The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 06

Chapter Six

Pamela stretched her arms high, emitted a deep, drawn-out yawn, and blinked her weary eyes. A blur of wavy blonde hair, her head thrashed from side to side as the bed she had spent the night in was bouncing and creaking in a lewd, rhythmic fashion beneath her.

“Morning there, Pam-Pam,” Scarlett said in a gentle tone, shrugging her shoulders, her face scrunched up. “And … sorry? We didn’t mean to wake you again.”

Pamela rubbed at the meddlesome ache in her lower back and, upon recognition, gazed into the face of her best friend. Scarlett’s features were ablaze as she rode Charlie’s cock cowgirl-style, her thighs straddling his pelvis, her luscious, surgically enhanced breasts flopping about.

“I don’t want you to be sorry. Don’t ever be sorry.” Pamela had to clear the morning gravel from her throat before she spoke again. “Waking up like this is so incredibly sexy. It never gets old.”

The thirty-year-old reached out and twined her fingers around Scarlett’s hand before focusing on their paying customer. “What’s up, Charlie? Good morning to you, baby. Couldn’t stop yourself from enjoying Scarlett again, huh? Well, can’t blame you for that.”

Charlie’s body, though running on fumes, had a profound reaction to Pamela’s touch and sweet disposition. He had become lost in the sensations that continued to build, the quickening, the pull from within. “I gotta fuck you one more time, Pamela.” His voice was strained, raspy. “At least one more time.”

Charlie made his return to the brothel last evening just as Sammy left following his three-hour GFE spectacular with Lindsay. Still overwound with visions of marital bliss permeating his brain (and certainly not expected back so soon), Charlie spoke to Colt in the parlor and requested Pamela’s presence the instant he arrived. During his drive from Vegas, Charlie came up with an exciting idea and shared it with Pamela.

“You were incredible earlier, sweetheart. You gave me the time of my life and made me happier than I’ve ever been before. Who knows what the future holds? Who knows if I’ll ever be able to make it out here again? Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. It’s not for any of us, right?” Charlie was becoming emotional, a fate that often befell older virgins who visited the house, so Pamela gripped his hand to offer some moral support.

“It’s okay, baby. Talk to me.”

“I drove all the way back to Vegas but thought about you the entire time. You made every fantasy I’ve ever had become a reality, and I needed to see you again. So, I came back. Every fantasy, that is, except one.”

“Oh?” Her brows shot up. “What’s that?”

“I’d like to book an overnight party – a threesome – with you and the redhead. What’s her name again? And is she available?”

Fortunately, Scarlett was available, and they partied through the night as a triad.

“Oh my God, that feels so good. Oh God.” Scarlett’s body flopped around like an Olympic gymnast atop Charlie’s dick as he thrusted his hips upward, his abdomen frozen, to create more mutual stimulation. “Keep going! Keep going!” The sound of frantic fucking mixed with her urgent pleas. “Oh baby. Don’t stop. I’m gonna come.”

After three hours of one-on-one bliss yesterday afternoon, Charlie had been the centerpiece of a Pamela and Scarlett sandwich since eleven o’clock last evening with fragmented patches of sleep mixed in here and there. It was past nine in the morning now, and Charlie had forty-one minutes remaining in this threesome overnight party that set him back an additional $15,000 (plus another $750 in credit card processing fees).

Long specialty parties like this didn’t come cheap.

“That’s just the way Scarlett prefers being fucked too.” Pamela trailed her tongue along Charlie’s neck and collarbone, down to his pectoral region, and he couldn’t suppress the burst of oxygen that escaped his lips. His heart jackhammered away. “I looooove watching your dick slide in and out of her like this.”

Charlie had been spoiled rotten by these two. Best of all, it wasn’t over yet.

Pamela’s eyes flashed as she glanced back up at her girlfriend. “What do you say, Scarlett? Do I get another piece of Charlie too?”

Seeming to be lost in her own personal ecstasy (though it was an elaborate act on her part to make their client happy), Scarlett placed both hands across Charlie’s chest and used it as a balancing point. She bounced atop his cock harder, faster, full of energy. “Give me a minute, baby.” Scarlett’s eyes, a lambent, jade green, soon closed, and she lifted her chin skyward. “Just one min …”

She let out a high-pitched screech and faked her twelfth orgasm since their party began over ten hours ago. That seemed like forever and poor Scarlett couldn’t wait for this ordeal to finally end. I’m sick and tired of this pathetic excuse for a man bulldozing my insides. She was more than happy to hand the reins over to Pamela. Thank God. It’s her turn now. Still, Scarlett’s actions were convincing and had Charlie fooled.

