Pretty Maidens All In A Row.....

"Good evening and welcome to Miss Kitty's, my name is Ruth and I'm your hostess and if you'll follow me through the bar and into our parlor our beautiful ladies would like to introduce themselves to you and please note that they each have their own individual complimentary tour that they would love to take you on, don't be afraid to take one of the ladies up on their offer you are under no obligation, it's free...." It was always something similar to that I would say to greet those visiting Miss Kitty's and at the Moonlite Bunnyranch it was just a little different because there the hostess introduces the ladies including their names and I actually prefer this way, I think it's a more gentile way of doing it and I believe the ladies prefer it that way too, I think that part is a slight bit unnerving to some. A lot of people say they feel this part is demeaning to the ladies but it's not meant to be and I don't feel it is, it's simply a way of letting the clients know who's available, the ladies work 12 hour shifts and there's usually anywhere up to 3 dozen ladies in the house, it also lets the ladies know that there are clients present. I'll always remember the thunder of all those high heel running down the hall ways once the bell is rang and as they enter the parlor everyone lines up for the introductions, many times there are so many ladies working that they line up all the way through the parlor and the bar area. Sometimes the clients will ask not to have a line up but unless they are very adamant about it we always ask them to please be patient and polite and allow the ladies to introduce themselves since they've all showed up. The clients are handed a complimentary menu when they come in and you always make a little small talk to give all the ladies time to get into the parlor, the halls are long....

Once all the ladies have assembled in the parlor they introduce themselves one by one and this is where some of the etiquette I spoke of comes in. They are not allowed to flirt or do much other than state their names as this would be considered "dirty hustling" and an unfair advantage, they aren't allow to fidget or dance about, no winking anything that could be misconstrued as an unfair hustle.

Now if the client prefers not to choose a lady and go to the bar first then the ladies are not allowed to approach the gentlemen until they have been served their cocktails and once they have been served the ladies are encouraged to approach one by one and introduce themselves again and chat a little, usually around 10 or 15 minutes, if they have not convinced the client to take a complimentary tour with them within that time they are to politely excuse themselves in order to allow the other ladies to try.
This is an older picture of the bar at the Bunnyranch and in the picture you can see one of those long hall ways, can you imagine running down one of those in eight inch platform heels? I don't remember anyone ever getting hurt but a couple of times girls have literally come tumbling into the parlor or gone sliding past when they hit that hardwood floor after running or walking too quickly down the carpeted hallways. One girl was great, I can't at the moment recall which one it was but she came running down the hall, slid through the bar hit the carpet in the parlor and summer salted into the line up, sat up right in a kind of splits position, struck a pose reminding me of one of Madonna's songs and gave out a smiling "Ta Da!", it was hilarious and the entire parlor broke into laughter, it was great!

When the ladies are on shift they are expected to be dressed in proper attire, no jeans, slippers, hair curlers, tennis shoes that type of thing, they are expected to look beautiful, sexy and elegant there are occasional exceptions to the rule, at least I when along with them from time to time, like if a girl had just finished a party and hadn't had time to redress, we've had a few girls in towels make a line up just didn't seem fair to penalized them for working and cause them to miss a chance at a party with a client. Usually on Friday and Saturday nights the girls will dress a bit more festive as these are very busy nights, I loved it when they were all dressed up to the max, it's a truly beautiful thing.


Now once a client decides to take a tour with a lady they will be shown around the facility and usually end up in the lady's room where they will negotiate the type of party and the cost at that time. I'll talk more about that in a later blog and discuss the menu in more detail. The shift manager's have a sophisticated intercom system that allows them to listen in on negotiations so that when the party is booked she knows for how much otherwise many girls might be feel encouraged to pocket half the money paid on their way down the hall since they split what they earn 50/50 with the house. This is not a bad deal for the ladies, the house pretty much supplies these ladies with everything they could need or want and a safe, comfortable and friendly environment to work in including health facilities, spa, hair dressers, nail salon personnel, maid service, laundry service, 24 hour drivers, all their food even vendors bring their merchandise to offer to the ladies if you think about the cost of providing all that it's not a bad deal at all! Now, if the lady can't close the deal and book a party with the client within a reasonable amount of time they come back out to the parlor area and the client can chose to tour with another lady if they choose they are not under any obligation. The lady's prices vary quite a bit some charge more than others, especially the porn stars also the ladies are not obligated to perform anything they don't want to, sometimes a client may choose them and then the lady may let him know on tour that what he is wanting is not a party she offers, she may refer him to a lady she knows who does do what he wants, he can ask for another line up or if he remembers someone else in line up he liked we'd make sure he got to tour with that lady. The ladies are not allowed to discuss partying in the parlor or bar area, they are not allowed to approach a client already with another lady unless the lady asks them too such in the case of a big fantasy of men is to have a two girl party, sometimes they ladies have preferences regarding who the other lady might be.


