Research: Ben Chused
Photography: Kareem Black

Our hopes for this story were sky high. We thought it�d be dirty, tawdry, sexy and lascivious. We paid for a guy to go do the research, and another to go and have sex with everyone in the family who was willing. For three days our man stayed in the Moonlite Bunnyranch�s �VIP Trailer,� ate three meals a day in a room full of hookers, drank beer at the bar, and watched the nervous and the bold choose their �dates� from the lineup. He even visited the prostitute�s home and the gift shop the grandmother owns, always running tape, and always looking for dirt.

The mother/daughter prostitution team was kept private for six months. But in the business of sexual fantasies, the day ends in dollar signs. There will always be more fantasies than can possibly be satisfied, and such a vaguely taboo yet generically appealing experience as the Mother/Daughter conquest is a commodity too valuable to leave unexploited. Lacy began working legally as a prostitute eight years ago as a way to cover some debts the family incurred in the aftermath of her extramarital affair. She and her husband would eventually divorce, but he then went on to marry Lacy�s sister and continued living in the house with his three children and Lacy�s mother. Before his death in 2000, their daughter Bianca had eloped to Phoenix after arguing with her father about her then-fianc�e. It wasn�t long before she returned to Reno, with her own marriage all but dissolved over allegations of abuse. After her 18th birthday, with few prospects and some careful consideration, Bianca asked mom to get her a job.

�It was my idea. Everybody was surprised. Nobody could believe it because it was so out of my nature. I really needed to start thinking about what I was going to do, and in order to get my own place and do all the things I needed to do� You can�t do that working a five-dollar-an-hour job. So I knew about it from mom, she told me it was safe and coached me. I told her I was really thinking about it, and then I was like, �What the hell, go for it. If I don�t like it, I don�t like it.��

As mother and daughter they would make the world�s oldest profession the family business, but don�t you dare call them �whores.� It may be what they are, but they don�t like the connotations. �First of all, I get paid. If I was a whore I wouldn�t get paid�for me it�s my business, it�s my work,� says Lacy. None of the other working girls will tell you differently; this is business. Whether it�s an elderly widower who wants nothing but some kisses and hugs ($250) or a desperate soul in need of someone to stomp his balls with high heels (a bargain at $300), desires have negotiable values.