The Girlfriend Experience
Copyright© 2026 by JeremyDCP
Chapter 5
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 5 - Eighteen-year-old Lindsay leaves home against the wishes of her family to pursue a controversial career. **Re-written story**
Caution: This Coming of Age Sex Story contains strong sexual content, including Ma/Fa Fa/Fa Teenagers Consensual Fiction Cheating BDSM
“Hey. Eyes open. You’re not permitted to perish until after the threesome we have booked on Thursday.” Under the parlor’s neon glow, Amethyst spoke with zero inflection. “My existence is expensive, and I require that money.” She brought a pen to her lips and drew on it, long and unhurried, then waited an additional beat before exhaling a cloud of white vapor that swirled. “Once it’s over, do what you want.”
“Don’t...” Kenzie strained to remain upright, expression glazed over as she regarded Amethyst, “ ... say ... threesome.” Her forehead dropped back down to the counter with an audible thump. “Everything ... too loud.”
“Congee. Best hangover cure in the world.” Jim winced and stared at the back of Kenzie’s neck, waiting for a response. He didn’t get one. “You know the soup with the rice?” The bowl got nudged closer. “Come on, have some. It’ll make you feel better.”
Kenzie’s blotchy cheeks and swollen eyes peeked out from beneath a tangled knot of black hair, barely held together by a lopsided band. “Nooooo.” Strands stuck out at odd angles, like she’d been caught in a desert sandstorm. She groaned, fingers pressing against her temples. “Need more ... tequila.”
“No.” Jim’s mouth opened and clamped shut. “No, no, no, goodnight no. No more tequila.”
“You reek of bad decisions and citrus. Tragic.” Amethyst’s lips puckered, twisting to one side before turning her focus to Jim. “If she pukes on the bar again, I swear I’m not helping you clean it up this time.”
“Hell of a party last night, huh?” He raked his fingers along the curve of Kenzie’s shoulder. “You and Scott always have a wild time.”
“Hmm.” Amethyst took a sip of coffee. “The whole house heard them.”
“There we go.” Jim gave Kenzie another small spoonful and grinned as she swallowed. “Gonna have you up and running in no time, huh?” His fingers continued to soothe. “Hey, Amethyst. Green streaks in your hair today? Had blue yesterday, right?”
“Hair chalk. It washes right out.”
“Your application is always spot-on. And I love that your black lipstick has a green tint to go with your hair today. I mean, come on, even your cuffs are black leather with green studs. You think of all the details, don’t you?”
“Thanks. If you can’t celebrate all things death with style, then why bother?”
“Have a drink? Yeah, yeah, there you go.” Another small victory: getting Kenzie to sip water.
A grunt. “That’s not... tequila.” Drool fell from her mouth as she inched upward, eyes swimming in and out of focus. “You said ... you said you’d give me...”
“The revisionist history of the blackout drunk.” Amethyst took another hit from her vape. “Fascinating.”
“Not my first time being the villain of the story.” Jim shrugged. “Won’t be the last, either.”
The ringtone from Amethyst’s phone, lyrics from Bauhaus, unmistakably her style, announced itself. “I have to answer this. Just give me a second.” She stepped away, device pressed to her ear. “Hello? No, no, I’m sorry. I just forgot to turn off airplane mode yesterday morning.
“Can you – can you not – no, what the fuck, bro? No, I’ll be home all next week on break. Just chill. Chill. Can you stop? I’m literally talking with Colt.” She shot a glance toward Jim. “Yeah, the bosses’ office. I’m not whispering.
“Okay, do not, do not bring that. No. Are you gonna fucking see her again?”
Kenzie peeled her face from the counter, just for a moment, and joined Jim in watching the morning’s entertainment.
“What do you mean? She’s got all blonde hair, and she dresses all preppy and shit. Stop calling me, okay? Literally stop. I’m busy right now. Stop.” Amethyst tapped her phone, placed it back into airplane mode. After a moment, she clumped back to the bar in her platform boots, all composed and reassembled, like nothing had happened.