Every lady is required to do a thorough "dick check" before she parties with a client to look for any outward signs of any issues, mainly STD's even though they all use safe sex practices, these ladies make their living this way and the last thing they need is someone coming in and giving them something that could take them out of the line up for some time, bring their career to quick halt or even kill them, it also gives the lady a bit of a clue to the client's hygiene habits so she may suggest a shower or bath before initiating sexual activity. The ladies working in legal brothel's are required by law to submit to medical testing on a weekly basis for STD's and a blood test every 30 days and they are not cleared to work until their test results come back to the doctor's office clean and we have a copy of that report on file for each lady. I never hesitated to let anyone know that it was my opinion that it was the safest sex they could ever have, to me that's an important issue when it comes to enjoying sex, it's always much more relaxing and enjoyable if you don't have to worry about it killing you somewhere down the line!!!!


I only worked at Miss Kitty's for a few months before I transferred over to the "Big House" meaning the "World Famous Moonlite Bunnyranch" some will say the houses are equal but their not, there are several differences for one the now, "Love Ranch" sits in the middle of a cul de sac with two other popular brothels and a strip club and it seems to attract more locals attention, it gets a lot more foot traffic guys going from brothel to brothel checking them out, it also doesn't have a lot of the big name porn star draws that the Bunnyranch gets. The Bunnyranch stands all by itself in a prime location that can be seen from the main highway, it's a bit bigger since Dennis has owned it longer he has had more time to make improvements, do remodeling and such. This house tends to get the high rollers so to speak more often, the higher end clientele since it has more big name draws, also the HBO hit series, "Cathouse" has mostly been filmed entirely at the Bunnyranch. It felt great when Madame Suzette ask me to come to the Bunnyranch to work so I can only imagine that the working girls would also be excited to move to the Bunnyranch and when I did go over I started back on the door as a hostess and then worked the Bunny Bar and I had a great time working it with Madame Suzette and Dennis, Big Daddy both spending most of their time there the place was always hopping, something exciting was almost always going on, a lot of famous people have come to the ranch and often times been guests of the ranch, there are many VIP suites there. I also feel personally that starting at the bottom and working your way up is a great way to learn about your company, even Madame Suzette started as a hostess at one time. It was great timing when I moved up to "shift manager" because while working the bar was a lot of fun those 12 hour shifts were tough on my aging feet not that I sat a lot as a shift manager but it was enough but I actually enjoyed all three positions I worked during my employment there but I'm getting a little bit a head of myself again, there is just so much I want to tell you, I have some really great fun stories along with a little drama also, you don't think you can put close to three dozen gorgeous women under one roof and not have any drama do you? While these ladies did get a long amazing and wonderfully well it just ain't gonna happen, you got that many gorgeous gals in one house you are bound to have drama and speaking of drama......
Before we leave Miss Kitty's for the ranch, I promised to tell you about the "Hooker from Hell". I won't use her real name, all of the girls have working or stage names and this one was called Missy and she had been transferred to Miss Kitty's because she seemed to have a few issues with a couple of the Bunnyranch ladies, seems she would get a little liquored up in spite of the scrutinizing on the drinking of the ladies and she tended to get rowdy, rude, mean and nasty and she was finally moved after choking one of her co-workers. Most of the girls choose to be there, choose to do this for a living I have a feeling that it wasn't Missy's choice to be there it was her best shot at living the life style her ex-husband had accustomed her too, she had no real education and was now a single mother and she had a big chip on her shoulder before she ever arrived. She was an absolutely beautiful woman, kind of dark complected as though maybe of Hispanic decent and maybe with some American Indian also, she had high cheekbones and didn't tolerate alcohol well at all.
And let me tell you when she arrived at Miss Kitty's it's like she brought Hell with her and she was mad as hell and there would be hell to pay for everyone, she'd make sure of it one way or another. It takes a unique individual to be able to do what these ladies do for a living and not allow it to effect you in a negative way, it is such a personal thing that you are sharing with others for monetary compensation and most have issue's coping and as a result a lot of these women resort to some kind of substance abuse to desensitise them from emotional conflicts they have in this business. They must be able to separate their work from their personal life and due to the intimate nature of this business it is a very hard thing to accomplish for many, however there are also many who have no problem doing this for a living and keeping it completely separate from their lives away from the house and the business. Those are the one's that have that unique mind set it takes to be extremely successful in this business and many do really enjoy the sex, some simply love men, love sex and are perfectly suited to this business but Missy was not one of these.





