Chapter 4; ENTITY discovered

The fun continues at the Warson’s house.

I have just met with my real Dad, John Paul Forest, in Las Vegas. It appears that he owns a controlling interest in several of the largest casinos there. He also owns interests in several of the legitimate whore houses in Nevada too. According to the Nevada Brothel List site, yes there is a Internet web site, there are 23 legal brothels currently open today in Nevada, that’s down from its peak of 40 in the early 1980s.

The size of the brothels varies throughout Nevada, from houses with 15 women down to establishments that only have one woman working. Many of the women working in the brothels aren’t locals at all, and only fly into town to work for a couple of weeks, living in relative anonymity and seclusion at the brothel the rest of the time they are there. The women, prostitutes, are “quarantined” in the houses once they receive their clean bill of health. After they work a couple of weeks they fly back home, sometimes to their husbands and children who know nothing about their real work.

I flew into Vegas on Mister Forest’s private jet. George Warson, the man I had thought of as my father for 17 years, Dad, was the pilot. George, as he said to call him now, was a cold and distant figure to me now, which hurt. My new Dad, Mister Forest, said to call him John. John picked me up in a stretch limo at the plane. From there we hit the Vegas Strip. Normally since I was only 17 the gambling, alcohol, and XXX Rated floor shows would have been off limits, but John had some fake IDs that said I was 19 now.

After a casino manager showed us around the casino we caught a few of the XXX Rated shows. The manager set us up with two showgirls as arm candy to enjoy the shows and have dinner with. I had never seen so much food ... so many different kinds of foods anyway. The Las Vegas Hilton has officially created the Worlds Largest Buffet, consisting of 510 different main dishes. 100 different salads. Gourmet dishes such as Thai noodle, Caesar, Waldorf, tuna nicoise, crab and shrimp louie, escargot hors d’oeuvre, curried chicken and couscous just to name a few. I tried some of everything. I avoided the alcohol which John approved of.

After we ate the girls, women, left us and John asked me what I liked to play. I told him truthfully that I wasn’t very lucky. John thought that was extremely hilarious for some reason, I thought he was going to collapse from laughing so much.

“Kid you should not kid your old man like that. I mean honestly what else could you ask for kid? You have to be the luckiest son-of-a-bitch I know. Now what game of chance do you like kid, Roulette, Backgammon, Dice, Craps, the Wheel, Poker, Black Jack, name your poison kid.” John demanded.

“I like poker John ... Texas Holdem best John.” I told him.

“Texas Holdem it is kid.” John must have given a signal because suddenly a girl, think short cute stacked brunet, in a very revealing costume, like a Playboy Bunny, was by our side with racks of $100 chips.

“John...” I started, but John cut me off.

“Three thousand buy-in kid.” He explained.

As we approached the table two seated players got up and left. We sat down and bought in. Dad was a reckless player trying to buy every hand. In no time he was out of chips. I was up a thousand.

“I’ll retire to the lounge and watch a show kid. Join me when you get tired of winning, ha, ha.” He said and left.

After I won another thousand I didn’t see the need to push my good luck and cashed in too. Altogether I had a little over five thousand dollars on me now.

“Now what John?” I asked him when I found him.

“Now we visit Sheri’s Ranch kid.” John told me as we got into the limo. Sheri’s Ranch is about an hour from Las Vegas making it perfect for visitors. It’s a legal sex resort and spa located in Pahrump, Nevada, sixty miles west of Las Vegas itself. The Ranch I found out from the girl, well woman, Tiffany, assigned to give us the 50¢ tour of the Ranch. Tiffany was a real looker in the Little Bo Peep outfit she was wearing. The Ranch was purchased by former Chicago homicide detective Chuck Lee back in 2001. It had recently been remodeled into a fantasyland of suites and bungalows for the paying customer’s pleasure. Each one was modeled on themes like; the Lustful Locker Room, the Naughty Classroom, and of course my favorite the Geisha Girl’s Bedroom. The names were based on some of the customers most popular requests for roll playing in the past. I’m sure if you have a fantasy you want to live out they can make it real for you at Sheri’s.

