The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 09

Lindsay emerged from a deep, but short-lived slumber in the early morning hours to a sensation of delirious, unrestrained happiness, and allowed herself to bask in it before trying to figure out what the cause of it was.

Why did she feel this way again?

The eighteen-year-old rotated her head and took survey of Pamela’s luxurious mass of platinum blonde hair spread out across the pillow beside her. Realization set in, just like that, and Lindsay let loose with a sleepy, all-encompassing smile – the smile of a woman who had spent the night making love to her soulmate.

Oh, snaps. So, I wasn’t dreaming after all. It really happened!

But Lindsay’s euphoria was interrupted by a notification from her cell phone. That damn thing could be incessant, and she wondered if the chime, if it was repeating, was what originally woke her. Not wanting to rouse Pamela as well, she leaned over and searched the dark, unfamiliar floor with her hand to silence the device.

Once Lindsay found it and glanced at its touchscreen, a thick lump formed in her throat. OhmiGod! Sammy… an e-mail. You finally wrote me back. She tapped the icon and was about to read the message, but realized now wasn’t the best time. Pamela was already up, rubbing her bleary eyes, her frame wound in a blanket and propped against the headboard. A small glimmer of moonlight bathed the room and cast an angelic glow on her.

The instant they fixed their gazes on each other, a 24-carat smile spread across Pamela’s face and tugged at the essence of Lindsay’s core. Pure desire flushed her.

“Morning, baby. You okay?” An extended yawn forced its way out of Pamela’s mouth. “Everything all right?”

Fire crackling beneath her cheeks, Lindsay felt embarrassed by how fantastic it was to wake up with Pamela like this. “Yeah, yeah, everything is fine.” Deciding she would check out the e-mail later, Lindsay put her phone into standby mode and placed it upside-down on the nightstand. “I’m hungry. I think I’m gonna go over to the kitchen and find something to snack on.”

“I don’t understand how you’re hungry after last night.” Stretching, Pamela moved closer and whispered into Lindsay’s ear. “You were ravenous and refused to stop gorging yourself, remember? You gave me three orgasms with that sexy little mouth of yours.”

Lindsay’s exhale blew audibly, and she twirled her head about. Damn, I did. “You taught me well, I suppose. Will need to teach me some more too.” As Lindsay got out of bed and slipped into a pair of panties, she had the urge to crawl back underneath the covers and again feast on Pamela’s treasures. Let’s run off together somewhere, go on an adventure, and fuck. Fuck until we can’t fuck no more.

But the growl in her tummy was becoming more persistent, so it would be smart to fuel up because she had a long (and hopefully profitable) day ahead. I’m gonna have a threesome with Pamela and that black guy from the website at one o’clock. And I’ll get paid for it too.

Lindsay leaned over and pressed a kiss to Pamela’s forehead as she’d settled back down and was fading away. And fast. “I’ll catch up with you in a few hours, alright? Try to get a little more sleep.” Lindsay made a move toward the door but stopped at the last instant and allowed herself another glance of Pamela’s mesmerizing face. “I love you.”

“Love you too, sweetie,” Pamela said, and Lindsay couldn’t have asked for a better way to start her day.

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“I never knew sex could be so magnificent. Last night, it was… it was… incredible! Incredibly incredible.”

Lindsay was chatting up a storm with Jim in the parlor twenty minutes before the brothel opened. She had trouble sleeping overnight with Pamela’s body pressed against hers while contemplating all the intimacy they had shared. Yet, she wasn’t tired. Lindsay was still on fire and riding a surge of adrenaline, babbling to Jim about her family, hiking, pet rabbits, cats, dogs, parakeets, and her newfound sapphic bliss with Pamela.

“I’m glad the two of you hit it off, hon. I’ve never seen Pamela act the way around another girl like she does you.”

Something about Jim’s voice, or perhaps his mannerisms, reassured Lindsay. Like a warm hug from Grandpa. Jim had a deep bond with several of the ladies and handled them all expertly. The atmosphere here would be sooooo different without him.

“You get in good with her and you’re going to be golden for however long you decide to work here. Pamela will take care of you like you wouldn’t believe.”

But Jim realized Pamela had already taken care of Lindsay. The only reason she still had a job was because Pamela begged Colt to give her a second chance. Without Pamela, Lindsay would’ve been tossed to the street and had the door forever slammed in her face.

“You look tired. Perhaps you should go back to bed and lay down too.” Jim picked up a piece of celery and showed it to her with a smile, then ate it.

