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Ted has a fantasy. He and his wife, Lynn, face a financial crisis. Earl suggests a way to fulfill Ted's fantasy and solve the financial problem.
Paradise Ranch
When we were finally clear of the traffic congestion at Las Vegas' McLaren Airport and on Tropicana Blvd., I turned on I-15 and headed west toward Los Angeles. A few miles later I turned on highway 160. As soon as we turned off the Interstate Lynn, exhausted from the trip and the nearly sleepless previous 24 hours, curled up in the passenger seat of the compact rental car and quickly fell asleep.
After driving on the two lane highway for several minutes, the headlights illuminated a green milage sign that confirmed we were on the right road, heading in the right direction. It was 42 more miles to Pahrump.
I was alone with my thoughts. ____
To say that the past year had been financially challenging for us would be a gross understatement. I hadn't been making enough sales for my commission to cover car payments, other payments and the mortgage. It finally caught up with us last week when we received a certified letter from the mortgage company informing us that they were foreclosing on our house in thirty days if we didn't bring the payments current. We had three weeks to come up with $7,000.
Neither Lynn's family or mine could help. Our credit cards had been maxed and we had waited too long for Lynn to look for a job to help cover the gap between my income and our expenses.
It seemed that there was only one person in whom I could confide. Earl, was the first person to welcome us to the neighborhood when we moved into the tract home on our cul de sac six years ago. He had retired early and was much older than us. But his retirement wasn't what he had planned because Mary, his wife, died unexpectedly two years ago. I thought of him as a much older brother, someone who would never condemn me for my stupid mistakes. His only vice seemed to be to fly to Las Vegas several times a year.
After dinner last night, I walked over to Earl's. When I finished my long story, he didn't say anything. He just walked to the refrigerator, came back with two cold Buds, handed one to me and flopped down in his big club chair. I could tell that the severity of our situation had caught him by surprise.
"Ted, I sure wish I had the money." He was, almost, apologetic. "Truth is, everything that we had saved, which wasn't very much, went to take care of Mary. And, I piss away a lot of my pension on my Vegas trips." He seemed lost in thought for a minute. "I know how much you kids love that house, hate to see you lose it."
"Hey, I wasn't asking you for a loan Earl, just your advice. But you're right, we do love the house, this neighborhood and the kid's school. I think I'd do just about anything, that's legal, to keep it."
He took another swallow and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "There just may be a way out of your problem. Hell, seven grand's a lot of money and three weeks isn't much time to raise it. Let's face it Ted, obviously, you're not going to be able to borrow that kind of money."
"That's sure the truth."
He leaned forward with his elbows on his knees making sure he had my attention before he continued. "You're going to have to earn it."
"Shit Earl! There's no way in hell I can make that kind of money in three weeks. My boss told me I received my last advance two months ago and warned me to never ask for another."
"I know you can't earn that much in just three weeks." He emphasized the word you. Then he continued his thought. "But Lynn can." Lynn had never earned half that amount before in three months, let alone three weeks. The last time she worked was before the kids were born when she was a waitress during my last two years of college.
Before I could say a word, he went on to explain. "You know I fly to Vegas as often as I can. You also know I love to gamble. But gambling's not the main reason I go there now."
"Earl, I don't have any idea what you're talking about. Spit it out."
"Hell, I'm not dead yet. I still have urges, you know sexual needs. I'm not interested in dating and getting emotionally involved with some old gal here." He paused, took another swig, then continued. "So, guess what? I found another, less complicated, way to satisfy my needs."
He had my total attention. Sex had been the subject of many of our best man to man conversations over the years, especially after two or three beers. "Go on," I encouraged him, "tell me what you do."
"The first trip I took to Vegas, a few months after Mary died, opened my eyes to something I hadn't known before. There isn't a classy way to say this my friend, so just bear with me. Okay?"
"Ya, ya, that's fine. Go on."
"Well, I was real horny and the second night I was there I asked a cabby where I could go to get laid. Let me tell you, I learned a lot in a few minutes. This guy explained that prostitution was illegal in Clark County, that's where Vegas is, but not in a neighboring County. He went on to tell me that there are several safe, licensed whorehouses out there in the desert. I guess he must have felt sorry for me because he admitted the best way to get there would be for me to rent a car. He was nice enough to give me directions."
"What did you do?"
"Hell man, I took his advice. The next day I did rent a car and drove to Pahrump, that's the name of town where a couple of the houses are located. Let me tell you, when I drove back to Vegas two hours later, I felt like I was sixteen years old again. Now, every trip to Vegas includes at least two trips to Paradise Ranch."
I didn't have a clue how this would solve our problem. He paused to gauge my reaction before he continued. "The gals at Paradise Ranch, that's the name of my favorite house, are all very attractive. Some of them are even really beautiful, but I've never seen anyone there that's nearly as beautiful and sexy as Lynn."
I started to get pissed. I thought old Earl was saying he wanted to fuck my wife but that wasn't what was on his mind, which he quickly explained. "Now don't get upset . . . there's no easy way to say this about a good friend's wife, but I know that Lynn could easily make seven grand if she worked out there for three weeks. The beauty is, it's all perfectly legal, safe and a thousand miles from here."
I was too shocked to react to his suggestion. So he went on, "if you want, I can give you the number and you can call yourself and see if they're hiring. Hell, based on what you explained to me, there may not be any other solution to your problem."
He couldn't possibly think she would consider his proposed solution to our crisis. "Earl, I know you're trying to be helpful but that's just not possible," I said while shaking my head. "You know Lynn. Kids, their school, church, miss prim and proper. Not a chance."
He looked at me seriously. "Do you remember when we got drunk last month and we started telling each other some of our crazy fantasies? You seemed very serious when you told me that you wish Lynn was less inhibited, that you liked it when guys flirted and danced close with her. You told me that your ultimate fantasy was to actually see her get fucked or to at least know she was fucking other guys. Was that the truth?"
"Why'd you bring that up? That's not fair, I had too much to drink . . . but I confess it was the truth."
"Does Lynn know about your dirty fantasies?"
"Oh, does she ever. I thought I told you, I've been after her for years to do something. Except for when we're . . . you know, when we're making love . . . she just laughs it off and calls me a pervert."
"The way I see it, you can talk with Lynn about my idea. If she loves the house half as much as you say she does, well wouldn't this be a way to save it and fulfill your fantasy at the same time? Nobody here, but the three of us, would ever know."
Before I could answer he asked, "You want the number to Paradise Ranch?"
I shook my head and shrugged my shoulders. "No. Thanks anyway but I'll have to figure some other way out of this mess."
"Suit yourself. But if I were in your shoes I'd give it some serious thought. Just let me know if you change your mind. And, you may be surprised by her reaction. I've been with a couple of married gals there that were in the same boat you guys are in. The married gals, for me, are always hotter than the single ones."
As I walked home I thought about Earl's crazy proposal. I knew there was zero chance that Lynn would go along with it, though I found myself getting aroused just thinking about her at the Ranch. By the time I got home Lynn had put the kids to bed and was cleaning the kitchen.
"Hi honey," she said cheerfully, though I knew she had no reason to be cheerful. "What did Earl have to say?"
"Oh, we just talked about the foreclosure."
"Did he have any bright ideas?"
"I don't know how bright his ideas are but I sure learned a lot about our neighbor that I didn't know before."
"I can't believe Earl has a secret life that we don't know about. Tell me, what did you learn?" She asked with genuine interest.
"That old coot goes to a whorehouse every time he goes to Las Vegas."
"Earl? You've got to be kidding! I thought guys his age lost their interest in sex."
"Apparently not. But I swear it's the truth, he really goes to this whorehouse out in the Nevada desert at least a couple of times every trip. He said the girls there are very pretty." I don't know why, I hadn't intended to say anymore but for some reason I did. "But Earl said none of them are nearly as pretty and sexy as you."
"He said that? I wonder what he meant?"
"I can tell you exactly what he meant. He suggested that you spend the next three weeks working out there to cover the mortgage payments."
"What! That old letch. I can't believe he said that. He must be getting senile or something. Besides, there's no way a woman could make that much money in just three weeks. He must have been joking with you."
"He wasn't joking. He was very serious. He really believes that's the best way, maybe the only way, to save the house. And, he didn't have any doubt about you making that much in three weeks."
Neither of us spoke as we prepared for bed and sleep. But little sleep came to us that long night. While holding each other we reviewed, for what seemed like the hundredth time, our alternatives. Then, we wasted a lot of time playing the stupid ‘what if' games that people play. If only we hadn't bought this, gone there, done that we could have made our mortgage payments. Finally, we each acknowledged that we weren't going to win the lottery, undo our past mistakes or borrow our way out of this mess. The only question was: how much did we want to keep the house?
It must have been three in the morning when Lynn said, "I guess Earl's suggestion, that seemed really stupid when you first told me about it, doesn't seem so stupid now, does it? I mean, doing something like that here in Portland is out of the question. I guess because it's legal in Nevada, then maybe we should consider it. What do you think honey?"
To appreciate this conversation you have to understand that Lynn had been my girlfriend during our senior year in high school more than a dozen years ago. I thought she was the prettiest girl I had ever seen, I still do. We married two years after graduation. Three children were born. Like many young families, we borrowed to buy cars, stereos, furniture and eventually our small home on the cul de sac in a suburb of Portland. It was important to us that she stay home with the kids. No day care for us.
