Field Report on Paris

Brothel: Chicken Ranch

How should I begin my report on the time I spent with the lovely lady known as Paris? First a little background is in order. I first saw this very tall, shapely African-American beauty in a lineup at the Chicken Ranch in August of 1998. Standing head and shoulders above the other ladies, Paris immediately caught my eye. I was very intrigued, but selected another lady on that particular evening, with the hope of catching Paris on a subsequent visit. As proof of the old LPIN axiom, "You snooze, you lose!", it was to be almost six years later before I would finally have that opportunity. During my next several trips to the CR, it always seemed that Paris was either already busy with clients, on vacation, or (unbeknownst to me) there and available but I had already booked an appointment with one of my other favorite courtesans. By 2001, Paris had moved over to the neighboring Sheri's Ranch, where she worked under the name of Monet Dior, and then later, she also started working up north occasionally (also under that alternate name), at the new Wild Horse Canyon Ranch outside of Reno. I almost caught up with her there at the WHCR's original, temporary facility in October of 2002 (we missed each other on that occasion by less than 24 hours).

I was beginning to think that it might not be in the cards for us to ever share time together, but in late 2003 word came down that the original Sex Artist (her nickname) had returned "home" to the Chicken Ranch for the winter, and was once again working there (under her original CR name of Paris). Overjoyed, but still leery that our schedules might once again conspire to keep up apart, I made plans for my annual spring break visit to Pahrump with the renewed hope that she and I would finally get to spend some long-awaited time with each other. After contacting Paris via e-mail, we agreed to meet on the afternoon of St. Patrick's Day 2004.

I arrived at the CR's Leghorn Bar around 8:30 P.M. local time on Tuesday (St. Paddy's eve) after having traveled all day to get there. Due to a snowstorm causing travel delays in the Midwest, plus driving up to Pahrump from Phoenix, AZ (to where I had flown since I was headed back there for the weekend), it made for one VERY long day. Fortunately, on this trip I skipped staying in Las Vegas and had booked a room locally. So upon cleaning up after arriving and checking into the Pahrump Station, I headed on down to the CR to say hello to several of my friends there, some of which I knew would be leaving with the shift change the following day. Upon getting buzzed in at the front gate and indicating that I was heading to the bar, I walked into the Leghorn to see my sweet, sexy friend Jade sitting at the bar conversing with a couple of guys. It had been almost four years since I had last seen (and partied with) Jade, but she recognized me immediately and greeted me warmly. We were soon joined by our mutual friend Andrea, who was looking as hot as delicious ever! I had hoped to party with Andrea for the third consecutive year during this trip, but both of these outstanding ladies were packing to leave first thing in the morning in order to head up to the Wild Horse (so they could be present for the WHCR's Toga Party, planned for the following week). So we settled on just catching up with each other this time, with a promise to try to hook up during CWMC-8 in Reno this July, a mere four months hence. After about a half an hour, Paris made her way into the Leghorn to say hello and reconfirm our plans for the following afternoon. Though she too also still works up at the 'Horse (again, as Monet Dior), she had chosen to skip the festivities there the following week in favor of extending her current stint at the CR. Paris was also every bit as lovely as I remembered, and we finally had a good chance to get to know each better now that we could talk in person.

Physically, Paris is simply spectacular! It's unfortunate that so many men are intimidated by the sight of a woman who some might say is of Amazonian stature. At 6' 2" myself, I'm certainly not afraid of taller ladies. In fact, I find them to be a rare treat, but many guys (even tall ones) seem to prefer more petite women. They just don't know what they're missing! Paris stands just a hair under 6' tall (towering above that threshold in heels) and is perfectly proportioned for that height. Her ample 38DD breasts are all-natural (!), and are capped by lovely large areola and very responsive, perky nipples. Paris' legs seem to go on forever, and are in fantastic shape due to her dancing activities when she's not working at the brothels. Her thick, juicy backside is just perfection for those who like their ladies to "back dat ass up" and "shake it like a salt shaker" (sorry, I couldn't resist, and as Paris will attest, I just love hip-hop music). The CR's website profile lists her weight at 160 pounds, but don't let that statistic mislead you, this lady does not have ANY excess body fat. Remember, she's 5' 11" and everything she has is toned and trim - with nary an ounce of cellulite either. Her skin is silky smooth and flawless, a radiant dark chocolate brown, unmarred by any tattoos. In fact, I marveled at how incredibly smooth her legs were to the touch. I know it can be tough for many women to keep their gams stubble-free, but Paris' were especially heavenly to caress. And speaking of shaving, yes her sweet, sexy kitty is perfectly bald as well!

So on Tuesday night, Paris and I sat and talked (in between several calls for lineups in the parlor), and found out that we had much in common. She warned me that she could talk my ears off, and I her the same. Almost needless to say, we hit it off big-time. Now I was looking forward even more to our intimate encounter the next day. As the clock passed midnight, it was time for me to depart, in order to get a complete night's sleep so I would be rested, refreshed, and ready to go the next day. We said our good nights, and I bade farewell (for now) to the lovely duo of Andrea and Jade. The next day, after a restful night's slumber and a hearty breakfast, it was finally time to head down Homestead Road and actually party with the breathtaking Paris.

