“I work between forty-eight and sixty hours a week back home in Rhode Island and make sixteen dollars and fifty-five cents an hour. That's it. I'll tell you, I've been tempted many times. I could go across town to this dive called Kittens Cabaret and earn more money there dancing on a pole in one night than I make all week at the grocery store.”

“Oh, believe me, I know the feeling.” Fresh from the booking office, Lindsay focused on Becky Watson with luminescent eyes as the two ladies settled onto side-by-side bar stools. She swung her knees toward her latest customer and was decked out in a form-fitting, dark blue minidress that plunged all the way to her navel. She’d left her hair loose but added a pink ribbon to keep the strands free from her face.

“Back in California where I grew up, I was slinging corn dogs for a measly ten bucks an hour. I mean, I had to get away from that. I just had to.” Amid a backdrop of lazy wall fans, eighties rock music, and the dim glow of the parlor, Lindsay formed clenched fists at her sides. “I hated that job, but it was all I could find in that Godforsaken town until I decided to relocate to Flagstone and start working here.”

Becky reached for Lindsay’s wrist with a gentle squeeze. “For some strange, odd reason, I was under the impression you were a stripper before working at the brothel.” She inclined her head. “Nick was too.”

“A stripper?” Lindsay stifled a giggle and covered her mouth. “No, not me.” As was becoming the norm, all Lindsay’s thoughts and everyday stresses had vanished from her brain, replaced by the single-minded focus of doing whatever it took to please the customer who’d just purchased a GFE party from her. Lindsay inhaled deeply and salivated at the knowledge that next client happened to be another woman. Even better, it was Becky. “I showed up here cold turkey ten days ago and started working with zero experience in the sex industry. It's been a whirlwind so far.” Lindsay tried to center her emotions. “And far better – and more fun – than I ever imagined possible.”

This past Monday, Lindsay had a foursome party with Becky, Nick, and Kenzie. Becky and Nick had such a splendid time that they e-mailed Lindsay and Kenzie last evening and said they'd return today for more.

This time around, they opted to split into separate pairs as Kenzie would entertain Nick in her bedroom while Lindsay tended to Becky in hers. The married couple preferred doing everything together, but the cost for a two-hour foursome party was too expensive with its specialty multipliers ($5,000), especially after what they paid Monday evening ($3,800) for ninety minutes. Two one-on-one two-hour parties were far more affordable ($2,400 total) and, although it would stretch their bank account thin, it wouldn't break it.

Lindsay was ecstatic Becky picked her instead of Kenzie to party with. She had no problems with Nick, but with all the cock Lindsay had taken in the past week-and-a-half, allowing mongers to lose themselves in their pleasures, changing things up and having a soft, romantic two-hour party with Becky was much more appealing.

Besides, there was no chance Nick would've chosen Lindsay for his one-on-one party anyway. Kenzie was his all-time favorite and the lone reason he'd make this near cross-country trip three or four times every year. If it wasn’t for Kenzie, Nick would never come here again.

“You're really good at it. This brothel thing, I mean.” Becky touched her own lips, which tingled at the thought of kissing Lindsay more intimately this time, longer, deeper. “The other night with you and Kenzie was amazing. Nick and I had to come back and see you two again.” Forget Kenzie. I haven't been able to stop thinking about you since, Kayleigh. I’ve never been as attracted to anyone as I am you. Becky stared at Lindsay’s face, her body, with an unflinching appraisal. God, she burned to make love to this girl again. So innocently pretty, such a good, well-mannered thing, yet so responsive to anything sensual. “We'll be flying back to Warwick in the morning.”

“Warwick? That's in Rhode Island, isn't it?” Lindsay crinkled her nose as a charming ignorance flashed across her features. “Geography was never my strong suit.”

“South of Providence, which is the state capital.” Heat titillated Becky’s every nerve as she again studied Lindsay’s face. Somehow, she appeared even more gorgeous than she had on Monday. How was that possible? Perhaps familiarity truly does breed a greater appreciation. “We live near Warwick. We grew up there.”

“You know, I'll admit it: I almost took a job at a strip club in Bakersfield instead of here.” Lindsay hated being dishonest, especially to Becky, but treated the advice Pamela gave her like gospel. Never tell a client (unless it was Sammy – Lindsay made an exception for him) that she was from Palm Springs or even Southern California itself. Instead, pick a place in Northern California or another state. That included the location of the gentleman’s club (in San Diego) she considered applying at. “I thought I’d have more fun at a brothel than a strip joint. It’s safer too. Things are more controlled here.”

And people give Lindsay money to fuck them … legally. She couldn’t think of a better job.

Becky nudged closer and inhaled Lindsay’s sweet scent, letting the essence overtake her senses. This girl would be the perfect remedy for a rocky past few days with her husband back at the hotel. “But you’d make a great stripper! I. Don’t. Care. I’d go right into a strip club if you were working and start tipping immediately. And buying lap dances too. I wouldn’t care who saw me.”

