“You and I are gonna have a lot of fun,” he said against her hair, fragrant with the floral shampoo, and felt her quiver in anticipation. “Oh, a lot of fun, believe me.” His gruff fingertips found her pussy and explored. “I’m gonna give you the fucking of a lifetime. Everyone else will pale in comparison to me from now on.”
Pamela coughed multiple times, interrupting their little moment. She couldn’t allow things to snowball out of control before they agreed on a time and price. The last thing she wanted was for Colt to storm down the hall and start banging on the door. Offering a freebie to a customer was perhaps his biggest pet peeve. “You want an hour-long GFE, right? Can you do seven hundred dollars?”
Tilting his chin downward with his brows knitted, Sammy regarded Pamela. “Darlin’, you know me. I’ve been coming here for years. I always offer six hundred an hour for a standard suck-and-fuck. I don’t go a cent over. It’s a hundred more than your house minimum, which after all the countless times I’ve been here, I should be paying. But I’m a nice guy and like to take care of you ladies.”
“No harm in asking, is there? And you’re right, you are a nice guy. You always take care of us by offering more than the minimum.” Pamela had conceded the bargaining already. No way could she nudge the needle any higher with this particular customer. “You only have time for one hour, right?”
“Yes, only one.”
“Six hundred dollars sounds good to me!” That would be three hundred in earnings for Lindsay, though she’d have to give it right to Pamela because of the loan. Still, it’ll be my first party! Lindsay was also excited her room and board fee for the day would be waived.
Pamela smiled from ear to ear. “Kayleigh, this is as simple of a negotiation as you’ll ever have. Sammy is so easy to deal with. He’s not one of our best mongers like Colt said, he is our best monger.”
Must be another word for customer, right?
“I’ve spent a fortune here over the years.”
“Sammy, can you drop your pants so we can do the DC?” Pamela positioned herself as he showed no resistance. “Kayleigh, on your knees alongside me, and put these gloves on. Yeah, there you go.”
His dick is half-hard and already bigger than any other I’ve ever seen.
“Hold this flashlight. Now, remember what you’re supposed to be looking for, okay? Bumps, sores, bleeding wounds, anything you don’t want to see before having sex with someone. Anything which seems out of place. You need to focus and concentrate, look really hard. Take his dick in your hand like you’re supposed to. It’s not gonna bite you! That’s your job, silly girl, not mine.”
Sammy was grinning like a Cheshire cat as they conducted the inspection. “Boy, oh, boy. Pamela and Kayleigh, an untouched brothel virgin, on their knees in front of me. What did I ever do to deserve this?”
Pamela’s eyebrows danced as her fingertips kneaded his balls. “You want a threesome, baby? I’d be more than happy to have a threesome with you and Kayleigh. I want to sink my greedy clutches into this sweet thing too.” She bumped her head on Lindsay’s shoulder. “I’m dying to, trust me. You know how much I love being with other girls.”
Yes, yes! Please! Take me hard and ride me from behind like I’m your bae while my face is stuffed full of Pamela’s pussy!
“I’d love to. But not tonight, honey. On a budget.”
Peals of wild laughter burst from deep within Pamela. “A budget? Since when are you ever on a budget, Mr. CEO?”
There goes that idea, huh? Story of my fucking life. Lindsay took the initiative and wrapped the wipe soaked in rubbing alcohol around Sammy’s dick. Wow. I’m actually going to do this. I want to do this. But I think it may be too large to fit in my mouth. He was clean and showed no reaction other than a contented murmur.
“Yay, you pass,” Pamela said.
Once the ladies returned to their feet, Sammy pulled a money clip from his pocket and began counting off one-hundred-dollar bills.
That’s some mad cheddar, yo. He must have forty or fifty of them.
“Pamela, darlin’, I know you’re going to ask me to take a shower, but I’m in a time crunch. Cut me a break, will you? You know I’m clean. I’ve been here a million times and had a shower three hours ago in Vegas. I remember when Colt was a wide-eyed high school kid, and his dad ran the fucking joint. He sure ain’t no kid anymore. I need to get home to the wife. Please, give me a pass tonight.”
Pamela’s eyebrows pulled together in contemplation as she glanced at Lindsay. “Showers are mandatory, sweetheart, but on rare occasions we can make exceptions. I can vouch for Sammy.” She wrapped her fingers around his dick and gave it a quick, appreciative squeeze. “Never had an issue with him, and he and I have been together many, many times. Are you okay if he doesn’t take a shower? He’s a good man, and I trust his word he took a shower in Vegas.” She leaned over and grazed his cheek with a kiss. “Sammy would never lie to me about that.”
“If you say it’s okay with you, it’s okay with me.” Besides, Lindsay had already noticed his scent – fresh linen and expensive body wash. No foul odor whatsoever.
“Thank you, dear.” He handed $600 to Pamela.
“Would you like a receipt?”
“No. Oh, and darlin’, this is for you. Keep it.”
She accepted an extra twenty. “What’s this for?”
Sammy hooked his arm around Pamela’s shoulder and she offered no resistance when he pulled her right to him. Lindsay stared, her eyes huge, as Sammy found Pamela’s spicy little mouth with his and flat-out took it. His tongue pushed against hers. Pamela’s knees buckled, but Sammy clamped his hands on to the round, generous curve of her ass and lifted, keeping her upright. His kiss wasn’t loving; it was hungry, demanding, and conquering, but over way too soon.
Sammy pulled away. “We’ll have another party next time I’m in town.” His other hand slipped inside her dress and played with her breasts. “Been way too long since our last one.”
Pamela licked her lips as she stared at his. “I’m counting down the minutes to it already, sugar bear.”
Without any preamble, Sammy switched his focus, smashed his mouth to Lindsay’s, and claimed it with a hot, piercing kiss. To say the move caught her off-guard would be the understatement of the year. Sammy stole Lindsay’s breath in a millisecond, and she couldn’t help but instinctively arch and mold her curves to the best parts of him.
Holy fuck! His hands are all over me!
“I trust you and Colt. Take the six hundred dollars and process it for me. I don’t want to do it at the office. There’s no need with you already here.”
Sammy luxuriated in the decadent pleasure of kissing a marvelous, sweet girl so much younger than he was. “You know I love you, Pamela, and definitely want to fuck you again, but please leave, let me be alone with Kayleigh. I’ve always wanted to be the one to break a brothel virgin’s cherry. Have Colt or Jim knock on the door at fifty-five minutes so I’ll know it’ll be time to finish soon. That will give me five more minutes. I may lose track of time, you know, and forget about the countdown on my cell phone.”
“Fine, but you better come visit me before you leave. I want to say goodbye to you.” Pamela wiped her lush, pink-kissed lips with a thumb. “Scarlett will want to see you too. She’ll be pissed if she doesn’t.”
Sammy placed his right hand between Lindsay’s thighs and his left on her breasts. He bent and snagged a nipple between his teeth, and she flung her head back with a feverish cry. Her nails clawed into the taut muscles encasing his shoulder blades.
Let’s have a threesome, please!
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