The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 15 Part 3

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“You got a job doing what?”“Whoa, whoa, whoa, watch it! Quiet down!” Lindsay ripped the Bluetooth device from her ear and switched her smartphone to speaker mode. “Chillax, okay? I don’t want your parents or brother to hear you and have any suspicions about me and what I’m doing here.” If word ever got out … RIP my life.“Okay, okay, okay.” On the other end of the line, Evelyn Bancroft needed a moment to harness her thoughts. “This was … unexpected.” Another long pause ensued before Lindsay’s lifelong best friend back in Citronelle spouted off in a low tone, “You got a job at a whorehouse? You’re a prostitute? What the fuck, girl?” Evie hesitated again. “Don’t worry, I’m in my bedroom. No one can hear me.”“I like it.” Lindsay wished Evie had a calmer, more open-minded reaction to this stunning news, but expected this. The pair of eighteen-year-olds grew up two blocks apart in the shadow of Joshua Tree National Park in the southeastern California desert and had been BFFs since kindergarten. They were exact replicas of each other in certain ways and Lindsay believed she could trust Evie with anything. And this working at the brothel thing? It was eating Lindsay alive, and she had the burning need to tell at least one person back home about it.Just not her mom or dad.Or her three sisters.Any of them would kill me if they found out.And especially not Zack.God, no.“It’s not as bad as you think. I did almost a year’s worth of research before …”“Why would you get a job at a whorehouse?” Evie cut Lindsay off in mid-sentence, her voice an impassioned whisper. She glanced all around to make sure the coast was still clear. “What did you call it? A brothel? Jesus Christ, Lindsay! Aren’t those places swimming in drugs and disease? How did you get mixed up in this?”“It’s not as bad as you think,” she repeated. “It sure beats the hell out of living and rotting away in Citrosmell. I’ve done that long enough.” Lindsay’s snippy retort was accompanied by the classic teenage rolling of the eyes. “People and society in general have unfair misconceptions about whorehouses and the sex industry. Evie, you know me, and know I’d never get mixed up with drugs and …”“What do your mom and dad think?”“They don’t know, and you can’t tell them! You can never tell them!” Lindsay rolled onto her frontside upon the bed, her eyes wide, her tone as serious as it had ever been. “God, Evie. They’d freak out! You can’t tell Gina, Jennifer, or Alison either.” She fidgeted with the edge of her pillow. “You’re my best friend and I’m trusting you with the single biggest secret I’ll ever have in my whole, entire life! Don’t. Let. Me. Down!”“I won’t, I won’t.”“You have to swear. Swear to me you won’t tell anyone.”“Yeah, yeah, I swear.”“Pinky swear?”“Pinky swear.”Lindsay exhaled sharply. “Thank you.” Evie was the one person Lindsay confided in about everything. She’d never stab me in the back. But admitting this to her still seemed like a massive risk. An unnecessary one too. Don’t worry, you can trust her.“Come to think of it, yeah, I guess your mom and dad don’t know yet. But I can tell you this: I ran into your mom at Citronelle Market the other day and she was grilling me about you. She kept saying you ran off to Las Vegas and was sure you’d gotten into some sort of trouble and was acting like I knew all the details. She demanded to know what you’re up to and I’m like, Leslie, I don’t know. I swear to you, Lindsay didn’t tell me anything either.”“Did Mom believe you?” Mrs. Anastacio called and texted Lindsay daily and wouldn’t stop pressuring her about why she’d decided to leave home and move to Nevada. I’ve never seen her act this hardcore. Lindsay had been able to fend her off so far but didn’t know how much longer she could continue to do so.Evie laughed. “No. Your mother called me a liar.”Lindsay groaned and covered her aching forehead.“She’s gonna find out one way or another. There’s no way around it. She’s also pestered Katie and Shannon and it wouldn’t surprise me if she hops into her station wagon any minute now and drives off to Las Vegas and rips the city apart looking for you.”“I’m not in Las Vegas. I’m in this little town way north called Flagstone.” Lindsay massaged her temple again and winced. “It’s gonna be such a disaster when the shit finally hits the fan. I’m not looking forward to that moment at all.” She drew her shoulders back and flexed. “I originally told Mom and Dad I got a cleaning job at the Citadel Resort on The Strip but figured it would be too easy for them izmit escort to catch me in a lie. So, I told them I quit – it wasn’t the right fit – and have been working for this cleaning agency as an outcall maid. Told them I have a friend named Pamela and share a little apartment with her in Henderson.”