Missy had come from a lower income, impoverished life style and had a tough time growing up but she had found her prince charming who had taken her away from all of that and gave her a life style that she loved and had become accustomed to, it was the life she'd always wanted and the icing on the cake was her beautiful daughter. One day for reasons unknown to me all of this fell apart and went away from Missy, her and her husband were getting a divorce and their daughter had become the focal point of a bitter custody dispute this combined with the fact that Missy had limited resources and education which would not allow her to maintain that life style that she had become accustomed to and loved, the one she had longed for as a child growing up in a lower income, impoverished neighborhood. She did not want to give up her new life style but without a good education that would have given her the potential to make the income necessary to maintain the lifestyle she was compelled into prostitution, it is one legal profession here in Nevada which allows women the potential to make a high income and it doesn't take a college degree, it's a very attainable job for a woman who wants to make a lot of money and has a limited education. Today, still a woman holding the same position as a man is more than likely earning a lot less money for doing it, prostitution is just the opposite the potential is there for these ladies to make tons of money so it's very appealing to many and it was the only opportunity that Missy could find that might allow her to continue this lifestyle she enjoyed and wanted to continue raising her daughter in, it was important to her that her daughter grow up in a better environment than she had, she also needed a lot of money to fight her ex-husband to maintain custody of her daughter, she needed a good attorney and they are expensive. Unfortunately for Missy she had a common difficulty reconciling this profession she had chosen with her moral integrity and ethic's so it made her bitter and angry and she turned to substance abuse in an effort to numb her, to deaden her emotions because she knew it was her only hope, her only way out of the messy situation she had now found herself in and she wanted it to work, she needed it to work, she had to find a way to make it work, period!



The substance abuse wasn't working for her though, all it did was bring out the anger and pain she felt inside and she took it out on everyone around her. At first I butted heads with her big time, she acted like a total bitch, she was rude, crude and nasty she would find a way to get totally smashed almost everyday and then start taking her anger out on clients, the other ladies and I seemed to be one of her favorite targets and it was my job to try and keep her under control and behaving properly during her shifts so you can see how this lead to the head butting, she was driving me nuts just waiting and anticipating when she would go off and on who, it got to be a daily ritual. I'm not quite sure when things changed but I think it might have been right after her ex-husband had found out what she was doing to earn a living and although it is a legal profession here in Nevada most people see it as inappropriate and back in California her ex was counting on the judge that would oversee their custody fight to see it just that way, he had threaten to inform the judge of this new lifestyle she was living and use it as a means of getting full custody of their daughter and Missy loved her child, she was the one good thing Missy had accomplished so far in her brief life and she would fight to the death to keep and protect her daughter from this abusive asshole she had once shared a life with. He had money though and he could afford to hire a good attorney and if Missy were to have any chance of maintaining custody of her daughter she'd have to fight fire with fire just any attorney would not do she also had to have a good one, one that specialized in custody cases. She finally shared her fear with me one night she had no clue how she was going to be able to accomplish this then a client came in that wanted one of those what I would call depraved, sick kind of parties, one I don't understand, I think the kind of person that seeks this kind of activity for sexual gratification must have some kind of severe mental and physical abuse of large proportion in their history somewhere. This is the type of party that requires big bucks to have though and many women will have no part of it for any amount of money because even if your on the giving rather than receiving end of it, it's still repugnant and disgusting at best. This man wanted someone who would urinate and defecate onto his face and even into his mouth and now you understand why this type of activity is so offensive and why it takes so much money to convince someone to do it but that kind of money is what Missy needed to hire the high quality specialist attorney she needed to fight and win her custody battle for her daughter and knowing that her ex husband planned on using her profession as a weapon against her in court made it all the more a priority now.


So she gave this man a tour and they negotiated a party that would give him everything he desired and compensation she thought was worth her performing these acts this man in his deviated sick mind needed to acheive sexaul gratification for himself. Once the party had been booked Missy told me that she wasn't sure she could go through with it, she found it excruiatingly offensive but she also felt she had no choice but to find a way to go through with it because it would give her what she needed at the moment a lot of money so she asked if I would let her drink a little more that the one drink per hour she had been limited to and under the circumstances I couldn't have ever said no to her understanding what was at stake here. The client was in her room taking a shower and so she drank the booze straight down quickly and returned to her room to "party on" after a short while she returned to the bar area and said she was able to do the urination part and he was very pleased with this but she was still having trouble and could not yet deficate onto his face and into his mouth as he had requested and she had agreed to. I ask her if she wanted to back out and try to renegotiate the party, I was willing to help her if she wanted but she was determined to get the job done and I was feeling very simpathetic for her and knowing why I was hoping for her success also so I poured her a very big shot of Remy and for a moment we joked about the situation to try and lighten it up a bit and off she went back to complete the party. It seemed like an eternity but she finally returned triumphantly to the parlor with her client and you could tell by the smile on his face and his muted quiet behavior that he was satisfied with the results, he didn't stay long he pretty much walked straight to the door and left immediately.


