Money’s on the Dresser: Escorting, Porn and Promiscuity in Las Vegas (15 page)

Teddy asked if I wanted to go to the backroom, and I said sure. Benjamin went up to Javier and asked him to do us a favor and lower the lights a little bit more so we could have some more privacy. Benjamin gave Javier money to let us use one of the larger areas known as the champagne room, which was sectioned off for VIP patrons. Teddy led me by the hand and through the beads to the vinyl-covered sofa in the back. He brought me in close to him and I nearly melted as our bodies touched.

What was happening? Guys would sometimes spend hundreds to thousands of dollars to be with me, and this one guy brings me in for a hug and I nearly melted into the floor. How did I become the client? He told me to take a seat and he began to perform for me. He had absolutely no rhythm and he looked completely ridiculous dancing to the music being played. I didn’t care though... he looked like the man of all my fantasies and I just enjoyed watching him. He climbed on top of me and straddled his giant hairy tree-trunk legs around me and started grinding my dick with his ass, and flexed his muscles for me. The whole thing seemed ridiculous and I wanted to tell Teddy he didn’t need to work so hard. I wanted to tell him I don’t usually have to pay for it, so there was no need to put on a show for me. All I wanted to do was hold him close, smell him, and feel his body next to mine. I didn’t need the badly choreographed dance moves, the flexing, or him saying, “Oh yeah... you like that baby?”

Teddy told me he was a hundred percent completely straight, so he probably wouldn’t get hard, but I didn’t care. He seemed perfectly okay with doing what he was doing, and I just enjoyed feeling him on top of me. Between having sex with my client earlier and giving about thirty lap dances, I was exhausted and didn’t even care. I wasn’t in the mood to get off, and my time with Teddy wasn’t even about fucking, jerking off, or having an orgasm. He continued dancing on top of me and I leaned in to hug his massive body. I wasn’t interested in his dick or how hard it could get. I just wanted to feel his body next to mine and it felt amazing, A rush came over me. I had sex and body contact with people every day, but this felt different and it left me speechless. I didn’t want it to end, but knew that after about six songs, it was time to pack it up. I began to ask where Benjamin was, and Teddy said he was waiting for us outside the room.

“Didn’t Benjamin want to watch us do stuff?” I asked. I figured he would at least want some kind of show if he was paying to give another dancer a lap dance.

“Nah. Benjamin just wanted you to have fun.”

“Oh, wow. Okay,” I said in disbelief. It struck me as odd that this man seriously wanted nothing out of this except for me to have a good time. Teddy and I finished up and we went looking for Benjamin. When we found him outside the room, he asked if I had fun. I smiled, turned red and said, “Yeah. A lot of fun. Thank you.” Benjamin was happy to do it, and it made up for the experience earlier that night where I lost out on the money the one guy owed me.

“Hey, listen, Christopher. I was wondering if you would be into going back to Teddy’s place with us. He said he’s into the three of us getting together.” I wasn’t sure if I had anything left in me to give anyone, but the idea of getting to experience more of Teddy was tempting. At this point, I was so exhausted from the day walking around the city, meeting my client, dancing in the club for five hours, all the lap dances and standing on my feet, I wasn’t sure if I would be able to make it through anymore.

“Teddy lives close to here, and if we go back to his place, you guys can do whatever you want and I’ll watch. All I need to do is stop by the bank first. Your rate is three hundred dollars, right?”

“Yes, three hundred,” I said. So Benjamin was going to pay me to watch me get together with a man hotter than the ones I even fantasized about? How could I say no to that? I packed up my stuff, and we were off to find a Chase ATM. Teddy lived close by in a high-rise apartment building in Hell’s Kitchen. He lived alone in his one-bedroom, and the place was pretty nice. We sat around talking for a bit, but Benjamin could see I was growing more and more tired as the time approached 3 a.m. We moved into the bedroom to get things started, and Teddy and I began to get undressed. I saw a machine sitting next to his bed with a hose coming out of it attached to a face mask similar to something you’d see in an operating room.

“Is that for snoring?” I ask.

