Esmeralda: Part 1 (the courtesans’ tryst)
As the rental car proceeds westward along U.S. Route 95, the Vegas skyline is now in the rearview mirror.
At first, the harem assumed it was going to be just a recovery day—maybe a spa, a brunch, a lazy nap on top of each other’s chest—in Esmeralda County, a part of Nevada few have heard of.
But Chen has different plans.
They have booked a private field trip to one of Nevada’s legendary legal brothels. Discreet black SUV, pre-arranged appointments, full consent briefings, optional roleplay menus, and best of all… One lady for each harem member, handpicked by Chen.
Everyone’s dressed down but sexy—hangover chic with sunglasses, tank tops, oversized jackets. Kaori in a mesh coverup, Sofia in linen and pearls, Riley in a “Backdoor Support for Frontline Workers” shirt they bought just for this.
June is vibrating (no, not like that) in her seat like a kid on a field trip. “I’ve never been to a brothel! Do you think they’ll let me pick a big-titty goth girl?” Kaori snickers, “I want someone taller than me and meaner than you.” Riley looks quietly overwhelmed and quietly excited. Sofia is calm, sipping electrolyte water, brushing out her curls.
Quietly and with a little knowing smirk, Chen turns the steering wheel to the left onto State Route 265. “There’s a folder for each one of you in the car. Your lady’s name, her photo, what she offers, etc. etc. Yes, I curated the list.”
They all blink. June: “Wait, you handpicked my hooker?” Kaori: “Oh, you’re evil—I love it.” Riley (blushing): “…thank you.”
The dreamlike brothel is elegant, not sleazy. Wide desert views, soft carpet, open bar, and ladies more stunning than the airbrushed ads ever promised.
The harem is promptly greeted with impeccable professionalism. “We’ve arranged a private lounge for your party. Your companions will join you shortly. And of course—everyone’s been briefed, and they’re more than excited to play.”
The harem disperses with nervous giggles, wandering into the lounge. Then, one by one, the ladies arrive.
Joining Sofia is Dee. Tall, dark-skinned, velvet-voiced. Wears silk gloves and speaks in murmurs. She pours tea. She touches gently. She kneels before Sofia without rushing.
Sofia blushes visibly, a rare occurrence for her.
“Would you let me tie you down, and talk to you while you cum?” Dee asks.
Sofia swallows. “Yes. Please.”
The two vanish into a private room.
Lynn sits beside Riley. She’s small, soft, dreamy-eyed. She reads poetry aloud as foreplay and paints clients’ bodies with edible ink.
Riley is nearly trembling. Lyra touches their face like a lover would, while whispering softly into their ear: “I want to write your moans down and memorize them. And sweetie, you’ll write your poems on my body.”
Riley nearly faints.
June’s companion Kat enters the room. Tatted, pierced, pure chaotic goth-girl energy. Laughs like a devil and kisses like fire. (And yes, big titties, like what June asked for.)
When June walks in, Kat immediately says: “I’m either gonna wreck you or worship you. Flip a coin.”
June flips a coin. It somehow lands on its edge.
“Both it is,” Kat winks.
They’re gone.
Last one, Miss Monroe, is the perfect match for Kaori.
Classic pin-up glamour. Blonde curls, red lips, Dita Von Teese incarnate. Kaori’s eyes go wide. “Holy fuck.”
Miss Monroe leans in, hand brushing across Kaori’s cheek, and says, “I love seducing women who think they’re the seductress.”
Kaori: “…I think I just came a little.”