LEXUS

Curvy, cute, sweet, and cuddly

My Hair: Sunlit blonde
My Eye Color: Captivating brown
My Height: 5’6”
My Weight: 110
My Measurements: 34d-23-35
My Age and Birthdate: 18; January 5, 1988
My Hobbies: Dancing, partying, and making your event unforgettable

Hello, party people!

 Looking to turn your next event from mundane to mind-blowing? Allow me to introduce myself, I’m Lexus – your personal party ignition switch. Sure, you can catch my sizzling moves on the main stage at Bare Essentials, but why settle for a sample when you can have the full experience?

Whether it’s a bachelor’s last hurrah, a birthday bash that’ll be talked about for years, or a corporate event that needs a shot of adrenaline, I’m your ace in the hole. I don’t just bring the heat; I set the whole place on fire!

Imagine the electric energy of center stage, teleported right into your living room, hotel suite, or wherever your party pulse is beating. My moves will hypnotize, my smile will electrify, and my vivacious vibe will keep your guests buzzing long after last call.

From tantalizing teases to being the life of the party, I’ve got an uncanny knack for reading the room and delivering exactly what it craves. And hey, what happens at your shindig is locked in my vault – discretion isn’t just promised, it’s guaranteed.

Want to double the trouble? Team me up with my partner in crime, Bambi, for a dynamic duo that’ll blow your mind!

Don’t let your next gathering be just another footnote in the social calendar. Let’s craft an epic tale they’ll be recounting for ages. Seize the moment, grab that phone, and let’s turn your event into the stuff of legends!

Ready to ignite? I’m just a call away!

XOXO,
Lexus – Your Legendary Night Maker

For bookings and inquiries, please contact Bare Essentials. Must be 21 or older to book. All services adhere to legal and ethical guidelines. 

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 Colt leaned back in his rickety computer chair, eyes fixed on the monitor before him. The biography stared back, adorned with tantalizing photographs that stoked the embers of his burgeoning obsession. He’d lost himself in a digital maze for the past hour, somehow winding up on the website of Bare Essentials, a Baltimore gentleman’s club with an all-too-familiar face among its roster. Pamela’s alter ego, Lexus, smiled at him from the page, her eyes holding secrets he hadn’t known to ask about. Beyond the expected stage routines and lap dances, her profile boasted of private party services, a detail conspicuously absent from her interview.

Dakota, my dear, you didn’t mention that as part of your résumé. Who was he to judge? All throughout the sex industry, everyone had secrets. No one laid all their cards on the table during an interview. Hell, if they did, half the girls wouldn’t make it through the door. Colt ran a hand through his hair, wondering what other surprises Pamela might be hiding behind that megawatt smile.

“Looking to turn your next event from mundane to mind-blowing.” Colt read those words out loud, shaking his head. He shifted, the chair again creaking in protest. “Christ, girl, what were you thinking? Private parties like that …” He trailed off, fingers drumming upon the desk.

Suddenly, his spine bowed, a cold realization washing over him. Parties. This is where she must’ve met the guys she prostituted herself out to. His jaw clenched, a surge of heat boiling in his chest. The thought of Pamela – young, vulnerable Pamela – in those situations made his blood boil. But Colt inhaled a deep, purifying breath and rolled his head, willing the tension away. “You’re with us now. You’re safe. I’ll never let anyone hurt you here.

“Bambi?” Colt squinted at the screen, muscle memory kicking in as he fumbled for his coffee mug. It’s empty. He lifted it to eye level, as if accusing the ceramic of betrayal. “Figures.” He slammed it back down, the hollow clunk echoing his frustration. “Who the hell is Bambi?

“Dammit, Dakota.” He scrubbed a hand across his chin. “What else don’t I know about you?” His eyes lingered on her smiling face, but his shoulders gradually relaxed. “Can’t fault her for not spilling everything, I suppose.” Icy chills crept up his backbone. “Still … private parties. Jesus, those can be dangerous.”

At the bottom of the webpage, two hyperlinks vied for Colt’s attention. “More pictures of Lexus” pulsed in electric blue, while “Lexus’s customer reviews” sat quietly beside it, holding the promise of deeper revelations. The average visitor would’ve reflexively clicked on the photos, hungry for more visual stimulation.

