“Wow.”
“No kidding.”
“Not at all what I expected.”
“Oh, really? That’s totally what I expected.”
Dave laughed at Lindsay. “I call bullshit.”
“Seriously?”
“I mean, wow.”
“Kayleigh can handle all the negotiating.” Having been swept off her feet a moment ago, Christina curled into Dave’s embrace like a child as he took her to the bed and nestled her onto his lap. Once her face had shot up from where she snuggled against his chest and she looked at him with those innocent, Bambi-brown eyes, Christina surprised Dave, jamming her tongue into his mouth.
Having switched to Lindsay’s bedroom from the parlor, Dave had been hoping to give Christina a sweet kiss (or five) before discussing financials. Not this sinful assault on every inch of his mouth, but when he tried to break away, blindsided, he found his limbs doing just the opposite. He tangled his hand in thick hair that tumbled in such rich autumnal hues and pulled Christina’s head back so he could feast at the precise angle he desired.
Now, in the aftermath, the young turnout’s breath was heaving in her chest as she stared at him, her skin rosy and vibrant. “You and Kayleigh discuss the money,” she reiterated, the feather’s brush of her voice now dialed to just above a whisper. “I just want to kiss you some more.”
“Holy shit.” Dave’s body had a visceral reaction as Christina’s lips found his neck, his ear, and circled back to his mouth again. Jesus, this felt divine, but he wanted more. Dave wanted things he couldn’t even name and he wanted them now. Their pace had slowed considerably from the initial kiss, but that was okay. Soon, a wildfire would erupt. Dave knew it wouldn’t be any other way.
“I like you, sir. Thank you for wanting to be with me.” Christina’s tongue slicked across his cheek, his chin. “I promise I won’t disappoint you.”
A gentle hand caressed up and down Dave’s left arm – and it didn’t belong to Christina – thus, coaxing him out of his stupor. Once he snapped his gaze in that direction, Lindsay’s voice came, soft and amused as she said, “You have a three-thousand-dollar budget today, right?”
Ugh. Couldn’t they skip this part? Or worry about it later? “Yeah, three grand.” He blinked with the annoyance of a young boy, such a stark contrast to his confident, manly presence. “What will that get me?”
“Well, you know prices are higher now than they were before COVID.”
He sputtered a laugh. “Yeah, I noticed with the eighteen hundred you charged me yesterday for the two-hour GFE.” His heart jerked against its tethers as Christina curled her long, supple fingers around his biceps, as if to anchor herself to him. “Last year, I paid fourteen.” Dave’s hungry gaze devoured Christina. “God, baby, you feel so good.” They were fully clothed, yet Dave felt a connection with this little minx that already rivalled the one with Lindsay.
“Kiss me again, sir. Please.”
“There are multipliers since this is a two-girl party.” Lindsay’s new, standard rate for a threesome was $2,200 an hour, but she wanted to cut Dave a deal. He was her favorite monger, by far and away, and they would not see each other again until December. “We can do an hour and forty-five minutes for three-K, but no more.”
Christina threaded her fingers through Dave’s hair as she slanted her mouth, kissing down his neck as she went. “Please say yes, sir.”
“Yes, yes, fuck yes, that’s fine.” The forty-seven-year-old retrieved a bank envelope from his cargo shorts as a primal surge of arousal ricocheted through him. He needed to touch this teenaged beauty queen. Skin to skin. His palms slid to her hips as his fingers dipped beneath the hem of her minidress.
She was fresh meat, swollen. Needful. When Dave’s hand slid underneath the gusset of Christina’s panties, the first touch of his fingers nearly did her in. Her tongue, her lips, everything stilled for a moment from the sheer pleasure of it. She didn’t stop him – nor did she want to – and once collecting her bearings, she kissed him again, persuasive, chaotic, as he thrust two fingers inside her in perfect tandem with his tongue. He took over. He had to. Christina was having difficulty breathing, much less leading their passionate kiss.
“Dave … we should wait for Kay … wait for … to come back. …” Christina’s protests were weak and came through choppy breaths.
“Spread your legs,” he commanded as his fingers continued their erotic path to her core. Christina gave an agreeing plunge of the chin, only to throw her head back once Dave took his liberties. “Don’t worry about Kayleigh. She’ll be back from the booking office any second now and both of us are going to enjoy you together.” Two fingers teased her clitoris. “You’re so wet.”
“And you’re so hard.” A heated, anxious sigh, followed by Christina tilting her hips back, pressing her ass into his erection, and almost causing him to come in his shorts.
