(Chuck Muth) – Nevada’s legal brothels – like every other business in the state, especially service businesses – are experiencing challenges posed by the continued spread of the Wuhan Virus.
But unlike most other businesses, brothels already have extensive experience in minimizing health risks to their workers, their clients and the public.
“The women working in our ranches are already subjected to weekly health tests,” noted Suzette Cole, owner of four brothels in Lyon County and president of the Nevada Brothel Association PAC. “And our people have been fully trained to screen clients for potential health risks and take appropriate measures to protect everyone.”
“However,” she continued, “the coronavirus threat is far more serious than what we usually deal with, so we’ve taken a number of additional safety precautions at our properties that are in line with recommendations by the CDC (Centers for Disease Control) and other health care professionals.”
Among the additional steps detailed by Ms. Cole…
Regular staff memos and management reminders on good hygiene practices to all brothel workers, employees and patrons
Adding hand sanitizers to all entrances, exits and public areas
Enhanced deep-cleaning and sanitizing of high-contact surface areas – including restrooms, ATM machines, bar tops and door handles – every two hours
Suspension of all group staff meetings until further notice
Suspension of all group events, parties, social gatherings and celebrations until further notice
Reducing by half the number of bar stools to increase the space between customers
Implementing additional “social distancing” recommendations by the state’s Medical Advisory Team
Invoking an indoor smoking and vaping ban in all public areas, including the parlors and bars
Prohibiting clients and workers who have been overseas in the previous 14 days
Courteously and professionally asking patrons exhibiting signs of illness (coughing, fever or breathing difficulties) to come back at another time
Requiring independent contractors who are ill to return home or check into a hotel and self-quarantine until well
Sending employees home if sick and requiring a doctor’s note before being allowed to return to work
Encouraging “virtual happy hours” with clients and friends to maintain human connections and social interactions during this stressful period of time
Ms. Cole added that she is monitoring press reports and communicating regularly with medical professionals, first responders, law-enforcement and elected officials to keep up-to-date with developments.
“Health and safety is, and always has been, our primary concern,” she concluded. “We’ll continue be vigilant, caring and sensitive in order to safeguard our workers and clients and do our part to bring this national crisis to a close as quickly as possible.”
Mr. Muth is president of Citizen Outreach, a limited-government grassroots advocacy organization, and government affairs counsel to the Nevada Brothel Association. His views are his own.
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It’s true that professional sex workers, due to the nature of our business, have engaged in a very wide variety of erotic activities with many clients, male and female, gay, straight, and transgendered, and with people who range in age from 18 to 70+. Whatever activity a customer requests, as long as it is nonviolent and adheres to the strict standards of sexual safety we follow, like barrier methods involving condoms and latex gloves for manual stimulation, we will provide the utmost satisfaction.
Our range of client experiences is vast and often unusual. We’ve made love with people in their full-dress military uniforms (although they were wearing only the top halves). I once finger-banged a lady Marine who had fought in some of the world’s most dangerous places, and was bi-curious for a woman’s touch. I enjoyed helping her release her tension by stroking areas of her inner reaches that she never had known were so sensitive. I thanked her for her service by giving her several shaking orgasms. She was a sweetie, and I was glad to help her broaden her sexual tastes.
Some of us have had the fun of fucking Furries. (Say that five times fast!) Who, or what, are Furries? They’re people who like to dress up in oversized cartoon-animal costumes, like the ones you see sports team mascots wearing when they’re encouraging crowds to cheer. Their costumes have openings at the crotches, so that a male furry bear can penetrate a female furry squirrel’s pussy. I guess I’m one of the few courtesans who can say that I’ve been fucked by a man in a furry raccoon suit!
A cynical person might carp that your average courtesan has seen everything that the human sexual imagination has to offer. Nothing can be truly “new” to her, right? I disagree—there is infinite variety to be found throughout humanity. And if you like to fantasize like I do, the actual sex acts feel even more pleasurable.
Even courtesans who have had hundreds of lovers cross their sheets still engage in sex dreams. While we work to help keep the legend of our late founder, Dennis Hof, rolling along, we have personal goals like he did, and told us to seek, too. He taught us to save and invest the money you, our clients, so generously provide for our expert services. Some of us may want to open restaurants or hotels of our own, or car dealerships, or even build a real estate development. Some of the ladies think about where they’d like to travel for their next vacation.
As for me, I’d like to build a clientele numerous enough to enable me to afford to keep my own all-male harem in a big ranch house. Of course, I’d pay them very well, treat them beautifully, but they’d “belong” to me. What woman wouldn’t want to get home after a few days on her back grinding her hips to help multiple males spill their seed to be met at her front door by a naked, toned, pretty hunk o’ man holding a tray with a glass of Champagne freshly poured and bubbling? And his cock rising to salute her?
