All characters in sexual situations are 18 years of age and older.
CH 01
So, here I am picking up my rental at McCarran airport in Las Vegas. I'm moving forward with my practical joke. It should be the best one ever! My time is limited so I must move fast. I've never been to a brothel before. They are legal in Nevada, so that's where I am. I need someone that's willing but also safe.
I'm not sure what to expect. I chose one called a "lineup" brothel since I need to make a quick choice. I have a picture of the kind of gal I need emblazoned in my brain. I'll know her when I see her in the "lineup."
Getting to the brothel took longer than I expected. Guess I just assumed that they would all be located close to Las Vegas. Not true! Anyway, here I am.
As I walk in the door, I see a sign on the wall. It reads, "We Welcome You With Open Legs." A little song plays every time the door is opened. It uses the tune of Shave and a Haircut --Two Bits; but the words are different. It goes:
Sung by the whore house -- Quartet.
Have you got a hard-on? -- Not yet!
Are you gonna get one? -- You bet!
It's coming on!
The place is nothing like I expected. The lighting is subdued and the whole atmosphere is welcoming. After checking in at the desk, I'm given four forms to fill out. There's a consent form, a registration form, a legal regulations form, and a preferences form. There's also an information pamphlet.
The legal regulations form specified that there could be no recordings of any kind made in the facility. No pictures, videos, or audio; period. The preferences form let me choose what sexual acts I would be wanting. I was surprised at the length of the list!
The pamphlet stated that none of the "lineup" girls could participate in any kind of social media. There could be no photographs of them on the web or any other media that could be used for reverse image search purposes. It also said that their real names would never be used. I signed all of the forms. As for my preferences, since what I want to do is somewhat complicated, I checked the "Other" box.
A few minutes later, the ladies walked in and lined up. Each one held a card with a number on it. The girl at the desk seemed to be in charge. She asked me to make a choice. It was apparent to me that none of these girls met my requirements. They were pretty gals, but they were much too young for what I'm planning. I asked if they had any older ladies available, only to find out that they didn't. I asked if any of the other brothels might have older ladies available. That's when I was told that I needed to talk to the "boss." She would know about the availability of older gals.
I took a seat as the girls filed out of the room. A few minutes later, the "boss" walked in and spotted me. She said, "I'm Mary. I understand that our girls are too young for you."
I said, "I'm David Lawrence." I extend my hand and she looked a bit confused. Then she reached out and we shook hands. It was like shaking hands was a ritual that she doesn't perform very often.
She recovered and took the chair next to mine. She asked, "Is this about an older woman fetish, David?" I assured her that I had no such fetish. In fact, I had no fetishes whatsoever. I told her that what I wanted was complicated and it would take me a while to explain it. Then I blurted out, "The fact is, you would be perfect for what I need!"
Now she looked even more confused and a little bit flustered. I said, "Look, Mary, I'm willing to pay whatever it takes. Money is no object. Of course, I don't know if you are available for duty or if you just run this place."
She said, "I've been managing this brothel for five years, but before that, I was one of the girls in the lineup. I did that for twenty-five years. As to money being no object, I think you might be surprised at how much I made during those years in the lineup. I made a lot more then than I'm making now in management. I've made some good investments too, so don't try to sway me with money. If you want my services, you will have to convince me that it's something I would enjoy doing. It would have to be something new and unique, a different experience, so to speak. So, let's go to my office and see how convincing you can be."
Thirty minutes later, she knew the details of the practical joke that I had planned. She said, "I must admit, it's something that I've never done before. It means working in a far-away city. There have been times when I worked a convention or something like that away from this place, but that's always risky since I don't have legal standing anywhere but here. Having said that, it's so crazy that it appeals to me. I've always dreamed about being an actress. The job you are wanting to be done is probably as close as I'll ever get to living that dream."
I understood what she was saying. I said, "It will be a once in a lifetime experience, Mary. I hear what you're saying about money, but I've made quite a bit too. I have five patents that are still producing good royalties. I will pay all of your expenses. The airfare, lodging, missed salary from this place, plus whatever fee you decide to charge. I'll also cover whatever it costs to get the necessary costume and other paraphernalia that you will require."
