“Oh, hi there, stranger! We meet again.”
John stood at the entrance to Happy Ending Ranch, a drink carrier with three tall Starbucks cups in hand. Flagstone’s arid landscape wasn’t as enticing as the dazzling, show-stopping allure of Las Vegas, but still held a primitive appeal in John’s estimation. Expanses of varying brown, gray, and amber stretched beneath the cloudless azure blanket hanging above – simplicity beautified. In the distance, stunning red rock formations – Sandstone Mountain, Crimson Spire Rock, Sunset Ridge, Hummell Mountain – interrupted the vistas, encapsulating this area of central Nevada in its full grandeur. At ten o’clock in the morning, John blinked the sweat from his eyes as he regarded Jenn and her friendly greeting.
“Hi there, yourself.”
“Do you have an ID for me, sweetie?”
“Yeah, sure, of course.” Accustomed to the protocol from his visit the prior evening, John relinquished his driver’s license without hesitation. The minor inconvenience of the age verification process no longer phased him. Besides, his mind was too preoccupied with the anticipation of seeing Lindsay again.
Once John awoke earlier and had time to reflect on the conversation he had with Lindsay, he felt stunned, unable to comprehend why someone as beautiful, intelligent, and in demand as her would choose to invest so much time in him without expecting anything in return. Seven hours!
To John, Lindsay was not just a courtesan, but a genuine, loving soul who cared about the people she encountered. She had seen the loneliness and pain in John’s eyes, the scars left behind by a doomed marriage and years of solitude. And instead of exploiting that vulnerability as many other sex workers would, she had chosen to offer him solace, to create a space where he could unburden himself and feel seen, heard, and valued.
John opened up about the emotional wounds he suffered courtesy of his ex-wife, Stacy. Their relationship was never quite balanced, where he felt more like a consolation prize than a beloved husband. Lindsay listened intently, offering gentle words of understanding and validation, helping John rediscover his self-worth.
In turn, she shared snippets of her own journey, the path that led her to Happy Ending Ranch. Lindsay spoke of her early days in the industry, the challenges she faced, and the personal growth she’d experienced. When John asked, she touched on her admiration for Pamela, too, and how she wished to emulate her in every way not just as a provider, but a human being as well. Captivated by her commitment to bring happiness to the lives of others, John was all ears.
As the conversation wound through the evening, they discovered several shared interests and passions. John was taken aback to learn that Lindsay was more than just a casual major league baseball enthusiast; she had a profound knowledge of the Baltimore Orioles, the team he had supported since childhood. How the hell does she know so much about the Orioles? They discussed their favorite books, movies, and music, and John marveled at their commonalities. Constant laughter served as a delightful garnish, creating a warm, easy atmosphere, turning the initial, white-hot flirtation into a genuine connection.
Once they realized it was nearing four o’clock, they looked at each other in surprise, and altered their plans. They’d meet again first thing in the morning when the house opened for business and have their GFE.
“You don’t owe me anything, baby,” Lindsay told John when he tried offering monetary compensation for her time. “I don’t charge anyone to talk. I’d never do that.”
“Even for seven hours? At least let me tip you.”
She held up a hand. “Nope. I refuse. Keep it. Save it for what’s important – our party six hours from now.”
Back in the present moment, Jenn returned the ID card. “Thank you, sweetie. I appreciate your cooperation. It’s just a formality, but it helps keep everything above board.”
John inclined his head, tucking the driver’s license back into his wallet. “I understand. It’s not a problem at all.” He lifted one of the coffees and presented it to her. “Here, this is for you. I wanted to do something nice for you, a thank you for your hospitality last night.”
When John first extended the cup toward her, a wisp of steam dancing out from the small opening in the lid, Jenn’s eyes widened. “Oh, wow. Wow. Thank you! This is so nice. And unexpected.” Bringing the cup to her face, Jenn closed her eyes and inhaled, her nostrils flaring as she drew in the rich aroma. “Starbucks in the morning?” Grateful lashes flipped open. “Count me in. This is exactly what I need to kickstart my day.”
“I wasn’t sure what you liked, so I got a vanilla latte. I hope that’s okay.”
Jenn took a sip. “Hmm, vanilla latte is my favorite. How did you know?”
“Lucky guess, I suppose. I’m glad you like it.”
“Like it? I love it! You just made my morning.” Jenn raised the cup in a toast. “Thank you so much. This is really thoughtful. No wonder Lindsay speaks so highly of you.”
“It’s the least I could do after the way you, Lindsay, and Donald welcomed me last night. Wanted to show my appreciation, you know? I would’ve brought Donald a coffee, too, but Lindsay said he was off today.”
“Yeah, Donald is one of our night bartenders. He won’t be back ‘til tomorrow. And rest assured, we appreciate you too. We love clients who are kind and considerate.”
When Jenn stepped aside, John saw into the parlor, and found Lindsay bouncing on her toes as if she were a coiled spring ready to burst forth at any moment. “Hi John!” The smile that spread across Lindsay’s face was a thing of pure beauty, her teeth gleaming white against the lush red of her lips, a radiant sparkle in her eyes. “Good morning!”
At least she was wearing decent shoes and clothes now. Denim shorts and a tank top. Not that she looked any less devastating than she did hours earlier, when John’s eyes were locked on her in the little popsicle yellow dress all evening long. He choked seeing her again, now, thinking she looked even more appealing in casual attire. Oh my God. Because now she looked like the Lindsay he envisioned outside the house. The quintessential California Girl, a living embodiment of the sun-kissed beauty and carefree spirit that had long captured the imaginations of people from across the world.
