On the far wall, a lone window had thick bars over it. Reminds me of a prison cell. It was an added layer of security, though the window overlooked the backyard. Enclosed and walled-off, it prompted Lindsay to believe the bars were overkill. Good luck to any intruder who tries to bust in. Ain’t happening. Random touches like this reinforced Pamela’s promise about how vital employee safety was to management.
In front of the bed, a sealed box had seventy-five cases of condoms in it. Lindsay was stunned when Pamela first explained its contents yesterday. A regular person wouldn’t need anywhere close to this many condoms in their lifetime, but they were gone through like popcorn at a movie theater here at Happy Ending Ranch. Cleanliness was important, and Pamela told Lindsay it wasn’t uncommon for her to cycle through up to five condoms an hour with a client.
Several cases of personal lubricant and dental dams were nearby as well. Pamela had to explain their purpose because Lindsay didn’t have the slightest idea what they were. “Dental dams are a thin square of material that acts as a barrier between a person’s mouth and another person’s genitals.” Many working girls used them if a client wanted to perform oral sex. Made of polyurethane, dental dams resembled a wet wipe but were dry like a paper towel.
“Some girls are extra cautious and not at all comfortable exchanging fluids with their clients, and these give us a layer of protection,” Pamela said. “Personally, I’m one of them. I don’t mind kissing – to an extent – but I always insist on my mongers using dental dams.
“There’s one man I’ll make an exception for – one monger, I mean – and his name is Corey. He lives in Indianapolis. He’s the sweetest guy and has been here an umpteen number of times over the past seven or eight years, and always just parties with me. No one else. We share e-mail every single day and he sends me random gifts every week without fail. Corey was a virgin when we first met, and I’m still the only woman he’s ever been with. I know things are safe with him. He’s clean.”
Sounds like you have an amazing provider-client relationship with Corey. Lindsay was jealous. I bet you’re the best, most considerate courtesan in the entire LPIN system. Pamela and her cheery disposition and sweet, spiritual soul captivated Lindsay. You make these guys feel like a million bucks.
Perhaps if she rented out her body enough times, Lindsay could develop something unique with a client too. I’d love for someone to send me gifts every week.
“Colt doesn’t require dental dams during parties, but I recommend them. I wish he required them. I’d hate for someone’s life to be ruined.”
Lindsay didn’t know if she liked that idea. Every man already must wear a condom for both vaginal and oral sex in a brothel. State law mandated it. Sucking cock with a condom over top of it? Wow, unique. Lindsay craved the taste of cum and was looking forward to swallowing copious amounts of it while working here but wasn’t legally allowed to. That was a shock and an unexpected letdown. If I do, Colt will can me on the spot.
Fuck it. Lindsay decided she wouldn’t require any client to go down on her with a dental dam. Contracting an illness at a brothel, she had read, happened once in a blue moon. Pamela is being way too cautious, but that’s her right, her decision. Me? Customers can have at my pussy. In Lindsay’s mind, oral sex was meant to be enjoyed with no obstacles getting in the way. Licking pussy through a paper towel? Disgusting! I’d never ask anyone to do that.
While the overanxious turnout filled out legal paperwork yesterday afternoon, Pamela vegged close by and spoke about the expectations of being a “Happy Ending Girl.” She also stressed how important it was for Lindsay to maintain a barrier between herself and the customer at all times.
“But you cannot let the customer know a barrier exists. It must be invisible. You must treat every customer like they’re the king or queen of the world. Your entire focus should be on them and whatever they desire. Your own pleasure is secondary. Colt will tell you it doesn’t even matter.”
“Like Scarlett and the guy who says he wants to leave his wife and marry her? Randy’s his name, right? Scarlett had some serious barriers up, but I didn’t notice them until after the guy walked away.”
“Exactly,” Pamela said. “Amy provides Randy love, pleasure, and companionship. It’s her job.”
Amy?
“She’s being paid to provide a service. But Randy is so taken with Scarlett, I mean, not Amy, and this happens to many of our customers – reality becomes blurred.”
Oh, that’s right; I remember now. Amy was Scarlett’s real name.
“In many ways, it’s what we strive for as sex workers, as it equates to more money. Randy is in love with Scarlett because all he sees when they’re together is a jaw-dropping, vibrant girl young enough to be his daughter.
