"I'm going to try something new," she told Lewis one day. "I can make a lot of money." Lewis shook his head. "You have more to offer than that."

"I know I do," Brooke said. "But the only thing anyone wants is this," and pointed underneath the table.


Shelly Duschel remembers Brooke coming to the Ranch in early 2008. Freckled, brunette, a few pounds over Hof's ideal, she introduced herself to Shelly, and they talked about Moore and Popeye's chicken and the inertia of Oklahoma. Brooke had submitted a video of herself pole-dancing, which attracted the attention of the front office. Thanks to HBO, they sometimes received upwards of 1,000 applications a month.

Like all the girls, she was picked up from the airport and driven directly to the brothel at the inevitable address of 69 Moonlight Road. A doctor tested her for syphilis, gonorrhea, chlamydia, and HIV. She was given a "Bunny Bible," a written code of working-girl conduct, and a "mentor."

Ranch workers are not unlike firefighters: They sit around in the windowless property and kill time until a buzzer goes off, at which point they stop whatever they're doing — including sleeping — and line up for whoever just walked through the door. The customer picks the woman he likes best, and she has 10 minutes to get him into a room and begin selling him on various sexual services from a menu. If she can't, he's turned loose for someone else to try and close. It was not unlike speed dating, Shelly recalls, only with a guarantee of a climax.

Brooke was a closer; she had experience chatting up men, making them feel special. Most workers average four to 10 partners per week. If they're popular, $15,000 for a three-week stint (four or five days a week, 12-hour shifts) is not unreasonable, though the house takes a 50 percent cut.

When an escort closes a sale, she goes to an office and writes down the services to be performed, along with the agreed-upon price. The office hands her a fresh set of sheets. She inspects the customer's genitalia with a flashlight for any breakouts. Sometimes it's over quickly; sometimes the men just want to talk. Sometimes you hit a high roller: Brooke once made $20,000 for an overnight party.

No drugs are allowed on the premises, but no drugs are allowed in baseball, either. Mostly, the girls drink. "You had to be in a different place mentally," Duschel says. "Girls drink in order to do the job."

Once, Brooke drank to excess and had to be carried to her modest room, the kind reserved for the new and unproven. She stared at Duschel and pulled her close.

"I want you inside of me," she said, too cotton-headed to process the gender of the person in front of her. "Honey," Duschel said, "I don't have a penis."

The next morning, Duschel told Brooke about it. Brooke laughed. She had been too drunk to remember.

Duschel left the Ranch in early 2009 but returned to visit. Brooke, tired but happy to see her friend, came out to greet her wearing a kimono. She was blonde now, and thinner, better tailored to Hof's preferences. She had slept with the boss, as many do, and had been an escort for promotional duties, like the Tyra show. Her room had been upgraded to one for the better earners: She had a private bathroom and a fireplace. They talked about Duschel's pregnancy and her marriage.

"She looked beautiful," Duschel recalls. "Beautiful and troubled. Like all of them."


In late summer 2009, Brooke told management that she was pregnant with her second child. "She didn't seem to care who the father was," Hof says, claiming that Brooke initially had approached him with an offer for him essentially to be a sperm donor. They never pursued it.

There always had been boyfriends, none of whom seemed to stick around long. "It's impossible to have a normal relationship," Duschel says of adult entertainers. "You begin to believe you only deserve another damaged soul." Maybe, Duschel thought, Brooke got too drunk with a customer one night and forgot to use a condom.

She intended to return to Oklahoma to have the baby, then resume work in Nevada. She had appeared only briefly in one episode of Cathouse and hoped to get more screen time in the next season. Hof promised her a baby shower when she returned.

According to Air Force Amy, a popular Ranch attraction, Brooke could've stayed and earned money from men who "love lactation." Though that notion didn't entice her, she did promote an auction for her "anal virginity," which she hoped would invite attention. Law school was on the table, too, but few women in the business can ever escape the stigma for mainstream careers.

Lewis saw her for the last time at lunch, just before her final trek to Nevada. He repeated his concerns.

"I'm fine," she said. "I'm safer than if I were home." He walked her to her car, hugged her, and told her to be careful.

Less than a month later, she was in Moore and phoning Fierro looking for cocaine, the damaged girl coming to the surface. He drove her to 1511 Southwest 56th Street, where drugs and guns and bad feelings left her a witness to a murder. Fierro escaped. Brooke fought for two lives and lost both of them.

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LazyRoes
LazyRoes

It's fairly simple why the story is written so many times.  Many women are lazy and get used to using looks to get things.  Can't think of a single guy friend who uses looks to get things.

goodguess
goodguess

This  "story" will continue to be written and written again, until our society gets real about sex and the misogynist rhetoric about womens  bodies and womens roles is rewritten.  Always remember this is a sex issue for the men who buy it, but its an economic issue for the women, pure and simple.  And what else can be expected in a culture that devalues women and provides unequal earnings potential out of the gate.  Clearly the previous commenter fits right into the norms.  As for poor Brooke, she was not just another dead hooker, she was a mother, a daughter, a friend, a life that should be honored and remembered and loved as such.....compassion is ALWAYS warranted, in my opinion, even for the merciless.

elvagotrago
elvagotrago

How many times has this story been written?  Yet girls line up, insist they can take care of themselves, then get used like a tissue.

At a certain point, compassion is no longer warranted.  Sterilization seems the only way to break the cycle.


 
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