As soon as he was out the door Missy let out a loud triumphant yell and grabbed me and hugged me as though to thank me for offering all the support I could in everyway I could at the time. And then it was a flutter of conversation with bouts of joyful dancing and celebration of her success at accomplishing her mission with the alcohol she had consumned that night she should have been unconcious but she was stone cold sober but jublulent she could now return to California and battle for her daughter with every confidence that she'd win and by the time the evening had ended Missy and I were now very good friends and when she left to go back to California we hugged told each other that we would miss the other and that we loved each other and it was meant with complete sincerity. I talked to her on the phone a couple times after that and she had custody of her daughter and she was happy and doing well and I was happy for my friend and I still love her although I haven't heard from her in years, I'm assuming that she, being the beautiful, creative butterfly she was is living that life she wanted to live with her daughter and that she has found love and happiness in her life, at least that's what I hope for her, she wasn't a bad person she was a highly intelligent wonderful person who was just in a bad place in her life and I'm glad we all made it through successfully to the other side.


Of course, the photo's I used are not of her, they are pic's I found that are similar to what she looked like and to try and depict a bit of her personality, anger aside she was funny, witty, very intelligent, a brave fighter no doubt and a damn good one so I have little doubt of her being anything but successful in her indeavers but she just wasn't suited to this profession as I said it takes a special mind set, some have it and some don't but if your one of those that has it you can use it to make some big bucks and even without a college degree but I'll elaborate more on that in the next blog.....Missy, where ever you are I hope your happy and remember I love you.........

Thump The Rump........

Thumper there, could be an idea of what the title of this blog would inspire but he's not even close but we'll get into that later. First I want to tell you about my first meeting with the self proclaimed American Pimp, Dennis Hof I had just been working there a little over a month I guess and we were just entering the Holiday season I don't remember the exact date but it was right before Christmas. Christmas is one of my favorite times of the year and I think also one of Dennis's and I was just coming into work to start my shift, I was a hostess and I worked from 2 PM to 2 AM and I rang the bell twice and walked in to a maze of people everywhere, they were elbow to elbow and the entire bar area was filled with tons of things, all kinds of things, perfume and bath sets, crystal, large porcelain dolls, robes, all kinds of electronic gadgets, you got the picture. I wrestled my way through the crowd towards the dining area and the office and when I saw Jan in the office I ask her what was going on and she informed me that Dennis was playing Santa Claus and that every Christmas he made it a point to shower everyone that worked for him with gifts. Now, considering I had just started I did not expect anything but I wanted to finally meet the man I worked for so I stashed my purse, put on my name tag and went back into the parlor and bar area where all the activity was.

Dennis is a large man and I noticed him right away, he was wishing everyone a Merry Christmas and exchanging holiday hugs so I stood in what seemed to be a line moving towards him and when I finally got up to him I introduced myself and shook his hand and he welcomed me and gave me a holiday hug and told me to go pick out a couple of gifts. I informed him that I had just recently started and I hadn't been working for him long enough to merit gifts, I hadn't even passed my probation period yet, he said he was sure I'd do fine and pick a couple of gifts. Once again I told him I hadn't got into line for gifts I just wanted to meet my new boss and he said he didn't care that I'd only been there a short time and in a more stern tone told me to go pick out a couple of gifts and he handed me a pink Miss Kitty's robe and I was directed by one of Santa's helpers into the bar area, it looked like they had moved an entire department store into it. I remember thinking, this is pretty cool I just started and I'm already getting cool presents but there were so many things to choose from I was having a hard time picking, I remember these large, beautiful porcelain Disney dolls I love dolls and have a collection so I chose Snow White and I chose a handheld stereo with headphones that I could take home to Jack.

Not a bad first meeting with a new boss I thought, I had just started and I was already getting presents and they were good ones too, hell it couldn't be too bad working for infamous Pimpmaster General, Big Daddy as most of the girls call him. You hear a lot about Dennis, good and bad and you never know who or what to believe I can only base my opinion on what I experienced personally with the man and what I came to understand working with him. Like I said previously, he seems to be one of those people who is either love or hate and there doesn't seem to be much grey area there, personally he was always good to me, still is even though I no longer work there every once in a while I end up at the ranch, either taking someone out there who wants to see the place, if our daughter is visiting and wants to go to his night club NV50 or just to visit.

