Jacqui and Heidi (aka Jekyll and Hyde) - Chapter 16

Dale's spur-of-the-moment idea of going to Las Vegas to 'surprise' his wife proved more difficult in its execution than first thought. At the time it had seemed to be a good idea, a fun idea, but in practice the trip seemed set to fail from the start.

It began with checking in at Philadelphia International to be told that the flight to McCarran had been cancelled, "technical problems" the unsmiling check-in clerk said and, "… doesn't look like there's another guaranteed seat on tomorrow's flights either .."

Given that he only had a short window to carry out his surprise visit such a delay threatened the whole campaign and he scrambled to find a flight with an alternative airline or another route, hence he found himself flying coach to Phoenix then rushing to find and pick up a flight from there to Vegas. Not the best start to what was supposed to be a fun trip.

His next 'problem' was that following his late arrival in Vegas was the admission that he really had no clear idea of exactly where his wife was working. His whole trip was based on the snatched conversation he had with her when she had whispered 'Cougar Springs, Las Vegas' to him as she was leaving the event to which Robert, her master, had invited him weeks ago in New Orleans. That, and other snippets of information gleaned from Robert over the ensuing weeks who had teasingly told him that he had found paid work for her in a brothel and, ".. did you know that in Nevada brothels were only permissible in certain counties and certainly not allowed in the city of Las Vegas itself." Robert had also mentioned that she would be catering for a 'high-end clientele' at this business owned by a very good friend and that his expectation was that this place where she would be 'working' would have some kind of vetting system in place with no riff-raff allowed.

"That's good to know," Dale thought to himself when he had been contemplating his options of how, as a non riff-raff person, he might go to Nevada to sample her wares.

It wasn't much to go on but his dilemma and getting the answer of her whereabouts proved surprisingly easy and came in the guise of the fount of all knowledge, the cab driver who picked him up as he emerged bleary-eyed from the McCarran arrivals terminal.

"Welcome to Vegas, where to, buddy?"

At least that much he was certain, Dale told him, "MGM Grand."

"Good choice, you here for a convention or something?"

"Yeah, something like that and a bit of downtime."

The cabbie laughed, "Ya come to the right place for that. Whadda ya lookin' for, this downtime?"

"I heard of a place called Cougar Springs, you know of it?"

"Another good choice, sure I heard of it. It's a ranch out of town, I drive a lot of guys out there. They gotta lot of nice girls, ain't cheap and they're choosy about who they let in ..," he looked in his mirror and quickly surveyed Dale and added with another laugh, ".. but you look like you'll pass the test!"

He rummaged on the seat and pulled out a small folder and handed it over his shoulder, ".. here, take a look at their 'catalogue'. They got some really nice looking pussy."

Dale opened the folder to reveal a pack of postcard-size portraits. Each one had a small bio extolling the virtues of the lovely lady pictured. He riffled through the pack and was delighted to find a picture of Jacqui his wife (or, as the caption stated, Heidi) and an accolade that stated she was a 'new girl at the house and was 'very accommodating'.

Problem solved, he'd found her.

The cabbie glanced again in his mirror and saw the picture Dale was examining, ".. and yet another good choice. I heard tell she's something special, she's a real cutie, looks more like a cute wife than a whore. Ya'll have fun if you get her … you interested in taking a ride out there? I can put in a good word for you and get you a good discount ..."

Dale laughed inside listening to the cabbie's spiel, he sounded all the world like he was a pimp and would have most probably have said exactly the same thing regardless of what girl's picture he was holding.

"… ya'll need to give them a call, they don't do 'walk-ins'. Their number's on the back of the card, keep it, I've got spares."

All was said with good humour and Dale was reminded that Las Vegas was quite the special place where anything and everything was available … at a price. As they drew up outside the MGM Grand he pocketed the card and after paying his fare, accepted the cabbie's advice and made a tentative arrangement to be collected the following morning for the ride to Cougar Springs.


