Sorry I don't have many photos, as this was a longtime ago

The Summer of '68

It was The Spring of 1968 and I had just graduated. I was sick of living in the cold Midwest and wanted to go out in the world and explore the world. My girlfriend had moved out west and was working a summer job as a housekeeper at a hotel in Las Vegas. One day she called me and invite me to come stay with her, and she said that I could work there too.

 

I took a few clothes and jumped on the train and two days later, I arrived. While on the train I teased my hair and curled it a bit, hoping to look professional for my new job.  I was so excited to be out on my own, free from the restrictions of being at home.

I took a cab to the hotel and looked around a bit.  It was a beautiful place, with a small lake, a pool, and 24 rooms.  I went to the front desk to find my friend.

There were two handsome men tending the desk, along with and older woman..  I asked for directions to my girlfriends room.

One of them did all the talking

He frowned at me and told me that she had left two nights ago, and was gone.

"Oh my God," as I lowered my head and started to cry.  "She promised me a job."

"What's your name?" he asked

"I go by Cinnamon," I said wiping the tears from my eyes.

 

"I'm sorry, Cinnamon, I don't have any jobs right now."

"What about her job?" I asked

"Let's go to a more private area, Cinnamon!"

 

They led me up a flight of stairs, to one of the rooms and asked me to sit down

 

They both chuckled, "You don't want her job, trust me.  You seem like a sweet and innocent, young girl, and beautiful if I might add that."  He said looking me over.  "This is not a place for you!"

"Why, she said that she was a housekeeper, I can do that!"

 

 

 

"Sweetie, she was quite a bit more than a housekeeper."

"Tell me," I frowned.

"Let's just say, sometimes she would entertain."

 

"You mean she, well, slept with guys.  Is that why she left, you fired her for sleeping with men?  I mean, I do that too, occasionally."

 

"No, that wasn't why, sweetie.  There are certain things that a girl can do in this state that they can't do in other places." he said wrinkling his brow.

I was starting to get the idea and found myself giggling, openly.

"Tell me, please."

 

"Ok, she had sex with special guests of ours, for a generous wage."

"Oh, wow!  Then she was a..." I didn't want to say it outright.

Many thoughts were running thru my head at that moment, and I was picturing myself doing that, dressed in a Nightie waiting for a man to pick me.  I had no money and nowhere to go and suddenly the idea became quite intriguing.  The oldest profession in history, why not.  It was legal here and my body was throbbing at the thought.

 

They laughed, "You catch on quickly."

 

"What if I told you that I might want to do that?" I grinned at them.

 

"Seriously", he asked,  How old are you?"

 

"I turned 18 two months ago." 

 

"Do you think I'm pretty enough for that job she had?"

 

"God, Cinnamon, you are a Goddess.  Excuse my being forward, but can you, well, do you have any experience in bed?"

"I don't know, my boyfriend always thought so.  He used to bring friends home to be with me."

"He'd watch you?"

"Yeah, most of the time.  He was kind of a freak, now that I look back at it.  Who knows maybe he was making money off of me."

They both laughed. "Did you like that?"

"Oh, yes I loved it."

"Well, Cinnamon, it sounds like you know what you are doing."

I giggled again, "I guess there is one way to find out." I grinned

One set up a Polaroid on a tripod, commenting on how fun some photos would be.

I blushed a bit, and smiled at them as they started exploring me.

"You like?" I giggled

"Your very young and beautiful,"

One lifted my dress and the other slid my panties down.

"God, Cinnamon, you are beautiful."

"Thank you! Why don't you two, have a little fun with me?" 

 

  They were quite passionate and focused on me, taking all my clothes off.

Let's just say, we all had a very good time.

   

"Your hired." they both laughed, the three of us out of breath.

The one guy explained what I was to do when I had a special person or persons to be with.  He told me that I would get $20 an hour for 7 hours a day.  He also explained that I would clean rooms, but if I only had one on my list I would go to that room at 8PM.  Most of the men would bring cameras, and a photographer, just for fun.  $20 per hour was a lot of money for those days and I was sure I would be good at earning it.

 

I spent the next 4 days cleaning and was eager to have my first evening experience.  After work I would go horseback riding and swimming.  This was paradise.

 

One day I went to the office and got a list with one room on it.  I was so excited and couldn't wait.

 

I went for a swim and waited anxiously for 8PM  I decided to put a lot of makeup on and tie my hair up for my 8PM meeting.

 

For all practical purposes I was almost naked.  I knocked on the door at 8PM and an athletic gentleman opened it. He was gorgeous and to the right of the door there was a man with a movie camera.  He filmed me with the guy.  This was my first porn film.

The man with the camera became a steady customer, filming me and photographing me with whoever he would bring with him.  The whole thing was me doing porn films.  I probably was photographed and filmed 30 times.

A Film with a Guy and His Wife

 

            

 

 

As winter approached I dreamed of home and one day jumped on the train.  I was street wise now and once home went to work as a waitress in a small bar, cafe.

I rented an apartment, living alone.  Oh, yes I was very promiscuous, but didn't go back to that life style again.

The experience was was awesome, and learned many lessons, then I met Kelley in 1978.  He was a ladies man, DJ, at a local bar, and we clicked almost instantly, moved to New Orleans and were married in 1979.

That's my story and to this day we still play naked on camera, sometimes just the two of us, then sometimes I play with special friends.