So here I was on the road out of Vegas. Not feeling too bad about myself actually. The trade show had gone well and I managed to pick up a few new potential clients. Things were going well for me business-wise and I finally starting to feel confident and comfortable in my success.
Now normally, I'd be taking the 15 back home, but I happened to have a client out in Pahrump. It was a small client, but one of my first. They were having a tiny bit of a technical issue, and since it was just a little out of my way, I figured I'd take an extra day to swing by and straighten things out. Besides, I wanted to preserve my sterling reputation for customer service.
Pahrump Nevada is a little town about an hour outside of Las Vegas. Nothing much but some scattered houses and trailers. It did have a couple of small casinos along the main drag (such as it was), a hospital and a school, but nothing much else. To get there, you drive through some of the most barren, monotonous desert. Not another sole to be seen for miles. It put me in an almost trance, blanking my mind out until I reached the outskirts of town. It was late, about 11 at night. I pulled into the service station to fill up. Then my phone rang and my mood immediately turned bad. It was my wife.
I guess a man shouldn't get upset when his wife calls, but I couldn't help it. Dread balled up in the pit of my stomach. I thought for a second I should let it go to voice mail, but then she would just call back later. Reluctantly, I hit the button to pick up.
"Hello?" I said sheepishly
"Where are you?" came the shrill response. Like nails on a blackboard. I winced.
"Pahrump. I told you had a client to see."
"Yeah, yeah, you're always taking care of everyone but me. Why didn't you call me earlier? You said you'd call me when you got there."
"I just got here."
"WHAT?" she screeched, "Why are you getting there so late? What the fuck were you doing jackass?"
"I was having dinner with..."
"Oh sure, spend all that money on a fancy dinner in Vegas, while I'm here by myself!"
"But honey, it was with a new client. A big one!"
"Yeah, whatever, have they paid you anything yet?"
"Well no, they just signed, but this was a very import..."
"I don't fucking care, just bring home more money, you little shit."
What should I have expected? Congratulations? Support? Ha! Either that fat bitch was complaining I was spending too much time working, or she was demanding I make more money for her. Does that seem logical? Of course not. What's logic or reason got to do with it. All that mattered is that she make me feel worthless. She lived to crush my spirit.
"Look," I said, exacerbated, "I just want to get to the hotel and get some sleep, OK?"
"Whatever, fine."
"I'll call you later. Love y..." but she hung up before I finished.
I filled the tank and got back in my care, quietly fuming. Jesus, what a bitch I married. Nothing ever satisfied her. Fuck knows she never satisfied me. I thought back to last time I had sex with her. So fat and wrinkled, I could barely get it up when I looked at her. I flailed away at that dried up, smelly old cunt. She barely moved, just demanded, "are you done yet?!" I couldn't even finish. I had to wack-off in the shower later to relieve my prick, thinking about some porn I had watched. Pathetic.
Lost in my misery, I didn't pay attention to where I was going. When I finally did, I was down some small, dusty back road. Shit, where was the hotel?
I was about to fire up the GPS, when I saw a building up ahead. Low slung and painted in earth tones it was rather non-descript. A few cars were parked out front. I noticed a Budweiser sign in one of the windows.
"Great," I thought, figuring it was a bar "I could use a drink."
I parked out front and walked inside. Lost in self-pity, I didn't even look around and headed straight for the bar and ordered a beer. As I started to pound it back, out of the corner of my eye I saw someone sit down next to me.
"Hey darlin'," came a sweet southern drawl, "lookin' for some company?"
I turned a saw a young woman, blond and busty. She was wearing a red lace bustier that barely contained her jiggling breasts. My eyes wondered unconsciously down her bare midriff to her long legs and the stiletto heels she had on. Shocked out of my stupor, I looked around. All over the room, scantly clad women walked around, stopping to chat with the half-dozen or so guys sitting at the tables. I was in a brothel.
One thing I forgot to mention about Pahrump, is that it's main claim-to-fame is being the closest place to Las Vegas with legal prostitution. Even then, the whorehouses are off the beaten path. In all the years I had visited my client out here, I never went to one.
A bit flumoxoned, I stammered, "Oh, ah, I'm just getting a drink is all, uh, thank you."
She leaned in closer and put her hand on my thigh, "Names Peach, baby, like Georgia peach. Sure you don't want to party?" She licked he lips seductively and smiled.
"Ah, no. Thank you." I smiled back weakly, "Just, ah, getting a beer."
Peach moved on, but I watched her tight ass make figure eights as she walked away. Damn! I can't remember the last time I had a piece like that. Well I had no intention of cheating on my wife, but looking around, may be I could soak in some material for my nightly jerk-off session.