Springer, Jan - The Pleasure Girl [The Desperadoes 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) by Jan Springer Page A

him, so he would be fine.
    So she’d brought the money he’d had in the feed sack downstairs to the basement and hid it in the fruit cellar behind a shelf. She’d quickly checked the amount and it was exactly half of what he owed her, as he’d said. Having that much money in her hands, in her basement, caused her to be nervous. It was just way too good to be true. Great sex and getting paid for it. Amazing. She’d also dressed in the clothing he’d indicated in that package. The negligee was similar in style to the other one, except this one was black, the skirt part was quite short, revealing the thin panty she wore underneath. A panty that also had a wide opening so he would have easy access to her.
    She worried her lip and gazed down at herself, whimpering as she caught sight of her bare breasts sticking out seductively through the openings. She’d been stunned to discover he wanted her to wear such a provocative garment. But after her initial reaction, her pussy had clenched with such a desperate need to have him buried deep inside of her again that she’d been surprised at enjoying the erotic sensations shimmering through her at the thought of Logan gazing upon her breasts while she wore something he’d picked out.
    She couldn’t believe how easily he’d taken control of her body. Couldn’t understand why she wanted him back in here with her so badly. Was it loneliness? Had she been living out here by herself for too long? It hadn’t bothered her too much. She’d always been a bit of a loner, preferring her own company to others. Her husband had been the exception. He’d been the same as her. An introvert like herself.
    They’d been true nerds, interested in farming the old-fashioned way and creating organic foods for their community. That was how she still made some of her income. Growing organic food in her greenhouse out back. Not that people cared if the food was organic or not these days. Empty bellies made people desperate, and they accepted all kinds of crap on the market.
    But she’d managed to keep her vegetables clean and her prices from skyrocketing, refusing to take advantage of the desperation that was so rampant nowadays. During her last trip to town a few weeks ago, the last her horse had taken before he died of old age, she’d heard that in some cities people were turning cannibalistic out of desperation for meat. They were reverting to kidnapping people off the streets, killing them and cooking them, preserving them and even selling them as meat.
    Teyla forced those horrid thoughts away. She preferred to live in her own fantasy world out here. Beyond her property was none of her concern. It was better this way. It kept her nerves intact. Nerves that unfortunately, weren’t quite intact at remembering Logan saying he wanted the agreement to include her having sex with his friends.
    A wave of anguish washed over her. Three men? Oh lord. How would she be able to handle that? Would she be embarrassed or react as she had with Logan, easily succumbing to pleasure? She’d never given up total control to a client before.
    At the sound of his boots on the steps outside, she resisted the impulse to dash over to the chair where she’d laid her robe over the back of a chair. No, she wouldn’t hide herself from him.
    He was her client. He was paying for her services. She was glad she’d applied some more delicate perfume on her wrists. It would cover the scent of her arousal. At least she hoped so. She didn’t want him to know how hot she was for him. She needed to keep things strictly professional.
    She felt anything but professional as the door creaked open. God help her, she couldn’t stop herself from glancing over her shoulder and gasping at the erotic sensations wrapping around her like a seductive glove when she caught sight of how wide his shoulders were as he stepped inside the kitchen, his arms laden with a pile of firewood. Kicking the door shut behind him, he stopped when he caught