Lynn was even less sexually experienced than I was when we started dating. I knew that, though she had experimented and tested limits, I was the only man with whom she had sexual intercourse. When I entered her for the first time I thought I had died and gone to heaven. She was an incredible lover. As the years have gone by, she's gotten better and better. Her sexual talents, abilities and enthusiastic appetite—that had yet to be shared—are indescribable. My friends think I'm the luckiest man in the world. They're right.
As Earl reminded me, I have had a fantasy for years of Lynn with other men. I've learned that some husbands feel the same way I do, don't ask me why. I couldn't imagine being married to someone who wasn't attractive and desirable, not just to me, to other men also. Anyway, Lynn knew those nasty thoughts were what made me hot and she played along with them, sometimes even encouraged them. However, indulging my fantasies while we made love was one thing, acting on them had proven to be quite another.
I couldn't help it but the raunchy thought of her possibly—until now unbelievably—working at Paradise Ranch caused my cock to swell and my breath to catch. Lynn knew me well enough to know exactly what my sigh meant. Her delicate hand reached down and began to stroke me. Her hot, wet mouth trailed down my stomach, through my hair to my cock which she swallowed. She shifted around until my mouth was on her sweet, moist pussy at the same time. Sixty-nine is our favorite number. When she couldn't wait any longer, she climbed on and I plunged in. Her pussy pulsed and milked my cock. Her ability never ceased to amaze me. I knew that she could have gone on for hours, I sure couldn't. No matter how long we fucked, she always came when I did, though I knew she was always ready for more. This time our climaxes were even more explosive than usual. . After a few minutes of silence, almost timidly, she brought her lips to my ear. "Can you think of any other way we can make $7,000 in three weeks?" She whispered.
"I guess we could rob a bank," was my attempt at levity. Then, I shook my head. "Seriously? I answered my own question by, feebly, stating the obvious. "No, as hard as I've tried, I can't think of any other way."
"Okay then, let's just face it, I don't see that we have any other choice." She began to rationalize and justify, what seemed to be her decision, by listing some of the reasons: "After all, It's far away from here, it's Legal, Earl says it's clean, it's not like I'm a virgin. How bad can it be for three weeks?"
"Do you think you could actually . . . I mean . . . ?"
"Could I make love to another man, to lots of men, is that what you were going to ask?"
"Not make love Lynn. Obviously, you can only make love with someone you love. Could you actually fuck a lot of men for money? Could you do to a stranger what you just did for me. Can you welcome a strange cock into your pussy that's only known mine all these years? Those are the questions."
"Even though that's been your fantasy for years, and you've never been bashful telling me your dirty thoughts, until now I was certain I couldn't. I vowed to be faithful to you. To cleave only to you. You know I've taken that very seriously. Being intimate with a stranger didn't even seem possible." She held me more tightly. "Right this minute, I honestly don't know if I can. What I do know is that we need a lot more information."
I knew that we were both thinking about what she had said. "Ted, how about you? I mean . . . what you've fantasized about, even in the extreme, fell far short of this. Could you handle it?"
She was right. I had wanted her to pick up a guy in a bar. Spend the night with him. Tell me about it or arrange for me to watch. In my widest dreams I never thought of her fucking a parade of faceless strangers in a whorehouse for money. But, now that I thought about it, it made me hot. "Not only do I think I can handle it, I think it will be a terrific turn on. I guess I need to get the number from Earl or have him call for us. You're right, I guess it can't hurt to get more information."
"While you and Earl are finding out if it's even possible, I'll have to make arrangements for the kids and try to come up with some reason, if everything works out, for leaving so quickly and being gone for so long. Right now I'm drawing a blank."
There wasn't anything else we could do at 4:00 in the morning. We both dozed for two or three hours but if her sleep was like mine it probably didn't do her much good. My thoughts went from nightmarish terror, as I thought about our finances, to highly erotic as I thought about what we were considering.
I knew that Earl was an early riser because I had coffee with him at 7:30 many mornings. Sure enough, the fragrance of freshly brewed coffee confirmed that he was up.
"Lynn and I talked about your idea."
"Oh really . . . and?" He asked as he poured me a cup.
"I guess we want to check it out. You know, see if it's even possible and get some details."
"Let me give you the number," he offered.
"I thought maybe you could call them for us."
He didn't hesitate and said, "Sure, I can do that. Whenever I've called before it's been as a customer to see if one of my favorites was working, but, sure I can call." From memory he punched in a few numbers on the kitchen phone, gave me an encouraging smile and waited for an answer.
"Hello, this is Earl . . . Hi Marsha. I've been a customer for a couple of years . . . No, that's not what I'm calling about . . . I was wondering if you are hiring? A lady who lives across the street . . . very beautiful . . . no she's not here . . . her husband's here with me but she knows about this call . . . okay here he is. She wants to talk with you, her name's Marsha," he said as he covered the mouth piece with his hand.
"Good morning. This is Ted."
"Hello Ted. Has your wife worked in this line of business before?" A friendly, mature female voice on the other end of the line asked.
"No, this is something that just came up and we talked about it last night."
"Sounds like you need to make some serious money quickly."
"You got it."
"Let me ask you a few questions, okay?"
"Sure, go ahead."
"Start by telling me her first name, I'll make a few notes and open a file on her. Then I need to know her age, measurements, that okay?"
"Well, her name is Lynn, she's 32, 5'5", I think she weighs about 115, maybe a 120 pounds. I know her bra is 34B and she wears a size six dress. Her legs are fantastic and very long She has a nice waist and ass but I don't know the measurements, sorry." Did I just tell a stranger that my wife had a nice ass?
"Okay, that's fine so far. Now if you can tell me about her hair, grooming and which singer or actress she reminds you of."
"She has long brown hair. I don't know what you mean about grooming but she pays a lot attention to her appearance. I don't know if you know the actress Dana Delaney but if you do, everyone thinks she looks like her."
"Okay, that's great. We are hiring now because we're down a couple of girls and there are big conventions scheduled the next two weeks. We like to have fifteen to twenty women working at all times. Most of our ladies work two or three weeks and then they're off a week or two. I'm sure you want to know about the potential income."
I thought I needed to be candid with her so I said, "we need to make $7,000 in three weeks."
"That's sure possible, but it's strictly up to the lady. We keep half, she keeps half and that includes any tips. Some of our ladies make $2,000 a week and some as much as $5,000."
"The ladies stay here twenty-four hours a day. If she decides to come she should bring reading material, her favorite music CD's, a swimming suit, hair dryer, cosmetics, other things that she would take on a vacation. Any questions?"
"After I hang up, I'll probably think of a dozen questions I should have asked but you've answered most of the questions that were on my mind. Now what?"
"Well, there are really two or three other practical questions I must ask. Do you know when her last menstrual cycle ended? What form of birth control does she use? When was her last baby born?"
"She finished her period a couple of days ago. She can't get pregnant anymore. Our youngest is five. Anything else?"
"Yes, just three more." It was now obvious to me that she had been reading from and filling in a form. "Has she ever been arrested? Does she use illegal drugs? Does she have, or has she ever had, a sexually transmitted disease or ever tested HIV positive?"
"She's never been arrested, doesn't use drugs, never had VD and never been tested for HIV because it hasn't been necessary. Any more questions?"
"Not that we can handle by phone. Whether or not she's suitable for the work can only be determined by a face to face interview, and really not even then, only by giving it a try. If you would like to send her out here, we can visit and take it from there."
The ball was now in my court. The foreclosure clock was ticking rapidly. Lynn seemed resolved to give it a try as Marsha called it. "How do we get there?" I asked as Earl anticipated my need and handed me a pad of paper and pencil.
"If she comes by herself, we can meet her flight. If you come with her to help her settle in, which I strongly advise since she hasn't done this before, then I recommend you rent a car and drive her out from Las Vegas." Before hanging up I jotted down the directions from the Las Vegas Airport to Paradise Ranch.
"Marsha suggested that I fly out with Lynn and drive her to the place. Hell, we can't afford to do that."
"Ted, I don't have $7,000 but I do have two free round trips on Southwest that I've earned flying out to Vegas. I want you and Lynn to have them. I'm pretty sure they are transferable."
"Earl, you don't have to do that. You'll be going back yourself soon, no sense paying for a ticket when you have a free one."
"I insist. That's the end of that."
By the time I got home the kids had gone to school and Lynn was taking a shower. She came out of the bathroom with her head wrapped in a towel. "So did Earl talk with them?"
"Yes he did. So did I." Then I told her everything that I could remember from my conversation with Marsha. I also told her that Earl had given us two round trip airline tickets. "When do you want to go?"
"I called my sister while you were at Earl's and told her something had come up suddenly and we had to leave, perhaps as early as today. Lucky she didn't press for details. She can take the kids today and tomorrow." While she rubbed her hair dry she said, "I don't see that we have anything to lose but what it costs to rent a car. No sense prolonging this, let's give it a try. While you call the airline, I'll pack some things just in case we can make it today?"
We did make it. There was a flight that departed Portland at 4:20 p.m. that had a couple of certificate seats available and landed at Las Vegas two hours later.
I hadn't slept a wink on the nonstop flight. Lynn catnapped, tried to read a pocketbook but was, understandably, fidgety. I saw that she just picked at the meal they served half way into the flight. Then we were in Las Vegas. It was hard to believe that less than twenty-four hours had elapsed since I shared our plight with Earl. ________
And now, after driving for nearly an hour over a mountain pass and through the bleak desert, we were approaching the town where brothels were licensed and prostitution was legal. Lynn sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes as I turned off Highway 160 and onto Homestead Road. "How much farther?" She asked.
"Marsha said another eight miles."
