by JenLynn Sweet | photos by Steve Dewall

**Names and distinguishing characteristics changed where appropriate**

Part 1: A Date with Sunset

Sunset Thomas. Take an intelligence that glows through sparkling blue eyes. Add a figure that would turn pre-feminist Barbie green with envy and an intensity that summons images of ancient bathhouse orgies. If she has a tasty, home-style Southern accent, then you've got her. Sweet Sunset.

And I could feel her there. Standing next to me at the Moonlite Bunnyranch, a legal brothel in Carson City, Nev. Her breath drifted teasingly over my neck as she brushed my shoulder and whispered in my ear.

"All this sex is making me hungry."

Oh shit. She followed the comment with a delicious laugh that I could've licked from her mouth. Christ, I had it bad. She smelled of perfume and sex. All 5'5" of her hard, tan, 36-24-36 body was alive with desire. Freshly fucked, her skin just glowed. Yeah, she lived on the stuff. I learned that, for her, sex is like food. Always satisfied but never sated, she'd left her customer half-conscious in her bed. Now, she was on the prowl for more. An easy task: The guys were taking numbers.

This particular evening she wore a tiny, pink tube dress made of silky cotton so sheer that her nipples showed through, and the bottom kept creeping up her cute ass. And me? I wasn't exactly dressed for church myself. Like all the girls at the Moonlite Bunnyranch, I wore my working clothes. Fun clothes. A silky snakeskin camisole with matching panties that tended to slip down my ass when I got hot. And I'll tell you what—standing that close to one of the sexiest adult actresses going (and going) got me hot every time. She made my clit tingle and my mouth water for a taste.

But you know, she has that effect on everybody. That's her job. Performing in over 150 adult films in a career spanning seven years, this 27 year old bombshell has done it all. I mean, she's really done it all! She's starred in such adult classics as Sex, Sex 2 and Latex. I tried buying one of her videos at an adult store in Vegas; although she had her own display area, every single title had sold out. She's appeared in Hustler, Playboy, Penthouse, Club, Oui and dozens of other magazines. She and her husband Zach Addams own an adult nightclub, Sunset's Fantasy in Corpus Christi, Tex., and Sunset headlines adult clubs around the world. A year ago, she became the first porn star to work as a legal prostitute, performing as intimately as it gets here at the Moonlite Bunnyranch. Of course she was a hit. Since then the Moonlite has continuously had at least one adult actress on its menu, including Teri Weigel, Alicia Rio, Kathy Willets, Suzi Suzuki, Porsche Lynn and more than a dozen others. Sunset was a pioneer. She'd set a standard while giving a proxy "fuck you" to those few who thought screwing for money for a camera was somehow "cleaner" than other forms of safe and legal prostitution. Who the hell wouldn't want to meet (and eat) someone like that?

So when Fuss forwarded me the press release about Sunset's impending arrival, I got excited. The "Princess of Porn" was back at the Moonlite for her sixth visit, this time with her husband entertaining as well. They said they wanted to get "close" to their fans. There's an understatement.

I lit a cigarette. I let it dangle, smoke in my eyes as I imagined meeting her. With one hand on the keyboard, the other with my thoughts, I found Sunset's website and contacted her. Not only was she interested in an interview, but she thought it might be cool if I played courtesan with her for a week. That way, we could get close and personal. And what the heck, why not fuck her and her porn star husband Zach Addams? You know, since I'd be there anyway. Then I could give an honest review of their talents to their home viewing customers. Was that ok?

Yeah, it was ok.

Part 2: Good

I was nervous. The plane ride from Vegas to Reno was short, but not short enough. I had plenty of time for second thoughts. Not about Sunset or Zach—I'm not an idiot—but about working at the brothel. I didn't know what it would be like.

What if they never chose me?

I was still thinking about it when I landed in Reno and called the Moonlite for a ride. Next thing I knew, I was waiting outside with my bags full of high heels, makeup and lingerie. A limousine pulled up for me. I got in while the driver loaded my things. I was still thinking up excuses to back out during our 30 minute drive to Carson City. I needed to figure out what the fuck I really wanted. I mean, shit—eight months ago I worked in an accounting office in Pennsylvania. Exotic dancing in Vegas seemed a big enough change. But this? A sign along the way read "WARNING: HOT & NASTY WILD SEX 300 YARDS AHEAD." Huh...guess that would be my office.

