...until this past Sunday night. My last night in Reno, and I was debating between the Mustang and the Bunny. Because it was late night, and I didn't want to drive for a half-hour, Mustang Ranch won out (this was a good thing, but I didn't realize it until much later). Got lost after taking the exit (twice!), got back on track, and headed for the Christmas lights. Found the entrance gate, and the almost-empty parking lot (where the hell is everybody??). I was about to park by the Ranch hotel, changed my mind and parked by the Lounge instead.
I took a deep breath, opened the door, and walked in. Now, I've been to massage parlors and such, back in Texas, and thought I would be comfortable. However, when I entered, and saw several ladies lounging around (looking very cat-like and sexy), one or two other guys, and the bartender, I began to wonder. Was I at the right place, I asked myself? I walked to the bar, figuring I could hide my extreme nervousness by holding a drink. A cute blonde in a black cocktail dress was sitting at the bar, and we chatted a bit, with me asking stupid questions ("Is this normal for sunday night?"), and blondie grinning and wondering the same. I was busy trying to stop my trembling, while the cutie smiled at me, then I notice the bartender waiting for my order, being very polite. Deep breath, I thought to myself, and tried to keep my voice from squeaking while I asked about single-blends. I settled on Glenlivet, ordered, then went back to my nervous chat with the blonde. I suddenly realized that this lady was a super-hot looker, as relaxed as I was trying to be, and just stroking my arm while I coughed and sputtered.
So hottie-in-a-black-dress asks if I'm a returning visitor. That's when I spill the beans. I confess I've never been to the Mustang, and, in fact, have never been to a Nevada brothel, or any brothel, for that matter. She asked what brought me here, and surprisingly enough, I didn't act like a dweeb and say "Enterprise rent-a-car". I confessed that I was making plans for my birthday in October, looking at different options, and a brothel was one.
Well, her hazel eyes brightened a few more lumens, almost blinding me, and she asks if I wanted a tour. My legs were still shaky, so I reply that I wanted to sit for a bit, and finish my drink, and wait for the shaking to stop, before trying something challenging, like walking a straight line. Great, she replies, and pointed to two chairs against the wall. We'll sit, you can drink, and I ask her to join me so I could ask her questions, all while she's holding my hand and leading me to the sacrificial prep (yeah, I know, it's like she was reading my mind).
We take our seats, I try to take a sip and impress her with how cool I look spilling half the glass. Have to admit, her giggles were having an effect on me, as were the much-more-frequent thigh strokes she has obviously mastered. I finally start to relax, and she takes me on a tour. By this time, I find out her name is Amaris. So we chat, as she shows me around, and somehow keeps bumping up to me, like the corridors are too narrow. Silly me, I try to give her more room, she giggles, eventually wraps her arm around my waist, and I realize I'm trapped, but it feels nice.
So we finally wind up in the negotiation room (surprise!!). She asks what kind of services I was expecting, and what my price range was. I explain to her that it had been close to 30 years since I last hired a professional. When I tell her how much it cost me then, she had a good laugh, and finally stopped after a few minutes. After catching her breath, she explained the new culture and its benefits and costs.
Needless to say, we came to an acceptable arrangement. I'd like to say that it was a great experience, but that would diminish the true value of the engagement we had. It certainly exceeded expectations, and I can only hope that she came away just as pleased as I was. Aaand, my legs were shaky all over again as I walked back to the car a few hours later.
I feel that I was very lucky in meeting Amaris, even though I'm sure the other ladies would have been up to the occasion, too. But for a brothel first-timer, popping my cherry could not have been more fun. Amaris can add that cherry to her notches on the bedpost.
I hope to make it back in October, and I hope Amaris is there. If she can't make it, I hope she recommends a suitable stand-in.
Guys (and gals), I only have one bit of advice - whatever these luscious ladies quote you for the experience, don't argue, just surrender your wallet/purse, and then indulge yourself, and tell them toby says hi.