I do know he's a self made millionaire and he started out in Real Estate and he came from humble beginning's I believe his dad was a postman and I think someone who's accomplished that status from such meager beginning deserves a minimum of respect for his accomplishments. He has a very charismatic personality, he's a very astute business man, hands on or some might say a bit of a control freak but hey, he's got a lot of money and a lot of investments and I think that's a good thing when it comes to managing your assets. I like that he's out spoken about legalizing prostitution rather than silent and invisible like most other brothel owner's, it's a legitimate business here, taxed and everything I see no logical reason for the brothels to be invisible or silent but most would like it if they were. I've heard some say that he wouldn't really want to see it legalized nationwide because he would lose money but I don't think so, I think he sees a chain of Bunnyranch's franchised across the country and he'd make a fortune and I think he's right. He's a highly intelligent individual, he can be very motivating and I believe he has actually done a lot of motivational speaking and when he takes a girl under his wing and aids in her training she always turns out to be a top booker. As far as his sexual appetite and preferences I can't say anything regarding that aspect of his life or personality because I never participated or interacted in that part of his life. I heard a lot of rumors of course but I don't repeat that stuff, I'm a "just the facts, please?" kinda person.

Here's a couple of photo's, one in pink & one of him at a pool party he hosted at his home playing in the pool with Domino, I heard he recently got Domino a baby sister & that's great Domino loves company. We've had him at the ranch a few times and he loves to play.

I can tell you he wears pink well, I think it's his color! He's kind to animals and his dog, Domino loves hims a lot, how animals feel about you weighs a lot with me because they judge you based mostly on instincts, if they don't like someone a good reason almost always shows up sooner or later!!! He enjoys the finer things in life, he enjoys being in the spotlight, he can be a very generous person and he can also insight intense anger in some and he can have a temper if you do something to anger him but all in all I've got nothing bad to say about the man, I still like him as a person on a personal level, I respect him on a business level. Out socially he's a blast and if your lucky enough to be invited out with him you'll always have a wonderful time. The only other things I'll mention about Dennis at this point is he has a great sense of humor, he knows how to throw a party, he cleans up well and looks handsome in a tux....

First two pic's are Dennis at his birthday party in 2005 at NV50 his night club and restaurant, it was a Hugh Hefner style pajama party and it was a blast, the last pic was at one of many social events he's invited to, he's with former San Francisco Mayor, Willie Brown and Dennis's long term lady, the porn queen Sunset Thomas.

I was going to blog about brothel etiquette and the hooker from hell but I believe since these blogs tend to be a bit long I'll save them for the next blog but I am going to give you a little bit of the juicy sex stuff that most will probably read this blog for and I'm going to do it by telling you about my best and worst clients during my time at Miss Kitty's. Shortly after getting the hostess position a bartender left to help with his family's business so I moved into the bartender position and once again into shift manager after that. First I worked the night shift from 7:00 PM to 7:00AM and that's when I had my worst customer there, thank god very shortly after moving into that position I was to switch to days, 7:00 AM to 7:00 PM and that's when I met my favorite client at Miss Kitty's and I'm going to tell it in the same order....

I had just started working as a shift manager on the night shift when this gentleman came to the brothel to party, it was late in the evening and he had this Alfred Hitchcock character persona about him, he could have been Norman Bates fat cousin. The man was not very tall but he was as wide as he was tall, he had a pinch face squinty eyes and seemed unusually quiet although he was dressed very casual and normal in bland khaki colors, he must have been in his late 50's or early 60's. He said it was his birthday and he was giving himself a treat, although we said we'd buy him a drink in honor of his birthday he refused the drink and he chose a beautiful fairly new to the industry brunette to take him on his complementary tour.
And they when straight back to her room for negotiations and shortly they returned to my booking window and our lady ask if she could talk to me privately for a moment and of course I invited her into my office area, she seemed a bit nervous and apprehensive and since this client had stood the hair on the back of neck up when he arrived I was curious to what was up. She said that he wanted her to give him a birthday spanking and that in itself is not unusual at all the unusual part is he wanted to know if she would be willing to do it with the coat hanger he had brought himself, a thick wire hanger! She said he made her nervous also and he was offering big bucks so she wanted to do the party but she was also a little afraid of this huge man and his slightly strange behavior. In the office we have an intercom system which allows us to talk both way or just simply listen in and we always use this to listen