But worry quickly turned to excitement when I saw the bordello. A button opened the gate. Beyond, a cozy white home sat by itself, surrounded only by harsh, arid desert. But there was life inside those walls. Entering through a door of tinted glass, I found myself in a new world. Zebra-striped carpet stretched from wall to wall, with couches and tables and a bar. There was a fireplace framed by autographed photos of feature stars who'd entertained there. And there were girls; plenty of lovely, scantily dressed girls. They were downright gorgeous. They talked and laughed and waited...

And it was good.

Part 3: Just a Taste

I met some of the girls briefly. The owner, Dennis Hof, introduced himself. A colorful and intelligent businessman, I came to see him as a friend during my visit. I also met Suzette and Phyllis, housemothers who took impeccable care of their ladies. They pampered us and were there for our every need and concern. But on this first night, I was distracted. Everyone talked to me, but I hardly heard a word. Like so many customers who'd later come through that door, I wanted to meet the celebrity guests. They'd missed their flight, and the long wait didn't do much to settle my nerves. Finally, they arrived late in the evening.

Anyone who's seen Sunset and Zach in magazines or video knows how hot they are. Zach has strong, manly features. Eyes that not only penetrate you, but let you know he will, too. Chiseled chin, broad shoulders, an easy smile. And Sunset...well, she looked like Sunset.

We all settled in and talked. It was soon time for bed. The next day, I asked Sunset for an interview. Zach wasn't there at the moment and Sunset smiled and said, "You're going to be working here, right?"

"Yeah."

"It's your first time," she said, wearing a lascivious grin I'll never forget. "Maybe I'd better teach you a few things."

I dropped my notebook. She led me back to her room. My heart pounded. Part of me didn't think she was serious, or that I'd jumped to the wrong conclusions. But when she closed the door behind me and asked me to lie down on the bed, I thought I'd lose my mind. Silently, she crawled on top of me and straddled my hips. She looked down at me, hair gliding over her shoulders, nipples of her D-cup breasts peeking through her lingerie. She asked me if I liked to kiss. Wide-eyed, I nodded.

She leaned in close. Her hands held my shoulders to let me know who was in charge when her lips met mine. Sweet full lips...delicious tongue. Heaven ended too soon when she sat up again. I opened my eyes, temporarily blinded, and saw her smiling. She ran her hands slowly up my sides. It tickled just right. Her eyes bolted me down as her delicate fingertips made their way to my breasts. She teased my nipples. They were already hard, but they just got a bit harder.

"What kind of party do you want?" she asked. Now I understood. I was playing the guy again, just like with my girlfriend back home.

Well, maybe not just like that. Sorry, cutie, but Sunset's a paid professional. So I pulled myself together and asked what kind of party she recommended.

"Well," she said. "There's a Sunset and Zach Addams special. Would you be interested?"

I told her I thought I was interested.

We went through all the motions, including taking me back up front to pay the cashier. I tried to pay attention to something besides Sunset's ass, but that was difficult. She explained that kissing is normally not right for everyone, but since we weren't on the Bunnyranch clock yet, we could have some extra fun. Sure—I was up for fun. And there was Zach, sitting in the parlor and waiting. Even after all the films he's done and all the women he's had, he still wore a big ol' grin like a kid at prom with liquor and a condom in his jacket pocket. I liked that. I liked that sex still excited him, and not just in the physical sense. He later told me that each encounter is a new adventure. Still, a guy working at a brothel for the ladies' pleasure is a hard sell. Women can pretty much get guys to bust a nut at will. But that's just it. Your average fuck is a far cry from a professional no-strings attached fuck by one of the most handsome men I've met. And girls...you might think your husband or boyfriend knows what he's doing. He's told you enough times that you even kinda believe it. That's nice. But guess what...