But Colt, ever the professional, saw beyond the surface appeal. Sure, extra snapshots of Pamela would be a treat – and I will check them out eventually, no doubt – but those reviews … they could unveil the true measure of her talents, her client dynamics, her star power. His finger hovered for a moment, then decisively tapped the mouse. He’d opened the reviews, eager to see how Pamela had built her reputation before joining Happy Ending Ranch.

Hey Bare Essentials crew,

Just had to drop a line about the bachelor party we threw last weekend. Man, what a night! We’ve done the whole stripper thing before, but Lexus? She’s in a league of her own.

First off, this girl knows how to read a room. We had a mix of guys – some total party animals, a couple of shy dudes, even the groom’s straitlaced cousin from Utah. Lexus had ‘em all eating out of her hand within minutes. She’d be wild and crazy one second, then switch to this sweet, girl-next-door vibe the next. Talk about range!

The best part? She made it feel like she was just one of the gang, hanging out and having fun. No awkward moments, no clock-watching. Hell, by the end of the night, she had us all doing this ridiculous dance contest. I’ve never laughed so hard in my life.

Only complaint? Time flew by way too fast. Next time (and I promise you, there will be a next time), we’re booking her for the whole night.

Thanks for making Kyle’s last hurrah as a single man one for the books. Lexus, you’re a rock star!

Cheers,

Mike D. (Annapolis, MD)

Hired Lexus for our company’s “team building” event. Skeptical at first, but wow.

·       Punctual and prepared
·       Adaptive performer (HR approved!)
·       Stunning looks, even better personality
·       Handled our eclectic group with ease
·       Discreet and professional throughout

Bottom line: Lexus turned a usually boring event into a memorable night. Our team’s still buzzing. Worth every penny.
J.T., Marketing Director

We would recommend Lexus to anyone wanting the best performer for a live act. Lexus is also a great actress who can roleplay any character that you want. She listens to the instructions you give her, is very prompt in returning your phone calls (she called within minutes after I called Bare Essentials and selected her), was early in her arrival and had everything ready to go. Not to mention she is even more beautiful and stunning than the pictures on your website suggest. After the show, the people at the party agreed that Lexus bent over backward (literally) to please everyone and was very attentive. Even her two bodyguards were totally professional. Try Lexus at your next event. If you do, you’ll be extremely satisfied.

-An adoring fan

I had an awesome time. Lexus is HOT AS FUCK. I want to take her on a date and then ask her to marry me!

Just wanted to give major kudos to Lexus for putting on an awesome show for us on Saturday, March the 25th. All the guys had a great time, and it made for a memorable evening and a memorable bachelor party. Thanks again.
--Malik from Baltimore

To whom it may concern,

 I’ve been to my fair share of strip clubs and bachelor parties over the years – from Baltimore to Bangkok and everywhere in between. It takes a lot to impress me these days, but Lexus managed to do just that at my buddy’s birthday bash last night.

Don’t get me wrong, Lexus is drop-dead gorgeous and knows how to work a room. But what really stood out was her professionalism and genuine personality. In an industry where it’s often all about the hustle, Lexus was a breath of fresh air.

She carried herself with class, engaged in actual conversations, and never made anyone feel pressured or uncomfortable. Unlike many dancers I’ve encountered who make it painfully obvious they’re just there for the cash, Lexus seemed to genuinely enjoy what she does. She performed with enthusiasm, but never crossed the line into sleazy territory.

What impressed me most was how she managed to be compensated fairly without resorting to aggressive tactics or constant solicitation. It was refreshing to see someone succeed in this business through talent and personality rather than pushy sales techniques.

I’m already planning a bachelor party for next month, and you can bet I’ll be requesting Lexus. She’s raised the bar for what professional adult entertainment should be.

Thank you for reading – Joseph

Lexus,

 Just wanted to say thanks for coming out to Irvington a few days back and putting on a fabulous show for all of us. Everyone had a great time (especially the groom-to-be) and I hope you did as well. I also wanted to apologize for the inappropriate remarks made by one of the boys. Although Larry was drunk, he had no business saying something so crass and disrespectful toward you. Please accept my apology on his behalf.