Thank goodness Colt no longer required his working ladies to perform the “dick check” prior to a party commencing. Dave considered it an unsettling, antiquated method, and was elated yesterday when Lindsay informed him it was no longer mandatory. If it was, these past few moments with Christina would’ve never happened.
Dick checks would be done by choice by each individual lady from this point forward, Lindsay told him. She opted to forego the inspection both yesterday and today, obviously, having been with Dave in the past, and trusting he was clean. Still, with her wealth of experience, Lindsay wouldn’t let anything slip by. “I know how to do a dick check without you realizing I’m even doing it.”
“Oh God, Dave. I’m gonna … I’m gonna –”
“I know.” Two fingers continued to stab in and out of Christina’s pussy while Dave’s thumb swirled in a circular motion upon her clitoris, spreading the wetness, and soon her legs began to shake. Meanwhile, Dave’s opposite hand grazed Christina’s torso, her rib cage, and then cupped her breast and found a hardened nipple against his palm.
After squeezing the firm mound of flesh just once, Dave lifted that hand and presented his index and middle finger to Christina’s mouth. “Suck,” he demanded, and after she gave another little mewl, her soft, wet tongue was gliding along his thick digits. He took the initiative yet again, pumping those fingers in and out, mimicking his other hand and its movement as it throttled her pussy.
The double penetration, though certainly not in the traditional sense, had Christina coming apart in his lap. Dave felt her thighs flex, felt her orgasm building as she clawed at his shoulders. He found her G-spot and smashed his mouth to hers to finish the job.
Her hips bucked as she cried out his name.
She writhed and panted, another breathy, needy plea sailing from her lips and, as she floated down from the euphoric high, Dave took her right back up again.
“OhmiGod!” she screamed as another climax claimed her. Her head thrashed, hair flailed, nails carved moons into his skin and, as Dave eased his frenetic efforts, Christina cried out one final time before falling limp to the sheets.
“What did you do to me?” Her voice, a raspy hush, before he took her in a slow, seductive kiss. She lay perfectly still, other than the rise and fall of her breasts. Dave’s mouth deviated, exploring the swath of skin exposed by an open neckline.
Her sweet cupid lips curled up at the edges in a sensual smile. “Oh God, Dave. I … I never came so hard.”
A deep groan rumbled through his chest. “Do you have any idea how sexy you are, Piper? Everything you do is …” Dave couldn’t resist, groping Christina’s breasts through the fabric of her minidress, and again claiming her cherry-red lips in a kiss. Then another. “I could do this all day.” And a third for good measure. “I want to do this all day.”
Dave turned tender, now, his body a warm, soothing blanket above her. He was propped up on his elbow, still fully clothed and, Christina realized, she was drenched in a pool of sweat, wearing a minidress rolled up to her abdomen, and had no idea where her panties were. A blush tickled up the back of her neck.
“Can we do that again?”
“Only if I can join too,” Lindsay said, biting her lip, as she sauntered over to the bed in her snug-fitting blouse, brown micro-miniskirt, and skyscraper heels. “But first, we need to get you out of that dress.”
After switching her focus to Dave, the mattress lowered as Lindsay placed a knee on it and settled onto his lap. “Did you forget about me, baby?” She glided her hands over his shoulders, chest, and abdomen, all the way down to grip his cock through his shorts with both hands. “Because I didn’t forget you.” Lindsay moved in for a deep, thorough kiss of her own. Being enveloped by her feminity while she loved his mouth was so sumptuous that a desperate moan slipped from Dave’s lungs into hers. She drew back, and Dave gasped – not for air, but for her to return to him.
“Colt says you get an additional fifteen minutes with us for free because you’re such a great guy. That means this is a two-hour GFE now, not an hour and forty-five minutes. No extra charge.” Lindsay lowered her mouth to Dave’s neck, nipping at him with her teeth, insistent yet tender. “Colt doesn’t give out freebies often, you know, so you should feel special.” She tickled her tongue across his earlobe. “Of course, maybe I … I don’t know … suggested … to him that you be comped the fifteen minutes?”
“Kayleigh.” Her name came out in one long, hot breath.
“May I?” Smiling at Dave, she latched onto Christina’s wrist and motioned toward her.
“Yes. Please. By all means.”
“How’s my little prodigy doing?” Lindsay slithered from Dave’s lap and curled next to Christina, wrapping both arms around her and stroking a finger across her cheek. “My little hoe baby? Oh, honey, you look all flushed and bothered. Did Dave make you come?”
