Once upon a time I lived in Las Vegas for a few months and I worked as a house mother. This doesn't mean I dressed up as a maid, nor did I wear pantyhose.
My main job was to take care of three women. I did readings for them and offered them protection. I believe it was spiritual protection because I wasn’t a pimp.
I was offered this job while I was working for a place called Annie of Paris at the Stardust Hotel and Casino. I had many types of clientele ranging from TV stars to normal people. Is there such a thing as normal people that live in Vegas?
What you see in Vegas stays in Vegas? That's not the perception that I got.
I was a massage therapist for the salon as well as doing my readings. One of the clients that came in was a man who asked for me personally.
At first I didn't know what this visit was about, but as I was giving him a massage, he said he was on a search for people who could help out his wife. It sounded legitimate at first, but then he mentioned that he needed somebody to sleep with his wife.
This was another one of those jobs that was appealing to say at least! I asked him what he meant by that and where he would be at the time. He said he had lived in another state and his wife had came to Vegas to work. His wife was a stripper and a prostitute.
He then told me that if I wanted to have sex with her it would be alright with him, but that it was up up to her and I.
I did meet and talk with her but we did not have sex because I wanted to focus on the job I was given, which was to sleep with her at night and protect her from intruders that might break into the house.
At first she carried a gun, but I felt uncomfortable, so I asked her not to bring the gun to bed with us. After all I wasn't sleeping with Dirty Harry!
Although a few intruders did come in I was able to help calm them down. I was used as a peacemaker through God's angelic realm. Most of the men that broke into the house were cooperative so I was able to handle these situations in a peaceful manner with consideration and love.
Sometimes the men would climb tough the window because they were obsessed over the girl, but by the end of the evening we were sitting down and talking over tea and crumpets . It was really a sandwich and coke but it work out fine. secret societies gentlemen's club sapphire strip club