Chapter 25

Thursday, August 8, 2019

Idyllwild, California

Lines creased Pamela’s forehead as she floored the gas pedal of the ATV four-wheel, off-road vehicle, and hunkered down for a fight. But that was easier said than done because Lindsay’s denim shorts stretched tight over her splendid, sexy ass directly ahead, distracting Pamela, as the nineteen-year-old leaned into a turn on the trail atop her own mud machine. Never one to be gracious in defeat, Pamela willed herself to focus, as that stubborn Prescott Pride would not accept anything but victory even if Lindsay happened to be on the opposing side.

The pair of ladies were having too much fun in the San Jacinto Wilderness, a stone’s throw from the extravagant, sprawling resorts of Palm Springs, California, racing through its colorful canyons and tortured desert landscape.

Pamela bit her lip and pushed hard on the throttle. This couldn’t be! Her girlfriend would never let her hear the end of it if she won their impromptu competition.

Today provided yet another revelation about Lindsay. Pamela expected her to be hesitant on the ATV since she’d never ridden one before. But after a crash course of instruction and tutoring, that crazy girl challenged Pamela to a race, and then peeled off toward the nearest trail as if she’d been riding her entire life.

Lindsay glanced back over her shoulder, blonde hair escaping its ponytail under the helmet and whipping around her neck. Pamela felt competitive fire as she followed, the quad bike humming and vibrating beneath her, but also happiness. Life was fabulous.

In fact, it had never been better.

As a youngster, and in her early adult years, Pamela spent a lot of time off-roading – first at her grandparents’ property in Maryland, and later in Nevada and here in California. It was taking more time than normal to find her groove as Lindsay, somehow, increased her lead. But Pamela knew this area well and had a trick or two handy.

An upsurge of power rampaged through her as she took a sharp left onto a trail invisible to anyone who was not as well versed with the terrain as she was. Pamela sped across loose rocks and exposed roots. Limber Pine and Lodgepole Pine trees stood tall and majestic on either side, with scatterings of corn lily and lemon lily vegetation strewn about, and a Cooper’s hawk soaring overhead adding to the sizzling backdrop on this 107-degree afternoon. Pamela experienced unexpected flashbacks to her youth ATV racing with her two siblings, Paula and Candice, on the old farm. Hmmph, I wish Grandpa was still alive.

Those were happy days as well.

Pamela made another turn and the desert cleared. She went through the rugged backcountry, bathed in sunlight, and soon found herself on the opposite side from where the race began. She stood triumphant and slowed the ATV in the middle of the visitor parking area, which was their makeshift finish line, and waited.

Seconds later, Lindsay’s four-wheeler came into view. She too, rose from her seat while approaching, and rutted to a screeching halt. Lindsay cut the engine and sank back down, overcome with an adrenaline rush as she ripped her protective helmet off and put it on the rack behind her. “How in the hell did you beat me?”

“Secret shortcut,” was all Pamela said.

“Oh. Smart work.” Lindsay offered a simple nod as she climbed off the machine.

Wow. Surprising. Pamela didn’t expect this. Lindsay didn’t like to lose, either, never displaying good sportsmanship whenever the two of them were involved. Even if it was just playful, where was the pouting, the fuss?

“But you cheated.”

There’s my girl!

Lindsay swayed and giggled a little.

“I come bearing gifts.” Colt ambled toward them, having emerged from the visitor center, and rummaged through his knapsack. “Aww, what do we have here? Two almond and coconut protein bars for you, my dear.”

“Thank you, Colt.” Lindsay offered a slow curl of a smile as she accepted the snacks.

“Two triple chocolate fudge protein bars for you.”

Pamela removed her helmet and Colt stole a quick kiss as payment, which caused Lindsay to turn her face away and gnaw on the inside of her cheek. When would Colt finally snatch random kisses like that from her too? At this rate, would it ever happen? Lindsay blew out a breath. She was starting to have her doubts.

“Thank you, baby. I knew there was a reason I married you.” Pamela suppressed a chuckle and motioned toward the two health bars as evidence. “Chocolate.”

“You’re welcome. And bottled water for both of you.” After handing them over, a warm smile spawned. “Girls having fun?”

“A blast.”

“I was until Pamela cheated.”