Lindsay stroked a thumb along the column of Becky’s long, swan-like neck, needing to touch her, wanting to be as close as possible. At the end of the day, this may have been a payday, but Lindsay enjoyed her prior experience with Becky and compared their chemistry to that which she shared with Pamela. “I'll give you a lap dance during our party when it starts in a bit. Sound good?”

Becky's eyes ballooned. “Really?”

“Yeah, striptease and all.” Lindsay ran her forefinger in circles along Becky's hip, thrilled at the way her throat tensed in response. “I'd love to make you happy.”

Becky stared at that finger and reveled in the caresses which threatened to overwhelm her. “You're such a fun girl to be around, honey. So open-minded and eager to please.” Perfect in every regard. Her gaze lifted and she smiled once more. “I can't believe how irresistible you are.” Becky maintained eye contact and swiped at her upper lip with her tongue, imagining it was Lindsay’s pussy instead. Soon, it will be.

At the other end of the bar, Jim kept a close ear on the conversation between the two ladies. Watching them interact was fun, especially since they were both women. The air around them was sizzling and it wasn’t an act on Lindsay's part. She was totally authentic in the way she spoke to her clients.

Jim figured that once all the “newness” wore off and Lindsay gained more experience as a working lady, the unbridled zest she was becoming so famous for would fade. The best-case scenario long-term would be to maintain the same level of compassion Pamela had for her own clients. But Pamela was special, truly one of a kind, so Jim didn’t see that happening.

Jim was serving drinks to the trio of Sulaco County firefighters who'd stop by every Wednesday or Thursday afternoon for an hour or two. Trevor, Justin, and Ryan usually didn't purchase any parties, save for once in a blue moon, but they were longtime regulars and enjoyed watching sports and shooting the shit with Jim and/or Colt, whichever was handling the bar that particular day.

And, of course, window shopping too.

It was rare for a female customer as attractive as Becky Watson to stroll into the ranch. The firefighters took notice of the thirty-five-year-old in her salacious, curve-hugging evening dress, its color black, that went down to mid-thigh. It highlighted those smooth legs and sexy ass while the snug fit of its upper half put Becky's large, augmented breasts on display. Along with her pretty face and peaches and cream complexion, she was accustomed to being the center of attention wherever she went.

Becky sensed their lustful eyes staring literal holes right through her. She liked it, though, and got a thrill out of teasing them, such as when she curled her fingers around the hem of her treacherously short skirt, shot them a sultry glance, and tugged downward.

Lindsay’s smile was soft at the visual, a finger in her mouth, gently biting it.

“The woman is married, bud, and her husband is down the hall taking a shower. Not a tree you want to go climbing up, trust me.” Jim spoke in a whisper to Trevor when it appeared he was about to get up and introduce himself to Becky. “She's with one of our employees and they'll be having a party soon. Please, don't disturb them.” It was against house policy for any male customer to talk to a female customer (and vice versa) and, if they did, Jim would ask said individual to leave. If they refused, he’d alert the sheriff’s station and let them handle the situation.

“Yeah, yeah. All right.”

An added bonus, of course, was the sweetness that was Lindsay Anastacio. The guys were spellbound as Lindsay, who’d gone full-on slut with spiked heels and a dress that would get her arrested if Sherriff Spaeth ever caught her looking this way in public, was all over Becky. They'd been giggling and mighty handsy since the firefighters came in from their latest twenty-four-hour shift ten minutes ago.

“I fucking love lesbians. Ain't nothin' better than watching two hot chicks get it on,” Justin mumbled to Ryan, his eyes glazed over as he imagined Lindsay and Becky tribbing on the bed and glistening with sweat, toys strewn all around them, and screaming out in mutual orgasms.

“I'd like to be a fly on the wall,” Ryan said. “The older blonde – the wife – must not be getting enough from her husband at home.” He tugged at his collar. “What a damn shame. If I had a wife who looked like that, I wouldn't let her out of my sight. I'd be all up in her day and night. And she sure as hell wouldn't be sniffing up some skank’s skirt in a brothel if I had anything to say about it.”

Becky sat up straight and arched her back, wanting to antagonize the guys further, jutting her breasts out upon the sequined fabric, and crossing her legs. Her miniskirt again inched higher, drawing the attention of Trevor, Justin, and Ryan (and even Jim, too), creating a massive temperature spike, and threatening to cause a four-alarm fire.

Looking their way, she placed her hand on Lindsay’s ass and offered a possessive squeeze.

“Holy shit, will you look at that? I wonder how long they'll be?” Justin said. “I wouldn't mind dropping five hundred bucks on the little blonde afterward … the young one. She must be new.”

“She is,” Jim chimed in. “Name is Kayleigh. Just started working here last week.”

“Eighteen? Looks eighteen.”

Jim nodded.

Ryan laughed but kept his voice low so the ladies wouldn't hear him. “Your wife would fucking kill you, dude. She already locked your balls away for six months the last time you hooked up with a chick here.”

Trevor joined the playful teasing. “Yeah, he’s right, Justin. Leave the whoremongering to me and Ryan. We don't have wives to answer to.”

