The Girlfriend Experience Ch. 32

“Back in the day, we used to have paper ledgers – big logbooks – and that’s how we kept track of all the revenue and expenses for the house, how many parties each girl had during their stays, their net payout, and so forth. I’m talking financial statements with mortgage and licensing fees, liquor fees, water, electrical, and cable-Internet invoices … everything was kept on paper. The whole shebang. And it was a jumbled mess.“But you see this here, sweetheart?” At the desk in the main office, Colt pointed toward the laptop as Lindsay hovered above his shoulder, curious. “Over the past year, we’ve transitioned all our record keeping to online accounting software. I don’t know why I resisted making the change for so long because this really takes the pain out of manual bookkeeping. Here, let me show you. This is your ledger and a running tally of all your parties and income since you came back from break on the fifth.”“It says I’ve had thirty-nine parties totaling fifty-three hours.” Lindsay puckered her lips and gave a halfhearted shrug. “Sounds right; I can’t argue with that.”“Oh, it’s right. We track everything. And down here,” Colt said, scrolling with the mouse, “see? Your gross pay, the house’s fifty percent included, is sixteen thousand five hundred fifty-three dollars. Nine of the twenty-two days you’ve been here you haven’t met the rent threshold, so … clicking here, you owe us two hundred and seventy dollars in rent. The six-sixty you see on this line is the amount in tips you owe the staff, and the two-sixty-four is the daily food and snack tax we implemented earlier this year. All these numbers are updated daily.” Colt rolled his head as Lindsay tickled the nape of his neck and surfed to the bottom of the page. “Your net payout for this tour is fifteen thousand three hundred and fifty-nine dollars … so far.” He pulled the back of her hand to his lips and kissed it.Lindsay made a cute, little face, and twirled about as if she was a bobblehead. “Not bad for a nineteen-year-old high school wannabe flunky, huh? And for only twenty-two days of work?” She twitched her nose. “I have no idea why more girls my age aren’t looking to get into sex work.”Colt’s head jerked up and his lips curled into a wolfish smile. “Beats dipping and frying corn dogs, doesn’t it?”“I’ll say.” Lindsay bounced on her toes and stifled a silly grin. “Tell me more. I want to learn everything there is to know so I can help you, Pamela, and Jim run the brothel. I want to do my part.”“All right. Let me pull up the expense report.”Lindsay shivered and cinched the heavy flannel shirt tighter around her torso while glancing out the window. The back porch looked like a comforting beacon, illuminated by a yellow glow from the old-fashioned lantern. Snow fell like powdered sugar through a sifter and the soothing scent of fireplace cedar laced the office.This was the second snowfall to hit Flagstone in the past week; the first came on November 22.The storm was supposed to continue into tomorrow and drop upwards of five inches in some parts of the valley and perhaps cause closures of U.S. Route 95. Area residents took advantage of the rare accumulation as they flocked to Bella Park to frolic in the fluff, sled down the hills, and build snowmen.Sahara and Riley couldn’t resist the urge as the two Southern California girls went to the backyard earlier and frolicked like children in the elements for two hours. When they came back inside, Lindsay took notice of how cold their legs and feet seemed to be, and with the snow melted on Sahara’s jeans, the mirage of wallpaper plastered to her legs.I think I’ll stay inside.“Some guy named Jeff Robbins sent me an e-mail on the website and said he represented Chastity’s Ranch and The Sinner’s Paradise. So different in tone than the routine, horny mongers who message me day and night.” Lindsay turned her phone and flashed the e-mail in question before flipping it back and skimming the details.“This dude claims that he’s a recruiter for both houses and I could make double what I do now working at The Sinner’s Paradise instead of Happy Ending Anadolu Yakası Escort Ranch, and up to four times at Chastity’s when I turn twenty-one and am legal enough to work there.” Her gaze drifted from the touchscreen toward Colt. “Do you think this is legit?”“Oh, it’s legit, all right. I hate Jeff Robbins. No, no, I despise him with a passion.” Colt’s sudden change in demeanor dropped hot coals into the pit of Lindsay’s belly. “He’s your stereotypical smut peddler, slick and suave, and thinks he’s cool as ice, yet in reality he’s full of shit, and makes his living poaching girls from the smaller brothels like ours.” Colt gripped the arm of the chair. “Oh, don’t get me started. Promises more money but fails to mention all the added pressure, the cutthroat environment, and the unreasonable demands from management you’ll find in the larger houses.”“I don’t think you have anything to worry about.” Worry tainted Lindsay’s voice at witnessing the surge of emotion from Colt. “I’m not going anywhere. I’m here for the long haul. You know that.” Lindsay rarely saw Colt’s feathers get rankled like this, but as was the case with everyone, he had his moments. “I’ll delete the e-mail.”“Here, look at this before I show you expenses.” Colt took a moment to put his hands in his lap and exhale a long, purifying breath. “This is the business mileage report for both me and Jim. We track our business miles individually – like picking girls up and dropping them off at the airport, taking them to the sheriff’s station to get their permits, day trips, and then when it comes time to do taxes, we can write them off.”