“You good?”
“Yeah, fine,” she told Jim.
“Who was that?”
“No one.”
Kenzie coughed, speech slurred and stuttering. “Drop that asshole boyfriend of –”
“Ex-boyfriend.”
“Drop him anyway,” Jim said. “He’s bad news. Always has been.”
“No, neither of you understand. You never have. Osiris saved me. I moved into his house when I was eighteen after my grandmother died. It was pretty crowded; he lived with all his bandmates. He gave me the name Amethyst.”
“Wait, what?” Jim squelched a laugh. “You never told me that part before.”
“He said he saw me and felt that was my given name. He saved me. From everything. He accepted me for who I am. If not for him, I’d be six feet closer to where I belong right now.”
A beat passed.
Two beats passed.
Three.
Still silence.
Pamela offered Lindsay’s hand a quick, affectionate squeeze as the house tour continued.
“They’re a handful, not gonna lie, but they rake it in. They have offers from everywhere, the fancy houses down south, up north, but they stick with us. They love it here.”
To Lindsay, the two ladies Pamela had just introduced her to (Sahara and Riley) were goals-level gorgeous as well. The twin tattoos with charming bow motifs across the back of Sahara’s upper thighs piqued Lindsay’s interest. And those booty shorts? Straight-up fire.
She had long contemplated getting some ink herself. Mom and Dad don’t run my life anymore. I can do whatever I want. I’m an adult now.
Sahara and Riley were a real-life couple, self-proclaimed lesbians set to be married in December. That’s kind of insane. And kind of cool. Yet they still worked here, still sold sexual services to any interested man by the hour. Lesbians at the whorehouse, huh? Should be me and Evie.
Lindsay’s brain stalled for a second.
Even amongst all her internal chaos, she still considered Pamela to be in a league all her own. Miss Nevada, Miss Maryland, Miss Please-Marry-Me ... whatever she prefers. Had anyone ever been so sweet and accommodating toward Lindsay? The fact that Pamela was so confident, so in absolute control of everything turned her on even more.
Pamela had taken one look at Lindsay’s department store lingerie and practical pumps before declaring tomorrow a mandatory makeover day. “After you receive your sheriff’s card,” she said in that soft tone she did so well, “I’ll see to it that either Colt or Jim takes you on a proper shopping spree with the Platinum card. Men who come here expect their fantasies wrapped in Honey Birdette, not Ross Dress for Less.”
Lindsay couldn’t help but notice how her body relaxed around Pamela’s warm, easygoing nature compared to Colt’s unyielding authority. She’s like one of those really nice girls, just super approachable and stuff.
And Pamela was hot hot hot in the yellow minidress with the red trim, too, her legs toned and sleek, never once losing her balance in those skyscraper heels. That’s to be admired by itself.
Colt was expecting an important telephone call, so he instructed Pamela to continue Lindsay’s onboarding without him. Why did he leave the interview before that, though? He looked pissed. I don’t know why.
Well, at least he came back.
“Pamela will teach you how to walk, talk, negotiate, build a following, create a five-year plan, and cultivate your sexuality and lovemaking skills. I want Pamela to be your Big Sister, your guide, as you acclimate to life here this week. And, oh yeah, congratulations. You’re hired.”
But first, legal paperwork had to be tended to, and mounds of reading material awaited in a separate, smaller office. Hungry, Lindsay scarfed down two slices of pepperoni pizza and a garden salad from a local restaurant. She also had to be trained on how to conduct a “dick check.” Lindsay once read about them online but listened to Pamela like she was clueless on the subject.
“At the end of a negotiation, if you and your client can settle on a price, you’ll want to ask him to take his penis out so you can perform a dick check. It’s mandatory in this house, so he cannot refuse. I don’t enjoy doing them at all because it’s impersonal and can be off-putting for a man, but Colt has his rules. He has the final say over everything, and no matter what, I cannot get him to change his mind.
