“At the end of a negotiation, if you and your client can settle on a price, you’ll want to ask him to take his penis out so you can perform a dick check. It’s mandatory in this house, so they cannot refuse. I don’t enjoy doing them at all because it’s impersonal and can be off-putting for a man, but Colt has his rules. He has the final say over everything, and no matter what, I can’t get him to change his mind.
“Be sure to wear latex, powder-free gloves and use a halogen flashlight for the dick check, or DC for short. We’ll provide one for you. Scan for any open sores, scabs, skin tags, discharge, or inflammation. You’ll have a box full of wipes soaked in rubbing alcohol and will want to wrap one around the client’s dick. If there are any wounds, even minuscule ones, you’ll know right away by how he reacts. Rubbing alcohol on an exposed wound, particularly on a penis, isn’t a pleasant experience.
“If your customer fails the DC, politely request he leave the premises and alert management immediately. The customer is important, but our personal safety and health always take precedence.
“If they pass, though, point them toward the trucker’s shower we have – a shower is also mandatory for any paying customer – and prepare your room for a party. Lay a protective sheet over your bed and change into any new outfit the monger requested. Or go nude if they ask. Leave every decision up to them. We always aim to please.”
“Hi, Kenzie. You okay, honey? Oh, you poor thing.” Once they’d circled back to the entrance, Pamela rushed over to a savory Puerto Rican empanada at the bar who wasn’t having the best of days. Kenzie had her head in both hands and wore a bathrobe that was hanging open in front.
Lindsay again licked her lips, this time at her first-ever sight of an adult woman’s bare breasts. They look soft and warm, and I’d love to touch them.
She had a tired, blotchy face, and disheveled black hair pulled back into a scruffy knot. It appeared like a bolt of lightning had struck her.
Jim stood over the woman as if he was her guardian angel, his hand massaging her neck and back. “C’mon, Kenzie. Take this aspirin with some water and eat these grapes. It’ll help with your hangover.”
The flutter in Lindsay’s belly coincided with the twinkle across her face. That’s so sweet. She longed for a man to provide for her in such a manner. Imagine Zack being that kind to me. Lindsay stifled a laugh at the ridiculous notion.
“Thank you for getting me takeout, Jim.” Holding both arms out wide as if she wanted to hug the entire world, Lindsay beamed at him. Lunch was delicious. “You have no idea how much I appreciate it.”
Jim eased away from Lindsay’s embrace and winced. “Not a problem.” The fifty-six-year-old theorized beneath her façade of innocence Lindsay was a spunky little thing with attitude, and he envisioned a bright future for her working here. Indeed, the sky was the limit. “My pleasure.” Truth be told, Jim could’ve stayed in the hug all day long but past experiences taught him, killer body or not, becoming attached to a turnout would lead nowhere.
Pamela ran a soothing thumb along Kenzie’s neck. “Listen to Jim, honey. Taking some medicine and eating some food will make you feel better.”
“What happened to her?”
“She partied way too hard last evening with a regular of hers from Arizona,” Pamela said to Lindsay. “It was a five-hour party, and both she and the customer got blitzed. Kenzie woke up right before you came here and is paying the price for it now. Colt drove the guy back to the Twin Tops Motel and escorted him to his room so we’d be sure he made it there in one piece.”
Pamela focused on Jim, who held a bottled water to Kenzie’s unwilling lips with his opposite hand. “You want me to talk to Colt about giving Kenzie a couple hours off? She’s in no shape to see anyone at the moment.”
“Colt told me she can have the afternoon off. I asked already,” Jim said, before shifting his focus back to Kenzie. She groaned and thumped her forehead on the countertop. “Sweetie, c’mon. At least take the aspirin and a drink of water. Do it for me.”
Kenzie lifted her head, slowly and not without struggle, to address Lindsay instead. “Are you … the new girrrrrl?”
“I am. Name’s Lindsay.” I’ve never seen anyone in such a drunken haze before. First Sahara and Riley, and now Kenzie? Did every girl classify as a heavy drinker here? I won’t fit in if they are. Her mouth dry and doubt swirling, Lindsay rubbed both hands on the two front pockets of her denim shorts and double-checked her phone was there for the hundredth time. “It’s so wonderful to meet you.”
“Wonderful to … meet you … tooooo.” Kenzie’s forehead fell back to the counter with an audible thud.
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