Behind him would be the rest of the gang, a diverse group of hotties of all colors and ages, all waiting to serve me. Two of them would gently help me out of my clothing and into my PJs, because I crave a refreshing nap after a work week of making the beast with two backs, as Shakespeare wrote of sex. Another would carry me to my sofa and lay me gently down on the deep, giving cushions. Yet another would slip off my socks and gently massage my feet to relax my body into slumber. While I slept, I’d dream of living the exciting life of Queen Cleopatra, who took as her lovers two of the most important men of the Roman world, the handsome young warrior and would-be emperor Marc Antony and the older, balding but still immensely powerful Julius Caesar.
When I awakened, the smell of good food cooking would be wafting in from the kitchen—among my hired hands would be those of an expert chef, of course. After being served a beautifully prepared and presented French meal, my servants would peel off my jammies and panty so that I could make my way to a warm bath waiting in my old-fashioned, deep clawfoot tub, where I’d soak up comfort as one of my house-men sat in a chair, reading poetry to me in a deep, mellifluous voice. Afterwards, two naked men would dry me off with plush, soft towels.
Then, I’d adjourn to my bedroom where, depending on my mood, I’d ask a couple of my guys to snuggle with me under the covers, or have a man fire up my electric wand massager and trace it lightly over my body—just about a quarter-inch above my skin so the vibrations feel teasing and exquisite, halting at the split of my cunny and circling the massager around my mound of Venus until Venus is singing with fiery pleasure.
Either from the warm presence of my snuggle-bunnies or the stimulation of the magic wand, I’d be soaking wet between my legs and horny again although I’d been working hard fucking all week. (We courtesans have great powers of recovery.) I’d dismiss the wand-wielder with a soft kiss, and instruct the two men to glove up their stiff dicks, cover the condoms with my favorite fruity edible lubricant, and present themselves for a double BJ-at-my-bedside, one cock per hand. Then I’d suck their socks off, getting myself even wetter, leaving a fragrant spot of dampness on the sheet where I sat.
After I satisfied myself that those two cocksmen were ready for sex, I’d go into full command mode, ordering them to freshen up the lube on their spears. “You,” I’d say to the first, “lay down on your back, and hold up that meat for me to mount.” And I’d climb aboard him, thrilling at the sensation of his firm flesh uniting with mine. Then I’d snap my fingers at the one waiting. “Get behind me, and stick that thing up my ass!” I’d demand. Oh, yeah, double penetration—double the fun. When a girl has got one cock in her puss, and then feels another one sliding up her bum, you can imagine her eyes rolling back in her head from the overwhelming ecstasy. (Mine do.) I like my lovers to get as noisy as possible during sex because I delight in the lion-like grunts and groans and roars men make as they near climax. When their hardness breaks and they gasp as they fill those rubbers with white lightning, I’m in Heaven. (Those magnificent roaring orgasms would be only one of the perks of working for me. And I would tip well too!)
In my personal frat house, every man would have his own luxury room equipped with exercise equipment and private bath. Of course, part of the deal would be that if the boss, she being me, should mosey into one of those private bathrooms while one of my personal fuckboys is taking a shower, and wants to wash his cock and hairy balls, then soap up his shaft and stroke out some warm jets of cum, that’s my prerogative. And part of the job description.
I don’t know how many guys I’d keep as lovers—maybe eight or 10. With that many men, several would always be ready to get it up for Mama or to populate a midnight fuck party. A lot of girls have daydreamed about having cock on call. I would simply be reversing the roles that have defined men’s and women’s relationships. An in-house dick squadron would answer to my needs and wants—and cook and clean and shop, too! During my working times, I do my best to give my clients the pleasure and satisfaction they deserve. But at home, I’d be getting the personal attention I deserve. To paraphrase the great Mae West, who would invite groups of bodybuilders to her home for discreet sex parties, “A few men in the house is worth two in the street!”
Would you—or you and some of your buddies—like to help me realize my fantasy? I’m always available to audition new talent.
Charming and beautiful, Remy Martin from Dennis Hof's BunnyRanch is the loyal, respectful, and highly erotic woman of your fantasies. Remy adores traveling, sailing, swimming, dancing, and cooking -- let her fix you something succulent to eat during your time together.
There are a lot of things we don’t like to talk about. Sex, sexuality and the experiences that can change or affect our relationship with intimacy are all on top of the list. These subjects are taboo for both men and women. This can often lead to anxiety when discussing past experiences with a partner and can also lead to stunted sex lives or even end sexual exploration- especially when the change is rooted in a sexual trauma.
Both men and women can be hesitant or even fearful about discussing sexual violence and trauma. This fear of judgement, repercussions or rejection from a partner can leave a person uncertain about their sexuality.
That sounds really depressing and bleak doesn’t it?
Luckily, the fix might not be easy, but it is achievable and is far from impossible. My grandpa used to say anything worth having is worth working for and I personally think a healthy sex life is very much worth working for.
Like many things the beginning can be the most intimidating. We ask ourselves questions like, will my partner still care about me, will the provider I’m seeing be understanding, am I the only one that’s gone through this?