Instead, Lindsay bit her lower lip to keep from grinning like a kid going to the amusement park. Lay down? Sleep? Who needs sleep? Pamela said my pussy belongs to her now and she’ll never let go of it. Best. Night. Ever! Jeeze Louise, those orgasms she gave me were endless. She’s just as into me as I am into her.

The festivities commenced in Lindsay’s bedroom but moved over to Pamela’s in the middle of the night. The sex was frequent and intense. Pamela took Lindsay again and again, checking off so many of her lifelong fantasies that she was left rocked, and in a literal broken heap.

I feel so slayed.

Lindsay had been kissed, licked, caressed, fingered, spanked, throttled, and fucked in a variety of dizzying positions and role-play situations. They had sex for hours on end, all throughout the night, including one round in the kitchen where Pamela hoisted Lindsay onto the countertop and caused her to shriek out in orgasm by using a trio of fingers. Nicolette stopped by, unbeknownst, in the thick of things to grab a snack of her own, and the exhibitionism thrilled Lindsay, just one more amazing moment in a night (and week) overflowing with them. I kissed and made out for a while with Nicolette, too, and she wants to hook up with me and play when we have some free time!

Lindsay was happy. Overjoyed. Ecstatic. But something nagged at her, a dark cloud, an obstacle, that threatened to derail her journey to a happily ever after – certain eternal bliss – with Pamela.

“What about Colt?” The mere mention of that name was enough to intimidate the hell out of her. “I mean, I’d like to be in his good graces too.” But only so I could get closer to Pamela and steal her away. Pamela and I belong together! A warm shiver danced up Lindsay’s spine. She had wavered on her attraction for Colt these past few days – still upset that he’d suspended her, among other things – but the man was handsome and chiseled, and far too tempting. He’s a dick, but I’d still fuck him. Lindsay stifled the urge to snicker. For five hundred bucks, that is. “But I don’t know if he likes me.”

On second thought, Lindsay had a better idea.

Colt could be my baby daddy. Maybe he could get both me and Pamela pregnant and we could raise our children together. I’d convince Pamela to divorce him, to be with me full-time, we’d fleece him for all his money, and seize ownership of the brothel too.

Jim chuckled. “Do your job, hon – do it well – and keep your head down and stay out of trouble. Colt will come to like you in time, especially since you have something magical going on with Pamela. Yeah, Colt may not be the most outgoing guy behind the scenes. Trust me, though – Pamela is his kryptonite.”

Why can’t he be friendly and sociable like you? It was a horrific thought, but Lindsay would never cause chaos in Pamela and Colt’s marriage. I’m not a home wrecker. She furrowed her brow. Pamela loves Colt and them splitting up would destroy her. I don’t want to see her hurt.

Truth be told, she wished Colt was more like Jim. No wonder Pamela speaks so highly of you. Hands down, he was the nicest guy she had ever met. I need to sit on your lap sometime, Jimbo, perhaps give you a handjob, and let you come in my mouth. I bet you’d like that, wouldn’t you? It’d take your mind off Kenzie for a while too.

Lindsay believed she could trust Jim with anything. Calm and easygoing, he didn’t come across as the type to pressure any of the ladies into any decision. Instead, he was the one they turned to whenever they needed advice. If he and Pamela were married, I’d do anything I could to make it a three-way. Jim could be the Daddy I’ve always wanted, and Pamela my new Mommy!

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The brothel had two thick, reinforced doors at its front entrance. At the top of the hour, Jim opened both and found a man in his early to mid-forties waiting on the other side. Cool. A customer first thing in the morning. He was dressed in a casual button-up shirt, cargo shorts, and flip-flops. They shook hands and exchanged pleasantries. After the mandatory ID/age check, Jim invited him inside and locked the inner door behind them.

When the brothel was closed from three to ten each morning, the outer door was secured and access to the doorbell was impossible. In the past, people spammed it overnight to be a nuisance. But in 2007, Colt had the second door installed so the employees inside could finally sleep in peace.

“So, bud. Don’t think I’ve seen you here before.” Jim offered the guest a seat and poured him a complimentary brew. “What brings you to our little corner of the world today? You a local or a vacationer?”

“Vacationer.” Tall, outgoing, and gregarious, Ryker Gamble was brimming with energy as he downed a gulp of beer. “I’m from Kansas, man, and snuck away from the little lady for a couple of days. Told her I was going to the casinos in Vegas, but the reality is, I wanted to do a brothel crawl.” He spoke with a deep bravado that, in Jim’s mind, bordered on arrogance. “I’m starting here and driving further north today and tomorrow and flying out of West Wendover on Monday. I prefer to blow my money on some hot, naked-ass chicks instead of losing it at the casinos.”