Lindsay’s world and everything in it exploded in flames once Pamela’s soft, precious lips swooped in and silenced her with a kiss. The world froze; it was as if time had stopped, and Lindsay sensed the negative emotions she had experienced thus far fade off into oblivion.
They were gone, just like that.
Lindsay relished Pamela’s tongue upon her mouth and, no shyness or hesitation on her part, leaned in closer to maintain contact. The kiss may have only lasted three seconds, but it was long enough to make Lindsay’s soul come alive. Her heartbeat accelerated and helped unearth powerful emotions that she had never known.
When their lips parted, Lindsay let out a deep, contented sigh, gazed into Pamela’s eyes, and found her heart gushing with love and endless affection. Kissing Pamela was warm and delightful and gratifying and thrilling and made Lindsay’s body hum in the most exhilarating way imaginable. It made her believe that she had died and gone to Heaven. Without question, those few seconds were the best few seconds of her life.
“I said,” Pamela, her features glazed over as well, whispered against Lindsay’s sweet, pliable lips, “nothing is wrong with you.” She splayed a series of butterfly kisses along Lindsay’s cheek and stopped shy of her ear. “Nothing.”
Everything in Lindsay surrendered to Pamela yet begged for more at the same time.
Did Lindsay have any idea how adorable she was when she blushed like this, a perfect combination of sultry and innocent? It didn’t often happen, but a whirlwind of mutual, red-hot attraction swept Pamela up too. It didn’t matter why or how, either, or for what reason – Pamela wanted Lindsay’s delicate, nubile curves beneath her in a hot, naked tangle in bed.
Right now.
“Never doubt yourself, baby. You’re gorgeous and will make a ton of money here in due time. Trust me, okay? I can’t believe how gorgeous you are.”
Lindsay braced herself as Pamela’s mouth met hers once again for a tenacious, hungry kiss. It was like a runaway locomotive this time that continued to pick up speed. Wanting to match her aggressiveness, Lindsay grabbed Pamela’s long, braided ponytail and coiled it around her fist as they assaulted each other’s mouths.
Tongues dueled and explored every nook and cranny. Lindsay’s hands traversed the length of Pamela’s spine, her shoulders, touching and kneading her sides. God, Pamela was amazing, divine and voluptuous, and so tempting as a sensation gained traction between Lindsay’s thighs that could only be taken care of in one way.
“What would you say about going up to my bedroom with me, honey?”
Her heart dancing, that was the best idea Lindsay had ever heard. “I’d like that.”
“Kayleigh!”
Both ladies glanced back to the stairwell where that familiar voice originated from. Colt was on bent knee at the top, his eyes fixated on them, his expression conflicted. “Kayleigh, you have a customer in the lobby asking to see you. He saw your pictures on our website and is intent on booking a party.”
Pamela scowled and her head dropped as Lindsay’s complexion paled. A customer? Now?
How could such a magical moment be squashed? Lindsay had waited forever to be kissed by another woman like this! She and Pamela were seconds away from making this into a far more amazing experience, too, one she’d cherish for the rest of her life.
But it got interrupted.
Colt cocked an eyebrow. “Should I tell the man you’re not available?”
“No,” Pamela said for Lindsay with a simper. Like Colt, she understood they weren’t in the business of turning potential johns away. As tough as this was to accept, she and Lindsay would have plenty of time to play later tonight. “Give us a few minutes, okay? I’ll have Kayleigh ready as soon as I can.”
Colt rose to his feet. “Hurry. Time is money.” He backpedaled and disappeared.
“No!” Lindsay was beside herself but spoke in a low tone as Pamela twisted to face her. She didn’t want Colt to hear her protesting. “I want to be with you! Let’s go up to your room!” Lindsay’s whiny voice intensified. “Please, Pamela! Please!”
“You’re here to make money and a client wants to see you.” Pamela understood that the customer always came first. She and Colt were interrupted earlier this morning, too, when Charlie showed up and picked her for a GFE. “How about we spend some time together after you see your customer? Just you and me, okay?” She lifted a strand of Lindsay’s hair and let it fall back into place. “We’ll pick up right where we left off.”
