It was a routine meeting, even if wielding the S-shaped device would be anything but. Erin, a ginger-haired year-old, used to sell sex toys for a living, so erotic gadgets are her specialty. The bondage experts show the other girls the ropes.
The establishment employs a PR man, and a madam who sounded like she attended Stanford Business School. The ranch, it turned out, is the Yankee Stadium of sex work.
The number now stands at A lobbyist named George Flint speculated that websites have allowed escorts in Las Vegas to take over the market. One-percenters too. The simplest explanation for the recent closures is that the industry is experiencing a Darwinian, survival-of-the-freakiest moment. The ranches with a wherewithal to embrace sexual trends and online marketing are thriving, while their competitors languish or die.
You walk through their doors, into a foyer with a grand piano and Victorian furniture. Would you care to be locked in a cage, then flogged? Lusting to receive a Japanese nuru massage, or exercise latent student-teacher fantasies?
There are rooms catering to all three of those. The other problem with the places that closed is that they had a fixed-price menu. Working girls rarely discriminate against same-sex patrons, so this bothered his cohorts, and indeed may have been his downfall.