Thanks again for an excellent time, Dennis

Lexus,

I never thought I’d be writing a review for a stripper, but here I am! My girlfriends surprised me with you for my bachelorette party, and I was honestly terrified at first. I’m not exactly the wild type, and the idea of a stranger stripping in my living room had me ready to hide under the couch.

But girl, you changed my mind so fast! You waltzed in with this contagious energy and had us all relaxing and giggling in no time. I loved how you took the time to chat with each of us, making sure everyone was comfortable before the show. And when my maid of honor mentioned I was nervous, you were so sweet about it.

Your dance moves are insane (seriously, how do you do that thing with the champagne bottle?), but what impressed me most was how you made it fun and classy at the same time. No raunchy vibes, just pure entertainment. You even got my super shy sister-in-law to join in for a dance!

Thanks for giving us a night to remember and for showing me that stepping out of my comfort zone can be amazing. You’ve got a fan for life.

-Rachel (soon-to-be Mrs. Thompson!)

P.S. The lingerie tips were spot on. My fiancé says thank you!

I wish we’d made Lexus and Bambi the final act because their show was impossible to beat, especially the sex toy/lesbian skit. They worked together very well and had all of us wondering if they were together in real life. Every mouth in the house was watering. Bambi was very funny and outgoing. Lexus dominated the attention of any man that she set her sights on. It’s a good thing that we had a thirty-minute intermission before the next show because everyone needed to cool off. As a final note, the pictures on your website do not do Lexus justice. She is HOT HOT HOT! Now I just gotta get another of my buddies married so I can book Lexus and Bambi again.

-Anonymous

I just wanted to let you know that Lexus did a show for our friend’s bachelor party this past Saturday afternoon and did a fantastic job. Not only was she on time and prepared, but she was just as gorgeous as advertised. Her absolutely adorable, feisty attitude topped off her perfectly toned body and beautiful, smiling face. Lexus made sure that everyone was having a blast. As for the show, well, I think our poor bachelor might be reconsidering. Nice work! We couldn’t have asked for a better dancer.

CDL 4/29/06

I recently had Lexus and Jewel come out for my best friend’s bachelor party. They were amazing. They were early, chilled, relaxed, and fun. They interacted incredibly well and were just unreal. They really worked the group. Lexus, I might just have to set up a little shrine in your honor (hehe). Will surely request and book again in the future when the time comes.

Hey there,

I’ve been meaning to write this review for a while now. I hired Lexus for my brother’s bachelor party about three months ago, and man, was it an experience! First off, she’s stunning, no question about that. But what really blew us away was her intellect.

Between her mesmerizing dance routines, Lexus got into this intense debate with my buddy Steve about economic policies. I’m talking supply-side economics, fiscal responsibility, the whole nine yards. She was dropping knowledge bombs left and right, leaving Steve (an econ major, mind you) scrambling to keep up.

Later, she switched gears and began discussing classic literature with my brother, the groom-to-be. They went back and forth about Dostoevsky and Kafka for a good twenty minutes. It was surreal watching this gorgeous woman in little more than glitter passionately break down “The Metamorphosis” while giving a lap dance.

Don’t get me wrong, the entertainment was off the charts too. But Lexus left us with more than just the memory of a great show. She got us thinking, discussing, and debating long after she left. It’s been three months, and the guys still bring up points from those conversations.

Lexus, if you’re reading this, you’re one hell of a paradox. Brains, beauty, and killer moves. Whatever you’re doing in this line of work, I hope it’s just a steppingstone to something greater. You’ve got unlimited potential written all over you.

Colt’s eyebrows inched higher with each review, until they threatened to disappear into his hairline. He let out a whistle, shaking his head. Holy shit. This girl’s the real deal. He scrolled up, skimming the testimonials again. Each one sang Pamela’s praises, painting her as some kind of … what? A chameleon in stilettos?

An economics debate during a lap dance? Classic literature discussion at a bachelor party? Colt held both hands out in a silent shrug. And here I thought I’d seen it all.

The corners of his mouth tugged upward as he imagined Pamela – all youthful energy and sunny disposition – knocking the socks off those unsuspecting clients. Now I understand why she stood out from any applicant I’ve ever seen, especially at her age. Heh, some rookie. Girl’s been playing in the big leagues already. 