If you’re a man or a woman or someone outside the gender binary you are not the only person who has experienced sexual trauma, you are not the only person who has had to navigate this, you are not the only person to heal. You are not the only person to go through this, it’s okay to be challenged! Doing something as simple as reading this blog post is already reclaiming power in yourself. You have made the first (and often scariest) step into having the sexual future you want to have- and it’s closer than you might think.
The second step is taking a realistic look at your goals and where you are at right now. What do you want your sexual future to look like? The answer is different for everyone. For some folks they may want to process trauma through BDSM exploration, some may want to be able to be intimate with many partners and jump into hook-up culture, some may want to get to the point that when they find their soulmate they can go forward with no reservations.
All of those are valid goals.
As a sex worker, I obviously advocate for going to professional providers as an amazing option for navigating sexual trauma. I see clients from all walks of life and all sorts of sexual histories from virgins, to trauma survivors to BDSM practitioners and so much more. However, finding a provider who can give trauma informed services can be difficult.
I’m here to help make that path a little easier.
As we already said the first step is being honest with yourself and your goals. The second step is communicating those to a provider. What does that even look like?
It’s actually much simpler than you may think.
You’ve decided this is something you want to put the work into, you’ve read providers’ websites, profiles, etc. You know how to contact her, you know what you want and need out of the experience. What comes next?
You send that first email, or you even go to send it, but you are staring at a blank information form and you have no idea what to say. Do you want to unpack your trauma over an email to a stranger? What if she responds in a very negative way?
These are super valid and very real questions. They also bring a lot of anxiety that can stop you from sending that email.
Two things- one; your provider can give you better care and service when they have as much information as you’re comfortable giving. The more information, the better service. Two; you have every right to share as much or as little information as you want. However to refer back to point one it can affect the service you receive.
So where is the middle ground? Where is the way for you to only share what you’re comfortable sharing while receiving the best service you can get?
The answer is that first email. Ask your provider if they have experience with clients with a traumatic sexual history, ask if they have any special training with trauma informed service.
A sample message may read something like this-
Hello (providers name)
I saw your profile and I’d love to set an appointment with you. However, I do have a few questions first. I’m new to talking about this but the reason I’m seeking a provider is I had a traumatic experience with sex that I want to work through. I was wondering do you have any experience or special training with sexual trauma? I’m seeking a professional who can understand and help me navigate my relationship with sex.
Regards,
(Your name here)
Isn’t that less intimidating than you thought it would be? The initial message doesn’t have to unpack all of your experiences. You are just searching for a provider who has this experience right now. If the provider responds and tells you yes, they have this experience, and these are their qualifications you can dive into your goals and give the provider the information you feel comfortable sharing.
The path to sexual confidence after trauma starts with an honest conversation with yourself and an email. Two steps to creating the future you want.
I am Currently a Sagebrush Ranch Starlet.
We all have secrets and desires we want to share. Those little things we need in our lives that we haven’t quite found yet. We all want to touch, taste, feel and see all the world has to offer. Sadly, we are often limited in what we can explore in ourselves and others. Luckily all those taboos and limitations fall away when you enter my room. Secrets become shared experiences and every desire is chased after to completion.
Endless surveys have
shown that people daydream about sex for several hours each day. Often the
fantasies involve taking total sexual possession of someone at your job, or in
your class at college, or even your best friend’s spouse. When you allow
yourself complete freedom of imagination to contemplate coupling with anyone
who catches your fancy, you can picture yourself doing anything you want with
anyone you desire, with no real-world consequences because it’s all in your
mind.
Do you have a boss,
male or female, with a smart-ass attitude, who typically gives you instructions
on a project, then changes them arbitrarily or capriciously, and tries to blame
you for distracting him or her when you know you’re being mind-fucked and
abused? Maybe you’ve gone to sleep and dreamed of catching such a supervisor
alone in his or her office at the end of the day when everyone else has gone
home. You close the office door for privacy and tell, no, command your boss to come out from behind that desk. If your boss
is a man and you’re a woman, you’re no longer the meek, compliant employee; now
you are in charge. “Unzip your pants and pull out your cock, now,” you snarl with authority and
confidence. Your reversal of roles causes the boss to pop a rod that’s
impressively massive. You always knew your boss was a dick, but his real dick
is a big one. He starts to say something, but you quickly put a finger to your
lips and snap “Shut up and do as I say!” You flop down in the leather-covered
chair behind the desk, telling Bosso to stand beside you.
You wrap your fingers
around his schlong and lock eyes with him. “I am going to jerk you off until
you shoot all over the fucking paperwork on this desk,” you instruct. Then you start
stroking his nasty knob very slowly, but with a firm grip, stretching the skin
of his shaft until it’s taut. You’re determined to make this jack-off last
achingly long. You’re loving the control you’re exerting over the situation.
You gradually increase the speed of your stroking until the head of his cock is
purple and straining to cum. He begs you to let him ejaculate, but you make him
wait and wait until he’s nearly crying for relief. Then you point his cock over
the desktop. The cum pours out of him, stream after gushing stream, because
this is a sex dream and things are more exaggerated than real time. “Uh, uuuhhh!” is all your daytime master can
muster as his man-milk soaks all the folders, reports, and letters strewn
across the desk.
