I should have brought less money
I got to the brothel early at about 10:30AM. I had good experiences in the past going to strip clubs earlier in the day, so I assumed the mood would be the same at a brothel, but with blowjobs and sex. My thought process was that by going early, the many girls would be more competitive in their prices in order to get the limited amount of money that's available.
When I walked in, an older lady greeted me who I'd eventually learn was called a host. She said I can hang out at the bar to meet the girls if I wanted. There was construction going on with construction workers walking in and out of the restaurant/bar area and I told the host I wanted to meet the girls in a more private area. She led me to the parlor which was adjacent to the bar and asked if I wanted to see a specific girl or a line up. I declined the line up as I didn't want to inconvenience the girls that I knew I didn't want to see. I had done some research the week before and had about 5 girls I was interested in meeting. I gave the host the name of what I thought might be the most attractive one. After they called her over the phones, they told me that she needed to shower and clean up and would be out in 10 minutes. Understandable, so I waited.
There is a long hallway going to the right and the left out of the parlor room. The hallway to the right led to all the girls rooms and the hallway to the left led to their cafeteria. The girls would cross the parlor from one hallway to the next in order to go to the cafeteria. Since they had just woken up, they would be in bathrobes and slippers not trying to be sexual and being just...real I guess. It was an interesting difference compared to what girls generally wear in strip clubs. I got confused when one girl attempted to cross the parlor, saw me, then went back and waited in the hallway she came from. Another girl crossing from the other side told her that she could cross and she did so. Both girls ignored me even after I called out to them. Maybe they didn't hear me? A few minutes later, 2 other girls crossed the parlor, not talking to each other, and I said hello again but they also completely ignored me.
Eventually the girl I asked for came out. Didn't exactly look like the girl in the picture I saw on the internet but she was attractive enough. We spoke very, very briefly and she invited me back to her room. Once in her room, we started negotiating. I told her what I wanted and she gave me a price that was about 4 times more expensive than what an escort charges ($2,500 for an hour). I knew it would be expensive and I had prepared for it but not by that much. I declined and we left her room. She led me to another small room next to the parlor which I guess was some sort of rejection room? No lights were turned on but there was high quality porn playing on a television in that room.
The host then came in and sat on the other couch in there asking me if there was any other girls I'd like to see or any specific things I was looking for from a girl. I felt weird talking to this old, unattractive lady about my sexual preferences, but told her I'd like to get to know the girls before doing anything with them. She said I should do that in the bar and the girls would come up and talk with me.
I went to the bar, ordered a drink which I had to pay for, and drank it as various girls came up and talked with me. I learned that they are only allowed 10 minutes to talk with me, then they have to leave so other girls can talk with me. If I ever want to speak with them again, I have to ask for them and go back to their room to negotiate some form of sexual encounter. After talking with the 4 remaining girls I wanted to meet (plus some other girls), I asked for Morrigan and we went to her room. On the way there, another girl was coming down the hallway with her head down. I said hello to her as we passed but she didn't acknowledge me.
We got to the end of the hallway and went into her room and sat on her small couch together but she didn't touch me or get close to me and kept some space between us. She handed me a small booklet that reminded me of an in-room dining menu you'd get at a fancy hotel. It was many pages long and inside it had all the sexual things that she would do along with the amount of time she'd do them and the prices. Like the previous girl, her prices were more expensive than what I was expecting. A common theme I saw among all the things she was willing to do was that her costs were based on the time it took to perform them, not for the the service itself. Just spending an hour cuddling and talking with her would have cost more than spending 7 minutes having sex with her (she called it 7 Minutes in Heaven). If you want something done quickly, then you can probably get some value here. If you want something long and slow, a brothel is likely not the place to go. For reference, 7 minutes of sex was about $500 but I think I turned it down because it didn't include anything else like cuddling or kissing.
During our time together, she explained my interactions with the other girls and why they ignored me. She said that the girls crossing the parlor aren't allowed to acknowledge me or even look at me because it might make me want to spend time with them rather than the girl I had asked for. They don't want the girls competing for work. The same was true for the girl walking down the hallway. If she looked at me, I might have dropped my current girl to go try have sex with this new girl. Morrigan seemed like she would have been a really great time; it was easy to talk with her, I could get her to laugh, she was attractive, and she was very sweet. However, everything, and I mean everything, you do has to be paid for and I just didn't have the money to be able to afford her. Since we couldn't agree on anything, she led me back to the rejection room.
In the rejection room, the host came back and I asked for another girl. I set the bar of what I wanted a whole lot lower this time. I went back to the room of the new girl and we negotiated me fingering her for 15 minutes for $400. She took my money and left the room for a few minutes then came back and we got started. I didn't ask for anything related to my dick and was going to keep my clothes on during the whole affair, but she insisted on a visual inspection of my penis. I pulled down my pants and underwear and she shined a flash light on my genitals and dabbed a wet wipe on my pubes. It felt clinical and unnecessary. She had me wear a latex glove on the hand that was fingering her but didn't insist I wear anything on my other hand despite me using it to massage her clit. After about 15 minutes, I felt everything in her vagina clench up which I assume was her orgasming. Say what you will about my choice of sexual services, but I had really never given a girl a good, solid fingering before and wanted to try a new experience. This was also something that I could afford. After we were done, she gave me a coupon for a free drink at the bar which I didn't use as I just wanted to get out of there.
Some final thoughts that weren't mentioned. It's about an hour drive from Las Vegas and this hour can kill any temporary libido you may have. You can't just pick up and go like you can with the many strip clubs in Vegas. The entire experience made me feel degraded (I didn't ask or pay for this) and I felt bad for the girls too, something that I haven't felt towards strippers or escorts that I've been with in the past. How ridiculous is it that they can't look you in the face? The whole experience is monumentally expensive and repulsive and I'll likely never do it again, at least not in Nevada.