"I hope there's a gas station or someplace where I can fix my hair and freshen up."
As we plunged into the desert night away from civilization, not towards it, I said, "I would be very surprised if there's anything between here and Paradise Ranch."
She turned on the passenger mirror vanity light and started to brush her lustrous hair. Before she finished, I saw that I was wrong. On our right was a gas station, a convenience store and a small casino called Terribles. I pulled in and parked. Lynn got out and walked into the convenience store. She was wearing a short black dress and black very high heel sandals.
Ten minutes later she returned looking as if she had just left a beauty salon. Her hair and makeup were perfect. She looked tired when we landed but refreshed and stunningly beautiful now.
After driving a couple of minutes I saw a small blue sign that said: Paradise Ranch 2 miles. Then we were there. I pulled into a paved parking lot where perhaps ten other cars were parked. On the right of the rambling building was a bar. In front of the building was a white fence with a gate in the middle and a buzzer button next to it. Finally it was Lynn who broke the silence by nervously asking, "Well how do we do this? I mean should I go in by myself? Do I take my bags now or come back for them? What do you think?" The questions rushed out of her mouth so fast they almost overlapped. I don't remember her ever being so wired, which was understandable.
"Relax honey, take it easy, slow down if you can. Let's leave your bags in the car for now. I'll go with you to the door and take it from there."
I walked around the car to her side and opened her door. We walked hand in hand to the gate. She pushed the buzzer, after a few seconds we heard the distinctive click indicating the gate had been unlocked. Another buzzer was at the front door. She took a deep breath, pressed the buzzer button and instantly the door was opened by a woman who must have been fifty or so and looked like she could have been a school teacher or a librarian.
"What's your name honey?" She asked Lynn.
"I'm Lynn, this is my husband Ted, he talked with Marsha on the phone this morning." She explained.
"Well I'm Joy welcome to the Ranch.." She smiled and reached out and shook our hands Then she explained, "Marsha's not here right now but we can take care of things without her. Follow me."
I confess I was emotionally overloaded as we followed her. I tried to take in as much as I could. On the left of the entry, I saw a room that looked like a very glitzy living room. Down the hall she opened a door to an office. "Sit down honey." Then she picked up the phone, punched a couple of numbers. "Yvonne, I'm processing a new lady. Will you handle the doors and the lineups for awhile? Thanks."
She found the brown file folder on the corner of the desk with "Lynn _______ " printed on the tab. She opened the folder, put on a pair of granny glasses and read from what was in the folder. "Okay, I see you've never been employed in the sex industry before and never had an HIV test, is that correct?"
"I've never done anything like this. Until last night I never knew a place like this even existed. We really need to make several thousand dollars as soon as possible." She said nearly breathlessly trying explain why were here.
I sensed that Joy was trying to be both friendly and reassuring. "I think we can work that out. Lynn, you're really gorgeous with a great figure, I'm sure you'll be very popular. We just need to finish the processing, get you tested and on file with the sheriff."
"What! I hadn't heard anything about that." Lynn exclaimed as she turned and shot me an accusing look suggesting I had kept something important from her. "That's all new to me. What does it entail?" She wanted to know.
"There's a doctor in town that will do a physical including an HIV test. Then you go to the sheriff's office, they take your picture and your finger prints."
"Oh, I can't do that. I thought this would be done anonymously." She said with real concern as she reached for my hand for support.
"Lynn, it really is anonymous." Joy said calmly. I was certain that she had dealt with this very issue many times before. "No one knows who you are. The files are closed. Let me explain. Nevada state law allows any county with a small population, like Nye County where we are, to license brothels, providing the workers are cleared for health and registered with the sheriff. I can tell you that we've never had a case of aids that can be traced to any brothel in Nevada. The men who come to these places know that they are perfectly safe and that our women are clean."
She looked at Lynn and with great sincerity said, "honey, I'm not trying to talk you into this but you've traveled all this way. Marsha should have explained the registration requirement to Ted." I said a silent thanks to Joy for getting me off the hook. "I'm sorry she didn't but there are no exceptions. As you can imagine Lynn, this is very big business and we play by the rules, we don't cut corners. I really think you'd do very well here, for as long as you'd like to stay, but it's entirely up to you."
Lynn was biting her lower lip and squeezing my hand as she listened to this. "What do you think honey?"
"I guess what Joy said makes sense. Without these controls it would be illegal and dangerous for the women and the customers. It's your decision baby, not mine. What ever you decide is fine by me."
Lynn seemed crestfallen. "What do you mean, my decision? I thought we were in this together."
I sure didn't want an argument if front of Joy. "Honey, I'm sorry. Of course we're in this together. I know you're doing this for us. I just meant that I would be supportive if you do this or if you decide not to."
I saw that Joy was both experienced and smart. She didn't wait for Lynn to agree. "Okay then, let's finish your file. What's your last name honey?"
"Martin," Lynn said quietly and without hesitation.
"And your address?"
"1357 Spartan Court, Portland, Oregon 97237."
"Home telephone?"
"503-555-2387"
"And last, your social security number?"
Oh shit, I thought to myself, so much for any anonymity. She couldn't remember her number but I did and gave Joy the final piece of information.
"Lynn, there are a lot of rules of the house and policies that we will go over when you get back from the doctor and the sheriff but two are really important. First, we don't allow drugs of any sort. To enforce that policy we can come into your room at any time and search it. Second, you are not permitted to keep any cash in your room. You can see that's for your own safety." Then she slid a form over to Lynn, handed her a pen and said, "sign this."
I guess Lynn realized we had gone beyond the point of no return because she didn't even read the document, she just signed where Joy indicated.
Almost as an after thought Joy said, "I almost forgot, more than half of the ladies use a different first name while they are here. It's up to you."
Lynn said, "I think that would just add to the confusion. Unless there's some other reason, I've been called Lynn all my life, and it's not likely I'll see anyone I know. I might as well be called Lynn for the next three weeks."
"Okay, welcome aboard. Let's get your bags to your room and then I'll give you directions to the doctor and the sheriff's office. Should take you about an hour," she said as she rose.
I noticed a light flashing over the door that had flashed once or twice before. "What's that flashing light?" I asked.
"That means we have visitors and the ladies are getting ready for a lineup. All the girls who aren't already busy will go into the parlor and introduce themselves to our visitor or visitors."
Outside the door to the office ten women were standing against the wall. Some were dressed in bras and panties, some in negligees, a couple in teddies. Most wore nylons, some thigh-high stay ups and some a garter belt. All of them wore very high heels. Among them there was a black lady, an Hispanic lady and an oriental. Some were short, some tall. A couple carried too many pounds. I thought one lady could use a few more pounds. There were more blondes than brunettes or redheads. Just like Earl had said, they were all attractive and I thought a tall blonde was very, very pretty. Joy said, "ladies, this is Lynn she's going to be with us for a while."
The welcoming comments of, "Hi Lynn . . . Welcome Lynn . . . Look forward to getting to know you . . . I'm Sandra, I'm Beth" were interrupted by an older blonde lady, who I assumed must have been Yvonne, saying, "come on ladies the gentlemen are waiting." With that they followed her single file toward the parlor.
I went to the car and got her bags. Then, we followed Joy, or I should say I followed Joy and Lynn down the hall. My eyes were riveted to my wife as she took long confident strides. She was beautiful and sexy beyond my ability to describe with mere words.
The place was much, much larger than I had realized. It seemed like we were in a maze of narrow hallways. We passed several closed doors, a laundry room and a lounge area. After two or three turns Joy opened a door at the end of a hall.
"This is it," she said. "All the rooms here are about the same."
I saw that we were in a very small, crowded, bedroom. A huge, canopy bed dominating the room. There was a chest of drawers on the wall facing the bed and a sofa squeezed into one corner.
"Just leave your things here for now and unpack after you return from your visit to the doctor and the sheriff. When you get back I'll go over some girl kinds of things and give you some pointers. Sound okay?"
Back at the office she handed Lynn a card and two blank forms, before turning to me. "Ted, drive back the way you came until you get to highway 160 then turn left at the intersection. In about two miles you'll come to the Nye County administration building. It will be on your right. The duty officer processes ladies all the time and will have you out of there in ten minutes. Doctor Allison's office is in his home which is just up the hill next to a clinic. He's on call for us twenty-four hours a day," she explained as she unlocked the dead bolt on the front door.
Joy's directions were perfect. Within a few minutes I was parking in the empty space beside a sheriff patrol cruiser. "Want me to go in with you?"
"No. If it's like Joy said I should be back in a few minutes."
In less than ten minutes she was back. "How'd it go?" I asked.
"Painless. Just like she said. He signed the form, kept the original and made a copy for me to give back to Joy. He took my photo like they do for a driver's license, then took my fingerprints."
Within a minute I pulled in front of an adobe home with a sign that indicated we had arrived at Dr. Allison's. Without saying anything Lynn hopped out of the car and walked up the walk to the front door. Almost immediately the door opened and she walked inside.
This time it took considerably longer for her to return. A half hour later the door opened. When she got in the car, I could tell she was really flushed as I saw her illuminated briefly by the interior light. "Well?" I wondered.
"He must have been sixty years old, short and fat. He was there alone . . . without a nurse." She explained as if the absence of a nurse was very important.
"So?" I didn't catch the significance.
"I've never had a pelvic examination without a nurse present. It's always embarrassing but this time was the worst. Anyway, first he drew some blood, then asked me all the same questions every doctor asks. Then, matter of factly he said, "take off all your clothes and hop up on the examination table."