Her jaw dropped, Pamela turned and stifled another laugh. “I did not!” When Lindsay took a bite, Pamela framed her face with both hands, like it was a beautiful portrait, and lifted the sunglasses high on her forehead. “Oh, you’re so pretty. Silly, but pretty.” She leaned in and serenaded Lindsay with a gentle kiss, tasting the almond and coconut flavor. “Hmm, I can’t believe how pretty you are, honey. Or how sweet.”

Pamela didn’t care if any of the park visitors – and there were plenty – witnessed her sharing a public display of affection like this with another woman. Sure, Pamela wouldn’t create a spectacle if she was with Nicolette, Elisabeth, or Mariko, or any of the others she was intimate with at work, but this was different. No, this was Lindsay, the girl she’d waited her entire life for, and it was Pamela’s new mission to spend every waking moment showing her how wonderful she was, how loved, how cherished.

Lindsay, on the other hand? She swatted at Pamela’s shoulder. “Not in public.” She backed off and fiddled with her earring. “Save it for later, okay? God. I don’t want people thinking I’m a lesbian or something.”

“Who cares what others think? It’s none of their beeswax.” Pamela sprung a grin. “You’re such a prude. A straightlaced, repressed, uptight prude.” She flung a finger toward her. “But a sexy prude.”

“A prude?” Colt raised an eyebrow. Man, he hadn’t seen Pamela this full of spunk, this energetic, in years. She’d been riding a high these past several weeks and may never drift down from it. “Lindsay? A prude?” Amusement hooked his mouth. “You sure about that?”

***

Following her three-week tour at the brothel, where she had sex with forty-one men and six women, five of whom were coworkers, Pamela and Colt invited Lindsay to spend a few days with them in Palm Springs. Not much had changed – the same strict rules were in place as a year ago, so it was mandatory that Lindsay take time off after her tour. Three weeks in a row was the hard maximum Colt allowed any lady (including Pamela) to work at Happy Ending Ranch.

Lindsay had no complaints, mind you, because after visiting Palm Springs, she would travel with the married couple to Maryland for an extended weekend. It’s gonna be awesome to go somewhere I’ve never been before, go sightseeing, see their house – where they live – and stay there. Included on the itinerary was a luxury dinner cruise in Baltimore’s famed Inner Harbor, indoor skydiving, a guided haunted walking tour, a visit to the National Aquarium, and hiking along Cascade Falls Trail.

Upon the announcement that Lindsay was returning to work in July, Happy Ending Ranch’s bulletin board exploded, and she was quite the busy girl (and happy hooker) these past three weeks. Amongst the forty-one men Lindsay fucked, Darius and Ryker made impromptu trips just to see her. I swore I’d never party with Ryker again after he creepjacked me out. But it was a new year, a new Lindsay, right? She had thicker skin now. Ugh, Ryker had me dress up as a schoolgirl and kept calling me Brooklynn again. Lindsay shivered. The same as last time.

Try as she might, Lindsay couldn’t convince Darius to invite Pamela in for another threesome and rekindle the magic they all once shared as he’d fallen on hard times and had piles of credit card debt to contend with. Maybe he needs to stop all his whoremongering! Darius purchased an hour with Lindsay, regardless, and she made certain he was glad he did. I charged him the least I could – five hundred bucks. Colt said no less than that.

I hope Darius and I get to party again. It’s so hot to fuck a Black guy.

Conrad, a forty-something from Mississippi, lost his virginity to Kenzie a mere three hours before his date with Lindsay commenced. I wanted to pop his cherry instead. When will I be with my first virgin client? Ramon, a college student from New Mexico, entered the ranch full of pomp and circumstance, but Lindsay humbled him in short order. Ramon was so unlike what he wanted everyone to believe he was. Brett, a U.S. Marine from Michigan who’d recently returned from a tour of his own, though his was much longer than Lindsay’s, paid for two hours and spent the remainder of the afternoon sharing pizza and laughing with her at the bar. That poor man said I was the first woman he’s had sex with since 2015.

