It's Friday afternoon (the 27th) and I'm driving home after a few hours of studying in the library. I park in my garage and after getting out, I see a woman in the street asking me if I can do her a favor. I say sure and help her figure out which of her car taillights is broken. I assume she lives in the house across from me. The house across from me is a corner house on another street. I've met almost all of my neighbors already, so I wanted to be nice. I introduce myself and say it's nice to finally meet her. She says no, my friend lives there. "My friend, the famous porn star Kayla Coxx rents it. You said you wanted to meet your neighbors, so why don't you follow me and I can introduce you."
WTF I think to myself. Now I know this is Vegas, but that's the last thing I would've expected. I live in a new, gated housing community in the pretty rich part of Vegas. Futhermore, who the hell introduces their friend to random people as a porn star. Couldn't she have just said "my friend Kayla" like most normal people. I can't say no since I did say I wanted to meet my neighorbors, so I say I'll follow her after I close my garage.
As I close my garage, I wonder what I just got myself into. On one hand, this could be great. It could be someone as hot as Jenna Jameson. On the other hand, this could be very, very horrible. The random car girl is a few yards in front of me as I walk toward the front door. She then tells me from far away that I should come back in about 10 minutes because Kayla is mopping the floor naked.
WTF. WTF. This was too weird for me and I wanted to run away screaming. Unfortunately, Kayla tells her friend to let me in anyway and she'll just hide behind the counter. She hid behind the kitchen counter and told me to come in. I'm already in too deep and I didn't know what to do, so I came in, but made sure to keep a good distance. All I see is her face. I don't know how you small talk with a porn star, but that's what I did. "Do you film here?" "How long have you been in the business?" One thing I learned is that people seem to jump her fence and stalk her through the windows. She gave me her phone number and asked me to let her know if I notice any stalkers. "Ummmm... sure" I tell her. She says that if she ever throws a party, she'll invite me and my roommate. I thank her as I leave because I have errands to do.
Did I mention that Kayla had kind of a deep voice for a woman and had some maleish facial features? Yup. I was probably talking to a tranny porn star. Of course I can't ask her directly if she's a tranny, so I look it up on Google. Yup, I was able to confirm that I live across the street from a famous transvestite porn star. Great. Just great. In my Google search I also saw this article from the New York Daily News. Kayla Coxx is rumored to have had sex with Charlie Sheen. WTF. What are you thinking Charlie. You go from Denise Richards to Kayla Coxx. That's just wrong. WTF. I live across the street from a famous transvestite porn star who is rumored to have had sex with Charlie Sheen and could be the reason for breaking up his marriage with Denise Richards.
I spend the rest of my Friday night disturbed by my new revelations. On Saturday, I have to go to school and meet with my legal writing professor because we had an office memo due Monday. I go to the garage and am about to leave when I see some papers slipped under my garage door. I pick it up and see that they're bumper stickers advertising an escort service. Of course it's Kayla who slipped them under, but I'm praying that she's just helping a friend spread the word or something like that. I go to the kitchen to compare the phone number from last night to this escort service phone number. Damnit. It's the same number. WTF. I live across the street from a famous transvestite porn star who is rumored to have had sex with Charlie Sheen and could be the reason for breaking up his marriage with Denise Richards and also runs an escort service in that house.
Only in Vegas can something like this be normal. The owner of the house is a family friend, so when I saw her at church I ask her "Do you know your renter is a transvestite porn star who runs an escort service out of your house?" She was aware, and as long as she got her $1850 a month, she didn't care.
The only potentially good thing to come out of this was the party invite. Though again, it can be great, or very very bad. It could be what you imagine a porno party in Vegas to be, or it could be a tranny rape party. After telling my roommate and other people in my class section, we've decided we'll go to her next party just for the hell of it. At the very least it should be a hillarious experience.
-From a friend's blog who moved to Vegas to go to UNLV Law...
Very interesting
WTF I think to myself. Now I know this is Vegas, but that's the last thing I would've expected. I live in a new, gated housing community in the pretty rich part of Vegas. Futhermore, who the hell introduces their friend to random people as a porn star. Couldn't she have just said "my friend Kayla" like most normal people. I can't say no since I did say I wanted to meet my neighorbors, so I say I'll follow her after I close my garage.
As I close my garage, I wonder what I just got myself into. On one hand, this could be great. It could be someone as hot as Jenna Jameson. On the other hand, this could be very, very horrible. The random car girl is a few yards in front of me as I walk toward the front door. She then tells me from far away that I should come back in about 10 minutes because Kayla is mopping the floor naked.
WTF. WTF. This was too weird for me and I wanted to run away screaming. Unfortunately, Kayla tells her friend to let me in anyway and she'll just hide behind the counter. She hid behind the kitchen counter and told me to come in. I'm already in too deep and I didn't know what to do, so I came in, but made sure to keep a good distance. All I see is her face. I don't know how you small talk with a porn star, but that's what I did. "Do you film here?" "How long have you been in the business?" One thing I learned is that people seem to jump her fence and stalk her through the windows. She gave me her phone number and asked me to let her know if I notice any stalkers. "Ummmm... sure" I tell her. She says that if she ever throws a party, she'll invite me and my roommate. I thank her as I leave because I have errands to do.
Did I mention that Kayla had kind of a deep voice for a woman and had some maleish facial features? Yup. I was probably talking to a tranny porn star. Of course I can't ask her directly if she's a tranny, so I look it up on Google. Yup, I was able to confirm that I live across the street from a famous transvestite porn star. Great. Just great. In my Google search I also saw this article from the New York Daily News. Kayla Coxx is rumored to have had sex with Charlie Sheen. WTF. What are you thinking Charlie. You go from Denise Richards to Kayla Coxx. That's just wrong. WTF. I live across the street from a famous transvestite porn star who is rumored to have had sex with Charlie Sheen and could be the reason for breaking up his marriage with Denise Richards.
I spend the rest of my Friday night disturbed by my new revelations. On Saturday, I have to go to school and meet with my legal writing professor because we had an office memo due Monday. I go to the garage and am about to leave when I see some papers slipped under my garage door. I pick it up and see that they're bumper stickers advertising an escort service. Of course it's Kayla who slipped them under, but I'm praying that she's just helping a friend spread the word or something like that. I go to the kitchen to compare the phone number from last night to this escort service phone number. Damnit. It's the same number. WTF. I live across the street from a famous transvestite porn star who is rumored to have had sex with Charlie Sheen and could be the reason for breaking up his marriage with Denise Richards and also runs an escort service in that house.
Only in Vegas can something like this be normal. The owner of the house is a family friend, so when I saw her at church I ask her "Do you know your renter is a transvestite porn star who runs an escort service out of your house?" She was aware, and as long as she got her $1850 a month, she didn't care.
The only potentially good thing to come out of this was the party invite. Though again, it can be great, or very very bad. It could be what you imagine a porno party in Vegas to be, or it could be a tranny rape party. After telling my roommate and other people in my class section, we've decided we'll go to her next party just for the hell of it. At the very least it should be a hillarious experience.
-From a friend's blog who moved to Vegas to go to UNLV Law...
Very interesting
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