For that very reason, he requested she meet him today dressed like this.
“Hmm. You look stunning. Like a dream come true.”
“Thank you.” The soft squeak of Chuck Taylors against the wooden floor signaled her approach. John barely had time to set the drink carrier aside before Lindsay threw her arms around his neck, just like last night, swathing him in a fierce embrace that zapped the breath from his lungs.
“Oh, baby, I’m so glad you’re here.” Lindsay gathered his hand and brought it to her mouth, pressing a soft kiss to his knuckles. “I’ve been counting down the minutes until I could see you again.”
As John slipped his opposite arm around Lindsay’s waist, he noted how perfectly she seemed to fit against him, like two puzzle pieces snapping into place. When she leaned close, her perfume washed over him – a tantalizing fusion of cardamom, violet, iris, and sandalwood. His lungs swelled, the fragrance making him sway on his feet, his knees threatening to give way. He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, etching every detail into his memory.
“I would’ve been here earlier if the house was open,” John confessed. “Last night was … beyond words.” Indeed, it had been surprising, exciting, and wonderful. He’d never gotten completely lost in a woman like that before, a feeling he hadn’t expected to encounter in, of all places, a whorehouse. But John couldn’t have pried himself away from Lindsay if he wanted to. He craved her. He was, officially, head over heels in love.
Throw in that rampant make-out session at the start of their discussion, and he’d become silly putty in her hands. The tiny spot beside his lip still tingled, and a shiver of heat skittered through his bones. The woman knew how to kiss, to touch, and say all the right things. The vivid memories had shocked him awake after a mere two hours of sleep, his mind whirling, body thrumming with an adrenaline surge potent enough to fuel him for days. “I haven’t been able to think about anything but you … but us.”
“Me neither.” Lindsay stepped back from the embrace, her fingertips tracing the outline of John’s jaw. “I don’t know, but I feel like I connected with you on a level that I’ve never experienced with a client before. That’s saying a lot, too, because I’ve met some really awesome people here. But last night, I, we … wow. I mean, I really love it when guys are brutally honest with me.”
After offering her a coffee, John and Lindsay made their way to the back of the bar and to the same table as last evening. Jenn and a guy John didn’t know, a young Mexican gentleman with a lively attitude, were pulling tables together to make one big, rickety conference table. It seemed the brothel was anticipating a gathering, rearranging the space to host a large contingent or meeting.
“That’s Fernando,” Lindsay told John. “He’s our chef, certified and all, but helps out wherever we need him.”
Catching John’s eye, Fernando’s smile burst forth, cheerful and pleasant. “¡Hola, amigo! Welcome to our casa. I hope you’re ready for Lindsay because she is gonna show you the time of your life today.” His head gave a quick twitch and his grin expanded, spreading ear to ear. “Ella va a sacudir tu jodido mundo.”
John blinked, taken aback by Fernando’s exuberant greeting. He caught the gist of the welcome but couldn’t quite follow the rapid-fire Spanish at the end. Not wanting to disrupt the jovial atmosphere, John decided to roll with it. “Hey, thanks man! I’m stoked to be here.” His eyes ran over Lindsay again. He’d pictured this moment countless times, but reality was so much better. “I just can’t believe I’m actually here.”
At the bar’s opposite end, a young woman caught John’s attention. Her combat boots, adorned with silver studs and rhinestones, claimed the adjacent stool as if it were her throne. Locks of hair, an audacious fusion of midnight black and electric purple, spun down her shoulders, framing her face like a painting. The neon lights danced across her features, highlighting the constellations of piercings that adorned her nose and ears, each one a defiant statement against conformity.
Her eyes, heavily shadowed in the same bold hues as her hair, seemed to challenge John, drawing him into a silent exchange that stood in stark contrast to the classic, girl-next-door allure of Lindsay.
The corner of goth chick’s obsidian lips shot John a knowing smile as she plucked a chili cheese fry from the basket before her. She raised the fry in John’s direction, offering a playful salute, before popping it into her mouth and chewing with deliberate slowness.
John’s own lips twitched, a grin taking shape as she wagged her brows.
“That’s Amethyst,” Lindsay informed him. “She’s one of our new girls. Would you like me to introduce you? Maybe you’d like her to join us?” Her eyes darted to Amethyst and back to him. “A … a threesome, perhaps?”
“No. No, that’s fine.” John’s words were final, leaving no doubt. He reached out, fingers grazing Lindsay’s chin, and stared into her eyes. “I’m only interested in you.”
“Good!” The word burst out like a giddy confession. Lindsay laced her fingers through his and kissed his knuckles one at a time. “Because I want you for myself.”
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“So, tell me, Kyle.” Jenn’s voice serenaded the bar as she poured the gentleman a brew from behind the counter. With Lindsay and John having retreated to her bedroom moments ago to discuss terms and prices, Jenn now found herself alone with another potential client. “What can we at Happy Ending Ranch do for you this morning?”
“I, uh …” the forty-three-year-old from Arkansas began, but his voice sputtered. He downed a gulp of liquid courage and tried again. “I heard this is the place to go for, you know, a good time.” He glanced around the parlor, dimly lit with its flickering hues, the cracked furniture exuding a faint, musty odor. “Well, umm, I’m married …”
Jenn’s smile blossomed as she nodded once, her green eyes softening with understanding. Dealing with mongers (and ultimately coaxing them into opening their wallet) had become old hat for her after all these years.
