The Girlfriend Experience
Copyright© 2026 by JeremyDCP
Chapter 7
Coming of Age Sex Story: Chapter 7 - 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
“Oh, I’ve been thinking about it, actually. I may get back in the game one day. Who knows? I mean, in this business, you never say never.” Glancing over her shoulder at the gentleman on the opposite side of the bar, Jenn rinsed the last of the dishes and set them in the drying rack. “Yup, that may be me. Pseudo nighttime house manager and pulled-out-of-retirement courtesan extraordinaire. Gotta make sure I can afford my avocado toast and the upcoming student loan payments for my kids, you know?”
Pink-and-blue bubbles popped as Jenn sprayed the suds down in the sink. “My oldest, she’s gonna be a senior in high school, but will be headed off to UNLV next year.” Jenn paused, her nose twitching. “I swear, one minute you’re changing diapers, and the next you’re figuring out how to pay for college.” She turned and faced the man, tossing the towel onto the bar. “The irony isn’t lost on me, either. Working in a brothel to send my daughter and then my son off to school so they can have a better situation than I ever did. Circle of life, right?”
“Tell me about it. College is so damn expensive. I’ve sent three of my four kids through myself and will never come out of debt because of it. Can’t blame you for keeping your options open.” Steve Feldman, a lifelong Flagstone resident, motioned toward his empty mug. “I get it, Jenn. I really do.”
He went silent for a moment and scratched the back of his neck. “But hey, selfishly speaking, I’d love to party with you if you ever decide to lace up your boots again. You and I ... we certainly did have some fun back in the day. Been comparing every girl who’s worked here to you for fifteen years – especially the last four, once you stepped away – and no one even comes close. You ruined me, Jenn. Absolutely ruined me for all other women.”
“Oh, Stevie, you’re too much. Way too much. And you’ve always made me feel so special.” Having already poured a dark rum, Jenn added pineapple juice, cream, and five cherries, and slid the mug back his way. She winked, then rolled her neck with an audible crack. “If I do jump back in, you’ll be the first to know. I’ll e-mail you on the website.”
The creak of floorboards drew Jenn and Steve’s attention toward the right corridor.
“Oh my God! Sammy, I haven’t seen you since Christmas!” Pamela appeared and immediately careened across the parlor, launching herself into another gentleman’s arms and seizing him in a long, spirited hug.
“There’s my glitterbug.” His voice thick and authoritative, Sammy took the hug but didn’t give one back, more concerned with not spilling the shot of whiskey he held at arm’s length. “Or better yet, my tittybug.”
“It’s not like you to be away from us this long, baby.” A dazzling smile split Pamela’s lips as she pecked his cheek. “I’ve been worried sick about you! I haven’t seen any posts from you on the bulletin board in months.”
“Aww, you know how it is. Life gets in the way, but I figured I’d stop by to make sure all you chicks are still earning your keep.”
Colt reached across the counter, casually gripping Sammy’s shoulder like he had hundreds of times before. “It’s good to see you again, old friend.” He crooked a finger at Lindsay. “Come here this instant, Grace. Sammy is one of our most valued mongers and wants to meet you.”
Lindsay had been lagging behind in the shadowed hallway, her body contorting, trying to see without being seen. Who is this man? Sammy? You’re ... older. Wow, a lot older. You remind me of Uncle Craig. That familiar ache between her legs had already returned. I’m skipping out on being with Pamela for you? What made you choose me off the website? Unable to look away, Lindsay’s tongue swept across her lips. I like older men.
This feeling was different from standing in the lineup earlier, too, one Lindsay couldn’t explain. Oh, my. You asked for me by name? Do you want me naked and to have sex with me? God, what if he can tell how nervous I am?
Lindsay assessed the man. He was definitely older, at least fifty-five or sixty in her estimation, with white hair and a stocky, muscular build. Sophisticated and handsome, he was dressed in a button-down shirt and slacks.
And his hand? It was groping Pamela’s ass. Right in front of her husband? The gesture was so brazen, so at odds with the world Lindsay knew, that for a moment, all she could do was stare.
“Still calling Salt Lake home?” Colt asked Sammy.
“Sure am. Will never leave it.”
Pamela squealed and wiggled her hips before Sammy pulled his hand away. “Such a bad boy!”
“My apologies, Colt,” he said, though his grin indicated he wasn’t sorry at all. “But can you blame a man? You’ve got yourself a veritable treasure here.”
