Sensing a party may be imminent, Jim ventured elsewhere to see if any of the others were awake. Lindsay was still a rookie and although she could handle herself during a conversation – as evidenced by the way she sweet-talked this guy – Jim still wanted another girl to do the negotiating. In a couple of days and with more seasoning, she’d be on her own.
Unfortunately, Pamela was still sleeping. Jim would only wake her if he couldn’t find someone else.
“I was thinking of asking for a lineup.”
“It’s too early for a lineup, baby.” Baby was a common word in the house and every working girl called their customers that. Heck, they called each other that too. “Management doesn’t start calling lineups until eleven-thirty or noon because we like to sleep in.” She pointed toward an FPD monitor atop the bar. “All the girls who are here, our pictures and profiles scroll on the screen nonstop. Hmmmmm, Pamela, Scarlett, Kenzie, Sahara, Riley, Nicolette, and Aaliyah are all available. Me too. If you see one you like, let Jim know, and he can go wake her up.”
You better pick me, though. I’ve been talking to you for a half-hour and would like to be compensated for it. Otherwise, Lindsay would’ve returned to bed so she could love on Pamela some more.
“It’s okay, Kayleigh. I can have a lineup later.” Ryker took a fortifying breath and flashed a megawatt smile.
He is a hunk and knows his way around women despite that caveman mentality. Part of Lindsay would enjoy fucking him because he reminded her so much of her prior boyfriend. Though I hated him with a passion, I could never tell Zack no when it came to sex. Perhaps I should pretend Ryker is Zack?
Sport fucking at its finest, right?
“I was checking out the website for this place last night and this morning, and you’re the girl who caught my eye the most.” Lindsay dropped her finger from her hair and ran it along her neckline as if she had a tickle there. Ryker’s eyes followed. “I want to be with you.”
“Yeah?” Lindsay was full of kindness as she reached out and nudged the lump in his cargo shorts. “Sweet, because I want to be with you, too, baby.” What had happened to her? Lindsay almost lost herself in this shameful discussion, a small-town girl from a religious family who had chosen not to be a princess but a commodity, her body to be bought and used, held down for mindless pleasure, a hard cock coming and going at the rhythm her customer chose. “We could have mucho fun together. Wouldn’t you agree?” Shoving all the negativity aside, Lindsay gave him her best I-wanna-fuck-you look, her eyes warm and inviting, added a subtle lick of the lips, and decided it was time to dial up the heat.
Pamela had shown her some flirting techniques to hook a customer. With Ryker, the most effective was the solitary dance. Lindsay bumped and ground her body in tune with the music playing on three occasions. Hair flips, head tosses, long, all-encompassing stares, and plenty of playful banter, she was waving her magic wand and drawing Ryker deeper into her spell. Lindsay positioned herself so that either her knee or foot were touching him at all times – displaying interest – and hung off him at one point during an extreme bout of laughter. Just like Pamela taught me.
Jim materialized again and had Riley, still half-asleep, trudging along behind. Riley wore a gray tank top and a pair of hip-hugging denim shorts. She yawned but appeared decent and alert enough. Riley took a seat at the far end of the bar and struck up a conversation with Jim, but there was only one reason she was present.
To negotiate.
After some more back and forth flirting, Lindsay asked Ryker if he wanted to go to her bedroom and talk about a potential party. He was interested, of course, and had no objection when she explained Riley would accompany them for the financial particulars. “This is my first week and they don’t trust me to do the right thing yet,” Lindsay said with a sheepish grin. “You and I can discuss all the details, but Riley is gonna do the negotiating for me.”
Moments later, Lindsay was seated on Ryker’s lap while Riley, still half-asleep, stood by the bed and listened.
“I’m into a unique genre of porn lately. A fantasy, if you will. It’s specific to catching the babysitter doing something naughty.”
Sparkling blue eyes captivated Ryker. “I’ve done my fair share of babysitting in the past and may have an outfit or two you’d like.” I’ve never babysat once in my life.
“Really? Wow. Yeah, so, I’ll run it by you. I’ve been wanting to reenact a scene or two I saw in a porn movie. Babysitter, I come home, catch her, perhaps with her boyfriend. Or maybe doing something she’s not supposed to like lying on my bed.
“Grabbing one of my shirts, smelling my cologne. Playing with herself, perhaps, and I catch her, and fire her. And then she comes to me and begs for her job back.”
Lindsay’s face danced with mischief. “So, you want me to be a naughty nanny?” I shouldn’t be surprised. Pamela, Colt, and Jim told Lindsay because of her age, she’d often have clients who requested this sort of thing. Use your youth to your advantage. Make some cheddar from it. These guys want you to be all coy and innocent.
