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The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 06

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Chapter Six

Pamela stretched her arms high, emitted a deep, drawn-out yawn, and blinked her weary eyes. A blur of wavy blonde hair, her head thrashed from side to side in startled realization as the bed she spent the night in was bouncing and creaking in a lewd, rhythmic fashion beneath her.

“Good morning, baby,” Scarlett said in a gentle tone, shrugging her shoulders, her face scrunched up in an adorable manner. “And… sorry? We didn’t mean to wake you again.”

Pamela rubbed at the lingering discomfort in her lower back and, upon recognition, gazed into the face of her best friend. Scarlett’s features were ablaze with arousal as she rode Charlie’s cock cowgirl-style, her toned, luscious thighs straddling his pelvis, her magnificent, surgically enhanced breasts flopping about.

“I don’t want you to be sorry. Don’t ever be sorry.” Pamela had to clear the morning gravel from her throat before she spoke again. “Waking up like this is so incredibly sexy. It never gets old.”

The thirty-year-old reached out, twined her fingers around Scarlett’s hand, and squeezed. She then focused on their paying customer and smiled. “What’s up, Charlie? Good morning, baby. Couldn’t stop yourself from enjoying Scarlett again, huh? Well, can’t blame you there.”

Charlie’s body, though running on fumes, had a profound reaction to Pamela’s touch and sweet disposition. He’d become lost in the sensations that continued to build, the quickening, the pull from within. “I gotta fuck you one more time, Pamela. At least once more.”

Charlie made his return to the brothel last evening just as Sammy left following his three-hour GFE spectacular with Lindsay. Still wound up and excited with visions of marital bliss permeating his brain (and certainly not expected back so soon), Charlie spoke to Colt in the parlor and requested to see Pamela the instant he arrived. During his drive from Vegas, Charlie came up with an exciting idea and shared it with Pamela.

“You were incredible earlier, sweetheart. You gave me the time of my life and made me happier than I’ve ever been before. Who knows what the future holds? Who knows if I’ll ever be able to make it out here again? Tomorrow isn’t guaranteed. It’s not for any of us, right?” Charlie was becoming emotional, a fate that often befell most older virgins who visited the brothel, so Pamela gripped his hand to offer some moral support.

“It’s okay, baby. Talk to me.”

“I drove all the way back to Vegas but thought about you the entire time. You made every fantasy I’ve ever had become a reality, and I needed to see you again. So, I came back. Every fantasy, that is… except one.”

“Oh?” Her brows shot up. “What’s that?”

“I’d like to book an overnight party — a threesome — with you and the redhead. What’s her name again? And is she available?”

As luck would have it, Scarlett was available, and they’d partied through the night as a triad.

“Oh, my God; that feels so good. Oh, God.” Scarlett’s body flopped around like an Olympic gymnast atop Charlie’s dick as he thrusted his hips upward, his abdomen frozen, to create more mutual stimulation. “Keep going! Keep going! Oh, baby. Don’t stop. I’m gonna come.”

After three hours of one-on-one bliss yesterday afternoon, Charlie had been the centerpiece of a Pamela and Scarlett sandwich since eleven o’clock last evening with fragmented patches of sleep mixed in here and there. It was past nine in the morning now, and Charlie had forty-one minutes remaining in this threesome overnight party that set him back an additional $15,000 (plus another $750 in credit card processing fees).

Long specialty parties like this didn’t come cheap.

“That’s just the way Scarlett prefers being fucked, too!” Pamela trailed her tongue along Charlie’s neck and collarbone, down to his pectoral region, and he couldn’t suppress the gasp that escaped from his lips. “I looooove watching your big dick slide in and out of her like this.”

Charlie had been spoiled rotten by these two and, best of all, it wasn’t over yet.

Pamela’s eyes flashed with molten desire as she glanced back up at her girlfriend. “What do you say, Scarlett? Do I get another piece of Charlie, too?”

Seeming to be lost in her own personal ecstasy (though it was an elaborate act on her part to make their client happy), Scarlett placed both hands across Charlie’s chest and used it as a balancing point. She bounced atop his cock harder, faster, full of energy. “Give me a minute, baby.” Scarlett’s eyes, a lambent, jade green, soon closed, and she lifted her chin skyward. “Just one min…”

She let out a high-pitched screech and faked her twelfth orgasm since their party began over ten hours ago. That seemed like forever, and Scarlett couldn’t wait for this ordeal to finally end. I’m sick and tired of this pathetic excuse for a man bulldozing my insides. She was more than happy to hand the reins over to Pamela. Thank God; it’s her turn escort izmir now. Still, Scarlett was convincing in her actions and had Charlie fooled.

