The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 38 - Sex Stories

The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 38

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“My parents never went anywhere.” She again threaded a hand through her hair. “I know that sounds really random but let me explain. I read tons of books and magazines when I was younger. I was big into maps and travel brochures.”

Donald nodded but didn’t say anything.

“I used to beg them to go on trips,” Lindsay continued. “I wanted to see Los Angeles, San Francisco, San Diego, and especially the Pacific Ocean. Hawaii. I wanted to see farmhouses, plantations and rolling hills in the south. The Statue of Liberty, Glacier National Park, the Vegas Strip, the Space Needle. All the places across the country my books talked about. Hell, all the places shown on television and in the movies too.

“But my parents, they never wanted to. Before I got out on my own and became independent, I saw the beach – the ocean –one time when I was a kid, when we went to San Diego.”

“One time?” Donald drew his head back. “How is that possible? The beach is only one hundred and twenty miles from where we grew up. My parents would take me and my brother there several times every summer.”

“Mom and Dad never felt the need to leave Citronelle and, on the rare occasions they’d change their minds, Palm Springs was usually as far as we went. So, I never got to travel. And as I got older and realized how peculiar that was, I became frustrated. I asked ifI could go. Go see Ariana Grande live and in concert at Dodger Stadium with Evie and her mom. Spend spring break with my ...

... cousins up in Oregon. Go to camp. Get a job for the summer somewhere else, anyplace other than the fairgrounds and having to dip corn dogs at Buns on the Run.” Suddenly, her voice cast a vicious swath through the air. “But I always got the same answer: no.”

Damn. He squeezed her hand. “I can see why you’re so against Citronelle and everything about it. It wasn’t right of your parents to confine you like that.”

She stewed, easing her bitterness. “In high school, I felt resentful. But I didn’t have the grades, nor the financial means, to go to college. If I did, I would’ve chosen somewhere on the other side of the country just to stick it to my parents. Syracuse, Florida State, Miami, I dunno. Regardless, I wasn’t staying in Citronelle after graduation. One way or another, I was getting out.” Then she nodded. “That’s where the brothel came in.”

A chill coiled up Donald’s backbone.

“I’d have a roof over my head and earn a paycheck at the same time. Donnie, Ilove sex. I always have and always will. Yeah, working at a brothel sounded perfect. But if my mom knew, it would’vekilled her. I lied as long as I could about my job and what I was truly doing in Nevada, and then Utah, and that itself became exhausting.” Lindsay brushed a hand under her nose like a child with the flu. “In a way, I’m glad she and my dad finally found out.

“Would I like to make amends and coexist peacefully with them, like a family?” She took a deep, pained breath, and closed her eyes for a moment. ...