Last October I spent a weekend with the Christian group, Hookers for Jesus. Led by former call girlAnnie Lobert, Hookers for Jesus is a group of ex-prostitutes who try to get the working girls off the streets of Vegas and into church.
Hookers for Jesus usually targets casinos. They seek out prostitutes and give them gift bags filled with a Bible, girly lotions, and an invitation to church. It was a fascinated/eye-opening experience as I got to see firsthand the complete underbelly of the Los Vegas prostitution culture and how embedded it is in the hotel/casino system.
The complete story is in the new issue of Penthouse but I thought I’d give you a little teaser of Hookers for Jesus and their Las Vegas crusades to save Sin City:
A drunken bachelorette party passes. One woman sports a paper hat with the word WHORE blazed in marker with an arrow pointing down. Another hat proclaims I SWALLOW.
Annie is suddenly recognized by a clean-cut guy handing out promotional cards for a bar.
“Oh, my God, you’re the Hookers for Jesus girl!” he exclaims. “My wife was in jail and you guys gave her one of your cards. You said you’d pray for her.”
A prostitute who looks like an R. Crumb cartoon walks by and gets the reaction, “That’s old school. She has it all hanging out. She’s 1999.”
“Look at her, she’s totally working it,” Annie says, pointing out a young hooker sitting by the beer-pong tables with two guys—laughing uproariously at everything they say. “She’s green, too. Look how she’s acting.”
Another creature in his natural habitat: “There’s a pimp right there!” Annie exclaims. The shark circles the trick pool with a jacket over his shoulder. Mere moments later, another spotting: “Roxy said that’s a pimp she knows named Marvin.” Annie gestures to a black guy in a white suit and Kangol hat who casually chats to one of his ho’s. It’s beginning to feel like something out of the Book of Revelations. Nearby, more ho-spotting. A hooker flirts with an excited Asian guy on a bar stool. “She’s working it. She’s working that guy.”
“Are you going to move in with a gift bag?”
“If a girl is with a client you don’t want to wreck her game. She’ll just get pissed off and say, ‘Why are you trying to mess up my money?’ ”
“You don’t want to wreck what she’s doing,” Roxy adds. “Maybe she’s got a quota.”
A stunning blonde in a short, tight, purple dress with reddish-brown streaks in her hair struts toward the bar. I can firmly say she’s got all the classic hooker traits. Annie immediately engages her. They connect. They laugh. Hair tips seem to be traded. After a few minutes Annie brings her over. “She’s a police officer in Sweden!”
“I’m here for the body-building convention!” the woman says, still laughing. “In Sweden we arrest the johns to crack down on the demand,” she explains.
After the hooker cop leaves, Annie tells me the Swede had whispered to her: “Come and party with me tonight. I’ll make you smile!”
Read the complete story in the new issue of Penthouse