This report offers an overview of the Shady Lady
Ranch. It does not include evaluations of specific Shady Lady
providers.
The Shady Lady Ranch is located on US 95, a two and a half hour drive from downtown Las Vegas, and 32 miles north of Beatty, NV. Coming from the north, it’s about 35 miles south of Goldfield and a few miles south of Scotty’s Junction. The SLR is located in a broad valley, with very little else nearby, about 200 meters east of the highway--watch for the yellow sign. At night there is the traditional red light. A GPS system is unnecessary--finding the SLR is about as difficult as finding one’s butt with both hands.
The remote location makes the SLR a low key sort of place, and in this reviewer’s opinion contributes to its intimate atmosphere. The SLR website photo shows the grassy front yard, but not the preening peacocks, and not the vast emptiness and overwhelming quiet of the desert beyond, which gives one the sense of having arrived at an exclusive oasis. This is not the sort of place for one who thrives on crowds. Customers typically show up one at a time, with each visitor is treated on a one-on-one basis. It's a very cozy experience. The SLR website statement that all customers are treated as VIPs isn’t idle advertising.
The SLR is licensed for a maximum of five sex providers, who live in separate quarters from the three work spaces. If you’re wondering how five working girls fit into three rooms, the house usually isn’t staffed to its legal capacity—in my experience the number of available ladies is typically three—but the relaxed pace of business seldom creates backlogs. Because of SLR’s limited number of providers Bobbi Davis, the Madame, recommends phoning ahead to make sure the lady of one’s choice will be available. My sense is that only parties of two hours or more are considered ‘official’ reservations, but I’ve found the house cooperative in working out shorter scheduled visits agreeable to both parties. The SLR website isn’t updated daily, and on any given day the advertised lineup listed might have a missing face—or a new face—which is another reason to phone ahead. Given unforeseeable events such as ladies not showing up, unscheduled departures, etc., Bobbi simply isn’t able to provide lineups far into the future.
The SLR is best known for its fixed prices, a welcome exception to the industry’s conspiracy of silence on the subject of cost for services. Prices are posted on the SLR website, and are displayed on a menu board in the SLR parlor. They describe exactly what one can expect prior to handing over one’s money. Parties are priced by time; the more time purchased, the more activities are offered. At the beginning of the party the provider activates a timer for the appropriate length of stay. Certain exotic services—"whips and chains and Great Danes"—as Bobbi dryly describes them—may be available from certain providers, and these services are negotiated. But like any brothel, it's simply common sense to discuss with one’s companion beforehand what will go down during the party—or perhaps I should say, who will go down.
The heart of the SLR is a double-wide three bedroom modular unit. In refreshing contrast to some rural brothels, whose back rooms resemble shelters constructed by the homeless. Bobbi has meticulously decorated each room. From the porch one enters directly into the parlor, whose soft fabrics and subtle lighting are a breathtaking transition from the brilliant desert sun. Off the parlor to the left is a roomy master bedroom suite, for parties of two hours or more, with heart-shaped Jacuzzi. To the right is a hallway leading to the Asian room. This exotic shadowy place of rattan, rich woods, and reds, is an exciting place for evening events. At the end of the hall is Victorian room. This cozy room’s southern exposure makes it a pleasant sunny place for morning dalliances. Each of the three work spaces has a full private bathroom with shower, and plenty of good quality fresh towels.
Bobbi reports she has tried running a bar, but didn’t have the volume business to make it pay. Since everyone arrives by auto, customers avoided drinking, but bought the girls drinks. On slow evenings the girls bought themselves drinks, and too many evenings ended with too many tipsy working girls, so the bar is history. One can request a lineup, or request the company of a specific lady.
Bobbi generally works evenings, staying up until closing time at midnight. ‘Ask me anything,’ her website says, and Bobbi has always been agreeable to answering questions about her working girls. In a public internet post she once stated that she began her career in the sex industry working in a massage parlor, later opening her own massage parlor before moving to Nevada and becoming a Madame. I see her as an American success story. She is a very savvy lady who has forgotten more about the sex industry than many of the self-appointed experts who post on the internet, and her opinions, based on a lifetime of experience, are always worth consideration.
Jim is Bobbi’s affable companion, the person who usually greets early morning visitors while Bobbi sleeps in after working evenings. The perpetual twinkle in his eye reminds me of the joke where the guy tells his friend he’s gotten a job in a brothel for five dollars an hour. When the friend comments that five an hour isn’t very much, he replies "yes, but that’s all I could afford to pay."
Kathy, the housekeeper, also serves as daytime Madame from around 9AM to 6PM. She modestly says she’s not much on housekeeping, but enjoys schmoozing with the customers. Having such an utterly charming straight woman facilitate one’s sexual dalliances adds a special pleasure to any visit. She’s my favorite Shady Lady, and I’ve joked with her that partying with the working girls is simply my excuse to visit with her. If you phone the SLR and you’re not sure whether it's Kathy or Bobbi who has answered, here’s a clue—Kathy has the sexier voice. (Sorry, Bobbi)
Admittedly the SLR is an out of the way place, but the low prices more than compensate for the extra mileage involved in getting there. Those who insist on sports bars and ‘bungalows’ probably would be happier spending considerably more to visit the big houses—but for those who want an intimate encounter more reminiscent of the class old west brothel, in a place where both the working girls and the management are special people, I’d recommend the Shady Lady.
I sense that Bobbi monitors this forum, and if she reads this report, I hope she will email the editor with any comment or factual corrections, and that he will append her remarks.