Justin scoffed. “Fuck you guys.”

“Becky?” Wearing a minidress that made her look like a beauty queen in her own right, Kenzie emerged from the curtain on the bar's right side. Small in stature but not in sex appeal, dark hair tumbled over Kenzie’s shoulders in healthy, vibrant waves, and she had a bubbly, forthcoming smile. “Becky, hey. Nick is finished with his shower and we're ready to start.”

Becky swirled back toward Lindsay with the northern lights dancing in her eyes. “There's our cue.” She snatched Lindsay's hand and hauled her off the bar stool. “Let's go.”

The first responders experienced a mixture of fascination and jealousy as Lindsay and Becky shuffled past them, their high heels clanking, and slipped behind the curtain with Kenzie.

“Kayleigh, huh?” Justin said seconds later as he eyed the old, tattered fabric, his cock hard in his jeans. “I wanna bang the ever-loving shit out of that gal.”

Trevor chuckled. “I'll take the older one. I think she needs to get a job here. Jim, you should see about hiring her. I’d pay double the rate just to nail her one time.”

“The MILF is fine as fuck,” Ryan agreed. “But I'd be happiest taking both of them on.”

Trevor groaned and nodded. “At the same time. …”

*

The ladies met up with Nick, fresh and chipper in his complimentary bathrobe, outside the trucker's shower. Desire darkened Lindsay’s eyes as she noticed the bathrobe was slightly open in front, the head of Nick’s cock peeking out. She recalled him fucking her face with it three days ago, the brutal, rhythmic pumping of forced male pleasure, as Kenzie performed cunnilingus on Becky a mere ten feet away and brought her to climax. I went to bed that night with the worst sore throat ever because of you.

Becky scurried to her husband for a long, drawn-out embrace and kiss.

“You have fun with Kayleigh, now, you hear?” Nick said. “I'll be thinking of you.”

Becky giggled and motioned toward Kenzie. “No, you won't. Don’t lie. You'll be thinking of her.” She hugged him again and found his dick with her right hand. “You have fun too. We'll have lots of stories to share as we drive back to Vegas later tonight, won’t we?”

Nick’s jaw clenched. “Yeah, I suppose we will.”

Becky’s eyes flashed once more. “And you're fucking me again, too, once we get to the hotel.”

“Oooooh, can I join?” Lindsay asked without preamble. “Take me with you!”

“The timer starts counting down from one hundred and twenty minutes once any of you enters one of the bedrooms.” Everyone turned and glanced at Jim as he stood in front of the curtain and held a stopwatch above his head. Negotiations and all the particulars, including payment, had been taken care of before Nick was asked to hop in the shower a short time ago.

Jim suppressed a growl. I'm not going to eavesdrop on Cierra's party. He would listen to Lindsay’s party instead. I don't want to subject myself to hearing Cierra get fucked for the next two hours again.

Besides, Jim trusted Nick, which was another reason he didn’t want to monitor their party. He's a regular, recurring monger, and there's no way he'd harm Cierra. He’s in love with her just like I am and she’s safe with him.

“Have fun, babe,” Becky said to Nick one more time before latching onto Lindsay's hand and allowing her to lead the way into the bedroom.

Once inside, they closed the door. Another thump was heard down the hall, signifying Nick had joined up with Kenzie in her room too.

And thus, the clock was ticking.

*

“Thank you for not making me take a shower.” It was the calm before the storm as Becky followed Lindsay to the bed and they sat down. “I spent a lot of time prettying myself up for you back at the hotel.”

“I can tell.” Lindsay fondled the outline of Becky's left breast underneath the veil of her evening dress. “I have to say it again – you look outstanding. The dress looks great on you, and besides, you smell fantastic. I love your perfume. There was no need for you to take a shower. You're fine as is.”

“Thank you again. I love my perfume too. Been using it for years. It’s really nice. The bottle is so pretty and it gives me a pretty little sparkle every time I use it.”

There was no point in wasting any time, either – especially in a brothel – so Becky placed her hands on Lindsay's hips and ran them up the sides of her dress and eventually to her jaw. “You're so precious. Like a little, porcelain doll.” Becky slipped a hand behind Lindsay's head and reeled her in for a slow, exploratory kiss and, just like that, was bowled over by a freight train of need. The same thing happened here on Monday night too.

“You taste like cantaloupe,” Becky said between kisses. “I wasn’t expecting that.”

“I was snacking on some before you and Nick arrived,” Lindsay murmured. "I love cantaloupe."

"Hmmmmm, me too.”

Becky agreed to come to Happy Ending Ranch out of sheer curiosity. Why does Nick keep harping on and on about Kenzie and how he enjoys being with her? This had been going on for three years and counting. I don't know, but hey, at least he's been honest about it since day one, so I've never had anything to complain about. He could have been fucking Kenzie behind her back, but Becky gave him the go-ahead to get his rocks off in places like this years ago. I don’t mind. It helped keep things fresh and lessened the chances of him cheating on her in the “real world.”

