It had been a long, boring drive across the desert from Salt Lake City, but finally the city of Reno, Nevada, came into view, the buildings silhouetted by the late afternoon sun. I made this business trip twice a year, and I always saved Reno as my last stop. Why Reno? Very simply, because in Reno the hookers are legal. So getting laid was easy and hassle-free. But not cheap.
I had been away from home for four days. When at home I fucked my wife Suzy at least twice a day, and now the lack of pussy was starting to get to me.
I checked into my favourite hotel, showered, and changed into evening clothes. Then I strolled into the bar. I saw her immediately I entered the room. She looked to be no more than twenty, fashionably dressed, sitting at the bar nursing a drink. She looked bored.
"Hi," I said, sliding onto the stool next to her. "Hi yourself," she said, looking at me but not smiling. She had a beautiful face, and from what I could see, a body to match.
"Another?" I asked, pointing to her drink. She nodded.
I signalled to the bartender. "Scotch and soda," I said, "plus a refill for the lady."
She looked me up and down. "Just passing through? Or you here to try your luck?" she said.
"I'm here to try my luck," I said, "but not at the tables." She smiled at me for the first time as our drinks arrived. We clinked glasses and took a sip.
"So," I said, "What would it cost me to have the pleasure of your company all night?" She said a figure, I made a counter offer, and we reached an agreement. "Dinner first?" I asked, and she nodded.
Over dinner she told me that her name was Jasmine -- "but call me Jas," she said. She had grown up in Salt Lake City, but her parents had been killed in an auto accident when she was sixteen. She had come to Reno to live with her older cousin and her cousin's daughter, but when she was eighteen they had moved to LA. It turned out that they lived in a suburb not far from where I lived. Jasmin had decided to stay in Reno.
"So what's California like?" she asked. "I've never been there."
I told her that life in California was great -- sunny, but not so hot as Utah and Nevada. And then of course there are the beaches. And most people have a pool.
I really enjoyed Jasmine's company while we ate dinner, but as I signed the bill, I remembered why I had approached her in the first place. I glanced at her as she waited by the door. She truly was a stunning looking woman, I thought.
Inside my room I put out the 'do not disturb' sign on the door. When I came back in, Jasmine was standing looking out of the window. I came up behind her and wrapped my arms around her. She sighed and nestled back against me.
We made love. Slow, simple, and very satisfying love. Naked, she was even more beautiful than she was with clothes on.
We lay together afterwards, and then Jasmine said, "You know, Steve, you're a really nice man. Why can't I meet someone like you who is single?"
"Why do you think I'm not single?" I asked.
"The good ones are always taken," she said.
As we lay together, I thought about what she had said. For a minute I wished that I was single, so that I could carry her away and marry her. Then my cell phone rang, and it was my wife Suzy.
"Hi honey," I said. "I miss you. I'll be home tomorrow."
"I can't wait to have that big cock of yours in me again," said Suzy. "Did you have fun in Reno?"
"Oh, yes," I said. "I found the cutest little girl to take care of me. Her name's Jasmine, but she likes to be called Jas."
Jas gasped with surprise, but was then completely blindsided when I held out the phone to her. "Suzy wants to talk to you," I said.
Jas took the phone and nervously said "Hello?!"
"Hi sweetie," said Suzy. "Thank you for taking care of Steve for me."
"You don't mind???" said Jas, amazed.
"Of course not," said Suzy. "Steve's been away for four days now. I can't very well expect him to go without pussy for that long, can I?"
"I -- I guess not," stammered Jas.
"Doesn't Steve have a lovely cock?" said Suzy.