"Where do I change into a hospital gown?" I asked him as I looked around the small examination room searching for another door. There was only one door, the one we entered.
He chuckled. Then he said. "We don't use hospital gowns for these exams. That would be kind of silly, under the circumstances, don't you think?" He didn't expect me to answer. "Just get undressed here." He folded his arms over his chest, as if to say ‘I can wait as long as you can.'"
"After I thought about it, it did seem a little silly. He just stood there staring at me with a challenging look. After what seemed like forever, I lifted my dress over my head and hung it on a hook on the door. His eyes were riveted to my every move. My hands were shaking as I unfastened my bra, slipped off my panties, put them on the hook with my dress and stepped out of my heels. Totally naked, I sat on the edge of the exam table knowing exactly what was coming next."
"Okay honey, put your feet in the stirrups," he directed.
"When I did as he instructed, he sat on a low stool and scooted between my wide spread legs. He didn't use a speculum and I don't think he wore rubber gloves. Well I can tell you I've never had an examination like that before. He softly touched the outside of my lips. No, he actually caressed them before opening them and rubbing the insides. Then, he actually stroked my little clit, that was responding to the attention. He held it with his thumb and finger and constantly but gently squeezed it. With his other hand he put a finger inside my vagina which was starting to lubricate as he felt all around inside. Then his first finger was joined by a second. He was the first doctor to examine me that felt around for my G spot. When he located it, I sighed, involuntarily, as he massaged it while squeezing my clitoris with his other hand. Honey, I imagine he knows a woman's anatomy better than almost anyone, considering his clientele. I mean, not just women's gynecology but gynecology of prostitutes. Anyway, I think he was having fun toying with me. I'm certain he was determined to make me climax and, guess what, he succeeded.
Then, I felt something wet on my pussy and looked down and saw just the top of his grey hair. His tongue lapped and wormed. He licked and sucked from my clit to my bottom until I gushed again.
I was extremely embarrassed as he stood up wiped his wet face with the back of his hand. He was grinning from ear to ear. "Well Lynn, I think I can declare that you are, indeed, very healthy. Put your clothes back on honey. Tell Joy I'll put a rush on your test. Hell, I can do better than that, I'll scope it and run it myself tonight and fax her the results. Normally takes a day or two. Still have to get the official results from Clark County. But you won't have to wait for that."
I didn't know what to say to my wife. What I did know was that my cock was stone hard. By the time she finished her story we were pulling back in the parking lot at Paradise Ranch. I had to wait for a second until my erection when down.
Two buzzers and a short walk later we were back in the office with Joy. Lynn handed her the copy of the form from the sheriff's office. Joy slipped it inside the brown folder that now read, Lynn Martin, the blank had been filled in.
"So how was doc Allison?" Joy asked with a big smile because she obviously knew the answer.
"I can't believe what he did. He didn't seem very professional to me," Lynn said.
"Oh, he's harmless. I can tell you this, he really loves his work. He really serves two purposes. Not only does he check out our ladies medically but he gives us his impression of how he thinks they'll do in this line of work. He already called me and reported with great enthusiasm that you're a natural. He'll call me later about your HIV test. It usually takes two days to clear."
Lynn blushed and looked down at her hands. Then Joy turned to me and said, "Ted, Lynn and I need to spend an hour or so together. You can either say goodbye to her now or wait in the bar until we're finished. Suit yourself."
Before I could think about it Lynn turned to me and said, almost pleadingly, "If you don't mind honey, I'd really like for you to wait. Is that okay?"
I wasn't certain but I thought her eyes were brimming and she was about to cry as the enormity and fast pace of everything was suddenly sinking in. Hell, she knew I didn't have any plans and my flight home wasn't until very early the next morning. Also, I remembered that we still hadn't come up with a story to tell our family and friends explaining why she would be gone for three weeks. "Sure honey. I'll go to the bar and have a drink or I'll be sitting in the car trying to catch a wink or two. Come find me when you're finished." She seemed relieved as I held her and gave her a peck on the lips before I left them alone in the office.
I didn't go directly to the bar, rather, I went back to the car. I reclined the driver's seat as much as I could and tried to sleep. But I didn't sleep at all because there were so many thoughts swimming around in my mind. I reflected on Lynn's experience with the doctor. I thought about where we were and what was going to happen. Would I be jealous? I didn't think so. Ten years ago I would have been a green monster. Now I thought I would be okay about it. But what about her? Would she be okay physically and emotionally? After a half hour I walked back to the gate, pressed the buzzer and waited for the now familiar click. At the front door I didn't press the buzzer button but turned to the right and into the connected bar. There were two burly men sitting on bar stools talking with the bartender who was an attractive, tall dark haired woman about our age.
"What can I get you?" She asked.
I didn't want to drink because I had to drive back to Las Vegas so I asked for a cup of coffee, black.
I sat at a table in the corner. There were half a dozen bar stools, only the two of them were occupied. One of the men had a shaved head. His forearms were covered with tatoos. The other guy had long hair to his shoulders.
As the bartender set my cup of coffee on the table she asked, "Where're you from, honey?"
"Portland."
"Are you here to see the ladies?"
"No, just killing some time." I answered without further explanation.
"I'm Beverly. Let me know if I can get you anything else."
During the next half hour I couldn't help but hear virtually everything the two men at the bar said because the room was so small and they spoke so loudly. Beverly, joined them in their raucous conversation. The men were Phil and Burt. They were steel workers constructing one of the new casinos in Las Vegas. Apparently they had been working at the site for the last six months. It was obvious that they seemed right at home here and, I thought, must have been regulars at the Ranch. All three of them chain smoked the entire time I was there. Their conversation was crude to say the least with Phil dominating the discussion. "I rode her like a mare . . . she finally cried ‘uncle'. . . I was afraid she couldn't take all my big dick . . . when she came, she screamed like a banshee . . . I came like a geyser. Burt and Beverly laughed at the lewd remarks. I thought it was, most likely, typical barroom bragging.
After my second cup of coffee was nearly empty, I overheard Phil say to Burt as he stood up, "come on man, I'm fucking ready to rumble. Let's go get us some pussy." It wasn't until then that I saw how big Phil really was. He must have been 6' 4" and must have weighed more than 250 pounds.
After they walked out the door to the porch Beverly came over. "Do you want to see the lineup? You don't have to choose anybody but you might find it very interesting."
I thought it might help kill a few minutes until Lynn and Joy finished whatever it was that they were doing. I walked out of the bar to the porch and pressed the buzzer button to the front door. Yvonne opened the door immediately. "You want to see the lineup?" She asked. I assumed she didn't recognize me from before.. acting as though she had never seen me before.
I just nodded yes. She led me to the parlor and asked me to sit on the long sofa with Phil and Burt who were anxiously waiting. Phil turned to me and seemed very excited. "Hey man, plenty of pussy here for everybody, right?"
I muttered, "right."
It seemed as if several minutes passed before Yvonne returned, faced us, and almost formally announced, "ladies come out and introduce yourselves to the gentlemen."
I recognized the first two or three women, from when Joy had introduced us to them earlier, as they took long sexy strides and walked through the archway into the parlor. However, it was the fifth woman in the lineup who caused my heart to skip a beat. When the last woman entered the line each woman struck a similar, sexy pose. They all smiled and then the first one said, "Hi, I'm Amber, then I'm Beth . . . I'm Jasmine . . . Hi, I'm Vanessa . . . Ah, umm, I . . . I'm Lynn. I confess I didn't hear the names of the other five because Lynn took my breath away and I think Phil's and Burt's.
She was wearing a black lace bra, matching thong panties, both tissue paper thin. Her nipples were harder than ever before. Most of the other women wore nylons, her beautiful, long legs were deliciously bare. Over her shoulders was a gauzy black peignoir hanging loose, not tied in front. On her feet were slutty, six inch high, clear plastic heels. I now knew what had occupied some of the time while she was gone. In addition to the new wardrobe, her make up was heavier and her hair sexier than ever before. Her finger and toe nails had been painted bright red. Phil and Burt had to see what I saw beneath the thin fabric of her panties, just a strip of thin pubic hair above her cleft that had been a dark triangle when we left Portland.
As I scanned the line I knew that there was absolutely no question who would be chosen and I was right. Phil said one word, "Lynn" to which Burt grumbled, "fuck, that's not fair."
Lynn glanced at me for a micro second, then lowered her big brown eyes demurely, as she stepped forward, took his large rough hand in her dainty one and said, "come with me." She turned and led him through the archway.
The rest of the women remained, waiting for Burt to make his choice. He finally chose Vanessa, who stepped forward, took his hand as Lynn had Phil's, and led him out of the parlor. After the couples left the rest of the women and Yvonne disappeared leaving me alone.
I wasn't alone for long. Joy came in and asked, with genuine concern, "Are you okay, Ted?"
"I guess so. I mean . . . well . . . I wasn't prepared for Lynn being in the lineup. I was caught by surprise. I thought you had to wait for her health clearance." I knew I was rambling.
"Doc faxing his clearance over in record time while I was talking with your wife. Then, I spent a half hour giving Lynn some pointers. We picked out some clothes, did her hair, nails, make up and explained how the men like women's pubic hair trimmed. She was going to model that outfit she was wearing for you when Yvonne called for a lineup. In my experience there's no sense putting off the inevitable so, though I hadn't planned to, I asked her if she was ready. I knew she wasn't ready, they never are the first time, but she bravely shook her head yes. I had explained to her how the lineup went. No dirty hustling allowed. That means one girl can't do something to call attention to herself. She can't wink or rub herself, anything like that."
