This review has a soundtrack and complimentary video, a first I think for a review, if not definitely a first for me.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_4iIA19n5Ok&feature=related
Speakers on, volume midway, window minimized.
This chronicle begins before I ever left home for Pahrump, Nevada. I typically have to schedule my respite around certain events and at times certain to the needs of others whom depended on me. This chapter differed greatly, now free of familial obligations all I needed to negotiate was business cycles, an agreeable airline and the schedule of one of my best friends, a man known as Smoothtalker here on these forums. He was to travel with me to Nevada for the first time in a few years. Life had been keeping us from traveling the back roads of Nevada together for sometime, this trip was to be a reunification of sorts. With these details in hand I began to peruse the website hoping to find certain ladies which would be in attendance during my timetable. As some of you may know the ladies schedules can be quite fluid so counting on certain attendance is dicey at best.
As time drew near the line-up began to solidify, a lady I had my eye on and had hoped to meet quite surprisingly appeared. Looking at her bio page and schedule prior it seemed fate would keep us apart, but I was pleasantly surprised. Her bio page seemed to take on a life of its own due to the nature of its subject. Everything about her intrigued me, a girl from the South, seemingly well spoken and as sweet as honey fresh from the hive. Add in a playful nature and a non-drinker/smoker, what's not to like.
I was about to meet a woman of much significance, grace and fancy, of course I am speaking of Ms. Bethany St. James. Being in the line of work I am I have crossed paths with many ladies in my 25 years some quite impressive yet I had never crossed paths with a woman as effulgent and rapturous as Bethany. I knew I was in the presence of a woman of an extremely rare quality, her presence is almost paralyzing. I found myself sometimes just looking or staring at her awestruck, when she noticed I simply told her "You just make my face go uphill" which is true but not leading on to all that I had discovered. She is bona fide angel with a pinch of imp just to keep things interesting. An undeniable fact had reared its head, this is the consummate, unsurpassed and superlative woman, call me crazy but I think I have dreamt of her in perpetuity. I have always had great esteem for a southern belle. I guessed where she was from, when I asked her which state she said initially Louisiana but said her accent was mixed with other southern influences. Had death found me and sent me to Eden? I just can't imagine a woman so radiant.
Bethany's overall physical characteristics are breathtaking she is a slight, lithe, recherché beauty, her wavy warm brown hair provides a sultry sexual appeal and has stunning eyes that match. Soft cute hands and feet, her waist shapely and narrow yet curvy in all the right places. When she leaves the room her body moves in perfect symmetry. I teased her telling her everything moved like a "gunny sack full of kittens" strange metaphor but ultimately true.
I was somewhat reticent to propose a party believing that a hobbyist's bid would be summarily rejected. Make no mistake, to the serious hobbyist she would be considered a marquee girl or big ticket attraction based on the immediate physical evaluation, then add in all the rest and well the picture gets bigger. Typically hobbyists like me rarely have a chance with ladies of this caliber as a rule their rate cards are best suited for the LPIN tourist.
Being she is in a class all by herself and has more charisma than all of Hollywood I put on a new pair of walking shoes expecting the shortest negotiation in the history of Nevada brothels finding me in the hallway and back to the bar in short order. I told her I would love to talk in private with the caveat she not be offended, disappointed or taken back in anyway should she walk me as I was expecting. She looked at me confused and surprised that I spoke such a thing, I then proceeded to explain myself and why I would frame the conversation as I did. In short, I explained what those in the hobby have found for many years now, which is the ladies that have the most visual appeal usually have fee schedules which do not fit in with the habitué. I again found myself discovering the fine and unique qualities of Bethany St. James. She had a hard time understanding what I was trying to communicate and I know why, she's real, I mean really real for lack of a better phrase there is No HBO veneer on Bethany... at all... period. Don't get me wrong, she understands this isn't Joe Conforte's house circa 1971 but she is not like The Carnival Barker in Moundhouse hoping you'll sell yourself into bankruptcy for the experience either. I was simply amazed, again more proof that she is not only singular but exemplary. Her rate was above my typical proffer but not so much that I couldn't accept the terms full well knowing who I was going to be engaging. As I will delineate it was a great experience at any price, truth is I was the luckiest man alive.