in on negotiations, to communicate with the ladies such as when a party's time is up, it also has an emergency alarm system set up in case a girl has any problems or trouble with a client she can set it off and have staff there immediately to her rescue. The girl had decided she would book the party but she wanted me to listen in just in case it should get out of hand. I agreed and he left the cash with me to book as he went to the car to get his hanger and a short time later "Spanky" was being treated to the birthday present he had gifted to himself and at first it was very quiet, he wanted her to be very dominate with him so you could hear her ordering him to disrobe, these type of clients often like to be verbally abused during their party and she obliged him, yelling at him for his incompetence, not doing as he was told, not moving quickly enough and so on and so forth then the spanking began and I could hear him, he kept asking her to do it harder and harder. He was mumbling most of the time, something about his mother, him being bad, could she do it harder still and then I wasn't quite sure what I was hearing so I turned up the volume on the speaker and then I could hear him very clearing, he just kept saying over and over, "thump the rump, thump the rump, thump the rump!" Thank god no one could hear me because I couldn't keep myself from bursting into laughter and I felt bad at the same time what had driven this poor man to use this as a form of sexual pleasure for himself but just hearing him repeating over and over again, "thump the rump, thump the rump" as he was getting his ass beat with a wire hanger at his request just made me bust a gut laughing. Finally the time they booked was up and so I called into her room letting them know it was time to rebook and a short while later they returned to the parlor and this gentleman did not know I had listened in at the request of our girl so I had to act as though I knew nothing and surprising myself I did a very good job of it! The scariest party of this incident came shortly after her left, it was just a few minutes later when he returned stating he'd lost his prescription for his schizophrenia and he was over due to take it and he was sure the girl had taken it from him or he'd lost it in her room, I called to her over the intercom to look for it then I sat with him in the parlor and we took all of his meds (there were a lot) out of his pockets and checked them one by one until we found the one he thought was missing, the one for his schizophrenia and I remember feeling relieved that we had found it because he was quite agitated when he first returned and I remember thinking, thank god we found it, now take two and don't call me in the morning or ever again!!!!!!!!

That was a bit intense but now for my best or favorite I should say at Miss Kitty's, this guy was a doll and I still remember his drink, he loved "Salty Dogs" hold the salt and he was a salty ol'dog and a sweetheart of a guy. He came in as he was going through a "war of the roses" divorce and he was ready for a blow out, he needed to cut loose and have some fun in a big way and he started off with a few drinks and he ended up staying for 3 days! He had developed a rather harty buzz when he decided he was ready to party so he booked 3 ladies and the VIP suite, he said his ex wife was determined to take him for everything he had including his business and he was going to spend it all before she could get her hands on it and let me tell you he made a hell of an effort. He was feeling the alcohol at times so we would make him eat, I'd make him a sandwich or we'd make him a plate of our food as I said he was there for 3 days, sometimes he would book 1 girl at a time other times he book for a couple of hours with 2 or 3 girls, he even tried to book me, I had become comfortable enough with this man that when he ask me to come to the VIP suite and rebook the party rather than him coming out I agreed to and the party was going well, he had 3 girls with him at the time and he was great because he would choose different girls most of the time so he could spread his wealth around. He was fun loving and harmless and actually good company, he knew a million jokes and enjoyed making us all laugh so I enter into the VIP suite and of course he's naked as a jay bird and not shy at all and he tried to talk me into partying with them, he actually could not get or maintain an erection but he had a wonderful time during his stay there and we enjoyed his company, I transferred over to the Moonlite Bunnyranch shortly after that and never saw him again so I don't know how he came out in the final on his divorce but we had a fun time with him, he even kind of looked like the salty dog on the glass below and he was very fit and handsome and even though he couldn't get or maintain an erection he left one of the happiest guys I've ever seen.........

As I said the next blog I'll tell you about proper etiquette in a brothel, more about the girls and the "Hooker from Hell" or "Back off bitch before one of us has to die & it ain't gonna be me!" Most of you have read the line before, "I'm an Italian/Irish redheaded daughter of a longshoreman" so I know I can take a pretty good punch and I know I can throw a pretty good one too, just ask any of by brothers.......................

Ring Once For Sex, Twice For The Madam.......

I think I was more bothered by the thought of being locked inside that big iron gate than anything else but I rang twice and moments later a buzzer when off signaling me it was OK to enter so I did. When you first enter your in a small foyer and looking to either side there were glass display cases with all kinds of sex toys, lubes, condoms ,vibrators, strap ons almost any kind of sexual accoutrement you could ask for and just past that you came into a small bar area then into the parlor which was very nice and cozy it even had a large fireplace with a fire going.

Finally an older woman came up and ask if she could help me and I told her I was there to apply for the hostess position and I had an appointment with the madam so she led me past the parlor into a large dining area that had a full kitchen off to the right with a booking office next to it and she said to have a seat at the table she'd be right back and she was with a pile of papers for me to fill out. I remember thinking what a lot of paperwork for a simple hostess position but just as I was finishing filling everything out a very petite lady came out of the booking office and greeted me with a lilting British accent, "My name is Jan, I'm the Madam here at Miss Kitty's and I hear your interested in the position for hostess we have open?"