Lee has taken great care in maintaining the resort playground with his client’s safety and privacy in mind. He’s just officially added the option to have your party filmed so you can remember the experience exactly as it happened latter. I had to wonder personally how that squared with the Vegas motto of, “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas”. After all the whole thing implied there were cameras in the room. Anyway I tipped the girl, woman Tiffany, two hundred dollar bills. She said to keep her in mind she was one of the girls on the menu.

“OK kid it’s time to pick one for the night. Usually you have to pick one from the string of fine looking little fillies they run through here and negotiate the price with her. But I’ve set up what you might say is a corporate account here at Sheri’s place, ha, ha. The little filly you choose gets her going price plus 50% more, or price and a half ... of course you are expected to tip her well too. After all that is a fine old tradition of Southern Gentlemen son.” John bragged to me.

After looking them all over I chose Tiffany. Sex with her was good, but face it I’m jaded now. After Mom, Aunt Alice, and my two sisters, and Linda, Tiffany was just run of the mill sex. Good but not better. Of course I didn’t tell John that, and certainly not Tiffany herself. I’m not real sure what the ladies of the Octagon 8 have told him about me and the Family. I guess this is bonding time with Dad?

The next morning was Saturday, I discovered that John was gone. The note he left at the front office said there was a corporate problem and he had to leave. Feel free to use the corporate account for the rest of the weekend or week. Call for the limo when I decided to leave, and a jet was waiting at the airport to take me home any time I wanted to go. We’d have to do this again sometime the letter finished. Tiffany was wide awake but still in bed when I got back to our bungalow. I asked her if she had a car. She did, it turned out to be a fire engine red BMW convertible. Next I took out the three thousand dollars I had left, after already tipping Tiffany well, and asked her if she wanted to help me loose it all in Vegas.

Tiffany was all into that. In fact she hunted up Little Red Riding Hood, and Marie Antoinette to go with us. Tiffany Johnson was a 5 foot 7 blonde with sparkling blue eyes. I’d say her measurements were the classical 36-26-36 and she weighed about 120 pounds. Her two friends were almost identical except for eye and hair color. Red Riding Hood, Jean Brown, was a redhead with green eyes, and Marie Antoinette, Mary Smith, was a brunet with brown eyes. Before we left they changed into street cloths. Tight Levy blue jeans, cowboy shirts left open to their pierced navels, pushup demi bras, and riding heel cowboy boots. I was dressed much the same except for the loose Levy boot cut blue jeans, and Levy denim jacket, with harness boots and walking heels.

Their 5 foot 7 to my 6 foot 2 made them nice eye candy on my arm. As promised we made the rounds of the clothing boutiques and jewelry stores. I had promised them a necklace each. They wound up talking me into buying them three coin silver squash blossom necklaces from a dealer in Navajo Sterling Silver and Turquoise Jewelry. They sat me back almost three hundred dollars each, but were well worth it I guess when they showed me their appreciation latter.

After that we hit the casinos again and this time the girls wanted to play the roulette wheel. We stayed there at the wheel for several hours with the girls making small $10 bets on individual numbers and losing a couple of hundred dollars each without winning anything. But they looked like they were having fun doing it. I placed a $10 bet on double 0 and turned to leave and it hit. I gave the winnings to the girls and went over to the Texas Holdem table again. The dealer took my $1,000 and gave me chips. In two hours I was only up a hundred bucks.

By this time the girl’s team had lost all their money and were whining they were hungry. They wanted to get something to eat, and catch a show they demanded. As I was getting up to leave the same girl from last night, maybe she’s a magic genie?, shows back up with another three thousand dollar rack of chips.

“Compliments of the House Sir, have a good evening.” And once again right before my eyes she seemed to disappear, like vanish again, as I looked around at my girls. And no I didn’t ask them if they saw her?

“Ok girls lets eat.” I told my women. “Las Vegas Hilton here we come. I’m sure I can find something I didn’t try last night.” I told the girls.

After we ate we went to see one of the shows. All three chose a hypnotist, magician, clairvoyant act which was advertised as “For General Audiences” believe it or not. The Hypnotist had a good act just short of being XXX Erotic hypnosis. He even tried to pull one of my girls into his act. Jean and Mary were encouraging Tiffany until I told her I wouldn’t. There was just something a little off about the hypnotist and his pretty assistant. Maybe I just don’t trust hypnotist? Who knew?