He made the call to Cougar Springs his priority as soon as he got to his room. He wasn't quite sure how one went about such things for he had never dealt with a whorehouse on such a formal basis before. For sure, back in his Navy days he had seen a few places of 'ill repute' but none which called be called a properly run business, an organised brothel and, as such, he was bemused by the matter-of-fact efficiency that his request was received by a cheerful receptionist and to have an 'appointment' confirmed.

"Yes Sir, we have availability tomorrow ... what time of day would you prefer? …

"Late morning? Lemme see, yes, that can be arranged … 11 o'clock; will it be for just a 1-hour session? …

"2 hours, yes, that's fine … Do you have any special needs or allergies? …

"Will you be paying Card or Cash? …

"Good, that's all booked for you. We look forward to seeing you tomorrow at 11.00."

He called the cabbie to confirm the timings and went to bed full of anticipation as he contemplated his first ever visit to a brothel.

Mid-morning and feeling refreshed he went down to the lobby and found the same cabbie was waiting for him and continuing with the same easy patter from the night before quickly picked up that Dale was indeed a 'novice' and proceeded to give some tips on the expected etiquette of dealing with a high-class establishment such as Cougar Springs … like the necessity of tipping the girls over and above the fee, etc. … how punctuality was important as their clientele were busy people and could not afford to have their time wasted by delays to their own appointments. It all sounded as if it was going to be some kind of production line that he was entering but his driver allayed his fears by saying, ".. from what I hear, you're gonna be very-well taken care of!"

Back at Cougar Springs, Jacqui was saying her goodbyes to a satisfied Mark with a euphoric sense of satisfaction of her own at what a wonderful time she had spent in his company and how much she was enjoying her 'employment' at this most agreeable establishment.

She watched his classic Rolls Royce pull away and contemplated how she might spend the rest of her day without him. There was the pool, if she so cared; there were few trails to walk, if she wanted to enjoy some fresh air; there was the option to go into town, if she could be bothered but, in the event, she didn't have to decide. The telephone rang and the front desk informed her she had a client who was due shortly. She forgot all about finding other things to do and mentally prepared herself for her 11:00 appointment quite ******* exactly who the client would be.

Her goodbye kisses to Mark would have coincided with the moment that Dale's cab was turning off the main highway onto the dirt road leading to the ranch and it only took a short while before the Taxi was pulling over to stop before the security barrier to give room and allow a Rolls Royce to exit. The security guard gave a mock salute of respect to the classic car as it drove out and as the car passed by the taxi Mark gave Dale a 'thumbs up' for causing the delay ******* that he was waving at the man who was married to the woman he had been fucking for the past few days!

As the car departed in a cloud of dust the guard then waved Dale forward to take his details which were dutifully entered on a clipboard. Clearly, Dale thought, this was no amateur establishment as they were directed to go and park outside of the impressive looking ranch house.

He left the taxi with the agreement that the driver would return to collect him mid-afternoon. Feeling a degree of trepidation he entered the foyer of the ranch house and was surprised to see a proper reception desk with an equally proper receptionist seated behind. She gave a friendly smile, confirmed his identity while he confirmed hers from her name badge which identified her as 'Lucy'. Lucy quickly confirmed the details of his '11:00 appointment'.

He looked around the foyer to see the walls were decorated with framed portraits similar to the pictures he had seen in the cabbie's catalogue. However, these ones were a little more erotic in their poses and the bios were more explicit on the available sexual proclivities which intrigued Dale especially when he found Jacqui's portrait and the caption that said she was amicable to 'domination'.

Lucy guessed from his demeanour and his apparent interest at what he was viewing that he must be a first-timer and she asked flat-out, "have you ever been to a 'house' before?"

Dale confessed that he had not.

"Don't you worry, we are all very experienced and discrete. We have heard it all before and our girls are all very good with all levels of experience. Do you have a preference for the type of girl you’d like, blonde, brunette, petite, large breasts? As you can see, we cater for all types."