Back in the room, we shed what clothes we had. I touched myself absently while I watched the couple kiss like newlyweds. If ever I've seen a muscular cock, it would have to be Zach's. He hardened before my eyes, and I took him in my hand to feel the growth. Thick and meaty, I could hardly wait for a taste. Fact is, we'd all cleared our tests and hadn't seen any customers or even left the premises. This would be the last au naturale sex I'd have, and as I savored the feeling of Zach growing in my hand, I slowly slid my face down Sunset's chest. I sucked her nipples, and I left a glistening trail down her belly with my tongue. She opened her legs to let my face in.

Zach put his hand on my shoulder. I looked up at him, his masculine face close to mine. "If you want her to cum," he said, "she likes it a certain way."

He explained briefly. I could relay this information, but I hope you'd like to find out for yourself. Let's say the description made my tongue all the more eager. I nibbled her thighs and made her laugh, then gently moan. She put her hands in my hair. I smelled her sweet excitement and couldn't wait another second. I licked her, eating up her cute cherry clit. The tip of my tongue probed slowly at first. Then faster. I held her soft, smooth thighs as they started to shake around me. I heard her cum. The sound of her voice during orgasm rang in my ears. A familiar sound—one I'd heard dozens of times at home with the lights dim and the vcr running. It struck me again just who I was with. I wanted to finger myself, but Zach was already there. Their instincts for pleasure were right on.

Part 4: Culmination

Sunset put me on my back. She moved away for a better view, watching like a scientist while Zach kissed my body all over. He was gentle, but never let me forget he was a strong man. My skin awakened again at the touch of his lips on my neck and shoulders. He oiled my clit and rubbed it so expertly I knew I'd cum. It's not easy for me with men, but he had a way of relaxing me even in this unfamiliar place. I looked at his wife again, then back at him. I don't know what came over me. Moments have a certain flow, but suddenly I had this unstoppable need to break it.

"Zach," I breathed. I felt shy, but I couldn't stop myself. "Zach, I want your cock in my mouth."

He obliged my impulse. He leaned back on the bed, sitting on his haunches. His cock stood tall in front of him, the object of my desire. I flipped around on my belly, taking his manhood in my eager hands and opening my mouth above the crown. I bathed him in warm breath and watched Sunset from the corner of my eye. Suddenly, I understood my whim. I knew they got off watching each other, and I'm confident in my oral capacities. It was like a fetish. I just had to suck him off in front of her, and in one swift move I wrapped my lips and tongue around him. He filled my mouth as I slid down his shaft, taking him pretty deep. He rubbed my back and shoulders. I fingered myself while I gave him head, and I licked him while I jerked him off until he came. After washing up, I wondered if I'd made some terrible mistake. There was nothing quite like the image of Zach's face when he reached climax—it's a picture set in my mind forever, hot and lurid yet somehow sublime. But I was a bundle of nerves. I still needed to cum. And Zach, the man with the prick that won't stop, gave me a look that told me, "Everything's ok, Sweet."

Zach took charge. More forceful now, he put me back on the bed and touched his prick to my slit. He felt that I was still wet and ready. He pushed inside in steady strokes, deeper each time. It had been a while since I had a man. I felt his slightest move and every contour of his cock, cleaving me and shaping me from the inside. He paid careful attention. I loved that he enjoyed himself, that his eyes were alert and so right-fucking-there. His hands were attentive, too, holding and squeezing and petting at all the right times, in all the right places. He pampered my neck, my shoulders and arms. Zach knows how to look good on camera; he also knows how to please a woman in private.

Before I came, he slipped his cock from me and slid his head down my body. His lips kissed my tingling clit and labia. He licked me, and finished me off. I'd come here as a journalist, looking for a story. Now I was just a mass of quaking flesh. When sex is done right, it's the great equalizer. Prime ministers and waitresses, prom queens and scientists—we all become a heaving bundle of delight. When it's good, we lose ourselves. I looked up and saw two faces smiling at me, and I didn't know who the fuck I was or why.

Ladies, when has that last happened to you?