After the show, since I was flush again, I with the help of the women I was with, went to rent a room for the night. Once again I was reminded that John had taken care of everything, and I must be known to the staff of the hotel/casino.

“Key to your room Sir, compliments of the house Sir.” The beautiful brunet behind the accommodations desk up front said, slipping the plastic swipe card key into my hand. The card had 2120 on it.

“I’ve got a room at the hotel ladies do you ladies want to come up for awhile?” I invited the girls.

“And what would we be expected to do Jason?” Jean asked.

“Nothing you don’t want to do Jean. I mean we’ve made it a night, had some fun at the tables, ate well, and now I’m fixing to go get some sleep before I go home in the morning. I expect when I wake up from this in the morning this will all seem like a dream to me.” I confided in them.

“Only a dream lover boy?” Mary rolled her eyes at the others.

“Well a beautiful dream with three beautiful women.” I allowed.

“We’ll all come up for a night cap Jason, but then we have to leave ... nothing else is expected? OK?” Tiffany asked.

“Sure thing Tiffany ... nothing expected ... just friends.” I replied.

“No friends with benefits?” Jean smirked at me.

“Just a night cap ... freshen up before you drive home ... nothing else ... scout’s honor.” I raised my hand to swear.

It turned out that room 2120 was two rooms actually. It had an extra large sized sunken tub that could have been an Olympic sized pool anywhere else. It had spray jets, pulsating shower heads, and other things I had never seen before. The other room also contained two large king size beds and even what the girl’s said was a padded massage table. Upon seeing the tub all the girls started giggling together.

“I just have to try that out Jean.” Tiffany said, and the next thing I knew the girls were shedding clothes and in the filled tub.

“Turn on the jets Jason.” Tiffany called.

“Yes, turn on the jets Jason.” Mary called from the tub too. All three naked now. I did and soon the tub appeared to be boiling from the active water.

“Well what are you waiting for Jason an engraved invitation or something?” Tiffany called from the tub.

“A gentleman never takes advantage of a lady Mam, or imposes himself on one Mam.” I replied back.

“Where did you get this one Tiffany?” Mary questioned.

“He came in last night with John...” Tiffany started.

“The John...” Mary started.

“That John!” Jean finished up.

“Yes, that John. The boss said to give him a good time. I did, didn’t I Jason?” Tiffany demanded.

“You most certainly did Tiffany. A#1.” I quickly affirmed for the other two girls.

“He’s not half bad in bed. Has a few rough edges, but those will get worked off in time, when he grows up, tee, he, he.” Tiffany giggled, and told the other two.

“Well come on in Jason the waters fine and I’ll even wash your back.” Mary started only to be interrupted by Jean.

“No, No, Jason go order up from room service a massage kit. Tell them you need a handheld back massager with heat therapy attachment. I know they must have some of those laying around somewhere if they have this layout. Don’t forget to get the oils and lotions and the linen ... don’t forget the towels Jason. Lets do it up right girls.” Jean directed me.

“Not just any towel Jason. Demand those large fluffy ones that go with the table.” Mary directed me.

“Yes, Mam, your wish is my command.” I answered back as I hunted the phone.

So I wound up on the house phone talking to the front desk manager, the same beautiful woman that gave me the key card, about massage kits. Soon I knew much more than I wanted to know about massage kits. There are men’s and women’s massage kits and a wide assortment of creams, lotions, oils, and kinky sex toys that go with them. I think she, the beautiful front desk manager, was actually enjoying herself, at my deeply embarrassed expense, explaining the differences. In the end it was all delivered to my door by a bell hop on a loaded down push cart.

As soon as the bell hop was tipped and left the naked girls popped out of the tub and ran in to see what we had gotten. The handheld back massager with heat therapy tools was the only thing easily identified in the load. Then there was a glove with marbles or something, even a large hand held ball headed vibrator, and other things I had never seen before. Of course I did know what a dildo was, mainly because it looked like what I had, ha, ha. I could guess what the bullet vibrators were, but then there was also, “the vibrating nipple suckers with 360° rotational stimulation, strong suction nipple toys with 10 vibration modes, Fondlove Wireless Vibrator Massager”, too.