Dale answered that he preferred the company of petite brunettes and then from his pocket produced Heidi's card kept from the cabbie. He slid it across the desk, "Ah, um, this lovely lady comes highly recommended … (he didn't mention it was hearsay by the cabbie) …. is she available?"

She looked at the postcard and then at her screen, "… one moment .. ah yes, Heidi. I must advise you that she is one of our 'special girls' and that comes with a modest premium over and above the regular rate. If you are happy with that then Heidi will be delighted to entertain you."

Dale nodded. There was no embarrassment about what was being transacted and everything was conducted in the most friendly and natural manner as she 'logged him in'; took his credit card to hold on file; given a pack of condoms and told 'they were required to be used' and to return any that were unused; was told about the photo policy and, finally, to handed over his smart phone. Once that was done she gave him, along with the condoms, a cursory run-through of the sex menu and the house rules. When she was satisfied that he understood all that she had explained she picked up the desk phone and made a call. A few moments later a woman he assumed to be the 'madam' appeared at the inner doorway. She introduced herself as 'Sharon, your Hostess', welcomed him effusively then took his arm and guided him toward the 'salon' from where she came.

They paused at the doorway to give Dale an opportunity to view the sumptuous scene within of several girls dressed in their bustier 'uniforms' relaxing and, he assumed, waiting for their clients.

"I'm told you were looking at the gallery and that you're interested in meeting our lovely Heidi, she seems to be exactly what you are looking for and, lucky for you, she just happens to be available at the moment. Let me introduce you but first I have to tell you that although she has been here only a short time she has become one of our more popular girls and there is a modest premium for her."

Dale scanned the room of elegant lingerie-clad women and said, "That will not be a problem. Is she here?"

Sharon again took his arm and they entered the room and began to weave their way between the couches. Up to this point he not yet seen Jacqui as she was hidden and out of his line of sight but after a few steps there she was and the effect on Dale was for him to almost have an instant hard-on at the sight. She was wearing a bustier very much like the one in the card and as she sat quietly talking to a similarly dressed girl did she ever look the part of being a high-class courtier!

Dale's guide gave a quiet cough and Jacqui looked away from her female confidante and was shocked but equally thrilled at the sight of her husband standing in front of her waiting to be introduced.

Sharon said with a twinkle in her eye, "Heidi, here's someone I'd like you to meet. He tells me that you remind him of someone."

Jacqui had never been so surprised in her life! No, not surprised, that is an overwhelming understatement, and 'shocked' didn't even come close. The emotions that began running through her mind were going, like a zillion miles a second; never in her wildest imagination did she expect to see 'her Dale' standing there! However, her professional resolve held firm and taking every bit of self-control to control her emotions she greeted him just as she would any other customer … when all she really wanted to do was smother her husband in hugs and kisses.

She held out her hand and said in her sweetest voice, "Hello, pleased to meet you. I'm Heidi, what do I owe the honour, how can I help you?"

Sharon nodded her approval and left them alone to get to know each other better. As soon as she was out of earshot Jacqui let the mask slip and whispered, "How in the world did you ever find me .. does Robert know you're here?"

Dale said, "I think he suspects that I might try something like this but, no worries, I'm sure he's cool with it."

"You do know that boyfriends and husbands aren't allowed here, don't you. You didn't say anything when you called, did you?" she asked anxiously.

Dale squeezed her hand, "Don't worry. I haven't told anyone who I am. As far as they are concerned I'm just another tired business man who's willing to pay a premium in search of a beautiful woman who's going to share a little fun."

She wasn't convinced about the part of 'Robert being cool with it' but what could she do or say without making a scene.

Sharon returned and said, "It seems you two have found plenty to talk about but we would prefer and perhaps it might be best if you carry on your 'conversation' in your apartment. Would you like to follow me; I'll led the way."