“Twice.” Strong puffs of air still widened her nostrils.
Lindsay deposited a soft kiss on her cheek. “Do you want to come again?”
“Yes. God, yes!”
She was already tugging at the bodice of Christina’s dress. “First, we need to get you out of this. Pronto.”
*
Colt removed his earpiece and sent an indifferent glance about the parlor. It was seven-thirty in the morning and thanks to Dominic and his insistence of spending two full days with Mariko, Colt was pulling an all-nighter. I’m not used to these hours like I once was. He knew several of the ladies were battling exhaustion already, so felt it unwise to verbally complain about his own situation. I’m not flat on my back and getting constantly plowed like they are. Even the other turnout who was hired, Mercedes, had three parties with walk-up customers yesterday. And I have two guys wanting to book Piper for later today.
“Time to a take a break,” he said out loud, putting the earpiece into its charging port. The house wouldn’t officially open for another two-and-a-half hours. Mariko and Dominic were fast asleep, and Colt had zero worries that Dave would do a single thing to harm Lindsay and/or Christina. I can take ten or fifteen minutes. He stood from the counter and stretched his stiff limbs. Lindsay will give me a full report on Piper and her performance afterward. He didn’t need to eavesdrop on every single second. As it is, so far, so good.
Headed into the reopening, Colt feared that he may harbor feelings of jealousy and resentment toward any monger who partied with Lindsay. Love and admiration were powerful emotions, and God only knows how he struggled when Pamela entertained her own clients these past couple of years. I’m cool with Lindsay having sex with others. It doesn’t bother me like it once did. That’s because although Colt still thought the world of her, the throuple – him, Lindsay, and Pamela – came to an end last summer.
Neither he nor Pamela were romantically linked to Lindsay anymore.
There was no ill will. No front page headlines. No spat that led to the destruction of their three-way dreams.
It was simply Lindsay realizing that she wanted to go a different route. She’s not ready to settle down yet.
Lindsay was still close with them, still cared about them. Hell, I’ve made her my top assistant here in the house. Indeed, she had slid into Pamela’s old role, and the transition went off without a hitch. Lindsay always wanted to learn how the business ran and do her part to help in any way she could. Veteran girls like Kenzie and Nicolette respected her, listened to her. I like it that she won’t take shit from anyone anymore. Christina and Mercedes saw her as their boss, too, just as they did Colt and Jim. I can’t be any happier with the way she’s handled herself this week.
If everything goes according to plan, hopefully we can sell our ownership to Lindsay and Jim by the end of the year. Colt’s head lowered and he watched his feet step one after the other as he lumbered down the left corridor, his hands clasped behind his back. Just gotta get city hall to believe in her first.
“Pamela, sweetheart?” The door to their private office and converted bedroom creaked open and Colt peered in. “Are you awake yet?”
“Yeah, baby. Just resting.”
In Colt’s mind, it was difficult to comprehend that his wife could up her standard for beauty more than she already had, but then she became pregnant in November 2020, and now all bets were off. A mere thirteen weeks from her expected due date of August 1, 2021 (it’s a boy!), Pamela had embraced the idea with open arms. To Colt, the raging hormones and added weight gain combined to radiate a unique blend of beauty for the thirty-three-year-old. This new journey had proven to be a truly wondrous time, and Colt and Pamela (and Lindsay, too, for that matter) were celebrating every moment of it.
Oh, and was it mentioned that Colt was turned on by his pregnant wife? To the point of being totally and undeniably enthralled by Pamela turned on. With all of it adding up to his blood popping in his veins like boiling water turned on?
It didn’t take long for him to realize that he had a fetish he wasn’t even aware of previously. A sleeping giant had been awakened. And before long, as Pamela became more and more pregnant, Colt became more and more, well … turned on.
Gone were the days of “heaux dresses” and stiletto heels, replaced by maternity clothing and warm, comfy slippers. Colt found himself mesmerized by Pamela’s most subtle, inconspicuous movements – doing her best to keep her balance and not fall over as she raided the kitchen (again), or rubbing her belly and massaging the latest twinge of discomfort in her neck. Even more, he was floored by the strength and determination she’d displayed for the past six months, nurturing new life inside her.
His libido, his spirit, his very soul, it all felt incarcerated by the vision of this centerfold-like voluptuousness that he was forced to tiptoe around on eggshells at all times, fearful to rouse the hormonal beast within. Never mind the fact that in her current state, having sex with him was often the furthest thing from Pamela’s mind, and with those wild and rampant mood swings that could strike at any given moment, she’d sometimes rather see him magically morph into a glazed strawberry doughnut than bed him.