If your wondering how I knew what the last two toys were? The desk manager herself had attached a large envelope with a long wide piece of double sided tape to the two clear nipple cups on top of the pile. On the outside of the envelope was, “Bon Apetit Mon Cheri”, written with a large black felt marker. On the card inside the envelope was a note. “These are some of my favorites Mister Forest. My name is Justeen Doherty. If you get tired of the three you have with you now look me up ... you know where to find me, or call ... a cell phone number. On the back of the note was the description of the two sex toys. There was also a 3x3 inch glossy photo of her, in what used to be known as a classic boudoir photography pose. Her in a fancy low cut white cocktail dress showing some boob, hands on hips, face turned to the side looking slightly up. Things had certainly gotten interesting I said to myself. I had no more than read the note and Tiffany snatched it out of my hands.

“Look girls Jason has made another conquest.” Tiffany crowed sharing the note with the others.

“Jason your quite the well hung stud I see, but all your getting is a good massage from all of us tonight.” Mary told me.

“Not even a blow job Jason.” Jean followed it up.

“Why do I have to get anything ladies, I’ve already received my pleasure from Tiffany. You know the Good Book says it’s better to give with an open heart than to receive ladies.” I told them, offering to pleasure them now. When a gift comes with manipulative strings attached it’s not really a gift at all just a disguised bribe, and it will feel unpleasant my Mom always told us. I was willing to give with an open heart.

“OH! You silver tongued devil you.” Tiffany allowed. True to their words, after splashing around in the tub with them naked for a couple of hours all I got from them that night was a very good ... very through massage ... nothing sexual at all. I’m not sure when they left that night, but they were gone the next morning when I woke up. I have to admit that the massage left me feeling very good the next morning.

I decided to delay going home for at least one more day. Stopping by the front desk I told the girl on duty, a different pretty girl mind you, that I would be staying awhile in room 2021. She only replied “Yes, Sir.”. That done I went back to the casino and started playing poker. Justeen Doherty, the assistant night manager, didn’t come back on duty till 6pm in the afternoon I found out with a little investigating. So I played poker until Justeen came on duty.

After I saw her come on duty I approached her at the desk. She saw me coming and smiled. “Miss Doherty, Justeen, could I interest you in having dinner with me.” I started.

“Mister Forest I thought you would never ask, but it has to be after I’m off duty. As it is I work 3 day on duty and 3 day off. It just so happens that I’m off tomorrow. Sunday, Monday, and Tuesday are my off days. I’ll be up to see you as soon as I get off. I can’t wait to share with you Jason.” Justeen told me. I couldn’t wait to see where this was leading to.

At 4am in the morning Justeen let herself in with the master key card she carried. The first thing I knew she was in the room was her fishing my cock out of my jockey shorts and sucking me off. A guy could get used to this I told myself as I lay back and enjoyed it. That done she rolled over next to me and purred. Yes, purred, not like a small kitten, she purred like one of the large cats. You could feel it vibrating the very bed we were in. I liked it for some reason, but I still don’t know how she does it.

“Miss Doherty, Justeen, I have to tell you now that I’m Jason Warson not Jason Forest.” I honestly informed her.

“All upper management knows who you are Jason. Did you think it was a accident you got room 2120 Jason, or that your still in it?” Justeen laughed.

“Everyone knows?” I asked, sorta shocked.

“All those that need to know ... and those smart enough to figure it out for themselves Jason.” She said as her hand began to wander my chest. Her long slim finger with their long luminous fluorescent orange Acrylic fingernails landing on my nipples now. I can never understand why females, American Females, find long fingernails attractive. In Chinese culture a long time ago fingernails were considered a symbol of class distinction. After all if you actually worked for a living you couldn’t keep long fingernails for very long, ha, ha.

They became popular with the women of the elite hundreds of years ago in China. Empress Dowager Cixi sported nails six inches long! Some male Mandarin judges even longer. Originating in the Ming dynasty, it reached it’s peak in the Manchu Qing Dynasty before dying down in modern times. As long fingernails are really impractical in today’s world, most Chinese Female Elitist now only keep the nails of their little fingers and ring fingers extra long as a symbol of their status today.