Dale helped his wife to her feet and they shared knowing looks as they followed Sharon on what was a frequent route to her room. As they walked Jacqui whispered to him that they needed to be very careful and very discrete, "There are hidden cameras and microphones everywhere. I'm sure my room is bugged, so be careful what you say to me!"

They reached the door and their hostess turned and said, "OK, time for you two to become better acquainted but remember, Sir, you have only 2 hours with her. Have fun, I'm sure she will treat you very well. Oh, and do remember the condom policy and also remember that we do offer a photographic service for you to be able to take away memento of your visit!"

She opened the door, stood aside and ushered them in and as a parting comment reminded Dale once more about using condoms and, ".. don't forget about the photos, they only cost $50 each!"

As soon as they got into the room Jacqui gave a sigh of relief that she had managed to keep her composure and, for the benefit of any hidden cameras or microphones went instantly into 'whore mode' and just like the gimmick she pulled on Dale at Martin's first presentation party for her some years earlier, she quipped, "I'm sorry Sir, you look familiar but I don't remember your name ... and I certainly can't remember what were your preferences!"

Dale laughed, a laugh that was a combination of relief that he had succeeded in his mad plan of finding his wife and also that in the time they had been apart that she hadn't lost her sense of humour. She adopted a sultry tone to her voice, "I'm sure it will all come back to me, you know, the things you like to do. How about we get down to business."

Dale, now being conscious of hidden mikes and cameras was well versed in how to play up to any unseen audience. Past experience at other 'venues' that they had played at in the past has taught how to behave and indeed they had devised a way to deal with that.

"Ah, how about a little kissing and foreplay to get things started?"

"OK Sir, but first there is a detail to be taken care of, we need to wash your cock and balls."

Dale gave her a quizzical 'what-the-fuck-are-you-talking-about’ look which she returned with a nod to the blinking camera mounted on the ceiling and her well-known classic very annoyed look which, as she slipped out of her bustier, whispered, "you better go along with this".

She was naked; he was still dressed and unsure of what his next move in this game should be. Heidi gave him a clue, "Are you going to undress or should I help you?"

He didn't say anything, he tossed the package of condoms on the nightstand and with her help he was soon naked too, " … there, that's better, isn't it?" She took him by the hand and led him to the bathroom.

She ran the faucet and then with a warm cloth washed his cock which was already standing at full salute. She commented, more loudly than necessary he thought, ".. you have quite a nice cock there Sir, but we don’t want to waste it right away do we?"

Again, he got the 'look' and the idea she must be playing up to those hidden microphones and cameras. He didn't care, it felt good feeling her touches, just as if they were back home when they bathed each other.

She continued with her theatrical voice, ".. there, that looks nice and clean. Let me dry you off and we can get started with that foreplay you asked about."

Under the cover of a tight embrace she whispered, "You can talk out loud and dirty, they expect to hear that, but keep it to a whisper in between when we are close".

Dale whispered back, "Got it; I already figured out the message with the 'look' you gave me a couple of times!"

They returned to the bedroom and lay alongside each other on the bed. Heidi softly caressed Dale's throbbing cock and he returned the favour by running his hand down over her body and feeling the silky smoothness of her skin between her thighs. She gave an involuntary shudder as she felt him slip a finger into her wet cunt.

She wriggled with pleasure and then ensuring she was correctly positioned on the bed so that the camera could see said, "are you ready for me Sir?”

"You bet," was his well-rehearsed response and she laid back on the bed in the missionary position with her legs spread nice and wide and her pussy gaped open.

"Do you like me like this Sir?"

Dale made no comment, he made to roll over but she interrupted him and said to his dismay, "Aren't we forgetting something? Here Sir, let me help you with these …" and she handed him a foil packet and assisted him to roll the condom over his throbbing cock.

He knelt between her legs, made a few dirty comments and thrust his rubber covered cock in between the fleshy lips of her soaking pussy.