She remembered something. "Oh, I almost forgot, when we passed in the hall, Lynn asked me to ask you if you would please stay until she's finished."
"Of course, I'm not flying back until in the morning."
"Why don't you wait in the lounge? I'm sure you'll be more comfortable there."
Once again we walked the maze. The lounge had a couch, a couple of club chairs and a television. Two of the women from the lineup were sitting on the sofa.
During the next hour, I tried to watch a game show, but I couldn't concentrate. For years I had dreamed of a moment like this. I never thought it would actually happen. And, no matter how dirty my thoughts had been, in my wildest imagination I couldn't have pictured her being in a whorehouse, dressed as she had been and being with someone like Phil I had imagined faceless men kissing her, playing with her breasts, fingering her and then fucking her. Now there was a face, it was Phil's. I had to remain sitting with my hands covering my lap because this time my erection wouldn't go down.
I flipped through a couple of magazines and made small talk with one of the ladies. Several times while I waited I heard the soft sounds of the chimes. When that happened, whoever was waiting in the lounge left for what I realized was another lineup. Finally, after more than an hour, my erection went down. I was so restless that I left the lounge and walked up front and began pacing in the entry.
I hadn't been there long when Burt was escorted back to the entry by Vanessa. She told him to wait there for someone to unlock the door for him. She thanked him for a great time, kissed him on the cheek and said, "Hurry back." Then she disappeared down the hall.
"Who'd you pick?" He asked with what could only be described as a leer.
"Nobody." I didn't want to explain why so I asked. "How was Vanessa?"
"She was great. I've been with her a couple of times before. I really wanted to pop that new girl, Lynn, but Phil was first. She looked so hot. Maybe next week."
We hadn't been waiting long when I heard footsteps approaching. I turned and saw Phil and Lynn walking towards us. "Wait here, Yvonne will let you out," she said as she offered him her cheek which he kissed then she turned and walked back towards her room without looking at me. She hadn't walked ten feet when Burt asked Phil, "How was it man?"
"I can't describe it but I think I'm in love. She was so fucking tight and so hot I came twice. She just milked it right out of me. I've never had a fuck like that in my whole life. And buddy, you probably won't believe this, no problem with fingers or kissing. And, get this, she came, for real, over and over again."
"You're shitting me!"
"It's the truth man. I'm sure as shit not going to wait a week to come back."
Then Yvonne was there. "Was everything okay?" She asked them as she unbolted the door.
"Oh fuck, it was a lot better than okay. Best I've ever had."
With much less enthusiasm Burt said, "it was fine."
After they left she bolted the door behind them. "You remember how to get to her room?"
I shook my head yes and walked slowly back to her room. She was waiting for me by the door. There was something different about her. Then I realized she almost seemed to be glowing. There was the same freshly-fucked aura that I had seen before. The difference this time was that it wasn't me that had caused her to glow.
Neither of us said anything for a few seconds. It was an awkward moment. Then we were in her room. She closed the door behind us. There was the familiar fragrance of her perfume, her sex and an unfamiliar pungent smell of something else. Phil's perspiration and semen.
"Are you okay?" She asked.
"Yes, are you?"
"I'm fine." Then she smiled and said, "It's Ted isn't it?"
I wondered what the hell she meant. Then it dawned on me. This was her way of sharing with me what had happened. "Yes, I'm Ted," I said playing along.
"And I'm Lynn. Welcome to Paradise Ted. Have a seat on the couch." Then she turned off the overhead light leaving the small room illuminated only by the glow from a small lamp. She turned on a CD player and soft music with a throbbing beat which added the dimension of sound to the very sexy atmosphere.
"What kind of party did you have in mind?" She asked as she sat down beside me and pressed her her warm bare thigh against mine.
"I'll have what the last guy had." I said meekly. I realized then that this was her way of sharing with me everything that happened during the last hour. Without telling me what happened, she intended to demonstrate without skipping any detail.
"A half and half will be $300. Will that be cash, Mastercard or Visa?"
I knew she didn't expect me to actually give her $300 because she knew I didn't have that much money and I didn't have a credit card with that much available credit. But it was her way of letting me know how much Phil had paid for his hour. So, playing along I reached in my pocket and then handed her a ten dollar bill.
"That's fine." She said as she took the bill. Then, so that I could get the complete picture, she explained, "I'm supposed to take the money to the office but this isn't normal is it?" Before I could answer she was back in her role and said, "okay now that the financial part is taken care of can you stand up for a minute?"
Not understanding why, nonetheless, I did as she asked. She knelt in front of me and unbuckled my belt. I thought she was about to give me head but I was wrong. She dropped my pants and then turned on a bright light which she aimed at my groin. Then she began to carefully examine my cock and balls. She must have spent a minute or two, while cupping my testicles with one hand, examining every inch of the head and shaft of my penis.
Finally she declared, "everything seems fine Ted. We can't be too careful."
Just then the chimes that were becoming familiar to me sounded again. Lynn said, temporarily leaving her role, "Joy told me I could skip one or two so we could properly say our goodbyes. Without saying another word she dropped the negligee, took off her wispy bra and slipped out of her panties. "Get undressed," she urged me as she went into the bathroom. She came out with a white sheet that she placed on top of the bedspread. Then she poured some kind of fluid on a white wash cloth and bathed my penis and balls. "Lay down on your stomach and spread your legs."
She was in control. She knelt between my legs and then rubbed my shoulders, my neck, my arms. Then she rubbed the cheeks of my ass and toyed with my crack. Her hand played with my balls. Then she leaned over and pressed her breasts in my back. I could actually feel her hard nipples as she kissed my shoulder, my neck and whispered in my ear. "Do you like this honey?"
"Oh yes." I turned my face toward her and then we were kissing. Her tongue was in my mouth. Her saliva was sweet.
"We're not supposed to do this, I mean kiss," she explained.
Then I remember what Phil had told Burt about the kissing. With Lynn he must have gotten the exact same treatment that I was getting. I couldn't wait to discover the remainder of Phil's treatment. I didn't have to wait long.
"Turn over on your back."
My cock was near bursting and sticking straight up in the air. I don't think I had ever been harder. Then, again, she kissed me passionately. She trailed kisses on my chest and sucked and gently bit each nipple. "I love your tatoos." I don't have a single tatoo. Clearly, an hour early she had told Phil she loved his tatoos.
When she sensed I could wait no more she reached for a condom on the nightstand, opened it with her teeth, put it in her mouth and with her lips and tongue slipped it over my throbbing cockhead and skinned it down the remainder with her hand. "Hey, what's this? Why the rubber?"
"House rules, no exceptions."
Then she took me in her mouth, all the way in her mouth. I watched her in a way that I hadn't in all the years of our marriage. She used her hand at the base then took me all the way in until her nose was nestled in my black, curly pubic hair. She slipped my cock out of her mouth, looked at me and said, "sorry I can't take it all." This was her way of saying, though she had just taken every inch of my penis, she couldn't take all of Phil's. I couldn't take much of this. After a minute or two I said, "Oh, shit, I'm going to come."
She seemed desperate. "No, I'll stop, wait a minute." She brought her lips back to my lips.
My hand reached between her legs. The lips were bare, the little tuft above her cleft was different. Her clit was swollen harder than ever before. She was different. Wetter, slicker than I could ever remember. Three of my fingers went inside her. She stopped kissing me long enough to say, "That's also against the house rules, the fingers, but I can't help it. Joy said pussies are for cocks and tongues, not fingers. I can think of two or three of the rules that I'll probably break every time."
We were both gasping for breath when she nearly shouted, "Just fuck me! Let me get on top."
I don't think I had ever heard her use that word before. But I complied with her request. I was in her completely. But she said, "be easy, you're too big . . . careful . . . oh you're hitting my cervix . . . how many more inches?" Then she answered her own question for my benefit. "Three . . . I can't take it all . . . go slow . . . I'm coming." And she did. Lynn couldn't fake it. The vein on her neck swelled. I knew that her toes were curling. When we were first married she scratched my back so hard she drew blood. She learned to control her scratching, even though her orgasms intensified, as the years went by.
Though I had been in her to the hilt since I entered her, she finally declared as we thrust together, "Oh, oh baby, you're finally all the way in, I feel so full, so stretched."
I held onto her ass as we thrust against each other. With each outstroke her vagina gripped my penis. The familiar flesh seemed to suck my cock back, not wanting to let it go. We rolled over with me on top now. She was holding onto my ass cheeks as we trust in unison. With her right hand she parted the cheeks and explored with her finger until she touched my anus. She was determined to enter me with her digit. I was so hot with all that had been going I didn't last long. With a groan from me and a sigh from her I filled the tip of the condom with my semen.
After my cock slipped from her swampy vagina, she reached down and slipped the cum filled condom off my cock. I saw that the latex sheath was glistening and as wet on the outside from her secretions as it was on the inside from my ejaculate. She padded barefoot into the bathroom and came back with a warm wash cloth which she used to clean me.
While she was cleaning me I asked, "Was that guy Phil, I mean was he . . .?"
"Was he hung, is that what you wanted to ask? Let me tell you, he was huge."
"Were you able to . . . ?"
"Could I take him? Every inch. It wasn't easy but I was determined. He filled me completely."
"Did you come?"
"Constantly." Then, changing the subject she asked, "What are you going to do, honey?"
I looked at my watch, saw that it was after eleven, I had been with her a half hour, Phil had been with her twice as long. I came once. Phil had bragged to Burt that he came twice.
"I'll drive back to Las Vegas, sleep in the car and catch the 7:00 o'clock flight in the morning." I answered.
