For several months, I have been carefully considering if I should travel to Nevada to work in a brothel or continue to watch my money gradually shrink. It is a difficult decision. In a few weeks, I will have a vacation - - - - possibly I could work in the sex business at a legal Nevada brothel.
During happier times, my spouse and I vacationed in Nevada. As I recall, we drove north from Las Vegas to Reno, then East on the Interstate into Utah. My ex saw several ranches --- actually, brothels --- from the highway and decided he wanted to visit a brothel and have some sexual fun. I was naturally curious but did not want him to visit a brothel. We had a long discussion about sex, legal brothels, morals, etc. as we drove toward Reno, then East of Reno.
I don't recall the name of the small town just off the Interstate in Northern Nevada but we stopped and got a motel room. I tried to entice him to love me instead of visiting the local brothel. But he left me watching television and went any way and was gone for almost two hours. By the time he got back, I was starting to use the third box of the motel supplied tissues. My eyes were red from crying. I asked myself where I had gone wrong in the bedroom but did not find a satisfactory answer.
When my now ex-husband returned, I asked him why he went to a brothel for sex instead of possessing me. He indicated that he wanted a brothel experience and a variety of sex.
Later, I was naturally curious about what occurred at the brothel. Gradually he told me -- -- about a line up of women wearing revealing lingerie, about his selection of a 'girl' for his party, about the dick check she gave and how he started to get an erection, about her body - her breasts and nipples β a tattoo of a flower above her slit, and about the sex -- a hand job, a breast massage, how she put a condom on him, a blow job with ball sucking, and intercourse: rear entry, cow girl and missionary positions.
I still remember his exact words -- like it was only yesterday.
He said: "That woman was wonderful in bed -- many pleasing soft curves to touch. She very willingly allowed and provided me with sexual pleasures -- pleasures that you refuse to give me. She drained me, twice, of all the cum I had. I am tried and going to bed."
He did not even kiss me. Once he was sleeping, I wrote down those words on a piece of paper, and still have them. He slept for a long time. I cried myself to sleep.
He never told me how much he spent -- just said that it worth the cost. That money could have been used to pay some of our bills. Or to improve our home. Or to buy some new furniture. Or to pay for some of our vacation expenses.
Later, he asked me to do some sexual things that he had seen in some porn videos. Initially, I refused. Also, I refused to watch any porn videos. I have really never understood how a woman would allow herself to be photographed having sex. My spouse even wanted me to pose naked and wearing very revealing lingerie. Even nude pictures while we were 'doing it'. He wanted to use his new digital camera and even have the pictures on a computer.
But he continued to make sexual demands. I did some of the things he requested but never completely satisfied him. We frequently went to bed at different times -- usually who ever went to bed first was sleeping when the other went to bed. Or pretended to be sleeping. If I had done the sexy things he requested, I possibly would still be married.
Later he told me that one reason we vacationed in Nevada was simply so he could have fun and variety in sexual practices. He planned on visiting a brothel. As I recall, I told him he could posses me in most any manner for a lot less money. He just laughed -- and said something to the effect that he earned the money and he would spend it as he chose.
My financial problem really started a few years ago. Initially, we had a wonderful marriage, I thought. But in time my husband developed a drinking and gambling problem. He earned good money at work but not that good. His attitude toward me changed over a few years -- -- eventually he left me. It has been over one year since I last saw him. I have not been intimate with any man for almost two years.
By mail, with some prodding by my lawyer, he signed the house over to me. And the large mortgage that was still on the house. I had to sell the house, but after the real estate agent and mortgage bank got their money there was little left for me. Currently, I live in an inexpensive apartment in an average suburb of a city in the Northwest area of the United States. Soon I will need to buy a car, most likely a used older car. Also, I have some medical and dental needs.
My Father is deceased. But my Mother has helped me financially to some extent. I don't really want her to support me -- Mother has her own financial difficulties. My job as a clerk at a large box discount store helps but the pay and the hours are not quite adequate. Essentially, each month is too long for the money that I have. It seems that I always run out of money when five to seven days of the month remain.
I have stayed in contact with my girl friends from high school. Just by chance, in a letter one of my girl friends indicated that she had worked at a Nevada ranch. I am going to contact her and ask a few questions.
I sent this email to my high school girl friend:
Hi Marsha,
Money is tight for me right now -- too many days in each month for the money that I have. I am considering ways to supplement my money by working. Probably in Nevada.
In one of your recent letters you wrote that you were working at a ranch in Northern Nevada. But you did not go into any details of what type of work you were / are doing. Coming right out and asking: Is this ranch a brothel?
I have many questions, but few answers, about the working life of a "girl" at a brothel. Would like to telephone you and have your comments. Are you willing to discuss this subject?
Many Thanks
Your Special High School Friend,
Betty
In a few days, Marsha replied to my email:
Hi Betty
Yes -- the ranch is a legal Nevada brothel. Over the past two years, I have "worked" at this
spread
(LOL) about ten times, two weeks each time.
Love to see you, but not possible now. Yes, I will gladly answer your questions regarding brothel "work". Suggest you telephone me some weekend in the early evening after 7:00 pm. Saturday would be best. Will send you, tomorrow, some brothel names and telephone numbers.
Best Wishes,
Marsha
PS I used the word "
spread
" because that is what a brothel gal does. She provides sexual service that a man - a stranger, really - wants. Almost always, she