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Paradise Ranch

By: bobfr



When we were finally clear of the traffic congestion at Las Vegas' McLaren Airport and Tropicana Blvd., I turned on I-15 and headed west toward Los Angeles. A few miles later I turned on highway 160. As soon as we turned off the Interstate Lynn, exhausted from the trip and the nearly sleepless previous 24 hours, curled up in the passenger seat of the compact rental car and quickly fell asleep. 

After driving on the two lane highway for several minutes the headlights illuminated a green milage sign that confirmed we were on the right road, heading in the right direction. It was 42 more miles to Pahrump. 

I was alone with my thoughts. 

_______

To say that the past year had been financially challenging for us would be a gross understatement. I hadn't been making enough sales for my commission to cover car payments, other payments and the mortgage. We were unsuccessful in juggling our monthly obligations. It finally caught up with us last week when we received a certified letter from the mortgage company informing us that they were foreclosing on our house in thirty days if we didn't bring the payments current. We had three weeks to come up with $7,000. 

Neither Lynn's family or mine could help. It seemed that there was only one person in whom I could confide. Earl, was the first person to welcome us to the neighborhood when we moved into the tract home on our cul de sac six years ago. I thought of him as a much older brother, someone who would never condemn me for my stupid mistakes. He had retired early and was much older than us. But his retirement wasn't what he thought it would be because Mary, his wife, died unexpectedly two years ago. His only vice seemed to be to fly to Las Vegas several times a year. 

After dinner last night, I walked over to Earl's. When I finished my long story, he didn't say anything. He just walked to the refrigerator, came back with two cold Buds, handed one to me and flopped down in his big club chair. I could tell that the severity of our situation had caught him by surprise. 

"Shit Ted, I wish I had the money," he said, almost apologetically. "Truth is, everything that we had saved, which wasn't very much, went to take care of Mary. And, I piss away a lot of my pension on my Vegas trips." He seemed lost in thought for a minute. "I know how much you kids love that house, hate to see you lose it."

"Hey, I wasn't asking you for a loan Earl, just your advice. But you're right, we do love the house, this neighborhood and the kid's school. I think I'd do just about anything, that's legal, to keep it."

He took another swig and wiped his mouth with the back of his hand. "There just may be a way out of your problem. Hell, seven grand's a lot of money and three weeks isn't much time to raise it. Let's face it Ted, obviously, as you've learned, you're not going to be able to borrow that kind of money. You're going to have to earn it."

"Shit Earl! There's no way in hell I can make that kind of money in three weeks. My boss told me I received my last advance two months ago and warned me to never ask for another."

"I know you can't earn that much in just three weeks." He emphasized the word you. Then he continued his thought. "But Lynn can."

Lynn had never earned half that amount before in three months, let alone three weeks. However, before I could say a word he went on to explain. "You know I fly to Vegas as often as I can. You also know I love to gamble but that's only one of the reasons I go there now. Hell, I'm not dead yet and I still have urges, you know sexual needs. I'm not interested in dating and getting emotionally involved with some old gal here." He paused, took another swig, then continued. "So, guess what? I found another, less complicated, way to satisfy my needs." 

He had my attention. Sex was the subject of many of our conversations, especially after two or three beers. "Go on," I encouraged him, "tell me what you do." 

"The first trip I took to Vegas a few months after Mary died opened my eyes to something I hadn't known before. There isn't a classy way to say this my friend, so just bear with me. Well, I was real horny and the second night I was there I asked a cabby where I could go to get laid. Let me tell you, I learned a lot in a few minutes. This guy explained that prostitution was illegal in Clark County, that's where Vegas is, but not in a neighboring County. He went on to tell me that there are several safe, licensed whorehouses out there in the desert. I guess he must have felt sorry for me because he admitted the best way to get there would be for me to rent a car. He was nice enough to give me directions." 

"What did you do?" 

"I took his advise. The next day I did rent a car and drove to Pahrump, that's the name of town where a couple of the houses are located. When I drove back to Vegas I felt like I was sixteen years old again. Now, every trip to Vegas includes at least two trips to Paradise Ranch."

I didn't have a clue how his admission related to our problem. He paused to gauge my reaction to what he had revealed before he continued. "Let me tell you Ted, the gals at Paradise Ranch are very attractive, some of them are even really beautiful, but I've never seen anyone there that's nearly as beautiful and sexy as Lynn."

I started to get pissed. I thought old Earl was saying he wanted to fuck my wife but that wasn't what was on his mind which he quickly explained. "Now don't take offense, but I know that Lynn could easily make seven grand if she worked out there for three weeks and it's all perfectly legal. If you want, I can give you the number and you can call yourself and see if they're hiring. I know this sounds extreme but there's no easy solution to your problem."

"Earl, I know you're trying to be helpful but that's just not possible. You know Lynn. Kids, their school, church, miss prim and proper. Not a chance." 

He looked at me seriously. "Ted, do you remember when we got drunk last month and we started telling each other some of our crazy fantasies? You seemed very serious when you told me that you wish Lynn was less inhibited, that you liked it when guys flirted with her and that your favorite fantasy was to actually see her get fucked. Was that the truth?"

"Why'd you bring that up? That's not fair, I had too much to drink . . . but I confess it was the truth."

"Does Lynn know about your dirty fantasies?"

"Oh, does she ever. I've been after her for years to do something. Except for when we're . . . you know, when we're making love . . . she just laughs it off and calls me a pervert."

"The way I see it, you can talk with Lynn about my idea. If she loves the house half as much as you say she does, well wouldn't this be a way to save it and fulfill your fantasy at the same time? Before I could answer he asked, "You want the number to Paradise Ranch?"

"No. Thanks anyway but I'll have to figure some other way out of this mess."

"Suit yourself. But if I were in your shoes I'd give it some serious thought. Just let me know if you change your mind."

As I walked home I thought about what Earl had proposed. I knew there was zero chance that Lynn would go along with it, though I found myself getting aroused just thinking about her at the Ranch.. By the time I got home Lynn had put the kids to bed and was cleaning the kitchen.

