Lisa and I came to the Ranch two weeks after our high school graduation. We were both eighteen and wild. Best friends since grade school we had talked about doing this since our junior year.
I was impressed with the ranch when I first saw it because there was a stretch limousine parked to the side and a private airstrip out in the pasture. Lisa did not like it. She thought it looked old and run down from the outside. In truth she was right, the Ranch was run down, and all I was trying to do is buoy my sprits by focusing on the positive.
Rosy met us at the door of the Ranch. She was going to be our boss. Not friendly in the least, both Lisa and I were able to agree on Rosy's bad disposition from the start. Adding to her intimidating appearance were Rosy's ugly yellow teeth, caused from her habit of chain smoking two packs a day.
Rosy interviewed us briefly, but did not seem too concerned with the direction of the conversation. A man entering the room with out knocking and whispering something in her ear constantly interrupted her. Rosy was his boss too, so she just gave him her bad attitude and kept on talking to us.
"Why do you girls want to work here?"
"The money," both Lisa and I answered together.
"There's other ways of making money besides working here."
"Not as much money," I said.
"How much do you think you'll make here?"
"Well… I don't know," I stammered taken off guard by this line of questioning. I wanted to say more but the man came into the room again and crouched over next to Rosy whispering some more angry words in her ear. Rosy stuck her cigarette between her lips and wrote something down on a piece of paper. The man took the paper from her and exited the room once more.
"Don't get me wrong," Rosy said blowing out a stream of blue smoke from her nostrils. "You girls are nice. We could use you. But what we can't use, and I personally won't tolerate, is complaining after you come to work here. If you don't understand what this place is like when you walk in that door then you should get your butts straight the fuck back out the door."
"We know what this place is," Lisa said in an even voice.
"I take it you can both prove you're over eighteen?"
"We have drivers licenses."
"We're a little tight for space right now. You all came at a good time because in the winter we don't got no space – we have to turn girls away then. We've got a couple of rooms left, but you won't be able to room together."
"Can we just like… give it a try?" Lisa asked.
"No," Rosy said with attitude. "You can't give us a try, honey. But we will give you a try. We'll know if you can take it or not after about a week. Then in another couple of weeks we'll know if you're going to be troublemakers or not. I won't let troublemakers work for me. They get shown the door mighty fast. Oh you better believe it."
"We can get along with everyone," I said.
"We'll find out," Rosy said. "Come back tomorrow around one in the afternoon. Everyone should be up by then and we'll get you settled into your rooms. I'm gonna start you all off on the night shift. You both have got the right bodies for the night shift."
Lisa and I went back to the roadside park we were camped out in and spent our last night before becoming Cat House Girls. We talked everything over. Lisa was hesitant, but I just wanted to get started and make some money. I wished we could have started that night instead of spending it in the park. I think the wait made us both nervous, but Lisa more than me.
The next morning we ate a fast food breakfast and drove around the county roads surrounding the Ranch until about twelve thirty. Finally neither of us could take the anticipation any longer and so I headed the old clunker we were driving in toward the Ranch.
When we pulled up in front the parking lot looked deserted. Not one car was in sight other than our own and I thought the place must have closed down over night. Lisa and I got out of the car carrying a bag each with a few clothes in them.
We set the bags down by the front door and walked around the outside of the Ranch, taking in the big patch of land surrounding it and the private airstrip. This was really eerie to be here, and to be starting to work here. Some tumble weed blew off the pasture land and past our feet just like I remember seeing it do in the corny old westerns I'd watch on television as a little girl.
I flipped my hair out of my face and looked down at the cheap dime store watch I wore on my left wrist. "Well time to go make some money," I told Lisa in a cheery voice.
"Promise me we'll leave if it doesn't work out?" Lisa asked me.
I took her hand and we shook hands as we always use to do when we were about twelve and playing in her back yard. Then we hugged each other.
The Ranch was a very security conscious place. The layout reminded me of a fort in the old west. We picked up our bags and made our way back to the front, but there was a tall fence electronically locked from the inside that all visitors had to be buzzed into in order to enter.