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 Goosebumps rippled across Pamela’s naked skin as Justin’s shadowy silhouette loomed over her in the pulsing neon glow. “Open your mouth, sweetheart.” Hair fanned out like liquid gold and cascaded toward the floor, Pamela obliged Justin because she was being paid to do so. Her tongue extended past glossy lips like a flag of surrender. Positioned on the mattress with her head dangling off its edge, and her features painted in gaudy blues and neon pinks, Pamela’s fingers curled into the sheets, anchoring herself in this topsy-turvy reality.

“Yeah, that’s it. That’s a good girl.” Still, Justin held Pamela’s head in his left hand and his dick in his right as he inserted its flared head between her lips. “There we go.”

Pamela’s body hummed with energy, each nerve ending ablaze as she welcomed with open arms what would be her new normal from this point forward. Watching Justin’s dark eyes devour her as she performed her wicked service, his bearded jaw tense, had electricity crackling between her thighs. Lips sealed around his cock, Pamela reached out blindly. Her fingers sought purchase, skimming over Justin’s skin until they found the sharp jut of his hipbones.

“Easy now, darling. You’re something else, you know that?” His thumb traced her cheekbone. “Such a pretty, pretty eighteen-year-old girl, aren’t you? You’re a fashion model, yet you’re in a whorehouse. I can hardly believe my luck. Being with you will definitely be worth the seven hundred and fifty bucks for three hours.” Justin tightened his grip on her head, his right hand joining his left. “Ready yourself now. I want you to make me come with your mouth so later on, I’ll last longer in your cunt.”

Pamela wanted to say that the position Justin had her in was uncomfortable, that it wasn’t natural, but she couldn’t say anything at all as he held her still and drove deep inside her mouth. An animalistic noise tore from Justin’s throat, filling her so full of him that Pamela’s heart pounded like a steam engine. The uncompromising cock claimed more and more, asserting its dominance.

“That’s it,” he said. “Good girl, good girl. You can take more. I know you can. I’m going to use your mouth until I come.”

Justin’s hips surged forward, setting a deafening pace. Pamela fought to relax her jaw, drawing on instinct and her experience to accommodate him. The neon lights pulsed overhead, casting shifting shadows across their bodies as she concentrated on breathing through her nose. Her world had narrowed to a rhythm of approach and retreat, Justin’s form imposing and receding in time with her beating heart.

Each forward thrust brought a brush of coarse hair against Pamela’s nose, a sensation both ticklish and grounding. As Justin tested the limits of her tolerance, Pamela braced for the gagging she was sure would come. Yet somehow, the rapid-fire tempo of his thrusts kept her on the knife’s edge of control. The lewd sound of swinging testicles smacking against her forehead filled the old bedroom. Breasts bounced and flopped against the onslaught. Remember, girl, this is what you wanted. Pamela’s throat strained, muscles working overtime, as she rode the precarious balance between discomfort and determination to please her paying client.

She winced at the condom’s unwelcome, rubbery flavor. Pamela felt Justin’s grip tighten in her hair, fingers snarling through the golden strands she’d so meticulously arranged. Tears welled in her eyes, and she knew her carefully applied mascara was a lost cause. As her neck cramped from the awkward angle, Pamela had a moment of clarity. This too would become her normal – the condoms, the positions, the continual erosion of her dignity.

“Oh, man. Wow. So good. So good. That’s it, sweetheart.” His hips stuttered, losing their swift cadence. “Oh, so good. So damn good.”

Pamela sensed the tension growing in Justin’s body, the trembling in his thighs. Despite the ache worsening in her jaw, a flutter of pride – and affection – rose in her chest.

“Get … ready.”

He grunted, gripping her head with a fierce urgency that made Pamela focus on each breath. His hard cock jerked violently in her mouth, and despite the latex barrier, her throat moved in instinctive swallows, puzzled by the absence of the expected warm, delicious jets of semen. Then Pamela remembered why, and despite the disappointment, a surge of elation ensued. She had two and a half hours left to revel in the connection, the power, and the intimacy of her GFE party with Justin. 

