Pamela crinkled her nose, bent all the way over, and kissed him madly, deeply, possessively. “Oh, this has been awesome, Charlie. Thank you so much for coming back and booking an all-nighter with Scarlett and me. I’m so happy. We both are. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself and that this is a positive memory which lasts until the end of time for you.”
His hips bucked and churned, wanting more of Pamela’s pussy – all of it – as she was perched so snug atop him. I hope you last until the end of time for me, sweet princess. “This has been the best twenty-four hours of my life. You’ve showed me what it’s like to finally be happy.” Joyful tears streaked down his face. “I can’t … I can’t thank you enough either.”
“My pleasure, baby.” Pamela was so tender, so amicable. “I’ve enjoyed it.”
Charlie grimaced; his sister made him promise during their earlier discussion that he wouldn’t make a move on Pamela yet. I want to do it now! “I’d love to come back later this year and visit you again. Probably in September.” I’ll get to know you through e-mail and hopefully over the phone between now and then, show you how sincere I am, and how I could give you the happiness you deserve. Come September, he’d ask Pamela to go on an actual date. We could go to Vegas and have a blast.
His short-term goal was simple: I want you out of this house and living with me by the end of the year.
Pamela peppered the stubble on his chin with kisses. “I’d love to party with you again in the future, baby. Please, please do come back in September. Just send me an e-mail first on the website and let me know the exact date and time, okay? I’ll be here. Or you can call and let either Colt or Jim know.” She opened her mouth over his and it became another soul-destroying kiss. “I’ll be here whenever you want as long as you make an appointment first.”
Charlie could have kissed her like that forever, but instead grasped her waist with both hands as she transitioned into an upright position. “C’mon, Pamela. Ride me reverse-cowgirl like you did yesterday afternoon.” He shifted his hips, desperate to be inside her again. “That’s still the best orgasm I’ve experienced of them all.” With time an issue, Charlie needed to get off in the worst way possible. “I know you said it’s your favorite position. It’s so sexy to watch you bounce atop me.”
No, it wasn’t her favorite position. Pamela only claimed it was because Charlie enjoyed it so much. Her preference was missionary, though she didn’t care for intercourse at all anymore (including in her private life with Colt). She enjoyed oral and cuddling more than anything.
Regardless, his cock still embedded within her, Pamela swiveled on command as he put both his legs together in a straight, rigid line, the same way she had instructed him during reverse-cowgirl yesterday. Charlie found Pamela’s drum-tight backside and gave it a stinging smack, which caused her to yelp. She leaned all the way over and latched on to his knees.
Charlie grunted and closed his eyes as Pamela’s hips bounced atop his dick. Yet those eyes soon popped open as he again zeroed in on the image of her ass stretched so tight before him. He slapped it three times in a row, inciting Pamela further as she rubbed her nipples against his thighs. But Charlie dared not move or twitch his own hips. Yesterday, Pamela informed him she preferred he remained still and let her do all the work while in this position. She claimed it provided her the utmost pleasure.
In reality, again, this position was uncomfortable for Pamela, but having her trick lay motionless like a stiff piece of plywood made it at least somewhat bearable.
Most working girls rode on top whenever possible since it allowed them to control the speed and the depth of the thrusting. Of course, certain clients wouldn’t allow them such control and wanted to keep it for themselves. These men used their dick as if it were a weapon, thrusting as hard and as long as they could, and believed it provided more pleasure for the lady when all it usually did was cause excessive discomfort.
After twelve long years of working here, was it any surprise Pamela found little to no pleasure during intercourse anymore?
“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Charlie struggled to get the words for a valid reason. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them. How was he still awake? It had to be adrenaline and Charlie figured he’d suffer a massive crash and burn once returning to the hotel later. I’ll probably pass out like I’m drunk. “I love my tight, little Pamela. Your pussy feels so heavenly. Just heavenly.” Every muscle was stretched to its max.
Charlie propped the back of his head up against the headboard and allowed himself an unobstructed view as his shaft invaded her. Lavish golden hair shimmered down the length of Pamela’s back in messy, tangled waves as she clutched her lower spine with both hands, an excruciating, intense ache stabbing through it.