"Hi honey," she said cheerfully, though I knew she had no reason to be cheerful. "What did Earl have to say?" 

"Oh, we just talked about the foreclosure."

"Did he have any bright ideas?"

"I don't know how bright his ideas are but I sure learned a lot about our neighbor that I didn't know before."

"What did you learn?" She asked with genuine interest.

"That old coot goes to a whorehouse every time he goes to Las Vegas."

"Earl? You've got to be kidding! I thought guys his age lost their interest in sex."

"Apparently not. It's true he really goes to this whorehouse out in the Nevada desert at least a couple of times every trip. He said the girls there are very pretty." I don't know why, I hadn't intended to say anymore but for some reason I said, "but Earl said none of them are nearly as pretty and sexy as you."

"He said that? I wonder what he meant?"

"I can tell you exactly what he meant. He suggested that you spend the next three weeks working out there to cover the mortgage payments."

"What! That old letch. I can't believe he said that. He must be getting senile or something. Besides, I seriously doubt that a woman could make that much money working out there for just three weeks."

"No, I think he was very serious. He really believes that's the best way, maybe the only way, to save the house. He didn't have any doubt about you making that much in three weeks."

Neither of us said anything as we prepared for bed and sleep. But little sleep came to us that long night. While holding each other we reviewed, for what seemed like the hundredth time, our alternatives. Then, we wasted a lot of time playing the stupid ‘what if' games that people play. If only we hadn't bought this, gone there, done that we could have made our mortgage payments. Finally, we each acknowledged that we weren't going to win the lottery, undo our past mistakes or borrow our way out of this mess. The only question was: how much did we want to keep the house?

It must have been three in the morning when Lynn said, "I guess Earl's suggestion, that seemed really stupid when you first told me about it, doesn't seem so stupid now, does it? I mean, doing something like that here in Portland couldn't possibly work. Someone would see me or, with our current luck, I would get arrested or catch some terrible disease or worse. Also, I wouldn't have any idea how to go about it. I guess because it's legal in Nevada, then maybe we should consider it. What do you think honey?"

To appreciate this conversation you have to understand that Lynn had been my girlfriend during our senior year in high school more than a dozen years ago. I thought she was the prettiest girl I had ever seen, I still do. We married two years after graduation. She helped put me through the last two years of college by working as a waitress. Three children were born. Like many young families, we borrowed to buy cars, stereos, furniture and eventually our small home on the cul de sac in a suburb of Portland. 

Lynn was even less sexually experienced than I was when we started dating. I knew that, though she had experimented and tested limits, I was the only man with whom she had sexual intercourse. When I entered her for the first time I thought I had died and gone to heaven. She was an incredible lover. As the years have gone by, she's gotten better and better. Her sexual talents, abilities and appetite, that had yet to be shared, are indescribable. My friends think I'm the luckiest man in the world. They're right.

As Earl reminded me, I have had a fantasy for years of Lynn with other men. I've learned that some husbands feel the same way I do, don't ask me why. I couldn't imagine being married to someone who wasn't attractive and desirable, not just to me, to other men also. Anyway, Lynn knew those nasty thoughts were what made me hot and she played along with them, sometimes even encouraged them. However, indulging my fantasies while we made love was one thing, acting on them had proven to be quite another. 

I couldn't help it but thinking of her possibly—until now unbelievably—working at Paradise Ranch. The raunchy images in my imagination caused my cock to swell and my breath to catch. Lynn knew me well enough to know exactly what my sigh meant. Her delicate hand reached down and began to stroke me. Her hot, wet mouth trailed down my stomach, through my hair to my cock which she swallowed. She shifted around until my mouth was on her sweet, tight pussy at the same time. Sixty-nine is our favorite number. When she couldn't wait any longer, she climbed on and I plunged in. Her pussy pulsed and milked my cock. Her ability never ceased to amaze me. I knew that she could have gone on for hours, I sure couldn't. No matter how long we fucked, she always came when I did, though I knew she was always ready for more. This time our climaxes were even more explosive than usual. . After a few minutes of silence, almost timidly, she brought her lips to my ear. "Can you think of any other way we can make $7,000 in three weeks?" She whispered.

"I guess we could rob a bank," was my attempt at levity. Then, I shook my head. "Seriously? Feebly I answered my own question by stating the obvious. "No, as hard as I've tried, I can't think of any other way."

"Okay then, let's just face it, I don't see that we have any other choice." She began to rationalize and justify, what seemed to be her decision, by listing some of the reasons: "After all, It's far away from here, it's Legal, Earl says it's clean, he's the one that recommended it and I guess I trust him. It's not like I'm a virgin. How bad can it be for three weeks?"

"Do you think you could actually . . . I mean . . .?"

"Could I make love to another man, to lots of men, is that what you were going to ask?"

"Not make love Lynn. Obviously, you can only make love with someone you love. Could you actually fuck a lot of men for money? Could you do to a stranger what you just did for me. Can you welcome a strange cock into your pussy that's only known mine all these years? Those are the questions."

"Even though that's been your fantasy for years, and you've never been bashful telling me your dirty thoughts, until now I was certain I couldn't. I vowed to be faithful to you. To cleave only to you. I have taken that very seriously. Being intimate with a stranger didn't even seem possible. But, now that we're forced to consider it, I think I may be able to do it." 

I knew that we were both thinking about what she had said. "Ted, how about you? I mean what you've fantasized about, even in the extreme, fell far short of this. Can you handle it?"

She was right. I had wanted her to pick up a guy in a bar. Spend the night with him. Tell me about it or arrange for me to watch. In my widest dreams I never thought of her fucking a parade of faceless strangers in a whorehouse for money. But, now that I thought about it, it made me hot. "Not only do I think I can handle it I think it will be a terrific turn on. I guess I need to get the number from Earl or better yet, have him call. Hell he knows them. It can't hurt to get more information." 

"While you and Earl are finding out if it's even possible, I'll have to make arrangements for the kids and try to come up with some reason for leaving so quickly and being gone for so long. Right now I'm drawing a blank."