Lindsay bit down on her lower lip as she glanced Colt’s way, searching for jealousy or anger. Nothing. Not even a twitch? His expression remained neutral, as if Sammy’s forwardness was as ordinary as a handshake.
“Since you mentioned treasures,” Colt redirected, “how’s the trout fishing up in Alaska? Still reeling in the big ones?”
So, Colt’s totally fine with this? Lindsay arched a brow. Some guy groping his wife right in front of him? She shifted her weight, one shoulder lifting in a halfhearted shrug. Whatever. This place and the things that happen here can be so sus at times.
“Oh, you wouldn’t believe the monster I caught last month! Damn near pulled me into the river.”
“Sammy, I want you to meet Grace.” Pamela tipped her head and gestured toward Lindsay with a flourish of her manicured nails. “She’s who you requested, yes? Today is her first official day on the job.”
Nice and easy. You got this. Once she stepped forward to present herself, Lindsay’s breath hitched. “Hi.” That single word squeaked out before she cast a nervous look toward Pamela. I think I like him. “It’s, uh, a pleasure to meet you, sir.” Yeah, I definitely like him.
“Whoa. Your first day?” Sammy plugged his eyes back into their sockets as he appraised the young woman before him that he’d soon purchase, her innocence accentuated by the lacy lingerie that made his chest constrict with desire and possessiveness. Lindsay’s downcast eyes glowed with an adorable shyness and her awkward stance from wearing the pumps made Sammy want to hoist her over his shoulder and carry her off to bed for a proper christening.
“Grace, eh? A pleasure to meet you, too, my dear.” He waited a long, hard second, then leveled a sideways smile at her. “I noticed on the website you graduated from high school last month.” He extended his hand. “First day, huh? You do have that unmistakable what-the-hell-did-I-just-sign-up-for look. Have you had your first party yet?”
Lindsay regarded her fingers, fragile and slender, wound around his larger, more robust ones. So sexy. Inquisitive eyes flashed upward and studied Sammy’s face, notably his chiseled jaw and neat, well-trimmed beard. His dad vibes are so freaking hot. “No, sir. No, I haven’t.”
“First day, first party, and I get to be the one to break you in?” Sammy settled back and sipped his whiskey, giving her another full assessment. “Fresh out of high school and already here. My, oh my.” His fingers claimed her chin, lifting it. “Good girl. Smart move, good career choice. But just remember, tonight isn’t about you.” Sammy inserted the tip of his thumb into her mouth. “It’s about what you can do for me.”
Lindsay’s lips twitched and closed around it on instinct. She swallowed hard, her eyes bailing to the floor as her fingers tangled together.
“Sammy.”
The thumb vanished. Lindsay’s mouth gaped open for a heartbeat, hungry and confused, before she snapped it shut. Colt stood three feet away, arms crossed.
“Just saying hello to the new girl.”
“She’s not a sample at Costco.” Sahara and Lucas had been laughing and tossing back shots at the opposite end, but their heads jerked this way at the change in Colt’s tone. Even the Metallica song roaring from the speakers seemed to drop a decibel. “You want a taste, you negotiate and pay first. You know how this works.”
“Oh boys, boys! That escalated quickly.” Pamela seized control of the situation, fanning herself with an open palm. “And here I thought the air conditioning was on the brink again. Turns out it’s just all this testosterone.” The side of her mouth curved as she patted Sammy’s shoulder. “Sugar bear, you know this one still has her training wheels on. Take it slow, okay?”
His stare had turned venomous. “Where’s the fun in that?”
“Grace, Sammy has been visiting Happy Ending Ranch longer than I’ve been alive.” Pamela’s voice cut through the tension, all bubblegum and rainbows. “I’ve partied with him twenty or thirty times over the years. We always have a kickass time!”
“Never a dull moment with Pamela. I remember way back when, when her name was Dakota around here.” Sammy’s expression eased, his weight settling back on the stool. “See that glitter?” He motioned toward the shimmering specks across Pamela’s exposed torso. “Always gotta take a shower after seeing this chick, else I’ll go home with it caked all over me and it upsets the wife. Tells her where I’ve been, and who I’ve been with.”
“Oh, please.” With a sudden gust, Pamela flung her arms around Sammy, the hug blink-and-miss-it but brimming with adoration. “You love my glitter, baby. You know it’s my trademark.” She flashed yet another smile as his hand slid over the expanse of her breasts.