Part 5: A Catch of Breath

I talked to Dennis about the Moonlite. I talked to the girls and heard some crazy-fun stories. The housemothers, Suzette and Phyllis, helped me with everything I needed, every concern I might have had. The chef always made hot meals for us, a long cry from the coffee, cigarette and ramen noodle diet I'd become accustomed to over the years. They catered to all the girls, kept us happy and at ease while I interviewed the ladies between their shifts. I'd start work as a prostitute in a few days, but I hardly had time to think about it. When I wasn't taking notes, they sent me to conventions. The first one was called Lifestyles, and I hopped into my POPsmear t-shirt to get the word out. I shared the limo ride there with Zach and Sunset, and I took the chance to ask some questions. I wanted to know a little more about Sunset and what she had in mind for the future.

"I plan to keep coming back to the Bunnyranch," she said. "And to stay in porn, until I'm tired of it. I'll keep doing it as long as it's fun. After that, I'll concentrate more on the club."

That would be Sunset's Fantasy, an upscale topless cabaret in Corpus Christi, Tex. Zach manages the club himself. They're a "hands-on" couple. And even in the limousine, this pair of newlyweds hardly kept their hands off each other. I knew they were swingers in private as well as on screen. I wondered how two people so into each other stayed happy, whether they had any rules or limits.

"Just that we're each other's first priority," Zach explained. "We put each other first, but we both see other people."

"I prefer it when Zach's girlfriends like me, too," Sunset said.

Currently, Zach has a girlfriend in Corpus Christi, and while Sunset isn't seeing anybody in particular, men lined up every night at the Moonlite and took numbers to see her.

"We're secure and love each other openly," Zach said. "Once you have that, exciting things can happen."

We soon entered Lifestyles at the beautiful Reno Hilton. I worked at a booth with Dennis Hof and his stunning girlfriend, Tara, impersonator Sasha Gabore, some gals from the Bunnyranch, Zach and Sunset. We handed out our house menus and keychains. Sunset signed free glossy photos for her fans, and we all met droves of interesting people. Of course, California's notorious Spectator Magazine was represented at our booth, featuring a cover story on Sunset. Other booths displayed the brochures and wares of countless sex industry clubs, clothiers and services. Notables included Liquid Latex, Whiplash! club and fetishwear, Fort Lauderdale's couples' nightspot Plato's Repeat and EroticArt of San Francisco. There was so much more, too much to list. But if you can imagine a large room full of fun, sexy, horny swingers dressed in latex, leather and lace; teasing and playing with each other, touching and exchanging phone numbers, you get some idea of how hot it felt in that convention hall. I hardly had a chance to catch my breath.

Part 6: "...an angel gets its wings."

"Every time the bell rings," the house madam explained, sounding not at all like Jimmy Stewart, "you should be ready for love."

So a bell would ring (or buzz, I suppose) whenever a customer came through the door. This was my first night on the job. The bell would be working overtime tonight. A convention of the CWMC (Cyber-WhoreMongers Club) had come to town, and they meant business. Their website tells a bit about them, and they post reviews of all the Nevada brothels and the ladies who make them famous. They discuss these matters at the Georgia Powers message board and info site, the place where I learned all I could about Nevada prostitution before I came here. I'd met some of the guys earlier at their picnic. Of course, everyone had come to town to see Sunset, but there were old friends and sorely missed courtesans, too. Some of the guys took pictures, and I squeezed myself into every shot I could, lifting my top if that was the only way I could get some attention. Much to everyone's delight, Dennis arrived, and he helped me relax and told me I'd do just fine tonight. Looking around, I knew I'd see a couple of these people again. At least, I hoped so.

Meanwhile, back at the ranch, Suzette and Phyllis explained things to me one more time. They clarified matters of safety and hygiene. They explained negotiation and the house cut. They'd already told me these things, but they wanted to make sure I knew exactly what I was doing. And besides, if I was talking and listening, they knew I'd have less chance to worry.

Well, maybe.

