The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 04

Chapter Four

New Spinner KAYLEIGH

Available 7/17-8/5

Height: 5’3″

Weight: 98 pounds

Blonde Hair

Blue Eyes

Measurements: 32b-22-32

Age: 18 (birthdate: Dec. 4, 1999)

Hi everyone!

My name is Kayleigh and I’m a newcummer to the LPIN scene. I graduated from high school in June 2018 and am working here in Flagstone, Nevada at Happy Ending Ranch! I’m chill and laid-back, so it would be easy for you as a client to feel comfortable with me.

I am and always will be a California Girl at heart. I love camping in the desert and all things outdoors such as boating, swimming, hiking, and rock climbing. I enjoy roller skating, too (though I’m terrible at it and usually wind up falling flat on my butt).

I’m also a girl who CRAVES sex. Call me a nympho if you must :), but I’m super passionate when it comes to pleasures of the flesh. I love to role-play in different costumes, so can be anyone you want me to be. Would you like your own personal cheerleader? How about a maid who can’t seem to get the job done and needs corrective discipline? I have an open mind and am willing to try unusual positions.

I cater to both men and women, especially couples, and the disabled. One-on-one is my favorite, though. I promise to pamper and spoil you rotten during our date. I want to be that release for you, that escape from reality. Let me soothe away your stress from work or be a getaway from an unfulfilling life at home. My lone objective is to deliver you complete satisfaction and the experience of a lifetime.

Call our office at 775-555-0105 to schedule an appointment with me. I’ll be ready and waiting. Or show up unannounced and surprise me! Either is fine, and up to you.

Can’t wait to hug and kiss on you!!!

-Kayleigh 🙂

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What insanity is this?

After returning from Oakfall an hour ago, Lindsay’s eyes skewered her iPad as she vegged cross-legged on the bed. The poor girl had no idea what to think of the website profile Jim created for her last evening. He inquired about her general interests and used the answers to piece together this “biography.” He also gave the illusion Lindsay (ahem, Kayleigh) wrote it herself.

It paints me as a slut. While that was Lindsay’s involuntary response, she reminded herself of something – I am a slut. Did she have any justification to complain about the way the page portrayed her? This isn’t Tuesday night mass at Sacred Heart. I’m a brothel courtesan now.

Lindsay explained her lack of sexual experience during the interview with Colt and Pamela yesterday and assumed she made the point clear. I’ve been with two guys in my life… that’s it. She spoke about it with Jim during their road trip too. Pamela, by comparison, had been with thousands of men and hundreds of women. With Pamela’s body count, there is no comparison.

According to the profile, Lindsay loved to dress up as a cheerleader? She was on a regional squad in high school, sure, but had never worn her uniform during sex. Such an idea had never crossed her mind.

Until now.

A maid who needs discipline? The write-up intimated she was begging to be roughed up by total strangers as well. While Lindsay enjoyed a brisk spanking, inviting keyboard commandos from the Internet to give her one wasn’t something she thought she’d ever do.

I love being with couples too? While the possibility of taking part in a threesome sent both her imagination and libido soaring, Lindsay hoped her first time with another woman didn’t happen during a party. That would be wrong on so many levels. She had been bi-curious for a long time and wanted her first girl-girl experience to be monumental. OhmiGod, I’d give anything for it to be with Pamela.

Lindsay catered to the disabled too? That’s a new one. She wondered if guys showed up in wheelchairs looking for a sexy romp. Was it a common occurrence? How about war veterans with missing limbs? Burn victims? The mentally handicapped?

Hmm, why wouldn’t they? Aren’t they entitled to pleasure too? Would those unfortunate souls with more extreme disabilities have a handler who’d assist them with getting into position for a comfortable lay? I sure wouldn’t be able to do that myself. A shiver zipped up her spine. I don’t want to hurt anyone.

I gotta learn to be nonjudgmental and have an open mind. This was what she wanted, right? Lindsay wanted this job. She had chosen it following months of research. To get fucked for a living. There were going to be many unique things she saw and did here, whether it be cosplay dress up and sex with a quadriplegic or getting her ass spanked by Dirty Grandpa from Kentucky.

Pamela promised me one hundred percent safety and security as long as I’m here. Said “unfavorable incidents” with customers are rare and taken care of swiftly by management. Lindsay told herself there she had no reason to be apprehensive. The sheriff’s station is right down the street. No client would rough her up too hard during one of those spankings, right?