But that was okay.
To him, a pregnant Pamela was God’s greatest creation.
He took a seat on the bed and kissed her forehead. “Did you get a good night’s sleep? How are you feeling? Is there anything you need from the kitchen or here in town?”
“Aside from the fact my back, my hips, shoulders, and pelvic bone are all in extreme pain, and I woke up seven or eight times throughout the night …” She gave him a quote-unquote happy smile, “… yeah, I got a good night’s rest.”
Pamela and Colt were informed of Governor Sisolak’s decision to allow the brothels to reopen before it became public and travelled here from Nevada last weekend to prepare the house and notify all their employees. Though Pamela could’ve chosen to return to her old profession as well – pregnant courtesans were rare, but a hot, in-demand commodity – the thought never once entered her mind.
Her priorities had changed.
“Can we go to Vegas when Jim gets here at nine-thirty, Colt?” Pamela winced, pressing the heel of her hand on the mattress to push herself upright. “There’s a baby boutique in Summerlin that I want to check out.”
“Of course, sweetie. Of course.” Sleep be damned!
Pamela had opted to stay in the shadows since the house reopened, fearful a monger she knew would see her and want to book a party. The company line for anyone who asked was that Pamela had retired and moved on. Charlie Winters, from Detroit, broke down and sobbed like a toddler when Jim informed him on Wednesday evening that his ATF wouldn’t be returning, ever, and pleaded to know where she had gone – and what she was up to.
“Can you get my medicine for me?” Every morning, Pamela took three prenatal supplements and an iron pill because being pregnant had caused her to become anemic. “I think they’re over in the bathroom.”
Pamela had deferred most of her in-house duties to Lindsay as well, knowing the experience would aid in cycling along her path to future ownership. Jim would have a stake, too, though a minor one. Pamela had done little, if anything, around the house this week, opting to binge on chocolates and relax her sore back. Knowing Lindsay sat in during Colt’s forty-five-minute interview with Christina seemed surreal to Pamela, too, as three years prior, the roles were flipped, with her playing the proverbial good cop to Colt’s bad cop during Lindsay’s own interview.
“I’ll make you an espresso too.”
More than anything, the day Pamela and Colt would return to Baltimore – for good this time – could not come soon enough. They had already decided that their unborn son needed a sibling, if not two. However, transferring ownership of a Nevada brothel was a long, tedious ordeal, full of red tape. Sometimes, it took years. Worst of all, Pamela realized that the legislative members of Flagstone and its other powers that be – notably Sheriff Spaeth – would strip Lindsay’s life and history down piece by piece before ever approving a sale.
Would their continued digging and investigations unearth the sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship Lindsay once had with Sammy, illegal as it was?
And punishable by jail time.
*
His hand atop her blonde head and moving in precise tandem with Lindsay as she bobbed up and down over his erection, Dave glanced around, and Christina saw him evaluating all the unique possibilities throughout the suite. “Piper, please go the lounger, there,” he said, pointing.
Christina, next to Lindsay on her knees, turned to see the piece of furniture Dave meant: a convertible lounger that Lindsay told her was one of the most expensive pieces of sex furniture on the market, and for good reason. Billed as a “multifunctional, bondage-ready lounge” complete with twenty-eight cuff connector points, a chinrest, blindfold, removable pillows, and machine-washable material, it allowed one to raise and angle their body depending on what type of play they (or their partner) fancied.
Once Lindsay released her hand, Christina stood and dawdled through the suite, surveying all it offered: a sweetheart canopy bed, a plain blue dresser enhanced with gold hardware and topped with elegant décor like stacked books, flowers, and teddy bears, a mix of floral and gingham fabrics; interlocked ribbons placed flush to the pink walls, displaying nude modeling portraits of Lindsay, postcards, and other memorabilia; diverse accessories, a wood-trimmed fireplace; and the plush, yellow rug in front of which the lounger stood. A chandelier. Wicker chairs. A study desk that doubled as a makeup vanity. The wet, unmistakable sound of an accomplished blowjob. And a floor-to-ceiling mirror that showed a pretty girl, totally nude, her hair in disarray and lipstick smeared, drawing nearer to her destination.
“Kneel down in front of the lounger, Piper, and bend over it,” Dave said from the bed.