I arrived at the Chicken Ranch right about 1 P.M. on a brilliantly sunny, but unseasonably hot St. Patrick's Day, eagerly awaiting my tryst with the magnificent Paris. Greeted warmly by the staff (as always), I waited briefly in the parlor while Paris was informed of my arrival. Even though it's been over a year since that main room underwent a complete remodeling, the CR's parlor still seems new. It's elegant decor and comfortable "homey" feel mark a vast improvement over the old layout and its infamous plastic seat-covered sofas. During my brief wait, a couple of courtesans escorted clients out from the back after their sessions. Both guys had that characteristic "freshly laid" smiles on their faces. The next shuffle from down the long, central hallway was that of Paris coming out to greet me. After exchanging a few pleasantries with Debbie (the ever-attentive house manager), Paris and I headed back to her current room, number eleven, in the northeast corner of the house. Because of the nice weather, I indicated that I'd love to include some time at the nearby pool in our session, but unfortunately the abnormally early arrival of warm weather had caught the CR's maintenance staff by surprise. Thus, the outdoor aquatic facilities had yet to be prepared and opened for the season. As a result, we merely incorporated some time in one of the CR's two indoor jacuzzi's into our session.

Negotiations with Paris were a breeze. I had told her previously that I was looking for a longer, relaxed session with plenty of time for us to explore each other's bodies, souls, and sexual spirits. She informed me that use of the Bungalows no longer command a specific minimum price, and also confirmed that the CR's previous policy of adding a surcharge to credit card payments was no longer in effect. Both are welcome changes, in my opinion, but I felt that the coziness of room #11 (along with its overhead mirror) would be a perfectly adequate setting for our long-awaited first encounter. I also indicated that I would be interested in including some "toys" in our playtime, and Paris willingly obliged (but with the impish request for a promise that I not "wear her out" with them). We agreed on a multi-hour session and I immediately accepted her initial offer on price. Though I'm sure I could've talked her down a little, I thought her offer to be fair and not overly inflated (especially since she knew I was a long-time brothel patron). I also wanted her to know that I appreciated all the time and effort it took for us to get together and didn't want to spoil the session before it even began by trying to drive too a hard bargain. And since I hadn't partied the prior evening, I knew I could go a little higher than what I might have planned to otherwise. When all was said and done, the final price, time, and activity "ratio" actually worked out to be well within the conventionally accepted range for an LPIN experience with a top courtesan such as Paris.

After the DC and financial arrangements, I took a brief shower while she booked the party and then it was time for the real fun to begin. Paris put on some hip-hop music and we began to play with each other's bodies. She complimented me on my soft skin (I try to take good care of myself - especially so before visiting the dry air of the desert southwest) and was pleasantly surprised by the grooming efforts I take with my pubic/genital region. I have yet to find an LPIN courtesan, porn star, or escort who didn't appreciate my efforts in that particular area. Our bodies fit together perfectly, and as Paris and I intertwined, the images from the mirror above the bed served to only heighten our building sexual passions. Teasing her hardening nipples, then kissing and suckling them into delicious peaks, I worshiped Paris' abundant breasts. Slipping a condom onto my fully engorged member, she proceeded to orally and manually stimulate me to a even higher plane of sexual pleasure, while I buried my face between her thighs, licking, teasing, and probing her rapidly moistening pleasure zones with my nimble tongue. She maneuvered on top of me and when I finally entered her sweet, wet pussy I was in total bliss. Our rhythms matched the pulsating beats of the music as we continued on for quite some time before I finally came with a flourish.

Following the requisite clean-up, we spent several minutes recovering in each other's arms before it was time to head off to the Jacuzzi. For those of you familiar with the layout of the Chicken Ranch, you know it's just a few short steps from room #11 to the Spa area. It was really a shame we couldn't be outdoors on such a magnificent day, but the company more than made up for our remaining inside. We entered the warm pool and immediately embraced each other again, spending the next 20 minutes or so relaxing, sharing tactile stimulation as well as more scintillating conversation, learning more about each other. Our conversations revealed, among other things, that during some time she spent living in New York, Paris had known and worked (dancing) with the legendary adult entertainer (and perhaps, my all-time favorite porn star), Heather Hunter. Our verbal exchanges were every bit as intellectually stimulating as our physical ones were in the sensual and sexual arenas.

I can't begin to tell you how good it felt to be with Paris and to hold and caress her lovely nude form in the bubbly waters, or how wonderful it was to massage her beautiful skin and firm musculature once we returned to her room. Total sensory turn-on - stimulation of mind, body, soul, and spirit is the closest I can come. Needless to say, passions continued to rise to a fever pitch, so to speak, and shortly, we were off into round two. This time, we incorporated a vibrator into our activities, to our mutual delight. After a total of well over three hours of heavenly time together, many positions, and massive amounts of pleasure, it was time to wrap up our session. After a final clean-up, we dressed and headed back out to the parlor.

It was but a brief farewell; however, as I had plans to return to the Leghorn Bar that evening to celebrate the holiday with the CR ladies working that evening and any CWMers who might respond to my previously posted invitation to join me there at that time. And indeed, two online posters (along with a couple of locals and a few others who just happened to stop in) did join us that evening. As the night progressed, Paris stopped by and added her charm and wit to the fun as well. We watched some NBA-TV together (Paris and I are both huge pro hoops fans, both of the NBA and the WNBA, another thing we have in common) to catch up on the latest scores and highlights. All in all, it was a near-perfect day - which made the almost six year wait well worth it (but, in a way, even more frustrating for the time lost in which we could have discovered the pleasure of each other's company much sooner). As the night and my visit came to a conclusion (after I took a planned tour with the lovely Katherine), Paris and I both know that it won't take another six years for us to share each other's company again.

So gentlemen, if you're looking for a first-class courtesan, an excellent conversationalist, a physically spectacular woman, and an unforgettable erotic adventure, please don't hesitate to seek out this extraordinary person known as the original Sex Artist - Paris of the Chicken Ranch (Monet Dior when she's appearing at the Wild Horse Canyon Ranch)!

-submitted by Speed Racer