But those pics… ugh. It would be awful if anyone from Citronelle ever stumbled across them. My family, my friends, teachers from school. Half of the photographs were G-rated, but in the rest, Lindsay resembled a struggling, low-rent porn actress spread across the pages of a filthy magazine ready to bang.

What if someone from back home shows up one day and wants a GFE with me? Perhaps her history and math teacher, Mr. Frieto, would offer $500. That would be awkward, though Corn Chip was cute. Zack, Lindsay’s ex-boyfriend? I’d tell him to fuck off. Or how about the pervy neighbor, Rich Foster, who would ogle Lindsay from his window whenever she sunned herself at the backyard pool? Big Dick loved taking pics of me in my bikinis. By now, Lindsay imagined Mr. Foster had an entire portfolio stashed away, hidden from his wife, on a flash drive.

That old man was a total creep. But Lindsay couldn’t deny facts, either: having those pictures taken voyeur-style and offering the senior citizen an occasional wet ‘n wild show gave her an undeniable rush.

Yesterday afternoon, Colt insisted Lindsay venture down to the recreation room with Jim for a photoshoot. “Your bio page is worthless without any pictures.”

The shoot was far from professional as Jim took snaps with his cell phone. Lindsay wore a variety of outfits, some steamy and some not, and most on loan from Pamela. Riley let her borrow a trench coat and she modeled in it too. Things transitioned upstairs, outdoors, to Lindsay’s bedroom, and Jim kept snapping pictures.

Colt was adamant about nude shots being included too. Things grew dicey at that point. Lindsay had shaky limbs getting naked for Jim, a man three times her age, and one she had met earlier in the day. This isn’t like Big Dick taking random pics of me in my bikini from his window. No, these were full-on nudes.

Jim made the modeling session easy, however, similar to when he searched her backpack and uncovered those sex toys. He showed the emotional investment of a bored house cat as Lindsay stripped down to her rawest form and showcased herself for the world to witness.

In the end, Lindsay didn’t have a problem baring it all for Jim. That was the easy part. Instead, her lone concern centered on having explicit photographs floating around in cyberspace.

Once it’s on the Internet, it’s there forever. If the pics were taken down later tonight and no one downloaded a single copy, there would still be ways for people to find them twenty, thirty, even fifty years from now.

As well as tomorrow.

What if someone tries to use them against me in the future? Blackmail me? While the thought may be paranoid, it was still a legitimate concern, however Lindsay decided she’d cross that bridge when (or if) she came to it. There’s no need to worry about it now. These pics are a necessary sacrifice.

Wanting her to be comfortable, Jim encouraged Lindsay to take several breaks during the shoot and had her cover up with a robe. He kept her hydrated with bottled water and made certain she had access to a variety of snacks.

Jim takes pics like this with every new girl since he’s the one in charge of the website. Lindsay didn’t mind. It’s not like he’s an old horndog who’ll go home later and jack off to the images. But she wouldn’t have any objections if he did.

Jim assured Lindsay this was the best route to build her business, or in his words, her brand. It was crucial. The website received thousands of hits every day from people across the globe. Potential clients would view Lindsay’s page and want to book parties with her.

Wow, I look young in this one. Lindsay stared at a photograph of her on the loveseat (naked, of course) holding a massive four-foot-long teddy bear like it was a birthday present. In reality, it was Pamela’s most prized, cherished possession – Beary Potter. Lindsay’s youth was exaggerated further by a pair of bushy pigtails. Jim photoshopped all my pubic hair away too. Damn, no tan lines either. These pics are fire!

Maybe Big Dick will add these to his collection and come knocking here one day with thousands of dollars in cash for me. Come to think of it, perhaps having these photographs on the Internet wasn’t such a bad thing after all. Lindsay’s eyes crinkled with a smile. I have the suspicion this page is gonna make me mad money.

Lindsay glanced around her private bedroom. This is my new home now. It had a king-size bed, a fifty-five-inch flat-screen television, a reclining chair, a study area with a desk, a small kitchenette, and a tabletop refrigerator. The room was otherwise bare and had no personality but was Lindsay’s to decorate as she desired. She purchased a couple of items in Oakfall to jazz things up but hadn’t pulled them from the bags yet.

This bed is huuuuuge. Lindsay had slept in a twin-size for as long as her memory served, so her new bed was a significant upgrade. I wonder how many people have gotten fucked in it. The television was larger than the one her mother and father had in their family room too. In Lindsay’s bedroom back in Citronelle, she had a twenty-nine-inch tabletop. That thing is older than I am.