Chapter NinEteen
I’m not sure what I am expecting when I pull up to Paradise Ranch, but I guess something a bit more extravagant. From the outside, it looks normal. Just a regular stone building that could be used as any type of office.
“We’re here. There are huge statues of naked women with their tits like ten feet wide,” I say.
“Are there? Man, they must be rolling in the dough. Maybe it’s a business I should get into.”
“It’d probably be a good business for you because you wouldn’t be disgusted by all the ugly, gross men. Oh…but you could still smell them, I guess.”
“Ew, don’t…just stop there,” he says, and I laugh.
I shut the car off and look over at him. “May I have some money for my bunny?”
“What?”
“Well…I thought saying that was better than ‘prostitute,’ but if you want me to say that instead, I can.”
He pulls out his wallet and hands it to me. “Get a cheap one.”
“Yes, sir,” I say as I stare at the money. “How much is…a cheap one?”
“Take six hundred. Hopefully, you don’t spend that much.”
“Alright,” I say as I pull it out and stuff the six hundred-dollar bills into my wallet before handing him his wallet back. “Ready?”
“Let’s get this over with.”
“Before we go in, you better not have sex with any of them. I don’t share,” I say as I slide my hand up his thigh and cup his groin. “This is mine.”
“Is it?” he taunts as I lean over and bite his earlobe.
“It is.”
He grins. “I’m not going to have sex with them,” he promises. “Now let’s go before someone sees us then questions why two gay guys are trying to get a prostitute.”
“I. Don’t. Share,” I whisper in his ear. I can see his fingers twitch as if they’re aching to reach for me.
“Yes, sir.”
I get out of the car and wait for him to get out. Instead of taking his hand, I just step up close to him so that my shoulder bumps into him.
“Good, now let’s go,” I say as I head for the front door. As soon as we walk in a large man eyes us.
“Can I see your license?” he asks because I will forever look like I’m barely legal.
“Of course,” I say as I show it to him.
He checks us in and finally lets us pass.
We step into the main area that looks like an elaborate bar.
Where they’d clearly forgotten to spend money on the outside, they’d spent it all on the inside.
There are leather chairs arranged around the room and stools up at the bar.
Music is steady in the background but not loud enough to drown everyone out.
There are men wandering around and women entertaining them.
Some are wearing dresses, others in short skirts that allow a peek of their ass.
“What do we do?” I whisper as I eye a young woman with a top on that barely conceals her nipples.
“Head to the bar.”
“Have you been in one of these before?”
“Yes, I have for work,” he says.
With my eyes focused on everywhere other than where I am heading, I walk over to the bar as a beautiful woman saunters up to us.
“What can I get you?” she purrs as she leans forward, and my eyes drop to her breasts.
“Uh…”
“Jack and Coke. You want the same?” Lane asks.
“Sure,” I say.
“Coming right up,” she says with a purr.
I watch her work and see that it’s like a dance she does. Every movement she makes has the men at the bar watching.
“Hi boys,” a young woman says from behind us, and I turn to look at her. “Are either of you waiting for someone special?”
“I might have just found her,” Lane says as he taps the seat next to him. “Can I buy you a drink?”
What the fuck? How’s Lane making this look so easy?
The bartender passes us our drinks, so I grab mine and step away from the bar, leaving Lane to work his magic.
I don’t take two steps away from the bar before a pretty woman around my height steps up to me.
She has rich brown hair that falls in ringlets around her face and is wearing a skin-tight dress with large flowers on it.
“Good evening, I haven’t seen you around here before,” she says with a smile.
“First time,” I say.
“How exciting. Would you like to join me?” she asks. She seems to have an accent, but I can’t place it.
“Yeah…sure,” I say, and she smiles at me.
I follow her over to a velvet couch that faces away from the bar, where she waves for me to sit. I sit down, and she sits next to me so that her bare thigh presses against my leg.
“I’m Jasmine. What’s your name?”
“Danny.”
“It’s nice to meet you, Danny. What made you decide to swing on by?” she asks.
“Um…just…never been to a place like this before. My friend has, and he suggested it,” I say as I nod to Lane.
“You from Nevada?”
“No, we flew in from Illinois,” I say.
“Ooh, planning an exciting trip in Las Vegas maybe?” she asks.
“I wish. It’s for work, but maybe we’ll have one day to have some fun,” I say.
“Well, today will be all the fun you need,” she says as she slides her hand down my arm and squeezes my hand.
“That’s true,” I say as I sip my drink because I have no idea what else to do.
“Would you like me to show you around since it’s your first time?” she asks.
“Yeah…sure,” I say, and she smiles at me.
She pulls me up to my feet and leads me back through a door, into a hallway. The walls are white with some signs throughout, advertising the different rooms.
“Well, we have our Jacuzzi room,” she says as she nods. “Of course, a massage parlor or if you’re feeling a little naughty, this would be the room for you.”
I glance at the white door and can’t help but wonder what exactly lies behind it. I almost tell her that I want that room, but I chicken out at the last moment.
“And right here is my room,” she says. “Can I invite you in?”
