First Ho

This is an interesting one. And a long one. After doing some reasearch on brothels for a story i was writing set in the Gold Rush I discovered a real life brothel. That got me thinking. For reference, i'm pretty sure the site I found was this one The Chicken Ranch, but back then if its the one I remember, it was geared towards truckers. Their motto was affordable whores for the working man. And I seem to reember that their rates were good. It struck me that they were affordable, however, after awhile I realised that the girls were not that great. But that wasn't my first concern. To be honest, the world of prostitution had been a mystery to me, I had seem references, but I had never seen it, I had lived my life seeing right through it. For example, in my quest to only do things that related to girls I drove through Las vegas from Los Angelses through Nevada to a town called Virgin and a place called Loveland. It was like a homage, but never once did i think of whores. I didn't even watch the porn chanel in the Ho-Tel I stayed at. I drove a million miles to Loveland and went to the musuem there. I was pretty sad. Always wondering why I didn't have a girl friend. Actaully I dont think the Chicken Ranch was the first Whore House web site I found, but still.

After that I found a few other whore house sites and I actually called one up and asked how much it would cost to stay the night. The woman on the phone sounded confused, she said 'This is a whore house', as though that was supposed to make sense. And she couldn't give me the girls rates. I was sort of keen to stay at a whore house by now, the idea just seemed so 'romantic'. Just to stay at an official whore house that was full of whores. Amazing.

Anyway. I got to thinking and I found a message board for the Ho's of Nevada and on there was a Ho that struck me right off as gold. She was a real stunner. And the idea that I could actually pay to meet her and such took hold of me. I really didn't have a clue. Really. I think I was basing my thoughts on the rates for the truck stop place i had seen and that was affordable. I actually e-mail this Ho and she replied saying she was on holiday and she would get back to me next week. Straight off the cuff she was hard to handle. Anyway when I finally got to speak to her, I had sort of decided that the best thing to do was to ship her out to me and so I asked how much for a week inEurope travelling about and fucking. To be honest, nothing can describe the surprise I felt when she said $10,000. I think I was doing her a favour, or something. I just didn't understand. So I sort of said, er, thats sort of more then I had in mind, and after a bit of haggling she hung up, so, er, I called again after a while and asked her why she hung up and I was really confuded, and so we talked some more, and I still could not believe the money she wanted. She wanted half up front wired to her. After more haggling I managed to agreed $1000 for an hour which me going to Las Vegas. Apparently $1000 was her minimum. Its important to note that after I agreed to this I later found out that prostitution is actually illegal in Las Vegas, its only allowed in the counties outside of Las Vegas, but she assured me it was OK.

Wow. I cant believe all the effort I went to. She was quite helpful and promised to be at the airport and everything. So I figured what the hell, I can go to the USA and I booked a cheap flight stopping at every airport in the USA. The flight took like 26 hours or something, three connecting flights. From the moment we agreed to do business until the flight we was very supportive. I had her picture printed out on my colour printer and her number and at Chicago airport or Dallas Airport I actually got stopped at customs. I was so gutted. For some reason they thought I was dodgy and when I was getting my documents out the picture of this Ho fell out and they became suspicious. They actually took me into the customs area for questioning and they kept me for about 4 hours. I missed my connecting flight and everything. I was devestated. I had to make this bullshit story up that I cant remember, but I think I said she was a friend and I was going to tour the brothels outside of the Las Vegas county. They kept showing this picture and larfing at me. it was so embaressing and after a while they went through all my belongings and took everything out of my bag. Then they let me go. I was gutted.

When they let me go I had to negotiate a new flight which I got and I called the HO and fortunatly she was OK with the delay and reassured my everything would be fine. Before the flight landed in Las Vegas I washed in the airplane toilet, shaved and changed my clothes. No easy feet. And when I landed she was actually there, and she was stunning. I was so happy to see her. She had HUGE tits by the way. Fake ones. And she had driven up to the airport in her jeep and drove me to the Ho-Tel. By the way, it was a Ho-Tel she had reffered me to because it was new, and you could get into the rooms without going through a main entrance.