“… but my wife is kind of a prude. I mean, I don’t blame her because, I guess, that’s how she was raised.”
“Okay.”
“But, needless to say, our sex life is lacking. It’s literally only missionary position, and blowjobs are completely off the table.”
Jenn’s brows winged. “Oh, I’m so sorry to hear that. What about … you going down on her?”
“Nope. Too dirty for her.” Kyle’s voice dripped with frustration, his fingers tightening around the glass. “She has this idea that sex has to be this wholesome thing. It can only be intimate lovemaking.” He threw his hands up, almost sloshing the beer. “There’s just no room for wild, passionate fucking.”
“What about handjobs?” Jenn asked, free of judgment.
“No. Heidi doesn’t really like to touch me down there.”
Jenn huffed out a sigh, her fingers moving to cover Kyle’s atop the bar. “I feel very sorry for you. A life without oral sex isn’t much of a life at all.”
“Yeah, tell me about it.” His posture crumpled, as if invisible strings holding him upright had been abruptly severed. “God forbid I suggest anything more kinky, perhaps doggy, or something.”
Jenn’s gaze sharpened, her chin dipping. “Did you know that about her before marrying her?”
“Well, I mean, she was always really reserved but, you just, you always expect that she was kind of saving herself for marriage. And then once you get married, get to know each other, open up and try stuff. …” Kyle rubbed his aching temples. “First time we had sex was on our wedding night. I was sooooo horny and just ready to do things with her and to her, and she vetoed it all.”
“Oh, my.” Jenn’s body seemed to melt, losing its feminine appeal and blending into the bar’s mundane atmosphere.
“Only missionary position and even then, I couldn’t go too hard.”
“I’m so sorry. So sorry to hear that.”
“I’m starving for just … some wild fucking.” A synchronized chuckle broke the tension, their shoulders shaking in tandem. But when the moment passed, Kyle’s demeanor changed, his voice taking on a more somber tone. “And any, I mean any blowjob.
“But even after all these years, I’ve never cheated on Heidi though I’ve had plenty of opportunities. It’s just, I can’t take it anymore.” His eyes met Jenn’s, searching for acceptance. “I mean, I don’t really even see this – visiting a brothel – as cheating. Kind of more like, therapy, in a way. I don’t know.”
“I think you’re right. Your wife may not agree with me, but you … you’re right. I think sometimes that men may need something different to keep the marriage alive.”
“Yes!” Kyle’s face lit up.
“It’s very important.”
“Exactly. Yeah, I agree.” He took another swig of beer, as if toasting Jenn’s wisdom.
Moments later, their discussion had shifted.
“You know, this place and I go way back.” Jenn’s fingers absently traced the grain of the wooden bar top. “Two decades ago, I was on the other side of this counter, working as a courtesan to fund my college education.”
Kyle’s eyebrows jolted upward.
“Criminal Justice degree. Worked hard for it too.” Jenn’s chin lifted, her gaze beaming. “Went on to be a Loss Prevention Specialist in Vegas, then a Forensic Science Technician in Scottsdale.” A shadow seemed to cross Jenn’s face, her eyes losing their earlier luster. “Five good years in Arizona, too, until budget cuts hit.”
She straightened her posture. “That’s when I came back to Happy Ending Ranch. Not as a working girl, mind you, but as a bartender.” Her lips curled into a fleeting smirk. “Didn’t know a martini from a margarita back then, either. I guess I’ve come a long way.
“Eventually, I decided to transition back to sex work, but the old house manager, Jim, pulled me aside one day and said I need you more on this side. He wanted to train me as his eventual replacement. That was eleven years ago. Colt, the owner, always wanted a succession plan in place just in case something unforeseen happened.” She expelled a rush of oxygen, her cheeks puffing out before deflating. “And over those eleven years, I did everything here as far as bartending, bookkeeping, politicking, maintenance, cleaning, laundry, you name it.
“And wouldn’t you know it?” Jenn’s smile exploded like a supernova. “A month ago, that promotion finally came through. Jim retired. Colt moved on. House manager now. Madam Jennifer.” She gestured around the bar. “Being under new ownership these days, we have big things in mind as far as giving the ranch a complete facelift too. A few months from now, this place will look totally different than it does now. I, for one, I cannot wait.”
After several more moments of friendly banter, Kyle asked what the protocol was for partying with a lady.
“See that room behind you, with the stripper pole? That’s our lap dance room. If you’d like a lineup, I’ll take you in there and seat you in the recliner. Then I’ll gather all our available ladies. They’ll line up against the mirror and introduce themselves one by one, and you can pick whomever you like.” She paused, glancing at the monitor on the wall. “We’re a bit short-staffed this week, but everyone you see on our menu here is available right now – except Lindsay. I know you asked about her earlier, but she’s with a client at the moment and, I’m not certain, but I think they’re gonna be a while.”
“But I can pick one off the video board here if I want to, right? I don’t have to get a lineup?”
“It’s all up to you, sweetie. You tell me what you want.”
Kyle stifled a grin and rubbed his hands together, his knuckles cracking. “Oh, fuck me. They’re all gorgeous, but I think … I think I’d like … Amelia. At least to meet her, I mean, and see if we have a connection. A spark.”
“Of course. You sit tight here, honey, and I’ll go back and let Amelia know you’re interested. She’s probably sleeping, though, so it may be fifteen or twenty minutes until she makes her way out.”