There wasn't anything we could do at 4:00 in the morning so she turned off the lamp on her night stand, pulled the covers up to her neck and snuggled as close to me as possible. We both dozed for two or three hours but if her sleep was like mine it probably didn't do her much good. My thoughts went from nightmarish terror, as I thought about our finances, to highly erotic as I thought about what we were considering.

I knew that Earl was an early riser because I had coffee with him at 7:30 many mornings. Sure enough, the fragrance of freshly brewed coffee confirmed that he was up. 

"Lynn and I talked about your idea."

"Oh really . . . and?" He asked as he poured me a cup.

"I guess we want to check it out. You know, see if it's even possible and get some details."

"Let me give you the number," he offered.

"I thought maybe you could call them for us."

He didn't hesitate and said, "Sure, I can do that. Whenever I've called before it's been as a customer to see if one of my favorites was working, but, sure I can call." From memory he punched in a few numbers on the kitchen phone, gave me an encouraging smile and waited for an answer.

"Hello, this is Earl . . . Hi Marsha. I've been a customer for a couple of years . . . No, that's not what I'm calling about . . . I was wondering if you are hiring? A lady who lives across the street . . . very beautiful . . . no she's not here . . . her husband's here with me but she knows about this call . . . okay here he is. She wants to talk with you, her name's Marsha," he said as he covered the mouth piece with his hand.

"Good morning. This is Ted."

"Hello Ted. Has your wife worked in this line of business before?" A friendly, mature female voice on the other end of the line asked.

"No, this is something that just came up and we talked about it last night."

"Sounds like you need to make some serious money quickly." She couldn't have known just how accurate her guess was.

"You got it."

"Let me ask you a few questions, okay?"

"Sure, go ahead."

"Start by telling me her first name, I'll make a few notes and open a file on her. Then I need to know her age, measurements, that okay?" 

"Well, her name is Lynn, she's 32, 5'5", I think she weighs about 115, maybe a 120 pounds. I know her bra is 34B and she wears a size six dress. She has a nice waist and ass but I don't know the measurements, sorry." Did I just tell a stranger that my wife had a nice ass? 

"Okay, that's fine so far. Now if you can tell me about her hair, grooming and which singer or actress she reminds you of."

"She has long brown hair. I don't know what you mean about grooming but she pays a lot attention to her appearance. I don't know if you know the actress Dana Delaney but if you do, everyone thinks she looks like her."

"Okay, that's great. Before we go on let me tell you a little about us that maybe your friend Earl didn't mention. We're located in Pahrump, Nevada out in the desert about an hour from Las Vegas. We are hiring now because we're down a couple of girls and there are big conventions scheduled the next two weeks. We like to have fifteen to twenty women working at all times. Most of our ladies work two or three weeks and then they're off a week or two. I'm sure you want to know about the potential income. Well, that's strictly up to the lady. We keep half, she keeps half and that includes any tips. Some of our ladies make $2,000 a week and some as much as $5,000."

"The ladies stay here twenty-four hours a day. If she decides to come she should bring reading material, her favorite music CD's, a swimming suit, hair dryer, cosmetics, other things that she would take on a vacation. Any questions?"

"After I hang up, I'll probably think of a dozen questions I should have asked but you've answered most of the questions that were on my mind. Now what?"

"Well, there are really two or three other practical questions I must ask. Do you know when her last menstrual cycle ended? What form of birth control does she use? When was her last baby born?"

"She finished her period a couple of days ago. She can't get pregnant anymore. Our youngest is five. Anything else?"

"Yes, just three more." It was now obvious to me that she had been reading from and filling in a form. "Has she ever been arrested? Does she use illegal drugs? Does she have, or has she ever had, a sexually transmitted disease or ever tested HIV positive?"

"She's never been arrested, doesn't use drugs, never had VD and never been tested for HIV because it hasn't been necessary. Any more questions?"

"Not that we can handle by phone. Whether or not she's suitable for the work can only be determined by a face to face interview, and really not even then, only by giving it a try. If you would like to send her out here, we can visit and take it from there."

The ball was now in my court. The foreclosure clock was ticking rapidly. Lynn seemed resolved to give it a try as Marsha called it. "How do we get there?" I asked as Earl anticipated my need and handed me a pad of paper and pencil.

"If she comes by herself, we can meet her flight. If you come with her to help her settle in, which I strongly advise since she hasn't done this before, then I recommend you rent a car and drive her out from Las Vegas." Before hanging up I jotted down the directions from the Las Vegas Airport to Paradise Ranch.


Paradise Ranch



"Marsha suggested that I fly out with Lynn and drive her to the place. We can't afford to do that."

"Ted, I don't have $7,000 but I do have two round trips on Southwest that I've earned flying out to Vegas. I want you and Lynn to have them. I'm pretty sure they are transferable."

"Earl, you don't have to do that. You'll be going back yourself soon, no sense paying for a ticket when you have a free one."

"I insist. That's the end of that."

By the time I got home the kids had gone to school and Lynn was taking a shower. She came out of the bathroom with her head wrapped in a towel. "So did Earl talk with them?"

"Yes he did. So did I." Then I told her everything that I could remember from my conversation with Marsha. I also told her that Earl had given us two round trip airline tickets. "When do you want to go?"

"I called my sister while you were at Earl's and told her something had come up suddenly and we had to leave, perhaps as early as today. Lucky she didn't press for details. She can take the kids today and tomorrow." While she rubbed her hair dry she said, "no sense in prolonging this, let's give it a shot. Why don't you call the airline while I pack some things just in case we can make it today?" 

We did make it. Ted gave me his certificates on Southwest. There was a flight that departed Portland at 4:20 p.m. that had a couple of certificate seats available and landed at Las Vegas two hours later. 