Our menu spells out our services, the most basic of which is a half-and-half. That's half oral, the lady performing for her man, and half intercourse, one position. But the menu also offers so much more. Lingerie shows, oil massage, dancing. There are acts of bondage and even an elaborate dungeon, as well as vibrator shows, Jacuzzi parties and a special menage a trois. Wives and girlfriends are welcome, and many come through the door. We have orgies, 69 parties and our own "Bunny Style" treat. The Moonlite slogan rings true in my ears: Not just sex—An adventure.

I'd seen the girls talking to the customers at the bar over soda, liquor or beer. Like at any bar, a lot of flirting goes on there. When a man is ready, a girl leads him by the hand to her own private room. That's where we negotiate the price. On a slow night (and there's not many) a guy can get laid pretty cheap if he's not very particular. But most men want something more than a cheap lay. They come to the Moonlite for the sexiest, best-trained girls around, and they come for the adventure and the experience of a lifetime. There are sweet, hometown girls here, and the popular, expert dominatrix of adult film, Goddess Gina. There's a full array of personalities and ethnicities, of special charms and talents. Any girl here can affordably and comfortably blow your mind, as long as you know what you want.

After the negotiation, the lady takes the money up front and performs a quick check of the customer. This is for safety and hygiene, but these ladies don't do it like any physician I've ever met! Usually, this "check" gets the guy hard. Condoms are always used, and used properly. Studies show that Nevada brothel sex is probably safer than sex with your husband (who's been driving past the high school on his way home from work lately) or your wife (hey, you told her to turn off Rosie O'Donnell and get her fat ass out of the house). The ladies are inspected regularly, a job few physicians can refuse.

Parties might last 20 minutes, while others go on for several hours. Whatever you like, babe.

I felt ready. All night, the place had been a buzz of sexual activity. I could feel it, almost taste it in the air. That bell kept ringing and ringing, keeping Sunset and the girls busy and happy. I anxiously dressed for the evening. I didn't realize it, but the last ring of the bell would be for me. When I entered the parlor, I saw a familiar face from the CWMC. He was at the bar talking to Dennis, who introduced us.

"We've met," one of us said, I forget which. The way he looked at me, I had a feeling I was about to earn my wings. The old-fashioned way.

Part 7: Work at the MLBR

His name was Gerry. He'd just gotten done partying with Sunset and confessed that he liked me, but was feeling pretty drained. I understood, and my disappointment probably showed. But Dennis, his mind always working and geared for killer business instincts, didn't miss a beat.

"A shame," he said. "It's her first night."

"She hasn't had a customer yet?"

Dennis casually explained I'd just started my shift, and he seemed about to change the subject when Gerry made clear his interest. I took him to my room and negotiated, patting Dennis' shoulder on the way. After I cashed in, I returned to my room. I had every reason to feel nervous. After all, he'd just finished a round with the hottest woman I'd ever met—a pro in every sense of the word. An impossible act to follow, but Gerry had his own uncertainties.

"I don't know how I'll perform," he said. "Sunset really took care of me."

"I think we'll do just fine," I said, surprising myself.

I had the condom at the tip of my tongue with the edge rolled in front of my teeth. I went down on him, sheathing his tip and rolling the condom down his shaft with my fingertips. I think Gerry surprised himself, too, because I had him hard in almost no time. I enjoyed going down on him, and I continued to do so until he made clear he was ready for a change. He wanted a closer look at my pussy. I obliged, but first covered myself with a barrier, something like a piece of plastic wrap. I've since traded this "female condom" for an antiseptic mouthwash the gentleman uses instead. They seem to prefer the real thing. Something about licking plastic just doesn't work for men if they can lick soft, pink flesh. Of course, I wouldn't know, I've never eaten plastic.

Gerry fucked me for something like half an hour. He seemed a little self-conscious of his fatigue, but I saw no problem at all. It wasn't until he came back the next night for a second round that I understood. Fully rested, Gerry was taking no prisoners, and he gave me one of the best parties of that weekend.

