© 2005 by the author, all rights reserved.
The whore with a heart of gold is a myth; it's bullshit. I don't have a heart of gold. The only thing that turns me on is cash.
I've worked at Sheri's Ranch in Pahrump, one hour from downtown Vegas, for the last two years and have done about anything a whore can be asked to do. The church-going hypocrites in Las Vegas decided that what I do for a living is illegal there and banished whore houses to the outskirts. Churches squeeze people for money every Sunday and don't give much back to the suckers. It's a con game, like most games in Vegas. I don't cheat *my* customers; they walk away satisfied.
The only things I refused were scat scenes and rim jobs. Scat jobs are too messy and I hate the smell. Too bad, because some guys pay a lot for the privilege of eating shit. My friend Jennifer, who works here at Sheri's Ranch, does scat work because of the money; she's a single mom with two teen-aged kids. Golden Showers are easy; the only preparation consists of drinking lots of water in advance, and the scenes are easy to do. Guys into that sort of action want to be pissed on by a woman, as they grovel at her feet. Nothing would amaze me after two years in the business, even wanting to eat shit and get pissed on.
Prostitution is regulated in Nevada. A whore has to be licensed, meaning she's tested regularly for disease. Condoms are required for intercourse and for sucking cock. Dental dams are used for rimming assholes. A few gals accept rough work, like getting slapped around. But our boss and mother confessor, Eloise, discourages that sort of crap.
Most of the job involves straight sex, getting fucked by a customer. We often give young guys their first fuck, in a safe environment.
I've serviced women who want to try lesbian action. That's fun to do, and the gals tip generously. One stockbroker from Chicago offered to fly me out to her place for a week, but I turned her down because she was the clingy type, not my cup of tea. Besides, who would have fed my cat when I was away?
Eloise likes me and gives me as many high-paying jobs as possible. I had a threesome with a couple last month: husband, wife, and me. She wanted me to touch her all over, suck her tits, and then eat her pussy - while hubby fucked me in the ass. That was an expensive scene, the kind I need to pay for my apartment in an upscale building.
Whores who satisfy customers can make enough money to walk away in three or four years with a big wad of cash. That's why so many women come to Vegas to be prostitutes. Some are even married or have advanced degrees.
My old boyfriend was a blackjack dealer at Caesar's Palace. I caught the bastard cheating on me with a showgirl and threatened to cut off his balls. Whenever I get an itch for a friendly fuck, that's easy to do. I've learned to separate my personal sex life from what I do for a living. Sounds weird, I know, but it's true for most of the gals at Sheri's. Last weekend, for example, I met this couple from Ohio who were sitting next to me at a Bingo game downtown and...I digress, that's another story.
One day Eloise called me into her office and said, "I've got one of those guys for you who wants to get fucked in the ass - a virgin."
"I suppose he's ashamed about what he wants and has to go to a whorehouse, the usual story."
"Yep," Eloise said, "he's afraid of being called a queer by his buddies, and afraid of turning off his girl friend. He's getting married to a librarian next month and wants to be fucked by a woman beforehand. Will you take him?"
