Awakenings Ch. 08

Amazed, I said; "There wasn't any glass in the windows. Then what was the point of having a dividing wall?"

Amy said, "After we'd worked at the club for awhile we asked Jack that same question. This is what he told us. Nevada has counties that have legal prostitution. Clark County, the county where Las Vegas is located, does not; but nobody is actually morally opposed to prostitution. They just want it to be discreet. There was a time when working girls openly plied their trade in the casinos. Once the casino owners decided they wanted to create a more family friendly image for Las Vegas, they realized that they had to get the girl's out of the casinos and off the streets. They didn't actually want to get rid of the sex trade, they just wanted it to go underground. Jack couldn't put small sex booths in the back of his club without worrying about a zealous newspaper reporter labeling his club as a brothel. By dividing the booths in half with a wall, albeit a wall with an open window, he clouded the issue just enough to avoid a scandal; a scandal no one really wanted."

Shaking my head, I said; "It's convoluted, but I have to admit that it makes sense.

Mel shrugged. "That's what we thought too."

"So what did you do in those booths?"

Amy said; "Okay, this was the routine. Ginger laid it out for us that night and we followed it the entire time we worked at the club. If I guy wanted to have a party in one of the private booths he had to buy a ticket at the soft drink bar. A ticket cost twenty dollars. The girl at the soft drink bar would assign us a booth. I'd go to my side and he'd go to his. Once we were inside I informed him that a basic dance cost forty dollars and he was free to do anything he felt like doing while he watched me perform."

"You were telling him that it was okay for him to take out his cock and masturbate while he watched you."

Nodding, Amy said; "That's exactly what we were telling him."

Mel said, "We also suggested that if he was interested the dance could be enhanced."

"How did that work?"

"How we suggested it took a bit of careful diplomacy."

Laughing, Mel said; "It certainly did. When I was eighteen it took every fuckin bit of diplomacy that I had. When you grow up on the south side of Chicago learning to be subtle isn't exactly your first priority."

Chuckling at the frankness of her friend's comment, Amy said; "Finding a discreet way to present the menu was our responsibility."

Shaking her head, Mel said; "That's just what you'd expect to hear from a white woman who grew up in Wisconsin."

All three of us burst out laughing.

Amy took a moment to regain her composure. She was only partially successful. Still giggling, she said; "May I now describe the menu to our friend?"

"Go for it." Mel was grinning

"For the basic forty dollar dance we'd sit in our chair with our panties off and our legs spread and masturbate while the guy did the same thing in his chair. For ten dollars more we'd take off our shoes and rest our feet on the padded window sill while we masturbated. The guy was welcome to massage our feet. For an additional ten dollars he could kiss and lick our feet while we masturbated for him. Believe me, those were two very popular options."

Chuckling, Mel said, "You're damn right about that. There were nights when I nearly had my toes sucked off. It seems to me like nobody wants to fuck anymore. Guys want to kiss and lick my feet, then they want to lick my ass. When they're finished doing that they want me to sit on their faces and twist their nipples." She looked at me and said; "Michael Nolan you may remember that we did all of that in the VIP room this afternoon."

"I didn't lick your ass."

"You're right, but the night is still young."

"Is that a promise?"

"Damn right sweetie."

Rolling her eyes while she laughed Amy said; "May I please continue?"

In her most polite tone of voice, Mel said; "Please do."

"For an extra fifty dollars we'd give a guy a hand job and for a hundred dollars we'd kneel on the foot stool and suck his cock."

Both Mel and Amy stared at me. They were trying to gauge my reaction to what they'd just divulged.

Trying very hard to avoid sounding judgmental, I asked; "Did you do very many private booth parties?"

Mel said, "Usually only one or two in a night, but they were generally very lucrative."

Amy nodded. "When a guy bought a ticket for a booth he wanted to get his money's worth. Usually he'd buy a couple of dances and finish with a hand job or a blow job. We'd make a hundred to two hundred dollars in less than a half hour."

Chuckling, I asked, "How many hotel rooms would you have to clean to make that much money?"

They both laughed. Mel said; "Too many."

There was a brief pause and then Amy said; "There's more."

Mel looked at her.