I hadn't slept a wink on the nonstop flight. Lynn catnapped, tried to read a pocketbook but was, understandably, fidgety. I saw that she just picked at the meal they served half way into the flight. Then we were in Las Vegas. It was hard to believe that less than twenty-four hours had elapsed since I shared our plight with Earl. ________

And now, after driving for nearly an hour, we were approaching the town in the desert where brothels were licensed and prostitution was legal. Lynn sat up and rubbed the sleep from her eyes as I turned off Highway 160 and onto Homestead Road. 

"How much farther?" She asked.

"Marsha said another eight miles."

"I hope there's a gas station or someplace where I can fix my hair and freshen up."

As we plunged into the desert night away from civilization, not towards it, I said, "I would be very surprised if there's anything between here and Paradise Ranch."

She turned on the passenger mirror vanity light and started to brush her lustrous hair. Before she finished, I saw that I was wrong. On our right was a gas station, a convenience store and a small casino called Terribles. I pulled in and parked. Lynn got out and walked into the convenience store. She was wearing a short black dress and black very high heel sandals. 

Ten minutes later she returned looking as if she had just left a beauty salon. Her hair and makeup were perfect. She looked tired when we landed but refreshed and stunningly beautiful now. 

After driving a couple of minutes I saw a small blue sign that said: Paradise Ranch 2 miles. Then we were there. I pulled into a paved parking lot with perhaps ten other cars. On the right of the rambling building was a bar. In front of the building was a white fence with a gate in the middle and a buzzer button next to it. Finally it was Lynn who broke the silence by nervously asking, "Well how do we do this? I mean should I go in by myself? Do I take my bags now or come back for them? What do you think?" The questions rushed out of her mouth so fast they almost overlapped. I don't remember her ever being so wired, which was understandable.

"Relax honey, take it easy, slow down if you can. Let me get your bags out of the trunk and go with you to the door and take it from there." 

I walked around the car to her side, opened her door, then the trunk and lifted out her bags. She pushed the buzzer at the gate, after a few seconds we heard the distinctive click indicating the gate had been unlocked. Another buzzer was at the door in the middle of the building to the left of the entrance to the bar. She pressed the buzzer button and instantly the door was opened by a woman who must have been fifty or so and looked like she could have been a school teacher or a librarian.

"What's your name honey?" She asked Lynn.

"I'm Lynn, this is my husband Ted, he talked with Marsha this morning." She explained.

"Well I'm Joy welcome to the Ranch.." She smiled and reached out and shook our hands Then she explained, "Marsha's not here right now but we can take care of things without her. Follow me."

I confess I was emotionally overloaded as we followed her. I tried to take in as much as I could. On the left of the entry, I saw a room that looked like a very glitzy living room. Down the hall she opened a door to an office. "Sit down honey." Then she picked up the phone, punched a couple of numbers. "Yvonne, I'm processing a new lady. Will you handle the doors and the lineups for awhile? Thanks." 

She found the brown file folder on the corner of the desk with "Lynn _______ " printed on the tab. She opened the folder, put on a pair of granny glasses and read from what was in the folder. "Okay, I see you've never been employed in the sex industry before and never had an HIV test, is that correct?"

"I've never done anything like this. Until last night I never knew a place like this even existed. We really need to make several thousand dollars as soon as possible." She said nearly breathlessly trying explain why were even here.

I sensed that Joy was trying to be both friendly and reassuring. "I think we can work that out. Lynn, you're really gorgeous with a great figure, I'm sure you'll be very popular. We just need to finish the processing, get you tested and on file with the sheriff."

"What! I hadn't heard anything about that." Lynn exclaimed as she turned and shot me an accusing look suggesting I had kept something important from her. "That's all new to me. What does it entail?" She wanted to know.

"There's a doctor in town that will do a physical including an HIV test. Then you go to the sheriff's office, they take your picture and your finger prints."

"Oh, I can't do that. I thought this would be done anonymously." She said with real concern as she reached for my hand for support.

"Lynn, it really is anonymous." Joy said calmly and deliberately. I was certain that she had dealt with this very issue many times before. "No one knows who you are. The files are closed. Let me explain. Nevada state law allows any county with a small population, like Nye County where we are, to license brothels, providing the workers are cleared for health and registered with the sheriff. I can tell you that we've never had a case of aids that can be traced to any brothel in Nevada. The men who come to these places know that they are perfectly safe and that our women are clean." 

"Honey, I'm not trying to talk you into this but you've traveled all this way. Marsha should have explained the registration requirement to Ted." I said a silent thanks to Joy for getting me off the hook. "I'm sorry she didn't but there are no exceptions. As you can imagine Lynn, this is very big business and we play by the rules, we don't take short cuts or cut corners. I think you'd do very well here for as long as you'd like to stay but it's entirely up to you."

Lynn was biting her lower lip and squeezing my hand as she listened to this. "What do you think honey?" 

"I guess what Joy said makes sense. Without these controls it would be illegal and dangerous for the women and the customers. It's your decision baby, not mine. What ever you decide is fine by me."

Lynn seemed crestfallen. "What do you mean, my decision? I thought we were in this together."

I sure didn't want an argument if front of Joy. "Honey, I'm sorry. Of course we're in this together. I know you're doing this for us. I just meant that I would be supportive if you do this or if you decide not to."

I saw that Joy was both experienced and smart. She didn't wait for Lynn to agree. "Okay then, let's finish your file. What's your last name honey?"

"Martin," Lynn said quietly and without hesitation. 

"And your address?"

"1357 Spartan Court, Portland, Oregon 97237."

"Home telephone?"

"503-555-2387"

"And last, your social security number?"

Oh shit, I thought to myself, so much for any anonymity. She couldn't remember her number but I did and gave Joy the final piece of information. 

"Lynn, there are a lot of rules of the house and policies that we will go over when you get back from the doctor and the sheriff but two are really important. First, we don't allow drugs of any sort. To enforce that policy we can come into your room at any time and search it. Second, you are not permitted to keep any cash in your room. You can see that's for your own safety." Then she slid a form over to Lynn, handed her a pen and said, "sign this."

I guess Lynn realized we had gone beyond the point of no return because she didn't even read the document, she just signed where Joy indicated.

