I went to Las Vegas last winter because I wanted to indulge myself and revel in the debauchery of my sexual depravity :)
I won’t disclose the place even though it’s legal out there, nor any names out of respect.
When I came into the place I went right to the bar and ordered a beer and water; my throat was so dry and my heart was racing simply because of where I was and what I knew I wanted to do. It felt so dirty and wrong even though, quite frankly, it was another day in the life for folks out there given the removal of the taboo of the job.
Within a few minutes I was approached by the Madame, who was really nice and we had a few laughs together. I told her I’d been exchanging emails with one of the girls online and I was fairly confident she was the one I wanted – but she was with a client, so I’d have to wait. I didn’t mind. In the meantime, another woman approached me: a tall, curvy blonde who said she was from Ireland. She was quite pretty, but not really what I was looking for. We spoke for a few minutes about her homeland, I bought her a drink, and wished her well. I think she was a little surprised that I’d done that, in a good way.