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The Cast:
I set a rule for myself when writing up my report, and I
thought I’d share, just to spread the idea. Anything written about what
happened behind the Green Door was privately
approved by the lady or ladies involved before being made public.
With that said, and before I get into the main report, here’s a quick summary of my impressions of the people I met over the course of my week at the Wild Horse:
Alex Dreams: Gorgeous blonde with a big heart and a down home southern attitude. Warm, understanding, and a lot of fun.
Bella Sophia: One of the smartest, most interesting, and yes, beautiful people I have had the pleasure of meeting. She will challenge you on every level, but if you're prepared to rise to that challenge, you will have the experience of a lifetime.
Carolina: Sweet, caring, and casual. Also knows how to cut loose and have a good time. One way or another, you can’t help but feel good when she’s around.
Casey Lace: My first. She was incredibly good to me. Not just in the party, but for the whole week. We spent hours talking just about every night, and she watched out for me, too. A sexy lady and a good friend.
Cheyenne: I didn’t see too much of her, but what I did see was mischievous, encouraging, and very warm.
Dave: The bartender I saw just about every night. We didn’t talk much. I didn’t drink much. But he’s a darned cool guy and he takes good care of everyone.
Dolci: I spent most of my last night talking to her. Very cool to hang out with. The best parts of home wrapped up in a neat package, to be found just when you least expect it.
Jenna Monroe: Incredible woman. Unbelievably beautiful in mind, body, and spirit. A dream come true. I only wish we’d had more time together. Then again, I’d probably still be saying that even if I’d spent the entire week with her.
Janelle Monroe: Took me under her wing before I even got within a thousand miles of the WH. Generous of spirit, light of heart, life of the party. She sings, she dances, she takes care of you, she listens… she brightens up the whole room just by being in it. I believe it is physically impossible to be unhappy in her presence.
Lady Hot Hands: The massage lady. I met her only in passing, but she’s cool. I’ve heard nothing but good things about her.
Shelly DuShell: I didn’t see much of her, but she kept me company when I was feeling my worst.
Smoothdog: Only met him in passing (we were both otherwise occupied), but I’m glad I got the chance to at least shake his hand. Wish we could have gotten to know each other a little better. He made a very good impression.
Susan: Madame of the house. I saw her for a couple of minutes on my last morning. Just long enough to thank her for this truly exceptional place she’s created.
Veronica: Sleek, sexy, always energetic, and very playful.
Yvette: Bright and elegant lady with a good heart. She took care of me during some of my rougher patches. Always welcome company.
Day One: Casey Lace, The
Girl You Wish Was Next Door
I’ll start with the journey there. By the time my flight got in, I got everything together, and got to the hotel, it was already pretty late, even without the 3-hour time change. Went for what I thought would be a quick bite at the Peppermill’s 24-hour café (the only place still open), but, from the time I sat down to the time I left, it took the better part of an hour to get a simple burger. (I think I came in at the wrong time. Service was much better in the following days.)
After dinner, I took a shower, repacked, and hit the road. Following the advice of some of my fellow board members, I carefully kept to the speed limit. From my experience so far, it seems that advice was sound. Despite the fact that I was on an interstate, I was almost never passed while going the limit, and actually went by more than a few cars going under the limit.
I got to the WH at about 1am. Guard stopped me at the gate to tell me the rules (turn your cell phone off, leave anything dangerous (utility knife, etc) in the car), then wished me a good time.
I’ll mention here (since it doesn’t really fit particularly well anywhere else) that they really take care of boards members. The Buckaroo Bucks (which I’m saving up to make my last party a little extra special) are the main thing, but I kept running across other small perks. “Oh yeah. Because you’re a boards member, let me give you this…” It was really cool, and just another incentive (as if you needed another one) to join up and be part of the community.
Going inside, I was a little surprised that the saloon area was smaller than I’d expected. Hearing of it as a separate part of the WH with its own door and a full menu, I’d sort of pictured it as a restaurant with a bar area. Instead, it was about the size of the bar area within many restaurants, or a good-sized lounge.
Once I got over my initial surprise, however, I realized that, for what it needs to be, it’s a good size. Enough space to spread out, but small enough to feel intimate. You can move freely about, with no walls or booths to block your way, but the set-up of the couches, tables, and chairs makes it easy to have a semi-private conversation with one person or a small group.
I got a drink at the bar and went to sit down. I had enough time to get a good look around and take in the atmosphere before I was approached by three ladies. One was wearing a short plaid skirt, which I immediately “recognized.” Turns out it’s not the skirt from Casey’s avatar, but it was close enough that I stepped over to introduce myself, earning me a warm hug.
The other two ladies had settled themselves on the couch next to where I’d been sitting (one in the other’s lap), but my greeting with Casey was enough to convince the third (whose name I never got) to quietly slip away.
I sat down with Casey, and was surprised to discover that the gorgeous blonde sitting next to me was Alex Dreams. I’ve heard it before, but now I’ve seen it for myself. Pictures do not do this lady justice.
I sat and chatted with Alex and Casey for nearly an hour. I didn’t feel too guilty about it because the rest of the place was fairly quiet. It was like sitting down with two old friends. Casual, comfortable, fun.
After that, they took me on a tour of the place, then asked me if I’d like to go back to the negotiating room, making it clear that there was no pressure if I wasn’t ready. I told Alex sincerely that I’d see her another day, then went back with Casey. Negotiations were simple and straightforward, and there was no pressure or difficulty while I weighed my budget and pondered my options. We got the formalities over with just as easily, and then Casey led me back to her room.
It was my first time for everything, and she knew it. She did everything she could to make it as special as possible. We took things slowly, easily… and yet, somehow, the time flew by. I got the chance to really explore that incredible body, and I made the most of it. My inexperience wasn’t a problem for her (though it was very flattering when she questioned it), and there’s no doubt that she knows what she’s doing.
We partied until the end of her shift, then came back out to the bar. We sat and chatted for another hour and a half. It was past both our bedtimes, but we were too awake and enjoying each other’s company too much to leave.
Janelle came over for a while, too. I’d seen her briefly in passing earlier, but she’d been fairly preoccupied for most of the evening. I gave her a little something I’d brought as a token of my appreciation , and, at that hour, more than ready for a good night’s sleep, she got fairly emotional over it. Fortunately, she paused between hugs long enough for me to take in some oxygen, so it was all good.
I’m still smiling over the memories, and getting ready to go back and make some new ones.
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