This woman is so precious, we spent quality time in the bar conversing while I held her hand and did what any man in his right mind would do... adore her for what she truly is. Just to be in her presence is exhilarating. When you have the pleasure of being with a girl of intellect, presence, charisma and a drop dead gorgeous physical quality you have it all. When Bethany is in Pahrump who needs Vegas?
Our first party was unlike any other, there was a certain chemistry involved which I have never experienced. I was completely into her, during the time we were together the world stopped it was just the two of us. This time transcended a party in brothel I felt all alone with the most beautiful woman in the world. The touch of her hand, the texture of her warm brown hair, her skin soft like cream with a pinch of coffee just for color the smell sapid, the warmth and mystery of those big brown eyes. Bethany's responses were completely favorable and confirmatory, I hope she had just as good a time as I did, somehow I don't think this is possible. I only semi-jokingly suggested I would chain and lock her door so we could occupy the room together forever. She laughed as did I but together forever has a great ring to it.
I was hoping time would stand still and this would never end as Bethany is just so compelling!!!!!
Before the party she was firmly ensconced in my psyche, afterwards Bethany was in my bloodstream there was no denying it or turning back. I was absorbed and under the influence of her pulchritudinous appeal, cerebral magnetism and enigmatic persona, the feminine mystique at its finest. I never believed a woman like this ever existed, how she ended up in my wake I don't know but count me as grateful.
Subsequently, I spent as much time with her as I could during the remainder of the trip as I couldn't drink enough of her in. Should you ever have the pleasure I'm certain you will find her as inspiring as I. She not only possesses but imbues a distinct and exclusive ebullience. She is as fine as sterling silver and as brilliant as pink diamonds.
As much as I wanted to experience some of the other fine ladies in the house I was totally committed to seeing her for my final rendezvous of this sojourn. So I set up a 7:00 time to meet her in the bar, I wanted this experience to be even more memorable than our first, I knew I had to step up my game. To see her in her portfolio is one thing, seeing her up close and personal is quite another. I had only one ace, I hadn't played it in a few years, I had to do something to try to show her she was very significant and consequential to me not to mention more beautiful than she could ever imagine. Some of you who know me understand I never pack light as a matter of fact I have enough of whatever for almost everyone (one of the ladies needed toothpaste this trip and I had plenty to go around) so my apparel is extensive. In my garment bag, wherever I go, I carry my custom tailored Armani suit as you never know when it will be germane at any given time and now was the time to pull it out of the protective carrier.
I arrived promptly at seven o'clock from my room at the ranch, I pulled back the black curtains hoping Bethany would be in my sights but she had not yet arrived. As I walk through the bar I immediately got a few looks, there was a palpable buzz in the room in seconds a murmur came over the bar that turned to cheers/shouts and eventually to applause. Marcie and Dena were at the end of the bar with my friend Smoothtalker all with grins a mile wide. Marcie and Dena commented on the accoutrement with a fond embrace and kind word. The ladies were not far behind, Cassie was smiling wide, Sami embraced me and I hadn't seen Char with that big a smile ever as she provided an encouraging word. I told them all I did this just for Bethany, it’s true, "The Suit" typically lives in the garment bag. Shortly thereafter Bethany emerges from the kitchen/lounge area of the back of the house looking majestic and more fetching than ever, she seems taken back by my dress. I step out from in front of Sami and walk towards Beth. Between the warmth and support from all the ladies (including Dena, Marcie and support staff) and the breathtaking beauty that stands before me I lose my composure and begin to tear up as I approach Beth. She tells me not to weep as I try to remain composed, for the most part I do. She makes mention of my attire but due to the volley of cheer in the bar I can't distinguish precisely what it was. I think the suit worked but I think I overwhelmed or scared her a bit, hope I didn't aim too high. I did it just for her, I wanted to do what I could to be as equal as possible to the immense beauty and presence she brings not only to me but all in her wake, Beth deserves no less. This woman just floors me, having had her arm, attention, intimate regard and consideration is not only noteworthy but to me significant.
We go back to her room and she makes me glad to be not just a man but who I am, a man with great regard and feeling for an adorable, alluring, ambrosial, celestial being inside the woman known as Bethany St. James.
Men have fought wars and built nations in the name of women of her standing and sphere.
Bethany is a woman to be revered, her impact is as profound as her essence, nature’s most beautiful creation and the sexist woman on the face of the planet... a triumph... a female phenom.
Beth,
You’re not like the rest, all I want is to hold you forever.
My eternal affection,
Bret Maverick