Whether it was Dave, Javion, Chris, Victor, Matt, Avery, or any of the others she took care of, Lindsay made a vow to herself: I’m not going to forget their names or anything that happened during each individual party like Scarlett and Nicolette do. That would be a key to success in LPIN, something that would give Lindsay longevity. I want to learn from Pamela and be like her in every way. Besides, Lindsay didn’t have the mindset to discard her clients in a heartless way. I’m a people person, and I’m way too generous; I care. Colt says I’m too polite. Was there such a thing? Scarlett, by contrast, told Lindsay that every time a monger leaves the house, it was akin to taking out the trash. That hoe needs to quit her job and never come back, period. I cannot stand her attitude.

What appalled Lindsay most about Scarlett, as well as Nicolette, was that if their tricks came back and wanted a repeat party, they often covered up for their memory loss as Colt and/or Jim would give them detailed refreshers beforehand. I will never need Colt or Jim to tell me the name of a man I’ve already fucked and what I did with him, blow by blow. I’ll remember it myself.

How could anyone forget such a thing?

Eddie from Orlando, an older gentleman, came into town looking for a Daddy/daughter role-play, and though it hit a little too close to home considering everything that happened with Sammy, Lindsay agreed to it anyway. I was spanked and paddled for getting bad grades in school, and when I told Daddy how wet he was making my pussy, and how much I wanted his dick, he fucked me.

Hey, that boomer offered me eight hundred bucks...

Sammy robbed Lindsay blind back in June; all she had remaining to show for the ten months she spent as his sugar baby was a $70,000 2019 BMW 4 Series 440i xDrive convertible as its title was in her name. That’s the only reason Mike didn’t steal it from me too. The million dollars that were spread over numerous online bank accounts? He had access and emptied them the minute I left. The $10,000 in cash that she received for her seventy-two-hour rendezvous with Tony? The fucker pocketed it himself. All the gifts Tony had purchased were a thing of the past too.

I hate you, Mike. I hate, hate, hate you!

It’s not like she could go to the police, either in Nevada or Utah, and report him. I’d go to jail myself.

I need to get rid of that car. It was a constant reminder of the near-year Lindsay wasted of her life, a year she could never recover, and a year that should’ve been spent pursuing other interests.

“I’m sure that you don’t put it ... that’s not where that goes.”

“What?” Sunshine sparkled in Pamela’s eyes as she turned toward Colt. In a silly mood, she was scribbling lipstick onto her clenched fist. “I do what I want!”

“I’m not an expert on lipstick, but I think it should go on another part of your body.”

Laughter rippled her abdomen. “Shut up and mind your own business!”

I don’t know what the future has in store for me. But Lindsay did know that she loved Pamela and wanted to love Colt too. Look how happy they are together.

Her advances on Colt in recent weeks, though subtle and guarded, elicited far from the typical responses she received from men. Colt had mellowed out around her, no doubt, and little by little, his personality was shining through. He had a sense of humor and a sense of loyalty. But that loyalty, bullish as it was, threw Lindsay for a loop. I think it’s wonderful he loves Pamela, yeah, and that he’s so devoted to her, but loosen the reins, will you? You own a freakin’ brothel!

Dave loves his wife, too, yet he comes to the house a few times a year, and his wife is okay with that.

I mean, it’s just sex!

Of course, Lindsay understood there was far more at stake here than a standard GFE party or a casual summer fling. How could she have that happily ever after with Pamela unless Colt was onboard too? Pamela cannot be expected to continue living two separate lives like she has with us. There was no other option – it had to be a triad.

Lindsay failed to see things from Colt’s point of view. She didn’t understand why he wasn’t stumbling over himself at the opportunity of hopping into bed and having a three-way relationship, possibly a marriage, with her and Pamela.

Wouldn’t any other man? I mean, seriously? Lindsay’s lips folded shut. Pamela says that I need to be patient. Colt will come around. He needs more time.

Her chin dipped. But patience was never one of my strong suits.

“Oh my gosh, Pamela. How many lines are you going to draw on your hand?”

“I’m havin’ too much fun!” she said to Colt.

As for Lindsay’s vehicle, she had plans of selling it to a private buyer once making her way back to Nevada next week. Pamela suggests I sell it to this guy she knows. I don’t need it, and a cheaper car, something like a Toyota Corolla, would be fine.

Not only was the BMW’s insurance premium outrageous (especially at her age with two prior speeding tickets), but again, it reminded Lindsay of Sammy every time she saw it, let alone drove it. Plus, she could take whatever money was left over and stash it away for a rainy day. This time, the money will be mine.

