The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 14

Sammy had been with Aaliyah a few times and considered her a decent fuck, a B-minus at best, but certainly not worth $3,000 an hour. He felt sympathy for out-of-town Las Vegas tourists who journeyed to Chastity's Ranch, believing there was no other legal alternative, unaware that Flagstone was a mere two-and-a-half-hour drive from The Strip and the prices were $500 to $800 an hour. Happy Ending Ranch wasn't near as nice - there was no comparison, structurally speaking, between the houses themselves - but the girls were far more attractive, in his opinion, than they were at Chastity's.

Much friendlier and open-minded too. That was perhaps Sammy's highest compliment for Colt and the way he ran his brothel: he only hired the most sociable, outgoing girls, and demanded they sit and talk with clients before and after parties for thirty to sixty minutes, if not longer. The most conversation time Sammy ever had at Chastity's was twelve minutes before the chick wanted to know if he was interested in a party. He passed, she became offended, and vanished into thin air. Sammy had bailed on their outrageous prices too many times to count and refused to go there at all anymore.

Jeff Robbins, the hiring manager at Chastity's, sent an e-mail to Sammy on Happy Ending Ranch's website in response to his praise about Lindsay and asked countless questions about her. Jeff was a vulture, a slimy snake in the grass, and was looking to snatch Lindsay away. While she was too young to work at Chastity's - the minimum age for a licensed courtesan in Nye County was twenty-one - they could send her to one of their sister brothels near Reno where the asking price was $1,000 to $1,500 an hour until she was old enough to work at Chastity's.

Sammy told the guy that Lindsay was Colt's niece, of all things, and there was no way she'd ever think of leaving Happy Ending Ranch because of it. Sammy suggested he drop the idea. Lindsay was docile and sweet, so humble and innocent, and Sammy feared she'd get eaten alive elsewhere. Her personality wouldn't mesh and she'd be one of those girls who would run away in tears, shattered, after a week or two. The other prostitutes would use her, take advantage of her kindness, and knife her in the back when she was least expecting it.

Sammy couldn't allow that to happen.

Of course, Mr. Robbins didn't care that Lindsay and Colt were "family." He didn't give a flying fuck. All he saw was dollar signs because Lindsay was the new it girl on the scene, and all the owners were taking notice. This industry was cutthroat - it was always poaching season.

Even if she somehow survived working at Chastity's Ranch, or The Sinner's Paradise in Chimayo, Sammy figured Lindsay would be damaged goods within six months from the mental side of things and never recover. His prime example for that was Nicolette. She started out at Chastity's almost ten years ago, at twenty, vibrant and full of spunk, and today Sammy rated her as a D-minus.

And that was being generous.

"Daddy told you to look at him."

Haltingly, Lindsay raised her head and met his gaze. Daddy? The stern tenor of his voice sunk in and enveloped every submissive fiber of her being.

"Are you okay? Talk to me." Lindsay had an insatiable craving of her own - for dick - and tended to pout like a conceited, entitled brat when customers passed her over in lineups. Scarlett told him that too. "Were you upset the guy didn't want to party with you? The husband?"

"No, not that. Not that at all." Lindsay was worried about Becky and her marriage with Nick. She wished that Kenzie hadn't told her they were having problems at home. "I don't ... I can't ... I can't discuss it." I'll be in trouble if I start sharing details about clients and their personal lives.

I can't risk losing my job, even for Sammy.

"Okay, fine." He and Lindsay would have to tread on eggshells until he talked to Mindy and took care of their surveillance issue. If nothing else, those damn microphones needed to be disabled.

He placed a hand on Lindsay's thigh and kneaded it. "Tell me about your party with the wife." His words were gentle, respectful, but still a command. Not a request. "What did you do with her?"

Lindsay trembled and a little noise came from within her throat. She wanted to climb into Sammy's lap, wrap her arms around him, and never let go. His smoldering gaze, voice, mannerisms, and everything else about him called out to her in a way that made her terribly, shamefully warm between her thighs. She wanted to be a good girl but realized Sammy identified her as a bad girl, and bad girls had bad things happen to them.

Head down, sweetheart. Raise that ass. Spread your legs. That's not sufficient enough. Wider. Do you want me to snatch the cane? Wider, dammit. Let Daddy get a long look at you before you take your spanking.

Every nerve in her body sparked with awareness.