“Henderson? Where’s that?”“Just south of Vegas.” Pamela told me she and Colt got married there ten years ago.“And Pamela? Who the hell is Pamela?”“She’s an actual friend of mine. A coworker.” My future wife! “Mom demands I text her back every morning and every night, too, to let her know I’m still alive. That someone didn’t murder me or something.” Lindsay levelled a glare against the far wall. “I’m old enough to take care of myself, you know? I don’t know why Mom has gotta be throwing shade all over me the way she does. I don’t need her help or her protection anymore.”“She’s worried about you. That’s why.” Lindsay sensed Evie was worried too and wanted to be certain she was okay. “I know you’re adventurous and have a wild streak a mile long, but good God, becoming a prostitute? This is so unlike you.”“I know.” Lindsay closed her eyes to absorb the reality but instead focused on all the money she’d made thus far and how her new career was already jumpstarting her life. Giving it the kick, the boost, it so badly needed. “I had to ditch Citronelle and this was my best option.” No, it was my only option. I was a failure in school and I’m not smart enough – not good enough – to go to college.… I refuse to sling corn dogs for the rest of my life.“Lindsay. Wow. I’m not passing judgment. Please don’t think I am. It just hurts like a bitch that you’re four hundred miles away and not part of my daily routine anymore.” Evie touched her chest and fought against the threat of tears. “I miss you.”Lindsay nodded dryly. “I miss you too. I miss you more than anything or anyone back home. No matter what, Evie, can we just continue being us? I’d like that, I need that. No matter how far apart we are, you’ll always be my best friend.”“Of course. I’d do anything for you.”A few moments later, their conversation had shifted.“Remember when you ate that apple pecan salad in Talia’s car and you forgot to ask for no bleu cheese? You decided to take out the bleu cheese and when you left, to like, leave and go home, you left your garbage in the car and the whole car smelled like bleu cheese.”“Oh my God. I still can’t believe I did that.” Lindsay couldn’t suppress a grin as she enjoyed a Diet Mountain Dew. She’d since wandered off to the kitchen and was surveying the snack possibilities. “Talia was so pissed.”“It’s too bad you skipped town, you know. Talia is hosting a post-graduation party Friday night at her house.”“Oh yeah? Who all is coming?”“Hmm, I think it’s gonna be Clancy, Anna, Katie, Shannon, Peter, and Celeste. It’s not gonna be a true party, I guess, more like a small gathering. Talia’s mom is cooking dinner for everyone.”“Celeste?” Lindsay’s nostrils flared as she snatched a sleeve of plain crackers from the cupboard. “Talia invited that inbred skank?”“Zack is coming too.”“Fuck Zack!” Lindsay let her guard down with her best friend, not concerned with putting up a false façade or trying to sound ladylike. “That snot-nosed prick can go to Hell for all I care!” She had the urge to fan herself. “He’s another reason why I wanted out of Citronelle.”Evie struggled to hold back her laughter. “Zack has been asking about you too. He said he talked to you the other day on the phone and you were very rude to him. Also says he’s going to find you in Vegas and win you back.”“Good fuckin’ luck!”Lindsay dated Zack off-and-on throughout high school and to say they had a unique relationship would be an understatement. Zack wasn’t the best or most thoughtful boyfriend. He was the quintessential, arrogant class jock and put himself and his needs way ahead of Lindsay’s. He was the top dog at Citronelle High and Lindsay was his armpiece – his little sex puppet.No matter how many times Zack frustrated and angered her, and she swore she’d never date him again, Lindsay would invariably wind up getting fucked by him later that afternoon or evening in the back seat of his car. Or in the auditorium after the school day ended. Or sometimes in the desert flatbed behind his house.Or some other, random place.Having sex and receiving its pleasures was in Lindsay’s nature and, the sad truth was, she had no one else to choose from in that little hole-in-the-wall town. I’m a yahya kaptan escort nympho; these nine days at the brothel