?”. She said: “I don’t want to go with him”. He’s nice but I can’t do this”. I felt sick to my stomach and had to think fast. I knew he would be back in the store in a minute and my heart was sinking. I told her, just go, leave, I’ll stall him. She said: “I have nowhere to go, I want to go home”. I asked her how old she was, she said 22 and I believed her. I took her into the fitting room and told her to sit there, until I could figure out what to do. Thankfully, he hadn’t come back to the store yet. I grabbed my co-worker Jen and she stayed with her, I went outside and found the guy. I told him that I didn’t know what was going on, but that she wasn’t gonna be leaving with him. I told him to get lost or I would have security escort him off our property. He looked at me stunned. He was pissed and embarrassed. I was shaking. I don’t usually confront “johns” if you know what I mean. But, honestly, I didn’t know what else to do. After a brief argument, he yelled: “that bitch took my money”! I said, well make more, now get lost. He left as he saw security approaching. I explained to Nick what was going on and Nick very politely followed the guy off our property.
When I got back to the store, she was crying. I gave her the money back, took the bustier back and asked her who I could call. She asked me if I would call her mom in Oregon. She wanted to go home. She just wanted to go home. I took “Laura” into the office and I called her mom. Her mom was crying so hard, said she was worried sick and hadn’t heard from Laura in over a month. I called our concierge and explained what had happened and what was going on. They sent someone up to talk to the mother and they made travel arrangements to get Laura home. As Laura was preparing to leave with the concierge, her mom called the store back and thanked me. She said before hanging up, Laura is 17.
Tears sprung to my eyes, as I watched her walk away, she turned and mouthed Thank you. A little girl lost in a big world she doesn’t understand.
How many of them are out there? Too many for my mind to wrap around. I’m just glad that one little girl, with dreams and visions of grandeur in her eyes, had the sense to say two little words. HELP ME!
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7 Responses to “VEGAS LIFE: THE GOOD, THE BAD AND THE UGLY”
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Ijustdon’tgetit Says:
May 21, 2008 at 12:37 pm
Oh wow. I got teary reading that. 17? Thank God you were able to help her. You may have just saved a life. So many people think that the life of a “call girl”, escort, hooker, whatever you may want to call them is like Julia Roberts and her prince charming, Richard Gere, will arrive with roses and take her away. I wonder how many hookers are killed everyday that we never hear about? I can’t imagine living that life. And you are right. That is a GREAT line “you are too young to be old and too old to be young”. I may have to borrow that one.
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mforphans3 Says:
May 21, 2008 at 2:00 pm
Thanks I (you need a shorter name lol). It was a sad situation. Truly, felt for the girl and I’m glad it worked out and I hope she works things out at home. Her mom was really terrified and thankful.
The comment was great, (especially when I found out it came from a 17 year old). I’m not old, I’m not young just caught somewhere in between. And believe me I can party with the best of them.
Peace! Anniversary blog coming soon.
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votem Says:
May 21, 2008 at 6:43 pm
Morph, your post was disturbing but I’m so glad it had a happy ending! You were very brave and bold confronting the ‘john’, especially an angry one. I think you truly did save “Laura’s” life. She cried out for help and you were there to help her and you DID help her. Many would have washed their hands of the situation or felt too powerless or scared to help.
I know of this one amazing young lady who has spent the last few years with an organization who befriends runaway teens and prostitutes. She tries to help them, counsel them, feed them, get them off the mean streets. She gets calls in the night when they are suicidal, she takes them to hospital when they get mauled by ‘johns’ or pimps, and she mourns deeply when a few take their own lives. Some of what she writes in her newsletter is deeply disturbing, but there are a few happy endings. Perhaps Laura’s life is going to get back on track, thanks to you!
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votem Says:
May 21, 2008 at 6:53 pm
Once a man was walking along a beach. The sun was shining and it was a beautiful day.
Off in the distance he could see a young boy going back and forth between the surf’s edge and and the beach.
Back and forth the boy went.
As the man approached, he could see that there were hundreds of starfish stranded on the sand as the result of the natural action of the tide.
The man was stuck by the the apparent futility of the task. There were far too many starfish. Many of them were sure to die.
As he approached, the boy continued the task of picking up starfish one by one and throwing them back into the sea.
As he came up to the boy he said, “You must be crazy ! There are thousands of miles of beach covered with starfish. You can’t possibly make a difference.”
The boy looked at the man. He then bent down and picked up one more starfish, and threw it back into the sea. He turned back to the man and said,
“But it made a difference to that one”
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SexySapphire Says:
May 22, 2008 at 9:51 am
I hope Laura got home safely with her mother. I’m sure the reunion was quite tearful, but both have another chance together. Wow, I don’t know if I would be gutsy enough to confront a john, but it didn’t surprise me that you did Morph. Major kudos to you. I hope they call the store a few months down the road and give an update.
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C Says:
May 22, 2008 at 5:06 pm
What’s the password, please?
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SexySapphire Says:
May 23, 2008 at 3:28 pm
Votem is admin over here with Morph, so I’m assuming they are the only ones that can give out the pw. They should be with you shortly C. 