I nod, and she pulls me through the doorway before shutting it behind me. The room is large with a king size bed in the middle. There are decorations scattered about to make it look lived in, but it looks fake. She sits on the bed and pulls me down next to her.
“What would you like to do?” she asks as she looks up at me through her long, fake eyelashes.
“Sex?” I ask like I’m not sure and her lips twitch like she’s almost going to laugh, but she composes herself.
“I like you, and you’re very handsome. It’s rare for us to get someone so handsome in here. What if I give you a first timer’s discount and we make it five hundred for the hour?”
“Okay,” I say before realizing that I was probably supposed to negotiate.
She smiles at me. “Now that we are done with that nonsense, how about we have a little fun,” she says as she swings her leg over, so she’s straddling my lap.
A position that I am quite unfamiliar with. Usually, I am the one on the lap of someone and that person usually has a dick.
“Can I confess something?” I ask as I set my hands against her chest to stop her from feasting on me like I’m a piece of meat.
“Of course,” she says, looking quite concerned.
“I’ve never had sex before, and I think I’m gay, but I can’t be gay because if I’m gay my family will disown me, so I thought I could…I could…come here and prove I’m not gay.”
She stares at me for a moment before smiling gently. “Thank you for telling me. Why don’t we slow down then?” she suggests.
“Okay,” I say.
“How about we start with a nice massage?”
“I like the sound of that,” I say.
“Let’s get rid of some of these layers then,” she says as she unzips my hoodie before sliding it off my shoulders. Her breasts are pushed up, so I can see them peeking out of her shirt as she leans over me. Then she takes the bottom of my shirt and slowly pulls it up as I watch her.
“I’m so glad you picked me to explore with,” she says as she unbuttons my pants. “It makes me feel quite special.”
She gets off the bed, and with her butt up in the air, she leans over so she can work my pants down my hips to the ground.
“Can we leave my underwear on for right now?” I ask.
“Of course. But let’s get rid of these pesky socks,” she says as she slides her hands down my left leg before catching my sock and pulling it off, followed by my right.
“Lay down on your back,” she says, so I lie down as she makes quite the show of taking her clothes off.
Her dress frees her huge breasts and reveals a pink lacy thong.
Thankfully, she leaves it on even if I am slightly curious.
She crawls back onto the bed and straddles me as she runs her hands up my stomach to my shoulders.
“You’re so tense,” she says as she begins to rub my shoulders, and I quickly realize that this is definitely worth the five hundred bucks, especially because it isn’t my own money. She leans over so her lips are near my ear. “Does that feel good?”
“Really good,” I admit.
“Good,” she says with a grin as she massages my arms and neck as I sink into the bed. “You’ve been working too hard.”
“I have,” I agree.
“Let me help with that,” she says as her hand slides down my stomach. Her finger circles my penis, so I quickly grab it and pull it up.
“I don’t know if I can do this,” I say like I’m nervous. Honestly, I am really upset that my massage is currently on hold. “Do…do you have anything to help relax me? I have extra money.”
“Like…would you want to play in the Jacuzzi?” she asks, clearly not getting my meaning.
“No…like…something to calm my nerves…something to help me enjoy this. I have money.”
“Oh…I don’t have anything like that, I’m sorry,” she says as she pulls her hands back and rubs at her wrist.
“Really? A friend of mine said that he got some here,” I say.
She shakes her head. “Sorry…must have been a private sell or something…if anyone finds out, she’ll get into really big trouble.”
“Oh…I mean…I’d tip you if you found some for me,” I say.
Her eyebrows knit as she gives me an apologetic smile. “Sorry, I probably couldn’t even get you marijuana in this place.”
“Oh…okay…that’s okay. I guess…the massage will help,” I say, deciding that I might as well get something out of this. Maybe Lane is having better luck.
Thankfully, she returns to my massage.
“Where are you from?” I ask.
“India,” she says.
“Wow, you came a long way. How long have you been in the US?”
She glances toward the door like she doesn’t want to talk about it but knows that she should answer her client’s questions. “Two years.”
“That had to be scary moving here.”
“Yeah…but it was definitely worth it,” she says.
“Your English is really good,” I say.
She smiles. “Thanks. Do you want to touch my breasts?”
I bite my lip to keep from laughing. It is clearly a ploy to distract me, but it kind of works. “I’ve never touched a woman’s boobs before.”
She grins at me, clearly back in her area of expertise and comfort as she takes my hands and slides them up her stomach to her chest.
“They’re all natural,” she says with a grin.
“Are they?” I ask as I cup one in each hand. She could have told me just about anything about them at that moment, and I probably would have believed her. “They’re very nice.”
“Thank you. Do you want to feel a little more?”
“No, I kind of like my massage. You can rub my back if you want,” I say as I let go of her breasts and roll over onto my stomach.
She laughs gently. “I think maybe…you need to just do what makes you happy.”
“I don’t know…maybe I can just pretend and make everyone happy,” I say.
“Your parents won’t talk with you about it?”
“God no, they told me if I brought it up again, they’d disown me. They think that I need to be the perfect, normal kid.”
“I’m sorry to hear that,” she says.
“Thanks. They’ll be ecstatic when they hear that I was here,” I say.
She laughs. “That’s good,” she says.