The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 33 - Sex Stories

The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 33

... rouse the hormonal beast within. Never mind the fact that in her current state, having sex with him was often the furthest thing from Pamela's mind, and with those wild and rampant mood swings that could strike at any given moment, she'd sometimes rather see him magically morph into a glazed strawberry doughnut than bed him.

But that was okay.

To him, a pregnant Pamela was God's greatest creation.

He took a seat on the bed and kissed her forehead. "Did you get a good night's sleep? How are you feeling? Is there anything you need from the kitchen or here in town?"

"Aside from the fact my back, my hips, shoulders, and pelvic bone are all in extreme pain, and I woke up seven or eight times throughout the night ..." She gave him a quote-unquote happy smile, "...yeah, I got a good night's rest."

Pamela and Colt were informed of Governor Sisolak's decision to allow the brothels to reopen before it became public and travelled here from Nevada last weekend to prepare the house and notify all their employees. Though Pamela could've chosen to return to her old profession as well - pregnant courtesans were rare, but a hot, in-demand commodity - the thought once never entered her mind.

Her priorities had changed.

"Can we go to Vegas when Jim gets here at nine-thirty, Colt?" Pamela winced, pressing the heel of her hand on the mattress to push herself upright. "There's a baby boutique in Summerlin that I want to check out."

"Of course, sweetie. Of course."Sleep be ...

... damned!

Pamela had opted to stay in the shadows since the house reopened, fearful a monger she knew would see her and want to book a party. The company line for anyone who asked was that Pamela had retired and moved on. Charlie Winters, from Detroit, broke down and sobbed like a toddler when Jim informed him on Wednesday evening that his ATF wouldn't be returning,ever, and pleaded to know where she had gone - and what she was up to.

"Can you get my medicine for me?" Every morning, Pamela took three prenatal supplements and an iron pill because being pregnant had caused her to become anemic. "I think they're over in the bathroom."

Pamela had deferred most of her in-house duties to Lindsay as well, knowing the experience would aid in cycling along her path to future ownership. Jim would have a stake, too, though a minor one. Pamela had done little, if anything, around the house this week, opting to binge on chocolates and relax her sore back. Knowing Lindsay sat in during Colt's forty-five-minute interview with Christina seemed surreal to Pamela, too, as three years prior, the roles were flipped, with her playing the proverbial good cop to Colt's bad cop during Lindsay's own interview.

"I'll make you an espresso too."

More than anything, the day Pamela and Colt would return to Baltimore - for good this time - could not come soon enough. They had already decided that their unborn son needed a sibling, if not two. However, transferring ownership of a Nevada brothel ...