While they were fucking, Heidi, in between her moans and gasps, kept telling calling out loud things like , ".. how good your cock feels inside me … (which he liked to believe was true) .. it's been a long time since I've felt a cock as good as yours .. (which he suspected was not quite the truth!) He reciprocated by talking equally as loud and making dirty comments about fucking her 'slutty well-used cunt' which caused her to giggle such was the hammy dialogue that he was struggling to deliver.

In between the amateur dramatics they we were able to exchange a few whispered words which in response to his heart-felt query basically said, "I really, really love you and this is quite an experience here but everything is going just fine. Don't worry about me."

Relieved to hear it, Dale rose up once more and looking down at his condom covered cock slipping and sliding out of her said out loud, "You are a great fuck and I had not had such good pussy in a long time." He followed that with a whisper, "Jacqui, that's so true!" as he felt his climax building.

He filled his first condom.

Dale lay back and tried to catch his breath. Heidi peeled the full condom from his cock, admired the amount before carefully tying it and dropping it in the trash can beside the bed. She likewise was feeling the pleasurable afterglow that results from having been thoroughly fucked but with her insatiable appetite for sex she wanted more. In Dale, her husband, she knew that he could soon be encouraged to give her just that.

If it were at all possible, Heidi's oral skills were considered a match for the way her pussy could pleasure a cock. The way she could alternate between sucking, kissing and licking a cock was one of the most fantastic things that had ever happened to Dale. He was delighted when she leaned over him. With his breathing now returned to normal as she sucked his half-erect penis into her mouth he murmured, "Don't forget to do that butterfly flick thing".

She obliged and fluttered her tongue just behind and under the swelling knob causing him to groan, ".. that feels just as good as when we are at home ..."

She stopped licking and gave him that 'look', shushed him and whispered, ".. stop it with the husband and wife and home talk!"

Admonished, he laid back and decided to keep his thoughts to himself and just silently enjoyed what he knew his wife was so capable of providing. In his mind Jacqui (or Heidi or whatever else she wanted to be called) could be quite the coquette or flirt as well as being quite playful.

He liked her trick of forgetting his name, just like she was now doing. He also liked their previous sex play and fantasies, especially before things really took off with Robert, when they often played 'call girl and client'. As she licked and sucked and 'butterfly'd' his cock he reflected that now she was doing all those things and it was no longer a game, it was the real thing and his mind went from thinking of 'wife Jacqui' to her being 'whore Jacqui' and that she was actually getting paid. The sexual tension went up a few more notches as over his allotted period of 2 hours they managed to fuck twice (proven by the condoms tied off and in the trash can) and for Dale to bring her to an additional orgasm with oral and his busy fingers … but all good things must come to an end.

Heidi sighed with pleasure as Dale continued to lap at her pussy but the sigh turned to one of disappointment when she glanced at the clock on the nightstand and realised that their time together was almost over. She also remembered she was a 'working girl' and knowing the house policy of encouraging customers to take away a 'souvenir', an expensive memento of their visit, she reluctantly reminded him that he had agreed on check-in to having a house photo taken.

Dale lifted his head, thoroughly distracted and visibly deflated by the reminder … on cue, a light knock on the door announced the photographer's arrival.

"Come in ..."

The door opened and a sour-faced bored looking man entered holding a professional digital SLR camera with a flash unit mounted on top. He was completely nonplussed to find the naked couple spread out on the bed before him, he had obviously seen it all before.

Dale attempted to lighten the mood and his embarrassment at being so exposed in front of a complete stranger and, as the photographer began to adjust the settings, he said, "Nice Canon."

The photographer took his eye off the camera and pointedly looked at Dale's half erect cock laying wetly on his thigh and responded with, " .. and your Cannon don't look so bad either, now how many pictures we talking about here?!"

Dale, who had seen the price list ($50 a shot) ignored the comment and said, " just one will do very nicely, thank you."

Heidi interjected, "Aw, I'm sure you said you wanted at least two!"