Amy said; "We both like Michael. Let's trust him."

Nodding, Mel said; "You're right, go ahead. Tell him everything."

Amy turned to me. "Just before closing on our second night at the club a guy who'd just bought three lap dances asked me if I'd like to have breakfast with him in his hotel room. While I was now giving hundred dollar blow jobs to men I'd never met, I was still a naive eighteen year old girl from Wisconsin. Thinking that he was really inviting me to have breakfast with him I politely declined. Later, in the dressing room I told Ginger about it. She laughed and told me that he was propositioning me."

Chuckling, Mel said; "I was there too. Amy asked her what she meant. Ginger explained that the guy didn't really want to have breakfast with her it was just a subtle way of asking if she'd be willing to go to his hotel room for sex, paid sex. She then explained that cute eighteen year olds like us could charge four hundred dollars for a one hour session. We were both totally amazed."

Amy said; "Michael, we both loved sex. We weren't being exploited. We were having fun. We loved dancing nude, we loved doing lap dances and we loved giving blow jobs in the private booths. The club was the best thing that ever happened to us."

Mel continued, "Two nights later a man in his mid thirties asked me that same question, would I like to have breakfast with him in his hotel room? I told him that when I got to his room I'd need four hundred dollars to cover the cab fare and I could only stay for an hour. That was what Ginger had told us to say. He said okay, and gave me his hotel and room number. After the club closed I took a cab to his hotel. On the way I had the cab driver stop at an all-night drug store so I could buy some condoms. When I got to his room he gave me an envelope that had four hundred dollars in it. I did a little strip tease for him and then I sucked his cock and let him fuck me. It was fun and I made four hundred dollars."

Amy said, "When she got home she was ecstatic. We both were. A week earlier we were broke. Suddenly we were rich and all we had to do was have sex, which we both loved. The next night I went to a guy's hotel room and the following Saturday night we both had breakfast dates."

Mel said, "We thought life couldn't get any better, but it did. Three weeks after we started working at the club one of the other dancers approached us. She told us that she'd noticed that we were doing breakfast dates and wanted to know if we might be interested in an opportunity to get more dates like that. We told her that we were interested and wanted to hear more. She explained that she knew a woman who ran a service. She could get us as many dates as we wanted. She'd charge us a hundred dollars per date, but the dancer assured us that we could both get five hundred dollars an hour. I wanted to say yes immediately, but Amy was cautious. We took the woman's name and telephone number and told the dancer to tell the woman that we needed a day or two to think about it. The dancer understood. She assured us that the woman was legit and told us to check her out."

Amy said; "I'd heard horror stories about pimps. I wanted to make sure we weren't getting into an ugly situation. That night after the club closed we asked Ginger about the woman. Ginger was married, so she generally limited herself to dancing at the club and private booth parties. Occasionally she'd do a breakfast date, but not very often. She made enough money working at the club and preferred to go home to her husband. She did tell us that she's heard about the woman and everything she'd heard was positive.

Mel continued the story. "The next morning we went over to see Vince. We told him about the woman. He told us that he'd check her out. The following morning he called us and told us that the woman was legit. She had an excellent reputation. She used hotel bell men to get the dates. They got fifty dollars for every contact who booked a date. Apparently her biggest problem was finding enough quality girls to keep up with the demand."

Amy said; "That afternoon we called Janice, that was the woman's name. We met with her the next morning. She had a small office in a building just off the strip. We talked. She explained how the system worked and then she asked us if we were interested. We started the next day. We worked days so we could continue dancing at the club at night. Jack and Ginger had both been nice to us. We were popular at the club and we didn't want to let them down."

Mel said, "We did four dates a day and cleared four hundred dollars a date. Between the dates and what we were making at the club we were both earning over two thousand dollars a day."

Shaking my head, I said; "It sounds like it was a grueling schedule."

Nodding, Amy said; "It was. We kept it up for two years. We took Sundays off. That helped a little bit. We moved to a larger apartment and hired a cleaning service. That helped too. We also both bought Honda Accords. Having cars made our lives easier. We still took cabs to our dates. When you're not a hotel guest parking on the strip is difficult.

