Jiri was well known in Adelaide. His establishment had won several awards at the conventions they held each year in Australia. Of course, a lot of people didn't like his type of business, even though he earned over three million a year from his customers. But then again, who could turn down an hour or two with an extremely beautiful woman.
Jiri ran several brothels in the City of the Churches. It was an old title that Adelaide was given a long time ago, and it was what he used as his gimmick. Each of his brothels had the architectural look of a church. The only difference was that men, and sometimes women, came there to enjoy the sins of the flesh rather than to abstain.
For this reason, Jiri was volunteered at the last convention, just a month earlier, to make a trip to the United States. Some Yank had opened a brothel less than six months ago and customers from all over the world were flocking to it. The word around the business was that this character, Jason was his name, was making more money in one single night than all of the cat-house owners in Australia made the previous year.
Since Jiri was a three time winner for making the most money, and five time winner for having the most beautiful women working for him, the other businesses thought he was the best one to send as an envoy to learn Jason's secret.
That was why Jiri was now disembarking from a plane at an airport in Reno, Nevada, with ten gorgeous women following right behind him.
"Jiri, will we be going to the hotel before we go to your meeting?" asked Adel. "I seriously need to freshen up before we meet anyone or try to learn this guy's tricks, pardon the pun."
Jiri looked over his shoulder at the brunette behind him. Adel had just turned 23, and this was her first trip out of Australia. She'd talked all through the flight from Los Angeles to Reno about wanting to see the American Casinos. Jiri knew the truth, though. Adel was a diagnosed nymphomaniac and she used that to her advantage in the business. When most of his girls would tire out after six or seven customers, Adel would take on three at a time. Even Jiri learned the hard way not to try and please that girl.
"Yes, Adel, we will be going straight to the hotel, get checked in and get a few hours rest," he chuckled, "And the key word there, Adel, is rest. No men until we get to this Yank's business. Then you can have all the men that he and his girls will allow you to have. Remember, we are their guests."
I just hope he didn't book our arrangements into some kind of dive like the last bloke I met that ran a brothel here, Jiri thought to himself.
As they neared the luggage area, Jiri was surprised to see three men in black suits holding up signs bearing his name.
"Oy, I'm Jiri, and I don't think there were any more Jiri's on the plane with me."
One of the men stepped forward and nodded without smiling.
"Sir, the other two drivers and I were sent to pick up you and your entourage and take you to the hotel. Jason told us that there would be eleven of you and that you would need the extra trunk space and passenger room for all the ladies."
Jiri looked stunned at this treatment. He'd thought he had been given royal treatment before when people bought him lunch at a five-star restaurant down under. This was something completely different.
"Well, let us get our totes and we'll follow you to your cars."
"No need, sir. The luggage was already separated by the baggage handlers and given directly to us. Your luggage is waiting in our vehicles."
"Well, that's a fine welcome," Jiri said with a big grin. He then yelled over his shoulder, "Hey, ladies, we're skipping the baggage and going straight to the hotel. Follow these blokes and behave yourselves."
The girls, all ten of them, looked at the three drivers with awe at the treatment. Three of the girls had been out of Australia before; and none of those three had ever been met at an airport by a driver.
Stepping out of the air conditioned airport and into the Nevada desert summer heat was a shock to Jiri and his ladies from the Australian winter they left behind, but they didn't have far to walk. Three stretch limos were waiting just outside the doors, along with a police officer, writing his third ticket for the third limo.
"Don't worry, sir, I will take care of this situation. You and the ladies may climb into the vehicles and we will be on our way very shortly."
Jiri pointed to the last two black cars for the girls to take, since the drivers were already holding the doors open for them.
"You girls get in and I'll take the first one. And, Adel, you are not allowed to distract the driver. Won't do a bit of good if you cause him to wreck and kill the lot of you."
Adel laughed at the comment as she moved to the middle car. As she climbed in, Jiri headed to the limo at the front of the line and strained to hear what the driver was telling the officer. He overheard the mention of Jason's name and his business just as he was reaching the limo and saw the policeman's eyes light up. The tickets quickly turned into confetti and the driver rushed to open Jiri's door for him.
"Sorry about that, sir."
"What did you tell him?"
"I just convinced him you are a guest of Jason and you are not to be detained or bothered during your visit."
Jiri climbed into the fully loaded limo, wondering how much pull this bloke had.
The hotel turned out to be a five star deal. Jiri and the girls were given two suites to share in any way they deemed fit. The beds were big enough for any two of them to sleep in together and never touch the other. Jiri knew that wouldn't happen though, not these girls. He'd picked them for just that purpose.
The girls quickly chose their rooms. Several wanted certain roommates to sleep with, and they all got what they wanted. In Jiri's suite, the girls had given him a room and bed to himself. The other two rooms in that suite were large enough to keep the girls happy.
