The Nooky Network 02 - The Woman with The Black Eye
By Horny Times Contributor
Overview
Le réseau Nooky
or
The Nooky Network
- an international network of social clubs which exist to satiate the hedonistic desires of its owners, otherwise known as Patrons.
The Network
is now 3 years old and boasts of private clubs and enclaves, either in major cities or occupying rural and privately-owned land the world over.
The Grand Sierra Enclave
- A privately owned pleasure resort owned and operated by
The Nooky Network.
Often referred to simply as
The Enclave.
It is situated on the southern side of I-80 on the Eastern side of the Sierra Nevada Mountain range,
The Enclave
occupies 100 square miles of deeply forested grounds set well above the Truckee River floodplain.
Jane's Pussy Palace
- The main attraction within
The Enclave
. Previously, it was a famous brothel open to the public, owned and operated by the former and famous European pornstar, Jane Darling. Now, it is closed to the public, but its sexual activities continue.
Pussy Par-Excellence
-
The Nooky Network's
Reno, NV downtown facility. It is run out of
The Horny Harlot Superstore
inside
The Monroe Building
.
Maximum Pleasure Products
- (
M.P.P.
) A highly successful, commercial enterprise launched by former pornstars Veronica Hart and Adele Stephens. It is a worldwide vendor of fine adult clothing, accessories, toys and movies.
Unquenchable Desire
-
M.P.P.'s
most popular product, an aphrodisiac for both men and woman designed to help get and keep horny people 'in the mood.'
M.P.P.
has recently released a version as a mango flavored wine cooler.
Nympho
- An independent contractor who provides sexual services on behalf of
The Nooky Network
.
Patrons
- An international group of founders, owners and operators of
Le réseau Nooky
or
The Nooky Network. Patrons
are made up of elite current and former pornstars (some of whom also double as Nymphos), trust fund babies, heirs to vast fortunes, and others who have made it big in the private sector.
This story features two pornstars from the past: Faye Reagan and Hanna Hilton.
Prologue
It was in early April when P.I. Ralph Ransom first spotted the young, red-haired, many freckled woman as she entered
The Horny Harlot Diner
. In fact, it was the third day in a row that she came in dressed like a streetwalker. Today she was adorned in a pink, spandex outfit that emphasized the outlines of her tits and pussy leaving nothing to the imagination.
She was obviously a hooker, beautiful, but a hooker non the less.
What particularly captured his attention was the big-black shiner that disfigured her right eye.
She found a booth and ordered breakfast. The meal was a meager one and when she clasped her cup of coffee, she used two shaking hands. There was some kind of egg sandwich, half eaten on her plate. She looked famished and on her last legs.
Plainly, she had recently been assaulted. Ralph had an intense dislike for men who assaulted women, even hookers.
She was exactly the type of woman he was always on the lookout for.
As an ex-cop, he disapproved of women selling themselves on the streets. He knew that usually this was because of some serious misfortune that had occurred in their lives. He didn't have anything against prostitution,
per se
, as long as it took place under carefully controlled conditions. He also knew that women had been selling themselves since the dawn of time.
Nor did he object to being the private investigator for
The Nooky Network
because
The Network
met his standards. It offered the opportunity to take a few unfortunate women off the streets and put them back on their feet, to his immense satisfaction.
So, when he spotted the woman with the black eye, he figured this was another opportunity to do good.
He approached her and said, "May I?" asking if he may join her for breakfast.
She looked up into the kindest, most world-weary eyes she had ever seen. He was craggy faced, in his early fifties, and she figured he was harmless. She was also curious about what he wanted. She didn't think it was sex.
"Please," she said affirmatively.
He slid into the booth and in the next second he was placing a business card on the table in front of her. It said:
Ralph Ransom
Private Investigator
Licensed and bonded
1-775-467-1122 Fax: 1-775-4467-3412
Her hands began to shake harder, so he reached out and clasped her hands in a reassuring grip. "Relax, you're not in trouble. There is no need for you to panic," he said in the gentlest voice possible.
"What do you want?" she asked with a voice still filled with trepidation.
"I want to take you off the streets. Being a streetwalker is no life for a young woman. I'm a retired cop and I've seen plenty of streetwalkers in my time. Right now, I want to get a decent meal into you."
He looked around and spotted a waitress and waved her over. He said, "Trixie. Bring this woman a Denver omelet, with hash browns and an orange juice. On the house. Please."
Trixie took a good look at her and immediately understood the situation. This wasn't the first rescue situation she had observed.
"Thank you very much," Faye said sincerely. "Why are you doing this?"
He was happy to hear the note of dignity in her voice. She was salvageable.
"I am the private investigator for
The Nooky Network
. Have you heard of it?"
"Yes, it is a ring of high-class prostitutes. I've seen the brochures."
"Essentially, I have two jobs for
The Network
.
One
, I screen all would-be Patrons before we allow them anywhere near our women. Patrons must meet minimal standards in wealth and conduct. They must pass a criminal background check and be checked for s.t.d.'s.
Two
, whenever possible, I like to take streetwalkers off the street, especially before that lifestyle has a chance to ruin their lives. Tell me about yourself."
Her story made him angry but brought no surprises. After graduating from nursing school, she had married a Lothario who cleaned out their joint bank account and disappeared, leaving her with a mortgage and a car payment. Lacking other resources and in need for some quick cash, she returned to the 'trade' which financed her medical education.
She had only been walking the streets for three days and hadn't been having much success. The few bucks she made was quickly used up in meals and grimy hotel rooms.
It was a story as old as time.
Trixie brought the omelet and placed it on the table just as Ralph was holding up his hand and saying, "OK. I've heard enough. Men are supposed to protect women," with a voice filled with contempt.
With that Faye succumbed to hunger and dug into her meal.
Then he said, "Here's what I want to do if you'll let me. First, we'll put you up in a room and let you get some sleep. Then, I want you to talk to some of our women and let them tell you their stories about what life is like inside
The Network
. Then if you like what you're hearing, we'll take the next step."
She was astounded, "You're serious? You want
me
to be a high-class Nympho inside your
Network
?"
"Certainly," he said looking her dead in the eye.
"Why? Why me?"
"You're a beautiful woman who has had a run of bad luck and I don't like what your ex has done to you. I'd rather you be in
The Network
than walking the streets. Believe me, you won't be the first woman I've rescued. Call it my personal mission in life. Further, our women quit all the time."
"Again, why?"
"Good, a very intelligent question," he said. "The reasons vary. Some quit to get married. Others because they've graduated from college and want to pursue actual careers. Others to be closer to friends and family. Being a Nympho
is not
and should
not
be viewed as a lifetime career for anyone. Merely a temporary stop on the road of life."
"Very poetic."
"So? What do you say? Interested? Of course, you can quit anytime."
She thought about it and figured she couldn't do any worse. What did she have to lose, after all? She had heard that the Nymphos were well paid for their 'services.' She had also learned of the various safeguards
The Network
had installed to protect them.
She decided to look into it further.
"Ok. I'll look it over," she said.
"Excellent!" he said with a big smile on his face. He called Trixie over again and said, "Call upstairs and have them find a room for Faye here, so she can get a few hours of sleep. Also, find her some fresh clothes."
Trixie smiled a great smile and said, "Welcome to