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John had to work not to squeeze her too tightly, but holy shit Lindsay felt good.
“You’re only the second client I’ve ever had who has booked a full twenty-four hours with me at the ranch.” Her arms were ensnaring him too. “Thank you, baby. You have no idea how much this helps me out. My bills won’t pay themselves.”
They stood like that in her bedroom for a long time, their marathon GFE commencing just seconds ago. John could feel Lindsay’s heart hammering against his chest.
During negotiations earlier, John confided that he’d recently come into a sizable amount of money through the Maryland state lottery. He still valued his job and wanted to continue working but was no longer held down by financial burdens. Now, he could do all the things he wanted to do.
John had plans of visiting Australia to experience winter in July next year and to gaze upon the Southern Cross in the night sky. He had other travel ambitions, too, such as China, where he’d walk along the Great Wall, followed by a trip to Britain to explore Hadrian’s Wall, a more obscure historical landmark but one he knew and wanted to see.
Yet, the pinnacle of his newfound freedom and the first (and most important) destination on his global odyssey was the unassuming town of Flagstone, Nevada.
“I came here so I could meet you.”
Lindsay was caught off guard by the request for a twenty-four-hour party, but as a professional, she prided herself on being ready for any wish her clients might have. No matter how much time or how outlandish the fetish, she was prepared to accommodate their needs. After discussing the details with John and crunching the numbers on a calculator, they agreed on a rate of $800 per hour. With an additional five percent surcharge for using a credit card, the final total came to a staggering $20,160.
“Go ahead and charge my card a flat twenty-five thousand,” he later told Jenn in the booking office. “However, I have one condition: I know the house gets its cut, but I want the excess to go directly to Lindsay. Every single penny. It’s a tip. You must give me your word that it goes to her. Nothing extra for the house. Just her.”
“Oh, trust me,” Jenn said, “Lindsay will get it all.”
In the bedroom, John’s lips pursed, a thin stream of air escaping. He lifted his hand to the back of Lindsay’s head, dragging it down the length of her hair. “Damn, girl, you smell good.”
A tiny feminine laugh rumbled against his chest. “Well, thanks.” She rubbed her cheek against his shoulder. “You smell pretty good, too, especially after your shower.”
The feel of her cheek against his shoulder made his dick hard.
Well, fuck.
When she started to let go of him, John reaffirmed his grip. “Just another second. Please. God, you feel so good.”
She tucked her head under his chin. “As long as you want, baby.”
“I could stay like this forever, you know. I really could.”
They were quiet for several heartbeats.
“I think I’ve done more hugging last night and today than I have in the past ten years combined,” he said.
“Guess you’ve got some catching up to do, then. Lucky for you, I’m a cuddlebug, and got plenty of hugs to spare.”
John squeezed her and finally retreated. He slipped his hands into his pockets, a precautionary measure to resist the overwhelming urge to hold onto her indefinitely. Letting Lindsay go was the last thing he wanted to do, now or ever.
“Thank you for allowing me to hold you so much.”
“You don’t have to thank me, you know.”
“I’m just glad you’re not totally scared of me.”
Her mouth bunched into a pucker. “Why would I be scared of you?”
“I don’t know.” He sawed out a humorless laugh. “Experience tells me that I’m not the type of guy women want to be with. Been rejected so many times, I’ve lost count. Women never stick around long enough to meet the real me.”
“John, those other women? They missed out. But their loss is my gain, because you’re here with me now.” She put her hand behind his head and leaned closer. “I see you, the real you. And let me tell you, I’m definitely sticking around – and I’m gonna rock your world in ways you’ve never imagined.”
John’s trepidations melted as Lindsay’s lips met his. He surrendered to the sensations, his mouth seeking hers with a fervor he hadn’t known he possessed. His tongue danced along the seam of her lips, a silent plea for admission, which she granted with a breathy moan that sent shivers down his spine.
Lindsay’s fingers found their way to his neck. Her other hand cradled his jaw, anchoring him in place. John’s tongue delved deeper, exploring the warm cavern of her mouth, savoring her taste and offering his own in return.
Lindsay’s hunger matched John’s, her lips attacking his with a ferocity that left him winded. The coarse hair of his beard rasped against the delicate skin of her chin and cheeks as he tilted his head, seeking to deepen their connection. Lost in the throes of desire, Lindsay’s body moved on its own accord, her leg beginning to wrap around John’s waist.
Before she could complete the motion, John’s hand found its way to her thigh. With a sudden, powerful movement, he hoisted her up, pressing her body against his own. Lindsay gasped, her feet leaving the ground as she found herself at his mercy, suspended in his arms.
John carried her across the room, his hand gripping her ass while the other supported her thigh. His steps were purposeful, driven by a primal need that threatened to consume them both. When they reached the far wall, he chucked Lindsay’s back against the cool, pink stucco, positioning her directly beside a poster print of Pamela.
Lindsay’s arms wound around John’s neck, clinging to him as if he were her lifeline. A wanton moan escaped her lips, swallowed by their kiss, his hardened length finding its place against her core. He rocked his hips, dry-humping her in a foreshadowing of what was to come.
Lindsay’s fingers dug into his scalp.
John’s lips blazed a trail from her mouth, along the curve of her jaw, until they reached the shell of her ear. His hot breath sent delicious sensations shooting all throughout as he growled, “Fuck, you feel incredible.”