Aware that she had most probably been encouraged by the management to get the customers to spend more and increase her 'rating' (and maximise their profits by buying photos!) he played along and conceded, "OK, at least two it is then." His generosity was also tempered by the knowledge that anything he spent on this visit would be entered as a legitimate business expense when he submitted his next tax return!

The photographer lifted his camera, "OK, how do you want to do this, what pose do you want to see?"

Dale chose to have a picture taken of Heidi applying her butterfly flick to his cock which had the secondary purpose of him enjoying a prolonged blow job whilst she encouraged his penis back to an erect state.

Heidi chose to have the second photo taken of her giving him a hand job whilst he had his fingers stroking her pussy. Dale thought it as being a straight porno shot but Heidi with a beaming smile on her face was really sending him a subliminal message that she was so happy to be back with her husband and his cock and that she wanted to show both of them off (and to have something to paste in the ****** album once she returned home as a reminder!)

The photographer took his pictures and left them to play out the scenes they had posed for him. The 2-hours were almost up and as Dale enjoyed yet another happy ending it made him wish for more time together to with his wife; he didn't want it to end.

He suggested that he could stay and to pay for another hour with her, " … you know, we could shower together just like old times.".

She gave him another annoyed look suspecting that his words would be picked up by the mics and told him she didn’t think she could do it, "… I don't manage the bookings."

Dale begged her to make the call and get that extra hour.

She sighed, picked up the phone and called. He didn't have to ask the answer, her face said it, the front desk said she already had other clients waiting for her.

For the benefit of the cameras she said, "Sir, your 2-hours are nearly up and if you are not out of here by then Security will be here to escort you out."

Ouch! Dale got off the bed, found his discarded clothes and Heidi, now assuming her Jacqui-persona, followed him off the bed and helped him get dressed.

She looked around the dishevelled bedroom, checked the trash can and counted the unopened foil packets then satisfied that he hadn't left anything behind she gave him a long hug and kiss. She whispered, "I had a wonderful time with you, Dale. I hope to see you again…soon."

Then for the benefit of the cameras she said in her 'normal' voice, "Now Sir, you really have to scoot, I really don’t have much time to get the room ready for my next client”.

She offered to lead him back to reception, which he declined, saying glumly, "I know the way out".

She opened the door. They both stepped aside to allow the maid with her cleaning cart and fresh bed linen to enter.

Dale with heavy feet followed the walkway back to the reception area to retrieve his phone, settle the account and as the Lucy tapped away at the keyboard she asked, "… do you wish to add a tip to that?"

He nodded glumly not really caring as it would ultimately be the IRS that paid the bill, "Yeah, add a hundred."

She sniffed contemptuously (at what he thought was a decent amount) but nevertheless said, "That's very generous sir …," a pause, " … OK, that's all gone through. All that's left is for your photographs to be printed, that is, if you need to take them away with you".

As his taxi had not yet arrived, he elected to wait.

Lucy, not wishing to lose such a valuable and compliant customer, suggested that he might like to buy copies of the gallery pictures too. He was in such a daze that it sounded like an offer he couldn't refuse so he answered, "yes". She also convinced him to have a T-shirt with 'your favourite girl on it' at $40 each even though he wasn't sure on what occasion he would wear a garment printed with an explicit picture of his naked wife .

She tapped away at her terminal for a few moments more and then said, "There, that's all done for you ..." before handing back his credit card, his phone and the printed receipt. "Thank you Sir for your custom. You are welcome to wait in the bar and have a complimentary drink. I'll call you when your cab arrives.

Still in a sexual daze, he followed the direction of her elegantly pointed finger and did as she suggested. He sat himself at a barstool beside two other men sitting at the bar and ordered a drink from an equally elegant looking 'barmaid'. As he sipped his drink he scanned the itemised receipt.

'2 hours at Premium rate - $600'

"What! $600. Some premium, that's an extra $100 per hour …!" he thought.