Becky intensified the kiss and, full of greed, claimed Lindsay’s mouth, lapping up the sweet, sexy sounds emanating from her lungs. She moved both hands to Lindsay’s hair, stroking admiringly, as blood surged through her veins. The kiss was unrestrained, passionate, utterly intoxicating. For a split second, Becky forgot they were escort and client, but simply two women who were crazed for each other and yearned to be together forever.

Becky loved Nick and hadn't been with anyone else during their seventeen years of marriage until the foursome party seventy-two hours ago. Having played with other girls during her high school years, she expected to rekindle a few pangs of infatuation for the opposite sex with Kenzie. But Lindsay, the unexpected treat? I didn’t anticipate this. Becky hadn't harbored feelings for any female since being intimate with her best friend back in the day, Sara Bickers. Yet being with Sara was nothing like this. Lindsay was causing Becky to reevaluate things. Her heart raced with the enormity of the thought.

“Don’t stop,” Lindsay pleaded.

The hell with being nice and wanting to build to a crescendo (especially at this cost). Becky took Lindsay’s hand and pulled her from the bed, causing her to stumble in the come-fuck-me pumps. She gathered Lindsay close and backed her against the wall, again kissing her fast and furious, similar to how she wanted to fuck her. Lindsay wound a leg around Becky’s hip and rocked her pelvis against hers. Becky didn’t taste. She devoured, driving her tongue deep. Far. Lindsay moaned.

“You’ll do anything I want, right? Anything I say?”

“Mmm-hmm,” came Lindsay’s muffled response.

Becky ended their kiss and stared deep into Lindsay's eyes. “How about you give me that lap dance you were talking about earlier? First off, I'd like a striptease. Then, we can talk about other ways you can please me.”

Lindsay couldn't contain either her smile or her trepidation. She’d never given a striptease or lap dance before. But Pamela did offer a few lessons last week during orientation. Both she and Jim advised her some customers would request lap dances before or during parties. And Lindsay did volunteer one for Becky a few minutes ago. “Okay.”

“You seem shy, honey.” Becky was chuckling as she moved from the bed to the nearby recliner and made sure it was in its locked, upright position. “Are you okay?”

“I'm still new to this whole brothel thing. That's all. Still adjusting.” Lindsay took a steadying breath and found herself blushing crimson as she inched closer. “I've never danced for anyone before.”

“As long as you put forth a good effort and do your best to satisfy me, everything will be fine. I'm not picky. You’re a good girl, a nice girl, but also an expensive girl. A very expensive girl and I expect my money’s worth.” Her voice turned authoritative. “Now start stripping.”

Lindsay moved to the center of the bedroom on wobbly legs and thumbed the shoulder straps of her blue minidress. She slid one down slowly, followed by the other, revealing a lacey black bra which seemed way too naughty for a soft-spoken, downhome girl one month removed from high school graduation. Lindsay palmed her breasts and turned away from Becky and offered a sexy shake of the ass, the rest of her body gently bumping to an unheard beat.

Becky relaxed back into the chair, mesmerized.

This may be my first time to Happy Ending Ranch or any brothel at all, but I now understand why Nick is so addicted to this place. Whenever he decided to travel here to visit Kenzie in the future, Becky would be right beside him, provided Lindsay was still an employee and available to book. Never thought I’d have or even want a so-called professional girlfriend, but here I am, and I’m loving it.

I'm officially back to being bisexual, just like I was in my younger days.

“Oh, yeah, honey. Yeah, yeah. Take that dress off. Oh, yes.” Becky licked her lips as Lindsay continued the jittery striptease routine, the lone items remaining being her bra and matching G-string, and the pair of three-inch stiletto heels. She clutched her ass and twerked it precariously close to her client’s appreciative face.

“Spank it.” When Lindsay obliged with a single-handed slap, Becky said, “Good girl. You do what I tell you and I may leave you a generous tip.”

“I’d like that.” Lindsay plucked at her fingers. “I’d like that a lot. I need all the money I can get so I can buy a car.” Finding some resolve, she turned frontside and began to peel her bra downward. Joy was plastered across her face and it was clear the shameless exhibitionist was coming to the surface. “How am I doing so far?”

“Good. Really good. Don’t stop. I didn’t tell you to stop. Keep going.”

“Yes, ma'am.” Once rigid nipples came into view, Lindsay again turned her back and took time undoing the hooks of her bra. It was a push-up that gave an amazing lift to her humble, demure breasts, and Jim helped her pick it out during the shopping spree in Oakfall. When the bra was loose, she flung the lacey garment toward Becky and came close to hitting her in the face.

“You have such a luscious body, sweetie.” She took a moment to admire the sight of Lindsay in her G-string and the way those raunchy pumps accentuated her already immaculate legs. I wanna suck on those calves all day long. An even better idea popped into her mind. Those toes too.

Lindsay faced Becky again and continued with the dance for the next sixty seconds, fidgeting with her G-string's high side straps, peeling it down, back up, down again, and offering furtive glimpses of what lay beneath.