Pamela rose to her knees in the aftermath, hugged Scarlett, and kissed the side of her head, her face, her ears, and especially her lips. She tasted like alcohol and sex, and Pamela had a reaction of her own. These ladies had great chemistry and loved having threesomes with their customers. It was so much better than a typical one-on-one. The financial payoff was greater, and they shared physical responsibilities instead of being the sole focus.

Pamela had a hand on Scarlett’s ass, touching every gorgeous inch, and continued to serenade her with kisses and ear nibbles.

“Oh, dear God. That felt good. So, so good.” Scarlett was all smiles as her body crested downward from the height of an imaginary orgasm. Instead of focusing on Charlie, she met Pamela’s mouth with her own for a deep, amorous kiss that included plenty of tongue action. Though not bisexual in her personal, away-from-the-ranch life, Scarlett had no issues making out with Pamela and/or having sex with her. They tilted and twisted their heads frantically until finding just the right angle.

Charlie lay there watching, his heart hammering in his chest, and feeling as if he was on top of the world.

“You want your turn, sweetheart?” You better say yes.

Blushing and biting her lip, Pamela nodded, and cast her gaze toward Charlie. “I definitely want to fuck him again.” Though exhausted and wishing she could sleep for the next seventy-two hours, literally, Pamela knew she had a job to do. “Charlie’s my guy.”

Scarlett dismounted him and his cock wobbled and pointed up toward the ceiling. It throbbed, his balls full and aching, needing a proper release.

Charlie knew all along he was going to save his final load for Pamela. Well, that, and the fact he was in love with Pamela and had visions of riding off into the sunset with her to a whole new life. But even if that didn’t happen, Pamela was still going to be an integral part of Charlie’s life story forever. Since she’d popped his cherry, he would never, ever forget this woman.

Unlike most working girls, that knowledge held some weight with Pamela. While she wouldn’t allow herself to develop a true, long-term attachment for a client, she still cared about them long after they left the house and conversed with several through e-mail on a routine basis. A lot of the women in the industry, despite appearances, couldn’t care less for even their most loyal customers.

Scarlett rolled off to the side, changed out the condom again, and applied a generous helping of lubricant. She snagged Pamela’s wrist and helped her climb atop Charlie. I need a break from this loser. With her opposite hand, Scarlett grasped Charlie’s shaft and guided it toward Pamela’s tight little pussy.

“Oh, wow. You’re already wet.” Scarlett acted astonished as she popped the thick, flared head between Pamela’s tender folds. Again, this was a routine they’d practiced and perfected together over the years countless times. “How is that possible?”

“After what you and Charlie did to me overnight? The two of you rocked my world like it hasn’t been rocked in a long, long time!” Pamela laughed at her words, obviously an exaggeration, as she slid onto Charlie’s cock with a hearty, pleasurable moan. She impaled herself completely, totally, gloriously. To Charlie, it was too much, too good.

“Can this bed be any more defiled than it’s already been in the past ten hours?” Now it was Scarlett’s turn to reach out and fondle Pamela’s ass, round and perfect. “I mean, this bed of mine is iconic. It’s seen so much action since last night, it isn’t funny.”

Pamela leaned over and flicked her tongue across Scarlett’s lips. “Don’t worry, it’s got some more miles left on it, baby.”

“If we have time, once you’re finished having your fun with Charlie, I’m gonna play with your little pussy and make you cry out in orgasm.” Scarlett’s smile seemed to turn predatory, even sardonic. “In fact, I wanna fuck you with my strap-on dildo, too. The pink one… your favorite. Sound good, sweetie?”

Pamela nodded again, her eyes glazed over.

“I want Charlie to watch me fuck you.”

“Oh, man!”

“Thank you for everything, sweetie.” Scarlett was gracious as she bent over and offered a full-fledged kiss to Charlie’s lips. “Good Lord, lover. You know how to make a girl feel special. I’ve had so many orgasms being with you and Pamela, I lost count! I need to run off and use the restroom but promise to be back in a few minutes.”

Scarlett kissed Pamela again as well, then stood up and gathered her coils of mercury-red hair atop her head before allowing them to topple back down across her shoulders. The move seemed innocent, but Scarlett realized exactly what she was doing. To Charlie, she knew it was ridiculously sexy and would excite him even more. “You two kids have fun, okay?”