“Goddamn, sweetheart. This is still the best rack in Nevada. And yes, it’s been way too long since we partied. These tits need to be bouncing in my face as you fuck me cowgirl again.”
Pamela giggled and swatted at his collarbone with both hands. “Still a charmer, I see! But tonight’s about showing Grace the ropes, remember?”
Eventually, Colt drifted to the background, leaving Pamela to supervise as Sammy turned all his focus to Lindsay. Sahara had Lucas right where she wanted him: fifty dollars poorer and hard as a rock. She straddled his lap like she was riding a mechanical bull, all rolling hips and wanton friction. Her tongue traced a path along his neck while her fingers twisted in his hair, yanking his head back to allow better access.
“Where are you from, little one?”
“California.” Holy cow. I need to learn how to give lap dances like that too! “Palm Springs area, the desert. Small town. Really small. Like, nobody-knows-it small.”
“Ehh, the desert? You enjoy it there?”
“No, not really. But it’s what I’m familiar with.” Lindsay threaded her fingers through her hair, twisting and retwisting the same clump until it kinked. “Been there my whole life.”
“I’d never live in the desert.” Sammy absentmindedly cracked his knuckles, a move that made Lindsay cringe, though he didn’t seem to notice. Or maybe he did? “I love Vegas, but damn, it gets hot there. I bet Palm Springs is even worse.”
“Yeah, yeah, it’s rough.” Lindsay inched forward, trying to mimic Pamela’s posture. She had never sat down and talked with an older guy like this before. In all likelihood, she was moments away from having sex with him! Did her forbidden attraction make the reality of what was about to happen better or worse? Lindsay didn’t know. However, one thing was for certain: there was an awful lot to like about this man.
His expensive clothes. His voice. His beard.
Definitely his beard.
And that confident, brash attitude. Total big dick energy. Sammy was Happy Ending Ranch royalty, and Lindsay worried whether she could meet his lofty standards. He understood this brothel game inside and out, knew what he wanted, and wasn’t the type who’d take ‘no’ for an answer.
“It’s just ... I’m sure Salt Lake is... better.” Lindsay did her part to keep the conversation rolling and maintained a smile, per Pamela’s teachings, but felt like pursing her lips together and pressing the timeout button to reconsider her decisions one final time.
I can do this. It’s just sex, right?
I want to do this.
Or do I?
Tonight, this man is gonna fuck me. For money. Whatever he wants, I gotta do it, and I gotta make him happy, else Colt will kick my ass out to the curb, and I’ll be going back to Citronelle. Yet my nudes will stay online no matter what.
Forever.
Similar concerns ran roughshod through Lindsay’s mind. She had come a long way since that fateful afternoon when the school counselor, Mr. Brennan, caught her and Packard fucking in the auditorium. Or when she gave Packard a blowjob in the coat closet this past Christmas Day with her family gathered in the nearby living room. Ali said I had a big glob of jizz on my neck for all of dinner. God, I hope no one else noticed.
Such careless, wanton acts served as a precursor of things to come, practice of sorts, for what would one day be the decision Lindsay could never claw back. Bleacher girl. Would she regret it? This was her destiny in life, perhaps the only legacy she’d leave behind.
Tonight’s the night I level up to full-on whore.
“High school to Happy Ending Ranch, huh? Gotta say, that’s a hell of a leap.” Sammy placed a firm hand on Lindsay’s exposed thigh. He was brazen, and she liked that in a man. “What made you decide on this profession?”
I’m gonna work hard and be the best damn whore this house has ever had. Lindsay had no need to fight that word anymore, right? Deny or take offense to it? It’s my job title; my chosen profession.
I’m a whore.
“Umm, something different? I wanted to try ... to see what–” She tried to maintain her composure but found it difficult with all these impure ideas, as well as Sammy swiping his thumb over and across her thigh. “Oh, I–” He increased the pressure, made it more possessive. “Adventures. New experiences. That sort of thing.”
“Adventures, huh? Well, you came to the right place.” Sammy tucked his hand into the crook of her elbow. “Oh, I hit the jackpot with you tonight, didn’t I? Such a sweet thing. Though, I must warn you, babygirl, some adventures you can’t come back from. You sure you’re ready for this?”
“I, umm–” This man is gonna destroy me. “Tell me about yourself, will you?”