"Where are you going to tell everyone I am and what I'm doing?"
"I don't have a clue," I said honestly.
"Joy's pretty smart. I told her our problem, I mean family and all, and she suggested that you tell everyone I've been accepted to flight attendant school and we were keeping it a secret until I was accepted. When I come home, we can just say it didn't work out. Everyone knows we need the money. What do you think? Do you think that might work?"
"You know, I think it might. I believe Southwest is headquartered in Dallas. Why don't I say you applied a month ago and we were just was told that you had been accepted by Southwest?"
I had just slipped on my pants and shoes, and she had just finished dressing when we heard the chimes. Nothing else needed to be said but, "I love you." And then she was gone. I finished dressing and looked around the room that would be her home for the next three weeks.
Walking toward the entrance, as I turned the corner, I almost ran into Lynn returning to her room. She was holding the hand of a tall, very dark-skinned black man leading him to the room and the bed I had just occupied. As she passed me she fleetingly brushed the back of my hand with the back of hers.
The trip back to Las Vegas was almost automatic. As I passed the Clark County sign, I was reminded that on this side of the sign prostitution was illegal. On the other side it was legal. It didn't make any sense to me.
By the time I reached Las Vegas I was famished. I went to a buffet and made up for the meals I had recently missed. By the time I located a Wal Mart parking lot on Tropicana it was after two in the morning. I slept until the sun came up.
My trip home was uneventful. Our friends, family, and even the kids, completely bought the flight attendant school story. Actually, they were all very supportive of Lynn becoming a flight attendant because they had visions of free family passes anywhere that Southwest flew.
Before the end of the second week, Lynn called home and made arrangements to wire $8,000 into our account. The mortgage payments were brought current, the foreclosure process abruptly halted. I calculated that at $150 per client she had been with more than fifty men. I later learned that she was very popular and adept at tips so the $150 was too low, on average. However, what I didn't know was that the $8,000 wasn't all she had earned in two weeks. Nearly $4,000 had been held back so my fifty man estimate was actually too low.
Making arrangements to transfer the money was one of few times we were in contact while she was gone. It seems that the Ranch didn't think it was a good idea for the women to be in frequent touch with family and friends while they were on duty. She talked with the children two or three times and explained to them that, " mommy was very busy" and "would be home soon."
At the beginning of her third week, Earl told me that he was going to Las Vegas the next day and wondered if I would be upset if he saw her. It seemed a little strange to me but I told him I would be okay with that.
Earl only stayed in Nevada for four days and beat Lynn back to Portland with a couple of days to spare. I wasn't surprised to hear the door bell ring, shortly after the kids had gone down for the night. It was a little awkward for both of us with him knowing exactly what had happened while I had a pretty good idea.
His peace offering was a cold Bud.
"So how was Vegas?"
"I guess I broke about even."
"Come on Earl, cut the bullshit, you know what I mean. Did you visit the Ranch?"
"Ya. Ah, twice actually."
"And?" I wasn't going to let him get off the hook that easy.
"Humm." He really couldn't talk to me without nervously clearing his throat. "I saw Lynn."
"I'll bet you saw a lot of Lynn. I bet you saw all of Lynn."
"You'd win that bet. I had to wait two hours the first time." He still couldn't look me in the eye. I thought that was ironic since all of this was really his idea. I don't mean her fucking around, I mean working at the house in the desert.
"So how was it?"
"Shit Ted, you're not making this easy are you? You don't have to ask, you know better than anyone. I couldn't have imagined that in my whole life I would be with someone like your wife. I know that if she wasn't working there and I didn't have $500, it would have been impossible."
So here we were, old Earl, the old coot, the old letch, a man Lynn had thought was going senile less than three weeks ago and me, sitting in our den talking about him fucking my beautiful wife.
"I told you the gals at the Ranch made me feel like I was sixteen years old again. Now that I have something to compare them to, I see I was wrong. They made me feel like I was twenty- five. It was Lynn that made me feel like I was sixteen. I imagine that doctors would tell you a man my age couldn't have a wet dream. They would be wrong."
Then, for the next hour, Earl regaled me with details of the three times he had fucked Lynn. He was as smitten by her as every man who had ever seen her was smitten.
I imagined his body between her legs. His shaft inside her being milked by her pulsing pussy. I didn't have to imagine very hard. I had stood by him at urinals at Blazer games or after a movie—I know guys aren't supposed to look over and down but I did—our neighbor was huge in a flacid state, I imagined he would have been gigantic when aroused.
It was two days later when Lynn returned home. She was golden tan all over from lounging around the pool and using the Ranch's tanning beds everyday. She seemed to be more animated, excited and confident than ever before. She brought $10,000 back with her. Together with the $8,000 she had already sent home, $18,000 was her share for the three weeks. That meant that a parade of men had paid $36,000 for her favors.
That first day home she seemed restless. I noticed that whenever the doorbell or telephone rang she was unusually attentive. Once or twice I caught her jumping up when she heard the ringing. Clearly, the chimes at the Ranch had conditioned her. Sometimes, I thought I detected a trace of disappointment when she realized it wasn't a lineup call.
It was her second night home when, after making love for the umpteenth time, she said, "you know honey, as much as I thought I loved this house, this neighborhood, the Pacific Northwest, and I never thought I could be happy anywhere else, but I've been thinking . . . how would you feel about moving to another state?"
"What state do you have in mind?"
"How about Nevada? We could tell everyone that Las Vegas would be my first base with Southwest. "
Paradise Ranch 2
Lynn caught me by surprise when she said she had been thinking about moving to Nevada. Moving to anyplace was the farthest thing from my mind. Her request was a reminder that she had been putting off telling me the details of her time at the Ranch. Of course I knew about Phil and Earl. I knew how much she had earned and I had done the simple math to calculate her activity. But there was, very obviously, so much more that I didn't know. "Honey we have to talk. Before we consider selling the house, that you worked so hard to save, and packing up and moving a thousand miles away, I need to know everything that happened out there. Are you up to telling me about it?"
"I guess it's about time, isn't it? I can see that this is going to be another long night. Why don't you get us a drink. White wine for me."
That was something new. I usually mixed her a margarita.
When I returned with our drinks she said, "I've decided that the best place to start is after you left Joy and me in the office."
___________
No sooner had the door closed behind you, when I closed my eyes and I felt the wetness of tears on my cheeks. I didn't know I was about to cry. For the first time since you had told me about Earl's crazy idea I felt alone. I was afraid. Joy came from around the desk and scooted the chair you had been sitting in right next to mine. She put her arms around me and said, "it's okay, honey. Let it all out. You've had a very big day."
Her arms were comforting. After a couple of minutes she handed me a tissue. "Lynn, I know exactly how you feel. It was twenty years ago when I started in this business. Ted seems like a nice guy and obviously you love him. My ex husband was an asshole. He left me and the kids high and dry. I was desperate, as I imagine you are. Anyway, a friend who had a very private life that I didn't know about suggested I look into it. I remember making the decision like it was yesterday. It was the hardest thing I had ever done. You see, I attended parochial school and my folks wanted me to become a nun. I had never cheated on my husband."
Then she continued by skipping ahead. "Also, for the past several years I've introduced hundreds of women to this world that they couldn't have imagined. So, honey, I know how you feel, I really, really do."
She turned to face me and held my hands in hers. "Let me tell you about the business. When I'm finished you must decide if it's something you want to do. I mean that literally. Not something you have to do or something someone else wants you to do but something you want to do. Are you okay with that?"
I didn't speak, I just nodded my head.
"This business, in many ways, is like any other business. If you don't like it you won't do well and you'll become hard with resentment. There isn't anything sadder than a jaded whore. However, If you do like it, really like it, you'll be successful and nobody who didn't know could possibly guess what you do."
Then, I think to shock me or to make sure she had my attention she said, "Let's face it everybody who is healthy fucks. Some just fuck their spouses. Some cheat. Our ladies just fuck more. It changes here every week but usually about a third of our ladies are married."
She knew that she had my attention and continued. "We're a little different here at the Ranch than other houses. Sure we want our women to be attractive. More important though, we want them to like sex. Doc said you were a natural. But, let me ask you Lynn, do you enjoy sex?"
I didn't have to think about it for a second. "I love it!"
"That's what I thought. The difficult part for some of the ladies is separating love and sex. It's an emotional problem, I've never known it to be physical. Lynn, why don't we go to your room to finish our little chat?"
Before I could answer the telephone rang. After the second ring I heard the sounds emitted by the fax machine. Joy walked over and waited for it to receive and print. After a few seconds she held up the fax and said, "it's from doc, you're all clear. Let's walk down to your room."
Before we got to the room she turned into what could only be called a break room. There was a refrigerator, a few tables, a microwave. "Do you like white wine?"
"Oh, sometimes with a meal. Why?"
"I've found it's a good way to take the edge off. We don't allow our ladies to get drunk. Nothing's less sexy than a sloppy woman. However, there isn't anything wrong with being mellow and relaxed. A glass or two a day can't hurt. It makes me feel sexy." She pulled the cork from a bottle that had been in the refrigerator, poured two wine glasses nearly full and handed one to me. We carried them to my room.
As we walked, Joy pointed out the gym, dinning room, hot tub and the way to the pool. She opened the door to a room that looked like a very small night club. There was a small raised stage with sofas and chairs in a half circle in front of it. "This is our party room. Our ladies can't take out calls. We do, however, have parties here. Bachelor parties, stags, events like that.