“Scarlett is submissive, she’s attentive, and hangs on his every word like he’s the most important man in the universe. She caresses and consoles him, lets him vent his frustrations about work and an unhappy marriage at home. In bed, she allows him to do things to her that his wife would never consider. Whatever he asks. And the whole time? Scarlett has a loving smile across her lips, like she’s having the time of her life.”
“Scarlett doesn’t have any feelings for him in return?”
“No. The only feelings Scarlett has for Randy is he’s a returning customer – a regular. He’s easy money. Randy gets on her nerves sometimes by talking about getting married and having kids, but she puts up with it. She tolerates him. Randy enjoys fantasizing out loud.”
“And he doesn’t know Scarlett is engaged?”
“No. No way.” Pamela’s face sagged. “Scarlett lives back east in Cincinnati with her fiancé, Jason, and her son, Aaron, and commutes here every three weeks for work. She’s always on the phone with them. Says she has another two years left in the sex trade because she hopes to build up more savings. Then she’ll retire and focus on Jason. Wants to settle down and have another kid or two, you know? Being faithful in the past was difficult given Scarlett loves sex and has an addiction for it. But after working here for a couple of years, she says she can do it. She’s ready to be monogamous.
“Working in a brothel diminishes one’s sex drive… a lot.” Tears threatened Pamela’s eyes and she sniffled. “You learn to be loyal to those who are good to you if you’re fortunate enough to have someone in your life – a boyfriend, husband, girlfriend, or whatever. This job, believe it or not, has brought Scarlett and her fiancé closer together.”
How old is Scarlett’s son? While she didn’t appear to be any older than twenty-five, rumor had it the boy was twelve and Lindsay assumed Scarlett could be in her early- to mid-thirties because of it. I’d never guess Scarlett is that old, but would it be a surprise if she is? Riley had no reason to lie about the son’s age, right?
In this business, women had the tendency to approach their appearance the way most people did their job – they worked it. Like Pamela, Scarlett exercised religiously, had a deep tan, and spent a fortune on beauty and skincare products. But apparently that wasn’t enough as the Riley grapevine also informed Lindsay that Scarlett had her breasts augmented and nose redone.
Lindsay recalled a tweet from a sex worker who attributed her continued success from treating her body as if it were a home renovation project. Some things she fixed herself. Others required professional help. But every aspect had to be in showpiece, open house condition.
I’ve seen pics of courtesans on Twitter who are in their fifties yet don’t look a day over twenty-one. If Scarlett was a thirtysomething, as Riley indirectly led Lindsay to believe, hard work, a healthy diet, and a fair amount of plastic surgery had knocked ten years, if not more, off her age. Maybe that’s something I need to consider in the future. I hate it that my boobs are so small.
“But when Scarlett is with Randy,” Pamela kept talking, “he tells her he loves her. She will reciprocate and tell Randy she loves him too. He’s her favorite customer and always looks forward to seeing him.
“But after Randy leaves, Scarlett could be back in her room twenty minutes later with another client and telling him the same thing. Randy is forgotten until his next visit. Scarlett tells her customers whatever they want to hear and is ultra-sincere. At least, she comes across as sincere.
“My opinion? Scarlett is the best all-around provider we have. She puts up an affectionate smokescreen, but that’s all it is – a smokescreen, a false façade. She’s getting paid to provide a service and never becomes emotional or attached to a client.”
Lindsay’s brow creased and she gnawed on her lower lip. I’m sure I’ll fall in love with every single one of mine. “Is that how you are with Corey? The guy you let go down on you without a dental dam? Do you put up a smokescreen and detach yourself?”
“No, not with him.” Pamela’s gaze softened. “I have my barrier up, yes, but Corey is such a sweet guy. He’s my favorite and I care about him a great deal. I mean, with him, it’s impossible not to. I don’t know why some girl hasn’t snatched him up and married him. I always expect him to write me one day and say he met someone and won’t be coming to visit me again. He’s the one and only client I’ve ever spoken to over the telephone too. Skype, specifically, but it’s on my phone. Colt doesn’t mind. I call Corey once a month and he sends me a fifty-dollar Etsy gift card, a digital one, and we talk for an hour, maybe two.”
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