Grand Pleasure Station: Exposed! Feature Article Series (New Erotic Fiction)
By Kendall Swan
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Copyright © 2009 by Kendall Swan
Also by Kendall Swan:
NAKED Neighbor
NAKED Restaurant Critic
NAKED Housecleaning
NAKED Parent Teacher Conference
NAKED Cheerleader and other stories
The Sexual Memoir of Emma: A Whole New World
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Grand Pleasure Station: Exposed! Feature Article Series by Sierra LaSalle
Prostitute, whore, ho, sex worker, women of the night—these are all names for the oldest profession in the world. And there is only one state in union that allows it legally. Nevada attracts all kinds of people to its booming entertainment Mecca that is Las Vegas. Almost anything goes in Vegas—except, that is, legal prostitution. For that you need to drive miles outside of the adult entertainment institution. The distance and drive are the only impediments to an otherwise skyrocketing and recession-proof business, a business where you can get your pick of different prostitutes and activities all under one roof. That business is called a brothel.
I’m here at Grand Pleasure Station to interview many of its “staff” as well as its founders. This is an unprecedented opportunity to get inside a successful brothel. It is located 48 miles outside of Las Vegas in Nevada. Because of this, there aren’t many “drop in” customers. This is a planned destination for almost all of the customers. However, because it has been in business for years now, there are a few complimentary businesses popping up including bars, motels, restaurants, and banks. There is even some competition in the form of a massage parlor across the street.
I will not have the chance to speak to all of the sex workers, only 2/3 of them. Of those that consented, all gave me permission to “sit in” while they work in addition to interview time (with the “John’s” permission as well).
You will get an inside view into the life of a prostitute. You will know what the girls (and a guy) like and what they don’t, why they chose this profession, what they think of their boss, what they think of their clients, and what kind of money they really get paid. This article is very explicit. If you are uncomfortable with very frank discussions about sex and/or sexual positions, you should stop reading now. Also, for the sake of truth, I have edited very little. You will get to experience Grand Pleasure Station through me.
Annabelle
I am in Annabelle’s “room.” It is like a cross between one bedroom suite at a hotel and a dorm room. It has a bedroom, bathroom, and small kitchenette. It has been decorated to her taste with maroon walls and a dark mahogany bed frame and dresser. Generic paintings adorn the largest wall giving it the slightly impersonal, though pleasant feel of a hotel room.
Annabelle is 20 years old with long, smooth brown hair and tan skin. She has dark eyes that seem mature for her years, high cheekbones, and pouty lips. Her beauty is obvious and I’m not surprised she has chosen a profession that depends on it. She is wearing a short, satin nightie and high heels. We sit on the bed and I see she is not wearing underwear when she crosses her legs Indian-style. I dive right in.
“Let’s start from the beginning. What was your childhood like?” I ask.
“Pretty normal. My parents are still together. I have a couple of siblings. They think I am an exotic dancer. That has caused enough scandal so I don’t think I’ll ever tell them the truth.”
“Where are you from?”
“Sarasota, Florida. It’s pretty nice. I didn’t like the humidity so it was a welcome change to come here where it’s so dry.”
“Well—getting right to the point. How did you get to be a prostitute?”
“I dropped out of college. The financial aid ran out with the economy. I was going to get a degree in psychology. I’m not sure what I would do with it. I have always been fascinated by different kinds of people. And this job definitely lets me meet a lot of different kinds of people, that’s for sure.”
“But selling your body for sex—how did you get to that from dropping out of college? That seems like quite a leap,” I ask.
“I guess so. It doesn’t seem so weird to me. I just really enjoy sex. And I always had my share of guys to give it to me. Of course, they loved that—a girl who loves sex. And some of them would give me gifts or promise me things, especially older men.”
“You dated older men?”
“Yeah, not till a couple of years ago. I was 18. They were easier to be around in many ways but then all condescending, too. It got to where I really enjoyed the sex and the gifts and didn’t want to give that up. But I’m not a settle down type of girl. I like exploring people. And with the gifts came expectations of being a guy’s girlfriend or arm candy or something. That just wasn’t for me. [She looks down, fiddling with her hands.] I guess it is for me. I just make a lot more money now.
“That’s how I started, as an escort. It was a legit escort business in Miami. They warned us against having sex and said we would be fired if we did. It went on, of course, but they had to pretend like they didn’t know about it. I think I would have been happy there but then one of my regulars fell in love with me. That’s the problem with being an escort. The money is pretty good but there is a lot of time together that isn’t spent having sex. You are basically on a date.
“So he fell in love and I didn’t. He gave me an ultimatum to quit and be with him where I would be taken care of or he would get me fired. Can you believe his nerve? What an asshole! An entitled asshole. I told him off and then he called my boss and told her we had been sleeping together for some time and he was paying me for it and that I said the boss said that was okay. She didn’t want to fire me. I was a good earner. But she had no choice. It’s not legal there in Florida. But I learned my lesson and moved here to Nevada,” she said.