When you wake up the
next morning, you’re filled with flaming confidence. Although your adventure
with Mr. Big Dick was only a dream, you know your relationship will never be
the same. No matter how he acts in the future, you’ll always have your secret
fantasy of having milked his cock until it spewed all over his desk. Every time
you meet with him now, you visualize all that white sticky stuff on that desk. Best
of all, your greatly increased sense of self-respect permanently changes your
working relationship so that the former bully-boy boss stops making you a
target of his manipulation because he knows you’re a woman he can no longer
dominate.
Now let’s say you’re a
guy who has a snippy bitch for a boss, but one with a body that won’t quit: a
tight, rounded, gym-firmed fanny; pert tits; legs toned and long-muscled from
jogging; hair that is as dark as her eyes are blue, with pinpoint pupils that
make her eyes look otherworldly. She treats all her workers with such contempt
that the secret nickname she’s been given among the staff is “Dom.” This is a
woman that you think needs to be fucked and tamed.
When you go to bed that
night, the last thoughts you have as you drift into slumber are fantasies about
this woman. The next thing you know, you’re in dreamland, and the setting is a
luxury hotel where you and your boss and other staffers are staying on a
business trip. It’s late at night, and you should be crawling under the covers
in your room because you’ve had such a long day of client meetings. But,
typical of her, your boss calls your room and orders you to come to hers so you
both can discuss the day’s events. You’re exhausted, but you go before you must.
You’re startled when
she opens the door after you knock. She’s standing there wearing nothing but a
negligee. Vaguely, you think to yourself, “This can’t be real,” and, of course,
it isn’t; it’s a dream. And in a dream, the impossible becomes possible.
You look up and down at
her, and instantly your exhaustion fades and your excitement builds. She’s
saying something about business, but fuck that, you’re not listening. You
observe the sharp points of her nipples pressing against the bra of her
sleepwear—“fuck-her wear” is what you think. She keeps yammering, but you give
her a hard look and say something you never would in real life: “Shut up,
Sonia. First, I’m going to kiss you and grab your ass, then I’m going to stick
my dick in your pussy. Got it?”
Once again, the roles
are reversed. Sonia goes silent, obeying you, turning her head upward to
receive your kiss. You draw her close, planting your mouth on hers, sticking
your tongues wrapping around each other. You reach around, slipping your hands
inside her panties, cupping her buttocks and squeezing them tight. This causes
her to press her pussy area against your hardening cock-bulge. She is
surrendering herself to you.
“Get up on that bed and
assume the position,” you say, wondering whether she’ll lay on her back or get
up on all fours. She chooses doggie style. You take a condom that’s sitting in
a foil wrapper on the bedside table—things like that always appear magically in
dreams—tear it open and apply it to your cock. (Again, this being a dream, your
pants and underwear have disappeared, leaving your rock-hard member standing
erect.)
You get up behind Sonia
on the bed, tearing the crotch of her panties wide open, which causes her to
gasp in surprise and eager anticipation. Her pussy is swollen and ready to be
penetrated. Her pubic hair is thick and as dark as her hair; the carpet matches
the drapes, as they say. You know she’s wet because you can smell her moist
girl-scent, and a two-finger probe of her vagina confirms she’s slick and ready
and elicits a deep moan from her lovely swanlike throat. “Please, please put it in me,” she asks. “I can’t
wait any longer.” And that’s what you do: slide your torpedo deep inside her
tube, feeling her pussy hair softly rustling against the base of your meat
stick. “You’re gonna get fucked like this every time you keep me late for
overtime, boss lady,” you growl. Then you stop, aware that you would never say
such a thing to your superior—but then, you’d never be balls-deep inside her
sugar walls, either. “I must be dreaming,” you realize, and bingo, you’re now
doing lucid dreaming. But the muscles of Sonia’s pussy hold your dick in a
tight, palpable grip, and soon you’re filling Sonia with cum (contained in the
condom). When you wake up, you feel as depleted as if you really had fucked
your lady boss.
Lucid dreaming is the
best kind. You’re aware that you’re in an alternate universe where you can fly
at greet speed or just hover a thousand feet in the air; jump off a cliff and
float to earth without a parachute; walk through walls; and ask any dream
figure that appears what it means in your subconscious mind, and it must
answer. And, heh heh, you can fuck anyone from your waking life without
consequences, because everything that occurs is all in your mind. (Too bad that
teenage boys—and girls—can’t yet be taught to dream lucidly. Millions of girls
could, in their dreams, ride the cocks of any guys they secretly desired without
getting a “bad” reputation. And millions of boys could forego sore hands and
raw penises from daily masturbation while their hormones raged. They could look
forward to meeting and screwing the cheerleaders of their dirtiest dreams in
their dreams. They could fuck as many pussies as they wanted, spurt in them
time after time, and not wake up with cum-dampened underpants.)