“I bet you were a little cocktease in high school, yes?”

Lindsay blushed once more as she palmed her bare breasts and gyrated her hips.

“Come.” Becky soon clapped her hands together loudly. “Come sit on my lap.” She peeled the scrunchie from her ponytail, put it in her mouth, and used both hands to shake her head and loosen her hair. It was a subtle, innocent move, but Lindsay found it beguiling, hypnotic.

“Time for you to give me a lap dance, honey.” Becky reclined the chair back at a forty-five-degree angle, slumped down as far as she could, and spread her thighs wide, revealing similar black panties underneath her own dress. “I gotta feel your body against mine.” And soon, that pretty, little mouth between my legs.

Once the distance between them was closed, Lindsay improvised, stepping between Becky's thighs and placing both hands along either side of her face. She thrust her ass outward on instinct as Becky reached up and slid her fingertips along that smooth abdomen. She gave those breasts a firm squeeze and twirled a finger about. “C'mon, baby. Turn around. I want your ass in my lap. I'm paying good money and you're going to do as I say.”

“Yes, ma'am.” Now it was time for the submissive in Lindsay to make its presence known. She turned and jammed her backside into Becky's lap, without hesitation, and began with a spirited dance. Her pussy tingling, Lindsay again thought of how much she enjoyed this job and all the attention she received. She reached behind and latched onto the arms of the recliner for support.

Becky maintained direct, intense eye contact and her own hands were everywhere as she treated Lindsay like a squeeze toy. “You wouldn't be lying to me, would you? Saying you've never done this sort of thing before? You've never danced for anyone?”

A burst of giggles stirred her belly. “I don't know.”

“Oh my God. You know how to work that ass like a pro.”

Lindsay chortled again and ground herself upon Becky's lap harder.

“Your ass is great.” I'd like to put it on a platter and have it for dinner. “So sexy. So incredibly sexy.” She trailed a fingertip up and down the length of Lindsay's spine. “Looks like you're enjoying yourself, huh?”

“I am.” Lindsay leaned back against Becky's torso and glanced down as the corners of her lips quirked into a radiant smile. “I enjoy pleasing you. It makes me happy.” She shivered as Becky trailed long, sharp fingernails over her thighs. “You're one of my favorite clients so far.”

“You told me the other night you're attracted to women, other girls? Being with me right now isn't just a paycheck to you, is it?”

“Of course not.” Lindsay’s shoulders slumped. “I really enjoy being with you. I was attracted to girls long before I ever noticed my first guy. There was this girl …”

“Oh my God, baby. Don't slow down. Keep grinding your ass on me. It feels so good.”

Lindsay nodded and doubled her efforts. “This girl back home, her name is Evie. She's my best friend and I've had the biggest crush on her for years. But I don't think she's interested in me sexually. I wish she was.”

“She may very well change her tune if you gave her a lap dance like this!” Becky studied Lindsay with piercing eroticism. “Oh, wow. This is heavenly. If I owned a strip club, I'd put you on staff full-time. As it is, I may have to go to that club where I live and see if there’s any girls as cute as you. I doubt it, but it’s worth a shot, I guess.” She grabbed either side of Lindsay's hips and implored, “Come on. Turn around and let me see those titties. I wanna see them. I wanna suck them.”

Lindsay stood and obliged, then settled across Becky's lap and offered both breasts to her mouth. She tossed her head back and moaned as Becky soon latched onto a nipple and began feasting.

“Oh my God. You taste so good.”

“So, how am I doing with the lap dance so far?”

“You're doing great,” Becky reiterated with a playful grin. “I still think you've done this sort of thing before. I bet you danced at the club in Bakersfield.”

“No, not quite!”

“If you ever need a little extra money on the side, you should. You'd make a killing there.”

“I’d make more money here.” Before Becky had the opportunity to counter, Lindsay asked, “Are you wet?”

“I have been all day, honestly, thinking about seeing you again. I … you …” Drive me crazy. I love Nick, yes, but I'd divorce him in a heartbeat if it meant you and I could be together permanently.

… Good God, did I really just have that thought?

Becky vigorously shook her head to clear the cobwebs.

Yes. Yes, I did.

She allowed it to resonate for a moment.

You could work at the brothel, sweet Kayleigh, and I'd dance on a pole at the little nosedive bar down the street.

Those hot firefighters out front could stop by and I'd dance for them. I saw the way they were looking at me. At you too. Maybe meet them someplace afterward and take all three of their dicks at once. …

Bah, I'm not serious. A biting slice of reality ripped through her from head to toe. I'm getting swept away in the moment by little Miss Galaxy here. I don't even know her real name. No way it's Kayleigh, right? Becky reminded herself to be sensible. Nick is good to me and we have our kids back home to worry about too. I'll never leave him.

I don't want to leave him. …

Lindsay reached back and felt excess moisture as she slid a fingertip along Becky's panty-covered crotch.