“Be sure to wear powder-free nitrile gloves and use a LED penlight for the dick check, or DC for short. We’ll provide everything for you. Scan for any open sores, scabs, skin tags, discharge, or inflammation. You’ll have a box full of wipes soaked in rubbing alcohol and will want to wrap one around the client’s penis. If there are any wounds, even minuscule ones, you’ll know immediately by how he reacts. Rubbing alcohol on an exposed wound, particularly there, isn’t a pleasant experience.
“If your customer fails the DC, politely request that he exit the premises and alert management immediately. The customer is important, but our personal safety and health always take precedence.
“If they pass, though, point them toward the guest shower – a shower is also mandatory for any paying customer – and prepare your room for a party. Lay a protective sheet over your bed and change into any new outfit the monger requested. Or go nude if they ask. Leave such decisions up to them. We always aim to please.”
“Northbound, southbound on Route 93, this is Desert Mama at Happy Ending Ranch.” Another woman’s voice cut from a room near the lobby, its door wedged open with a rubber stop. “Any lonely truck drivers need a reason to smile today? Take a break from all that asphalt and enjoy some real company with us here at our world-famous brothel in Flagstone, Nevada.”
Lindsay crept a glance around the corner, spotting a cramped office that looked like mission control for the house’s operations. Filing cabinets lined one wall, their drawers labeled with frayed duct tape. A desk dominated the space, its surface buried under invoices, ledgers, and scattered receipts held down by coffee-stained paperweights. A CB radio sat prominently on one corner, its metal housing and analog dials looking like artifacts from the Reagan administration.
A woman hunched over the equipment, her lustrous dark hair arranged with the front sections pinned back by a glinting barrette, allowing cascading waves to spill around her shoulders. Wowwwww. She’s really pretty. Older, but pretty. Hot librarian vibes. Silver-framed glasses complemented the neckline of her snug black tee, revealing a glimpse of cleavage while sleek denim clung to her like liquid obsidian. Great, another perfect ten I gotta compete with.
“That’s Jenn.” Pamela leaned close, nudging Lindsay’s ribcage with an elbow. “Our Swiss army knife behind the scenes. She does it all for us: kinda like our office manager, handyperson, cleaning lady, nighttime bartender, and accountant all rolled into one. She’s been here, off and on, for the past fifteen or so years.”
So, she’s not a courtesan too? Good. Then I don’t have to compete with her.
“Hmmmmm, all you boys out there on those lonesome highways ... we see you and appreciate everything you do.” The woman spoke with a voice so sultry that Lindsay herself practically felt caressed. “We’ve got some lovely ladies here wanting to help you unwind and forget about all those deadlines and dispatch calls.” Jenn acknowledged Lindsay, a nod of recognition, before returning to the task at hand. “Cold beer’s on ice, and I guarantee you’ll leave here feeling like a brand new man. Take the Flagstone exit off the 93, follow Main Street into town, and then follow your libido to the best stop you’ll make all year. You won’t regret it.”
Lindsay’s brows shot up. “Does anyone actually respond to that?”
Static popped, then a gravelly voice came through: “Well hello there, Happy Endin’. This is Big Dog, and darlin’, you just saved my whole damn day. Had a nasty argument with the wife back home and need an outlet to shake off all this domestic drama before I jackknife. Coming your way from Boise with a huge load, but still about two hours of blacktop ahead of me. Please tell me that sweet little blonde, Pamela, is working today?”
“Oh my God, that’s Carl!” Pamela bounced on her heels, a hand flying to her heart. “I’d recognize that voice in a heartbeat. Haven’t seen him in forever.”