I am here to make your wildest dreams come true. Let me be your creative power in planning and carrying out your wettest dreams. Maybe I can act the part of the mysterious spirit girl who awakens you with a sudden blow job? Maybe you want to dream of finding yourself blindfolded and naked in a strange place, where you hear a woman’s soft steps entering the room, then feel your cock being mounted by a girl who uses your tool to fuck herself silly to orgasm. Let me be your weaver of dirty dreams.
I am Cumisha Amado, Adult Film Star featured in over 300 Adult Films and various Men’s Magazines: Playboy Int’l, Oriental Dolls, Penthouse Int’l etc. I’ve produced a Series of Swingers Videos: American Connection 1- 3 and a Featured Film.
I am a graduate of San Francisco State as a Registered Nurse (OB/GYN) and had 2 scholarships to Julliard School of Music for Piano in Classical Music. I speak English, Some Spanish, Tagalog, Elocano, little French. My special talents and skills: Was a Registered Nurse, Love giving massages, I accommodate to everybody’s fantasies and needs especially the Handicap and Couples. I will negotiate to whatever budget the Clients feels appropriate to their needs or Fantasies.
I aim to please and make the Client satisfied. I very open-minded, outgoing, smart, sensual, romantic, Bi-Sexual, and love to make a person feel “Special”. I also love Fetishes and B&D.
Spontaneity is the soul of sexual passion. Of course, erotic anticipation—watchful waiting for just the right moment to caress your naked lover’s bare shoulder or hair or to teasingly pinch her nipples with both hands from behind to indicate that you’re ready to unite physically—has its advocates too. Some folks like to “go slow and savor,” but others let their inhibitions go and just jump right into the physical act of love.
Some men like to be coaxed into horniness gradually. They’ll sit with me at the bar, sipping drinks and casually chatting about what’s happened since we last met. We let the liquor warm us up, and at a certain point, we head for my room to negotiate our sexual business.
Other clients are so eager to enter me that when I know they’re scheduled to meet with me that day, I have my sexual aids lined up on the bedside table before our appointments: an electric wand vibrator; assorted sex toys; a tube or bottle of edible, sweet-tasting lubricant; a box of latex gloves, and a selection of condoms. I need to be able to grab these items and get right to work because I know that my guy will pop a stiff, straining erection in my face as soon as I sit down on the bed in front of him. As soon as we’ve closed the door, we rapidly disrobe, dropping our clothes into a commingled pile on the floor because my stallion is snorting and stomping and he wants to mate, now.
I’ve nicknamed these men my “fighter pilots” because they like to come in hot and fast. No matter how far they’ve driven to be with me, they arrive charged-up and ready to go, and I have to be ready for their barely controlled randiness.
I’ve elevated one of my customers to the status of “jet pilot” because he arrives in such a hot-and-bothered state that he needs immediate relief. When we get to my room, he tears off his jeans and boxers, his hard-on thick and rigid with blood. As quick as I can, I glove up his cock with a condom, squirt lube on it, spread it around, then get a dildo, stretch a condom over it, and lube it generously also. He’s my jet jockey because he craves prostate stimulation with a special kind of “joystick” while I suck or jack him off. I shove that lubed, gloved-up dildo up his ass and work it in and out while I pleasure him orally or manually. After only a few minutes, he shoots off a flood of cum, howling like a man just released from prison after a year without pussy. His whole body shakes. It’s something to see.
But he’s far from finished. His first explosion is just to take the edge off. After he blows his first load, I carefully remove and discard the used condom, cleansing his cock with a washcloth soaked with warm water and soft, creamy soap. Then I hand him a latex glove, cover his fingertips with lube, lay down on my back and open my legs. While we wait for his cock to rest and recover, he finger-fucks me deeply and skillfully, causing my vaginal canal to lengthen and ready herself to receive his dick. He usually brings the vibrator into the action, buzzing my clitty while he digitally drives my cunny crazy. He plunges those long fingers into me like a man possessed. The legendary crossover star of adult and Hollywood films, Nina Hartley, says that in order to truly please a woman, “You’ve got to loooove the pussy.” And he does. He works so fast he’s got me gasping in only a short time.
He’s so good at fingering me that it doesn’t take me long to have my first climax, then another. The sound of a woman reaching orgasm has its effect: His cock snaps to attention again, and I need to reapply a condom—maybe one with stimulation ribs this time—lube it up, and get myself into doggie position on the bed because he’ll use his gloved fingers to spread my pussy lips open, take aim, and plunge that rod as deep inside me as he can. Then he’ll grab my hips and ram that man-meat into me so powerfully that we can hear my oval orifice making the kind of wet, sucking sounds that signal my nearly overwhelming excitement. Faster and faster he strokes, and when he finally spurts I can feel his powerful pulsations because his whole shaft vibrates. Some men really know how to work a pussy, and my jet pilot leaves us both shattered and satisfied. (I really love my work!)
One of the best episodes of surprise sex didn’t happen to me but to two friends of mine who made a little sexual history at the college where they met. The guy was a drummer in a rock band playing the college pub, the girl his lover.