Lindsay shoved away and sank into the sofa as a tear plummeted down her cheek.
“You need to make some money. It’s why you’re here, right? And don’t forget, you still owe me six hundred and sixty-three dollars.” A thickness formed in Pamela’s throat for saying that last part, but she hoped it would snap Lindsay back to reality. “We’ll have plenty of downtime between clients to enjoy ourselves, I promise.”
“You’re right, I guess.”
“So, wow, yeah. Your first client. How exciting!” A brief smile of realization overtook Lindsay’s lips as Pamela added, “Remember, honey, you’re still in training. If the client is okay with it, I’d like to sit in and listen to you talk with him. And I’ll do the negotiations for you, too, as long as the customer doesn’t mind.”
Right. You’re my Big Sister and you’re helping me out this week. Showing me the ropes.
“But if we can agree on a price, you’re on your own with the customer after that. I’m not going to sit there and watch the two of you have sex.”
How about we make it a threesome, then? Lindsay no longer cared if her first girl-girl experience took place during a party. I want Pamela, plain and simple, and I want her right now. I don’t want to wait until later tonight and I’m fine if it’s in a threesome with a random client.
* * *
“Sammy!” A few moments later, Pamela broke away from Lindsay, rushed over to the man in the parlor, and seized him in a long, spirited hug. “Oh my God! Sammy, I haven’t seen you since Christmas! Where have you been?”
Rooted in the shadows, Lindsay craned her neck to obtain a better view. Who is this man? Sammy? You’re… older. Wow, a lot older. You remind me of Uncle Craig. Her pulse kicked up. I’m skipping out on being with Pamela for you? What made you choose me off the website? A wave of tingles spread through her from head to toe and she couldn’t take her eyes off him. I like older men.
This was a different feeling than being in the lineup earlier, too, one Lindsay couldn’t explain. Oh my. You asked for me by name? Do you want me naked and to have sex with me? Can I… can I do this with a stranger?
“It’s not like you to be away from us this long, Sammy!” A colossal grin pulled at Pamela’s mouth as she pecked his cheek. “I’ve been worried sick about you! I haven’t seen any posts from you on the bulletin board in months.”
“I’m still here, fortunately. Alive and kicking!”
“Sammy is one of our best mongers,” Colt said.
Monger? Hmm, that strange word again. What does it mean? Pushing her curiosity aside, Lindsay assessed the man. He was older, at least fifty-five or sixty in her estimation, with white hair and a stocky, muscular build. He was well-dressed, sophisticated and handsome, dressed in a button-down shirt and slacks.
His hand was groping Pamela’s ass too.
“You still live in Salt Lake, pal?”
“Sure do. Will never leave it.”
Pamela squealed and wiggled her hips as Sammy pulled his hand away.
“Sorry,” he said to Colt. “Couldn’t help myself. You’re quite the lucky man.”
Lindsay nibbled on her lower lip, drew her shoulders back, and gazed at Colt. He didn’t have any visible response to Sammy touching Pamela.
“Been back up to Alaska for any trout fishing?”
Colt is accustomed to random guys showing up and fucking his wife. Lindsay offered a nonchalant shrug. It’s happened thousands of times before, so why would he show any reaction to this guy putting his hands on her? I bet he didn’t even notice.
“Oh, yeah. I travel to Alaska as often as I can. I love trout fishing almost as much as I love this brothel.”
“Sammy, I want you to meet Kayleigh.” Pamela motioned toward Lindsay. “Today is her first official day on the job.”
“Hi,” the sweet blonde girl said before casting a nervous, momentary glance toward Pamela. I think I like him. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, sir.”
“Whoa. Your first day?” Sammy plugged his eyes back into their sockets as he appraised the young woman before him that he’d soon purchase, her innocence accentuated by the lacey lingerie that it made his chest constrict with desire and tenderness. Lindsay’s downcast blue eyes glowed with an adorable shyness and her awkward stance from wearing the pumps made Sammy want to sweep her into his arms and carry her off to bed.
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