Without izmir escort bayan a stitch of clothing on, Scarlett sashayed out of the bedroom, her hips swaying seductively, and off to the washroom she shared with Kenzie down the hallway.

* * *

With Pamela now as his sole focus, Charlie reached out, palmed her breasts, and kneaded their nipples with his thumbs. Oh, God, sweetheart. Let’s ditch this place right now, run off, and get married on The Strip. The two temporary lovers made eye contact and smiled. You have no idea how much I care about you.

Pamela crinkled her nose, bent all the way over, and kissed him madly, deeply, possessively. “Oh, this has been awesome, Charlie. Thank you so much for coming back last evening and booking an all-night threesome with Scarlett and me. I’m so happy. We both are. I hope you’ve enjoyed yourself and this is a positive memory which lasts until the end of time for you.”

His hips bucked and churned, wanting more of Pamela’s pussy — all of it — as she was perched so lovely and snug atop him. I hope you last until the end of time for me, sweet princess. “This has been the best twenty-four hours of my life. You… you’ve showed me what it’s like to finally be happy.” Joyful tears streaked down his face. “I can’t… I can’t thank you enough for it, either.”

“My pleasure, baby.” Pamela was so sweet, so amicable. “I’ve enjoyed it.”

Charlie grimaced for a split-second, as his sister made him promise during their earlier discussion that he wouldn’t make a move on Pamela just yet. I want to do it now! “I’d love to come back later this year and see you again. Probably in September.” I’ll get to know you in e-mail and hopefully over the phone between now and then, show you how sincere I am, and how I could give you the happiness you deserve. Come September, he’d ask Pamela to go on an actual date. We could go to Vegas and have a blast.

His short-term goal was simple: I want you out of this house and living with me by Christmas.

Pamela peppered the stubble on his chin with kisses. “Oh, I’d love to party with you again in the future, baby. Please, please do come back in September. Just send me an e-mail first on the website and let me know the exact date and time, okay? I’ll be here. Or you can call and let either Colt or Jim know.” She kissed him flush on the mouth. “I’ll be here whenever you want, as long as you make an appointment first.”

Charlie grasped her waist with both hands as she transitioned into an upright position. “C’mon, honey. Ride me reverse-cowgirl like you did yesterday afternoon.” He shifted his hips restlessly, desperate to be inside her again. “That’s still the best orgasm I’ve experienced of them all.” With time an issue, Charlie needed to get off in the worst way possible. “I know you said it’s your favorite position. It’s so sexy to watch you bounce atop me.”

No, it wasn’t her favorite position. Pamela only claimed it was because Charlie enjoyed it so much. Her preference was missionary, though she didn’t care for intercourse at all anymore (not even in her private life with Colt). She enjoyed oral and cuddling more than anything.

Regardless, his cock still embedded within her, Pamela swiveled around on command as he put both his legs together in a straight, rigid line, the same way she’d instructed him during reverse-cowgirl yesterday. Charlie found Pamela’s firm, drum-tight backside and gave it a stinging smack, which caused her to yelp. She leaned all the way over and latched onto his knees.

Charlie grunted and closed his eyes as Pamela’s hips bounced atop his cock. Yet those eyes soon popped open as he again zeroed in on the image of her ass stretched so tight before him. He slapped it three times in a row, inciting Pamela further as she rubbed her nipples against his thighs. But Charlie dared not move or twitch his own hips. Yesterday, Pamela informed him she preferred he remained still and let her do all the work while in this position. She claimed it provided her the utmost pleasure. In reality, again, this position was uncomfortable for Pamela, and having her trick lay there like a stiff piece of plywood made it at least somewhat bearable.

But most working girls rode on top whenever they could because it allowed them to control the speed and the depth of the thrusting. Of course, there were those clients who wouldn’t allow them such control and wanted to keep it for themselves. These men used their dick as if it were a weapon, thrusting as hard as they could for as long as they could, and believed it provided more pleasure for the lady when all it usually did was cause pain and discomfort.

After twelve long years of working here, was it any surprise Pamela found little to no pleasure during intercourse anymore?

“Fuck, you’re so tight.” Charlie struggled to get the words out, and for a good reason. He felt drained and didn’t know where all this energy was izmir escortlar coming from. It had to be adrenaline, and Charlie figured he’d suffer a massive crash and burn once he returned to his hotel later. I’ll probably pass out like I’m drunk. “I love my tight, little Pamela. Damn, girl. Your pussy feels so good. So good.” Every muscle in his body tensed with wanton delight.

