You haven't seen beauty until you've seen my daughter riding along Country Route 18 in July. We own the land on the whole stretch of road between Wendell's farm and the Amish community up north. All you ever see on that road are haywagons and buggies. And my daughter, Katherine. I swear the only reason anyone else rides that road instead of the wider route to the south is for the hope of seeing her go by on that stallion...

Karissa never thought that it would be their boss, Steven Tabb, who would get her back into Amy's pants. It had been her desire for months--ever since her first time doing the real work, that first time with her and Maxwell--to be with her again and Tabb had been nothing but an obstacle. He had forced their business deeper into secrecy, limited their schedules and quieted the sex that had been earning Karissa bigger cars...

As soon as I had Tabb alone in a room, his disposition changed. His protests stopped and his hands found their way to my waist. "This is wrong," he said, even as he helped me shrug off my robe. "Where is this coming from?" Now he could really see my breasts. My nipples were hard in the cold room. I put my lips on his to stifle his questions. I slipped a hand between the buttons on his shirt and pulled. his shirt popped ap...

My eyes cracked with the grime of sleep. I reached over to shut off the alarm and instead touched the breathing mass asleep next to me. I was on the wrong side of the bed and Maxwell was asleep beside me. He reached out a hairy arm and turned off the siren that had woken us. "Morning, sweetie," he said, blinking. "Hey," I said. He threw a leg over me and edged closer. I could feel his morning wood pressing into my side. I...

I found Chloe's tinder profile: "I only want guys who will do my fantasy," it said. We matched and I asked her about it, though I already had a pretty good idea. "I want to watch you fuck another guy and then later we can all fuck each other," she said. I'd never even kissed another man before, but I've always thought about what it would feel like to have a dick in my mouth. So I told her, yeah, I'm into it. I told her I'...

Business was back. Our manager was happy. He hid all day in his office, and Karissa and I were getting all my old clients back. New ones too. The more money we made, the less we saw of Tabb, the more money we made. Karissa took to this faster than I would have expected and I was proud of her. She had taken over exclusively for three of my clients and some of the others have begun to book appointments with her regularly. S...

Karissa felt like she was living two lives: one at work and the other at home with her boyfriend. The first time it happened, she promised herself that it would be her last. But then Amy had given her the cash. It was as much as she got paid in a week and all she had to do was fuck. It's just a job, Amy had said. It doesn't matter. But it did matter. She could have sex at work and she could tell herself that she needed th...

I hadn't had sex in two weeks. Not since the parlor reopened. Not since I had Maxwell in my apartment. Now my massages were short and reasonable. I was working with two other girls and one man, a gay man, and with a manager. A manager. That hadn't been in the contract or, at least, I didn't think it was. His name was Steven Tabb and he was the go-between for me and the man who had franchised my business. He kept the sched...

The first thing Mr. Hardy did after he bought me out was close down my parlor for the "re-branding" process. For three months. I told him I'd lose my clients. I told him I'd lose everything. Three months? Suddenly, the seventeen thousand didn't seem so valuable. After about a week, Maxwell called me at my home number. "How did you get this number?" I asked him. I was curled up in my recliner by the TV, wearing my fuzziest...

I was her first, my lion-headed girl. In the movies when we were young her skin was forever flesh and   her hair a summer gold before we went away. But we stayed in the dark, untouched, and we parted, unspeaking.   The second, in college, in the spring  at home again in that same theater and my lips to her neck, we left   before the credits rolled up and into my car where I took down her shirt by the button and   planted...

My sister, Victoria, has always been the star of the family. Top of her class since the day she was born. The President of half the clubs at our high school, founding member of the other half. Come graduation, the administration had to ask her to step down as class President so that someone else would have a chance to give a speech. She agreed with all the grace and charm that was expected of her and, a year older than me...

"Ten thousand dollars." "I told you: my parlor is not for sale." "I don't want to buy your parlor," the thin man said. "I want to franchise your parlor." "And own it. And staff it. And run it. No?" "Well, yes. To open new branches of--what do you call it? Courtesan something?--I'll need control of the business." "So you want to buy it." "Listen, Amy," he said, sitting down on the massage bed and crossing his legs, careful...

Word gets around in my profession. It's what my business model is based on. It's what all massage parlor's base their business on. The fact that I fuck five out of every ten men who come into my shop has changed what I do, changed who comes in. The news that I offer a special package to some of my customers has attracted more business than I have ever seen and scared away some of my old regulars. I'm a good masseuse. I am...

Every time it happened, I was ashamed. I thought that he would be the first and the last of my unprofessional encounters but it seemed that more and more attractive and lonely men found their way into my studio and I was somehow always ready. I fucked two in the first week after Maxwell. One was built like a Greek god, his abs showed through his shirt. I knew what to do with him the moment he walked in. I didn't even char...

A plethora of internet porn has led an entire generation of men to believe that every paid massage ends in sex or at least, a good handy. It's a fact that I have to contend with daily. The entire town passes by my parlor every day; they all know I'm here; they all think they know what goes on behind my curtain. Parades of men, some young, some old, come into my shop every day. There is rarely a ring on their finger, thoug...