Colt wagged a finger with a forced grin. “Watch it, my friend. You know the rules. Gotta fork out some cash if you wanna touch Pamela like that.”
“Man, you’re breakin’ my balls!” Sammy stepped away, chuckled, and held both hands up in surrender. “Not even a quick freebie, huh? Cold, man. Real cold.”
Soon enough, Sammy zeroed-in on Lindsay and opened a dialogue as Pamela listened and Colt tended to Nicolette and her customer, who had finished their party and returned to the bar. “Where are you from, darlin’?”
“California.” I need to relax and loosen up. “Palm Springs, the desert.”
“Ehh, the desert? You enjoy it there?”
“No, not really. But it’s what I’m familiar with.” Lindsay played with the silky tendrils of her hair, twirling them around multiple fingers. “Been there my whole life.”
“I’d never live in the desert.” Sammy absentmindedly cracked his knuckles. “I love Vegas, but it’s way too hot. Palm Springs too.”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s rough.” Lindsay tried to be as personable as possible. She had never sat down and talked with an older man like this before. Not in this situation, that’s for sure. In all likelihood, she was moments away from having sex with him! Did her hopeless attraction make the reality of what was about to happen better or worse? Lindsay didn’t know. However, one thing was for certain: there was an awful lot to like about this man.
His expensive clothes. His voice. His beard.
Definitely his beard.
And that confident, brash attitude. Sammy was a frequent customer, and Lindsay worried if she could meet his lofty standards. He understood this brothel game inside and out, knew what he wanted, and wasn’t the type who’d take “no” for an answer.
“It’s just… I’m sure Salt Lake is… better.” The eighteen-year-old did her part to keep the conversation rolling and maintained a smile, per Pamela’s teachings, but felt like pursing her lips together and pressing the timeout button to reconsider her decisions yet again.
I can do this. It’s just sex, right?
I want to do this.
Or do I?
Tonight, this man is going to fuck me in exchange for money. I must do whatever he says and please him at all costs, else Colt will boot me out of the house, and I’ll be forced to head back to Citronelle. Yet there will still be nude pics of me accessible on the Internet.
Forever.
Similar concerns ran roughshod through Lindsay’s mind. She had come a long way since that fateful afternoon when the school counselor, Mr. Brennan, caught her and Zack fucking in the auditorium. Or when she gave Zack a blowjob in the coat closet on Christmas Day with her family gathered in the nearby living room. Alison said I had a glob of jizz on my neck for all of dinner. God, I hope no one else noticed.
Such lewd, wanton acts served as a precursor of things to come, a warmup of sorts – practice – for what would one day be the decision Lindsay could never claw back. Would she regret it? This was her destiny in life, perhaps the legacy she’d leave behind.
Tonight, I become a whore.
“So, this is your first day working in the brothel, huh? That’s difficult to believe.” Sammy reached out and placed a firm, authoritative hand on Lindsay’s kneecap, and it made her heart shift into a higher gear. “What made you decide on this profession?”
I can do this. I’m going to work hard and be the best damn whore this house has ever had. Lindsay had no need to fight that word anymore, right? Deny or take offense to it? It’s my job title; my chosen profession.
I’m a whore.
“Hmm, something different. Kind of dippin’ my toes in the waters of life, I guess.” Lindsay was trying to maintain her composure but found it difficult with these impure ideas, as well as Sammy swiping his thumb over and across her exposed thigh. An energy swirled around them, like a magnetic field, and she felt herself being pulled in. “Wanting to branch out and have new adventures.”
He tucked his hand into the crook of her elbow. “Oh, tonight is gonna be a treat.”
This man is going to destroy me. “Tell me about yourself.”
“What’s there to tell? I work for a pharmaceutical manufacturer in Salt Lake City. I’m in corporate and the job gets stressful at times. So, when I get the chance, I like to treat myself to irresistible young girls like you.”
A blazing heat spread across Lindsay’s face. “Irresistible? Th-Thank you.” She found herself tongue-twisted. He is sweet and excessive praise like this goes a long way with me. After the fiasco with the lineup earlier, the boost of confidence did her wonders.
“I’m excited to be here.”
Lindsay’s face sparkled. “I’m excited to be here for you too.” Would you object if I were to call you Daddy? I’d like that. It would turn me on.
Sammy again eyed Lindsay from head to toe in her lingerie set. “You look much better in person than your pictures, and those pictures are amazing.” His hand rubbed her thigh and the curve at the bottom of her hip. “I was driving home from a business meeting in Vegas and figured I’d stop by the ranch and see if my favorite, Scarlett, was working. I checked the website in the parking lot and noticed someone new on it – you. I’ve been with countless working girls over the years, honey, but your body… your body is fantastic. It’s perfect.”