“What does that mean?”As Colt continued to explain the ins and outs of operating the family business, Lindsay glanced out the window once again and blew out her own swoosh of air. This was supposedly going to be the most accumulation Flagstone had received in a single weather event since 2016, but it couldn’t hold a candle to the snowstorms she experienced while living in Utah last winter. This is pretty, I admit it, but I’d rather be on the beach in Saint Kitts.Two months ago, Lindsay, Pamela, and Colt celebrated their budding thruple relationship by spending eleven days in Saint Kitts and Nevis, a pair of neighboring islands in the West Indies. Bordering the Caribbean Sea on one side and the Atlantic Ocean on the other, they enjoyed five-star accommodations at The Sunset Reef in a deluxe king studio with sheer volcanic ridges featuring waterfalls rising as high as 3,000 feet as their backdrop.“Marco!” Colt, a blindfold stretched over his eyes, called out inside the resort’s pool.“Polo!” Lindsay and Pamela shouted back in unison, splashing water in his direction.Whether it was the guided hiking tour and climb of Mount Liamuiga, exploring the rainforest, flying high on a zipline, cruising the wide-open sea on a catamaran, or a three-hour ride along The Saint Kitts Scenic Railway, this romantic getaway was the perfect stress elixir and solidified the feelings they had as a triad.I wish we were there now instead of this blizzard.Saint Kitts and Nevis were blessed by their tropical locale and gentle year-round trade winds which created ideal climate conditions. Mother Nature had carved out verdant valleys through the centuries, hung brilliant rainbows in the sky, and trimmed its borders with smooth, saffron-colored beaches.I should be sipping mimosas again on the speedboat. The legal drinking age there was eighteen, so Lindsay had free rein to get hammered. And boy, oh boy, there were nights when she abused that right. On second thought, I should be sipping a mimosa right now too.At one point, Colt relaxed at the water’s edge and watched Lindsay either ride the waves or fall over her surfboard almost as quickly as she got back up each time. A smirk creased his lips; it was equally thrilling and amusing to see Lindsay’s struggling as she wore a two-piece string bikini, its bright neon colors contrasting well with the psychedelic designs all over it.In her defense, Lindsay was a novel surfer at best, a true Anadolu Yakası Escort Bayan beginner who’d taken up the sport a few days prior. Yet as pleasing as it was to look at her, Colt couldn’t stop his gaze from shifting toward Pamela, ogling her fantastic body and the aura of positivity that surrounded it.“You go, girl.” Colt’s smile increased tenfold as Pamela turned her surfboard 180 degrees and dropped into a prone position, paddling out against the waves that thundered in like stampeding horses from the great unknown. Unlike her new breaker buddy and apprentice, Pamela was a seasoned surfer with a skillset and vast knowledge of the sport. She found a high arc and pushed herself up to a standing position, checked her balance, crouched low, and rode the powerful front all the way to the shoreline.She shook her head several times, flinging saltwater from her thick and luxurious hair. Her wetsuit like a second skin, Pamela helped Lindsay out of the water, too, and the two ladies hugged. Colt had seen his wife in far less countless times, of course, but dammit if the form-fitting neoprene covering Pamela from neck to ankle wasn’t the sexiest thing he’d ever seen.“Hey. Are you paying attention?” Colt flayed Lindsay with his gaze back in Nevada. Back in the snowstorm. Back in their current reality. “I’m not talking to a brick wall here, am I?”“Sorry.” Lindsay scratched a vague itch on her nose and shrank away. “I’m just daydreaming a bit. Please, I want to learn so I can help.”This would be the first time one of Lindsay’s tours extended beyond three weeks. She was told it would be rare, but as a de facto member of management now, it was necessary. With tomorrow being Thanksgiving and most everyone wanting time off to be with loved ones, the house had a skeleton crew this week – Lindsay, Pamela, Sahara, Riley, and Colt. That’s it. Christina had been scheduled, too, but she had second thoughts at the last moment and decided to stay with her family back in Ohio instead. A lesser boss would’ve threatened to fire her, but Colt was cool about it. Then again, did Lindsay expect anything else? It’s the holiday season. No harm, no foul, no repercussions. Even Jim was off for a few days, celebrating with Kenzie, Nicolette, and Elisabeth in Las Vegas.Hell, we don’t even have the chef on duty.Lindsay had no qualms about working on Thanksgiving and through Monday night, but truth be told, she’d rather be in Citronelle with her own family as well. She knew Colt and Pamela wouldn’t have had any issues if she requested a few days off, either, but didn’t bother asking. It would be pointless because I know my family doesn’t want me there. I’m the black sheep, the disgrace, the outcast.Still, the poor girl missed her parents terribly, plus her three sisters, and all the others near and dear to her heart. I wonder how Grandma is holding up in the nursing home. Soon, it would be twelve whole months