Pamela also advised Lindsay to invest in U.S. Series I savings bonds. I have no idea what those are, but Pamela says they’re a risk-free investment, and I trust her.

Lindsay’s short-term goal, aside from furthering her relationship with Pamela (and Colt) was to be enrolled in some sort of college program by the end of the year. I’ll take courses online so I can continue to whore. One thing Sammy taught her was how important it was to get a quality education. I wish I applied myself more in high school. Maybe I could’ve gotten a scholarship if I wasn’t so worried about chasing boys.

“Oh, no,” Colt said moments later into his smartphone. “It was a disaster. Oh my word. You should’ve seen it, Jim. It was awful. It was an ocean. An ocean ... of women’s clothing. I mean, I needed the Jaws of Life to pry Pamela and Lindsay away from that place.”

Lindsay wrinkled her nose at Colt, but then stretched out the lower half of her new t-shirt and presented it to Pamela. “You like it? I think it’s cute.” The shirt, its primary color white, had an emblem for Modelo beer printed front and center. “I love Aeropostale.”

“It’s a cute shirt, I agree, but you’re too young to be wearing it,” Pamela said. “You shouldn’t be wearing any shirts representing beer until you’re twenty-one.”

“Eh?” Lindsay huffed and jutted her hip to the side. “Too young to wear a beer shirt?” She rolled her head. “Yeah, yeah, okay, I get it. I’m too young to drink alcohol – legally, at least – yet I’m not too young to suck and take dick from eight guys on a Saturday night in a whorehouse, and be paid for it, legally.” A twinge of fury surfaced. “Tell me, where’s the logic in that?”

Pamela extended both hands. “Hey, I don’t make the rules. All I ask is that you follow them.”

Anger mingled with irritation. “Yes, Mommy.”

“Someone has to police you, keep you out of trouble.” Grinning, Pamela stepped over to her husband. “Hey, Colt. Earth to Colt! Stop yakking with Jim about business so you, me, and Lindsay can go over to the aerial tramway in Palm Springs. They’re only open until three o’clock.”

He held up a finger and continued talking shop.

“Jim can take care of the house fine by himself,” Lindsay said. “God, Colt, you need to relax.” I could get you to relax if you gave me the chance.

“Colt’s a workaholic. All he does whenever we have our breaks is talk with Jim about the house. He’s always worried things will fall apart without us there to oversee everything.”

“Yes, she wants to go to Citronelle,” Colt told Jim.

“Has it fallen apart yet?”

“No. Jim knows what he’s doing. Colt worries too much, that’s all.” A pause. Pamela didn’t feel confident about this. “Hey, honey. Are you certain that you’re ready to go to Citronelle tonight? I mean, positive?” Trepidation crept through her veins. “We don’t have to go if you don’t want to.”

“Yeah, I’m sure. I want to.” Lindsay rolled her shoulders back and fastened them in place. “I need to go home and find closure.”

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In Jim’s eyes, Kenzie looked cute as a country bumpkin sitting inside the parlor, eating vegan peanut butter cookies that he’d prepared for her, wearing an overalls-style dress made of denim featuring a frayed hemline, a pink blouse with long sleeves, and purple spandex leggings. Oh, how Jim wished he could marry this girl and provide for her the same way Colt and Pamela provided for each other. He’d give anything to have the opportunity because he knew he wouldn’t screw it up.

But despite his best efforts, Jim was starting to realize that maybe it wasn’t meant to be.

His relationship with Kenzie was unique in its own right. They were friends outside the brothel. He got her a job here, and they hung out and did things together during their breaks. At times, they were inseparable. His attraction was multiplied by the steamy, racy outfits Kenzie wore around the house (and the fact he often saw her nude). She was dressed more conservatively now, however, having returned from a trip to Naturetyme Market with Mariko and Stacy, but still dazzled. And though she’d shot him down every single time, the twenty-seven-year-old had no issue with Jim’s ongoing sojourn to win her heart.

I don’t want a relationship, that’s all. Jim was a quality man, and if Kenzie was looking for love again, he would be at the top of her list. It doesn’t bother me that Jimbo is thirty years older, either, like people think it does. He’s my best friend and I care about him. But Kenzie’s focus was on her career as a courtesan. I could never be committed to someone and do this job at the same time. It would be so unfair to the man, and there’d be too many complications.