Almost as an after thought Joy said, "I almost forgot, more than half of the ladies use a different first name while they are here. It's up to you."

Lynn said, "I think that would just add to the confusion. Unless there's some other reason, I've been called Lynn all my life, and it's not likely I'll see anyone I know. I might as well be called Lynn for the next three weeks." "Okay, welcome aboard. Let's get your bags to your room and then I'll give you directions to the doctor and the sheriff's office. Should take you about an hour," she said as she rose.

I noticed a light flashing over the door that had flashed once or twice before. "What's that flashing light?" I asked.

"That means we have visitors and the ladies are getting ready for a lineup. All the girls who aren't already busy will go into the parlor and introduce themselves to our visitor or visitors."

Outside the door to the office ten women were standing against the wall. Some were dressed in bras and panties, some in negligees, a couple in teddies. Most wore nylons, some thigh-high stay ups and some a garter belt. All of them wore very high heels. Among them there was a black lady, an Hispanic lady and an oriental. Some were short, some tall. A couple carried too many pounds. I thought one lady could use a few more pounds. There were more blondes than brunettes or redheads. Just like Earl had said, they were all attractive and I thought a tall blonde was very, very pretty. Joy said, "ladies, this is Lynn she's going to be with us for a while."

The welcoming comments of, "Hi Lynn . . . Welcome Lynn . . . Look forward to getting to know you . . . I'm Sandra, I'm Beth" were interrupted by an older blonde lady, who I assumed must have been Yvonne, saying, "come on ladies the gentlemen are waiting. With that they followed her single file toward the parlor.

We followed Joy in the opposite direction, or I should say I followed Joy and Lynn down the hall. My eyes were riveted to my wife as she took long confident strides. She was beautiful and sexy beyond my ability to describe with mere words. 

The place was much, much larger than I had realized. It seemed like we were in a maze. We passed several closed doors, a laundry room and a lounge area. After two or three turns Joy opened a door at the end of a hall.

"This is it," she said. "All the rooms here are about the same."

I saw that we were in a very small, crowded, bedroom. A huge, canopy bed dominating the room. There was a chest of drawers on the wall facing the bed and a sofa squeezed into one corner. 

"Just leave your things here for now and unpack after you return from your visit to the doctor and the sheriff. When you get back I'll go over some girl kinds of things and give you some pointers to help you get started. Sound okay?"

Back at the office she handed Lynn a card and two blank forms, before turning to me. "Ted, drive back the way you came until you get to highway 160 then turn left at the intersection. In about two miles you'll come to the Nye County administration building. It will be on your right. The duty officer processes ladies all the time and will have you out of there in ten minutes. Doctor Allison's office is in his home which is just up the hill next to a clinic. He's on call for us twenty-four hours a day." She said as she turned the dead bolt on the front door. 

Joy's directions were perfect. Within a few minutes I was parking in the empty space beside a sheriff patrol cruiser. "Want me to go in with you?"

"No. If it's like Joy said I should be back in a few minutes."

In less than ten minutes she was back. "How'd it go?" I asked.

"Painless. Just like she said. He signed the form, kept the original and made a copy for me to give back to Joy. He took my photo like they do for a driver's license, then took my fingerprints."

Within a minute I pulled in front of an adobe home with a sign that indicated we had arrived at Dr. Allison's. Without saying anything Lynn hopped out of the car and walked up the walk to the front door. Almost immediately the door opened and she walked inside. 

This time it took considerably longer for her to return. A half hour later the door opened. When she got in the car, I could tell she was really flushed as I saw her illuminated briefly by the interior light. "Well?" I wondered.

"He was there alone . . . without a nurse." She explained.

"So?" I didn't catch the significance of that.

"I've never had a pelvic examination without a nurse present. It's always embarrassing but this time was the worst. Anyway, first he drew some blood, then asked me all the same questions every doctor asks. Then, matter of factly he said, "take off all your clothes and hop up on the examination table."

"Where do I change into a hospital gown?" I asked. 

"We don't use hospital gowns for these exams. That would be kind of silly, under the circumstances, don't you think?" He didn't expect me to answer. "Just get undressed here." Then he folded his arms over his chest, as if to say ‘I can wait as long as you can.'" 

"After I thought about it, it did seem a little silly. He just stood there staring at me with a challenging look. After what seemed like forever, I lifted my dress over my head and hung it on a hook on the door. My hands were shaking as I unfastened my bra, slipped off my panties, put them on the hook with my dress and stepped out of my heels. Totally naked, I sat on the edge of the exam table knowing exactly what was coming next." 

"Okay honey, put your feet in the stirrups," he directed.

"When I did as he instructed, he sat on a low stool and scooted between my wide spread legs. He didn't use a speculum and I don't think he wore rubber gloves. Well I can tell you I've never had an examination like that before. He softly touched the outside of my lips. He opened them and rubbed the insides. Then, he actually rubbed my clit, held it with his thumb and finger and constantly but gently squeezed it. With his other hand he put a finger inside my vagina which was starting to lubricate as he felt all around inside. Then his first finger was joined by a second. He was the first doctor to examine me that felt around for my G spot. When he located it, I sighed, involuntarily, as he massaged it while squeezing my clitoris, which was now swollen, even harder. Honey, I imagine he knows a woman's anatomy better than almost anyone, considering his clientele. I mean, not just women's gynecology but gynecology of prostitutes. Anyway, I think he was having fun toying with me. I'm certain he was determined to make me climax and guess what, he succeeded. 

Then, I felt something wet on my pussy and realized it was his tongue. He licked and sucked from my clit to my bottom until I gushed again. 

I was ashamed until he stood up wiped his wet face with the back of his hand and said, grinning from ear to ear, "well Lynn, I think I can declare that you are, indeed, very healthy. Put your clothes back on. Tell Joy I'll put a rush on your test. Hell, I can do better than that, I'll scope it and run it myself tonight and call her with the results. Normally takes a day or two." I didn't know what to say to my wife. What I did know was that my cock was stone hard. By the time she finished her story we were pulling back in the parking lot at Paradise Ranch. I had to wait for a second until my erection when down.