“What’s there to tell? I work for a pharmaceutical manufacturer in Salt Lake City. I’m in corporate and the job is all stress and deadlines. So, when I get the chance, I like to treat myself to irresistible young girls like you.” His palm flattened, sliding up the curve of her hip. “I call it ... sport fucking. My favorite hobby.”
“Sport fu –?” She floundered, searching for words. “Do you ... is that ... do people ... oh God.” Sport fucking?
“You’re speechless already. And shaking. I like that. I like that a lot.” Lindsay’s leg bounced uncontrollably, her heel clicking against the barstool’s metal rung. Sammy invaded her personal space, and Lindsay recoiled until she winced, the sharp edge of the counter digging into her spine. “It’s best you save your voice for all the screaming you’ll do in the bedroom later.”
“Sammy...” A grumble emerged from Pamela, one final warning.
“What?”
“Behave.”
Sammy’s face shuttered like a slammed door before relaxing. He again eyed Lindsay from head to toe in the lingerie set, now with the eagerness of a wolf who had spotted a lamb that had strayed too far from the flock. “Christ. You look much better in person than your pictures, and those pictures are amazing.” His hand rubbed her thigh and ended up on her ass. “I was driving home from a business meeting in Vegas and thought I’d stop by and see if my favorite, Scarlett, was working. I checked the website in the parking lot and noticed someone new on it: you and I was like, holy shit. I’ve been with countless working girls over the years, honey, but your body ... your body is spectacular. It’s fucking fantastic.”
Yeah, yeah. Keep going. Though Lindsay’s tongue lay thick and useless against her teeth, Sammy’s compliments washed over her like baptismal water, and she hoped they would never end. After the fiasco with the lineup earlier, the boost of confidence did her good.
“I adore Scarlett, but I must have you. I’m so glad you’re not with someone else. I almost lost it when I saw the picture of you with the teddy bear and the pigtails. So. Fucking. Hot.” He hesitated, again sizing her up. “There was no way I wasn’t sinking my dick into you tonight.”
“Don’t worry,” Pamela intervened as Lindsay labored with uneven breaths, “Grace plans on showing you an awesome time, Sammy.”
His eyes shifted to Pamela. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten you, glitterbug, because I haven’t. Not for a second.” He glanced at his Rolex and his features contracted. “I’d love to stay and chat, but the wife will be all up my ass if I’m late arriving home, and I’m not in the mood to deal with her bitchy mouth tonight. That damn meeting sucked the life out of me, and I did not want to be there. One hour. That’s all I got time for.”
Pamela jabbed at his shoulder, her grin making it clear she meant no harm. “You better not forget me! You’re one of my favorite clients.”
God, look at him. What appealed to Lindsay most about Sammy? His voice? His swag? She noticed the wedding ring on his finger. The way he talks about his wife, does he hate her? I’m such trash for finding that hot. Was it the fact he was three times her age? Or his sheer force of nature? The boardroom surely bent to his will, and he probably fucked his secretary over his desk during lunch breaks, too, and sent her back to work with his cum dripping down her thighs. Can I be his secretary?
Or maybe her attraction was simpler than that. Daddy issues much? After eighteen years of Sunday sermons and being told what to wear, what to think, and what to believe, Lindsay was desperate for someone who’d just shove her face-down into the bed and fuck the good girl out of her.
This man will make it happen. Tonight.
“I’ll often spend a couple of days in town and have multiple parties with multiple girls. Sometimes, every girl in the house! But, as I said, I’m pressed for time.” Seeking Lindsay’s hands with his own, Sammy wound their fingers together. “I want to go to your room and talk about having a party with you.”
“Okay.” That single word took enormous effort, squeezing past the knot in her throat. Lindsay’s face went so hot she feared she might go nuclear. “I ... I’d like that, sir.”
Pamela stood. “Do you mind if I tag along and do the negotiating, Sammy? Grace is new and we want to train her to do things the right way around here.”
“That’s fine. I know the drill.”
“Grace, escort the nice man back to your room.” Pamela inclined her head toward the corridor. “You’re in charge, sweetpea. Take point.”
“Oh, yes. Yes, Pamela. Yes, yes, of course.” Lindsay wheezed with short, rapid breaths as Pamela followed them to her bedroom. This stranger is about to rearrange my guts with his dick.
“Aww, Sherilyn’s old room, huh? Man, the memories; that gal was flexible as all hell. Lots of fucking behind this door.” He gave Lindsay a sidelong leer. “And a lot more will happen tonight.”