After we entered my room, Joy gestured around the room with the hand that held her glass. "This place will be very important to you. Not only will this be where you party, it is where you'll rest and escape to be alone. If you want different pictures on the wall or even a different color bed spread or curtains, let me know. We want you to be comfortable and happy here."
"The room's just fine." After all, I thought, it's only for three weeks.
"Okay, let me tell you how things work here. Consider this sort of an orientation. If you have any questions, interrupt me. You saw the girls getting ready for a lineup earlier. Men who come here can request a certain lady if she's available. That's the minority though. Most of the time guys want a lineup. The men wait in the parlor for all of the ladies who aren't busy. The ladies can only tell them their name. Once the man chooses they go to the ladies room. t's actually against the law to discuss prices or services in the parlor, the bar or over the telephone. Are you with me so far?"
"So far. Go on."
"When you're entertaining though, you want to turn off this chime switch. Then, when you're finished you'll want to turn it back on. There has to be a good reason to miss a lineup when your not with somebody."
She took a sip of her wine before she continued. "Well, most of our ladies have a menu of their services. Obviously, you want the man to pay as much as possible for as little time as possible. ur house minimum is $200. What kind of party you give for that amount is entirely up to you. But it's usually just oral sex for that amount. Half and half is approximately $300. That's oral and straight sex. Some ladies get up to $500 for that kind of party."
"How long is a party?"
"Honey we don't sell time, we sell an orgasm. The guy gets to come. Usually, that takes half hour to an hour. Remember that they've been thinking about it all the way out here. They're almost always ready and don't last too long. If it seems like they're never going to come, then talk dirty . . . fuck me, fuck my pussy . . . fuck me hard. If that doesn't work, then play with their asshole, works every time."
Joy was telling more than I wanted to know. "What other kinds of parties are there?"
"Let me ask you, do you and your husband ever get involved in S&M, or bondage, domination?"
"No, not really. Sometimes Ted holds my wrists tight, I kind of like that, but I don't enjoy being hurt and I can't imagine intentionally hurting someone."
"That's fine. Several of our ladies are into that. The men look for a leather necklace, wrist bands or boots. Even if there isn't an item of apparel to give them away they seem to gravitate to each other. They'll know that you are into straight parties. If someone gets in here and wants something different just send them back to whoever is working the shift."
"What if the guy is . . . oh how can I say this? . . . what if he's repulsive?"
"If someone is obviously drunk, they don't get past the front door. If there is a hygiene issue, you can refuse. I'll get into that in a minute. But, if you just don't like them, age, race, height, weight, looks then we really discourage a lady refusing service. I don't think that'll be a big problem. Let's get back to other parties. Okay?"
"Okay." I told her as I finished my glass of wine.
"Are you and Ted into anal?"
"It's not my favorite thing. Once or twice a year. I've found it very uncomfortable."
"Let me tell you, Lynn. Guys are crazy for it. A $300 party can easily become a $500 party if you let him finish in your bottom. I can show you how to do it so that it won't hurt. Who knows, you might actually like it."
"I seriously doubt that."
"Okay, that's entirely up to you. Let me go on. When you agree on a party, tell the man to get comfortable. Most will know that means to get undressed. Then you take the cash or their credit card to the office. When you return to the room you'll check them out before continuing."
"What do you mean by that?" I hadn't realized how sheltered my life had been.
"You check them for obvious signs of sexually transmitted disease. When I started we called it VD, or venereal disease. You look for sores on their penis. Lumps or swelling on their testicles or the groin area. You look for a cloudy discharge from their urethra." She went on to explain that the examination should be under a bright light.
"Gee that sounds very clinical to me."
"It is. Once that's finished and you gently scrub the penis with a dilute antiseptic solution you'll feel more comfortable and so will the man." She handed me a bottle that had been on the corner of the dresser next to a stack of white wash cloths.
"Then you want to turn off the overhead light and turn on music that sets the mood. Believe me the precautions are worth it. Any questions?"
"No."
"Okay, follow me." I followed her to the small bathroom. "Always invite the man to take a shower. If he refuses, don't push it." In the bathroom was a shelf with a stack of dozens of white sheets. "Take a clean sheet and spread it out over the bedspread for each party. As you can imagine, our laundry room is very busy."
On the shelf was a box that I saw contained a dozen, dozen—144—condoms. Joy opened it. She handed the foil wrapped condom to me and said. "No cock enters any of our ladies' mouths, vaginas, or anus without wearing one of these. No exceptions. Let me show you how to put it on."
"I know how."
"I'm sure you do. Let me show you a different way." She tore the foil and put the condom in her mouth, which surprised me. Then, she put two of her fingers in her mouth. When she took them out they were covered in the latex up to the first knuckle. She skinned it down the rest of the way with her fingers. "The trick is to have the roll face toward the rear of the mouth. Even guys who hate to wear a rubber love it when you put it on with your mouth." She handed one to me and said, "give it a try."
I did. That's the way I put the condom on you.
We left the bathroom and walked back in the bedroom.
"Just a couple of other tips. Most ladies find it best to save their kisses for their boyfriends or husbands. Also, you're a lot more likely to catch a cold or the flu from kissing than an STD from fucking. Along that line, fingers are much more likely to cause you problems than tongues and cocks, if you know what I mean."
I started to sit down when Joy stopped me. "Don't sit down hon. Let me look at you. Turn around." Her eyes swept over me from my feet to the top of my hair. "Lynn, you are really beautiful. Just a couple of things. First, Amber can help you with your makeup and hair. For some reason guys like heavy makeup, bright red lipstick. They seem to want hair to be a little more wild than yours is. Lastly, they love blood red finger nails and toe nails. Any problem with that?"
"No. But, I always thought guys like the more natural woman."
"Not the guys who drive all the way out here. We can take care of the makeup, hair and nails in half an hour or so. Liz loves to do nails. Now, get undressed, okay?"
Had I not had the experience with doc Allison, I think I would have protested. As it was, I slipped my dress off, dropped it on the bed and stood before in my bra and panties. "My God Lynn, you real are something. Ted's one lucky guy. Do you have any sexy underwear?"
I thought my beige panties and bra were very sexy. They were bikini cut. "I have more like this only in different colors. What's wrong with these?"
"Oh, they're fine for everyday wear. I think something a little hotter would be more appropriate here. There's a merchant that drives out here in a bus every week. He has lingerie, shoes, gowns, dresses and swim suits. For tonight we have some things that I think might work. I'll be right back."
When she returned she held out the wispy black thong and nothing of a bra that you saw. "Try these on."
I slipped off my bra and panties, stepped into the thong and clasped the bra. The tendrils of my pubic hair weren't covered by the tiny panties. This didn't go unnoticed by Joy. "Somebody needs a haircut. Seriously, Lynn, all guys like bare lips and just a tiny hint of hair above the snatch. We have some bikini line depilatory that will do the job nicely in just five minutes." She looked at my feet and said, "kick off your shoes. What size shoe do you wear?"
"7 narrow."
Again she left and soon returned with the clear plastic high heels. I stepped into them. They fit perfectly but it was difficult to stand and walk in them.
"I'll go get Liz and Amber, if they're not busy." She tossed me a tube of Nair. "I'll give you a few minutes to take care of your other hair before they start on your head and face."
By the time they returned, my pubic hair had been reduced to the little strip you saw. My lips were bare as Joy had advised and seemed more sensitive than ever.
Joy explained that both Amber and Liz were cosmetologists. Amber rolled my hair in the biggest rollers I had ever seen while Liz painted my toe nails. Then while Amber did my eyes and face, Liz painted my finger nails. Ten minutes later amber brushed out my hair. Joy tossed me the black negligee that you saw. I slipped it over my shoulders and was posing in front of the mirror when the chimes sounded.
"Are you ready?" Joy asked.
I wasn't ready. I thought I had two days to get used to the idea while I was being cleared. I realized I would probably never be ready but for some reason I just nodded.
Joy gave me a big hug. "You'll be great."
When I saw the other girls lining up outside the office, I thought there was very little chance that I would be chosen. They were all so beautiful and most of them were younger than me. Most of them actually wished me good luck.
I thought I would die when I walked in and saw you sitting on the sofa with Phil and Burt. I didn't want to be chosen. But, with you there, I also didn't want you to see me rejected. I know that sounds crazy, but that's the truth. When he said my name my feelings were mixed. I hadn't been rejected which was a relief. But, I wouldn't have given Phil the time of day in any other situation.
I was trembling as we walked to my room. I wondered if I could do it. Oh, I knew I could physically have intercourse with him. I mean, I wondered how I would feel after. Would I hate it? Worse yet, would I love it? Would all of this change our relationship? Could everything I had been taught about morals and fidelity be set aside for three weeks without some psychological price being paid?
Well, I tried to share with you as best I could what happened in the room with Phil. When I returned from giving Joy the money Phil was naked, sitting on the couch. His cock was huge. I won't go into the details, you actually had a demonstration of what happened. I will say this, when I took him in my mouth I actually came. I guess that makes me a real slut. When he entered my pussy, I should say when the big head plopped in, I started coming. I don't think I stopped until he did.
Frankly, I didn't know how I would react to a sexual encounter outside marriage. But while we were fucking, I decided, consciously or unconsciously, to give a 100% of myself. I did. I met his thrusts with equal force and enthusiasm. He didn't last long, less than fifteen minutes I would guess. After cleaning him I went to the bathroom. When I returned, I was surprised to see that he was getting dressed.
"What are you doing?" I asked him.
"Well, I already came."