Jenn keyed the microphone. “Oh, Big Dog, I can sense it in your voice. You could use some TLC after dealing with all that domestic drama.” She angled a look at Pamela, who was already nodding and mouthing yes while making exaggerated hand gestures. “And baby, the stars must be aligned today because the gal you asked about? Pamela is right here, looking all dolled up and gorgeous in a yellow minidress, and she just whispered something in my ear that would make a grown man blush. She promises to roll out the red carpet for you too. Drive safe now, Big Dog, because Pamela is gonna make sure this visit is worth every mile it takes for you to get here.”
“Roger that, Happy Endin’. Big Dog rolling hard and ready to howl. Tell Pamela I’ll be coming in hot and heavy. See you beautiful ladies in about two hours.”
“We’ll be waiting, baby. I’ve already got you down for an appointment, too, so you won’t have to wait.”
“Jenn, as you can tell, is also the head of our marketing department.”
“Hey there! Lindsay? Cali girl, right? I’m Jenn. Consider me your friendly neighborhood chaos coordinator.”
“Oh, hey. Cool to meet you. That was ... quite the sales pitch.”
“Hope that little display didn’t scare you off, honey. Marketing a brothel through CB radio is an art form.”
“Fingers crossed that Carl goes for two hours,” Pamela said. “Usually, he can only afford one, but got two last time.”
“Once you get the hang of things around here,” Jenn said, “I’ll teach you how to purr into that microphone too. Trust me, you’ll have truckers throwing money at you before they even walk through the door.”
The rosary was in Lindsay’s grip before she even realized she’d reached for it. “Real ... really?” Me? On that radio? Mom would die.
The frequency squawked again: “Aww, hell Desert Mama. Diesel Dick here, rolling eastbound on State Route 319 from Utah and, hearing your sexy voice, I think I may be forced to take a detour of my own. I got a friend who frequents your house a lot. Tell me you got something young and tight waiting for this old man.”
That’s me! Young and tight.
“Oh, baby, Diesel Dick, you’ve got a nose for timing. We do have something extremely exquisite here –” Jenn’s eyes again inventoried Lindsay: youth, innocence, marketability, her expression shifting to something almost apologetic as she prepared to commodify what couldn’t be uncommodified, “– eighteen years old with sunshine hair and eyes like the summer sky.”
“Won’t be available to work until tomorrow evening,” Pamela reminded her. “Still has to get vetted.”
Jenn nodded. “But baby, our fresh little peach needs just a tiiiiiny bit more time to get all warmed up and ready for an experienced gentleman like you. Any chance you’ll be driving through tomorrow night or later in the week? Give me twenty-four hours to get her all juicy and ready, and she’ll melt in your mouth, Double D.”
Christ on a cracker! Lindsay clung to Pamela, fearing she may faint from the nauseating rush of degradation and illicit thrill. Jenn was hawking her like buffet special to any trucker within earshot. Holy hell, I’m getting wet! And Lindsay wanted this man to show up and ... Diesel Dick me.
Thirty feet away, Amethyst and Jim were still talking.
“I grew up wearing dresses that were forced upon me by my mother. She made me dress really girly, so I started wearing all black to retaliate.”
“Were you religious at all?” Jim asked. “Are you religious at all?”
“My parents are Christian and we used to go to church every Sunday.”
“How’s that... now?”
“They’re divorced.”
Jim’s head reared back, eyes darting left then right. “I meant the ... the churchgoing part.”
“I don’t go.”
“Why did they divorce?”
“My parents ostracized me growing up for dressing the way I do. They were ashamed of me, especially my father. I got really upset with him one day after he told me I had to dress differently if I wanted to go to church ... which I didn’t want to go, but he forced me to go.”
“Okay.”
“And he made me wear the most disgusting outfit.”
“Disgusting? I’m gonna assume it was the dresses your mom gave you?”
“Yes. Something similar to that. I told my mother that he had been cheating, and I framed him for cheating.”
Jim’s eyes went wide as Kenzie stirred to some semblance of coherency beside him. “You what?”
“I framed him. He deserved it.”