I said, "If I'm understanding the situation correctly, you were both making over a half million dollars a year and you were being very conservative with your spending. While I think it's admirable, I have to say that it's rare for two young girls to be that sensible with money."

Mel smiled. "That was Vince's influence. He urged us to spend enough to be comfortable, but to try to keep from squandering our money."

"That was sage advice." I paused for a moment and then I said, "I'm not sure I understand why you kept working at the club. Escorting was clearly much more lucra..." Stopping in mid-sentence, I shook my head and said; "Of course, I should be ashamed of myself. I'm an accountant. The club gave you a means of support that you could report to the IRS."

Amy nodded. "That's right. We also enjoyed working there. We did cut back on our time at the club, but we worked the peak late night hours, so we were still making three to four thousand dollars a week there."

I smiled. "That's a pretty good part time job. So how long did you continue working as escorts?"

Mel said, "We worked in Vegas for sixteen years."

"And then you retired."

Mel and Amy looked at each other. For a moment neither of them spoke. Finally Mel said; "Michael we're not retired. We're still working girls."

I considered that for a moment and then I suddenly understood. "Danny's Lounge is your current visible means of support for the IRS."

Nodding, Mel said; "You're right, but that's not the only reason we work there. We still enjoy nude dancing and it's a good place to make new contacts."

Amy said; "Remember that our clientele at Danny's is mostly made up of retired gentlemen. As escorts we cater to that same clientele. We love living outside of Catalina. In the morning you'll understand why. It's unbelievably scenic; but there's another reason we live here."

"You're surrounded by retirement communities."

Smiling, Mel said; "Filled with sweet gentlemen who's wives have lost interest in sex."

"That's right and they're clean, polite and appreciative. All they want to do is enjoy our feminine charms. Many of them can't even get hard, but that doesn't matter. They're happy to caress our naked bodies with they're hands, their lips and their tongues. With some of them we just lay together naked on the bed and fondle each other while we talk." Amy was smiling, but it wasn't a condescending smile; it was gratified, content. She obviously enjoyed giving pleasure to these older men.

"Can they afford four or five hundred dollars an hour?"

Mel said; "We're not eighteen anymore and we're not driven by money. We charge two hundred and fifty dollars for a session. While a session usually lasts for about sixty to ninety minutes, we allow two hours."

Amy said, "The money isn't important to us. We love our gentlemen, but we can't entertain them for free. If we did that it wouldn't be special. We'd also be inundated with suitors."

Chuckling, I said; "Yeah that could get out of hand pretty quickly."

Both women nodded.

I asked, "But I don't understand how this works. In Las Vegas you went to the guys hotel room. These men live here. You can't entertain them at their houses."

Amy said; "Michael, you don't know very much about how working girls operate, do you."

"Not really, porn has always been my vice of choice."

Giggling, Mel said; "Spoken like a true voyeur."

Amy said; "When a girl meets a man in his hotel room, it's called outcall. When she provides the place and he comes to her it's called incall. In Tucson we provide the place, so we do incall."

"Do the men come to your house?"

"Not exactly." Amy looked at Mel. "I think it's time for us to take Michael to our house. That way we can show him."

"I agree." Mel turned to me. "Michael will you come home with us. We'd like you to spend the night."

The invitation. wasn't a surprise. All through dinner we'd been discussing going to their house. The offer to spend the night was a surprise. While I was interested and willing, there was a logistic issue that concerned me. Looking at both women I said, "I'd love to spend the night, but I don't have any clean clothes. I've been traveling in these all day."

Grinning at Mel, Amy said; "He thinks like an accountant."

Mel said; "Yes he does. We'll have to help him with this. Michael honey, you're wearing a cotton golf shirt and a pair of cotton slacks. We have a washer and a dryer. When we get to our house the three of us are going to take a shower together. As soon as we're finished with our shower we'll put your clothes in the washer. Trust me, you aren't going to need them until morning."

I laughed. "I guess you solves that problem. I'd love to go to your house."

Mel slid out of her side of the booth and stood up. "Let's go."

I stood up. Amy slid out behind me. She'd already left a tip for Maggie. At the cash register we had a brief debate about who was going to pay the check. I acquiesced when Mel pointed out that earlier that afternoon I'd given her two hundred dollars.

