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Reporter: Chubby
Date Received: November 6, 2005
Date of Party: October 31, 2005
Saw this young lady's pictures on Cathouselovers.com a few days ago
(VERY nice)...and as Reno was only a 2 hour detour from a trip I had to
make, decided to see what she was like in the flesh.
Moundhouse, Halloween evening. Few, if any, cars in all the
Ranch parking lots. Dead as I've ever seen it.
Hit the MLBR first : 12 women, and 1 customer: me. Ms.Summer,
tres cute, masquerading as "Red" (Riding Hood). Didn't know
about the recent Becca furor or would never have gone in there. May
never do so again. (besides, Gypsy quit)
Next stop , the Sagebrush: 2 tired-looking suspects, who could
barely crawl off their barstools for a line-...er...pair-up?. Chatted with
the floormaid about favorites no longer in the Life (a long, long list).
Saved Kit Kat for last. I guess, to prolong the anticipation,
and maybe postpone the disenchantment. She might not even be working.
Buzzed the gate around 9:00, and was admitted to a nearly
empty parlor:
Only the witch/vampire(?) bartender, and
Diamond, sitting in her bathrobe, smoking, watching the Steelers
and dog-ass Ravens stink it up on national television.
Re-introduced myself to Diamond, or more properly, "Bambi Brown",
her new stage name, then asked:
How she liked doing porn? (Picture a long-nailed feminine hand,
held palm-down, fingers spread, waggling side to side),
How was the money, compared to LPIN? (Seems to depend on how many
of her orifices a girl is willing to have enlarged/penetrated, simultaneously
and/or multiple-y, By guys well-endowed enough to inseminate livestock).
Bought Diamond/Bambi a drink, not sure what (something that cost
$7, if I was paying for it, is all I know).
She said it had been a slow day, and many ladies with kids were
out trick-or-treating with them.
Only 3 other girls in the dark, nearly empty house:
Mercedes, Desiree, and ...Elizabeth (Yes!).
All three wandered through, eventually, quietly. Desiree
(I think) in a yellow bikini (I can see why people are taken by her),
Mercedes, in thong and two-postage-stamp bra...
and Elizabeth, almost unrecognizable: Long white terrycloth robe
and straight, black, shoulder-length Halloween wig, that made me
think of 60's Playboy playmates.
Had to wait, not long, while she took a brief tour with a younger,
hefty guy, who materialized suddenly out of nowhere... and is probably
the only monger in the Free World who hasn't read the cliche "Clean clothes,
clean body" advice. Cool t-shirt though, almost covered his entire
stomach.
Asked for my own, and found it easy to negotiate a short party of
mutual play (no oral on her}... that left plenty of bread for more of those
$7 highballs. Elizabeth herself is a beer drinker, Miller Light,
I think (only $4 a pop, if you're interested).
Her body, when she came back from the cashier and dropped
the robe, is every bit as nice as the photo layout would lead you to believe.
She likes the gym, and it shows: Fit and firm everywhere, but without
too-overtly muscular definition.
A few tats, airbrushed in the pics, which I did not find at all
distracting, and implants... of a size that nicely suits the rest of her
figure, and are quite soft to the touch.
Beautifully rounded ass, especially when up on her hands and knees.
(!!!!!)
Had a pleasant first party, then adjourned to the bar for drink,
some talk...then back to her room for another round, 45 minutes later.
Half-and-half this time. Tight, athletic, and more than willing
to work at making it a good time.
Got her to lose the wig, which is how I preferred her.
The short hair (Too short, she thinks) accentuates fine eyes and a nicely
shaped head. Might be interesting to see her with a Louise Brooks
style pageboy(?)
A sweet young woman, with a warm, easy manner ...who can give a
very satisfyingly deep blow job... or a spirited, athletic, cowgirl.
Lovely in a girl-next-door kind of way, just as her ad says.
Nice girl...not averse to a three way, if you've got the bucks... and let
her choose her partner. As she put it: "Better an average looking
girl with a great personality, than a beautiful one who's a bitch." (Sound
farmiliar?)
I plan to return as soon as I can. Ever notice that women
you like best are never around long enough?
If you're curious, Elizabeth works the 11AM to 11PM shift.
Take a look at the pictures, push the buzzer at the pink gate.
Buy her a beer and talk to her yourself for a while...and if you like what
you find...Take the tour.
To me, Kit Kat pricing tends to be less horrendously high than it's
neighbors'. Not cheap by any means, but not quite so ridiculous,
ruinous.
Think: Sagebrush Ranch before the invasion of the bar-Bunnarians.
Do remember, negotiating TIME there, up front, is important.
I swore off LPIN a few months ago, deciding there were better, more
long-term satisfying things to do with the increasingly large amounts of
money it was costing. Hadn't quite reached Vernon's "$40 max" level,
but was leaning strongly to the idea that LPIN sex, for me, is a $100 activity.
Well...a new 25 cubic ft. refigerator, new gas barbeque, a
valve job, for a '73 Mercedes 280 (Still a pig on the hills, dammit!),
@ $3k cash to kids and Mom, and a nearly-full gas-stove-and-wide-screen-HDTV
slush fund, later...
I think I made the right decision.
But I can't help missing... not so much the occaisional (if rarely)
beautiful women I might find, as much as the whole LPINevada experience.
Pouring over pictures, reading reviews, the boards. Picking
a date, reserving a hotel room.
The drive there: 6 hours of blissful anticipation, with dirty,
decrepit, beautiful Reno at the end of the trail.
Finally, there's Moundhouse itself: The remote, other-worldly, desert
setting. The line-ups, the parlor, the sights, sounds,
the smells...flesh, sweat, perfume, cigarettes...pussy.
Tiny white-walled rooms where memorable things...and everyday, unimportant
it's-just-my-job things, happen...all the time.
The Floating World.
I miss it. Not enough to buy heavily into the over-priced
hype anymore, but enough to try and find some way to keep revisiting the
intense, very fleeting wonder of it all.
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