This story is going to take ages, and i'm going back in time a bit here. I think its worth noting that I cycled to the airport and had my change of clothes in my rucksack. The flight was really tiring. When i got to Las Vegas I was so happy, the weather was so warm. I love the heat. Anyway, she drove me to the Ho-Tel and went down the strip. It was truly amazing, i was with a real girl, she was really nice, and the lights on the strip were great. On the way to the Ho-Tel I was telling her about how great girls are and how all art has focussed on girls, and just as i was saying that, as though to proove my point when we walked into the that reception area of the hotel there was a huge statue of a girl.

Just a bit about the Ho-Tel, it was brand new really. And it was Las Vegas, hot, even at night. She called it her playground. I can remember so much. The plam trees, the sprinklers watering the grass at night and the valet parking. After getting to the Ho-Tel room we decided to go get some food and and went to the Taco Bell which was a drive through, and then her friend called, but nothing happened of that. Then we went to get some cigeraettes. I was really nervous because it was a corner shop run my Mexicans do doubt and I fell out of it really as it was years since I had been with a beautiful girl in public, only this was differnet as she was sort of more incontrol than me, and it was all so new, I didn't know what to do. I managed to buy cigeresttes though so it was OK. We got back to the Ho-Tel and ate the food. She didn't eat much but i was a pig. We talked. She was really nicley done up, make up and everything. She agreed that I could take some photos of her and us together which I did with my celluloid camera.

I was really nervous, we sat about talking and I gave her some presents, some old English coins and a book about some English model, a page three girl, Jordan I think. It was strange, the Jordan book was on sale at the airport so I brought it, and read it whilst waiting for the flights, but what was really strange is that I remember jerking off to pictures of Jordan, I reember the pictures well, even now, but after reading her book I was amazed at what I didn't know about her. All I knew was that she was famous, more than that I didn't know anything really. The fact that she was a page three model was a revelation. Anyway, I gave her this stuff and some expensive pefume, chanell, and after that I think we hit the bed. It was very strange. I cant remember exactly what happened but right afterwards her freind phoned up and she asked if she couls come over, and i hardly felt like saying no. Also, I had paid $1000. Thats alot of money.

So her friend comes in. And shes an Indian. I dont like indians, i'll be honest about that. Its really because we have so many here. I have since been with dark skinned south Americans, and it doesn't bother me, but This girl really was the start of everything going wrong. Up until then it had all been great. Anyway, I thought I would put up with this girl. She was pretty thick as well really. I think they knew it was bad. It was like they were taking the piss. They started smoking joints and i dont smoke really but I had a toke and that was me out. I was gone. But i think they wanted some action from me, they kept trying to get me to do a threesome. Even the indian girl knew I didn't want her, she said, oh, its OK, you can fuck her, i'll just watch. We chatted though, it was just an edgy situation, but because it was all new I tolerated them. The main girl was quite good though. I think she knew what was happening and balanced things. I saw it as a mind game that I had no choice to avoid, plus I was stoned and tired from jet lag. They wanted me to go gambling. I just wanted the friend to go away. So after a long session they went home. She gave me a big hug which i was thankful for and I lay on the bed stoned for the next hour listening to the sound of the airconditioning. It sounded like a distant radio or a distant beech. I can remember sitting there, half full of the joy at just having had sex with a Ho and half frustrated that her friend had prooved such a retard.

Its worth noting that when we had sex she was very careful. She got me to take off all my clothes and lie there, and she put the jacket on my little guy and started doing the biz. Really, she seemed to love it. I couldn't believe it. She was talking all dirty, like your so hard, and give it to me, and wanna make you come and that sort of stuff. It was amazing. It was like she was dispelling all the pain of years of nothing. Then she let me put it in her. And that was like a holy trinity, a very spiritual event. for the first time in over a decade I had my liitle guy inside another woman and she was loving it. Another thing to note, when we were in bed, when she took off her clothes i got a shock because her stomach was all stretched from childbirth. I think she was very consious of that like it was an eternal hangup. But I was like woah, thats cool, let me heal your pain. But she wasn't a fluffy kitten in need of stroking she was a savage animal that was to be feared. Still, it was a great moment. I kept staring at her marvelling at how she was really pretty which she didn't like. I wanted to hug her and she didn't want that.

I must admit that I was really confused. I sort of assumed that $1000 was alot of money. I figured tat she should hang out with me for a week to get that. After all, it would take me a month to earn it. But her economics was crazy.

ANyway its late so i have to stop but i'll finishe this long winded first Ho account later. It gets worse, but regardless off all that she is still a favorite and a friend in my head. You'll find out later.