My Experience with a Courtesan at Sheri’s Ranch Brothel
By guest blogger, Nedd Ludd.
I’m on the road to Pahrump, Nevada to do research for my “undercover brothel review.” I’m incredibly excited, but also a little scared. It’s been nearly 20 years since I’ve been to a brothel.
Before leaving Las Vegas I stop at the bank and withdraw $500, hoping I can get away with spending no more than $300 of that.
My trip starts at the Red Rock Casino. Driving west on Hwy 160, I enter the incredibly beautiful Red Rock canyon. The city of Las Vegas and 150 years disappear. It’s 1870 and I’m a cowboy on horseback riding to a “cathouse.” The romance of that vision gets me even more excited.
After about an hour of driving, I stop and, somewhat self-consciously, ask directions of a young guy at a gas station at the intersection of Highway 160 and Homestead Road. He answers as if it’s the most natural question in the world: “Make a left on Homestead and go about seven miles to the end of the road. You’ll find both the Chicken Ranch and Sheri’s.” The landmark at that intersection is a white castle-like building known locally as the Kingdom Gentlemen’s Club.
The final leg of the trip down Homestead Road is uninspiring—a two-lane potholed road that does not in any way prepare you for the beauty and delight of your destination.
Just before reaching the brothel I stop at the Terrible Herbst Casino. (I find it’s always best to check with the locals.) I ask the bartender which of the two brothels is better. He calls over one of the waitresses who regularly gets the skinny from her customers.
“I’m told the girls at Sheri’s are prettier,” she says. I tip her and leave.
Approaching the brothels, the scenery improves dramatically. It’s the Wild West again—open spaces, horses grazing and big sky. I decide to eyeball each place and then make a choice.
Pulling into the Chicken Ranch parking lot I notice a sign outside that says, “Ladies Welcome” and I see eight parked cars. I decide to move on and check out Sheri’s. There I see twice as many vehicles. What I’m most impressed with is that both places look a lot more inviting than when I visited in 1995. Back then, both were just a group of trailers strung together.
At the Brothel — I Meet the Girl for Me
I decide on Sheri’s (brothel website). The exterior of the place is very attractive, with large reproductions of the erotic art of Olivia on the walls. There are two entrances—above one door the neon says “Sports Bar” and above the other, “Girls Girls Girls.” I opt to enter the sports bar. I’m so nervous I’m afraid my voice will crack like a 13-year old if I don’t have a drink before I ask for the so-called “line-up” of girls.
The dark and loud bar could be any one of a hundred local joints in Las Vegas. There are sports programs playing on the TV’s and a pool table to my right. The difference is that there are several hot young girls sitting off to my left wearing skimpy lingerie. They smile at me as I move to the bar. (What a friendly place!) I sit down and order a beer. The bartender immediately asks me if I want to see the girls.
“I’d like to have a beer before I see the line-up,” I said.
The beer—a Heineken—is reasonably priced at $5.00. The bartender serves me, and 15 seconds after she sets it down—I timed it—a woman comes over and introduces herself. She’s tall, maybe 5’7”, with blonde hair and brown eyes. She’s as beautiful as any woman I have ever been close to. She has enormous breasts, a flat stomach and a small, tight, world-class ass. She’s wearing a black g-string and a pink bra, and is extremely friendly. I offer her a drink, which she declines. I like the fact that she doesn’t hustle me for an expensive drink.