Lindsay’s thighs tightened around him, her body arching as she let her head fall back against the wall. “You feel incredible, too, baby.”
Laughter stormed out of John’s throat and reverberated against her skin and his lips soon followed, peppering feather-light kisses along her collarbone, leaving goosebumps in their wake. Lindsay’s nipples pebbled beneath the fabric of her black tank top, ready for his touch.
With John doing most of the work when it came to holding her up, Lindsay seized the opportunity to explore his body. Her hands glided down his chest, fingertips tracing his form before dipping beneath the soft cotton of his T-shirt. As her palms met bare skin, John’s muscles tensed, and a guttural moan escaped from deep within.
Images of John’s naked form danced behind Lindsay’s eyelids. She yearned to taste his skin, especially his dick, to map every inch of his body with her tongue. She wanted to watch him bucking and contracting and then coming like a wild man beneath her as she rode him cowgirl.
John’s kisses intensified, a promise of the passion yet to come. Lindsay found herself trapped against the wall, his hands cradling her face as he captured her mouth with an intensity born from ten years of suppressed yearning. There was a possessiveness in his touch, but also a protectiveness that made her feel cherished and secure. In his arms, Lindsay knew she was safe, that John would move mountains to care for her.
He broke the kiss and relaxed, letting her slide to the floor. And then, without preamble, John turned her so she was facing the wall. He took Lindsay’s hands and put them up, and noticed her fingers caressing Pamela’s face via the poster as she gazed at it almost as if Pamela were with them in person. John covered the back of Lindsay’s hands, flattening them.
“I think you’d like it,” he said, “if she was with us now … if this was a threesome.”
“Oh, yes,” came Lindsay’s quick response. “I love Pamela and would happily share you with her. Oh, for sure, I’d make an exception for Pamela.”
A growl, though somewhat restrained, bubbled outward. “How about any of the other girls?”
“That’s up to you, really, baby. These twenty-four hours are all about you. It’s your fantasy. Just say the word, and I’ll see about making it happen. Honestly, I don’t know what I love more – cock or pussy. I love both, don’t get me wrong, but I go back and forth on which is my favorite on, really, a daily basis.”
“I’ll remember that. You love pussy. Any girl in the house.” His mouth was against her ear when he murmured, “But for now, don’t move.”
John’s hands embarked on a journey down Lindsay’s body, caressing her breasts before settling on her belly. He rubbed slow circles, causing her tank top to ride up and expose her skin to his touch. Lindsay gasped as she again felt his hardness press against her backside.
His hands continued their exploration, gliding down to her hips and along the front of her thighs. Just as she thought he might pull away, John surprised her by cupping her pussy through her white denim shorts.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he rasped, his voice thick with arousal against her ear. “I’m gonna worship you like you’ve never been worshipped before.”
Rendered speechless, Lindsay could only nod in response. John’s gentle dominance overwhelmed her senses. It was as if he had created a world just for the two of them, shielding her from anything beyond the pleasures they could offer each other.
John’s hands resumed their upward path, slipping beneath her shirt to explore the smooth expanse of her belly before reaching her breasts. His touch, though gentle, was deliberate and measured. He took his time fondling her, teasing her nipples through the thin fabric of her bra.
Desperate for more contact, Lindsay jammed her ass against his pelvis. John responded with enthusiasm, tugging at her sensitive peaks with abandon.
She huffed out a breath and moaned.
John freed her breasts from the confines of her bra, exposing them for his touch. His fingers resumed their sensual torment, pinching, rolling, and twisting her nipples until Lindsay was squirming against him, shifting from foot to foot.
“Honey, you’re amazing,” John said, his breath hot against her ear. “The moment I laid eyes on your pictures three years ago, I was captivated. And now, meeting you, your beauty, your kindness, your wit … everything about you has drawn me further in. What you and the other girls do here for men like me, it’s nothing short of a miracle. You’re an angel, sweetheart. And today, tonight, I’m gonna show you how much I appreciate you.”
Despite his heartfelt confession, John’s hands never ceased their exploration of her breasts. Lindsay craved more, something uninhibited, something hardcore. The need to feel John’s dick deep inside her overran her thoughts.
Lindsay tried to turn in his arms, but John clamped a hand around her wrist, pressing her firmly against the wall with his body. “I told you not to move.”
Lindsay let her head fall back onto his shoulder, a shaky breath escaping as she surrendered to his control. “I’m sorry, sir. I’ll be good.”
John’s hand drifted lower, slipping beneath the waistband of her shorts and into her silk panties. His thumb found her slick folds, teasing her most sensitive spot with surprising precision.
Lindsay shifted into his hand with a ragged moan that almost sounded like a sob.
“I’ve got you.” His lips brushed her ear. “I’ve got you, sweetheart. It’s your job to take care of others. But who takes care of you? Who takes care of the working girl? That’s my job right now. Close your eyes. I just want you to feel. Feel this.”
“Yes sir.” She moved her feet so her thighs were further apart, but it wasn’t enough. She lifted one foot up to the wooden rail of the flower stand.
“That’s my girl.” John slipped a finger inside as his thumb prodded her clitoris. “Yeah, that’s my girl.”
“Fuck,” she cried out. It’d been too long – yesterday afternoon – since another human had touched her there.
His finger was thick and long, though certainly not the size of her favorite dildo. Not even when he added the second finger. Still, John could do things rubber couldn’t. He prodded in and out at first, then picked up the pace, mimicking how she and her dildo helped her prepare for his arrival earlier this morning in the shower. Lindsay knew this man would fuck her and she’d been looking forward to it oh so much, but she would’ve never imagined that her first time coming apart at the seams with him would be courtesy of his fingers.