I mean I remember one girl, Janet Canon, in high school that grew hers out to maybe 2 inches long. She wound up losing them all together. Her constant use of them caused them to separate from her fingers. I found out Onycholysis is the separation of a fingernail from its pink nail bed. The separation occurs gradually and is painless, but very traumatic to the one it’s happening to. The most common cause of onycholysis is trauma to the nail, even slight trauma can cause onycholysis when it happens repetitively. I’m sure today even with touch pad everything it is still happening.

“So Justeen what are we going to do?” I questioned Justeen as we lay in bed more or less side by side.

“I want to move up the food chain Jason. The rumor is that your going to be groomed to take over Forest’s Empire. I want to stake my claim now. I want to be one of the first. I’m 34 and old enough to be your mother, but I know how the hotel and casino businesses are run and work. Better yet I have ideals to make it better, more efficient, and a hell of a lot more profitable for all of us.” She started.

“But I don’t have anything to do with any of that Justeen.” I told her honestly.

“But you will and I want to stake my claim now.” She told me.

“Consider yourself in then Justeen.” I told her.

“That done your coming home with me Jason.” She told me. We left in her 4 wheel drive Land Rover. About 60 miles from Vegas was her one time working ranch, or Mexican Hacienda. Her late husband had tried to make a go of distilling mescal or peyote. It’s usually a colorless Mexican liquor made by distilling the fermented mash obtained following roasting of the thick central part of various agaves, a genus of monocots native to the hot and arid desert regions of the Americas.

The house ... more a compound really, was a two story adobe brick structure lain out around a large central open patio garden square. There was a central gate and several miles of actual ranch around the central Hacienda itself. The distillery, closed now, itself was a mile away she told me pointing off in the distance. As we entered the house Justeen pulled off her blond wig and sailed it to a convenient set of Pronghorn Antelope horns hanging over a doorway on the other side of the room. I discovered then that she had her hair cut in a classic flattop. The sides were almost shaved clean leaving about one inch of hair standing straight up on top cut flat like a desk. I thought it was extremely sexy. It was a deep red and I wasn’t sure if it was natural or dyed.

“Momma’s home, come meet who momma brought home to play with Kittens.” Justeen called loudly. Shortly we were joined by two young girls in very abbreviated Cosmic Con costumes. One in a Sugarpuss Purple Bat Girl costume, the other in a Wonder Woman red costume, or one in purple and one in red. The one in purple was Amatista, Greek for precious purple jewel, and Carmine, the one in red, I latter learned from their mother Justeen.

“Go get ready for play time girls, we’ll be up shortly.” Justeen told them. They went happily skipping off up the stairs giggling and looking back over their shoulders at us.

“Jason I don’t share my toys with just anyone. Until this happened I thought I was a pretty good judge of charter. Hell, for that matter, I thought I was a pretty good mother, but this all slipped right by my “mother radar” and happened. They’re twins and over 19 now so they’re legal if your wondering. Actually before they really turned 17 they both got fixated on this senior boy in high school with them. He was only a few years older than them, but I heard rumors about him, and the crowd he ran with. I didn’t pay them much attention. I mean I had met the boy and I thought he was very bright, well behaved, and respectful young man. I liked him in fact. A lot I knew! But then hindsight is always 2020.” Justeen laughed.

“On the other hand my two twin daughters were dressing and acting slutter and slutter. I was working full time at the casino and hotel and I told Jack my husband to take care of it. So one night I got sick at work and come home unexpectedly and found my two twin daughters, Jack my loving husband, and that son-of-a-bitch they had been dating, all butt naked in the den doing all kinds of nasty things. As you know I’m not no Saint, I’m not no prude Jason, but this was nasty, really kinky stuff, with lots of chains, and leather, and other stuff. I went through the roof and whipped out my cell phone and called 911.” Justeen paused to catch her breath, and I just waited patiently for her to continue the story.

“What’s your emergency?” Came back on the cell phone. I thought about it for a minute and answered. “My husband is raping my daughters, I want the bastard arrested before I kill the son-of-a-bitch.” I didn’t scream, or cry, I just answered very forcefully thank you.

