The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 34 - Sex Stories

The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 34

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Lindsay Anastacio stood at her assigned spot inside Eshelman's Grocery and surveyed the customers throughout the store. Most were in a crazed hurry, weaving in and out amongst the masses, looking to stockpile supplies.This place is a madhouse and these people are insane. The supermarket was incredibly busy, but that had been the new norm ever since the COVID-19 pandemic put its stranglehold on the world. Shelves up and down each aisle were devoid of product, with demand much greater than the supply, and both the produce and meat departments were barren wastelands.

Here Lindsay was, the runaway favorite for LPIN's Courtesan of the Year, pulling minimum wage as - of all things - a cosmetics clerk at a grocery store in suburbia Maryland.Thank you for destroying my livelihood, COVID. Negativity spiraled from the pit of Lindsay's stomach.Hell, not just that, but my entire life too. At this rate, would Governor Sisolak ever allow the brothels to reopen?I work way too hard here and make peanuts in exchange for it.

"How can this store be out of Clorox wipes?" Accepting the glaring anger that poured from a customer's eyes, a fellow employee stood across the way and took it like a champ. Lindsay, however, recoiled and felt violated by his tone. "Every time I come here, you're out of Clorox wipes. This place has gone tothe shits in recent months!"

I wish COVID would just fade away so I can finally go home again. Just the thought of returning to Flagstone spun Lindsay ...

... into the stratosphere of her submissive imagination.Please, sir, let's go back to my room so you can have your way with me in bed. That particular bed, in room thirteen, meant something special to Lindsay too. That bed, more than anything, washome. Perhaps not home with a capital H as most individuals would associate the word with. No, Lindsay's heart wasn't there, no one had taken her in and given her shelter, nor did it have any sweet or sentimental value. She hadn't had a true home since leaving it two years ago.

But that bed, where Lindsay earned the bulk of her income at Happy Ending Ranch, did meanhome to her. There, despite the debauchery and what the rest of the world may perceive of the dark lusts perpetrated on her, Lindsay felt herself more at home than she ever had before. In her little room stood that King-sized bed with the soft sheets, and though she allowed total strangers to do things to her in it that would horrify most women, those things made Lindsay happy - so happy that sometimes she felt like she would've done them even if there wasn't a massive chunk of change waiting on the other side of each party.

Well ... not really.

A middle-aged or perhaps elderly gentleman, frustrated with life, finding his wits hardly at his command from the pleasure Lindsay gave, taking him so deep into her throat that he felt on the verge of orgasm. The stranger would invariably ask her to ride him on the bed, then, reverse cowgirl style, but the action would ratchet ...