“Oh, you are wet. Whoa.” Lindsay went up to her knees on the chair and glided her pink, velvety lips along Becky's earlobe, which seemed overly sensitive. Far more than Monday evening. She dabbed her tongue over it. “Did you go back to the hotel the other night and masturbate, thinking about me?”

Becky hitched a breath. “Oh yes. Yes, I did.” I used a vibrator Nick bought me here at the brothel and had my best orgasm in years fantasizing about you.

Remembering what pushed her proverbial buttons, Lindsay burrowed a pair of fingers underneath those panties and into Becky's slick, fleshy folds, causing her to moan. In response, she closed her eyes and was far more aroused than she had been at any point during her marriage with Nick.

“That's good, baby, because I came back here to my room and masturbated to the thought of you too.”

Those gentle words, spoken with sincerity, made Becky's desire spike higher. She enjoyed the sensations of this darling, sweet girl young enough to be her daughter as those fingers explored her clitoris.

“I'm being honest. I came three times remembering all the things you did to me. Sitting in your lap and your hands touching me, your tongue licking me. And I want you to know I find you very, very sexy. This is no joke; it isn't a cash-grab on my part.” Lindsay pulled back and gazed into those hazel eyes. “I think you're hot as hell. I wish you'd spend the night so we could wake up in each other's arms tomorrow morning and fuck some more. I haven’t had an overnight party yet, but I’d love for you to be my first.”

“Oh, jeeze.” Becky cradled Lindsay's face between her hands. “Oh, baby. Come here, come here.” She kissed her urgently and fumbled with the black G-string the teenager wore. Once it was down, Becky peeled the lace and cupped her breasts with both hands and again trailed her lips over and across stiff nipples. I'm so glad it was me who talked Nick into coming back here today, not the other way around. I can't get enough of this girl. I want her. I need her like nothing ever before. “So irresistible.” Becky's lips were across her lover's neck and she was mumbling.

Experiencing a surefire reaction of her own, Lindsay groaned and cupped Becky's own breasts with both hands. She was soaking wet too. Did being with women turn Lindsay on more than being with guys? She was starting to think so.

The two ladies shifted around, and soon enough, Becky was straddling Lindsay's lap and they were kissing again.

Lindsay undid the zipper of Becky’s dress in back, lowered the straps over her shoulders, and followed with her lips. She pulled back, trailed a fingertip along Becky's abdomen and the curve of her hip.

“I love your little titties, honey,” Becky said. “They’re so pretty.”

Lindsay pulled away and swiped at her lips with a lone finger. “Not as pretty as yours.”

“Oh, yours are much, much prettier,” Becky said, kissing her again. “In fact, I think I’d like to play with them. Lay back on the mattress so I can worship them.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Was there such a thing as a Mommy Domme? Sure, Lindsay knew all about Daddy Doms and looked forward to Sammy fulfilling that role for her when they met up in eleven days. But what about a Mommy Domme?

Dare she think it, but Lindsay enjoyed being with Becky just as much as she did Sammy. Yet, she could tell this was someone she didn’t want to make angry. Lindsay had the sense that Becky could be a domineering bitch when she wanted to be, and the thought of Becky taking control and imposing her will made Lindsay even more excited. She was already doing whatever she said, but Lindsay wished they’d take things further and do some kinky experimenting. …

*

In the adjacent bedroom, Nick swept a naked Kenzie into his arms and crossed over to the four-poster bed. Emotions flared as she nestled the side of her face against his chest. His thoughts more set in stone, Nick adored Kenzie and would abandon Becky if he believed there was any legitimate chance at a future with her.

This is my thirteenth trip to Flagstone and I'm already looking forward to the next one, hopefully without Becky. Although it was something he’d worked on for the past two years, Nick now realized that convincing Becky to visit Happy Ending Ranch alongside him was a huge mistake. She’s enamored with that ditzy, little slut-in down the hall, while she should be in here with me and Kenzie having a threesome.

Happiness danced in Kenzie’s eyes and Nick had to fight his instincts. He realized he couldn't tell her how he truly felt because it may ruin what they had together as provider and client. I can’t take that chance. It may end things altogether because he'd read too many accounts about how certain working ladies went into a protective shell and sealed themselves off permanently when a customer asked for something outside the house. Besides, Kenzie told me she doesn't do relationships. Period. Had a bad marriage at one point and wants no part of love ever again. She wasn’t going to change her mind for, of all things, a married client, right?

Even if I'm her favorite monger.

But she'd given him Monday night and this afternoon, at least, and Nick was going to treasure it.

I've been married to Becky for what seems like an eternity. Yeah, she still looks great and takes tremendous care of herself, but I'm bored to tears with her. Nick couldn’t stand Becky’s deep, monotone voice any longer, and her personality which rivaled that of a doornail. Or a dead twig. She was way too concerned with all those damned cats they had back home too. Do we really need a fifth one? Seriously? And she spent most of her time bitching about work and harping on Nick to get a better job himself. Guess what, you dumb cunt? Find one yourself! Nick enjoyed working at the mom-and-pop auto repair shop. You hate the supermarket.

Do the fucking math!

