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Confessions of a Las Vegas Call Girl

EVEN AS ADULTS, most people invest at least a little faith in the fantastic or the unbelievable, until maturity, common sense or personal experience bankrupts that investment.

I let go of benevolent icons like Cookie Monster and Santa Claus a long time ago, but one myth, part urban legend and part quintessential male fantasy, has endured, though never proven, at least until now. I always believed there was such a thing as the high-class Las Vegas call girl—sleek, beautiful, sophisticated and intoxicatingly sexy. I was sure she existed, even though I’d never met her previously.

Of course, I’ve seen hookers in Vegas before. Some were attractive, some were not, and all were of a certain type. With all due respect to the trade, the word that consistently came to mind was whorish. Rough, tired-looking, edgy women, whose obvious agenda was to maximize profits on minimal hours, as opposed to creating an atmosphere of unbridled eroticism for their clients.

I had never crossed paths with the kind of courtesan I assumed could only be found in the Rolodex of a billionaire or a Hollywood superstar. The polished pro of my imagination scored the trifecta of “doability”—fashion-model gorgeous, Bond girl sexy and head-cheerleader enthusiastic. Still, I remained convinced she was out there, haunting the high-roller hangouts of Glitter Gulch, though I never expected to encounter her. That is, until I meet Exotic Kim.

Vietnamese, with a killer body and a beautiful, porcelain-doll face, she exudes that “How quickly can I give you a month’s salary to have your head on a pillow next to me?” allure. The rare, Julia Roberts/Pretty Woman, hooker-extraordinaire type I had thus far known only by way of movies, books and Elliot Spitzer sits right next to me in a Las Vegas hotel luxury suite, telling me in detail about how she runs the business of love.

Exotic Kim, a/k/a Ms. Kim Tao, was born in Nha Trang, a southern Vietnamese resort town known for its pristine beaches. Eight years ago, this Asian beauty, a naive college student drifting through life, made a classically foolish mistake. She got married.

“I was very young and innocent,” she recalls. “I thought girls weren’t supposed to have fun. They were just supposed to get married, so I did. I was a virgin. I didn’t know how to give my husband a blowjob. When he ate my pussy, I thought it was disgusting. Our sex life was terrible. The marriage was a disaster.”

A miserable Kim soon shed her horny and frustrated new husband, left Vietnam and migrated to the U.S. in search of a better life and the better sex that would go with it. She settled down in West Virginia, finding work as a beautician, and much to her surprise, genuine, oldfashioned true love.

“I met a guy who was in the diplomatic corps at the Bush White House,” Kim recalls. “I was crazy about him.We fucked all the time. It was great. I enjoyed sex for the first time. It was a real romance. I never was happier in my life.”

But then, inexplicably, after six months of bliss, the boyfriend abruptly dumped her. I can only assume that getting rid of a dream-worthy sexual avatar like Kim had something to do with her ex’s connection to the Bush administration, in which everyone from the President on down was firmly head-in-ass for eight years. The breakup proved to be a critical pivot point for Kim. She was sick of being monogamous, of limiting her sexual explorations to one man at a time.

“After he broke my heart, I decided I wanted to play the field,” says Kim. “I wanted attention. I wanted to have fun.”

So Kim quit teasing hair and started teasing guys’ crotches at a local strip joint. She quickly became the most popular exotic dancer at the club which, she discovered, was a mixed blessing.

“I loved to dance. Right away, I was the most popular dancer in the club. I made more money than any of the other girls. They were jealous, because I was hot and skinny and they were all fat. So the other strippers beat me up.”

Kim didn’t need a career counselor to tell her it was time to pack once more. Heading south to Palm Beach, Florida, she resumed dancing at another strip club and started hooking up with some of her adoring new patrons.

“Lots of customers took me out,” she recalled. “One really rich customer wanted to get married. I thought about it, but I didn’t like the pre-nup, so we broke up. After that, the whole Palm Beach scene got a little boring.”

Kim’s focus in life was clearly “all about the Benjamins,” so it was logical that her next move would be to a city that matched both her libido and her financial ambitions—Las Vegas.

“When I first came to Vegas to dance,” she tells me, “I thought I could do great here financially. And I did for a while. But then the recession hit.”

What was a hard-working, smokin’-hot Vietnamese girl to do? Kim was used to making a certain amount of cash, but the parade of flush customers no longer lined up for the clubs. She knew there had to be a solution, and it soon presented itself.

“One day a customer I was dating from one of the strip clubs told me about escorts on the Internet. I had no idea that kind of thing even existed, but when I looked into it, I thought being an escort could be a great idea for me. I just wanted to have fun, tons of onenight stands, and a couple ‘mil’ in the bank.”

Thus www.ExoticKimTao.com was born, and for the guys who could afford it, wishes started to come true. Hollywood actors, sports stars, powerful businessmen (none of whom she would identify for the record by name, so don’t you worry Mr. Balding Action Superstar and Mr. Famous East Coast NFL quarterback), and more than an occasional Average Joe who wanted to treat himself to the memory of a lifetime contacted Kim for her services. And here’s the best part of the story. Kim had and continues to have fun with them all.

“I love to fuck,” Kim happily declares. “I really enjoy the sex. Sometimes I’m with guys who lose $500,000 playing blackjack, and just keep me around for luck, and other times I’m with regular guys who just want to party. I offer a girlfriend experience to each of them because it’s my pleasure to do it. I am a quality companion, and luckily for me, men pay for quality.”

“I also give wet, deep-throat blowjobs with both love and eye contact,” she adds, elaborating on the secrets of her success (while I began to sweat profusely). “A good blowjob is best when a girl has a pretty face. I like it when a man comes on my face.”

Suppressing the urge to run to a ready teller and withdraw my rent money, I ask Kim about her favorite experiences since beginning escorting. She gives it some thought.

“Well, I’ve liked all my clients, but businessmen are my very favorites. They’re the most gentle, they caress my skin all night, and they take me to the fanciest dinners. One of the most fun nights I ever had was when I went over to a suite to fuck a half dozen doctors. All the guys did me privately, one at a time, except one. He bent me over a roomservice cart and pushed me around the living room as he fucked me while his buddies cheered him on. It was hysterically funny.” Kim’s practice isn’t limited to men, or to conventional forms of entertainment.

“Last week I went to a couple’s room for what I thought was going to be a threeway. It turned out the guy didn’t want to have sex. He wanted me to fist-fuck his beautiful 22-yearold girlfriend while he watched. I had never done anything like that before. It was an amazing turn-on for all three of us.” Silly me. For a minute I had thought my job was cool.

So how does Kim picture her future, endless spread-eagle over a dessert cart for fun and profit?

“I don’t plan on doing this that much longer,” she replies emphatically. “No matter what, in five years I see myself retired and rich. Maybe I’ll own a strip club.”

In the meantime, she’s performed in an Xrated video or two in Los Angeles and is eyeing her business opportunities there as well as in Vegas.

The beautiful Kim Tao smiles shyly. “One day I look forward to being married. I don’t want a boyfriend. I want a husband. The right guy. I know he’s out there, because I still believe in true love.”

True love is a debunked myth to some. But Kim Tao is already in the business of turning myths into reality. If she can make other people’s dreams come true, I’m sure one day she can do it for herself.

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