'2 personalised pictures - $100'

'3 Gallery pictures - $150'

'Personalised T-Shirt - $40'

'Gratuity - $100'

'Total - $990'

'Thank you for your custom - Have a nice day.'

"Coming or going?"

He looked up and turned to look at his enquirer who was seated on the adjacent barstool.

"Ah, I'm just going .. waiting on my ride back into town."

"Have a good time?"

"Um, yeah, great time. They sure know how to take care of you here," he answered.

"Yeah, they sure do." He held out his hand, "Name's Jorge … been here a few times myself to this special place but it's good to hear from another satisfied customer they are providing a good service .." Jorge gave a smile and turned back to continue his conversation with a companion seated on his other side leaving Dale to his thoughts and further analysis of his receipt.

He took another sip and concluded that it had cost him nigh on $1000 to have sex with his wife … but it had been damn well worth every penny … and he’d do it again in a New York minute!

While he waited with just his drink and his phone for company he could not help but overhear Jorge's comments with his companion and what they planned to do with the whore they had selected. From what he overheard he gained the impression that they'd heard about 'whoever' from a mutual friend who’d recently had a great session with this particular girl and on his recommendation they had made reservation to spend an evening with her to see if what the friend had said was true.

Another 15-20 minutes had passed and Dale still hadn't had the call to say his cab had arrived but, no matter, he amused himself by looking at his phone and continuing to eavesdrop on Jorge and their explicit chat.

His reverie was broken when he heard Sharon the hostess who had initially welcomed him, come through the doorway into the bar and say, "Hello gentlemen, here's Heidi, the girl you asked for. "

That took his attention away from his phone and he looked up and, sure enough, it was 'HIS Heidi' who was standing there waiting to be introduced; HIS 'wife' who was the girl who was going to be entertaining not just one guy but two!.

She seemed very 'perky' for someone who had just had at least 2 hours of sex with her husband (and maybe more before him) he thought , and she greeted the 2 guys looked quite refreshed in what appeared to be a different bustier to the one she was wearing when he first saw her. Together with a pair of dark stockings and her high heel pumps, she looked the complete prostitute, as if she had been born to the role.

And then she did a sort of subtle double-take as from the corner of her eye she noticed that her husband was still 'in the house'; she had thought he would have been long gone before she came back down to the public area. But, being the complete professional, she gave him a wicked knowing smile and went back to greeting her new customers.

Sharon stood aside to allow Heidi lead them off to her room.

Dale, who was still holding his phone, made a snap decision and contrary to the house rules of no photography decided to risk taking a surreptitious shot of them leaving. As Jorge passed through the door she acted as if she was looking back at the second guy but in reality she knew what Dale was doing. She glanced directly at him, smiled and gave him a wink!

'Click', he captured an image that would go very nicely with the ones he was waiting to be printed and would join the others in the '****** album'.

He was still looking at the phone when Sharon came up behind him and said, "Quite a girl that Heidi. You just had her didn't you?"

He hurriedly placed the phone face-down on the bar , " … yeah, she was great! I was hoping for another hour with her and when I was told she was not available, I thought I was just being put off, but I see now she really was already committed."

"Yes, she has become one of our most popular girls in the short time she has been here. Those two booked the entire evening and dinner with her."

"Dinner? You serve dinner here?"

"Yes, we provide the complete service, dinner and lunch and light breakfast. We have a great chef. We have lots of other benefits to offer … "

She saw she had captured his interest and continued, " .. do you know about our Grand Slam program and resort privileges.?"

"No, I don’t. What the heck is a Grand Slam?"

"Well, once a guy has had the same girl four times, he gets enrolled in the Grand Slam Club and is eligible for a discount for future sessions with that girl."

He laughed and asked, "And does Heidi have any guys in the Grand Slam club?"

"I think there's a few, I can't recall how many, remember she hasn't been here very long."