Christina obeyed her paying client, knowing what he would do to her was absolutely inevitable, and felt the velvet pile of the rug sink beneath her knees. The eclectic surroundings comforted her in some way. To be made to present herself to a stranger over a piece of “sex furniture” might represent a terrible shame, and Christina’s skin might cry out for that shame so strongly it distressed her, but at least she would receive $750 for this ordeal.
“Ahh, very nice, very nice. Will you look at that?”
The color drained from her face and her breath had been reduced to a staggering wheeze.
“You’re an awesome girl, Piper, and I can tell you’re gonna go far in this business.” Dave’s footfalls echoed off the carpet as he’d approached and now stood above her, but behind the lounger. She gripped random restraints on either side and imagined him looking down at her defenseless form, ready for his leering, his touching, and his fucking. Her pussy clenched. “If you get into porn, rest assured, I’m purchasing every single scene you’re in, and I’ll be the first person to register on your website too.”
“I’d like that, Dave.” Christina’s voice emerged as a mutter as she spoke into the faux leather cushioning. Part of her was desperate to turn her head and see him again, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. Had he finally removed his shirt? She’d been longing for a glimpse of the smooth, solid wall of muscle that his chest promised. And where was Lindsay? How had Dave pried her lips away from his hard, thunder cock, when she seemed so genuinely insatiable even though the two of them took turns sucking it over the prior fifteen minutes?
Christina felt her nipples tingle as she shifted on the lounger. Gripping the restraints had caused her breasts to press into the upholstery, bringing an almost irresistible urge to grind to receive more of the tingling, or use a hand to play with her nipple, the way she did when alone at night and ramping up a masturbatory session.
A masculine, assertive hand came down on Christina’s bottom, holding both cheeks, squeezing gently, and rubbing in a big circle that her body cried out must became smaller and more focused – must press farther down and farther in to increase her pleasure even more.
“What is this, Piper? What am I touching?”
“My … ass?”
“It belongs to me now, doesn’t it?”
Her eyes stuttered shut. “Yes sir.”
“Kayleigh, sweetie, it’s best that we switch out to a fresh condom. I want you to put it on with your mouth.”
Christina’s head twitched as she heard noises from behind. A giggle. A condom being snapped off. A chuckle and sigh from Dave. Another giggle.
“Where do you want me as you fuck her?”
“I think you know where I want you,” Dave told Lindsay as their mouths met in a saliva-filled squelch.
“Yes. I’ll do anything to please you,” she said.
Both his hands held Christina’s hips now, caressed her backside, parted her thighs, preparing her, and wrenching a long moan from deep within the girl’s soul. The earlier cocksucking had Christina warm and anxious, and when she felt the tip of the shaft first enter her pussy, she wiggled her backside at the realization that this stranger – this mountaineer from West Virginia – was enforcing his will.
And when Dave thrust himself in for the first time, to the hilt, Christina’s brown eyes bulged, and her mouth popped open in a harrowing, yet silent cry. She had never felt like anything like it: Dave’s dick seemed to reach up and invade her abdomen, even her chest. Christina gave an audible wail of discomfort, then, her neck arching, but just as soon as Dave filled her, he receded, only to press in again, harder this time.
“Oh, man,” he said. “Oh, damn, that feels so good.”
Christina writhed over the lounger as Dave fucked her, building his speed, one hand on her left hip and the other on her right shoulder, to pin her in place despite her wayward motions. He twisted that hand in Christina’s long, disheveled hair and reeled her head back as he owned her pussy, squishing her against the lounger with every stroke.
She was still crying out, remembering that her other two new friends – Pamela and Kenzie – warned her about how arduous sex with Dave would be. She knew they weren’t exaggerating. She’d expected this, and realized she’d have much more of it before their session was finished. And though Christina continued to wail out in anguish, she felt proud – full of accomplishment – to have earned the attention of an older gentleman willing to empty his wallet in exchange for venting his unrighteous fantasies on her.
She struggled in Dave’s grip, not with the intent to escape, but hellbent to prove to him (and especially her boss, Lindsay) that she could withstand his fucking, this trial by cock, and that she had what it took to succeed as a Happy Whore. Dave held her fast, left hand now lightly around her throat and right in her hair, and kept pounding.
“Good girl,” he said in a growl, as if reading her mind. “Yeah, good girl. Just … a little while … more. Oh, so nice and tight. So nice and tight. Such a magnificent cunt.”
Christina finally did glance back and noticed, just as Dave was on his knees behind her, Lindsay was on her knees behind him, her body bent over, contorted. She had one hand on the floor while the other spread Dave’s asscheeks, her face wedged between them, moving in harmony with his thrusting hips. Something awful jumped in Christina’s belly and her cheeks bubbled outward, dryly, as she now realized Lindsay wasn’t lying yesterday when she claimed to have no limits in the bedroom.
