Oh, babe, I’m so glad you’re here. But you’re not supposed to see me now! You’re supposed to see me in person when I arrive at your hotel room door, dressed from head to toe in whatever you want me to wear. Should we go out, have fun? Or do you want to be a naughty boy and take me into your arms as you close the door?
Just don’t call me a Vegas hooker, babe. I’m so much better than that. I’m one of the many attractive women who work as Las Vegas escorts. It’s a profession. What is your job? I bet you’re so much more than that. Tell me about it. I want to know you inside and out. Kind of like how I want you to know me inside and out (pun absolutely intended, babe).
Hell, I get so hot thinking about what we’re going to do. As for me? Oh, I’m flexible (there I go with the intentional puns again). I love a nice cocktail out at a low-key bar, I like to be active, and I especially like to work your body. My fingers are divine when it comes to massages. I like to say my fingers are as delicious as my mind and my mouth. But that’s something you’ll just have to find out for yourself.
So you’re thinking of hiring an escort, what are you waiting for? Give me a call. I’m just sitting here, waiting for that naughty vibrating call. You’ll never guess where that extra strong vibration is stored. Why don’t you find out?