The band took its second break of the evening, and the drummer and his lady went downstairs, where they entered the campus newspaper office (the drummer was also the editor of the newspaper). They locked the door behind them and sat down on a long couch to talk. After a couple minutes, the girl said, “I’m bored. I think we need to fuck.” The drummer obviously agreed, as he rose from the couch, unzipped his pants, and whipped out his instantly hard cock, and turned to bring it to her waiting mouth. She sucked him lovingly for a while, actually only about two minutes because he couldn’t wait to fuck. She pulled her jeans and panties to her knees, knelt on the couch, and her drummer penetrated her slick kitty and laid down a steady rhythm that had them rocking and rolling until they came together. Apparently, they had lost track of the time, because just as they finished, the music started up again upstairs in the pub.
The couple quickly redressed and hurried upstairs. As they entered the pub, about 100 people applauded them for their sexual audacity. Apparently, everyone had guessed what they had been up to downstairs. (The band had two drummers, so a friend attending the show, also a drummer, sat in on lover boy’s kit when he didn’t return on time from break.) The story made the rounds on campus for weeks, and many people stopped by the newspaper office to see “the sex couch.”
Got a story about an experience with surprise sex that you’d like to re-create with my help? Come Visit me at The World Famous Moonlite Bunny Ranch or Send me an email at [email protected] and let’s book some surprising fun!
I love to laugh, I love to make people laugh, and I’m very down to earth. I’m originally an East Coast girl. I’ve been all over the United States, the Caribbean, and even Argentina. There are more places I want to visit so I always have my passport ready! I love living in NV most of all and am so happy to be much more available for an adventure with you! I have a degree in Forensic Psychology with concentrations in Neuroscience. I speak a few languages but not fluently. It’s respectful to show an interest in other people’s languages and cultures. I also have a geeky/nerdy playful side. I like comics, games, and dressing up as characters. I also like sports like baseball. I like the Mets and Red Socks, but my family likes the Yankee’s, which keeps it fun and interesting. I knit and crochet taught by my grandma, I love doing yoga, dance, and some martial art forms since childhood. I would love to show you some yoga positions and dance forms! I like to go camping and enjoy the outdoors with my Jeep Wrangler and I can’t wait to drive around Nevada more and go exploring with some company.
Hi my name is Juniper Jones and I’m a legal sex worker at one of the brothels in Lyon County. Here is my story.
At a very young age I was fairly successful. I was the first student in 40 years in my county to skip eighth grade and go directly into high school honors. I worked very hard in school. I scored a 2,140 on my SATs. That in combination with my extracurricular activities got me into basically every college that I applied for.
I wound up choosing the one that was closest to my grandmother’s house in Southern California and I spent two years there before I got an offer from a large sales company up in the Seattle area. I was a youngest person in the history of that company we ever hired for that position. And I was actually the youngest person to ever be hired for my position in the following company when I got offered more money.
By the time that I was 21 I was making more than both of my parents income combined annually – almost double. Which was insane for me because I did not grow up in a family with a lot of opportunities. So it was a large accomplishment of mine and one that I’m still proud of to this day.
I worked a ton. I was on the fast track to management. I wound up becoming a manager a lot faster than I think even my company anticipated. And I worked all the time. I worked probably about 70 to 90 hours a week while going to school full-time – which, when I think about it now, I don’t even know how I slept. Or if I even slept. Kind of all blur to me at this point.
Because of how aggressively demanding my job was I started to develop a series of health issues and I started to get really sick. To be honest I needed a change in my career. I needed to find something that was going to be a lot more freeing and a lot less detrimental to my health.
I now have time to call my mom. I have the freedom to be able to build my own business; build my own career. Sleep at night – which is a really big thing for me. And to be honest, I don’t know where I’d be without the brothels. I don’t even know if I’d still be here.
My name is Juniper and I am thrilled to be one of the newest additions to the northern Love Ranch. I recently moved to Nevada after spending a few months backpacking along the coast and taking care of my grandmother in Los Angeles. When I’m not having fun at the ranch, I go to school for cartoon and stop motion animation.
Thank you all in advance for reading my post, I want to introduce myself as we have not yet met. After you are done reading this post you will know me well.
I am not one to go out and publicly speak, I tend to concentrate on managing our business’s instead. But, I did want to come forward on this subject instead of answering a question or stating something here and there.It took me a while to gather up the history and facts about the Lyon County brothels and have posted this letter in multiple social media platforms to better educate the public on how the brothels work and what the procedures are. No one has better knowledge on this subject than myself, after all, I am the general manager of all the Lyon County brothels and have been since Feb. 1993. I understand you are already aware of some of the items but maybe some items you are not aware of that I would like to share.
I have listed a little of the history and facts of the brothels because I am sure that the general public is unaware of where it all started.
History of Lyon County Brothels
1955 Moonlight Ranch
1970 Starlight Ranch and is moved and renamed Miss Kitty’s Guest Ranch
1971 Prostitution became legal
1992 Dennis Hof purchases Moonlight and becomes The Moonlight BunnyRanch
1996 Dennis Hof purchases Miss Kitty’s Guest Ranch
2013 Dennis Hof purchases SageBrush Ranch
2016 Dennis Hof opens Kit Kat Ranch
Please refer to Lyon County Business and License regulations to be able to own and have a brothel license.
