The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 38 - Sex Stories

The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 38

... life, will she? She did tell him during the car ride from Citronelle that she hoped to one day earn a collegiate degree in Forestry and ultimately become a park ranger.Maybe selling sex is a faze for her? Or maybe, just maybe, the Nevada brothels never reopen, and she is forced to transition toward her next career?I like that idea.

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“My head hurt really, really bad last night and I almost feel like that’s a tension thing – I have no idea – but I’ve felt so stressed out for the past week. Maybe it’s just a PMS or hormonal thing, I don’t know. I’m just getting really stressed out and I’m starting to feel like I’m really, really spread thin right now.” At the pizza parlor, past noontime, Lindsay was venting as she shared lunch with Donald in a corner booth. “I keep thinking that there’s gotta be a way I can make things simpler for myself. There has to be a way that I can figure my shit out and, you know, enjoy my life in a better way. I work really hard and do things to make myself happy and, like, make my life what I want it to be.

“But when I’m moving this fast and I really don’t feel well, it’s justhard. And when you add in drama like last night with my family, it only makes things harder. I feel like it’s that I try to do too much in a way, I don’t know … I’m not sure right now.”

Anger pricked at Donald. “Why would you travel to Utah and let some man disrespect and use you for three days straight?” Regardless, he spoke in a whisper, first looking ...

... around to see if anyone else was eavesdropping. “Tie you up and … wh-wh-whip you.” The bombshell that Lindsay had dropped moments ago – admitting that she escortedon the side, away from the legality of the brothel, shook him to his depths. And the knowledge that she willingly allowed this individual to inflict pain on her?

“Mr. Phalen offered me thirty thousand dollars in cash, plus free travel in a private jet and all other expenses paid too. It was only three days. I mean, in the middle of all this COVID bullshit, how could I pass that up?”

Donald said nothing, just stared at her blankly while concern mounted on his face. It tore him to shreds to think that Lindsay, despite denying it, might have experienced a traumatic experience with this “Mr. Phalen.” Another self-entitled prick who just wants to get his rocks off with her.

“The man is a business tycoon, a millionaire many times over.” Lindsay rubbed her temples. “I mean, to men like him, thirty thousand dollars is nothing. It’sMonopoly money. I’m a transaction to him, nothing more.”

Donald’s eyes narrowed. “Not only is what you’re doingnot safe, but it’s also illegal.” Perhaps it was stuff like this why Lindsay’s family refused to reconcile with her? What justification could she possibly have that would make any sense for doing this? For risking her freedom?Money is not an answer. “I don’t want to see you get hurt, nor do I want you to get into any trouble with the law.” Their fingers were interlaced, and ...