Two buzzers and a short walk later we were back in the office with Joy. Lynn handed her the copy of the form from the sheriff's office. Joy slipped it inside the brown folder that now read, Lynn Martin, the blank had been filled in.

"So how was doc Allison?" Joy asked with a big smile because she obviously knew the answer.

"I can't believe what he did. He didn't seem very professional to me," Lynn said.

"Oh, he's harmless. I can tell you this, he really loves his work. He really serves two purposes. Not only does he check out our ladies medically but he gives us his impression of how he thinks they'll do in this line of work. He already called me and reported with great enthusiasm that you're a natural. He'll call me later about your HIV test."

Lynn blushed in embarrassment and looked down at her hands. Then Joy turned to me and said, "Ted, Lynn and I need to spend an hour or so together. You can either say goodbye to her now or wait in the bar until we're finished and then say goodbye. Suit yourself."

Before I could think about it Lynn turned to me and said, almost pleadingly, "If you don't mind honey, I'd like for you to wait. Is that okay?"

I didn't have any plans. My ticket home wasn't until very early the next morning. I remembered that we still hadn't come up with a story to tell our family and friends explaining why she would be gone for three weeks. So I said, "Sure honey. I'll go to the bar and have a drink or I'll be sitting in the car trying to catch a wink or two. Come find me when you're finished."

I didn't go directly to the bar, rather, I went back to the car. I reclined the driver's seat as much as I could and tried to sleep. But I didn't sleep at all because there were so many thoughts swimming around in my mind. I reflected on Lynn's experience with the doctor. I thought about where we were and what was going to happen. Would I be jealous? I didn't think so. Ten years ago I would have been a green monster. Now I thought I would be okay about it. But what about her? Would she be okay physically and emotionally? After a half hour I walked back to the gate, pressed the buzzer and waited for the now familiar click. At the front door I didn't press the buzzer button but turned to the right and into the connected bar. There were two other men sitting on bar stools talking with the bartender who was an attractive, tall dark haired woman. 

"What can I get you?" She asked. 

I didn't want to drink because I had to drive back to Las Vegas so I asked for a cup of coffee.

I sat at a table in the corner. There were half a dozen bar stools. Only two of them were occupied by rough burly men. One of them had a shaved head. His forearms were covered with tatoos. The other guy had long hair to his shoulders. They seemed very at home here. 

As the bartender sat my cup of coffee on the table she asked, "Are you here to see the ladies?" 

"No, I'm just killing some time." I answered without further explanation.

During the next half hour I couldn't help but hear virtually everything the two men at the bar said because the room was so small and they spoke so loudly. The bartender, whose name I overheard was Beverly, joined them in their raucous conversation. The men were Phil and Burt. They were steel workers constructing one of the new casinos in Las Vegas. It was obvious that they seemed right at home here and must have visited this place frequently. Their conversation was crude to say the least with Phil dominating the discussion. "I rode her like a mare . . . she finally cried ‘uncle'. . . I was afraid she couldn't take all my big dick . . . when she came, she screamed like a banshee . . . I came like a geyser. Burt and Beverly laughed at the lewd remarks. I thought it was, most likely, typical barroom bragging. 




Paradise Ranch



After my second cup of coffee was nearly empty, I overheard Phil say to Burt as he stood up, "come on man, I'm fucking ready to rumble. Let's go get us some pussy." It wasn't until then that I saw how big Phil really was. He must have been 6' 4" and must have weighed more than 250 pounds. 

After they walked out the door to the porch Beverly asked me, "Do you want to see the lineup? You don't have to choose anybody."

I thought it might help kill a few minutes until Lynn and Joy finished whatever it was that they were doing. I walked out of the bar to the porch and pressed the buzzer button to the front door. Yvonne opened the door. "You want to see the lineup?" She asked acting as though she had never seen me before.

I just nodded yes. She led me to the parlor and asked me to sit on the sofa with Phil and Burt who were waiting anxiously. Phil turned to me and seemed very excited. "Hey man, plenty of pussy here for everybody, right?"

I muttered, "right."

It seemed as if several minutes passed before Yvonne returned, faced us, and almost formally announced, "ladies come out and introduce yourselves to the gentlemen."

I recognized the first two or three women, as they took long sexy strides walked through the archway, from when Joy introduced us to them earlier. However, I wasn't prepared to see the fifth person in the lineup, it was Lynn. When the last woman entered the line each woman struck a similar, sexy pose. They all smiled and then the first one said, "Hi, I'm Amber, then I'm Beth . . . I'm Jasmine . . . I'm Vanessa . . . I'm Lynn. I confess I didn't hear the names of the other five because Lynn took my breath away and I think Phil's and Burt's.

Lynn was wearing a black lace bra, matching thong panties, both tissue paper thin. Her nipples were harder than ever before. Most of the other women wore nylons, her beautiful, long legs were deliciously bare. Over her shoulders was a gauzy black peignoir hanging loose, not tied in front. On her feet were slutty, six inch high, clear plastic heels. I now knew what had occupied some of the time while she was gone. In addition to the new wardrobe, her make up was heavier and her hair sexier than ever before. Her finger and toe nails had been painted bright red. Phil and Burt had to see what I saw beneath the thin fabric of her panties, just a strip of thin pubic hair that had been a dark triangle when we left Portland.

As I scanned the line I knew that there was absolutely no question who would be chosen and I was right. Phil said one word, "Lynn" to which Burt grumbled, "fuck, that's not fair."

Lynn glanced at me for a micro second, then lowered her eyes demurely, as she stepped forward, took his large rough hand in her dainty one and said, "come with me," as she led him through the archway. 

The rest of the women remained, waiting for Burt to make his choice. He finally chose Vanessa, who stepped forward, took his hand as Lynn had Phil's, and led him out of the parlor. After the couples left the rest of the women and Yvonne disappeared leaving me alone.

I wasn't alone for long. Joy came in and asked with real concern, "Are you okay, Ted?"

