Total pages in book: 38
Estimated words: 35908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 35908 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 180(@200wpm)___ 144(@250wpm)___ 120(@300wpm)
Right Hand Saloon.
Nerves exploded in her belly and she nearly rode on by only to circle around and head back to the station. Instead, she turned Polaris toward the hitching post out front of the saloon and swung down. Fingering the reins she curved her hand around the leathers before looping them around the post.
“Here I go, Polaris.”
Her gelding twitched his ears but otherwise didn’t seem to be the slightest bit interested in her issues.
“Thanks a lot.” His tail flicked and snapped her on the back. With a glare in his direction, she stomped up the steps and pushed inside. Two things hit her at once. The heat and the smell. Perfume, stale beer and unwashed bodies. Nausea smacked her in the face and she didn’t understand how men could come in here.
Three women looked up from where they walked around the room, delivering drinks and flirting with the men there. Two of the women were white, one with red hair and the other a deep chestnut. The third was of Asian descent. Their dresses were corseted at the top showing off a lot of skin and when one walked around the table, she realized, there wasn’t a skirt to it only a bit of material around her regions.
Averting her gaze, she exhaled sharply and struggled to regain her composure. It wouldn’t do for them to see her blushing and stammering like she was embarrassed.
“Robert.”
Lifting her head she found an older woman walking across the room toward her, her black hair streaked with some gray. Her full figure was impressive as was the way the men all treated her with respect. Unlike the other women, her dress was an actual dress and covered her, even if the top was far more risqué that she would ever wear.
“Sharla is with a customer right now,” she said with a smile.
“Just came for a bath.”
Her eyes narrowed and ran over her head to toe before she nodded. “Sure. I’ll have one brought up to you in the last room on the right.”
“Thank you.”
“Megan. Come see Robert up to the bathing room. Candella and Rita, get the tub filled as quick as possible.”
The Asian woman, Megan, she supposed sashayed up to him and smiled, settling a hand on his arm.
“Come on Robert. Maybe I can convince you to give me a spin even though I’m not Sharla.”
Rebecca cleared her throat and allowed the woman to tug her to the wide staircase and lead her up. From below the brim of her hat, she looked over the men there. No one paid her any attention as their focus was on the women, drink, and cards.
At the top, she turned to the right, Megan still on her arm brushing her breasts against her as she got closer and closer. Rebecca longed to push her away but had no clue as to how her brother acted here.
If she’d not wanted a bath before, she sure did now.
“Sharla is in with Big Jake,” Megan announced as they made their way down the hall.
All she could do was nod. I am so far out of my depth.
Grunting and squeaking bed springs filled the air along with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Mortification rushed up her face and she dipped her head a bit more, praying it didn’t show.
“That’s it girlie. Take Big Jake’s dick. God you know how to ride it. I’m going to fucking cum all over you. All over these brown tits I’m going to streak my white cum. For starters, gonna make you think twice about ever refusing me.”
The mumbled reply was followed by a smack of what she could only assume was hand to skin. Then more moans.
Her steps slowed, if that woman wasn’t there willingly?
Really, what could she do? She wasn’t strong, totally outnumbered. Disgusted with herself, she glanced at the woman who insisted on walking beside her, ensuring their arms remained linked.
If it bothered Megan, she didn’t show it. Then again, the woman was around this kind of thing all this time, probably didn’t even give her pause. Rebecca didn’t hold anything against her, a woman had to find a way to survive.
“When is that station manager of yours coming back out here, Robert?”
That got her thinking about something other than her embarrassment of hearing two people fuck. And…whatever else that was about.
“Come again?”
“Cyrus? Cy Spencer? That man used to come here but hasn’t in a while. When you see him next,” she paused to open the door to the last room, “tell him we miss him here.” Megan smiled and bit her lower lip as she dragged her finger down between her breasts, the tops of them nearly spilling free of her corset.
“I’ll do that.” She looked Megan in the eyes, not focusing on where her finger was going or the blatant offer.