Pamela rose to her knees in the aftermath, hugged Scarlett, and kissed the side of her head, her face, her ears, and her lips. She tasted like alcohol and sex, and Pamela had a reaction of her own. These ladies had a strong chemistry and loved having threesomes with their customers. It was much better than a typical one-on-one. The financial payoff was far more substantial, and they shared physical responsibilities instead of being the sole focus.

Pamela had a hand on Scarlett’s ass, kneading every gorgeous inch, and continued to serenade her with kisses and ear nibbles.

“Oh, dear God. That felt good. So good.” Scarlett was all smiles as her body crested downward from the height of an imaginary orgasm. Instead of focusing on Charlie, she met Pamela’s mouth for an amorous kiss that included plenty of tongue action. Though not bisexual in her personal, away-from-the-ranch life, Scarlett had no issues making out and/or having sex with Pamela (or any other lady employed here). But only if the price is right. They tilted and twisted their heads until finding the right angle.

Charlie lay there watching, his heart still thumping.

“You want your turn, sweetheart?” You better say yes.

Blushing and biting her lip, Pamela nodded and cast her gaze toward Charlie. “I want to fuck him again.” Though exhausted and wishing she could sleep for the next seventy-two hours, Pamela had a job to do. “Charlie’s my guy.”

Scarlett dismounted him and his cock wobbled and pointed toward the ceiling. It throbbed, his balls full and aching, needing a proper release.

All along, Charlie planned to save his final load for Pamela. Well, that, and the fact he found himself in love and had visions of riding off into the sunset with her to a whole new life. But even if that didn’t happen, Pamela was still going to be an integral part of Charlie’s life story forever. Since she had popped his cherry, he would never forget this woman.

Unlike most working girls, that knowledge held some weight with Pamela. While she wouldn’t allow herself to develop a true attachment, she still cared about her clients long after they left the house and conversed with several through e-mail. Most women in the industry couldn’t care less for even their most loyal customers.

Scarlett rolled off to the side, changed out the condom again, and applied a generous helping of lubricant. She snagged Pamela’s wrist and helped her climb atop Charlie. I need a break from this loser. With her opposite hand, Scarlett grasped Charlie’s shaft and guided it toward Pamela’s pussy.

“Oh, wow. You’re already wet.” Scarlett acted astonished as she popped the thick, flared head between Pamela’s tender folds. This was a routine they’d practiced and perfected together over the years countless times. “How is that possible?”

“After what you and Charlie did to me overnight? The two of you rocked my world like it hasn’t been rocked in a long, long time.” Pamela laughed at her words, obviously an exaggeration, as she slid onto Charlie’s cock with a face-splitting grin. She impaled herself completely, totally, gloriously. To Charlie, it was too much, too exhilarating.

“Can this bed be any more defiled than it’s been in the past ten hours?” Scarlett reached out and fondled Pamela’s ass, round and perfect. “I mean, this bed of mine is iconic. It’s seen so much action since last night, it isn’t funny.”

Pamela leaned over and flicked her tongue across Scarlett’s lips. “Don’t worry, it’s got plenty more miles left on it, baby.”

“If we have time, once you’re finished having your fun with Charlie, I’m gonna play with your little pussy and make you cry out in orgasm.” Scarlett’s smile turned predatory, even sardonic. “In fact, I wanna fuck you with my strap-on dildo too. The pink one, your favorite. Sound good, sweetie?”

Pamela nodded again, her eyes glazed over.

“I want Charlie to watch me fuck you.”

“Oh, man!”

“Thank you for everything, baby.” Scarlett was gracious as she leaned over and offered a full-fledged kiss to Charlie’s lips. “Good Lord, lover. You know how to make a girl feel special. I’ve had so many orgasms being with you and Pamela, I lost count. I need to run off and use the restroom but promise to be back in a few minutes.”

Scarlett kissed Pamela again as well, then stood and gathered her coils of mercury-red hair atop her head before allowing them to topple back down across her shoulders. The move seemed innocent, but Scarlett realized exactly what she was doing. To Charlie, it was riveting and would excite him further. “You two kids have fun, okay?”

Without a stitch of clothing on, Scarlett sashayed out of the bedroom, her hips swaying, and off to the washroom she shared with Kenzie down the hallway.

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With Pamela now as his sole focus, Charlie reached out, palmed her breasts, and her nipples leapt to attention against his thumbs. Oh God, sweetheart. Let’s ditch this place right now, run off, and get married on The Strip. The two temporary lovers made eye contact and smiled. You have no idea how much I care about you.