ELEVEN
The days of summer were far too quickly drawing to a close.
Helen had expected her lust to abate and instead it had only increased with
each encounter with Fallon. She tried not to examine her motives. Helen lay
back again the pillows, the mauve silk sheet draped over her hips, watching
Fallon as he dressed. She felt relaxed and content.
“Why don’t you ever have sex with your clients?”
Fallon’s hands stopped in the process of buttoning his
shirt, but he didn’t turn to look at her. This was her fifth visit to the inn
and summer was nearing an end. Rationally, she knew this couldn’t go on much
longer—eventually it would be discovered where she was going and what she was
doing.
Fallon sat on the edge of the bed and stared out the window.
“When I first came to Las Vegas I was as green as they come, but I wanted
excitement. I was determined to get rich and have lots of great sex.”
“Did you?”
He was silent for a long time before he continued. “I got
involved with the wrong showgirl and I paid a pretty hefty price for fucking
her. I spent a long time in the hospital. Basically the back injuries from the
beating left me impotent for a time. So I was broke, had a huge doctor’s bill,
and I couldn’t fuck.”
“My God,” she gasped. “Did they find the people who did that
do you?”
He laughed, but it wasn’t with amusement. “That’s not the
way it works in this world. But I did learn a lot and grew up pretty fast. And
I found a way to make the system work for me. At the time, becoming an escort
was the easiest and best way for me to make the cash I needed to get by. And I
set myself to learning other ways to please rather than using my cock.” He
shrugged. “It worked to my advantage in the long run. I taught myself a lot of
things along the way. The other thing I learned was that getting rich with the
cards wasn’t going to do it.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t leave.”
“Nope. I was hooked on the life. I like the lights, the
action—I just needed to find a way to make it work for me.”
“You said for a time you were impotent, but you’re not now?”
“No.” Then he turned to look at her, his gaze raking over
her as she lay there naked except for the sheet. “But, I’m guessing the reason
I have such a…loyal…clientele is because I don’t use my cock to please. The
service I offer is unique.”
Helen shifted uncomfortably in the bed. He was probably
right. She liked how he made her feel, what he did to her body. She never left
unsatisfied with their dates and the aftermath. This afternoon he’d given her a
sensual massage and then, much to her shock, he’d shaved her pussy. But it
wasn’t just a shave, he’d made her come several times as he played with her. It
was something she’d never forget.
But it was an unspoken challenge to attempt to find out if
she could get him to fuck her—if the price was right.
“You might be right. You certainly have a special gift for
what you do.”
“Fantasy Escorts gives me free rein for the most part.
They’ve been pretty good like that—not like some of the other so-called escort
agencies around Vegas. I was lucky to get in with them.”
“How long can you keep doing this?”
“I haven’t gone crazy like a lot of people do here. I paid the
hospital bill, kept my nose clean, and made some good investments. The escort
business isn’t the only thing I do in Vegas.” He turned to survey the room. “As
a matter of fact, I own this inn for a start. I’ve already started winding
down. I haven’t taken on any new clients since you.”
“I see.” But she didn’t really. This was the first time he’d
shared anything personal about himself and she had to wonder what had brought
this on today. She certainly saw a different face of him, knowing he owned the
inn. No wonder they never asked her any questions when she checked in.
“Do you, Helen?” He studied her for a long time and then
turned away to
The days of summer were far too quickly drawing to a close.
Helen had expected her lust to abate and instead it had only increased with
each encounter with Fallon. She tried not to examine her motives. Helen lay
back again the pillows, the mauve silk sheet draped over her hips, watching
Fallon as he dressed. She felt relaxed and content.
“Why don’t you ever have sex with your clients?”
Fallon’s hands stopped in the process of buttoning his
shirt, but he didn’t turn to look at her. This was her fifth visit to the inn
and summer was nearing an end. Rationally, she knew this couldn’t go on much
longer—eventually it would be discovered where she was going and what she was
doing.
Fallon sat on the edge of the bed and stared out the window.
“When I first came to Las Vegas I was as green as they come, but I wanted
excitement. I was determined to get rich and have lots of great sex.”
“Did you?”
He was silent for a long time before he continued. “I got
involved with the wrong showgirl and I paid a pretty hefty price for fucking
her. I spent a long time in the hospital. Basically the back injuries from the
beating left me impotent for a time. So I was broke, had a huge doctor’s bill,
and I couldn’t fuck.”
“My God,” she gasped. “Did they find the people who did that
do you?”
He laughed, but it wasn’t with amusement. “That’s not the
way it works in this world. But I did learn a lot and grew up pretty fast. And
I found a way to make the system work for me. At the time, becoming an escort
was the easiest and best way for me to make the cash I needed to get by. And I
set myself to learning other ways to please rather than using my cock.” He
shrugged. “It worked to my advantage in the long run. I taught myself a lot of
things along the way. The other thing I learned was that getting rich with the
cards wasn’t going to do it.”
“I’m surprised you didn’t leave.”
“Nope. I was hooked on the life. I like the lights, the
action—I just needed to find a way to make it work for me.”
“You said for a time you were impotent, but you’re not now?”
“No.” Then he turned to look at her, his gaze raking over
her as she lay there naked except for the sheet. “But, I’m guessing the reason
I have such a…loyal…clientele is because I don’t use my cock to please. The
service I offer is unique.”
Helen shifted uncomfortably in the bed. He was probably
right. She liked how he made her feel, what he did to her body. She never left
unsatisfied with their dates and the aftermath. This afternoon he’d given her a
sensual massage and then, much to her shock, he’d shaved her pussy. But it
wasn’t just a shave, he’d made her come several times as he played with her. It
was something she’d never forget.
But it was an unspoken challenge to attempt to find out if
she could get him to fuck her—if the price was right.
“You might be right. You certainly have a special gift for
what you do.”
“Fantasy Escorts gives me free rein for the most part.
They’ve been pretty good like that—not like some of the other so-called escort
agencies around Vegas. I was lucky to get in with them.”
“How long can you keep doing this?”
“I haven’t gone crazy like a lot of people do here. I paid the
hospital bill, kept my nose clean, and made some good investments. The escort
business isn’t the only thing I do in Vegas.” He turned to survey the room. “As
a matter of fact, I own this inn for a start. I’ve already started winding
down. I haven’t taken on any new clients since you.”
“I see.” But she didn’t really. This was the first time he’d
shared anything personal about himself and she had to wonder what had brought
this on today. She certainly saw a different face of him, knowing he owned the
inn. No wonder they never asked her any questions when she checked in.
“Do you, Helen?” He studied her for a long time and then
turned away to
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