Harem Ring 2: Kelsey's Price by Jen Eastwood

HAREM RING 2:
    KELSEY'S PRICE
    It had been slow that afternoon, just like any other weekday. The only two through the door were already up the intermediate wall, one girl average looking. The other, however, piqued my interest better than enjoying a blowjob while eating a rack of ribs.As easy as the ring made life, I still had to work for a living like everyone else. Coaching at the rock climbing gym didn't pay well. At least, not until my inheritance made getting hefty tips a cinch.
    It had been slow that afternoon, just like any other weekday. The only two through the door were already up the intermediate wall, one girl average looking. The other, however, piqued my interest better than enjoying a blowjob while eating a rack of ribs.
    Real estate agents in between sales calls were frequent visitors, but these two were new. I could tell the spare was better at the game, driving herself and her hot friend in a damn nice SUV. She'd be good for another generous tip, at least.
    But Kelsey had ass for days, shaped just perfect for those black yoga pants that hugged her like a second skin. As a belay, you're never supposed to take your eye off of someone on-rope. I was watching her ass like a starving hawk.
    I didn't expect any money from her, but I did have a request in mind. As her foot slipped from one of the tricky spots, I tugged the rope and halted her fall. The harness tightened around her thighs, sticking her perfect rear out like a beacon. Stopping myself from yelling, “Nice ass!” to some customers had always been an issue working there.
    Kelsey had enough, her flats made more for fashion than gaining traction on a foothold. She was a good thirty feet up and nervous. “Feed yourself rope and get horizontal. The harness will hold you. Walk down, don't jump.” Jumpers were always an issue, smacking their shins against a jut in the wall because they think action movies are instructional videos on rappelling down a rope. The ring also made cutting that crap out a matter of giving the instruction once.
    Every careful step Kelsey took brought her petite, yet generous roundness closer. I wanted it for myself.
    As she made the last few steps down I asked, “So what do you do for a living?” I knew already because of the vinyl sign on her friend's Lexus, but it did the job.
    “I'm a realtor. Mainly with rentals.”
    It was an in. “I'm looking for an upgrade from the place I'm at now. Have anything good off the top of your head?” I gave it a quick thought before she could answer. “Anything for rent out in the country? Some privacy would be awesome.”
    Kelsey finally had her feet on the safety mat. I pulled the rope through the descent device as she said, “There's a place fifteen miles from here that's perfect.” She sounded hesitant.
    “I'm off at five and I can be there with my girlfriend by six. You available tonight?” It was short notice, but I knew Angela wouldn't be as happy with my apartment if she weren't under the ring's influence. It tingled around my finger, just like it always did when I looked after the wishes of others.
    “What's your range on the rent?”
    I'd gone from maybe fifty dollars a week in tips to clearing several hundred a day. “Anywhere from the four-fifty I pay now to a grand at the most.”
    I could tell she was getting ready to high-ball. “Nine-fifty is what the owner wants, no utilities paid.”
    Out of my range, but I knew better than to trust anyone with a financial interest in not telling the truth.
    “Give me an address, and we'll see you there in a few hours.”

Angela and I showed up a couple of minutes late. It was a nice A-frame, surrounded by a hayfield ringed by thick trees. And only one neighbor barely in sight. Peace and quiet was definitely an upgrade from the student slum I'd settled on before.
    Kelsey stood beside her little Toyota, legs and arms crossed. She'd already changed, trading in those wonderful yoga pants and tank top in for a white blouse and pencil