The Shady Lady Ranch is located on US 95, a two and a half hour drive from downtown Las Vegas, and 32 miles north of Beatty, NV. Coming from the north, it’s about 35 miles south of Goldfield and a few miles south of Scotty’s Junction. The SLR is located in a broad valley, with very little else nearby, about 200 meters east of the highway--watch for the yellow sign. At night there is the traditional red light. A GPS system is unnecessary--finding the SLR is about as difficult as finding one’s butt with both hands.
The remote location makes the SLR a low key sort of place, and in this reviewer’s opinion contributes to its intimate atmosphere. The SLR website photo shows the grassy front yard, but not the preening peacocks, and not the vast emptiness and overwhelming quiet of the desert beyond, which gives one the sense of having arrived at an exclusive oasis. This is not the sort of place for one who thrives on crowds. Customers typically show up one at a time, with each visitor is treated on a one-on-one basis. It's a very cozy experience. The SLR website statement that all customers are treated as VIPs isn’t idle advertising.
The SLR is licensed for a maximum of five sex providers, who live in separate quarters from the three work spaces. If you’re wondering how five working girls fit into three rooms, the house usually isn’t staffed to its legal capacity—in my experience the number of available ladies is typically three—but the relaxed pace of business seldom creates backlogs. Because of SLR’s limited number of providers Bobbi Davis, the Madame, recommends phoning ahead to make sure the lady of one’s choice will be available. My sense is that only parties of two hours or more are considered ‘official’ reservations, but I’ve found the house cooperative in working out shorter scheduled visits agreeable to both parties. The SLR website isn’t updated daily, and on any given day the advertised lineup listed might have a missing face—or a new face—which is another reason to phone ahead. Given unforeseeable events such as ladies not showing up, unscheduled departures, etc., Bobbi simply isn’t able to provide lineups far into the future.
The SLR is best known for its fixed prices, a welcome exception to the industry’s conspiracy of silence on the subject of cost for services. Prices are posted on the SLR website, and are displayed on a menu board in the SLR parlor. They describe exactly what one can expect prior to handing over one’s money. Parties are priced by time; the more time purchased, the more activities are offered. At the beginning of the party the provider activates a timer for the appropriate length of stay. Certain exotic services—"whips and chains and Great Danes"—as Bobbi dryly describes them—may be available from certain providers, and these services are negotiated. But like any brothel, it's simply common sense to discuss with one’s companion beforehand what will go down during the party—or perhaps I should say, who will go down.
The heart of the SLR is a double-wide three bedroom modular unit. In refreshing contrast to some rural brothels, whose back rooms resemble shelters constructed by the homeless. Bobbi has meticulously decorated each room. From the porch one enters directly into the parlor, whose soft fabrics and subtle lighting are a breathtaking transition from the brilliant desert sun. Off the parlor to the left is a roomy master bedroom suite, for parties of two hours or more, with heart-shaped Jacuzzi. To the right is a hallway leading to the Asian room. This exotic shadowy place of rattan, rich woods, and reds, is an exciting place for evening events. At the end of the hall is Victorian room. This cozy room’s southern exposure makes it a pleasant sunny place for morning dalliances. Each of the three work spaces has a full private bathroom with shower, and plenty of good quality fresh towels.
Bobbi reports she has tried running a bar, but didn’t have the volume business to make it pay. Since everyone arrives by auto, customers avoided drinking, but bought the girls drinks. On slow evenings the girls bought themselves drinks, and too many evenings ended with too many tipsy working girls, so the bar is history. One can request a lineup, or request the company of a specific lady.
Bobbi generally works evenings, staying up until closing time at midnight. ‘Ask me anything,’ her website says, and Bobbi has always been agreeable to answering questions about her working girls. In a public internet post she once stated that she began her career in the sex industry working in a massage parlor, later opening her own massage parlor before moving to Nevada and becoming a Madame. I see her as an American success story. She is a very savvy lady who has forgotten more about the sex industry than many of the self-appointed experts who post on the internet, and her opinions, based on a lifetime of experience, are always worth consideration.
Jim is Bobbi’s affable companion, the person who usually greets early morning visitors while Bobbi sleeps in after working evenings. The perpetual twinkle in his eye reminds me of the joke where the guy tells his friend he’s gotten a job in a brothel for five dollars an hour. When the friend comments that five an hour isn’t very much, he replies "yes, but that’s all I could afford to pay."
Kathy, the housekeeper, also serves as daytime Madame from around 9AM to 6PM. She modestly says she’s not much on housekeeping, but enjoys schmoozing with the customers. Having such an utterly charming straight woman facilitate one’s sexual dalliances adds a special pleasure to any visit. She’s my favorite Shady Lady, and I’ve joked with her that partying with the working girls is simply my excuse to visit with her. If you phone the SLR and you’re not sure whether it's Kathy or Bobbi who has answered, here’s a clue—Kathy has the sexier voice. (Sorry, Bobbi)
Admittedly the SLR is an out of the way place, but the low prices more than compensate for the extra mileage involved in getting there. Those who insist on sports bars and ‘bungalows’ probably would be happier spending considerably more to visit the big houses—but for those who want an intimate encounter more reminiscent of the class old west brothel, in a place where both the working girls and the management are special people, I’d recommend the Shady Lady.
I sense that Bobbi monitors this forum, and if she reads this report, I hope she will email the editor with any comment or factual corrections, and that he will append her remarks.
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