since Lindsay had any contact with them. No one even told me that Uncle Craig passed away. She’d read the tragic news online a full month after the fact while overseas. I would’ve gone to his funeral. …Meh, I have a new family now. Lindsay didn’t understand just how many personal sacrifices Colt and Pamela had to make in running the brothel until she saw them first-hand. They are here every Thanksgiving and Christmas. Colt and Pamela never saw their family back in Maryland on the big days. Everyone wants off. Someone had to be at the house and see that it stayed open for business, right? It was open 365 days a year.Earlier, Pamela recounted a story from four years ago, in 2015, when she and Colt were the only two employees working on Christmas Day. That evening, there were three mongers in the bar all waiting to have their separate turn with her while she was entertaining a fourth. What is this, a barber shop? A salon? Those three guys refused to go anywhere, either, fearful they’d lose their place in line. Pamela said they were all incredibly lonely and had no family to spend the holiday with.Like me. …No! Lindsay Escort Anadolu Yakası had Colt and Pamela! And while she certainly wasn’t lonely, it did pain her heart to imagine what it would be like at the Anastacio home tomorrow evening. Her mother would, as usual, set an alfresco table in the dining room large enough to accommodate the entire clan. God, I’d give anything to taste the green bean bundles wrapped in bacon Mom made every Thanksgiving. Aunt Rose always brought over the most delicious rolls. Cousin Danato the sweet potato casserole.  And what could be better than garlic herb maple roast turkey marinaded in apple cider sauce? Mom’s specialty.Hey, I could be like those mongers that one year and have no one. Indeed, Lindsay would count her blessings and be thankful tomorrow that Colt and Pamela were in her life. I’m just going to have to get used to things being this way from now on, aren’t I? No Mom, no Dad, no sisters, no Anastacios at all. That’s the price I paid. On the flip side, Pamela promised Lindsay the most amazing Thanksgiving feast she’d ever had.  Pamela would prepare a vegan lentil loaf with cranberry glaze as the main course. Shoot, I don’t even know what that is.If only one thing was certain, though, it was that Lindsay would have a special little holiday with her new family. Colt and Pamela make every day special. Perhaps an added bonus, albeit a small one, was she’d get to be with Sahara and Riley too. They’re really nice girls.“Now let’s talk about how we take those credit card payments and put them in the bank,” Colt said. “Here, let me show you how to make deposits in QuickBooks.”Crunching numbers was never Lindsay’s forte and this crash course in how to do it was already making her head spin. Ouch. Still, I must learn. I need to know everything. Perhaps if Pamela retired in 2021 as she kept promising Colt she would, Lindsay could slide right into her role within the house’s infrastructure and make it a seamless transition. Who’d have ever thought that one day I might be Colt’s right hand … woman? Fingernails drummed against Lindsay’s thighs and her lips carried into a slight downturn. Fat chance of Pamela retiring, though; I don’t see that happening any time soon.Lindsay got her own personal head start on “life after the brothel”, at least professionally, as she’d begun taking a host of science and environmental college classes online in October. I don’t know how I get accepted, but I did. Having a degree in Forestry and one day being employed as a park ranger would mean a fraction of the money she made now, but when the time came, Lindsay would make the switch. Working in nature would be ideal for me. Besides, she didn’t want to stay at the brothel forever. Riley always says we have a limited shelf life in this industry. I think my cutoff point will be age twenty-five.With that in mind, Lindsay’s birthday was coming up next week. I’m gonna be twenty … the big two-zero. I wonder what Colt and Pamela will get for me? She had an Amazon Wish List that she shared with numerous clients consisting of items such as sexy dresses and lingerie, jewelry, expensive shoes, gift cards, school supplies, an Apple watch, a MacBook Pro, a robotic floor vacuum, and so much more. Recently, she had a month-long supply of her favorite coffee pods delivered courtesy of Tony. He’s such a generous man. And since Pamela reminded the masses on the bulletin board that Lindsay’s birthday was next Wednesday, she was hoping for a rush of presents to arrive. Dave e-mailed me earlier and said to be on the lookout for a portable space heater.“This software is designed for business owners like me to enter any bills so that I can run reports at any time and see who we owe, how much we owe, and different things like that. Here, I’ll show you.”How about I just suck your dick underneath the desk while you do your QuickBooking?While that was the best idea she had all day, Lindsay’s mind harkened back to their September vacation instead. What I wouldn’t give to be in a bikini and snorkeling in the ocean again. She’d come a long way since her days growing up isolated in the middle of the California desert. Mom and Dad had us on total lockdown; we barely left the town. She once compared it to being in jail. Since then, Lindsay had explored new places including Nevada, Utah, Montana, Hawaii, Arizona, Virginia, Maryland, and the Caribbean. I’m becoming an expert on Las Vegas too!