“Yeah. I had to get it because my snoring drives my girlfriend crazy. I am the loudest sleeper and she can’t stand it when she spends the night.”

Does your girlfriend know you’re bringing guys back to the room?
I wanted to know, but instead I just smiled and nodded. A snoring machine and a girlfriend? Definitely not two things I want to associate with the man of my dreams before we were about to get it on. I had to block these images out as we started to fool around.

Teddy wasn’t hard, but he turned on his Oscar-winning acting skills and really pretended to get into it with me. We went at it for a few minutes, and I began stroking my cock. I knew I could cum anytime, but I wanted to make it last for at least a few minutes. Benjamin continued to watch us and stroke his dick as Teddy started fucking my mouth with his cock, growing harder and harder. His dick went from limp, to semi-hard, and I guess whatever it was he was fantasizing about began to work, because he seemed to eventually get into it. I kept stroking my dick, and Teddy began thrusting his cock down my throat deeper and deeper. Finally, I came and Benjamin rushed down to lick up every last drop of my load, and soon after he also came. Teddy lay next to me and let me suck his dick until he came, and we all lay there for a few minutes before we got up and collected our stuff. It was already well after three, and Benjamin offered to drive me back to my place. He lived close to where I was staying, so he didn’t mind dropping me off on his way home. We said our good-byes to Teddy and made our way home. Benjamin and I agreed to stay in touch, and he continues to check in with me every few months or so to see how I am doing.

I crawled into bed that night exhausted and worn out. I was satisfied with how everything turned out and the money I made, but part of me was still pissed off about the guy who ripped me off. I have a hard time letting go of things, so I decided to take out his iPad and see what was on it. His Facebook account was open, so I wrote on his wall, “I just wanted to let everyone know I am a drunk-ass tool,” and went to bed. The next day, I woke up to find his wall flooded with messages like, “Yeah... we know,” or “I could have told you that twenty years ago.” Apparently, everyone already knew this man’s character.

Later that night, Javier contacted me and told me he knew I had the iPad and I had to give it back. The guy had returned to the bar with the police, and they were going to arrest me if I didn’t give it back to him immediately. Javier reasoned with them and they agreed they wouldn’t press charges if I gave the iPad back to him and he would return it to the cops. Okay, this stripper drama was getting to be too much and I knew I had gone too far. I told him I would give it back, mainly because Javier was pretty sweet, and the last thing I wanted to do was give him any trouble after he went out of his way to bring me into his club to dance. We agreed to meet the following night so I could give him the iPad, but before I did, I decided to have another look on it.

This man had posted several ads on various websites and responded to dozens of ads inquiring about anonymous hotel fuck-fests and ads inquiring about torture, rape scenarios, and severe physical abuse and humiliation. This guy was seriously looking into getting tied up, gagged, raped, and humiliated, and he was a frequent user on the Craigslist personals section. I was a little shocked but reminded myself that this stuff must happen all the time, and I guess I shouldn’t be surprised, because it was New York City, after all.

Part Two

After discussing with Javier where we were going to meet so I could give him back the iPad, I was sitting in Joe’s living room trying to figure out how I was going to get myself into Manhattan that afternoon. Ever since I got to town I had been trying to figure out the subway system and kept resorting to taking cabs and the available car services in Astoria. I knew the trains were cheaper and easy once you got to know them, but after running around all day and dealing with clients, I preferred the car service. Who wouldn’t?

That afternoon Joe was at work and I was in the apartment, and one of his roommates named Scott was getting ready to head out for the day. Earlier, I had received a text from Joe saying his roommates were upset with him and they wanted me out of their apartment. I had asked him why and he told me he had no idea. I decided to confront Scott now, but told myself to remain calm because I was the guest in their home and I was sure it was just a misunderstanding.

Scott told me—and the other roommate later confirmed it—that Joe had never asked them if I could stay with them; instead, they were told the day I arrived that I would be staying for two days and I had been given a spare key for the apartment. On day three of my visit, they were confused as to why I was still hanging around the apartment and began to get pissed off. Their anger wasn’t directed toward me but at Joe. Apparently, according to his roommates, communication was not something he was good at, and neither was paying bills on time, cleaning, and being courteous. Scott told me I could stay if I wanted to, but he at least wanted to make me aware of the situation.