Lindsay was licking Dave’s anus as he fucked away.
“Oh, good girl.” He made eye contact with Christina. “Good girl. Take it. Take it. Yes, take it. Oh, man. Oh, my. Since Kayleigh is booked, I’m gonna have to bust out my credit card and get a one-on-one with you after this.”
The peaks of her nipples wobbled, hard like diamond crests.
His hips were a blur, now, and when Christina tensed beneath him, screaming out in yet another orgasm, Dave stayed relentless, continuing to chug away. He was behind her, above her, inside her. The frenzy of hard fucking tainted his breath and the moist sounds of cock in cunt took on a pace as rapid as his heartbeat. Dave watched himself surge in and out, claiming this sweet teen angel again and again, as he luxuriated in the feel of her purchased bottom and its firmness colliding with his pelvis.
He loved those little tremors, every flinch and moan, the frantic undulations as Christina’s lithesome body absorbed both pleasure and pain, every indrawn gasp begging wordlessly for everything he had and all he could give. Dave savored every gasp, too, every groan, every sob she wept out. Talk about Heaven and Hell, intertwining!
But most of all, he craved the way Christina’s pussy smacked so wet and fierce upon his dick.
Dave reached back with his right hand to spread his buttocks farther apart, presenting his rectum to Lindsay’s mouth, and helped make this ultimate dirty girl provide him with the nasty pleasure he both sought and paid for.
Suddenly Dave’s imminent release began to wash over him, too, magical and limb-loosening, the ultimate experience of manhood. He came with a resounding shout, gripping Christina’s hips and holding her bottom against him as another act of ownership and felt himself explode inside her (and the condom) as she made little kitten sounds at his mastery and expertise.
Still immobile due to his large hands, Christina sensed his cock soften in her pussy. Though it lessened the pressure and offered a much-needed reprieve, it was a sad thing, too, and that made the young woman whimper.
At last, Dave withdrew, and stood. Christina thought for a moment he may leave her there like a discarded toy – she saw it in her mind, and felt the degrading idea warm her again, terribly, between her thighs. After all, Dave still had Lindsay to tend to, and she’d require a similar fucking too.
Instead, Dave picked Christina up off the lounger and swept her into his arms, again, and took her to the bed. After some positioning, she found herself nice and snug on his lap, with the sweetest, most tender kisses serenading her face and neck. “Oh my God, honey. I just now realized you didn’t say a single word that whole time.” Dave’s smile, once so prominent, flipped to a frown. “I’m sorry if I was a little rough. I just couldn’t help myself.”
Suppressing a giggle, Christina found Dave’s lips with her own. “You have nothing to be sorry about, sir.”
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Lindsay wanted nothing more than to drop her soiled minidress on the bedroom floor, throw herself onto the bed, and curl up into a tight ball. Hookin’ ain’t easy. She closed her eyes and tried to drift off to sleep, but despite how nice it was to lie in an otherwise empty King-sized bed like a lazy lump, she just couldn’t nod off. Not with the prior twenty-one hours so fresh and prevalent in her mind.
Day Two of the reopening saw Lindsay entertain eight more johns, three of whom weren’t even originally scheduled. There was Dave, of course, but Lindsay also somehow managed to squeeze Darius in for forty-five minutes between her two and five o’clock appointments with Joe and Matt, respectively.
Word later came down that Dominic, still enjoying his forty-eight-hour marathon with Mariko, requested that Lindsay join them for twenty minutes. He’d chosen her from the website, based solely on her photographs, and paid Lindsay $200 to give him a deep, soul-sucking blowjob as Mariko queened his lips and tongue.
That took place during a brief lull between her commitments to Victor and D’Angelo and, even so, Lindsay was fifteen minutes late meeting up with D’Angelo because of it (not that he cared once things got underway).
I feel … rekt. Her aching, ravaged body wouldn’t have much time to recover, once again, not with a ten-thirty appointment and four additional mongers to satisfy at various intervals on Monday. Better drink plenty of Modelo in the morning, huh? And yet, despite the way Lindsay’s stomach roiled at what lay ahead, a small patch of warmth originated behind her breastbone and bloomed outward. I’m back to work, getting paid to fuck! Her smile decayed into a snarl. I just need a few days to get back into the groove again, and then I won’t feel so bad.