He nodded as he contemplated the maths of her time spent at Cougar Springs against frequency of customers plus the likelihood of return customers. The numbers confused him but the idea of joining their number was intriguing.

"What kind of discount is on offer?"

"You would get 'only' $175 per hour and a preference for scheduling. Also once you qualify for the club you can enjoy the resort exclusive privileges of the pool, the 9-hole golf course, billiard room and other facilities which are not available to non-GS Club clients.

"There's no pressure, if on your next visits you opt for no sex, you could just enjoy and socialize with whatever girls happened to be at the pool, in the billiard room or around these other facilities."

She saw that she had captured his interest but didn't think it necessary to add that she did indeed know how many members Heidi had in her GS Club, it was 4, and that she, like the other girls, were encouraged to spend time nude in these places.

Lucy interrupted the conversation with an announcement that his cab had arrived and that his pictures were ready.

Dale shook the Sharon's hand and said with a smile, "Thanks, it sounds like a fun club that I ought to join. Maybe if Heidi is available tomorrow? I'm here for a few days … I'd love to get to know her better."

Madam smiled back, "You'll have to check at the front desk. You have a nice day and we'll see you again soon, I hope."

He left her, picked up the envelope containing his precious pictures and began his journey back to Vegas and the MGM Grand reflecting on what a satisfying, bizarre afternoon he had just spent with his wife.


The following day started brightly for them both. Dale put in an appearance at the conference venue that he was purportedly attending; Jacqui who had no early clients to attend, took time over breakfast and reflected back on her yesterday and the surprise she had when Dale had made his appearance at her new home.

She congratulated herself on maintaining an outward impression of being the complete professional even though it had shook her rigid when she saw him being introduced as her next customer.

She smiled to herself that for as much as she was able to control conveying her emotions to anyone (for example, 'Madam Sharon') that Dale, for all his self-confidence as a senior executive in his day-job was clearly as nervous as a rabbit in a cage full of hungry tigers. She figured that despite his bravado and his tales of his military service overseas,, that the truth was that he had never been in a brothel before and didn't know how to act.

She had quickly recovered from the initial shock of seeing him there but there was no doubt that Sharon from the way she introduced him was aware of him being a 'newbie'. Indeed, it was later in the evening after the 2 men who had been her following clients had left, that both Sharon and Lucy asked her, ".. so, how was the newbie?"

She knew exactly who they were referring to but played dumb and sweetly asked, "Whoever are you talking about".

"The guy who was here right before those two guys that just left, what's his name, Dale?"

She had to work hard to act naïve and stifle a smile, "Oh him, how do you know he was a newbie?"

They both chuckled and Sharon said, "it was written all over him; you couldn't tell? Well, I guess that only goes to prove you must be a newbie too?"

Lucy piped in, "The signs were all there. He looked so married; said he was here for a convention and was looking for a little action that he doesn't get back home."

Jacqui asked innocently, "How do you know he was married?"

"Oh, come on girl. The wedding ring he was wearing Sweety, you didn't notice, he's married, had it written all over him. You were probably too busy trying to get him hard and never noticed."

They all had a good laugh at that remark which is what Jacqui desperately needed if only to expel the tension she was feeling inside; if only they knew that, yes, she knew he was married (she had even bought the ring they were talking about!) and that she had broken a cardinal rule of the house and had knowingly entertained and fucked her husband!

Lucy added, "Oh, and just so you know. The guys you had afterwards, your Grand Slam members, they have booked to have you entertain them in a couple of days time. Apparently you've impressed them very much especially the older guy, the Hispanic-looking one. I overheard him say that if you fancy a change of climate he might be taking you on trip with him to his place in Mexico … "

Jacqui looked at her to gauge if she was still joking or whether she was being serious. Certainly Jorge (the Hispanic-looking one) had made no secret of being charmed by her skills in the bedroom and from the way he had acted there was no doubt that he had the resources to do what he wished.

'Mexico, now's there's a thought …'