“Wait, time out, pump the brakes, pump the brakes.” Jim needed a moment to gather his thoughts. “Because he made you wear dresses to go to church,” His hands began gesticulating, “you framed him for cheating, and you got your parents divorced?”
“He tried to get me to ask for forgiveness because of the way I am.”
“And how old were you at the time?”
“Fifteen.”
“Fifteen. And you’re twenty-nine now.”
“Yes.”
“Wow, okay. Okay. So, you got your parents divorced for something as little as that?”
“It’s not little. He tried to get me to change who I am. He didn’t understand.”
“How are your parents now, though? Do they still talk or –”
“I don’t know. I don’t speak to my parents.”
“When they did divorce, were you going back and forth between them? Or just staying with your mom? No, wait ... you lived with your grandmother in high school, right?”
“They tried to make their marriage work, but not until I was seventeen or eighteen years old did they finally decide to finalize the divorce. And when my grandmother had a stroke and died after my graduation, that’s when I moved in with Osiris. Osiris was my only choice. He saved me.”
“Kenzie, sweetie, what are you doing? You can’t be out here like this.” Pamela’s heels clicked fast across the parlor floor before stuttering to a stop. Amethyst stirred at the intrusion, realigning her posture, her mouth sealing into a straight slash. “Let’s get you cleaned up before a guest sees you this way.” Kenzie’s robe gaped open, forgotten, modesty having become another casualty of too much tequila.
Oh, no. It’s you. Lindsay was frozen midstep at the entrance, thinking Amethyst’s multicolored hair and threatening visage reminded her of Cruella De Vil. Freak! Lindsay wanted to flee from this woman who, judging by the look in her deadpan eyes, already hated her. The woman who belittled her earlier, wouldn’t shake her hand when she’d offered it. Instead, Lindsay did the polite thing and forced a smile.
“The sunbeam returns. Joy.”
What is your problem, lady? “Jim!” Lindsay’s entire demeanor changed once she noticed him, immediately closing the distance between them and holding both arms out wide as if she wanted to hug the entire world. “Lunch was delicious.” She leaned into his warmth, needing the comfort, the safety from Cruella. “Thank you for getting me takeout.” Lindsay pressed the side of her face into his chest. “You have no idea how much I appreciate it.”
“Somewhere, a puppy just wagged its tail. You know, there’s a broom closet down the hall.” The vape pen reappeared. “Seriously, you two should lock yourselves in it. Very dark. Very intimate. No witnesses.”
“Ha ha.” Now it was Jim’s turn to scoff at Amethyst and her antics. “Very funny.” He gradually disentangled from Lindsay’s embrace, his hands staying a fraction longer than necessary. “My pleasure, kiddo.” Jim theorized that this newcomer was a spunky little thing with attitude and saw a bright future for her here. “Anytime.”
“Sweetie, listen to me. I want you to take this aspirin and get some sustenance in you.” Pamela closed her fingers around Kenzie’s forearm. “It’s important, okay?”
“What happened to her?” Lindsay made no bones about it as her eyes lingered to and from Kenzie’s bare breasts.
“She charges by the hour,” Amethyst told her. “May even give you an employee discount if you ask nicely. May not. I wouldn’t.”
“Partied way too hard with a regular of hers from Utah last night,” Pamela said. “It was a five-hour party, and both she and the customer got blitzed. Kenzie’s sure paying for it now, bless her heart. Colt drove the guy back to the Twin Tops Motel and escorted him to his room, so we’d be sure he made it there in one piece.”
Pamela pivoted to Jim, who held a bottled water to Kenzie’s unwilling lips. “You want me to talk to Colt about giving Kenzie a couple hours off? She’s in no shape to see anyone at the moment.”
“Colt told me she can have the afternoon off. I asked already.” Jim’s attention transitioned to Lindsay. “Are you an official employee now? Did Colt hire you?” He already knew the answer but asked as a formality, a way to engage in simple conversation.
“Yes, he did.”