In the aftermath, she absorbed the feeling of the big body behind her, the arms wrapped around her, the hand and fingers in that most private place, the hot breath against her neck, and the heart pounding against her shoulder.
Lindsay sucked in oxygen and slumped forward. John’s hands were there on her hips to hold her up as she took a moment or two to gather herself.
She wasn’t even undressed. Already, this was unlike any other GFE she’d had. John promised it would be different. So, Lindsay simply pulled her bra cups back up over her breasts and turned in his arms. His hands stayed on her hips as he studied her, waiting for her to speak.
There was only one thing she could say. “Thank you.”
“Absolutely.” He returned the smile. “My pleasure.”
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Mia Flores tried to act nonchalant as she passed Mariko and an older gentleman in the hallway on her way back to the parlor, wondering if they smelled sex wafting around her and the incredibly hot guy she had been with. She lifted her chin and made a face, reminding herself that she did this type of thing every day. Really, who the fuck cares what they think? No stranger to hooking up with random guys, Mia – Amelia – was used to fast, hard sex, not slow, careful lovemaking.
Negotiations with Kyle were quite easy, and Amelia had been agreeable to all his requests. He thrusted into her harder, faster, drove in deeper, giving her one of the best fucks she’d had since … well, last night, when she was riding the cock of another middle-aged man who blew off years, perhaps even decades, of frustration with her, too, as he dealt with his own deteriorating marriage.
“I think I’m dying!” Jenn’s voice accompanied wild peals of laughter as Amelia shuffled through the curtain and found her and Kyle again conversing at the bar. Had he told her a joke or something? No matter, once they’d made eye contact, Kyle grinned at Amelia.
“That’s funny, because for the first time in thirteen years, I finally feel like I’m living.” He brushed hair from her cheek and kissed her there. “All thanks to you, sweet girl.” Then he kissed Amelia’s lips and the tip of her nose. “Good God, sex with you was outstanding.”
She rubbed her hand across his face. “Oh, baby, that was just the appetizer. I know you want to party with Sahara this afternoon, too, but how about you and I plan a full-course meal for tonight? I’ll show you what it really feels like to be alive.”
“God, yes! I’ll keep my plans with Sahara, but tonight? It’ll be all about you, gorgeous. I’ll grab a quick power nap at the Twin Tops and then meet you back here at eight o’clock. How does that sound? And I had so much fun, I think I’ll purchase two hours instead of one.”
“Thank you, baby. I really appreciate it.” Amelia hooked an arm around Kyle’s neck and reeled him close for a hug. “I’m so looking forward to partying with you again.”
“You want to schedule an appointment at three with Sahara, right? Or was it four?” Jenn asked Kyle, queuing up the logbook on her laptop.
“No, three is good. Afterwards, I’ll get dinner and a nap, and I’ll be back no later than seven-thirty, I promise.”
The keyboard seemed to come alive under Jenn’s touch. “I’ve got you in for three o’clock with Sahara so someone else can’t swoop in just before you and claim her. Same for Amelia here, at eight. Both appointments guaranteed.”
The doorbell rang, signaling yet another monger. “Oh, you’ll have to excuse me,” Jenn told Amelia and Kyle, tossing an old dishrag down. “We’re awfully busy today, huh?” Modest heels clicked as she hustled over, drew in a breath, and opened the door with a bright grin. “Hi! Welcome to Happy Ending Ranch. How are you today?”
Kyle turned on his bar stool, swiveling Amelia’s and bringing her knees between his as they spoke about their upcoming GFE. Meanwhile, Jenn exchanged further pleasantries with this latest gentleman, asking for his ID despite the fact he was clearly pushing seventy.
His hands trembled as he retrieved his wallet, dropping it once before handing over his driver’s license. He shifted his weight to one foot and peered beyond Jenn’s shoulder and into the parlor itself, his eyes looming.
Jenn met his gaze and offered a polite smile.
“Umm, I … I have a one o’clock with Tina.”
“Tina? Oh, my, you’re in for the time of your life, sir. Or may I call you Reggie? Please, step inside, and make yourself comfortable either at the bar or at a table. Perhaps I could get you a drink?”
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John scrubbed two hands over his face and stared at his reflection in the bathroom mirror.
He’d just made love to Lindsay Sucks.
He wasn’t her first. Nor would he be her last. No, John was just the latest in a never-ending procession of men (and women, too, apparently). But that was okay, because he preferred to believe that he’d made it good for Lindsay, pouring all his affection into every kiss and touch.
Twenty-two hours remained in their party.
The fact that John was in love with this prostitute and still had no issues with letting her go when the clock hit triple zeroes was a great way of proving that he’d come to Nevada with the right mindset, wasn’t it?
I’ll simply love her from afar. John splashed water on his face and cinched his bathrobe, then turned and made the short trek back across the hall to her bedroom, wondering if it was too soon for ask for another blowjob.
But once inside, and the door latched behind him, he found his girl had already been claimed by another male.
Lindsay had pulled the top of the bedsheet to her neck, and Midnight was curled up in the crook of her arm. She lazily stroked his head while also talking to him. The sight caused John’s heart to trip out warm beats.