“Please stay on the line Mam, officers have been dispatched to your position, and are on their way now.” My husband looked me right in the eyes and something behind his eyes seemed to snap Jason. He turned around, still naked, and ran up the stairs. Moments latter there was a loud gun shot report from upstairs.

“To make a long story short, Jack, my rotten husband, blew his brains out up there. At least he had the decency to do it in private. The boyfriend was arrested and the girls were taken to Juvenile Court to be evaluated. They were 17 almost 18, but still living under our ... MY roof damn it. They were over the age of consent and they weren’t going to proffer charges against the boyfriend. Sure I could proffer charges for trespass maybe, but that was it. Sure Jack, my husband, was a clear case of incest, but Jack was dead now by his own hands, a clear suicide. The police asked me if perusing THAT was in mine, or the girls, best interest. Think of the stigma it would leave on their permanent records and on their young impressionable minds the psychologist, psychiatrist, and counselors, all advised me.” Justeen explained.

“After a year of therapy the shrinks still don’t know how the damn boyfriend did it. They’re still sluts. They’re going to remain sluts all the Professionals figure. There’s not any sex act they won’t do ... they love it all ... they live for it. OH, and yes the boyfriend, Dan Tomas, had a terrible accident several weeks latter while still out on bail. Seems like his car slipped off the jack and crushed his chest under the wheel the two police women assigned to investigate the case told me latter. They also told me that it took him hours to die and he was in extreme pain the whole time. I can’t say I felt sorry for the bastard. And, Yes, the Coroner thought it was very suspicious, but still in the end had to rule it; Accidental Death Through Misadventure.” Justeen laughed.

“Before all this they wanted to be women’s rights lawyers. They were against women being trafficked and exploited. They were in the top 10% of their class at school damn it...” She started and I broke in.

“You mean it lowered their IQ’s?” I asked.

“OH, Hell no! If anything the shrinks think they’re smarter now than they were, but that line of work just bores them now they tell you. They just want to be the best whore, well prostitute, escort, call girl, whatever, that they can be. OH, and they demand that they have to work together now too. You can’t break them up. Other than that they’re perfectly normal healthy well adjusted teenagers all the loony toon shrinks say. In fact the only bone of contention with the girls and the shrinks is they both blame me for my late husband’s death ... suicide. After all incest isn’t really that bad a crime today according to them. The two little smart alecks themselves even use their legal training to argue that as long as the act takes place in the privacy of their own home, behind locked doors, and a condom is used, it’s not technically incest. Besides they seduced him they both admit. Hell they brag about it.” I thought for a minute Justeen was going to breakdown and cry, but she gathered herself and continued.

“So what do you want from me Justeen?” I had to ask at this point.

“First off I want you to back me in opening up a real fancy whore house ... brothel, Jason. We don’t just go after the Las Vegas high rollers, we build our own private airport and take our brothel international. We offer the escort girlfriend experience to our regular clients.” Justeen laughed and told me.

“Oh! If you have lemons make lemonade Justeen.” I had to ask and laughed too.

“Look Jason, if left to their own devices they would have just slept around getting slutter and slutter until they picked up some STD (sexually transmitted disease) that couldn’t be cured with a shot of penicillin. The night I caught them they were riding my husband and Tom bareback. The two silly bitches weren’t even on birth control and didn’t care. They actually said it felt better without the condom.

Hell Jason a condom only goes so far in providing safe sex. There’s plenty of diseases out there besides AID and HIV now to worry about. In time they would just have found another asshole like that other boyfriend Tom eventually I figured. Some of his best buds are still alive and sniffing around them I hear. I’m not sure one of them doesn’t know how ... or what ... Dan did to my little girls.”

“There’s also the distinct possibility that they will run afoul of the vice cops or FBI out there on the street. Prostitution on the other hand is legal in Nevada. So I talked the shrinks that were treating my girls into slipping in a couple of post hypnotic suggestions and reinforcing them. Now they want to be the best and safest professional prostitutes they can be. Yes, Jason, I concede to you that you have to work with what you have. Anyway they’re not fighting the suggestions, in fact they’ve internalized them, and are fine with them now.” Justeen finished.

“And Now?” I asked.

“And now you are going to go up there and sample the goods and give me your unbiased honest opinion young man.” Justeen giggled.