has proven it. Her first boyfriend, Dustin Gadberry, caught her making out with Zack after school one day and instantly cut all ties, ending their relationship.It had to be Zack, unfortunately. Dustin refused to have anything to do with me after he caught me cheating. Really, what harm was there in sucking a little dick at the pool party that night? I mean, seriously? Come on, Dustin. It’s not like we were married. Who else was she going to curb her sex addiction with? Donald Stanlick? Ewwwww, gross … the indignities. Lindsay could never look past Donald’s pocket protectors and the way he slobbered all over the place during lunch hour when they were in grade school. Disgusting!Lindsay’s submissive tendencies were fostered and developed during the three years she spent dating Zack. Hate to admit it, but he used to make me lose my mind every time we had sex. Zack wanted to control her and make her his own, but unlike Sammy, do it in a bad way. Zack could’ve cared less about me unless I was sucking his cock or taking it doggy style in the back of his Mustang.With the guys she sees now, they’re a lot older and more mature – a lot sexier, too – and with Sammy, specifically, Lindsay believed he cared about her and would never harm her. Darius and Tony would provide and take care of me, too, if given the opportunity. It feels awesome to finally be around adults who are just as mature as I am. Lindsay wanted Sammy to make her his submissive pet, but unlike Zack, she trusted he would have her best interests in mind. Sammy was dominant and demanding with me last Tuesday night but was a cuddlebug afterward and gave me the best massage I’ve ever received.Would Zack ever do that? Oh, hell no. Zack wanted constant massages and foot rubs, but never returned the favor with something sweet of his own. Fuck him!“I’d like to branch out and escape from Citronelle too,” Evie said later in the telephone discussion. “I had a job interview yesterday at a movie theater in Palm Springs.”“Yeah? How’d that go?” Back in her bedroom, Lindsay was enjoying the afternoon snack.“I think it went well. No idea if I got the job yet, but they promised to call back in a few days and let me know. It will be a long commute each day, but worth it, I think. It was my first real interview too. I was so nervous.”“I can understand that.” Lindsay exhaled again and blew strands of blonde hair across her forehead skyward. “I had to go through an interview before getting hired here as well. It was gruesome. Scariest thirty minutes of my life.”“Clancy and I went to the arcade yesterday in Palm Springs, too, and won Paul and Norman, these two super cute stuffed squishmallows. Clancy said I hit the jackpot. I reached the five-hundred-point mark on the whac-a-mole thing and he suggested instead of getting a job at the movie theater, I should become a professional whacker.”Lindsay burst into hysterics. “Trust me, it pays well!”“We ended our trip to Palm Springs by getting ice cream at this joint called Scoops ‘o Joy.”“I’ve heard of that place.”“It was so good because it has a bunch of different ice cream flavors, and then you can add any kind of cereal mixed in with the ice cream, and they like, really like blend it up together so it wasn’t just like big chunks of cereal. It’s blended into the ice cream, and it was so good. So many toppings and everything; it was so good. Best ice cream I’ve ever had, not cappin’.”“Sounds tempting,” Lindsay said. “I’ll have to try it next time I’m in town.”“So, you meet up with guys and have sex with them?” Evie sounded incredulous. This was a profession she had zero knowledge about. “C’mon, tell me more about what you do. Spill the tea.”“Yeah. That’s what generally happens in whorehouses, you know.” I prefer the word brothel but think it’s best I be brutally honest and to the point. Why sugarcoat it? This is the only way I’ll get Evie to understand. “Clients pay money and the in-house prostitutes – we, us – fuck them.”Another long stretch of silence prevailed – Evie is probably trying to wrap her head around all of this – so she added, “I’ve had sex with eight guys over the past eight days.”“Eight guys? Wowwwww.” To her credit, Evie managed to keep her voice under control so family members wouldn’t be privy. “You’ve only had sex with Zack and Dustin before this.”“Yeah, eight guys.” And three women, gebze escort too – Pamela, Kenzie, and Becky. Lindsay wanted to admit that as well but wasn’t brave enough yet. I’ve had a crush on Evie for as long as I can remember and she’s one of the big reasons why I’m so attracted to girls to begin with. Perhaps one day, Lindsay would finally reveal her feelings to Evie. I’m in love with her and always have been. “I was with three guys this past Saturday alone.”