When we stepped out into the parking lot it was dark. There was a quarter moon and the sky was filled with stars.

Mel once again drove their Jeep Cherokee while Amy and I followed in my Escape. We turned right out of Bobby's parking lot. After going about a half mile north on the highway we turned right again and followed a paved road east toward the slopes of the Santa Catalina Mountains. We traveled about a mile and then we turned left onto a dirt road. After going another mile we came to another dirt road. This road was narrower. A sign next to the road read: SimChan Ranch, Private Road, No Trespassing without permission of the owners. We turned right on this road and followed it east into the Santa Catalinas.

About a quarter mile down the road we came to a driveway that led to a two story stone ranch house. As Mel turned into the driveway the garage door opened. She pulled her Jeep into the garage next to an old Mercedes Benz convertible.

Amy said, "Park behind the Mercedes."

After pulling into the driveway and parking, we got out of my Escape and followed Mel through the garage into the house.

Once we were inside, Mel stopped in the kitchen and said; "We'll give you a tour in the morning when you can actually see something."

I smiled. "Okay."

Amy said; "Take off your clothes."

Laughing, I said; "Before you strip me naked aren't you going to at least give me a kiss?"

Shaking her head, Mel said; "The washer and dryer are just off the kitchen. We're going upstairs to our bedroom. If you undress down here we can save a trip. When we get upstairs you can watch us take off our clothes."

"Is that a promise?"

Giggling, Amy said; "Yes sweetie, it's a promise."

Both women watched as I quickly took off my shoes, socks, shirt and trousers. I didn't feel at all self-conscious, but I was excited. When I pushed my boxer shorts to the floor and stepped out of them my erect penis sprang to attention.

As Mel gathered up my clothes Amy grabbed my erection and said; "Mel you're absolutely right. He does have a magnificent cock."

I blushed.

Laughing, Amy said; "He's also cute. Look at him, he's blushing. Mel, we're going upstairs to the bedroom. I'll start the shower."

Already in the laundry room, Mel called back, "I'll be right there."

Giving my penis a gentle tug, Amy said; "Come on cutie, it's shower time." She led me upstairs.

I followed without complaint.

Their bedroom was impressive. It was a large and very feminine. A massive king sized four poster bed occupied the center of the room. The walls were white with pink trim. The carpet was a deep shade of pink. The lace trimmed curtains and bed spread were white with pink, yellow and baby blue flowers. The French provincial furniture was arranged symmetrically. Each side of the room had identical pieces; a makeup table with a large mirror and a chair, a dresser and a bedside table. A painting at least four feet by six feet was centered on the wall opposite the foot of the bed. It depicted two naked women, one African American and one Caucasian. They were making love. It was a well-executed painting. I suspected that it was a custom creation.

As soon as we were inside the room Amy started stripping off her clothes. A moment later Mel walked in and immediately started taking off her clothes too.

Once they were both naked Mel grabbed my hand and said; "Come on Michael, it's shower time."

I followed them into the largest and most luxurious bathroom I'd ever encountered. It was actually three rooms. All three rooms were finished in marble and stone the color of rich caramel swirled with sweet cream. The fixtures were brass. The outer room was taken up by two sinks, walnut shelving and cabinets and a giant mirror. A door on the left side of the room led into a small lavatory. A door in the wall at the far end of the outer room led to the bathing room. A whirlpool bathtub big enough for two occupied the space on the right side of that room. On the left side there was a glass enclosed shower stall large enough to comfortably accommodate four people. There was a shower spray at each end of the stall and a third spray in the center of the ceiling pointing straight down.

Awe struck, I paused in the doorway.

Noticing my astonishment, Amy said; "I gather you're impressed by our bathroom."

Nodding, I said, "It's beautiful."

Mel said; "Thank you, we like it."

As Amy stepped into the shower stall and turned a handle that started all three sprays, I said; "I can see why."

Grabbing my hand, Mel led me into the shower. "Come on Michael, we'll take turns washing each other."

That's exactly what we did and it was memorable. I loved Jeanne, so showering with her would always be special; but Amy and Mel were beautiful mature women with large breasts and soft supple bodies. Washing them and being washed by them was a thrilling experience.