Charlie positioned the back of his head up against the headboard and allowed himself a clear, unobstructed view as his shaft invaded her. Lavish golden hair shimmered down the length of Pamela’s back in messy, tangled waves as she clutched her lower back with both hands, an excruciating, intense ache stabbing through it.

“I love seeing that ass, baby. Oh, fuck, yeah. C’mon, bounce on me. Bounce on me harder. Yeah, that’s it. That’s it. I like that. God, that ass looks so fucking good. I wanna have it for breakfast!”

“Oh, Charlie! Charlie! Oh, my God, being with you like this is so sexy.” It took all of Pamela’s willpower to continue this torment. “I could ride your dick all day long!”

What the fuck?” Scarlett stomped her bare foot on the floor in the nearby washroom as she glared at the latest text message on her cell phone.

>> Charlie has spent a lot of money. Offer him 30 minutes for free and I’ll make sure you’re reimbursed accordingly. I want Charlie to leave here with the best sendoff possible. Always want to put good customers first. Be done by 10:30.

“Goddammit, Colt!” Scarlett was piping mad, and in her mind, had every right to be. There were no microphones in the washroom, so Colt didn’t hear her brief outburst. He wouldn’t be happy if he did. “I’d like to get some sleep! I’m so tired. I can barely fucking stand up!”

Of the $15,000 discounted rate Pamela and Scarlett negotiated with Charlie last evening for eleven hours, Scarlett would receive a cut of $3,750 after splitting it with Pamela and the house. Two-girl parties like this were at a premium, and Scarlett charged $900 an hour for herself (netting $450) for them. That didn’t include what the other lady charged as her fee for a threesome. Usually, if it was Pamela and Scarlett, they’d charge $1,600 or $1,700 an hour as a duo, and to make it easier, split the proceeds. Scarlett wouldn’t do a split with anyone else.

Happy Ending Ranch got its fifty percent share, too.

In similar situations like this in the past with other working girls, this was where Pamela would run into trouble. They’d become jealous and claim that of the $15,000, $3,750 would go to them while Pamela and Colt, since they were the owners, would pocket $11,250. On the surface it seemed unfair, but what those ladies failed to take into consideration was that a sizable chunk of that $11,250 gave them a comfortable roof over their head, three healthy meals and snacks per day, unlimited supplies and drinks, other paid expenses, and it helped provide employees such as Jim, the bartenders, chefs, and maintenance their weekly paychecks as well. Not to mention all the other fees Colt and Pamela had to pay as business owners.

Their annual license fee for the brothel, as an example, was $19,000 by itself. There was the liquor license, property taxes, household utilities, and so much more.

Despite appearances, Scarlett understood Colt and Pamela weren’t shortchanging her. They’d never low-ball her. She knew how the process worked. Still, for eleven hours (and now an extra thirty minutes), Scarlett believed she deserved more.

>> I know you’re exhausted and not feeling well after a long night, so I’ll give you a $4,500 cut of the fee — a $750 bonus. You deserve it.

“Oh, wow.” Scarlett dropped her phone into the empty sink and blew out a breath after reading the latest text message. “And why exactly were you bitching about Colt, hmm?” She again glanced at her reflection, shook her head, and sighed. “He always takes care of us.” Still, Scarlett let out a little whine. “All I wanna do is go to bed….”

She texted back.

>> I’ll offer Charlie 30 minutes for free.

“Hey. You and Pamela doing okay?” Fresh out of bed, Kenzie stepped into the washroom and offered Scarlett a long, thoughtful hug. “You look like you’ve been through the wringer. Overnight parties are rough, especially when there’s another girl involved.”

“I’m good, but tired and want to go to bed.” Scarlett grunted as Kenzie kissed her on the forehead and stepped back. “I mean, Charlie’s the sweetest guy. He’s one of the nicest guys I’ve ever met.” Scarlett exhaled a deep, agitated breath. “But the man has no idea what he’s doing in the bedroom. I know Pamela feels the same way. This hasn’t been a fun experience for either of us.”

“He was a thirty-six-year-old virgin until yesterday, so of course he doesn’t know what he’s doing. Cut him some slack, will you?”

“Oh, I know he’s inexperienced. I do.” Scarlett’s demeanor was bleak, listless. “But it’s made for a monotonous night. A lot of babysitting and repeating the same things. Pamela and I having to show and help him, for example, with just where to stick it in. And he keeps asking us if it’s still in.” Scarlett rolled her eyes. “He doesn’t even know.”

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