I couldn't believe it! I had convinced her! She set about making the necessary arrangements to have someone cover her position starting tomorrow. Then she made a phone call and her "costume" was delivered within an hour. She modeled it for me and I thought she looked very convincing.
I spent the rest of the day until quitting time in her office. She got called away a few times but we spent most of the time in conversation.
At one point she said that she had noticed my marital status was listed as "divorced" on my registration form. I nodded my head.
"Mary, if you can believe it, my divorce was the fortuitous result of one of my practical jokes. It so happened that one of my colleagues named Johnny was an expert at altering photographs and videos. He was making some big bucks by attaching the faces of well-known people, mostly movie stars, to porn site bodies. I don't know how they avoided being prosecuted, but they did. To make a long story short, I decided to have some fun. I had him make one of those videos featuring the face of my wife on a porno female body fucking a porno male with the face of the college boy that lived next door. The background that was blended in was taken in our marital bedroom. Johnny blended it all together in a very convincing video. It wouldn't survive professional scrutiny, but it was very believable to the casual viewer.
When he finished the job, he sent it as an attachment to an email from a fake "friend" of mine. The subject line read, "A friend thinks you should see this!" I thought the whole thing would turn out to be a real hoot.
When the message arrived, I brought it to the attention of my wife. I couldn't wait to see how she would take the colossal joke. Turns out, the joke was on me.
Instead of laughing and asking how I was able to fake something like that, she looked horrified and yelled, "How did you get this video? Did you plant a camera in our bedroom? I didn't know you had the smarts to pull this off!"
She became very serious as she said, "How did you know about us? We were so careful."
She was bawling as she stated, "I never dreamed you would find out. I never intended to hurt you. You must believe me. I don't love him! It was just sex. Nothing more."
I found out that the affair had been going on for over a year. She promised that she would end it, but instead, I ended our marriage.
Mary said, "Unintended consequences can be bad, but they can be good too. I just wonder if our little adventure will generate anything unexpected." I wondered that too.
While I told her much of my life story, it was a two-way street. I learned a lot about her too. Her mother was an alcoholic. Her dad left when she was just five years old. After he left, her mom auditioned a string of future husbands. None of them passed the test. It was a tough time that Mary tried to forget.
She left home before graduating from high school. She shared an apartment with one of her friends that had graduated the previous year. They both worked as waitresses until the fateful day that Mary was successfully recruited by a pimp. What followed was not a good life.
She took a giant step forward in her field when she was hired at this Nevada brothel. She was doing the same work, but the environment was much better. She received training and underwent frequent STD tests. Best of all, she had a room of her own, free meals, paid health care, and a good salary. In addition, there were some very generous tips from her customers. In fact, her tips usually bested her salary. Life was good!
She began studying in her spare time. That led to her passing the GED test and getting her high school diploma. After reaching that milestone, she began taking classes at a junior college, which led to an associate degree. It took her quite a while since she could only spare the time for one or two courses each semester, but she persisted. She was the oldest member of her graduating class.
I must say that I was very impressed with Mary. I told her how much I admired the vision and tenacity that ended up getting her a management position! I told her that I'd never met a more informed person. Her vocabulary was beyond impressive. I mentioned that I knew many people with advanced degrees that were no match for her. I told her how much I respected her and that I would like to get to know her better. To that end, I suggested some long-distance dating.
She took my hand and looked me in the eyes while saying, "David, you must remember that when all is said and done, I'm a prostitute. I have had sex with hundreds of different people, perhaps more than a thousand during my twenty-five active years. I've been involved in all types of sex. I have experienced every sexual position that exists. Besides my normal one-on-one performances, I've also experienced multiple-partner sex of every kind. There's been threesomes and foursomes featuring partners of every sexual description. In addition, I've been in BDSM situations, gangbangs, and orgies of every kind imaginable.
"Think about it, David. You don't want to have any kind of dating relationship with me. You don't want to be seen with me or have your good name associated with me in any way. You must avoid becoming intimate with me. I'm damaged goods in multiple ways.