“I love seeing your ass, baby. Oh, fuck yeah. C’mon, bounce on me. Bounce on me harder. Yeah, that’s it. That’s it. I like that. God, that ass looks so fucking good. I wanna have it for breakfast!”
“Oh, Charlie. Charlie, oh my God, being with you like this is so sexy.” It took all of Pamela’s willpower to push through this torment, particularly the ache in her lower back. “I wanna ride your dick all day long.”
“What the fuck?” Scarlett stomped her bare foot in the nearby washroom as she glared at the latest text message on her cell phone.
>> Charlie has spent a ton of $$. Offer him 30 minutes for free and I’ll make sure you’re reimbursed accordingly. I want Charlie to leave here with the best sendoff possible. Always want to put quality customers first. Be done by 10:30.
“Goddammit, Colt!” No microphones were stashed in the washroom, so Colt wasn’t witness to Scarlett’s brief outburst. He wouldn’t be happy if he was. “I’d like some sleep. I’m so tired. I can barely fucking stand up.”
Of the $15,000 discounted rate Pamela and Scarlett negotiated with Charlie last evening for eleven hours, Scarlett would receive a cut of $3,750 after splitting it with Pamela and the house. Two-girl parties like this were at a premium and Scarlett charged $900 an hour for herself (netting $450) for them. That didn’t include what the other lady charged as her fee for a threesome. Usually, if it was Pamela and Scarlett, they’d charge $1,600 or $1,700 an hour as a duo, and to make it easier, split the proceeds. Scarlett wouldn’t do a split with anyone else.
Happy Ending Ranch got its fifty percent share too.
In similar situations like this in the past with other working girls, this was where Pamela would run into trouble. They’d become jealous and claim that of the $15,000, $3,750 would go to them while Pamela and Colt, since they were the owners, would pocket $11,250. On the surface it seemed unfair, but what those ladies failed to take into consideration was a sizable chunk of that $11,250 gave them a comfortable roof over their head, three healthy meals and snacks per day, unlimited supplies and drinks, other paid expenses, and helped provide employees such as Jim, the bartenders, chefs, and maintenance their weekly paychecks as well. Not to mention all the other fees Colt and Pamela had to pay as business owners.
Their annual license fee for the brothel, as an example, was $19,000 by itself. Adding to the laundry list was the liquor license, property taxes, household utilities, and so much more.
Despite appearances, Scarlett understood Colt and Pamela weren’t shortchanging her. They’d never low-ball her. She was well-versed in the process. Still, for eleven hours (and now an extra thirty minutes), Scarlett believed she deserved more.
>> I know you’re exhausted and not feeling well after a long night, so I’ll give you a $4,500 cut of the fee – a $750 bonus. You deserve it.
“Oh, wow.” Scarlett dropped her phone into the empty sink and blew out a breath after reading the latest text message. “And why, exactly, were you bitching about Colt, hmm?” She again glanced at her reflection and shook her head. “He always takes care of us.” Still, Scarlett’s lips compressed into a bloodless line. “All I wanna do is go to bed.”
She texted back.
>> I’ll offer Charlie 30 minutes for free.
“Hey. You and Pamela doing okay?” Fresh out of bed, Kenzie flashed into view and offered Scarlett a long, thoughtful hug. “You’ve been through the wringer, huh? I can tell. Overnight parties are rough, especially when a second girl is involved.”
“I’m fine, but also tired and want to go to bed.” Scarlett grunted as Kenzie kissed her on the forehead and stepped back. “I mean, Charlie is the sweetest guy. He’s one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met.” A pained breath passed through Scarlett’s teeth. “But the man has no idea what he’s doing in the bedroom. I know Pamela feels the same way. This hasn’t been a fun experience for either of us.”
“He was a thirty-six-year-old virgin until yesterday, so of course he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Cut him some slack, will you?”
“I know he’s inexperienced. I do.” Clenching her hands into tight fists, Scarlett’s body was dealing with her own assortment of aches and pains. “But it’s made for a monotonous night. Babysitting and repeating the same things. Pamela and I having to show and help him, for example, with just where to stick it in. And he keeps asking us if it’s still in.” She grunted low in her throat and tossed her hands up. “He doesn’t even know.”
Kenzie gave an understanding nod. “How much longer do you have to go?”
“About an hour.” Scarlett’s lips curved into an exaggerated pout. “Save me, Cierra!”
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