Jami Rodman - The Las Vegas Madam

The Las Vegas Madam

The Escorts
The Clients
The Truth

Jami Rodman
AKA

Haley Heston

DISCLAIMER

All the stories in this book are true.

While I have tried to portray the information and events as accurately as possible, most are personal recollections and therefore are biased to my point of view.

I have also taken some creative license in recreating conversations.

All names and identifying details have been changed to protect the privacy of individuals. In order to maintain anonymity in some instances I have also changed the names of places, and characteristics such as physical properties, occupations, and residence.

All the facts and figures I have used are referenced. The thoughts and opinions in this book are mine only and do not represent those who I have met along the way.

The Las Vegas Madam
The Escorts, The Clients, The Truth

2016 by Jami Rodman. All rights reserved.

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(print) ISBN-13: 978-0996568203

(e-book) ISBN-13: 978-0-9965682-1-0

1. Memoir 2. Erotica 3. Love and Relationships 4. Womens Studies 5. Sociology First Edition

Dedication

Although this is a provocative story about prostitution, most arent. Its a world filled with secrets, loneliness, uncertainty, sadness, and all too often, broken hearts. This is just bits and pieces Ive pulled out, and thats all. Real life is complex. I got lucky, most dont. This story is for themthe families pulled into the mess, the misplaced mothers, the lost children, the stolen lives. May tomorrow be a better day.

Contents

part one

CHAPTER 1

The Big Secret

We locked eyes and I strolled toward him like a cat on a fence.

I pulled into valet at the Paris casino, opened the car door, and slid a lean, polished leg to the ground. The lights glinted off the gold in my stiletto and into the corners of my eyes. It was nearly midnight and the city had just woken up. I loved that time of night in Vegas. The city pulsed with excitement, with all the beautiful people all in one place, all for the same thingto lose themselves, or nd themselves, in the City of Sin.

Careful with the heels, I reminded myself. I sometimes felt guilty for spending a thousand dollars on a pair of shoes that could have covered three months of cheap Vegas rent, or car payments. But the more often I made a thousand (or more) a night, the more I forgot it used to take me a month to make that money back home. Now, it was a business expense, and I would make it back tonight. Plus, those sleek black leather Louboutins with the iconic red soles made me feel like I was on top of the world. They made me feel sexy. And that was exactly why I was in demand.

Often a trace of uncertainty ickered through my mind before a date. Dating for a living was like blind dating all the time, and even after Id been doing it successfully every day for a few years, it only got easier because I adapted. It never felt completely natural.

I caught the peppery whiff of a cigar and watched the smoke swirl into the canopy of lights above. Bronzed bodies edged their way through the crowd and a drone of chatter rose above the music. I took a deep breath and sucked it all in. This was what I likedthe vibrations, the hum, the lullaby of Las Vegas. I dismissed the anxiety. I forgot about everything but the night ahead. Yesterday didnt matter and neither did tomorrow.

I paused to text SamSee you in 15!then swiped on an extra coat of gold-ecked lip gloss, tugged my dress down, and psyched myself up.

Sam had hired me to be his date for the evening. We would have drinks, maybe dinner, then gamble. If I was lucky at the tables, I might make a few thousand extra. As I thought about it all, I felt that telltale tingle down there. I wasnt sure if it was the money, the thrill, or the thought of getting laid, but I was nally getting pumped.

I wove my way through the busy casino, past the slot machines, over the slippery cobblestones, and up the steps of Ballys toward Sams favorite bar. I spotted him before I even got close. He was wearing a dark suit, round sunglasses, and a long checkered silk scarfa tad overdressed for Ballys, but it was Vegas, after all. I glanced at my watch. Three minutes to go.

Just then Sams gaze landed on me. I felt that rush, an odd mix of apprehension and excitement that happened immediately before I became Haley. We locked eyes and I strolled toward him like a cat on a fence. In heels, the body naturally assumes this position. My ass was perched high in the air. The muscles of my legs were engaged, longer, leaner. I felt his eyes bore right through my skintight dress.

Sam! Its so great to see you again. I leaned in to peck his cheek.

Wow, you look divine. Great shoes.

Nice shoes yourself, I said, noticing his black pointytoed slip-ons.

He grinned. Theyre the only ones I own that arent made from alligator, theyre anaconda. Drinks in hand, he led me to a table in the back of the room.

I brought a special gift for you today, I said once we were seated. I casually uncrossed my legs and reached between them.

Sams eyes ashed as he leaned forward.

I opened my palm and plunked two silver marbles into his drink.

My vagina had been bored the past few weeks. Id heard about geisha balls, or BenWa balls, and decided to give them a try. These weighted marbles come in various sizes and are slipped inside the vagina. In order to keep them from falling out, the walls of the vagina contract, cinching them in tight, and strengthening the muscles. I had essentially been lifting weights and practicing aerobics with my vagina all day.

Ive been wearing them since this morning, I said with a wink. Im dying to try out a new trick.

He grinned and rested a hand on my knee. Thats why I love seeing youI never know what to expect.

There was an art to rst-class dating and I had mastered it. Sam paid well because he expected excellence. The basics werent difficult: a few Kegels, a full wax, and weekly rounds on the adduction machine for that three nger between-the-leg gap. But it takes a bit more to go beyond, to be an A+.

Sam wanted to feel like he was with a real girlfriend. Its like splurging on your favorite pie for dessert. You might be able to nd that pie on any corner, but homemade apple pie from Grandmas kitchen, spruced up with a scoop of vanilla bean ice cream, tastes a whole lot different than what they pull out of the fryer at McDonalds. All pie is not created equal.