"I guess so. I wasn't prepared for Lynn being in the lineup. I was caught by surprise. I thought you had to wait for her health clearance."

"Doc called again shortly after you returned. Then, I spent a half hour giving Lynn some pointers. We picked out some clothes, did her hair, nails, make up and showed her how the men like pubic hair trimmed. She was going to model that outfit for you when Yvonne called for a lineup. In my experience there's no sense putting off the inevitable so, I asked her if she was ready. I know she wasn't but she bravely shook her head yes. I had explained to her how the lineup went. No dirty hustling allowed. That means one girl can't do something to call attention to herself. She can't wink or rub herself, anything like that."

She remembered something. "Oh, I almost forgot, when we passed in the hall, Lynn asked me to ask you if you could stay until she's finished."

"Of course, I'm not leaving until in the morning."

"Why don't you wait in the lounge? I'm sure you'll be more comfortable there."

Once again we walked the maze. The lounge had a couch, a couple of club chairs and a television. Two of the women from the lineup were sitting on the sofa.

During the next hour, I tried to watch a game show, but I couldn't concentrate. For years I had dreamed of a moment like this. I never thought it would actually happen. And, no matter how dirty my thoughts had been, in my wildest imagination I couldn't have pictured her being in a whorehouse, dressed as she was with someone like Phil I had imagined faceless men kissing her, playing with her breasts, fingering her and then fucking her. Now there was a face, it was Phil's. I had to remain sitting with my hands covering my lap because this time my erection wouldn't go down.

I flipped through a couple of magazines and made small talk with one of the ladies. Several times while I waited I heard the soft sounds of the chimes. When that happened, whoever was waiting in the lounge left for what I realized was another lineup. Finally my erection went down. I was so restless I left the lounge and walked up front. 

I hadn't been there long when Burt was escorted back to the entry by Vanessa. She told him to wait there for someone to unlock the door for him, kissed him on the cheek. Then she disappeared down the hall.

"Who'd you pick?" He asked.

"Nobody." I didn't want to explain why so I asked. "How was Vanessa?"

"She was great. I've been with her a couple of times before. I really wanted to pop that new girl Lynn but Phil was first. She looked so hot. Maybe next week."

We hadn't been waiting long when I heard footsteps approaching. I turned and saw Phil and Lynn walking towards us. "Wait here, Yvonne will let you out," she said as she offered him her cheek which he kissed then she turned and walked back towards her room without looking at me. She hadn't walked ten feet when Burt asked Phil, "How was it man?"

"I can't describe it but I think I'm in love. She was so fucking tight and so hot I came twice. She just milked it right out of me, twice. And buddy, you probably won't believe this, no problem with fingers or kissing."

"You're shitting me!"

"It's the truth man. I'm sure as shit not going to wait a week to come back."

Then Yvonne was there. "Was everything okay?" She asked them as she unbolted the door.

"Oh fuck, it was a lot better than okay. Best I've ever had." 

With much less enthusiasm Burt said, "it was fine."

After they left she bolted the door behind them. "You remember how to get to her room?" 

I shook my head yes and walked slowly back to her room. She was waiting for me by the door. There was something different about. Then I realized she almost seemed to be glowing. There was the same freshly fucked aura that I had seen before. The difference this time was that it wasn't me that had caused her to glow. 

Neither of us said anything for a few seconds. It was an awkward moment. Then we were in her room. She closed the door behind us. "Are you okay?"

"Yes, are you?"

"I'm fine." Then she smiled and said, "It's Ted isn't it?"

I wondered what the hell she meant. Then it dawned on me. This was her way of sharing with me what had happened. "Yes, I'm Ted," I said playing along.

"And I'm Lynn. Welcome to Paradise Ted. Have a seat on the couch."

"What kind of party did you have in mind?" She asked as she sat down beside me and pressed her thigh against mine.

"I'll have what the last guy had." I said getting into it. I realized then that this was her way of sharing with me everything that happened during the last hour. Without telling me what happened, she intended to demonstrate without leaving any detail.

"A half and half will be $300. Will that be cash, Mastercard or Visa?"

I knew she didn't expect me to actually give her $300 because she knew I didn't have that much money and I didn't have a credit card with that much available credit. But it was her way of letting me know how much Phil had paid for his hour. So, playing along I reached in my pocket and then handed her a ten dollar bill.

"That's fine." She said as she took the bill. Then, so that I could get the complete picture, she explained, "I'm supposed to take the money to the office but this isn't normal is it?" Before I could answer she was back in her role and said, "okay now that the financial part is taken care of can you stand up for a minute?" 

Not understanding why, nonetheless, I did as she asked. She knelt in front of me and unbuckled my belt. I thought she was about to give me head but I was wrong. She dropped my pants and then turned on a bright light which she aimed at my groin. Then she began to carefully examine my cock, groin and balls. She must have spent a minute or two while cupping my testicles with one hand then she examined every inch of the head and shaft of my penis. 

Finally she declared, "everything seems fine Ted. We can't be too careful."

Just then the chimes that were becoming familiar to me sounded again. Lynn said, "Joy told me I could skip one or two so we could properly say our goodbyes. Without saying another word she dropped the negligee, took off her wispy bra and slipped out of her panties. "Get undressed," she urged me as she went into the bathroom. She came out with a white sheet that she placed on top of the bedspread. Then she poured some kind of fluid on a white wash cloth and bathed my penis and balls. "Lay down on your stomach and Spread you legs."

She was in control. She knelt between my legs and then rubbed my shoulders, my neck, my arms. Then she rubbed the cheeks of my ass and toyed with my crack. Her hand played with my balls. Then she leaned over and pressed her breasts in my back. I could actually feel her hard nipples as she kissed my shoulder, my neck and whispered in my ear. "Do you like this honey?" 

"Oh yes." I turned my face toward her and then we were kissing. Her tongue was in my mouth. Her saliva was sweet. 

"We're not supposed to do this, I mean kiss," she explained.

Then I remember what Phil had told Burt about the kissing. With Lynn he must have gotten the exact same treatment that I was getting. I couldn't wait to discover the remainder of Phil's treatment. I didn't have to wait long.

