This is a bit of a “cheat” in that I’ve already done it, but I think I deserve some latitude because at my age and with my health there’s probably more things looking back than looking forward.
It was in 1986 driving from the East to West coasts some fifty miles or more outside of Las Vegas is Nye County. In Nye County is a town called Pahrump and in Pahrump is a bunch of brothels. The biggest and best known is the Chicken Ranch (According to the “ranch,” which is a number of mobile homes somehow attached to each other, the name is derived from earlier days when services were provided in exchange for chickens).
Entry is obtained by talking into a speaker on a high chain-link fence (I imagine you’re being watched on CCTV). Buzz, click, the chain link door unlocks and you enter the fenced in area with about twenty feet between you and the main door. Clink, the chain link door closes behind you.
The single door to the trailer is opened by a very big man with a really big gun on his hip. You sit on the sofa, the madam calls the girls, they line up in front of you and she tells you each one’s name. You make your choice and off you go to a suite for two.
It’s not until then that money is discussed. I think it was about $1,000 for 2+ hours, $3,000+ for an in house, all night “date.” Paying by credit card has an additional $50 per transaction surcharge.
There’s an actual menu you can peruse while your “girl” is checking you for whatever visible disease(s) you might have. Of course, you can do whatever she will agree to on or off the menu.
I stayed the night. We started with a bubble bath in a red, heart-shaped tub. She was anyone I wanted her to be. She wore anything I wanted her to wear. She did almost everything I wanted. And, she was gorgeous, in her late thirties, beautiful.