But he couldn’t deny the fact that Becky was still, after all these years, a fine fuck. As long as she does what I tell her and keeps her goddamn mouth shut, that is. She’s so fucking chatty and has a comeback for everything I say. Oftentimes, he feared his head would explode from having to deal with all the drama. Nag, nag, nag, nag, nag.

Nick should've felt guilty for having such crass thoughts about his wife, and the mother of his children, but he didn't. I'm past that. He had no problems with it either. If Becky came to me tonight and said she wanted a divorce, I'd be the happiest man alive.  He wouldn't lose any sleep over it either. I'd feel liberated, free. Sure, it would be terrible for Carly and Randy, but kids grow up these days with divorced parents all the time, right?

Don’t I deserve to be happy?

Kenzie once confided in Nick that her real name was Cierra. Still, I always think of her and refer to her as “Kenzie” because I don’t want “Cierra” to slip out while I’m here. She also explained that hidden microphones were everywhere and she’d get into trouble with Colt if he knew she gave him her real name. I remember we had to whisper and be super quiet. He appreciated her trust, so she was forever “Kenzie” to him. I would never do anything to get her into hot water with her boss.

A sigh emanated from Kenzie's lips as Nick gently deposited her onto the mattress. With devotion in his eyes, he stroked tussles of black hair away from her forehead and she angled her face toward his palm and nudged it the way a loyal puppy would. Nick leaned over and planted a delicate kiss on Kenzie's mouth as his hands roamed and explored her sleek, sculpted body.

She opened her eyes and studied him with a steamy gaze that, if he didn't know how brothels worked, seemed every bit as amorous as the one he was giving her. Nick's erection poked through the opening of his bathrobe and those dazzling eyes shifted toward it. Kenzie licked her lips and, again, seemed to anticipate being with him as much as he was with her.

Shit, I don't know how to read Kenzie. She sent him several e-mails per week and seemed curious about his personal life and what he was up to. Always asks a ton of questions and writes me back within an hour or two unless she’s busy. During their GFEs, Kenzie was accommodating, giving, and did literally whatever Nick asked. She doesn’t moan and complain about everything under the sun like Becky does. Kenzie had a truly exotic appearance, looking like a Puerto Rican supermodel with her soft and silky bronze skin, and possessed a charismatic personality and kind nature. She is, without a doubt, the girl of my dreams.

But therein was the problem. Kenzie doesn't do relationships and she's a working lady. The latter was the ultimate roadblock, akin to Mount Everest to climb. The bottom line is, I'm paying her to provide me a service.

Where did reality end and fantasy start? There's no way she'd do this for free, right? No way she'd do it out of genuinely wanting to be with me?

If I didn't know any better and was one of those poor fucktards who goes to a brothel thinking they're going to find their next wife or girlfriend, well, I'd be a poor fucktard too. But he didn’t consider himself that way. I'd have poured my heart and soul out by now and proposed marriage to Kenzie. He was that taken with her and there was no turning back.

Everything she does, everything she says, indicates she's interested in me. Look at how many times he’d travelled to Flagstone to party with her. How can Kenzie not be interested in me? Not have feelings after all the incredible times we've shared? He’d spent thousands of dollars in gifts on her and purchased over $50,000 worth of parties. I’m not a rich man. I have absolutely nothing saved for retirement because of this girl.

Or was he gullible? Blind? Have I fooled myself into hoping something is there on her end?

I guess I'll never know. And that saddened him. I can't risk saying something which may scare Kenzie and push her away forever. She was all he looked forward to anymore. Back home, I think about Kenzie all throughout the day, every day. I lie in bed at night and masturbate to fantasies of her. They weren’t purely sexual either. Oftentimes, he had visions of Kenzie being his wife, not Becky, and doing mundane, everyday things that every couple did together.

My life would be so much better.

He even had dreams of Kenzie being the mother of Carly and Randy.

Because my marriage with Becky fucking sucks.

I’m so unhappy.

Kenzie reached out and gripped his cock, sheathed in its condom, with her delicate hand and began to stroke.

“Feel good, baby?”

“I should probably put it in your mouth.”

“Uh-uh,” Kenzie replied emphatically, shaking her head with a spirited grin. “I think you should.”

I'd drop Becky like a bad habit – leave the kids behind too – if Kenzie said the word. Move to Nevada in a heartbeat. Yes, yes, I deserve to be happy! Nick tossed his head back and groaned as she began to stroke his length up and down. Good God, I'd do anything to spend the rest of my life with this woman.

Kenzie sat up, leaned forward on both elbows, and nuzzled her mouth along the tip of his shaft. Her eyes sparkled with mischief as those ruby-red lips expanded and took him inside. Nick experienced pure rapture as her tongue twirled and glided itself all around the edge of his cock. He found it difficult to breathe as her head bobbed while her wide, captivating eyes continued to remain connected with his.

“Okay. That’s uhh, ohhhhh.” Every hair on Nick’s neck stood at attention, every pore tingled, every blood vessel fired. “Oh yes. Yes! Wow, you take care of me so well.”

