The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 38 - Sex Stories

The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 38

Lindsay meandered in a directionless circle on the corner of East Andreas Road and North Sunrise Way with a wireless Bluetooth device wedged in her ear. “I don’t know if we’re ever gonna reopen. That’s strictly up to the governor, no one else.” She tucked her hands in the back pockets of her cutoffs, causing them to slip lower on her slim hips and revealing the tattoo decorating her tailbone.

Holy kamoly.The design consisted of delicate, colorful floral arrangements, such as roses, lilies, and cherry blossoms. Since when did you decide to get a tramp stamp? Lindsay wore the shorts, a black spaghetti-strap top, and a rust and cream-colored striped halter that hung sexily off one shoulder and, Donald noticed with a dose of longing, was in amazing shape. In that outfit, she could make the concrete go up in flames.

“I think you should and, if we ever do reopen, I’d put in a good word for you with Colt, Pamela, and Jim.” Traffic was sprinkled throughout Palm Springs as if the roads were a playset that came with only a few cars. “What do you mean,you’re too old? Thirty-seven isnot old.” Lindsay blew out a breath and scratched her eyebrow with a pair of fingertips. “Trust me, I’ve come to learn over the years that guys like all types, and besides, you look ten years younger as it is. What are youtalkin’ about, girl? You’d make akilling at the brothel.” Lindsay abruptly stopped pacing and drew her shoulders back. “C’mon, you’re never too old in our industry. Your kids are ...

... all grown up and I think getting away from Rhode Island, getting a fresh start, would be the best thing for you. Plus, I’d love to have you with us.”

Oh, boy. Here we go.As he relaxed on a cement ledge fifteen feet away, his left leg extended, protective instincts stirred in Donald’s chest. A man in a red, button-down shirt and gray shorts approached from the left side, his sights clearly set on Lindsay.Don’t go messin’ with my squeeze. A flirtatious smile spread across the man’s cheeks, his teeth like pristine, polished jewels, perfectly aligned and as white as snow.He knows he’s hot stuff. Mr. Movie Star was impossible to miss, too – six-foot-five of rock-solid muscle, dark hair, dark beard, and brown eyes.A dickhead for sure. Exactly the type of guy girls like Lindsay, at least in Donald’s mind, were predetermined to hook up with – and ultimately have their hearts broken by.

Once closer, he took a swig of sparkling water and surveyed Lindsay from head to toe. He raised the bottle in her direction, as if to say,Hey there. Donald’s right sneaker dribbled the pavement and he wrestled with the impulse to pounce and strike.Look at that fool. Reminds me of an older Zack. He thinks he’s all that.

Lindsay’s eyes bounced up and acknowledged his presence, but then she turned her back and continued with the telephone discussion. “Yeah, Becky, of course I’m serious. Yeah, okay, that’s fine. Sure, no problem. I understand. Think about it, okay?” She shifted her weight from one ...