I don't know what possessed me but I didn't want him to leave so quickly. I began to kiss him, he kissed me back. Then he was naked again. His cock was recovering. Then he was in me. I realized that I was breaking another rule because he was bareback. This time he played me like an instrument. I think he was more concerned about my experience than his own. We fucked more than twice as long the second time. This time, his semen wasn't captured in a condom but in my naked, pulsing pussy. In my first hour I had broken nearly all of the rules Joy had explained.
While I was walking him to the entry, which we are required to do with each guest, he told me he would be back soon.
Ted, I can't remember being hotter than when you and I were back in my room. After all, Doc had made me come twice, Phil many times. You know I'm always ready for more. In fact the more often we made love, the more I needed it and wanted it. Well, you made me come like crazy but I was still ready for more.
The last time I saw you, I was walking back to the room with Cole. I never imagined myself with a black man. He was a very physical lover, not much finesse. The girls call them power fuckers or machine gunners. Power fucking and machine gunning seemed to be just what I needed.
After he came he explained that he was an advance man for a minor league basketball team that was coming to Las Vegas for an exhibition game the next week. He wondered if we did out calls for stag parties. I explained that we couldn't leave the Ranch but he should talk to Joy about private parties.
After Cole left, it seemed to get even busier until about 4 in the morning. I had seven parties, not counting you, the first night and drifted off to sleep about 5. Joy told me I was doing great. That every man raved about me. I'm not bragging just sharing with you what I can remember. I slept like the dead until noon on Saturday. Sunday was more of the same just a little slower.
On Monday four new ladies arrived. Marsha, who was on duty then, explained that Monday was the arrival day for those coming back and usually for first timers, like me. Coming in on a Friday night and going directly to work that same day, like I did, was highly unusual. Wednesday was the day that ladies left and the new girls were cleared for work.
On Tuesday I met Kelly. She had been working two or three weeks at a time for the last six months. We were kindred spirits. She too was married with children and a couple of years older than me. Her husband got in trouble gambling and ran up a huge debt. She told me that the people to whom he owed the money weren't patient. They suggested that his wife work to help pay down the debt. When they explained what kind of work they had in mind, he flipped out. It was Kelly who saw that their choices were few.
To make a long story short, she came to work at the Ranch. The debt was paid in two months. Three months ago they moved from Des Moines to Boulder City, a suburb of Las Vegas. Her children are in school, her husband has a better job than he did in Iowa. I think you'd really like her. She's beautiful, has a great personality and made my time at the Ranch more fun than it would have been had she not been there.
Kelly was hilarious. When things got slow, she'd make up games. She gave each girl a piece of paper and a pencil and asked them to make a list of different names for the vagina. Another time the penis. And, still another time sexual intercourse. She one every time. I always came in last—the product of a very sheltered life, I guess.
The other thing that Kelly and I had in common was how much we enjoyed the work. I quickly discovered that Joy was right, all the ladies liked sex and were enthusiastic partners. Kelly and I seemed to like it even more than the others. For straight parties, usually she or I would be chosen first in a lineup. Anyway, between parties we would visit in her room, mine or the lounge and talk. It was Kelly who suggested I keep a journal. ________
Lynn paused, went to her dresser and retrieved a book from her underwear drawer. "I reconstructed, as best I could from memory, what happened before I got the journal. After that, I kept an accurate record of everything that happened with each party, including my feelings about it. I also wrote a sketch of every girl and what we did between parties to pass the time."
"Did Cole talk to Joy about coming out for a party?"
Lynn hesitated in responding. "Yes he did." She finally said.
"Well, did he make arrangements."
"Yes, they drove out the next Wednesday."
"So what happened?"
"Joy asked me on Monday if I would be interested in a group party. She explained that usually for bachelor parties or stags the guys liked to watch a dancer then stay in the party room for three or four hours. She told me that with a group the average per hour would be nearly twice what individual parties paid. I thought about and told her I would give it a try."
"So, I would love to hear the details." I waited for her to continue.
"Jessica, she used to be a nude dancer at a gentlemen's club in Las Vegas, agreed to give me a few pointers on dancing. She helped me select the music, taught me some moves during our slow time on Tuesday and Wednesday during the day. She selected a long white, very sexy strapless gown with a slit all the way up to my hip." She finished the glass of wine and indicated she would like a refill.
When I returned she took a sip and continued. "They arrived about eleven. They were all in a mood to party because they had won the game earlier that night. Beverly set up and tended a bar in the party room. There was just Beverly the seven men and me. As I moved on the tiny stage, even though I had already spent five days responding to the chimes, I was very, very nervous. Both Joy and Jessica told me that for these kinds of parties teasing was really very silly so I wasn't wearing any underwear, just the long sexy gown and sky high white heels."
"I moved around the stage to their hoots and hollers." "Take it off . . . show us some flesh . . . we want boobs . . . let's see your twat." "I hoped that I didn't look clumsy. This was all so new to me."
"As the second song began I pulled the long zipper at the side down and held the bodice to my chest for just a few seconds. Then I let it drop to the floor. Except for my shoes I was naked in a room full of black basketball players who knew I was a sure thing because they had already paid for four uninterrupted hours."
"I laid down on the polished stage and writhed to the throbbing beat, as Jessica had taught me. I could feel the moisture begin to ooze from my swollen pussy. I sensed that someone was on the stage behind me. Then, thick wet lips pressed against mine. I hoped that Beverly wouldn't snitch on me for breaking a rule. I was sure that before they left my breaking most of the rules would have been witnessed for the first time. I needn't have worried, however, because when I glanced at Beverly, I saw that she too was now nude and occupied with two of the players on one of the sofas."
After taking another sip of wine she continued. "In no time, each of my nipples were being suckled. I wasn't surprised when my bottom began to receive the same intense attention that my breast and mouth were receiving. By the time the first black cock entered me, I was on fire and ready for anything."
"Then what happened?" I asked.
"The team got it's money's worth that night. By the time they left at 3:00 in the morning every player had come more than once. My jaws, pussy and anus were a little sore but I knew they would be ready for the next day. I was far more concerned about being dehydrated than tissue damage."
Neither of us spoke for a minute or two. Finally, I said, "I'd really like to hear about Earl's visit."
"I knew you would. He actually came out twice. My time with him, as you might imagine, was very different than with the others. I mean, well, I knew him. I suppose that, other than family, I was closer to him than anybody. Earl was more than a neighbor, he was our closest friend. In spite of the age difference I felt very close to him."
"So what happened."
"I'll get there, give me a minute. Well a girl knows . . . I mean we know when someone finds us attractive. You guys think you can steal a glance and we don't know it. That's not the way it works, let me tell you. I knew when Earl was looking at my breasts for just a split second too long. Or staring at my legs. Or trying to sneak a peak up my thighs. I could even feel his stare on my ass as I walked away from him. I guess this is a long way of saying I knew he was very attracted to me. I wasn't offended by it, I was flattered. I chalked him up as harmless, as I did you buddies. Sort of looking is okay, touching is prohibited."
Another pause, a sip and she went on. "Anyway, I guess I had been there about two weeks when Marsha, she was on duty that afternoon, told me someone had requested me and had been waiting for two hours—it had been an unusually busy afternoon, and this was my second request. I must say, I was very surprised when I walked into the parlor and saw Earl. It was an awkward moment for both of us."
"Ah, Lynn, if this makes you uncomfortable . . . I mean, I can have a lineup." Earl said.
"That seemed kind of silly to me. I didn't say anything, I just took his hand and walked him to my room. I wasn't at all bothered by the age difference. I had been with several men who were older than Earl, some who were still in their late teens and probably every age in between."
"I decided the best thing to do was treat him like everybody else. But, he wasn't like everybody else, he was familiar, someone I knew and liked very much. Ted, you had said that a woman should be able to have recreational sex without an emotional attachment. I found that you were right. But this time, there was an emotional involvement even though at the friend not lover level."
"That afternoon we made love twice. Notice, I didn't say fucked, we made love. Wet kisses accompanied by words of endearment made this party different. I was surprised by his length and girth. I remember you had joked about seeing him but I thought you probably exaggerated. Now I know, if anything, you understated his dimensions at least when fully aroused. Not only was he generously endowed, he knew what to do with it— which I've learned is even more important."
I didn't know if I wanted to hear more. I must have a masochistic streak, however, because I urged her to continue.
"The first time he wore a condom that I knew must have been very uncomfortable for him. The second time he rode bareback, as many others had in the days before. Well, he came back the next day. After he finished and we were laying there in the afterglow he told me he loved me. He quickly apologized and explained that he wasn't in love with me but that he cared for me and was concerned for my welfare. Sounded like a lot of double talk to me."
"What now? I mean about Earl." I clarified.
"I don't know. I've avoided seeing him since I got back but that sure can't work. Let's invite him over for a late dinner."
"Is that all, a dinner?"
"To start. Would it bother you if something happened?"
I thought about her question. I was sure it would bother me. But, while she had been wonderful in sharing her experiences with me. And, I was sure that missing details would be filled in as I read her journal, I still hadn't seen her in action. "It probably would bother me, but I wouldn't mind a front row seat if anything were to happen."
Earl did come over for dinner that night. But that's a story of its own.
A week later I drove Lynn to the airport in Portland. It was a Monday. It would take two days for her to clear and be ready for the sound of the chimes on Wednesday. There is a For Sale sign in front of our tract home on the cul de sac near Earl's house. I've been checking the online classified ads for employment and real estate on the Las Vegas Review Journal and Las Vegas Sun' websites.
Check back here, if you're interested, and I'll keep you posted on what develops.
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