This wasn't what I had expected at all, this lady seemed like a very proper, reserved lady you might see at a tea party or country club gathering but she seemed out of place here but it was a pleasant surprise, I liked her right off, she put you at ease immediately, she was funny and spoke quite frankly and I remember thinking if someone like this lady could be the madam here then I could surely give the hostess job a try so when she ask if I could start tomorrow I said, "Of course, I can!" Then she went on to explain that I would have to go to the local sheriffs office and get a permit to work there, it would cost $50.00 and it was good for a year. This also surprised me but they are very strict about who can work in the sex industry, you can't have any felony's of any kind on your record ever, you can't get a sheriffs card if you've ever been convicted of any kind of theft or drug charge. They actually run an intensive background search on you before you are issued a card allowing you to work at a brothel, if you changed brothels you had to purchase a new card.

So when I showed up at 2:00 PM the next day for training the first thing they did was front me the $50.00 for the sheriffs card and send me to the Dayton Courthouse which had a substation for the sheriffs department. What they didn't do is warn me about the vicious bad attitude I was about to encounter there, the one who would decide if I was fit to work at a brothel in Nevada. Everyone who works in any position at a brothel must have a current sheriffs card on file this also includes the "working girls" and once you arrive at the sheriffs office you have to complete another large stack of paperwork. Now this female sheriff that issues the sheriffs cards for all the brothels in this county is worth mentioning, I don't know if her EX husband frequented the brothels while they were married or what but she had the attitude from hell and it would be many years before her and I finally got to the where I actually considered it a friendly working relationship. Everyone is entitled to having an off day or being a little bitchy from time to time but this woman had it down to an art form, I tried to find a photo of something that accurately projected her personality upon entering the sheriffs office and letting her know you where there to get a work permit, this was as close as I could get....

In my best interest since I still frequent that county let's just call her Kujo 'cause it fits and leave it at that, I almost didn't get my card. They ask on one of the forms if you've ever been arrested and I had been once but it was on false charges my ex husband had put against me, he did it because he knew I had no family or anyone who could bail me out so he had me arrested on a Friday night and him and his buddies had my house emptied and my property cleared off of anything of value by the time I was released the following Monday morning. But they were bogus charges which was proven in court and quite frankly I just kind of blocked it out of my mind otherwise I would have to hunt the bastard down and stare joyfully into his eyes as I choked all the life out of his pathetic worthless body. Anyway, back to the story, all of a sudden Kujo is in my face explaining that she can deny me a card because I failed to tell her about my arrest so I explained this to her and also let her know I was just going to be a hostess not a prostitute figuring she might stop snarling and growling at me. Didn't help a damn bit! I also had to be finger printed and guess who got to do it? Yep, Kujo!!! I had just done a french manicure the day before as I wanted to look professional as I was applying for work and since I'd been in construction this was a rare thing for me to do and it felt good to look at well manicured pretty nails. Didn't last long once I met Kujo, once she took my money she pointed to a doorway and as we entered she almost slammed me into the opposing wall like I was in a police line up, then she proceeded to take my mug shot for my sheriffs card and the the finger breaking, I mean finger printing with her it's all the same! Normally you only coat the finger tip on one side, the side with the prints in the ink but this lady was thorough, she managed to coat hands all the way to the first knuckle on both sides.... I was still furious by the time I got back to Miss Kitty's and when I made a remark to the Madam, Jan she just asked if she had drawn any blood and when I responded with a no, she said I should feel lucky I must have caught her on a good day!!!!! If that was a good day I never wanted to run into this woman on one of her bad days, the worst part is you have to remain calm and polite because she has the power to ensure you could never work in any industry requiring a sheriffs permit and here in Nevada that's almost everything. Eventually I would establish a friendly working relationship with this lady and we would even laugh and joke but that was years later.

Meanwhile, back at the brothel I was being shown around and told what was expected of you as a hostess and I was impressed by the size of the place and how well all the working girls for taken care of there. That first day I learned something that made me very glad I'd come to work for one of Dennis Hof's houses and that was that most brothels are called "lock down houses" which means that as a working girl once your inside you are there for the duration of whats normally a two or three week stay, as a working girl they are not allowed to leave the house other than to go to the sheriffs office for their work permit or to the doctor if they missed the doctors weekly visit to the house and they did this only with the houses chauffeur and under his constant supervision. The idea being to ensure the girls did not expose themselves to any type of STD's once they had been cleared by the doctor to work. Dennis owns two of the only brothels that are not "lock down" houses, the ladies were allowed to leave of their own volition as long as they weren't on shift, that made it where girls who lived locally could do their 12 hour shift and then go home or they were free to go out shopping or even just to a movie on their time off. I like this idea, the idea of a "lock down" house makes it seem more like a prison especially if your looking at that big iron gate when you say or think it!