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 Warm, dry air whipped across Colt’s face, carrying the scent of creosote and sage. Brittle branches snapped and sand sifted beneath his sneakers, each footfall a muffled crunch in the vast Nevada quiet. He strained against his limits, muscles burning as he pushed to make his legs churn faster. The opening riffs of “Welcome to the Jungle” blared through his earphones, Axl Rose’s distinct vocals urging him onward.

If there was ever a night he needed to make his standard run – to lose himself in the punishing rhythm – it was tonight. The familiar path through Slaughterhouse Canyon beckoned, promising temporary escape. He’d push on to the wrought-iron gates of Crown Hill Cemetery, their skeletal fingers reaching for the star-studded sky. Colt fixed his gaze on them, his personal finish line.

I’m not gonna pretend to be interested in Sherilyn just so Jim can corrupt her further. Colt winced at the thought, his hands clenching into fists. The bitter taste of their argument lingered, threatening a friendship he’d thought unbreakable. I refuse to lie to any girl, to lead her on. Each pounding step echoed the harsh words exchanged earlier. The trail stretched before him, a ribbon of moonlit sand and shadow. As Colt ran, the wind carried away his anger and disgust, leaving behind a steely resolve to stay true to himself, regardless of the cost.

“Come on, man.” Colt’s jaw hardened as Jim’s words repeated in his mind. “Just show her some interest, will you? Sherilyn said if I do her this favor, she’ll let me fuck her in the ass. You know how long I’ve wanted to do that?”

Nope, I won’t do it. The canyon walls stood silent, indifferent to Colt’s musings.

“Dude, you should’ve seen her,” Jim had said before that. “There’s Sherilyn, on her knees, my dick in her mouth, and she’s going on and on about you.” Jim snorted through his laughter. “It was fuckin’ priceless! I have so much to offer Colt,” he mimicked her in a female’s voice. “Christ, she’s gotta be the most clueless chick we’ve ever had. Dumber than a box of rocks.”

Revulsion clawed up Colt’s throat, threatening to choke him as the path blurred beneath his feet. Is this what we’ve become?

But even as that thought formed, a deeper, uglier truth bubbled up: Dad. The wellspring of this rot. He’s created this toxic atmosphere. Thirty-four years of fostering disrespect, of molding men like Jim into unthinking participants in this moral wasteland. Jim isn’t the issue – he’s just another symptom of Dad’s poison.

Colt stumbled, catching himself against the jagged rock wall. Shit. Who am I kidding? I’m no better, am I? When exactly had Colt McCarron become the paragon of virtue?

Years of practiced indifference, all those times he’d looked the other way, the excuses he’d made, the efficient management of human commodities – it all made his skin crawl now. He’d worn the mantle of “the good one” like armor, convincing himself he was different, that he actually respected the women.

But this morning, I was just another dick stumbling out of Sherilyn’s bedroom. Indeed, Colt was neck-deep in his father’s cesspool, just as guilty as the rest. Christ, man, the girl actually cares about you. Dad’s wrong about her. Colt’s chest tightened. She genuinely likes you, and what do you do? Use her like everyone else.

Without warning, Colt’s legs gave out, sending him to his knees. The impact jarred his body, but it was nothing compared to the anguish clawing at his soul. You’re a heartless, disgusting pig. His fingers fumbled with the earphones, silencing Axl’s howl and leaving him alone with the accusation echoing in his mind.

“Fuck!” The word tore from his throat, unhinged. It reverberated off the canyon walls, a desperate cry into the vastness of the empty desert. Colt’s fists pummeled the sand, each impact punctuated by another curse.

“Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!”

Hot, angry tears carved paths down his dust-streaked face. The full weight of his hypocrisy, his complicity, crashed down on him. He’d been lying to himself for years, pretending to be better, to be different.

“Goddammit!” Colt’s voice broke, dissolving into sobs. He slumped forward, forehead pressed against the earth. For long moments, the only sounds were his harsh breathing and the occasional skitter of desert creatures, unperturbed by the human drama unfolding in their midst.

Finally, Colt pushed himself up, wiping his face with a trembling hand. The anger had burned out, leaving behind a hollow ache and the first stirrings of resolve.

Colt couldn’t erase the man he’d been, but he could definitely decide who he would become.

(End of Chapter Four - to be continued)