“Wow. Eight guys over eight days? And three on the same day? I can’t believe you, girl. That’s freakin’ insane.”“I like it. I’ve met some interesting people too.” I fucked a black guy. Lindsay also debated whether she should disclose that. Probably not yet. And Sammy? Hmm, I’d love to share you with Sammy in a threesome, sweet thing. Talk about huge dicks and how you’ve always wanted one!“So, these guys … your customers …  aren’t there all the time, right? What do you do in your downtime?”“Normal stuff, really. First thing I did this morning was turn on some Gossip Girl and clean my room. It’s kind of like, raining outside, it’s cloudy, so I’ve taken it easy for the most part today, I’ve relaxed. No clients for me yet.”“But one could show up at any time, right? Out of the blue?”“Yep.”“That’s crazy. I don’t know how you do it.”“Oh, dude. You have no idea. It’s taken some getting used to, that’s for sure.” Lindsay laughed gently and imagined Evie lounging in her bedroom. She’s so sexy when she’s barefoot and chill. “Hey, you enjoy sex as much as I do, right? Look at how many times you’ve done the nasty with Clancy over the years.” I wish I could’ve joined in so he and I could tag-team you. “I think you’d enjoy working here too.”“No! No way! Lindsay, don’t say that!”“All right, all right, I won’t. I’m sorry.” Lindsay was giggling. “Didn’t mean to tease you like that.”“This is super crazy. And don’t worry about me telling your family or anyone else who knows you here either. Your secret is safe with me.”“Again, thanks. And thank you for being my sounding board.”“Yeah, well, you’ve been my sounding board a million times in the past.”“I’ve netted four thousand bucks here over the past eight days.” Lindsay puffed her chest out. “Nine days, really. That’s money I keep, take-home pay. Before taxes and fees, at least. And I still got two weeks to go before my first week-long break. My goal is to have a gross of twelve thousand on my first paycheck.”“Wait! What? Hold up a second! Slow down.” Evie’s jaw was dangling open, and her tone had dropped several octaves. “Did you say twelve thousand? As in dollars?” She choked on her own words. “Holy shit!”“I’m buying a car with my first paycheck!”   Topic: I’m so sorryPrivate Message to: Pamela_HERFrom: ChazWazzleI’m so sorrySent: July 25, 2018, 9:12 pm ESTDearest Pamela,First off, thank you for responding.>>> It’s been difficult to keep up with your endless barrage of messages, Charlie, and it’s never a good idea to call Colt (AKA my boss) and vent your frustrations about me to him. There was no need for you to involve him. Please don’t do that ever again.I sincerely apologize for making that phone call. Perhaps I overreacted to your silence after you e-mailed me three days ago? I’m a big fuck up, Pamela. I’ve been one my entire life and will never change. Maybe now you understand why I’m alone.I promise not to bombard you with messages anymore. Nor will I contact Colt again. At the time, I thought it was the only way to break through to you.>>> Life is a process. There are several things I’m doing to make life better for me and my family.That’s great! I’ve been worried about you and hope things work out for the best. I really, really do.>>> I receive countless e-mails from both potential and recurring clients every single day and always do my best to respond to everyone. But sometimes, it may take a day or two. Or three. Or more. The brothel keeps me busy and I have plenty of outside interests too.Remember when I told you I got angry at my niece because she didn’t call and thank me for the flowers I sent to her? Same thing applies here. I didn’t get angry at you, per se, but overreacted when I didn’t hear from you. I sent you that long, straight-from-the-heart apology for the offer I made but haven’t heard from you since. Not until today, at least.I felt guilty after sending you the original message where I asked you to come to Detroit and visit me. I felt like an idiot. I knew there was no way you’d agree to it and I’m fine with that. I shouldn’t have even considered it a possibility in the first place.>>> I like you a lot, Charlie. You’re a nice guy with a massive heart. But I’m cool if you decide to move on and see someone else at the house or even another house. It is your decision and I won’t be upset or take offense.

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