Midnight had been an amiable, cuddly little thing since introducing himself to John the previous evening, jumping onto Lindsay’s lap in the parlor. The twenty-one-year-old explained that she had recently rescued Midnight, along with Lucy, from the streets of Bakersfield. Midnight was a handsome, well-fed, and cherished black-and-white tuxedo cat.
“Did he claim my spot before I even made it across the hall?”
Lindsay lifted her head and smiled at John. “He waited until you shut the bathroom door.”
One of her legs was stretched out to the side, with the thin sheet covering her thigh and that divine spot between her thighs that John was eager to revisit. But her bent knee and calf were exposed. John ran his hand from the arch of Lindsay’s foot up to her knee, eliciting a soft sigh.
“You’ll have to decide which one of us you want to cuddle with.”
“Is that so?” Lindsay raised an eyebrow. “Why can’t I have you both?”
“Well, babe, I’m not into sharing,” John said, his mouth hooked up on one side. “Well, let me correct that. I’ve thought about it, and I’m more open to the idea of sharing you with another girl. But a cat? No, fat chance. Besides, once I get in bed with you, kitty will get lost.”
“You’ll make him leave?” Lindsay’s lips bunched into a pout and she scratched Midnight’s chin.
“No. He’ll just leave on his own.”
She looked at the feline. “You don’t think he likes you?”
“Animals have always been afraid of me.” Eyelids fluttering, John hissed out a breath. “Just like women.”
Shit. He hadn’t meant to bring that subject up again.
There was silence for a moment, but John could hear Midnight purring. Up against Lindsay? He could relate.
“You don’t give yourself enough credit.” Lindsay rubbed Midnight’s ears. “If you put forth the same effort and treated everyone in your life the same way you’ve treated me, women would be falling all over you. You need to improve your outlook, John, and the way you view the world. Be more positive. I learned that from Pamela too. Positive things happen to positive people. That was her mantra in life, and I’ve adopted it.” Lindsay stroked Midnight’s tail. “Besides, this boy is a softie. Sometimes he can be a bit shy, but he generally likes everybody.” She held her other hand out to John. “Come here, baby.”
“There’s no way I wasn’t coming in there with you. You do know that, right?” he said, shedding his bathrobe and showing her just how ready he was to start another round.
Lindsay’s eyes dropped to his cock and her tongue darted out, licking her lips.
That’s a look of lust. All the praise about this gal on the website forums and how her insatiable nature wasn’t an act? All true.
He slid in beside her, on the opposite side from Midnight, and cuddled in close, resting his hand on her stomach and his erection against her hip.
The cat didn’t move. He did, however, look up at John with a really? expression. John let loose a whisper of a laugh. “You might have crawled on top of her first, buddy. But I promise you she’ll like how I cuddle with her more.”
Midnight put his head down, on Lindsay’s arm, and closed his eyes.
Seriously? He refused to move? Just when John thought he and the animal had come to an understanding about personal space, they would have to share the woman John felt certain he’d spend the rest of his life fantasizing about.
Fine. I can wait. Lying up against Lindsay wasn’t a bad way to spend a couple of minutes. I got time.
“You’re not gonna make him move?” she asked after twenty seconds. Lindsay had an arm around John, too, her fingernails carving zigzags on and around his spine.
“Nah.”
“See? He’s not scared of you. You got a … I don’t know, you’ve got this … don’t-fuck-with-me face. I think that’s your biggest problem. Not now, you don’t have it with me, but I saw it last night when you were talking with Donald in the parlor. It’s like you have this shield, this barrier up, and you don’t want to let it down, put your trust in anyone. Work on changing that, baby. Work on being positive and it will transform your life and how everyone else perceives you. I promise you, it will.”
“You really think it’s that simple? That just by changing my outlook, people will see me differently and good things will happen?”
Lindsay nodded, still stroking Midnight. “I do. So much of life is about the energy we broadcast to the universe. Again, Pamela taught me that. If you broadcast positivity, optimism and openness, it’s incredible how people and opportunities show up differently.”
Oxygen razored between his teeth. “I don’t know, Lindsay. Easier said than done. My don’t-fuck-with-me face as you call it? It feels pretty ingrained at this point.”
“I get it. Change isn’t easy. But you have to start somewhere. Even just noticing when you’re slipping into a negative mindset and consciously shifting it is a step.” She rolled onto her side to face him. “I believe in you, John. You’re a good man, a generous man. You tipped me nearly five thousand dollars for this party, and that’s unheard of. No monger has ever done that for me. So, yes, that tells me you’re a good man, and someone is out there waiting for you. Don’t let past hurts make you close yourself off from all the joy and connection that’s possible.”
John glanced over at Midnight, already fast asleep upon Lindsay’s shoulder. He eased his hand over. The cat opened one eye but didn’t lift its head. Didn’t move. John placed his hand on his skull, gliding it down his back.
He’d almost forgotten how silky cats were. Reminded him of the stuffed animal plushie he purchased for his niece’s birthday earlier in the year. And Midnight still didn’t move. He didn’t arch into John’s hand. He didn’t start purring.
But he didn’t pull away either.
“Well, I suppose if this little guy isn’t afraid to love and trust after living on the streets, I can learn to open my heart too.” John moved his hand away, though, needing to stroke an actual human for a moment. Or twenty-two more hours. Lindsay’s breath hitched when he trailed a fingertip through her cleavage.
“I know you better than you think.”
“Oh?” John swallowed. “You do?”
