Moonlite Bunny Ranch Hooker-House Hosts Owner Dennis Hof’s 70th Birthday Party XXX Prom Night-Themed Ho’ Down!!!

Ron Jeremy!!! Flavor Flav!!! Sunny Lane!!! Heidi Fleiss!!! Tony Clifton!!! AND MORE!!!

Prostitutes, Porn Stars, And "America's Number One Pimp" Throw Record “A Night Under The Stars” X-Rated Brothel Gash-Bash!!!

Text and Photos by Marc Medoff/Adult Press Service

Every night at the Moonlite Bunny Ranch (www.BunnyRanch.com) is guaranteed to be a wild one at America's undisputed most famous legal brothel in the world. So when it's owner, Pimpmaster General Dennis Hof throws a “Prom Night”-themed party to celebrate his 70th birthday and the ever-growing success of his Carson City, Nevada-based whorehouse, it really has to be something out of this XXX-world. And that it was as hundreds of XXX-types from all over the US and overseas converged on this desert sex spot for “A Night Under The Stars,” one of the hottest hardcore parties ever thrown at a palace of legal prostitutes, or anywhere else on the planet for that matter.

"When we put on a party, we don't fuck around," said "America's Number One Pimp," Hof, chomping on a big cigar in front of his Bunny Ranch sex oasis," Well, actually, change that, in fact, all we ever do is fuck around!" he laughs. And that ain't no lie. As scores of Hof's friends and their fellow pussy-lovers began pouring into this just-south-of-Reno X-retreat by cars, trains and planes, the aptly-dubbed "party of the year" was already living up to pre-get-together XXX-pectations--breaking all attendee records ever compiled for a state-sanctioned house-of-prostitution party.

Hosted by porno film legend Ron Jeremy, along with a slew of other celebs ranging from fellow on-screen fornicator Sunny Lane (who is working at the hooker-haven part-time these days) to Los Angeles Laker basketball team owner Johnny Buss, music legend Flavor Flav, ex-Hollywood madam Heidi Fleiss, entertainer Tony Clifton, and other top celebs, the event had been the talk of sex-oriented types all over the country from New York to LA and back for months, and with the babe-fest attracting a rarely-seen a cross-over crowd of professional entertainers from all sectors of the high-profile celebrity marketplace, the town's hotels, car rental services and restaurant reservations had been sold out long in advance.

The Bunny Ranch of course has already been media-immortalized for years now as the subject of the smash-hit HBO reality-TV series "Cathouse" featuring Hof, and his always-bulging band of Bunny gals who have been happily fucking their way to fame and fortune ever since. Big parties had also been part of Bunny Ranch lady lore now for some time, but in fact there have been less in prominence lately owing to so much time spent filming the HBO series, and Hof's constantly hectic travel and media appearance schedule. All adding even more fornicative-fuel to the partying-hardy fire that began infecting the Carson City area weeks before the date of the actual ho’-down.

As with almost all Bunny Ranch parties--and there have been a number of very memorable barn-burners over the years--they usually start very, very early,and end very, very late--sometimes up to several days late. Attendees often like to make a complete weekend of them. "Warned" by invitations that that "After-hours" parties would run until "Sun-up" many party-goers began arriving in the mid-week before, and stayed around until early the next week. "We love our friends and customers alike, we'd if happy if they never leave!" roars Hof--and he's not kidding. Early arriving partyers saw Thursday and Friday jam-packed with merry-making from dawn ‘till dusk with no one seeming to even pause for a second. But no energy was sapped when it came time for the center-piece event on Saturday, with the sexually-tinged shindig officially getting started at 7PM sharp over at The Bunny Ranch Bar and Cigar, a sprawling dinner, dance, and music nightclub also owned by Hof, just across the highway from the Bunny Ranch (and equally in-between the Bunny Ranch and Hof's other hooker-houses just a few yards away—the Love Ranch, Sagebrush, and Kit Kat). With the names of the hosting celebs being blared on a large rotating neon sign above the locale, the line of stretch limousines came rumbling down the local drag and never seemed to stop coming. As a group of paparazzi photogs blazed away the guys and gals tumbled out of their limos and posed and preened on the red carpet as the camera flashes lit up the night sky—the dudes in their tuxes, their date gals in their prom dresses. And before anyone could blink twice, the club was packed to the rafters, with the place rocking hard. With a live ongoing podcast with the SDR Show—Sex, Drugs, Rock & Roll Show—and mainstream radio star Panama wreaking good-natured havoc, more-well-knowners mingled freely with less-well-knowners as the buffet table groaned and the free booze flowed. But as always at the Bunny Ranch, the true stars were, as always the famous Bunny Girls, the incredible line-up of sexed-up hookers who make the Bunny Ranch the most magical place on earth.

Led by the legendary Air Force Amy, one of the Bunny Ranch's longest reigning in-house ho's, the Bunny Ranch girls were decked out like no others, dressed to the nines as the prom gals in the house. From the stunning blonde Caressa Kisses to the gorgeous Maddie Monroe, from the super-sexual Roxanne Price to the hot-as-hell Chanel, from the ever-hardcore Chase Logan, the Bunny Girls were everywhere, and were the constant hit of the party.

"Living and working at the Bunny Ranch is kind of like being at a party every day of the week," laughed brothel favorite Taylor Lee, a super-pretty babe who was tearing up the dance-floor to the sock hop sounds being spun out by a live DJ, "But this is really over the top, even for us, yeah!" she yelped. Indeed there was a lot of yelping going on as the high-school-tradition-style motif and atmosphere had everyone jumping around for one reason or another. The eating and drinking area was as filled with roaring partyers, as was the bar, dance and sitting locales. Meanwhile body-painters, caricature artists, and a photo-booth provided mirth and jolly for those roaming the spacious arena in search of laughs and merryment. And when it came time for the evening's program show to start, the raised stage at the far end of the venue was likewise surrounded and loaded--with dozens of Bunny girls taking part in a series of raucous and X-rated fashion shows, dance contests, strip-teases that had the entire party crowd up on it's feet and screeching their approval. Scores of semi-nude and nude Bunny Girls and even some female guests let it all hang out literally and figuratively as the hundreds watching and dancing cheered them on. The show went on for hours, and when over, only spilled over back onto the dance floor as the attendees kept things going until the wee hours, and even then, only pausing long enough to get back into their limos and ride over to the Bunny Ranch where the wingding continued unabated until the sun rose in the west.

And so, when it was all over, was the Birthday Boy, Dennis Hof, at least…tired? Nope!!! “Time to start planning for next year’s bash—at the Bunny Ranch, the party NEVER ENDS!!!”