The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 33 - Sex Stories

The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 33

... was a long, tedious ordeal, full of red tape. Sometimes, it tookyears. Worst of all, Pamela realized that the legislative members of Flagstone and its otherpowers that be - notably Sheriff Spaeth - would strip Lindsay's life and history down piece by piece before ever approving a sale.

Would their continued digging and investigations unearth the sugar daddy/sugar baby relationship Lindsay once had with Sammy, illegal as it was?

And punishable by jail time.

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His hand atop her blonde head and moving in precise tandem with Lindsay as she bobbed up and down over his erection, Dave glanced around, and Christina saw him evaluating all the unique possibilities throughout the suite. "Piper, please go the lounger, there," he said, pointing.

Christina, next to Lindsay on her knees, turned to see the piece of furniture Dave meant: a convertible lounger that Lindsay told her was one of the most expensive pieces of sex furniture on the market, and for good reason. Billed as a "multifunctional, bondage-ready lounge" complete with twenty-eight cuff connector points, a chinrest, blindfold, removable pillows, and machine-washable material, it allowed one to raise and angle their body depending on what type of play they (or their partner) fancied.

Once Lindsay released her hand, Christina stood and dawdled through the suite, surveying all it offered: a sweetheart canopy bed, a plain blue dresser enhanced with gold hardware and topped with elegant décor like stacked ...

... books, flowers, and teddy bears; a mix of floral and gingham fabrics; interlocked ribbons placed flush to the pink walls, displaying nude modeling portraits of Lindsay, postcards, and other memorabilia; diverse accessories, a wood-trimmed fireplace; and the plush, yellow rug in front of which the lounger stood. A chandelier. Wicker chairs. A study desk that doubled as a makeup vanity. The wet, unmistakable sound of an accomplished blowjob. And a floor-to-ceiling mirror that showed a pretty girl, totally nude, her hair in disarray and lipstick smeared, drawing nearer to her destination. "Kneel down in front of the lounger, Piper, and bend over it," Dave said from the bed.

Christina obeyed her paying client, knowing what he would do to her was absolutely inevitable, and felt the velvet pile of the rug sink beneath her knees. The eclectic surroundings comforted her in some way. To be made to present herself to a stranger over a piece of "sex furniture" might represent a terrible shame, and Christina's skin might cry out for that shame so strongly it distressed her, but at least she would receive $750 for this ordeal.

"Ahh, very nice, very nice. Will you look at that?"

The color drained from her face and her breath had been reduced to a staggering wheeze.

"You're an awesome girl, Piper, and I can tell you're gonna go far in this business." Dave's footfalls echoed off the carpet as he'd approached and now stood above her, but behind the lounger. She gripped random ...