"I ... I ..." Agitated, Lindsay wrung her hands out. "I ... gave Becky a lap dance right here, in this chair, and we ... we ... later moved to the bed." Why am I so frightened? Was it because she already knew what Sammy would do to her? They had discussed BDSM and the concept of Daddy Dom/little girl play at length in their messages. I'm interested, sure, but I have no real experience with BDSM. Is he going to hurt me?

Do I really want him to ... break me?

"Becky and I kissed and made out for a long time, talked, and took turns eating each other out. Near the end, we ... we scissored each other for a few minutes ... and had orgasms two minutes before our time was up." Dear God, I so want Sammy to fuck me.

Beneath his bathrobe, Sammy's dick was straining so hard that it was painful. Still, he had to control himself. Pace himself, keep his composure. There was no way he'd last twenty-four hours if he ceded to his desires and blew his wad, all his energy, at once.

Though, he badly wanted to.

Sammy studied Lindsay. Silently. Assessed her. They were as different as two people could be. Lindsay had her whole life ahead of her while Sammy was a grandfather of seven and closing in on his much-deserved retirement. He had a granddaughter older than her, dammit. Sammy once asked Lindsay who her favorite musicians were, yet he hadn't heard of any of them. Likewise, she had no clue who Queen, Frank Sinatra, Christopher Cross, and The Police were. Not at her age.

Yet, none of that mattered. After he made the decision to drop everything and drive off to Flagstone following the latest X-rated dream he had overnight, Sammy had been imagining a life with Lindsay as a permanent fixture in it.

As his wife.

Things had gotten stale with Barbara and Sammy believed he should spend his final days happy and full of joy. It had taken him forever, but he realized that now. It hit him this morning - he'd like nothing more than to divorce Barbara and put a ring on Lindsay's finger.

And a baby in her tummy.

Those thoughts were such a drastic change from a day or two ago, but Sammy was convinced, and there was no turning back. He reevaluated his life from top to bottom during the long drive from Utah. There was no reason to put up with Barbara's bullshit and apathy any longer. She was pulling him down and causing him to feel bitter too.

In the end, there was only one solution.

Sammy wanted to whisk Lindsay away from the brothel, the industry itself - forever - and fly off to some tropical location and spend an entire month there. Why not a year? Hawaii, Anguilla, The Maldives, anyplace where he could see her in a bikini all day and fuck the holy hell out of her all night.

Sammy would gauge Lindsay's interest over the coming weeks and months about something long-term, something permanent. If they were on the same page, he'd start the divorce process and go from there.

But Sammy couldn't rush in full-bore. He needed to be smart about this. Smarter than he had ever been about anything. Sure, his kids would be upset, and the grandchildren confused, too, but he was ready for it. A small price to pay if Lindsay would make a commitment. Barbara would receive a massive chunk of change in a settlement, of course, and the kids would get their share of the inheritance, too, but he would leave whatever was left to Lindsay.

She'd be set up for life.

And Sammy would be okay if that was her primary motivation for agreeing to the commitment. A marriage, hopefully. Why have Lindsay on the side when he could have her in his life and on her knees, ready to serve full-time? The arrangement, to him, made perfect sense.

Aside from offering cash or gift cards, there was one surefire way straight to a whore's heart.

"I have some presents for you." Having purchased them at a little clothing store across town while Lindsay was with Becky, Sammy reached into a backpack and pulled out a gold-colored shopping bag.

It was time to set his grand plan into motion.

"Presents? For me?" Just like that, Lindsay's mood changed. She had a sweet, curious smile, licked her lips, and turned to the side while eyeing the bag. "What's in there? I want to know." Her face sparkled.

Sammy pulled out the top layer of crinkly gift paper, retrieved a lacey, floral-print bra and a matching G-string, and presented them to her. "Give me a fashion show? I want you to have these too. Keep them."

"Oh my gosh. Yes, thank you. And I'll be happy to give you a fashion show. It'll be my pleasure. This is so nice. It's pretty. Thank you again." Lindsay glanced at the lingerie set for several seconds, her eyes beaming, took a seat in the recliner, and began removing Pamela's high heels. "Sooooo, how long have you been the CEO of the company you work for to be able to come here and spend so much money on me if I may ask?"

"Four years." Sammy leaned back and steepled his fingers together in front of him. "Was an upper executive for twenty-four years, held various management positions for seven, and been with the company for thirty-nine overall. Gradiph has been good to me and my family." He had four more years to go, too, before taking an early retirement at sixty-two. With any luck, Lindsay would travel the world with him.