“Where you can’t be fired for having sex for money?”
“Right. Where I could possibly be fired for not having sex with a client. Probably wouldn’t happen here, but at other places,” Annabelle says.
[She licks her finger and begins gingerly rubbing her clit. Her clit, pussy lips, and finger are right there for me to see since we are sitting across from each other and her legs are loosely crossed.]
“Do you mind if I touch myself a little? I blocked off a couple of hours for this interview. I would normally be having some kind of sex right now and my body is used to cumming almost every hour,” she asks seductively.
[She scoots a little closer to me while fingering herself. I can feel her gaze on me. She seems to want me to get a sense of her skills as a seductress, I assume. I am still sitting back against the headboard of the bed in shorts, sandals, and a tank top with my legs stretched out in front of me.]
“Is this how you seduce your clients? You said your body is used to having many orgasms a day. Is it like sleeping rhythms or something. You get turned on whether you want to or not?”
“That’s exactly what it’s like. I never knew how to explain it before. I like that. Sleep rhythms. Sex rhythms. That’s what I have. I’m like an athlete. I use my body to make my living. I have trained and pushed it to perform at a certain level and that is what it is used to. Hold on. I need to stop talking.”
[Annabelle shuts her eyes and rubs her clit more vigorously. She reaches up and grabs one of her voluptuous breasts with her other hand over her nightie. Her breathing is growing shorter and faster. She leans back on the bed and is almost smacking her clit with her fingers. She moans. Her legs are open and I am able to see the entire show. She pushes three fingers inside her pussy and they come out wet. She rubs her clit again and pinches her nipple with the hand on her breast. Apparently that does it. From my point of view, I can see faint traces of her inner muscles clenching in orgasm. More clear wetness oozes out of her. Her body relaxes as the clenching slows down. She sits back up with a smile and asks for me to hand her the tissue box on the end table. I do and she wipes her fingers and then her outer lips. ]
“This bedspread sees enough paid action. No need to get it all wet from just me,” she says cheerily and giggles.
“Wow, you came in under five minutes with just your fingers. Impressive,” I say.
“You know that about me, silly. Now what else do you want to know?”
“How much money do you make?” I ask.
“Ahhh, yes. A love of sex and money, isn’t that why we’re all here? Well, as you know, there is a huge range. Once, a long time ago I only made $250. That was when I first started here. I didn’t have a client base built up and my nervousness came through in the audition. But one day I made close to $35,000 in 18 hours. I got a couple of rich guys and had a lot of buys of my masturbation video on the website.”
“Good haul, then. But wait, you were nervous? Talk about that. And explain what the audition is.”
“The first week or so I was nervous. Not with the Johns. They were all great. But there is a pretty tight group here. And before the great firing, those girls were all a little territorial and suspicious of new hires. They gave me dirty looks sometimes and didn’t want to party together before or after the night shift like everyone does now. My only solace was the sex—and the money. That was nice. But then I got my regulars and those girls that were left eventually accepted me. And here we are.
“And the audition? Can you explain that for our readers?”
“Yeah, that’s one of the things that happens at a brothel, I guess. It gets annoying sometimes but it’s money and it’s new business, so you have no choice but to love it. When a customer comes in and doesn’t have a specific girl in mind, a bell rings and those of us not in a session have to come to the front and line up for the John. You can smile and make eyes but no overt gestures. It’s purely a cattle call. It’s all about looks. I get a lot of business through the auditions and some of them have become regulars so I’m thankful. But that’s the whole point of a brothel, right?”
“Overall, how do you feel about your choice?” I ask.
“Overall, great. I’m safe. I make great money. Now the people are nice. I get paid to do what I love—what’s not to love?”
“Do
you see yourself doing this forever?”
“Forever, no. For a while, yes. I know that I will age and won’t be able to make the same amount. But hey, maybe I’ll have better skills by then. I don’t know. Some of the girls have set goals in mind. I haven’t thought that far ahead. I just like having sex. And I think I’m good at it. That’s enough for now, I guess.”
“Well, thank you so much for your time, Annabelle. With your permission, I might be dropping in to watch you in action with a ‘John’ if you don’t mind.”
“No, no, please. All my guys would love to have a beautiful girl watch them perform. I’m sure they’ll ask you to join in. That’s what always happens.”
[Annabelle leans in and gives me a quick kiss on the lips. As she pulls back, her hand that was around my head lightly brushes my breast. I pretend I don’t notice my nipple hardening.]
Janet
Janet is the oldest prostitute working here. At 37, she has been a sex worker for over 20 years. Age has been kind to her and she still looks stunning. She’s tall and has dirty blonde hair that has loose waves and flows over her shoulders. Her tan skin does not have the dewy plumpness of a 20 year old but it also isn’t leathery or freckled. She is lean and muscled. Her fake breasts are quite large and featured well in her red lace negligee. She has on a matching thong, bra, and heels.