GoldLust by Sky Robinson

speak.” Opal looked Emma in the eye,
unflinching, as she waited for an answer.
    “You want to turn my kitchen into a saloon?” The proposition
was sound, at least on the money end, but what about the logistics of having a
house full of drunken, randy men?
    “I’ll be sure not to let anyone drink too much. You know how
I despise drunk men anyway. It’s just a chance to do a little entertaining and
make some extra money for both of us. It’ll probably be good to have a little
saved up for the winter. Kate will be gone, but you could easily replace her
rent with this money and you wouldn’t need to find another renter.”
    Opal was one hell of a saleswoman, but Emma didn’t expect
anything less. She had a great point. Emma didn’t want to have to find another
renter, especially over the winter. And she still hadn’t found gold.
    It would make things easier if she had the extra cash.
    Emma blew out a long breath. “We can try it, as long as it’s
okay with Kate. It will be louder in the house, and you can set limits to the
hour of night you would like everyone out.” Emma looked at Kate as she waited
for her response. It was doubtful that Kate would say anything against it even
if it bothered her. Emma needed to make sure she had a say.
    “It’s fine with me. I’ll just stick some cotton in my ears.
I do every night anyway,” Kate said with a chuckle.
    It probably wouldn’t be a problem, Opal liked to shut down
shop pretty early in the evening. Emma hadn’t known that the reason was because
Opal despised drunken men, but it made a lot of sense as to why she stopped her
services so early.
    “We’ll give it a two-week trial period. That’s when I’ll be
back next.” She didn’t know what she was worried about. Opal was responsible
and polite, and could afford to replace anything that got broken, not that Emma
owned anything of value anyway.
    “Fantastic. You won’t regret this,” Opal said. “Now drink
up, ladies. It’s time for a celebration.”
    The women ate the fabulous food and drank Opal’s wine, and
two hours later they were all a little giddy. And then Emma and Kate turned in
for the night and Opal went to work.
    Emma lay alone in her bed while the sounds of Opal and some
man thrusting into her came drifting down through the floor. She put a pillow
over her head, but it didn’t stop the moans of pleasure from disturbing her
peace, and images of James naked in the cave kept invading her mind. Damn the
man anyway.
    Her body burned with pent-up need as she lay tossing and
turning, hoping for sleep and not coming even close. Emma could have had him
doing the same thing to her if she hadn’t been so sensible, so stubborn. It was
only human, a natural part of being a woman, to want a man’s cock between her
legs.
    But Emma didn’t have to take a man home with her to feel
pleasure. She moved her hands down to the burning need between her legs. She
knew what she liked, knew how she needed to be touched. Why couldn’t she take
care of her own needs? It was what an independent woman needed to do, and she
was damn sure staying independent.
    Emma entered a finger into her wetness. It wasn’t James’
cock, but it would have to do. No emotional drama could be caused by her
finger, unlike James. He would always bring trouble. Lots of it.
    Emma moved her other hand to her breast and squeezed the
nipple between her fingers just as James had. Her core started to hum.
    She moved one finger in and out of the wetness and heat and
then added another. Opal’s moans filled the air along with the slapping of some
random man’s thighs against hers.
    Maybe Opal had it all figured out. She had complete
independence, plus her body was being satisfied all the time. The woman made a
ton of money pleasing men. It wasn’t a bad lifestyle. Not nearly as bad as Emma
had thought before she met Opal. Some of the girls had it a lot rougher though.
    No, Emma could never be a prostitute. Not unless things were
so dire and