Oh, yeah. Keep going. Lindsay may have been speechless but welcomed these compliments and hoped they’d never end.
“I adore Scarlett, but I must have you. I’m so glad you’re not with another client. I almost lost it when I saw the picture of you with the teddy bear and the pigtails. So. Fucking. Hot. That sealed the deal for me.”
“Don’t worry,” Pamela chimed in for Lindsay, knowing she had to say something for her. “Kayleigh plans on showing you an awesome time, Sammy.”
His gaze shifted. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten you, darlin’, because I haven’t. Not for a second. I’d love to stay and chat, but the wife will get suspicious if I’m too late arriving home, and I’m not in the mood to deal with her bullshit tonight. That damn meeting took forever, and I did not want to be there. I have time for one hour, tops.”
Pamela gave his shoulder a playful shove. “You better not forget me! You’re one of my favorite clients.”
“I’ll often spend a couple of days in town and have multiple parties with multiple girls. Sometimes, every girl in the house! But, as I said, I’m pressed for time.” Seeking Lindsay’s hands with his own, Sammy tangled their fingers together. “I want to go back to your room and talk about having a party with you.”
Having accepted her so-called destiny, Lindsay was still blushing. And ecstatic. “Okay.” The heat from his hands burned her skin.
Pamela stood. “Do you mind if I tag along and do the negotiating, Sammy? Kayleigh is new and we want to train her to do things the right way around here.”
“That’s fine. I know the drill.”
“Kayleigh, escort the man back to your room.” Pamela’s voice was light and bubbly. “Lead the way, guide him.”
“Oh, yes. Yes, Pamela. Yes, yes, of course.” Lindsay struggled with short, rapid breaths as Pamela followed them to her bedroom. This stranger is about to put his dick in me.
Lindsay released Sammy’s hand and watched him go to the bed and sink into its edge. After a few seconds of awkward silence, Sammy beckoned his soon-to-be plaything with a crooking of his index finger. “Come sit on my lap, babygirl, and I’ll help you relax.”
“Did you forget the training protocols I taught you already?” Pamela’s eyes narrowed to crinkled slits as Lindsay hurried over to Sammy and settled across his lap. Pamela realized that Sammy, of all customers, wouldn’t mind if she gave Lindsay an on-the-job refresher. “At the start of a negotiation, you always want to help your client get comfortable and then sit on his or her lap. You don’t stand around with a blank face and wait for the client to make the initial move.”
Blood and all its warmth had left Lindsay’s face and settled in her feet. Please don’t be mad at me. “I’m sorry.” I need this job and promise to do better. But her ankles soon crossed and both legs stretched out in front of her from being held by such thick, muscular arms. Hmm, Daddy. Though they’d just met, Lindsay trusted this man to take her anywhere.
“She’ll learn, Pamela. Don’t worry. You had your first party once, too, remember,” Sammy said, his eyes rapt on her face. “Too bad it wasn’t with me, though.” He stroked Lindsay’s back and tried not to become too intoxicated by the floral scent of her hair and the sheer arousal of having a young minx like this so close. His gaze cut to hers. “Oh damn, look at those innocent eyes.”
As a customer, Sammy had protocols to follow too. Not peeling away the cups of Lindsay’s bra and fondling her breasts or reaching inside her thong to sample what was underneath proved far more of a challenge than he expected.
Once they agreed on the ground rules and a financial transaction was complete, he’d snatch this opportunity.
With a better grip on her emotions (and wanting to impress Pamela), Lindsay observed Sammy with an upturned face. “What are you looking for tonight, sir?” Remember your training. She glided two fingertips across his chest in a lazy circle. “What can I do to satisfy you?”
“Sir. Wow. Respectful, aren’t you? Such a sweet, sweet, thing. I like good manners. They’re a forgotten trait in today’s society.” He cleared his throat. “Obviously, I want to fuck you. I want to enjoy your tight little body. I want oral both ways, and French kissing. Lots of French kissing. Maybe give you a spanking, too, because I can tell you need one really, really bad.”
Her pussy burning and composure shot to hell, just like that, Lindsay swallowed over the lump in her throat. Sammy said all that as if he was browsing the menu at a restaurant and ordering food from it. Yeah, and I’m the main course.
“Does all that sound okay to you, Kayleigh?”
“Yes, Pamela. Yes, yes, it does.” A shudder throttled her backbone. Oh God. I’m gonna get sick.
Once again, Sammy couldn’t help himself – he had to break protocol. He reeled Lindsay’s head in close and tongued her mouth, lovingly, showing her how to kiss like a grownup until she yielded to his advances and clung to him in a foreshadowing of how her body would soon move under his as he fucked her. He pulled her closer by the waist and there was no way she could shake herself free.
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