Not everyone who applies can get one. It’s an extensive federal background check.
1992 Sheriff Sid Smith approves Dennis Hof to have a brothel license.
2011 Sheriff Allen Veil approves Suzette Cole to be on all Lyon County brothels licenses after reviewing extensive back ground check. Investigation reporting fees are $4,000 paid by submitted.
License and Business fees that are paid Annually
Business Licenses $356,000
Room and board tax $12,000
Silver Springs medical Center $26,000
Over $50,000 for licenses for employees and working girls
Employees and Working girls who live in Lyon County pay personal taxes.
Statement from Jeff Page, Lyon County Executive
June 2010 to present
“Brothels don’t pay business taxes, but contribute nearly $500,000 in other fees to the county which goes toward paying the county fleet of vehicles. With only 52,000 residents, the county would be hard pressed to make up that revenue if the brothels were banned. From a financial perspective, it means it has to come from someplace else.”
That place would be coming from the Lyon County citizen’s pockets.
Some have stated that we are only 1% of the yearly budget, this is just not true.The yearly budget is 30 million, but first all mandatory bills and expenses have to be paid out of that budget.For instance, all county employee’s salaries and county expensesetc;have to come right off the top.Then after those are paid thats when our feesthat we pay in are factored and it’s more like 30 % of the left over budget.
Sheriff Sid Smith and Sheriff Allen Veil neither had an issue with the brothels in Lyon County. Is it to be said that Sheriff Smith, Sheriff Veil and the previous sheriffs did not know what was best for their county? Seems people are trying to force their religion upon others. I believe in freedom of speech and the freedom of religion.
Lyon County Brothels are the biggest donators in the County
Animal parks
Food banks
Sheriff’s ARK program
Boys and girls club
High School
Toys for Tots
Personal hardships and numerous others.
We always have had a donation box in the foyers of all our ranches to give back to the community. Over the years it has added up into tens of thousands of dollars.
Please refer to Lyon County Legal Prostitution Fees and Requirements for a legal prostitute to get her license, She first has to have a
Hepatitis test, which is done once a year.
HIV and Syphilis tests, which are done once a month
Chlamydia and gonorrhea tests, which are done once a week.
All these fees are paid for by the working girl, that goes into hundreds of thousands of dollars a year which are handled through the Silver Springs Renown Medical Center on top of the $26K that we pay towards every year. That keeps the medical center open for all the Lyon County citizens to be able to visit.
After the lab tests has come back with negative results, the working girl goes to the sheriff’s station and fills out an application.
Lyon County has the strictest rules out of all the counties in Nevada to be able to obtain a sheriff’s card. It is easier to become a Lyon County Deputy than it is to become a legal prostitute.
And more importantly, there has NEVER EVER been a case of HIV positive in the history of legalized prostitution and you cannot say that about any other profession in the United States. Lyon County has been doing it right by legalizing it and regulating it.
I have never in the 26 years of working in the brothels have never tried to recruit a lady to work here. They all have contacted us. I receive over 1,500 emails a month from ladies who want to work. The ladies are never held against their will. They can come and go as they please. They are never asked to do something that they don’t want to on any level.
Current history and facts in Las Vegas, NV on Illegal prostitution.
More than 3,000 active pimps and over 32,000 girls come to Las Vegas to be in illegal prostitution.
300 girls under the age of 16 that are being trafficking all the time.
Sexually transmitted diseases as HIV are the highest in Las Vegas than any other city.
Unsafe for customers and girls who are in illegal prostitution. Rapes, trafficking, scams, theft, drugs and of course, murder.
IF the brothels are banned, those numbers will surely go up.
Brief Summary of Dennis Hof
Born in Arizona in 1947, he comes from a hard working lower class family. His mother worked in the school cafeterias and his father was a mail man. Dennis always had worked all his life for the better life.
He has worked and purchased many gas stations in the Arizona, Lake Tahoe and Reno areas. He became involved with the time share condo business and saved up enough money to purchase the Moonlight BunnyRanch. A legal business in which he saw could make it a better place.
You can read all about his life in his autobiography, The Art of a Pimp. A no holds bar about his life. What you see what you get. He has no secrets. He has made himself a self made millionaire by being the media genius with his unique business sense.
Brief Summary of Suzette Cole
Born in Oakland 1955, moved to Lake Tahoe in the late fifties. She was always in business with her family and had a business sense and worked well with others. Worked as a cocktail waitress at Harrah’s Lake Tahoe for several years in the mid eighties and was top trainer and spokes person for the new hires for the entire human resource dept.
Moved to Carson City from Lake Tahoe. In Feb 1993, answered a little ad in the newspaper stated hostess wanted. Curiously she applied and started as a hostess, bartender, cashier, asst. manager and general manger to present, opening up all of Dennis’s brothels over the years.