Soon, Kenzie lunged forward and took the full length of Nick’s cock and began sucking. First it was slow, but she ramped up both the speed and the pressure. The twenty-six-year-old reached out and played with his testicles and it set him off like a match to a fuse. He gasped, moaned, and thrust his pelvis against her face.

“Oh, fuck me. So good. So good, Kenzie. Oh my. Oh, yes! Oh my God, your mouth feels so good. Oh, wow. That’s it. Oh my God. Oh, fuuuuuck.”

Nick shrugged the bathrobe away and reclined back as Kenzie followed suit and bent over his lap, then offered further pleasure with the recesses of her mouth. Nick rose and gathered Kenzie's long hair in his hand so he could see her face and control the motions of her head. Kenzie was an expert when it came to fellatio, and within moments, Nick's sperm was boiling over in his balls. …

*

Becky couldn't help how much she wanted Lindsay. After all these years of being a faithful wife, she was like a wild, reckless teenager again who'd just learned to make out. She latched her mouth onto Lindsay's and kissed with wild abandon – hard, thorough, aggressively. Lindsay gave back equal parts. Becky craved the stimulation and everything that went along with it.

What's wrong with having sex and enjoying it? What did it matter if it was sex in a brothel and with another woman? Nick has spent a fortune since 2015. There was nothing wrong with setting aside reality for a bit and having some fun. Sex sure as hell isn't this exciting with him anymore.

How could Becky possibly resist Lindsay? More importantly, why should she resist her?

I wish Nick wasn't so laser-focused on Kenzie. I can't believe he insisted on being with her again today when I begged him to party with me and Kayleigh.

Yeah, I'll fuck Nick later tonight like we agreed to. No problem. But she’ll be imagining it's Lindsay she’s with instead – not him – and it'll make things all the more interesting (and enjoyable). I'm going to remember Kayleigh for the rest of my life.

“Sweet girl, I want you.” Becky's voice was an urgent whisper and she moaned at the way Lindsay's flavor went straight to her head. Fending off wave after wave of arousal and punch-drunk at the intoxicating scent, Becky burrowed her nose and lips between the folds of Lindsay's pussy and lapped at her clitoris. “I'll never stop wanting you.”

“Please don't.” Lindsay twined her fingers in Becky's hair and wordlessly begged her to continue with the oral ministrations. “I don't want you to ever forget me and hope you come back to visit many more times in the future.” Perhaps Lindsay should volunteer to travel to Rhode Island and have a secret, little affair with Becky too? The thought itself was intriguing. When the weekend came, she could send Becky an e-mail to gauge her interest.

At a loss for words, Becky latched onto Lindsay's hips with both hands and tried to bottle this one, perfect moment up so she could forever cherish it. It was spectacular to be enveloping Lindsay's pussy with her lips and mouth and she never wanted this to end. Becky licked and sucked without mercy. Lindsay's climax built steadily and the only way to delay it would be to slow down, but that wasn't an option. Becky refused to slow down.

Lindsay's orgasm rose faster and hovered at the edges of her body like a white, blinding light. She shuddered and clamped her thighs around Becky's head. This was going to be a monumental release, a gorgeous, perfect orgasm.

“I wish we’d meet up a few times a week like this and keep being sluts together. …”

With those words from Becky, Lindsay rocketed to the moon and exploded into shards of molten metal, liquid sun raging so hot and bright from her inner core that she screamed, the pleasure – the degradation of the job itself – too much to contain. She writhed and bucked in wondrous orgasm, grinding her pussy upon Becky's face, frantic, riding her to extract every ounce of satisfaction she could. The sensation came and came for her, kept coming, and she snuffled, panted, shouted. Becky reached up and squeezed Lindsay's nipples and she screamed out yet again.

In the aftermath, Becky withdrew from between Lindsay's thighs and, unable to resist, wiped her lips and licked them dry. “Fuck.” She exhaled in a rush and ran her gaze over the sensual landscape of Lindsay's body one more time.

Total perfection.

Becky couldn't hide her smile. She rose to her knees and brought a hand to her thumping heart, overwhelmed by this absolute princess beneath her, but also the moment as well. This is so fun. Sinfully hot. Exactly what I needed.

Exactly what she was missing in life too.

In the end, Becky was glad Nick wanted to be with Kenzie after all. I’m overjoyed that I got to have Kayleigh all for myself. Sharing her with Nick wouldn't be near as fun. That clumsy dunce would get in the way and be an unnecessary distraction. Women truly are better lovers.

Tangling a hand in Lindsay's hair, Becky leaned down and gave that tender mouth a deep, soulful kiss. “I want you to know, honey, your lips are so fucking kissable. And the rest of you? Totally irresistible.”

They kissed each other again, deep and slow.

“Sweetie, you're shaking.” Becky gathered Lindsay into her arms and held on lovingly. “You okay?

“I'm fine,” Lindsay said. “It's … I … I … no one has ever made me come as hard as you just did.”

(This chapter will be continued in the next submission)