With her brain reeling in a dozen different directions, Lindsay pushed off the bedsheet, snatched her phone from the nightstand, and opened its list of contacts.
I can’t believe Mateo asked me to jack him off with my favorite dress and came like a firehose all over it. Lindsay would take the dress to the laundry sink in the morning and do her best to wash the cum stains from it. She should’ve charged Mateo extra for the desecration, but he was a repeat monger, and she didn’t want to run the risk of alienating him too. Safe to say Javion never wants to see me again. Was Lindsay’s pretty new dress ruined? She would use plenty of soap and water, wring as much of the moisture out as possible, and then hang it up to dry.
And hope she didn’t have to ultimately throw it away.
*
One door down the hallway – in Lindsay’s old bedroom – Christina was out like a light. Never had a single day seemed like an eternity for the eighteen-year-old. Following an extended bubble bath with CBD Epsom salts mixed in, Christina’s eyes grew heavy from all the strenuous activities she had to endure. At once, she was struck with incoherence, an inconsistency to her thoughts, and she bumbled about in the bedroom, totally nude. Christina had no choice but to give in and was asleep before her body ever hit the fluffy, yet defiled mattress.
“Open your mouth, Piper. I’ve wanted to make you do this since I first saw your pics last night.”
During her prior one-on-one party with Dave, Christina labored for breath, but still moved her mouth closer to the edge of the bed. Putting his knees right up against it and guiding Christina’s shoulders into a position for easy insertion, Dave nudged forward, and watched in rapture as she struggled to fit his girth between her lips. Something about knowing that he was this girl’s first-ever monger, and she may one day emerge as a famous porn star aroused Dave more than anything else ever had.
“There you go. That’s it. Such a good girl. That feels so nice.” He stroked her hair. “You look so pretty like that, too – your mouth full of my dick.”
Christina gave a faint whimper as she attempted to satisfy him, sucking desperately on his hardness. She maintained eye contact for a moment but had to cut away because the intensity of his stare became too much.
“Hold still, honey.” Dave put his hand on the back of her head and began to thrust in and out. But Christina gagged, as she had done several times earlier during the prior threesome, and Dave withdrew. “You’ll get better with that over time, trust me.”
“I want to, sir,” she said. “Please teach me. I want you to teach me so I can please you and all my future clients.”
So, Dave put his cock back inside Christina’s mouth, and this time when she gagged, he only pulled out a tad, and then began to thrust again, because it just felt too damn good not to. Breasts flopped and she dug the soles of her feet into the mattress. Dave had his way in her mouth – this instrument of his enjoyment – and came close to coming but backed off at the last possible instant to try other things.
He thumbed her cheek. “That felt good, Piper. So good.”
“I’m glad.”
“It’s time for me to return the favor.” Dave climbed onto the bed and repositioned Christina in its center, then brought her knees to her chest. He knelt and this view was even better than when her head dangled off the side of the bed, for the raising of her knees made Dave again feel like he had unearthed the treasure of Christina’s sweet pussy and virgin anus. He burrowed his face in and feasted on this beautiful girl so much that she shrieked and thrashed from the pleasure of it, and his cock swelled bigger, knowing it would soon have another turn inside her.
The pale outer lips of Christina’s pussy nearly hid all her pink secrets, but Dave’s lascivious tongue extracted a fair amount of wetness from within. “Ohhh fuck, Dave, oh, that’s so good.” He flicked at her clitoris once it emerged, thinking that Christina’s cunt instantly went to the top of the menu for greatest tastes in the world. “Oh yes, yesssss, get that clit.” She cried out and her hand was in his hair, too, and he loved that. Her opposite hand toyed with her nipples, going from one to the other as if she couldn’t decide which one felt better. “Fuck. Oh my God.” With her eyes closed, and as Dave gently laid himself atop her, absorbing the weight with his forearms, they fluttered open and went wide as saucers.
She attempted to turn away from the kiss that carried her own pussy’s wetness to her mouth, but soon succumbed, and Dave kissed and tongued her thoroughly as his dick slid along the thistle of her pubic hair and he nearly went mad with the need to put it where it belonged.
He broke the kiss and gazed into her watering eyes. “Are you ready, sweetheart?”
“Yes. God yes. Please, sir, fuck me.”
Ryker Gamble returned Christina’s gaze for a long moment, then bent his face toward hers and kissed her. At the outset of her next party, at three o’clock, Ryker used his lips to open Christina’s, almost savagely, and thrust his tongue into her mouth. But once having asserted his right to enter, he stepped back. No one had ever kissed Christina like that before. Nor did she realize it was even possible to be kissed like that – to feel a man had violated her mouth and established an intimacy without any regard for her will. It ranked as the equivalent, in terms of the kiss, of what his fingers were doing down below, between her thighs.