The Banning of Lyon County Brothels
Every once in a while we have a few people who want the brothels gone. But this time, it has been politically targeted personally towards Dennis Hof.
First off, the “No little girl “ committee is based out of Reno. Why are they not targeting the Mustang Ranch? Because they said themselves, they want Dennis Hof out of business. They say no local big businesses want to be in the same county. What about Telsa next to Mustang Ranch? On their website, they have faq’s.They made up the questions, then they made up the answers. If they were to ask me the same questions, they would get different answers.They are talking about illegal prostitution.You can not compare the illegal and legal prostitution.It is apples and oranges.
The ladies, employees, and all the people in Lyon County have their own religion. One religion is not better than another. But most importantly, they all come from the same core belief, Do good, be good within our hearts.
There’s a reason why The County Commissioners are in position. They get all the facts then they vote to make the right decision. The public does not have all the facts and are not educated enough to be able to make that decision. What happens when the public wants to out law guns? Liquor, gaming, whats next, the color that you wear? Are they going to vote that people can’t wear black after 8pm? What about religion and race? Is that next that it has to be a certain religion or race to be able to live in Lyon County? That appears to be the route that this is going.
People make statements that just are not true about legal prostitution and others automatically believe what they hear.
For instance there is a girl named Rebekah Charleston who is working with No little Girl, and I have no idea who she is. I personally not ever seen her before and do not recall her working with us. I have had our accounting department run her name and nothing comes up. If she did come out here it was not long enough to receive a tax form.
Another is a person named Deanne Holliday.She is a disgruntled former employee who has been spreading lies about us and the brothels for years. People say something and people automatically believe that it is gospel.
If it goes on the ballot, and if the brothels are shut down, they take it out of the commissioner’s hands, they have to wait until the next vote goes back on the ballot on the following year. And the Commissioner’s hands are tied even to vote on the smallest issue.Which doesn’t make too much sense.Especially, when it might be an urgent situation that has to be resolved quickly.
We employ over 550 independent contractors every year and over 125 employees. They are dependent on their jobs to take care of themselves and their families. We have employees that have been with us over 15 years and longer. We do business with the local businesses in Lyon County because we want to keep it in the community.
“No little Girl” states, the prostitutes will just go home. No, they won’t, the ladies will go out on the streets and get caught up in the illegal side of prostitution. That’s why the girls come here to the brothels in the first place, to try and do the right thing and be legal. Prostitution is the oldest profession and it will not go away, this is why Lyon County legalized it so that way it can be regulated and keep it under control.
The Working Girls are here to make a better life for themselves, their children and their families. They are going to school, getting Masters Degrees, buying homes, putting their children through school, taking care of their families. How and Why do I know this? Because it has been my life, my whole life for the last 26 years. I do not have a husband or a boyfriend. I have no children, these girls are my children and family. I work hard and I keep a tight ship. I do not have a record or issues with the Law, not even a parking ticket. I respect the law and live a clean life. I do not drink, smoke and have a zero tolerance on all drugs. The ladies respect me as their Mother, because in a way I am their mother and do not pass any judgment upon them. I do not allow excess drinking and any drug of any kind is intolerable, even marijuana. I do not allow on the property among the girls and clients. They are not even allowed to cuss in the parlor, this includes the clients as well. I do not let things get out of control because I am always in control of it in the first place.
I have never let a girl work that did not have a sheriff’s card or was not cleared from the doctor first. I would never put our brothel licenses in jeopardy. And yes, we have to coordinate the doctor visits with the lab results and with the sheriffs station. And if one doesn’t come through, they will have to wait. The ladies come from all over the country, sometimes they fly in and have to wait until they are cleared. This can sometimes up to a week if something falls thru the cracks. These are good girls, they have all passed the federal background check and have no diseases.
We check ID’s of all our customers to ensure they are of legal age to walk inside and also to drink, this is true for the ladies as well.
Sadly, people tend to be hypocrites. They go on dates, they have dinner, give flowers and then have sex after their date. That seems to be ok in people’s eyes but when the almighty dollar is exchanged, all of a sudden its bad. Lyon County has been doing it right since 1971 when they took it out of the criminal’s hands and put it into a highly regulated industry.
I have meetings called Tea Parties every week with the Ladies, where we bring in business people to help them succeed; bankers, insurance, accounting executives, and more to help them with their every day lives.
We celebrate birthdays every week and some of the girls say this is the first time that they have ever had a birthday cake or a party.
We have craft days where the girls get to just have fun and we even have karaoke so the girls and the clients can sing their little hearts out.We have clients come in here just to celebrate their birthdates, the clients are also considered family. We treat people with respect and never judge anyone by race, gender, religion, or anything else.
Thank you again for taking the time to read this. I know all of you are very busy and it means a lot to be able to voice not only my opinions but the Facts.
Madam Suzette is the General Manager of Dennis Hof's adult entertainment empire, which includes the world famous Moonlite Bunny Ranch and six other brothels in the State of Nevada.