Lindsay released Sammy’s hand and watched him go to the bed and sink into its edge. After a few seconds of silence, Sammy beckoned his newest soon-to-be plaything with a crooking of his index finger. “Come sit on my lap, babygirl, and I’ll help you relax.”
“Did you forget the training protocols I taught you already?” Pamela’s eyes narrowed to slits as Lindsay hurried over to Sammy and settled across his lap. “At the start of a negotiation, you always want to help your client get comfortable and then sit on his or her lap.” Pamela theorized that Sammy, of all customers, wouldn’t mind if she gave Lindsay an on-the-job refresher. “You don’t stand around with a blank face and wait for the client to make the initial move.”
Please don’t be mad at me. “I’m sorry.” I need this job and promise to do better. But her ankles soon crossed and both legs stretched out in front from being held by such thick, muscular arms. Despite everything – the fear, the nerves, Pamela and Colt’s interventions, all the (many) red flags from Sammy – Lindsay’s pussy had its own agenda.
“She’ll learn, Pamela. Don’t worry. You had your first party once, too, remember. Too bad it wasn’t with me, though.” He stroked Lindsay’s back and tried not to become too intoxicated by the floral scent of her hair and the arousal of having a barely legal hottie like this so close.
As a customer, Sammy had protocols to follow too. Not peeling away the cups of Lindsay’s bra and fondling her breasts or reaching inside her thong to sample what was underneath proved far more of a challenge than he anticipated.
Once they agreed on the ground rules and a financial transaction was complete, he’d seize this opportunity.
With a better grip on her emotions (and wanting to impress Pamela), Lindsay observed Sammy with an upturned face. “What are you looking for tonight, sir?” Remember your training. She glided two fingertips across his chest in a lazy circle. “What can I do to satisfy you?”
“Sir. Wow. Respectful, aren’t you? Such a sweet, sweet girl. I like good manners. They’re a forgotten trait in today’s society.” He cleared his throat. “So, let me explain something to you, princess. Let’s cut through all the bullshit.
“Forty years I’ve seen girls like you come and go through the Nevada brothels. All of them thinking they’re different, they’re special. Yet every single one ending up the same way.” His fingers locked onto her hips like shackles. “Ass up and face down, crying and begging for my dick. But more importantly, the money that goes along with it.” His brows winged. “You’ll be no different.
“Obviously, I want to fuck you. I want to enjoy your tight little body. I want oral both ways, and French kissing. Lots of French kissing. Maybe give you a spanking, too, because with those bad daughter vibes you’re giving off, I can tell you need one really, really bad.”
Her soul burning and composure shot to hell, just like that, a nervous cry bubbled up before Lindsay could stop it, and she winced at the pathetic sound. Sammy said all that as if he was browsing the menu at a restaurant and ordering food from it. Yeah, and I’m the main course.
“Does all that sound okay to you, Grace?”
Amusement swam in his eyes.
“Yes, Pamela. Yes, yes, it does.” A shudder throttled her backbone. Oh God. I’m gonna get sick.
Pamela’s expression remained calm, but her hand found Lindsay’s shoulder. “Remember what we discussed, honey. You’re in control. You’re free to say no. If you’re having second thoughts–”
“I’m not,” Lindsay insisted through clattering teeth. “I want to do this. I want to make money.”
“There’s my girl. Knew you wouldn’t disappoint me.” Sammy reeled Lindsay’s head in close and tongued her mouth, lovingly, showing her how to kiss like a grownup, not a naïve teenager, until she surrendered to his advances and clung to him in a foreshadowing of how her body would soon move under his as he fucked her. He pulled her closer by the waist and there was no way she could shake herself free.
“This is gonna be one worth remembering,” he said against her hair, fragrant with the floral shampoo, as she quivered. “Every inch of you is flawless. Like you were made for fucking, for a whorehouse.” His gruff fingertips found her pussy and pushed in. “Oh, that pussy is so tight. I’ll break it in properly.”
Pamela coughed multiple times, interrupting their little moment. She couldn’t allow things to snowball out of control before they agreed on a time and price. The last thing she wanted was for Colt to storm down the hall and start banging on the door. Offering a freebie to a customer before money exchanged hands was his biggest pet peeve. “You want an hour-long GFE, right? Can you do eight hundred dollars?”