The shame was insurmountable, so totally different than being with a monger like Dave who displayed concern for her comfort and wellbeing. Yet Christina was shocked that the experience of getting mounted like a prized trophy to the wall – of having the ability to flee from the shame that Ryker was forcing on her taken away – seemed to feed upon itself and increased her stimulation in a way that proved both delicious and painful.
Christina realized that, under these circumstances, at least, she loved and craved degradation.
Holding her wrists to the wall above her head and commanding her pussy with his open palm, Ryker glared into Christina’s eyes. “Oh, I’m going to enjoy you, honey. I can tell that you’re gonna be a fine, fine fuck.”
Christina felt so deliriously belittled that she couldn’t hold his gaze, but Ryker responded with another dominant kiss, forcing her to look at him anyway.
“I am going to fuck you, long and hard, and I will have my fun. I am not going to hold back, either, unless you ask me to. I want you to remember this, Piper. If, for example, you want me to take my hand away, you must …”
“Don’t,” she breathed. “Please. …”
His grin turned predatory. “Balls to the wall, then.”
“Please,” Christina repeated, only this time several hours later, around the stroke of midnight, as she gawked up at a refined, elderly client. “Please, John. I need you inside me.”
She screeched with anticipation as John made his initial thrust, and soon it transitioned to a soft, ongoing moan as he started to fuck. The gentleman’s face was a mask of bliss, and the sight of him enjoying her so much made Christina grin, even as her body responded much more amorously than a grin would suggest. Christina’s hips moved to meet his, desperately, trying despite her inexperience to show John that she knew how to please him and wanted him to enjoy all her feminine charms.
John’s pupils dilated at the sensation of this lovely girl, young enough to be his granddaughter, moving underneath him, and his hips thrust faster, his cock starting to pound in and out of her pussy. Why had John waited so long to pay his first-ever visit to a brothel again? Why hadn’t he done this sooner? No matter, a light came to his eyes, and a stern expression to his face. He put his right hand down, took Christina’s knee in it, and pushed it toward her shoulder.
“Oh my God, John. John, yes. Yesssss.” She lifted her right knee to match the way he’d raised her left, and when he hooked both, his pelvis continuously slapped against her backside in the missionary position.
Christina felt herself about to orgasm for the third time during this party alone. “Oh, John. I … I never …” Her climax brought his on as well, his body trying to ride more but shuddering above her instead, gripping so hard that his fingers left white marks on her knees after he released them. A lewd phenomenon, something long suppressed, zipped through him. John held himself still for a beat, his eyes closed, and then opened them to look down at her.
“Oh, Piper,” he said, still panting from his exertions. “Oh, that was the best sex I’ve ever had. That felt so good. Thank you, darling. Thank you so much.”
“No, no. Thank you, sir,” she said, sweeping his mouth with her tongue and relishing the closeness they’d shared.
*
On her smartphone, Lindsay tapped the contact simply entitled BOYFRIEND and queued up a telephone call. Despite the unholy time (3:45 a.m.), she wasn’t worried about disrupting his sleep. COVID had forever claimed The Fireside Country Store, where he’d worked for three years, and he was now an overnight security guard in La Quinta.
“Hi, baby. It’s me. How are you? I know I said I wouldn’t call tonight, but I wanted to hear your voice. That’s all. Oh yeah, baby, I’m good. Real good. Yeah, I had another good day.” Lindsay’s blue eyes fluttered shut and, despite her mangled body, she slipped a hand beneath her panties and swirled two fingers across her clitoris. “Eight guys. Lots of money. Fun with Piper … err, Christina. Yeah, baby. Yeah, I know you do. I know you do. I told Christina about you and our wild story too. She said it sounded like a fairytale or something. Yeah, yeah. I’d like for you to meet her one day. I think she’s gonna have a big future in the porn industry.”
Masturbating slow and easy like this while hearing her one true lover’s voice across interstate lines felt decadent.
”What?” Suddenly, Lindsay jerked upright in bed. “You gotta stop doubting yourself and what we’ve built together these past nine months, baby. Remember, it’s just a job. That’s all it is.” She took a prolonged breath and sighed it out. “C’mon, now, don’t be silly. You know I only have eyes for you, Donnie.”
(End of Chapter Thirty-Four - to be continued)