We buzzed on the little button and announced our presence over the intercom. Then an answering buzz sounded and we pushed open the front gate and walked into our new job and our new life.
Rosy wasn't there to greet us that first day, but some of the older girls were crowded around the big front room. Many of them were older than we were by twenty years or more. We quickly learned we were the youngest workers at the Ranch.
One of the other girls showed us back to the little office we had interviewed with Rosy in the day before, and we were left alone here for a few minutes. I could see Lisa shaking. I wanted to comfort her but thought I should not show that type of emotion now that I had walked inside the walls of the Ranch.
Soon a guy came back into the office with us. He was very friendly and shook both our hands and gave us a nice smile. "I'm Buddy," he introduced himself. "I own the Ranch. Rosy told me we had two new girls starting the night shift."
"I'm Lisa."
"And I'm Logan."
"Nice to meet you girls. Have you been given the grand tour yet?"
"Not yet."
"Well don't worry. I'll get one of the girls to show you around. Also we need to find out what rooms Rosy has assigned to you."
"She told us we wouldn't be able to get a room together."
"Yeah, sometimes she likes to break up the new girls who come in together like you all. We have enough little clicks around this place with out adding some more."
Buddy got a really large girl, well actually a really fat girl, to show us all around the many rooms of the Ranch. All laid out on a single story, the Ranch looked and felt like a cheap roadside motel. The front room was big and grand and fooled you into believing that the Ranch was a fancy place when you initially walked in the front door. There was also a really elegant bar, fully stocked with liquor at the end of the big front room. As we toured through it there were even a couple of old guys sitting and having a beer just like in any other bar.
We walked down the narrow hallways of the Ranch. Doors ran off to each side of the hall. Behind each door was one of the girl's rooms. The girls all shared rooms with a roommate. We learned there were about eighty girls living at the Ranch, though not all of them at the same time.
To one wing of the Ranch was the sauna room. Also down this wing were three big deluxe suites that any of the customers could rent for an exorbitant hourly fee. Then at the end of this wing was the little dinning area for the girls and behind that the girls kitchen.
Some of the girls were friendly and nice, and some of them didn't even seem to notice we were there, and a few were openly hostile for no apparent reason at all. Surprisingly not too many of the girls were really all that attractive as women. They seemed to wear lots of make-up, and few clothes. Many had boob jobs that severely overstated the size of their chests.
We met the cook who was an old woman from another country but she was so old it was hard to tell which country. We met the few men who worked at the Ranch. Three were bouncers who were huge men, and who made me feel safe because I knew they could have won a fight with anybody. Then we met the limo driver who was also a man. He was a big man too, but he was big in flab and not brawn. His stomach hung over his belt and almost touched to his knees.
Then there was a young "Gofer". This guy was a skinny kid who was about the same age as Lisa and me. I had known boys like him in high school. He was introverted and shy and this had made him a little angry and into not such a nice person. He had pimples all over his face and always seemed nervous. I noticed he really tried being friendly to me when we met. I guess he must have thought I was pretty. Some guys thought that about me.
We were assigned our rooms and introduced to our roommates. They seemed nice enough, but it was a little hard to tell. Anyway our roommates weren't really roommates. We had a small bedroom that was ours alone. The roommate part came in because we shared the same bathroom and shower, and I guess that sometimes the girls fought over this.
The room was a little disappointing to me. It was smaller even than my bedroom back home and I had thought nothing could be smaller than that closet sized room had been. There was just a single bed, and a table and one dresser for our clothes. The room did have a little safe on the floor for us to hide away our cash payments within.
We gave them our drivers' licenses to prove we were over eighteen, and then we signed income tax with holding forms because the government got a portion of the money we were to earn. After these preliminaries it was after five o'clock. Our first shift started at six and would last for twelve hours until six the next morning so I ate a small salad the cook made, and Lisa sipped on an iced tea, saying she wasn't feeling like eating yet.
Then we dressed for the shift ahead. I took off my clothes, took a quick shower and came out to the grand entrance room in front wearing tight fitting shorts and a halter-top. I didn't put on any underwear. Lisa was even bolder than I and chose to wear a skimpy bikini. I thought she had made a good choice because she really looked hot.
