Did anyone miss me? I'm freakin' exhausted. Four days in Vegas at the CES and Adult Entertainment Expo shows took its toll on me. I guess I'm not Peter Pan. It seems I temporarily forgot I'm not as young as i was when i was young. And altho I can still, for the most part, party with the best of them, I'm paying for it now. My body hurts in places I didn't even know were part of my body! I did win about $700 playing 3-card poker at the Venetian the first night I was there so that was cool. And I won it in about 15 minutes of play and, since I wasn't yet hammered, I had the discipline to get up and leave the table! Of course, all that meant was that, after i colored out and DID get hammered, i had more cash to blow on excessive, compulsive, irresponsible, shameless-yet-generous behavior. What? You didn't think i got all responsible and ****t and tucked that cash away to bring home with me did you? I haven't become my Dad just yet.
Here's a snapshot of our own Kori Rae. I hooked Kori and well-known glam model, Nikita Lea, up with a company who was exhibiting. The girls got to sit on their duffs all day looking pretty, flashing less-than-sincere sexy smiles, and signing autographs on slicks in the company's booth. Both Kori and Nikki had worked as models in a lingerie video for this company. Cool for them-- they got to stay in the Bellagio on someone else's dime and took home some pretty decent pay for their time and patience dealing with a bunch of out-of-control, testosterone-pumped, fanboys. But they got to party too!
In the pic, Kori's with JC's Girls: a Christian outreach group who wants to save glamour models, strippers, and porn stars from, well, from the likes of me. Hehehheheh... JC's Girls had a booth and were also going around handing out bibles and "Holy Hottie" tee-shirts to all the scarlet letter girls. They also had a couple of news crews and some print journalists hovering around them. I even managed to hook myself up with a female reporter from the London Observer (i think that's what its called) and they're buying some images from me. I'm so mercenary, huh.
(Note: You might find it amusing to know that the dude on the left with the bare chest, nipple ring, tattoos, and handlebar mustache ain't a dude. He's a she! Yep! I swear! And i know this for a fact. What a whacky world we live in!)