“No, thanks,” I said. “I came here for a vacation not to be in the middle of some roommate drama bullshit.” I thanked him for letting me stay with them and apologized for the misunderstanding. I told him I had done everything on my part to be sure it was okay that I stayed there. Joe, on the other hand, had acted oblivious to what was happening, and I was left dealing with the brunt of his housemates’ anger and frustration. Even when I tried to ask Joe about the situation via text message, he had no idea what was going on and couldn’t understand why his roommates were ganging up on him.

I had no energy to deal with any of this so I just decided to wash my hands of it and get a place to stay in the city. I ended up finding a hotel online, called a car service to pick me up, and made my way into the city within the next hour.

I was upset by the whole situation and annoyed I was now going to have to pay about eight hundred dollars to stay in a hotel for a few nights. I was going to be making money while I was there, but there wasn’t much point in spending all this money to go to New York if all the money I was making was going directly to pay for my trip. I was trying to be a cost effective hooker here and barely breaking even was not was I was aiming for. Oh well, I knew I had to change my mindset and try not to focus on my anger or disappointment in the situation because I knew nothing could change it.

On my way into the city to my hotel, a young man in his late twenties named Marcelo began texting me. He made it clear he really wanted to meet up but was unsure as to whether or not it would fit into his schedule that day. I suggested we meet that afternoon because I wanted to have time to go get tickets to a Broadway show that night. We threw some times back and forth and he basically told me it was going to have to be within an hour or so or it probably wouldn’t happen because he had to be somewhere later that afternoon. Now that I was paying for the hotel I felt like I was going to have to literally sell my ass even more to make a profit from this trip. I agreed to meet him at four o’clock in my hotel room.

I got to the hotel shortly after three, and I knew I was going to be pressed for time before he got there, so I didn’t waste a moment as soon as I checked in and got to my room. The hotel was called the Pod Hotel on East Fifty-first Street, and it looked like it had been renovated recently. The room was definitely “cute,” even though there was only a few feet of space around the perimeter of the double bed, and the window faced a large brick building. The room was modern, simple, and looked like it had been furnished by IKEA. I figured it would suffice. I opened my suitcase and began unpacking and throwing shit everywhere as I searched for an enema in my bag. As soon as I found it I began the process of cleaning myself out and making sure I was squeaky clean for Marcelo. As I sat on the toilet, I noticed I could literally touch the shower and bed with both my hands at the same time. Damn... you gotta love New York City hotels.

After I was done, I jumped in the shower and scrubbed every part of my body to make sure I smelled impossibly fresh and ready for my client. It felt like a mad rush to get settled into the room, make it look presentable, and get myself ready before he arrived, but I somehow managed to do it all before he knocked on my door at 4:01.

I opened the door to find one the hottest Italian men I had ever seen. He was about five-foot-ten, with black hair, tanned skin, and a chiseled masculine face. He was standing there with a jacket and backpack on with a nervous smile on his face. He looked like he wanted to hurry up and get in my room in fear of someone he knew seeing him. I smiled and invited him in immediately. I didn’t know what this guy wanted to do, but whatever it was I knew I would do it willingly. I thought,
This gorgeous man is going to pay me to have sex with him? I would gladly pay him twice my hourly rate to simply stare at his naked body and maybe touch his chest.
One word to describe him would be breathtaking.

As soon as he stepped inside the room, he asked if he could hang up his jacket. I pointed to the closet, which was directly behind him, and told him to feel free to throw everything in there. He took out a hanger and neatly placed his jacket on it and hung it back up and put his bag in the closet. His biceps were huge and his pecs were busting through his tight gray V-neck T-shirt, which looked like he bought from American Apparel. He was wearing a gold chain around his neck, a gold watch, and a gold ring on his right index finger. Immediately I thought,
What a fucking hot-ass Guido,
and I couldn’t believe I was about to have sex with this closeted, hot, overly tanned Italian macho man and get paid three hundred dollars to do so.