The location, characters, and activities described here are entirely fiction. Darn.
Widowed and in his fifties, Frank Colbert decided to do something he'd never done: pay for sex. The idea of patronizing a professional appealed to him for a few reasons, but he had no intention of seeking out a pay-by-the-hour street walker.
You won't find it on a road map, but on highway US 50, in Nevada, between Austin and Fallon, is the small town of Eccho. Frank had read on the internet that this town was blessed with some of the most beautiful professional sex workers in the country. He decided to see for himself. So he bought a plane ticket to Reno, rented a car, and drove to Eccho. It was hot, even in early morning, but with air conditioning in the car, it was a fairly pleasant drive.
The speed limit dropped to 35 miles an hour just before the city limits, and then to twenty-five. At the city limit was this sign: "Welcome to Eccho. Population 1212. Please obey all traffic regulations."
Below that was an obviously temporary sign that read: "July 14 is Nude Day. Observance is highly encouraged." Frank knew about Nude Day, but hadn't realized that he was arriving in Eccho on that day. He was curious, as he drove into town, how well the town would observe this curious holiday.
He did not have to wait long. He'd made a reservation at the Flirtin' Filly Hotel and Casino which was less than a mile into the town itself. He parked the car temporarily at the turn-in by the front door and entered. Both the average-looking young man and better-than-average-looking young lady behind the front desk wore nothing beside their name badges on a lanyard around their necks. He didn't pay much attention to the man, but the woman (he guessed her age at early twenties) was small-breasted and slim, with short dark blonde hair—he noticed that the carpet matched the drapes—and a sweet smile.
After checking him in and giving him his room key card, Denise mentioned that it was nude day, and the hotel was happy to accommodate anyone choosing to observe the lack of dress code, except in the restaurant, where it was required that something covering the lower back side was required by the Health Department. She also provided him with a complimentary hip pack—like a fanny pack only smaller—Green, with a thin cloth belt and Velcro fastener. It had "Flirtin' Filly Casino" embroidered on the outside, along with "Eccho, Nevada" in smaller lettering below that.
"For keys and wallet," Denise told him. She also handed him a voucher good for $50 at the casino. "Compliments of the hotel."
Frank assured her that he'd be happy to share in the spirit of the day and thanked her for the accessories.
He went back outside and parked his car. On his way to his room, carrying his small suitcase, he detoured by the casino. Almost everyone was nude, with similar or identical hip packs.
After getting into his room he shaved and took a thorough shower to rid himself of all the travel dirt and sweat. Deodorant and aftershave were necessary.
He looked over the usual hotel card advertising restaurants, casinos, and other local businesses. There was also a simple city map. The main road through town travelled east-west. Cross roads were even and regular, with names like Vegas St., Reno St. Sparks St., etc. Each street also had a north or south designation, depending on which side of the main road they were. So, an address could be 110 N. Henderson St., or 110 S. Henderson St.
One of the ads he was happy to see declared, "Eccho House. Beautiful Professional Ladies. State Licensed. Satisfaction Assured. 333 Carson St."
He transferred his wallet and keys (car and hotel) and phone to the pack and spent a few minutes deciding how he would wear it. He dressed in sandals and strolled out of his room.
Although he did gamble on occasion, he was not an enthusiast, so he decided he'd get started with his reason for the trip. Carson Street was a little over a mile into town and he turned right. The fourth block was also the last one, and he parked the car in front of 333.
It didn't look right. Perhaps the address had been wrong. There was no parking lot, no sign, no indication that this must be the place. Nevertheless, he exited the car and walked up the sidewalk to the front door.
He wondered what the reaction would be, if this was indeed a false trail, of a nude man ringing the bell. Well, as long as no one shot him, it would be all right.
It was all right. The door was answered promptly by one of the most beautiful women he had ever seen. That she was without clothing made it even more all right.
Her hair was a breast-length shower of auburn promises. Eyes, pine green, were large but not too large, and smiled in conjunction with the friendly smile of her well-formed lips that revealed perfect white teeth. Her nose was feminine, straight, narrow but not pinched. Her hair parted naturally at her shoulders, falling easily in front and back. The soft strands in front were long enough to brush but not obscure the half-dollar-sized areole surrounding her tempting nipples.
Her waist was slim, her hips just wide enough to assure, even with clothing, that she was a woman in every way. Her pubic area was hairless. He noticed there was no gold band on any finger.
She was obviously used to being ogled, for she gave Frank a full minute to stare before asking, with the hint of chuckle in her voice, "May I help you?"
"You already have. The very sight of you has made this day—no, this entire year—the best I've had in three. The ad on the hotel card promised beautiful ladies, and I can see that the promise is more than fulfilled."
"Oh, thank you." Her voice was low and somehow intimate. "But I'm afraid you've made a common error. Eccho House is on 333 South Carson. This is 333 North Carson. I'm sorry."
"Don't be sorry. This is a mistake I would gladly repeat on a daily basis. Forgive me for asking so bold a question, but is there any chance you might substitute for one of the ladies to the south?"
She looked him over, considering her response. Then, "My name's Laurel. What's yours?"
"Frank. Frank Colbert."
She stepped aside and gestured a welcome. "Come in, Frank. Since you're new to Eccho, and probably Nevada, there are certain things we must discuss."
Frank accepted the invitation. As he entered, a quick look around revealed a Rottweiler standing just behind the open door, appraising him with alert menace.
The house was just the right temperature for bare skin.
As Laurel closed the door, she introduced the dog to Frank. "That's Porter. In the Mel Gibson movie "Payback" a professional hooker had a protecting canine with that name, so I stole it for mine."
Laurel invited Frank to sit on the couch while she sat on the arm chair facing. "That may not be quite appropriate, though, since I'm not a professional hooker. The state of Nevada has very strict and enforced rules about professional sex working. It's only allowed on the premises of the place of business, each lady must be licensed and have a physical exam monthly. The house sets a minimum charge, but the ladies can charge as much over that as the market will bear. Or bare, in honor of today." As she said that he she grinned and gestured at her nudity to convey the pun.
"I'm a licensed escort. I'm not allowed to charge for sex, or even to accept tips for sexual favors. That part of the law, though, is not practically enforceable if the tip is in cash and not too big. My escort services are just what the word implies. I'll accompany a client to dinner, or remain at his side in a casino, or drink with him at a bar, or even play pool or video games with him. Or even, rarely, with her. To be blunt, I'm eye candy or arm candy"
Frank listened closely, enjoying her voice as much as her looks—well, maybe not quite as much—and when she was finished he spoke what was on his mind. "I think I love you. Would you marry me?"
She laughed. It was a pleasant laugh, not derisive at all, but friendly and with genuine amusement. "Frank, I'm afraid I get that offer a couple of times a month. Thank you, but no. I enjoy what I do, and I make a pretty good living doing it."
"All right then, how much for the rest of today and tonight?"
