As I mentioned above, this was sort of a dare or a bet (no stakes). A friend had suggested that all escorts were really hookers, and that it was both immoral and illegal, AND I would be supporting a system that was harming the women involved. All of which is more or less true (ok- more true, she might read this).
My friend seemed "intense" on the subject, both for general reasons AND may be to protect an old man from doing something dangerous and stupid and expensive and likely to ruin his life. She never mentioned the fact that there was nothing I could hope to gain from the experience! Maybe a younger man could hope to enjoy ejaculating on, over, or in something... but that was not anything I wanted, needed, hoped for, or expected. And if you are saying, BULLSHIT! I am sure you are thinking about yourself and what you want, need and hope for. I was mostly very curious, although I had visited a Nevada whore house more than 55 years earlier, I was pretty sure that expeience would not be anything close to what would happen if I "met" an escort and spent some time (and money) alone with her.
I went to the Nevada brothel with 4 other guys, all of whom had been there before (I had never had intercourse with a girl before, but I was 18... and 3 months). So one day after tennis, about noon, I phoned the number and asked for Michelle, then gave a fake name and asked about making an appointment. I tried to ask about "rules" but she said she didn't have any, then mentioned that we had never met. That seemed like some kind of rule being explained, but as I asked more and more questions, she simply said,"I am very uncomfortable with this conversation." It later occurred to me that all kinds of quacks and malicious folk may try phoning to learn about the EVIL surrounding them, or maybe the police were trying to set up a sting. So I sent her another email, with a picture, and explained that I would call for an appointment. Probably tomorrow about 1pm. In the morning when I got ready to go to play tennis, I found an email that mentioned she "have time this morning". I drove over to that part of town, and phoned to ask about an appointment, and explained where I was. She gave me an address, but didn't really seem to know where that address was - in terms of driving there! (Turns out she has no car and does not drive). I found the place anyway, but it was not a home, it was a "suite motel" that rented by the week.
I think there are laws that allow the police to confiscate property used in crimes? like drug dealers cars, and the houses they rent to cook meth (back when they did that, I don't think they do any more because it is cheaper to just get it from Mexico). I didn't feature going thru a LOBBY to get to a room, so I phoned and learned that Room #100 was at the end, and opened to the street. When I got there, the door was open, and someone was way back in the unlit room, and waved to me. I waited until she said "Come on in." and I did so, but did not take off my shoes (which I normally would do). Her dog was in a crate, and it was so dark I couldn't really see it well, but I had been told there was a big dog (Sheba) and I put my hand down near the cage so Sheba could get a better idea of who was there. I should mention that I tend to be afraid of dogs, but have learned to deal with it pretty well, and have really liked dogs that lived with our family.
I walked past the kitchenette, past a bedroom door that was open on the right, and into a small area with a massage table (headrest with opening for face down position), and a sofa. Michelle introduced herself and I did also, using the fake name. She did not ask for ID, nor did I. She was wearing a big fluffy robe, and had mentioned on the phone that she would be in a robe, but that she did now work in the robe.
She "explained" (maybe I asked) that she provided a full body rub, and that there could be mutual touching. I interrupted her (what I do best, and why I am annoying "in person"): "Mutual touching"? that means I can touch you? "Yes" Quickly I placed ONE finger on the back of her hand, which was on the sofa between us. "I think that part sounds nice." As she continued to explain "body rub", I touched her with one finger all along her arm, and she seemed to intentionally let her robe fall off her left leg, so I touched that also. Maybe I should have described Michelle? Would that make ANY difference (to the reader? to me?).
She is a smoker, and I would guess a drinker, or has been because her face is 48 going on 60. She did not have on makeup, and had apologized-- but mentioned it was beause I had told her that I seem to have a lot of chemical allergies, so she had showered (unnamed soap) and not put any chemical on.
That kind of thoughfulness is nice, but she still needed a cigarette, and her place smelled like cigarettes.. so I was going to smell smoky when I got home (to my wife, who has a very sensitive nose-- but probalby would not ask where I had been). She started to tell me that she was a farm girl from someplace in Southern Oregon, but I only knew one of the cities she lived between, and I forget both of them now. Why would I try to remember that? (OK- I was distracted by other thoughts).