I learned that my job consisted of watching the gate for approaching company and ringing the bell to get all the ladies working at that time up to the parlor and lined up so I could introduce to ladies to our prospective clients and they could choose a lady who would take them on what we called a complementary tour of the house at which time the client could explain what he was interested in and they could negotiate a price for the services that would be rendered during what we refer to as a "party", some of the guys wanted to go to the bar and have a drink or two first and they could choose a lady to accompany them or if they didn't choose a lady once they had their cocktails the ladies would approach them at the bar individually, one at a time hoping to convince the gentleman that she was the one he wanted. I always encouraged the clients to choose a lady even if it was just to go to the bar for a drink, if not I encouraged them once they had their cocktail to move to the parlor and socialize with the ladies, the parlor usually stayed a pretty lively place.

Dennis as well as Jan, the madam liked the ladies on shift to hang out in the parlor during their shifts and everyone but the maintenance staff worked 12 hour shifts. The staff worked 4 days on and 4 days off, I really loved that, 12 hours was a long time but once you got use to it, it was great having 4 days off. Some of the prostitutes would work straight through their stay there others would schedule a day off here and there with the madam and we had a few that lived locally and when home to families every night. I was nervous first about approaching the clients and how I would introduce myself and the ladies but after doing for awhile I finally felt comfortable with it and actually had fun with it. Now, when in line up and being introduced the ladies and I prefer to call them "ladies", rather than "prostitutes" or "hookers" were not allowed to do anything that might draw extra attention to them during this time they were to state their name while standing in an elegant pose. And I was also in charge of overseeing the behavior in the parlor making sure everyone was on their best behavior, no dirty hustling (I'll explain that term at a later time because brothel's also have a proper etiquette) and our ladies were truly ladies although scantily clad in the parlor most of the time, however on occasion a situation would arise where fur would fly and those long ass nails that most of them wore scratched something other than a client's back or grabbed at something other than a clients butt cheeks part of my job was also breaking those up and getting the parlor back to normal. Another time when I appreciated the fact that I was an Italian/Irish redheaded daughter of a longshoreman!!!! with too many brothers,lol I was also responsible for making sure everyone entering the brothel was of legal age and that anyone who had an alcoholic beverage was of age, you could come to the brothel and buy sexual favors if you were 18 or older but you couldn't have alcohol unless you are over 21. And on several occasions I had to remove a few that had had too much to drink, I always tried to be nice and polite about it and would usually suggest that I thought their money might be better spent when they were sober enough to enjoy and remember all the fun they would have on their visit there. One night I heard a girl screaming bloody murder from her room and I ran back there as quick as I could and it turned out this little old Hispanic man she was partying with had damn near bitten her nipple off and he was lit pretty well by this time so I ordered him to get his clothes on quickly, his party was over and as I followed him up the hall towards the entrance every time he slowed down a little I would hit him upside the back of his head with the lower part of my hand and it would speed his forward progress up, I had seen the girls nipple and the poor thing was bleeding and in tears and I could only imagine how much it must have hurt and every time I'd think of that poor girl I'd whack him again till he was out the gate. The girl ended up going to the emergency for a few stitches but this kind of thing is a very rare occurrence for the most part the clients were always on their better behavior and many of them were a lot of fun and a few regulars I even came to consider them not just clients but friends also.

Now, I think I mentioned that although this brothel was called Miss Kitty's it had been recently purchased by the self proclaimed America's Pimp, the infamous Dennis Hof and I had not met the man yet although I was working for him. Now Dennis is the type of man that is either loved or hated there's not much grey area in between and at that time all I knew of him was what I had seen on the news and read in the papers so I had really no idea what to expect in anticipation of our first meeting but I was curious about this man, his reputation preceded him.

Above on the left is Dennis Hof, Heidi Fleiss in the middle and the king of porn Mr. Ron Jeremy and I got a great story about the first time we met I can't wait to tell!

I would finally meet the man I worked for at Miss Kitty's annual Christmas party and I was quite impressed with the man at the time and I'll tell you all about it in my next installment of the Moonlite Monologues and I'll explain a lot more about brothel etiquette and I'll tell you about my favorite client and worst client during my days at Miss Kitty's and I'm even going to tell you about the "Hooker from Hell" and I'm sure she arrived there just as she was banished from hell by the devil himself........Yeah, Missy you know I'm talking about you........