It was my Dad and I's first visit to Vegas. My Dad's another monger from back in the day. We thought prostitution was legal in Vegas, thats why we were here. Neither one of us had gotten laid five years.
I was trying to talk him into using this site I found, but my Dad wanted to use the titty cards. He got the stones first and called for a tall, thin B-cup blonde. An hour later a short busty brunette knocked on the door.
In the room she told us the $59 was bullshit, and that she needed $300 for the chick who answered the phone; then we could talk. We figured "what the fuck", neither one of us have been laid in 5 years and this is why we came to Vegas. Then she told us she charged $1,000 per hour and it was an extra $200 if we wanted to share. We looked at each other disappointed and skeptical, then my Dad popped the question, "Can we see the goods first?"
"No problem", she stripped right down to her panties, sat on the couch, put one leg on the coffee table, pulled the lace off to one side and said, "So what do you say boys, do we have a deal?"
We couldn't get the money out fast enough.
My Dad went first and I went in my room to get ready. She followed about ten minutes later. Apparently all my Dad wanted was a blow job. I asked her to wear a fishnet body stocking and she replied, "No problem Hun, that will be another $100." Cha-Ching went my wallet and she got dressed.
My time with her went very well. She was rather enthusiastic, allowed me to change positions often, all the while answering every damn phone call she got, but that pussy didn't miss a slap. She appeared to have a lot of practice fucking and talking on the phone at the same time.
At one point she was giving me the Asian squat on the floor when the phone rang again. She got up, grabbed the phone, and hopped right back on in reverse so she could have this screaming match with her handler. She didn't miss a beat.
After that she stood, helped me up and said, "We gotta wrap this up Hun, I got someone waiting, this is your last position. How do you want to cum". I told her, "me standing and you missionary on the side of the bed." She got into position and I was just about to start my final drive when her phone rang,.....again. She gave me a look, I reached out, grabbed her cell and tossed it over. But this time I figured I'd get a little pay back. As she started talking on the phone again I reached down, tightened my cock ring one more notch and started the best jack hammer I could muster. It took a few minutes, but soon she began to loose concentration, "I think I'm going to have to call you back". I could hear the girl on the other end yelling through the phone, "ARE YOU STILL FUCKING THAT GUY, JESUS CHRIST............ "
I finally got an O out of her, unsnapped the ring and finished my business.
Not bad I thought, for the first time in five years, but my Dad really felt ripped off. Two days later I bought home a 19 year stripper and that sent him over the edge, no more for him. By the end of the week I dug up the guts (and common sense) to buy a TER VIP and the rest is history.