The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 34 - Sex Stories

The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 34

Chapter Thirty-Four

Ten months earlier (FLASHBACK)

Friday, July 10, 2020

Fairfax, Maryland

Colt McCarron pulled up behind his home in Fairfax, Maryland, and cut the engine to his Hyundai Elantra. With the Coronavirus pandemic in full swing, he didn't keep set hours as an Uber driver. He worked until his lower back was so sore that it told him it was time to stop, or until he ran out of patience for driving all over creation to pick up random passengers and get them to wherever it was they were going. The job itself wasn't demanding and the pay was good, though that was offset somewhat by having to purchase a used vehicle (and all those trips to the gas station). There was no way he'd put 1,000 miles a week on his precious Jeep Wrangler for the sake of hauling around strangers. Still, doing rideshare every other day kept Colt busy as he, along with the rest of the world, waited for this shutdown craziness to end, and things to return to normal.

If they ever would.

And to add more stress and uncertainty, several mongers in the LPIN community were voicing concerns on Happy Ending Ranch's bulletin board that Nevada Governor Steve Sisolak wouldnever allow the brothels to reopen. How fair was that, really, with several Las Vegas hotels and casinos reopening a month ago at one hundred percent capacity?

Using his smartphone, Colt checked the GoFundMe campaign he'd set up for his employees who'd suffered the most financial difficulties in the past four months. ...

... Crowdfunding was now at $6,388 but had slowed down considerably since he launched the fundraiser three weeks ago. His plan was to divvy up the pot in equal portions to Sahara, Riley, Nicolette, Mariko, Jim, Francisco, Jenn, and Mindy, except for donations with specific directives attached to them. Dave Gregory, for example, sent an e-mail that his $1,000 handout was to be exclusively split between "Pamela and Kayleigh."

Speaking of Lindsay, her Volkswagen Beetle wasn't at the house when Colt pulled in. That meant he and Pamela would be alone. Well, at least until Lindsay's shift at the supermarket ended.

A smile broke through his lips. This was new. Coming home to Pamela (and Lindsay, too) these past four months was something Colt liked far more than he ever anticipated. They were 2,500 miles away from Flagstone and that cursed brothel, and truth be told, it felt really damn good. Sure, he was concerned for his employees, especially Nicolette and Jenn, but a part of him would be fine if LPIN forever ceased to exist. As for now, Colt no longer had to worry about how many mongers would sink their dicks into his wife on any given day. Or his girlfriend gushing about her latest party, and how kind the man was to her.

He and Pamela had to make Lindsay swear that she wouldn't go the illegal route and start escorting throughout Baltimore. For a while, it was a legitimate concern as she seemed intent on it. Earning eleven bucks an hour as a cosmetics clerk at Eshleman's Grocery ...