"Thirty-nine years? That's more than twice as long as I've been alive." Lindsay swept her hair back over her shoulder with one hand, stood up, and fiddled with the black panties. She stepped into the garment and pulled it up and into place along her hips.

"You and that sexy, little body of yours will make more money one day than I could ever dream of."

Lindsay broke out into a melodious, joyful laugh. A sweet laugh that personified her to a T. "I don't know about that." I'm not a supermodel! She slipped the bra around her torso and hooked it at her stomach. "Is black your favorite color?"

"Hmmmmm, hard to say." Sammy's voice was deep, assertive, and intimidating. "I don't believe in favorite colors, per se."

"Okay." Lindsay pulled the bra upward and covered her breasts with it.

"I think certain colors go on certain things."

"I agree. Depends on the mood too." The bra was in its proper position with the straps around her shoulders.

"Correct." Sammy's wet his lips and his eyes flashed. "Wow, nice. Let me see your ass." Lindsay turned, giggled as she flaunted her backside, and faced him again. "It looks like the fit is right on point."

"Yeah, I like it." She cupped her breasts. "The lace is nice and push-up bras are always a plus!"

"I like to look at you in it."

"Yeah? Anything ..." She turned and sauntered over to the small coffee table. "... you'd like me to do?"

"Hmmmmm." He tilted his head and grinned. "Can you do splits?"

"Splits?"

"Yeah, like a cheerleader."

"Umm, yeah. I mean, I haven't done any cheerleading since the winter, but I should be able to." Lindsay gave a single-shouldered shrug. "I can at least try." She traipsed to the center of the room and took a quick, shallow breath.

"I don't want you to hurt yourself." Lindsay giggled as he said, "I won't be held responsible if you do." She easily assumed the position and did a full-on straddle split upon the floor. "Oh, wow. Impressive." This meant she was flexible, so Sammy could bend and contort her into all sorts of unique positions.

"I was worried if I could still do that." Still giggling, Lindsay hopped up and returned to her feet.

"Well, I'm glad you did." Sammy sifted through the gift bag and retrieved a one-piece lace teddy and offered it to her. "Why don't you strip for me, slowly, and try this on?" She nodded and slipped out of her bra. "I love your voice. It's very soft and sexy, gentle."

"I like for things to be calm. I've always been a problem solver." Soon, the panties were gone as well. "Raising your voice in anger never solves anything. I've always been a firm believer in that."

"So true." Sammy's eyes were laser-focused as he gave her the teddy and she began to change into it. "What's your favorite color, honey?"

"Pink."

The same as her pussy. "Why?"

"I don't know. I think it's a girly color and I like to think I'm pretty girly." Again, an adorable laugh. "I like this teddy. It's so cute. Red is a lit color too."

"You're a lot more relaxed and at ease than you were nine days ago."

"It was my first night on the job and I was so naïve. I was like a deer caught in the headlights."

"I don't believe that."

She chuckled and modeled the outfit. "I was! I was also told you prefer the new girls and that is why you wanted to be with me."

"Really?" He didn't prefer anyone more than Lindsay. "That's the reputation I have and I'm not afraid to admit it." Truth be told, if Sammy came across an eighteen- or nineteen-year-old working girl, he'd fuck her. Never did he give them any consideration - he'd just do it. Most were still vulnerable and raw, and it was good to get in early. "But I enjoy older ladies, too, such as Mariko. I don't discriminate. Known her for seventeen years and counting."

"You like all the girls." Smiling, Lindsay took a seat on the coffee table and crossed her legs.

"Why don't you pose for me?"

She inclined her head. "Wanna see my butt first?"

"I want to see what you want to show me."

"Okay." Lindsay slid from the table, turned, and dropped down to all fours to again flash her ass.

He didn't say anything in response this time, so Lindsay reached back with one hand and fondled her backside and jiggled it about. "I'm a pro at twerking." She got into a seated position, spun to face him, and fiddled with the lace between her thighs. A glimpse of her pussy followed, but she was quick to hide it.

"Maybe I shouldn't take her out yet. She's always looking to bust out and be free."

Sammy exhaled a harsh breath and Lindsay snickered. She peeled the lace away from her breasts and flashed them too. "I can tell you're dominant."

"Depends on my mood."

"Okay! Makes sense, I guess."

"Yeah?"

She nodded.

"You want to be told what to do tonight and tomorrow? You want a guiding hand? A firm hand?" As Sammy kept talking, she nodded in long, contemplative lines. "I think you need to be told what to do. You're a newbie in this industry and you still don't have a damn clue what's going on. So, I'll take the reins. Does that make you feel more secure?"