"Turn over on your back."

My cock was near bursting and sticking straight up in the air. I don't think I had been harder since I was a teenager. Then, again, she kissed me passionately. She trailed kisses on my chest and sucked and gently bit each nipple. "I love your tatoos." I don't have a single tatoo. Clearly, an hour early she had told Phil she loved his tatoos.

When she sensed I could wait no more she reached for a condom on the nightstand, opened it with her teeth, put it in her mouth and with her lips and tongue slipped it over my throbbing cock. "Hey, what's this? Why the rubber?"

"House rules, no exceptions." 

Then she took me in her mouth, all the way in her mouth. I watched her in a way that I hadn't in all the years of our marriage. She used her hand at the base then took me all the way in until her nose was nestled in my black, curly pubic hair. She slipped my cock out of her mouth, looked at me and said, "sorry I can't take it all." This was her way of saying, though she had just taken every inch of my penis, she couldn't take all of Phil's. I couldn't take much of this. After a minute or two I said, "Oh, shit, I'm going to come."

She seemed desperate. "No, I'll stop, wait a minute." She brought her lips back to my lips.

My hand reached between her legs. The lips were bare, the little tuft above her cleft was different. Her clit was swollen harder than ever before. She was different. Wetter, slicker than I could ever remember. Three of my fingers went inside her. She stopped kissing me long enough to say, "That's also against the house rules, the fingers, but I can't help it. Joy said pussies are for cocks and tongues, not fingers. I can think of two or three of the rules that I'll probably break every time." We were both gasping for breath when she nearly shouted, "Just fuck me! Let me get on top."

I don't think I had ever heard her use that word before. But I complied with her request. I was in her completely. But she said, "be easy, you're too big . . . careful . . . oh you're hitting my cervix . . . how many more inches?" Then she answered her own question for my benefit. "Three . . . I can't take it all . . . go slow . . . I'm coming." And she did. It was all I could do to hold back. 

Though I had been in her to the hilt since I entered her, she finally declared as we thrust together, "Oh, you're finally all the way in, I feel so full, so stretched."

I held onto her ass as we thrust against each other. We rolled over with me on top now. She was holding onto my ass cheeks as we trust in unison. With her right hand she parted the cheeks and explored with her finger until she touched my anus. She was determined to enter me with her digit. I was so hot with all that had been going I didn't last long. With a groan from me and a sigh from her I filled the tip of the condom with my semen.

After it slipped from her swampy vagina, she slipped the cum filled condom off my cock, then padded barefoot into the bathroom. She came back with a warm wash cloth which she used to clean me. 

While she was cleaning me I asked, "Was that guy Phil, I mean was he . . .?"

"Was he hung, is that what you wanted to ask? Let me tell you, he was huge."

"Were you able to . . .?"

"Could I take him? Every inch. It wasn't easy but I was determined. He filled me completely."

"Did you come?"

"Constantly." Then, changing the subject she asked, "What are you going to do, honey?"

I looked at my watch, saw that it was after eleven, I had been with her a half hour, Phil had been with her twice as long. "I'll drive back to Las Vegas, sleep in the car and catch the 7:00 o'clock flight in the morning." I answered.

"Where are you going to tell everyone I am and what I'm doing?"

"I don't have a clue," I said honestly.

"Joy's pretty smart. I told her our problem, I mean family and all, and she suggested that you tell everyone I've been accepted to flight attendant school. We were keeping it a secret until I was accepted. When I come home, we can just say it didn't work out. Everyone knows we need the money. What do you think? Do you think that might work?"

"You know, I think it might. I believe Southwest is headquartered in Dallas. Why don't I say you applied a month ago and we were just was told that you had been accepted by Southwest?"

I had just slipped on pants, and she had we finished dressing when we heard the chimes. Nothing else needed to be said but, "I love you." And then she was gone. I finished dressing and looked around the room that would be her home for the next three weeks.

Walking toward the entrance, as I turned the corner, I almost ran into Lynn returning to her room. She was holding the hand of a tall, very dark-skinned black man leading him to the room and the bed I had just occupied. As she passed me she fleetingly brushed my hand with hers.

The trip back to Las Vegas was almost automatic. As I passed the Clark County sign, I was reminded that on this side of the sign prostitution was illegal. On the other side it was legal. It didn't make any sense to me. 

By the time I reached Las Vegas I was famished. I went to a buffet and made up for the meals I had recently missed. By the time I located a Wal Mart parking lot on Tropicana it was after two in the morning. I slept until the sun came up. 

My trip home was uneventful. Our friends, family and even the kids completely bought the flight attendant school story. Actually, they were all very supportive of Lynn becoming a flight attendant because they had visions of free family passes anywhere that Southwest flew. I made up periodic status reports eventually preparing them for her to wash out the closer we got to the end of her three weeks.

Before the end of the second week, Lynn called home and made arrangements to wire $8,000 into our account. The mortgage payments were brought current, the foreclosure process abruptly halted. I calculated that at $150 per client she had been with more than fifty men. I later learned that she was very popular and adept at tips so the $150 was too low, on average. However, what I didn't know was that the $8,000 wasn't all she had earned in two weeks. Nearly $4,000 had been held back so my fifty man estimate was actually too low.

At the beginning of her third week, Earl told me that he was going to Las Vegas the next day and wondered if I would be upset if he saw her. It seemed a little strange to me but I told him I would be okay with that.

When she returned home she brought with her $10,000. She fueled my mind with unbelievable details of her activities. And daily life in the house. I'll share them with you soon but not now.

She seemed very restless whenever the doorbell or telephone rang she stood up. The chimes at the Ranch had conditioned her. Sometimes I thought I detected a trace of disappointment when she realized it wasn't a lineup call.

Her second night home, after making love for the umpteenth time, she said, "you know honey, as much as I thought I loved this house, this neighborhood and the Pacific Northwest, what would you think of moving to another state?"

"What state do you have in mind?"

"How about Nevada?"