“I see men like you all the time. I want you to leave here happier. More fulfilled. More at ease. And with a new outlook. That would make me happy.” Lindsay’s lips curved upward, her head nodding. “You’re gonna be okay, John. I can sense it. Better than okay. Just work on being positive. Treat yourself with compassion. Surround yourself with people and experiences that light you up inside. The rest will follow.”
No one lights me up more than you. And then the cold realization hit. Was he getting too close after all? John couldn’t let himself travel down that dark alley. Not with a prostitute. Hell, he wanted to keep Lindsay naked and in this bed forever. With him. Over him. Under him. But the man realized going into this that he’d have to give her up. I’m sure she has a steady boyfriend or girlfriend already.
Or both.
Lindsay moved her arm out from underneath Midnight. The cat made a sound, a soft murr, but then stood and stretched. She let the bedsheet fall, exposing her breasts, and Midnight meowed as she scratched his back once more. In a blur of fur, he bounded onto the nightstand, scattering a few papers. Without pause, Midnight sailed through the air, landing with precision on the study desk’s edge. Tail swishing, he traversed the narrow path before descending to the floor in a graceful arc, his attention already fixed on his next adventure.
“You said you’re more open to the idea of sharing me with another girl.” Lindsay reached for her smartphone and began tapping away. “Is that something you’d like, baby?”
“Christ, I don’t know.” A storm of emotions played across John’s features. “I mean, I’ve dreamed and fantasized about meeting you, getting to know you, since 2018. For years, you’ve been this impossible dream.
“But now it’s a reality, and I’m suddenly itching for a threesome?” His hands clenched and unclenched at his abdomen. “It’s contradictory, isn’t it? I’ve never been a greedy person. God, what’s wrong with me? How can I want more when I finally have everything I’ve been dreaming of?”
Lindsay set her phone down. “Hey, it’s okay.” She unfurled his fist and slipped her fingers inside. “There’s nothing wrong with how you’re feeling, and I won’t take offense if you want another girl added to the mix for an hour, a couple of hours, however long you’d like. Fantasies evolve. It’s normal, it’s human nature. It’s okay, baby. We’ll do whatever makes you comfortable. No rush, no pressure. Your happiness and satisfaction are the only things that matter to me.”
“I mean, I’d like to, but I … I don’t …”
She idled closer, her gaze resolute. “I don’t want you to go back to Maryland in a couple of days and regret that you didn’t get a threesome. I can tell this is something that you really want.” A smile spread across her face, bright as the sunrise. “Come on, John. Don’t be bashful. I think you should do it. Who goes to a buffet and samples just one dish? Dive in, baby. Carpe diem.”
“Well, if you put it that way.” John’s eyes drifted past Lindsay, scanning the wall as if decoding invisible messages. His hand found the wine glass, fingers curling around the stem. He tipped it back, the crimson liquid disappearing down his throat.
As he set the glass down, half-empty, a newfound resolve seemed to take form. “What are my choices? Who? I mean, tell me about the other girls working here now.”
“Oh, honey, you’re in for a treat.” Lindsay retrieved her phone, fingers already flying across it. “This is Tina.” She angled the device toward him. “Don’t let her advanced age or the few extra pounds deter you. She’s got more energy than half our younger girls combined. And that mouth? It’s magic. Pure magic. Believe me, I know.” Lindsay swiped, revealing a petite raven-hair with a dazzling smile. “Amelia here? Sweetest thing you’ll ever meet. But get her talking about quantum physics, and she’ll blow your mind. She’s a smart, smart chick.
“Next, we have Amethyst. Our gothic princess. Look at this pic. She was having breakfast at the bar when you came in, remember? Don’t let the all-black aesthetic fool you – she’s got a wicked sense of humor. And all those tattoos and piercings? Each one has a story behind it.
“Amethyst is also our resident tarot reader. Some clients swear she’s predicted their futures. Whether you believe in that stuff or not, her readings are always … entertaining.” The screen changed to show a woman with an elegant bearing. “Mariko, our expert masseuse, and most seasoned courtesan. Trust me, you’ve never experienced true relaxation until you’ve had Mariko give you a massage.”
Lindsay paused, a smile quirking up her lips. “And then we have our dynamic duo, Sahara and Riley.” The photo showed two slender brunettes, arms intertwined. “Just returned to the house a week ago after being away since the start of COVID. They’re married, a legitimate couple, and let me tell you, they work in perfect sync. But fair warning – they’ll try to persuade you into a foursome. Sahara and Riley don’t like being apart from each other one bit.”
John could hardly imagine a group sex scenario playing out with any of these fine women but liked the idea very much. Never in his wildest dreams did he envision enjoying two (or more) women simultaneously. He’d have time to unpack and recollect on this enjoyable little gem in the future. Still, John wanted more. Carpe diem. Reach for the stars, buddy.
Something surely unattainable.
“So, do any of the girls catch your eye?” Lindsay asked. “Our date just began. If you’d prefer to talk to them first, meet them in person and then make your decision, I can invite them in, one-by-one, for a few moments. Whatever you want, baby, and it’ll be yours.” She offered a one-shouldered shrug. “Or we can wait until tonight or even tomorrow if you want. Really, the choice is up to you. Me? I’m comfortable with any girl you choose for a threesome.”
John’s lip vanished beneath his teeth, the pressure leaving a temporary white mark when released. “How about Jenn? I like her more than any of the others.”
“Jenn?” Lindsay’s eyes widened, her pupils dilating until only a speck of blue remained. “Jenn, the house madam?”
(This chapter will continue in the next post)