Three gentleman followed that first night. The parties ranged anywhere from 20 minutes to two hours, depending on the needs of the customer. Some men like to pay for an orgasm, straight and simple, and that's what they get. They leave happy. Others like something more special, and parties can switch gears from hot and heavy to quiet and intimate, then back again. You can't, and shouldn't, fake these things. I really started to understand the difference between a hooker and a courtesan. There are few women willing to lie on their backs and prostitute, but there are fewer ladies still who can understand the moment, and easily become it. My evening ended around sunrise. I wondered how I'd done. I wondered if the men had more than sex—if they had that adventure Dennis had promised. As with any job, I felt a certain sense of obligation. I have an old-fashioned work ethic. But this time, it was something more. After all, most of these people come out here no more than once or twice a year. For others, it was their first time in Nevada. They deserved to go home with good memories. I didn't have time to think for long. Exhausted, I crashed in my room, the smell of excitement still heavy around me.

The next day, I talked with Sunset and Zach and all the girls. No one talked business much. It was a time to relax and be ourselves. The Moonlite Bunnyranch is open 24 hours, but during the day we had a lot of opportunity to get to know each other. It's like a tight-knit family with Dennis at the helm, acting like the coolest dad you can imagine. Maybe this is what surprised me the most. I'd found some of the girls rather catty at the nightclubs I'd worked. They were competitive, sometimes to the point of rudeness. But it was friendly here, there's no room for bitchiness when you all live together. Besides, waking up in the morning and walking into a parlor full of gorgeous working gals in their sexiest attire...it's a little slice of heaven.

That night, a Saturday, I had five customers. All but one of them had come from the CWMC convention, and I recognized most of them. I really began to enjoy leading them back to my room one by one. I felt a little like the high school slut. It was a role I'd never played, too concerned about hard reality for a safe, fun time. But now I was paid to live the fantasy. I was expected to give the men a good time, and I liked it. I was thrilled to ask the gentlemen what they desired, listening to their pleasures spelled out for me like a Penthouse letter. Yeah, I liked all of that. And I was happy to see Gerry return. We had a lot of fun, and we even broke in a new toy I'd bought from the gift counter.

One of my more memorable experiences wasn't a straight sex party at all. The common notion is that men come to brothels to pound away until they cum, and then leave. That's not the case. If that's all a guy wanted, he'd probably take care of himself in the shower or the car ride over, and go and fetch a beer somewhere instead. When I met Larry at the bar, and his large brown eyes took me in with a smile, I knew he wanted something much sexier. We ended up having a long oil massage party. We took turns rubbing each other's glistening bodies while we talked about everything under the sun. Sometimes, I had him on his stomach while I sat on his butt and soothed his back and shoulders. Other times, he poured oil over my thighs and treated me to the hottest leg massage I ever had.

What followed was an invitation from one of the girls, a knockout with long red hair and green eyes. She asked me to join her and her customer in a girl-girl-guy party that lasted almost three hours. He got our undivided attention as we went down on him together, tongues fighting for his cock. A man of some stamina, he took me on top first, then my friend, then took me again missionary style. We had short breaks to watch a porn video in our room, but before I knew it, he was ready to go again. Fine, because so were we.

Part 8: The Beginning

Sunset left for home the next day. I hated to see her and Zach go. But a lot of guys had come from far and wide to get close to their favorite adult actress. So full of energy, I think she could've kept that schedule up for quite awhile more, but she and Zach follow William Blake's proverb that the most sublime act is to set another before you. There's work to do, not the least of which was checking back at their club. Still, I wished they could stay.

Of course, with Sunset gone, I didn't really have much reason to stick around. I had the interview wrapped. I'd been with Zach, I'd been with Sunset...I'd even tried my rather inexperienced hand as a courtesan. But you know, there were still plenty of guys in town from the CWMC. Some were even coming back that night. And the other girls—well, they were keeping busy, having as much fun as I'd ever seen women have. Besides, I still wanted to talk to some of the new arrivals; fresh girls come in all the time, including porn star Kathy Willets. And I still hadn't talked to Goddess Gina like I'd wanted... Well, I faced the facts. I just wanted to stay. I talked to Dennis, and he agreed to let me into the fold, so to speak. I'd work through the end of July. Then come back for August. Maybe even September...

I'd just begun to understand the feeling I'd associated with Sunset over a week ago. At the Moonlite Bunnyranch, I felt satisfied. But never quite sated.