“Yes.”
“I can do that. I’d be happy to.”
“You like my idea? Does it turn you on?”
She extended her leg at a ninety-degree angle and regarded its high-heeled foot. “Makes my panties wet.”
Ryker cackled at her joke. “You like my idea. Okay, cool.”
Lindsay reached between his thighs and squeezed the growing bulge within his shorts yet again. “I’d be happy to fulfill your fantasy, baby.”
“Thank fucking God. Man, this is gonna be so rad.” It’d been a while since Ryker had an eighteen-year-old looker so intimate and close. “I picked a winner with you, honey.” He glanced down at her probing hand. “Your touch is all sorts of good.”
Lindsay continued to play with his cock as Riley explained the pricing. Ryker wanted an hour-long GFE and bartering took less than a minute. Riley asked for $700 and they settled on $550. Lindsay had learned this week to aim for at least $600 with every party so her daily rent would be waived, but she was fine going lower with Ryker because she had a threesome scheduled later with Pamela and HeavyD9116. All totaled, Lindsay would eclipse the magic $600 benchmark with ease.
After the dick check and payment, Riley returned to her bedroom (and her fiancée, Sahara) and Lindsay pointed Ryker toward the trucker’s shower down the hall.
But before going in, he had something to say.
“You know, I have a buddy back home named Chris. Chris Phillips – he’s a doctor, too – and you remind me of his wife, Brooklynn, when she was younger. Fucking God, Brooklynn is the sexiest piece of ass I’ve ever seen, without question, but she’s always been off-limits because of Chris. Dude is like a brother to me.” His chest tight, Ryker spoke through gritted teeth. “Chris would kill me if I looked sideways at Brooklynn. She’s twenty-four, but I’ve known her since she was eighteen. They’ve been together for six years, married for five.” He kicked the floor twice. “You look exactly like her when she was younger.”
“I do? Oh, you unfortunate thing.” Despair welled in Lindsay’s eyes and she placed a hand on Ryker’s shoulder. “Brooklynn doesn’t know what she’s missing with you.” Lindsay leaned upward and pressed her lips to his for a soothing kiss. “You have a forbidden crush on her, huh?”
Lindsay got Ryker to talk further and learned that back in the day, Brooklynn was a cheerleader in college and the Homecoming Queen in high school. But Ryker had been friends with Chris for well over twenty years, and above all else, could never make a move on the man’s wife. Besides, Brooklynn would never agree to anything with him anyway. She was a good girl, and Chris was the one and only man she desired.
But I’m not a good girl.
“Shit, I’ve had countless fantasies about Brooklynn over the years and you look just like her when she was your age.”
This guy likes to repeat himself.
“I’d go to Kansas football and basketball games just so I could stare at Brooklynn on the sidelines.”
“A cheerleader, huh? I have an idea, baby, if you’re interested.” Lindsay touched his forearm. “I have a cheerleader’s uniform in my room and could put it on for you.” The same one Jim helped me pick out in Oakfall. “Would you like that?”
A rush of hot lust shot through his veins. “Yes. Yes, I would.”
“And during your babysitter fantasy, I want you to call me Brooklynn when I’m sucking your cock and you’re fucking me.” She clawed at his arms and squeezed his considerable biceps. “I want you to think about Brooklynn – pretend I’m her when she was eighteen – for the whole hour. Don’t worry about her husband. Don’t think about him, okay? His name is Chris, right? Chris doesn’t exist in your fantasy. You’ll be fucking Brooklynn, not me. Brooklynn is going to be your naughty nanny.” Lindsay flashed the same heart-melting smile Pamela helped her practice and ultimately perfect this past Monday. “I won’t charge any extra for the added role-play either.”
Did Ryker just come in his shorts? No, but Lindsay giggled at his animated reaction, regardless. Pamela had stressed that she had all the power here as a working lady – not the trick – and Lindsay was starting to realize it.
I have the pussy; I make the rules!
She glanced down at his hands, now circling her arms, her breasts moving up and down with every breath. “I’m going to apologize over and over for sneaking my boyfriend into your house while I was supposed to be babysitting and beg you to fuck me because you’re the man I constantly fantasize about.” Ryker’s jaw dropped. “The one I always dream about and finger myself to sleep at night thinking of. I was thinking of you while sitting on your bed and sucking my boyfriend’s dick.” She sensed his desire peaking. “I even tried on some of Savannah’s lingerie. If you want, you can put me over your knee and spank me for being such an irresponsible nanny for you and your wife’s baby.”
“Sweet Jesus,” he said. “I’m taking my shower now!”
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