Steve was in his mid 50's. He was still good looking, with graying hair, blue eyes and an endearing smile. He wasn't as svelte as his younger days and now sported a bit of a paunch. 30 years ago, Steve married his college sweetheart, the first person he ever dated, and the only one he'd ever kissed. He was happily married, though the sex life wasn't what it used to be. In the past couple of years, there just didn't seem to be the same spark, and his wife had lost interest in intimacy. Although they had occasional sex, Steve often felt his wife was just going through the motions. Sometimes he just wished she would give him a hug, or a kiss and a snuggle without being prompted.
About a year ago, Steve went to a strip club for the first time in his life. He didn't really enjoy the floor show, but he had met a really nice young lady who danced for him in private. He enjoyed her company and really had a good time talking with her before and after her dances. In the past year, Steve had visited a few clubs in different areas, finding it interesting how different places had different rules. In some places, girls could be fully nude but the club could not sell alcohol. In other places, there was no touching. In still others, almost anything went. And there were a variety of ladies, from those earning money to pay for college, to single moms trying to provide for their kids, to alcohol and drug dependent women, working to pay for their habits.
And so it was, that Steve found himself in Las Vegas on a conference, alone in his room. He'd seen the vans driving up and down the strip, offering to bring girls to the room and he had passed by the creepy looking guys flicking cards of women of the evening, but neither of those interested him. In fact, prostitution and the sex trade was illegal in Las Vegas. He knew this because he was on his laptop, searching in Google. Steve was considering whether to call it an early night, or whether to maybe find a strip club. He opened up his browser and started to try to discover what the Las Vegas rules were in regards to nudity, dancing, alcohol, and touch. He checked out TUSCL to find out places prices, but in the end he just didn't feel up for a loud night.
Steve decided to do a bit of research on Vegas Ranches or brothels. He had alwasy been curious, wondering whether they were legal (They were), where they were legal (each county decides if they are legal and what the rules are). It turned out the closest ones to Vegas are about an hour away. Still curious, he tried to find out a bit more about who would work at a brothel, what kinds of things took place there, and how safe they were. It turns out that courtesans need to do weekly blood tests, and that STD's are a non issue at the reputable brothels. He also learned that at some of the ranches, the girls check in for a period of time (2 to 4 weeks) and are not allowed off the property. As for the menu, there were a variety of offerings from girlfriend experiences, to school teachers, to BDSM, multiple girls, and specialty rooms. "Party" was the official term for an encounter.
The research had really piqued Steve's curiosity. But Steve had never been with anyone but his wife. Although he had sometimes wondered what it would be like to kiss another woman, or to feel and suck someone else's breasts, or to sleep with another woman, these thoughts had always been mere curiosity. He loved his wife. And yet, on this night, Steve began to wonder a bit. He wondered how much it cost to visit and just talk with some of the girls, or to have a party. He Googled some more, and found that Chicken Ranch and Sheri's were about an hour away. They had limo service to make it easy. But would he pay for sex? And how much might it cost? That was the challenging part - prices were not advertised. This was partly from discretion, but mainly because although the brothels are legal, advertising prices was not. Steve checked his watch and it was getting rather late. But... then again he wondered, what it would be like? No, he couldn't. But he kept coming back to never having been with anyone else - ever.
In the end, he thought, maybe it wouldn't hurt to call. So after 15 minutes of back and forth with himself, he decided to Skype Sheri's Ranch.
"Hello, Sheri's Ranch", the madam answered the phone.
"Um, hi. I've never done anything like this before, but, er, how long does it take to get to your place from the Strip?" he asked.
"It's about an hour. I can have a driver there in 20 minutes. You need to bring id with you. Do you want to come up?" she asked.
Steve, thought about it for a couple of seconds and then made up his mind. "Sure," he said. "Let's do it."
About 20 minutes later, Steve hopped in the limo. There were beers on ice in the back, enough for the hour long drive. On the way up, the driver asked, "So is this your first time?"
"Yes," Steve replied. "I married my college sweetheart and the first girl I dated. I've never been with another woman, and I've wondered what it would be like."
The driver told Steve, "The average age of our clients is in their 50's. Often married. Many are here for the first time, but there are lots of regulars too." He asked whether Steve had an idea of who he wanted to spend time with (he didn't), and told him how the club worked. He also told him that it was moving in/out day, so there might be fewer ladies. "Don't worry, it's usually quiet on Mondays and all of the girls are wonderful," he explained.
Although, still nervous, Steve began to feel so much more at ease as the drive went on and he realized he was really looking forward to the experience and to satisfying his curiosity. At last, the car pulled up to the ranch, the driver let him out and led him to the front door. "Remember, when you are ready to leave, just let them know and they will come and get me. And, if things don't work out and you want to head back sooner, that's ok too."
At the door, the driver rang the bell, and after a minute or so the madam opened the door. "Id please," she asked. She checked the id and said, "Welcome to the ranch. Do you know who you want to spend some time with?"