Tilting his chin downward with his brows knitted, Sammy regarded Pamela. “Glitterbug, you know me. I’ve been coming here for years. I always offer seven hundred an hour for a standard suck-and-fuck. I don’t see why tonight should be any different.” His lips curved into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “It’s already a hundred over your house minimum. No need to shatter the mood and make the negotiations contentious.”
“Fair enough, you’re right. You’ve always been generous with us, baby, and we don’t forget that.” Pamela had conceded the bargaining already. No way could she nudge the needle any higher with this particular customer. “You only have time for one hour, right?”
“Yes, only one.”
“Seven hundred dollars sounds good to me!” That would be three hundred and fifty in earnings for Lindsay, though she’d have to give it to Pamela because of the loan. Still, it’ll be my first party! Lindsay was also excited her room and board fee for the day would be waived.
“Grace, this is as simple of a negotiation as you’ll ever have. Sammy is so easy to deal with. He’s not one of our best mongers like Colt said, he is our best monger.”
“I’ve spent a fortune here over the years.”
“Sammy, will you drop your pants so we can do the DC?” Pamela positioned herself while he remained motionless. “Grace, get on your knees alongside me and put these gloves on. Yeah, there you go.”
Holy hell, it’s already bigger than Packard’s and still growing. A knot yo-yoed in Lindsay’s neck. RIP my vagina.
“Hold this penlight. Now, remember what you’re supposed to be looking for, okay? Bumps, sores, bleeding wounds, anything you don’t want to see before having sex with someone. Anything which seems out of place. You need to focus and concentrate, look really hard. Take his dick in your hand like you’re supposed to. It’s not gonna bite you! That’s your job, silly girl, not mine.”
Wow, the veins on this thing. Want to lick every single one.
Sammy grinned like a Cheshire cat as they conducted the inspection. “Pamela and Grace. Experience and innocence, both on their knees before me. Two exquisite little whores, right where they belong.”
Pamela’s eyebrows danced as her fingertips kneaded his balls. “You want a threesome, baby? I’d be more than happy to have a threesome with you and Grace. I want to sink my greedy clutches into this sweet thing too.” She bumped her head on Lindsay’s shoulder. “I’m dying to, trust me. You know how much I love being with girls.”
Threesome with Pamela? Yes, yes! Please! I’ll do whatever freaky, depraved shit you want if you just let me have her too.
“I’d love to. But not tonight, Pammy. On a budget.”
Peals of wild laughter erupted. “A budget? Since when are you ever on a budget, Mr. CEO?”
There goes that idea, huh? Story of my life. Lindsay took the initiative and wrapped the wipe soaked in rubbing alcohol around Sammy’s dick. I’m actually gonna do this. I want to do this. He was clean and showed zero reaction other than a contented murmur.
“Yay, you pass,” Pamela said.
Once the ladies returned to their feet, Sammy pulled a money clip from his pocket and began counting, green Benjamins fluttering like leaves.
Whoa, he must have forty or fifty of them there. What’s he do, print it himself?
“Pamela, darlin’, I know you’re gonna ask me to take a shower, but I’m in a time crunch. Cut me a break, will you? You know I’m clean. I’ve been here a million times and had a shower three hours ago in Vegas. I remember when Colt was a wide-eyed high school kid, and his dad ran the joint. He sure ain’t no kid anymore. I need to get home to the wife. Please, give me a pass tonight.”
Pamela’s lashes flew high as she turned to Lindsay. “Showers are mandatory, but on rare occasions we can make exceptions. I can vouch for Sammy.” She wrapped her fingers around his dick and pumped once, twice, a third time. “Never had an issue with him, and he and I have been together many, many times. Are you okay if he doesn’t take a shower? He’s a good man, and I trust he took one.” She swayed in and dotted his cheek with a kiss. “Sammy would never lie to me.”
“If you say it’s okay with you, it’s okay with me.”
“Thank you, dear.” He handed $700 to Pamela.
“Would you like a receipt?”
“No. Oh, and darlin’, this is for you. Keep it.”
She accepted an extra twenty. “What’s this for?”
Sammy hooked his arm around Pamela’s shoulder and she offered no resistance when he yanked her close. Lindsay stared, her eyes huge, as Sammy found Pamela’s spicy little mouth with his and flat-out took it. Pamela’s knees buckled, but Sammy clamped his hands on the round, generous curve of her ass and lifted, keeping her upright. His kiss wasn’t loving; it was hungry, demanding, and conquering, but over way too soon.
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