Fabio:
Fabio is the only male prostitute employed here. His room is the cliché masculine room with black satin sheets and mirrored tiles on the ceiling. Track lighting is set up throughout giving the room an exotic feel. There was no leopard print to be found but an art print on one wall did have a flame theme.
Fabio was pouring himself a drink straight. It looked to be bourbon or whiskey. He pours me a glass without asking if I want it. I take it out of polite necessity. It tastes like a quality bourbon with hints of caramel.
Okay, I have to ask. Is Fabio your real name?
No. But I figure it makes a good ‘stage name’. I want women to think that I am a hunk who is here to love and appreciate them.
But you don’t have the hair?
No, not anymore. Cut that off last year.
What about men- do you love them, too?
Sometimes. There are occasionally men who come in and are curious. Or they see their wife with me and want some threesome action. But Grand Pleasure Station is generally billed as a hetero establishment. They have entirely separate places that cater to the gay male crowd. This isn’t that place.
Fabio breaks contact with me and is looking me up and down.
What kind of money do you make? Specifically, are you as successful as the girls?
I make more than some. But I don’t think I’ll ever be as rich on a per hour basis. But hey, I get to fuck for a living. How many guys can say that?
Good point. Have you gotten any bad reactions from people?
Fabio tilts his head as if thinking. He downs his drink and places the empty glass on the nightstand. What he does next surprises me and I am taken off guard. He rushes over and puts his lips on mine. His hand is on my breast, squeezing it. I simultaneously kiss him back and drop my drink, ending the kiss.
Oh, sorry.
Not a problem.
We both get off the bed and he hands me a towel. He then pulls an identical set of black satin sheets out of the closet and proceeds to remake the bed. I notice that he has whole shelves stocked with them.
That is a lot of sheets.
Women are much more emotionally comforted by a clean atmosphere. The sheets and overall scent of the room are the most important factors. It’s relaxing for them.
At this point I notice the scented candles throughout the room. Only one is lit and it has a subtle musky scent.
I see. And comfort is more important for female clients than for male?
Fabio walks over to where I am standing, staring at me intently.
Yes.
He cups my face with both hands and kisses me aggressively again. I am less shocked that he has done this but still surprised at my being very slow to stop him. He is very manly and I am responding, unintentionally.
After a minute I finally get it together and pull away from the kiss.
Okay, um, Fabio. I think I need to go ahead and move onto my next interview subject.
You don’t need to do that. Stay. Sample the goods. [Janet??] said you tasted sweet. If you stay, I’ll make it worth your while.
I am tempted. But I have already crossed many journalistic boundaries and don’t want any more guilt.
Thank you for the offer. I’m sure I would absolutely enjoy myself. But I really need to go.
CAROL
I am seated across from Carol in her small office outside of Billy’s much larger office in the back of the building that is Grand Pleasure Station. Carol has been taking calls for five minutes straight before she has a minute to speak to me. Her last call is to her off-site assistant instructing her to handle all incoming calls for the next 30 minutes and only communicate with Carol via chat.
Thanks for making time for me. You are clearly very busy. Are you the heart of the operation here?
Billy will never admit it, but yes, I am. He’s still the boss. But I have an ownership interest now so there is no reason for me not to give 110 percent to the business. It comes back to me. Plus, I love what I do. I take care of these girls.
The buzzer rings that signals a client is outside waiting to be let in. He has no appointment but that is fine since it is early afternoon and they are not fully booked. Carol gets his financial information and runs his card. She presses the button for the quiet bell to ring in each of these ladies’ rooms who are not currently servicing a client. She then instructs the man to walk down to the end of the hallway to the ‘living’ area where all of the available women will be assembled for viewing. He can choose who he wants in there. The selected girl will let Carol know and she will block off her room from the bell as well as turn on the camera.
Is that allowed, recording the sex?
We aren’t recording. Only watching. The girls inform them of this. And he actually signed a consent form when he paid, though he might not be aware it. It keeps them from behaving badly. We haven’t had many complaints about it. I think the men understand the reason behind it. The only time men have complained, we offer to return their money. Almost all say no and go along with it. The way we see it, if they don’t like it, then they probably aren’t up to any good. Even the really shy ones can be coaxed along just fine by the girl.
The intercom sounds and a girl’s voice announces that she has the new client in her room. Carol acknowledges her and flicks a few switches. The girl’s room shows up on one of the monitors on a monitor bank in the back corner of the cramped office. Each monitor is only about seven inches high and the image quality is grainy.
How did you come to work here?
The traditional way: Billy ran an ad. It was light clerical to start. Then Billy let me take on more and more. And I kept coming up with ideas. But I never gave him the best ones. I waited until our deal was done. Until he gave me a percentage. Then I showed him what I really had to offer. My ideas have tripled profitability so Billy is happy.
Did you ever have any problems working in a brothel?
No. Billy pays well. I have a great house nearby—the real estate is so much cheaper here outside of Vegas. And the schools are decent. These girls and Fabio are just trying to earn a living like the rest of us. Who I am I to judge? We all use the assets God gave us, don’t we?
I suppose so. Thank you very much for your time, Carol. Is Billy available now for me to interview him?
Carol pulls up his calendar on her computer.
Oh yes, he’s blocked off the rest of the afternoon for you. You can go in now. He’ll be happy to see you again.
[To be continued. Stay tuned for the final installment of Grand Pleasure Station-featured here first]