"Yeah." Lindsay gave a red-faced grin. "Makes me feel a lot better, actually." She wanted Sammy to seize control so she could please him properly. If you have to punish me - hurt me - then do it. She blew out a breath. By Saturday morning, Lindsay feared she would be a patient at William Morris Stewart Medical Center in Valley City because of Sammy. Maybe on life support!

"You're sweating, darlin'."

"I'm a little nervous."

"You have nothing to be nervous about."

"I know." I love you, Sammy, and want you to use me. "You're a nice guy."

"Sometimes I am."

"I hope you are."

"Think my dick is hard yet?"

Lindsay's eyes radiated with curiosity. "Is it hard yet? Are you asking me?"

"I'm asking what you think."

"Umm, I hope it is."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"Do your clients usually get hard for you quick?"

"Umm, I don't know. I'm still a turnout, remember?"

"You've fucked your fair share of clients already."

"I have."

"Were their dicks hard or did you have to make them hard?"

"Usually, they come out hard."

"Yeah? Doesn't surprise me. Something about you makes all the dicks hard. What do you think that is?"

"Umm, maybe how innocent I am? But in reality, I'm ... not ... at the same time? Guys get off on that."

"You're a sweet girl." Sammy would bet his entire fortune Lindsay was the "class slut" in high school and every guy, including the teachers, busted their nuts at night fantasizing about her. Hell, he busted his own nuts fantasizing about her. "Would you like to suck my dick?"

Her voice a sudden, forced whisper, she said, "I'd love to suck your dick."

Sammy grinned. "You'd love to suck my dick?"

"Yeah."

"Kayleigh, babygirl, I want you between my legs sucking my dick." Sammy loosened his bathrobe and again settled on the edge of the bed. "Park your little ass on the floor. Come on, no hesitation. Do as I tell you. Otherwise, you'll go over my knee for a spanking instead. And then you'll suck my dick anyway."

"Yes sir."

Sammy hummed as Lindsay settled between his widespread legs. Her expression was full of wanton delight as she searched for his dick and found it.

"You're so fucking hot."

"Oh my gosh," Lindsay erupted, her eyes blinking. Look at the size of that thing! Her voice turned serious. "How is your wife not interested in having sex with you anymore? Good God, your dick is gorgeous."

"Uhh ..." Tongue-twisted, Sammy gulped his throat.

Lindsay was already giving him a handjob. "I'd suck on this thing day and night if I was her. There would be times you couldn't pry my lips away from it." She retrieved a condom from the nearby supply box. Hunger took over as she put it on the end of his dick, opened her mouth, and rolled the sleeve into place with her lips as he slid over her tongue and into her mouth.

For a beat, Sammy hid his face because he was full of mad rage. Damn the law! He hated having to wear a condom during oral sex and saw no point in it. If it was legal to go down on a prostitute without a dental dam, why couldn't they suck him bareback too?

"I want your mouth." Sammy regained control of his emotions yet still had wildfire surging throughout his body. "Show Daddy what you've been doing, babygirl, since he has been away on business for over a week. You've been sucking all this dick behind Daddy's back. Oh my God."

Heat sizzled as Lindsay slicked her tongue along the length of his erection. Bent over and now on her knees, she had a firm grip as her mouth descended and swallowed half its girth. Lindsay's head bobbed up and down as Sammy's fingers fluttered against her shoulder.

"Yes, babygirl. Go, go, go, go. Good girl. Fuck, that feels so fucking good."

Lindsay pulled back with a smile, but kept her fingers wound tight around his cock. "Does your wife ever get down on her knees like this for you?"

"She ... not anymore."

Maybe you need a new wife?

Without hesitation, Lindsay engulfed him again and leapt into action without the benefit of her hands. Growls emanated from deep within her throat as Sammy gathered his composure.

"Put that fucking dick right on your tongue. Oh, yeah. Oh, yeah. Feels good. Aww, there you go, there you go. That's a good girl. A good fuckin' girl." It never took Sammy long to slide into his dominant, take-charge mindset, especially when a young, irresistible doll such as Lindsay was servicing him. It was as easy as flipping a switch. "Grab my cock! Suck it, yeah. Suck it." Sammy leaned over and smacked the side of her hip with an open palm. "Yeah, take it! Keep taking it! Oh, we're just gettin' started. I'm gonna wear you out, babygirl."