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MY GUY
From loveyoudivine Alterotica's Fairy Tales and Love Songs -
$eductive...and $old
In the darkness of my mind, just before release, I see stars so
very far away, stars I should have touched and held and
captured, stars I abandoned by signing on as a working girl at
Robby’s Chattel in Nevada.
Anne lazes through her Wednesday until a handsome guy with a
thing for weird names and a whole bunch of scars comes in for a
romp at the Chattel brothel. She’s in no mood for work, and he
surprises her by only wanting to be held. She wants more, much
more than she realizes at first. Everyone wants something
special. Even a working girl wants to be loved. The guy with a
new name every week wants something too, but forever is a scary
thing, and the stars he reaches for burned out a long time ago.
From loveyoudivine Alterotica's Fairy Tales and Love Songs -
$eductive...and $old
In the darkness of my mind, just before release, I see stars so
very far away, stars I should have touched and held and
captured, stars I abandoned by signing on as a working girl at
Robby’s Chattel in Nevada.
Anne lazes through her Wednesday until a handsome guy with a
thing for weird names and a whole bunch of scars comes in for a
romp at the Chattel brothel. She’s in no mood for work, and he
surprises her by only wanting to be held. She wants more, much
more than she realizes at first. Everyone wants something
special. Even a working girl wants to be loved. The guy with a
new name every week wants something too, but forever is a scary
thing, and the stars he reaches for burned out a long time ago.
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Excerpt:
I had on my favorite nightie that day, a long purple one, all see-through to show off my thong. I
didn’t have a boob job like most of the girls there. No need for it. Some of us are just plain gifted.
It was noon, not our peak time, but you never know when the guys will want some. Robby runs a
tight ship at the Chattel. He keeps us on our toes. The intercom in my room beeped, the signal to
head down to the lobby for a line-up. I snapped my book shut and slipped on my heels. I hate
heels, but some things are expected and there’s no getting around them.
Prissy was the first to get snatched up. No big deal really. Guys go for blondes, especially
bleached ones. She winked at me and took her guy’s hand, leading him down the hall to her
room.
There were two guys left. I was kinda lazy that day, so I didn’t really flaunt it like I usually do. I
waited at the end of the line and watched the first one walk along all seventeen of us to pick out
the one he wanted to fuck. He was one of those office fellas with pasty white skin and real thick
glasses. Cute if you like to dominate. I wasn’t really in the mood for that. Truth is, I wanted a guy
to spend some time with; I wanted the real thing. I knew the real thing wasn’t gonna walk in to
Robby’s Chattel and want me though. A girl like me knows how it is.
Coke Bottle Glasses chose Veronica. They giggled at each other and headed off.
The last guy didn’t walk the line like most did. He stood against the bar, sipping his drink and
eyeing us like he wanted a particular thing. I eyed him right back. Tall guy, dark skin, and shifty
black eyes. He had a large mouth with lips a girl could get lost kissing. His brows were thick, his
jaw set and strong-looking. When he turned to pay for his drink, I smiled. I like guys with long
hair, and he had a braid hanging halfway down his back. For a sec, I thought about undressing
him, untying that braid and combing my fingers through his hair. His clothes hid his shape, but
his shoulders were broad.
Last Guy stood and strode toward me, his gaze set. He’d made his choice and I was it.
Whoa, I thought.
“Hi,” he said, his voice a soft, deep baritone. “Take me to your room.”
It was as simple as that. I slipped my hand in his and we started down the hall, walking together
in time as if we’d always done so.
“You got a name?” I asked outside my door.
He smirked. His eyes roved over my shape, pausing at my breasts. “Call me Uriel.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Anne.” I nodded, opened the door, and stepped inside. Some girls get
down to business right away. Others, like me, well, we like to play around a little first, kinda get
to know the guys. Plus, I needed a warm up. Like I said, I was feeling lazy.
I seated myself on the bed and crossed my legs, not that he’d be impressed by that. “You don’t
look like a Uriel.”
He shrugged, his mouth curling on one side, telling me it didn’t matter one way or the other
what I called him. He glanced around my room, no doubt taking in the sex toys on the dresser
and the fun chair I had in the corner. I wondered what he’d be into. Some guys are a surprise;
some like to do it the same way every time. He sighed and started to unbutton his shirt.
“You want some help with that?”
“Not this time. Maybe next time.”
He wasn’t a talkative guy. “One of those men of action, are you?”
“You could say that.” He worked the last three buttons.
“Going straight to business?” I held in my disappointment. I wanted to make out for a while first.
Free stuff like that. Maybe I was getting too old for the business. It wears on a person, makes her
want for a different life, for some predictability, and a guy that stays. Maybe I just thought this
Uriel guy was hot and I wanted to enjoy it.
“I want to hold you,” he said. “How much for that?”
Damn. Holders came around a lot. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but it spoke of a
big, black hole of loneliness. Most times they wanted to tell me all their problems, like a whore in
a fancy brothel is a shrink or something.
“How long?”
He grasped his chin, his dark eyes deepening in thought. “All night, unless you have somewhere
else to be.”
“Let’s see. It’s a little after noon.” I calculated the rate for something so silly. It wasn't much. I
could make more for kinkier stuff if I let this guy off and went back to the line-up. “Holding,” I
muttered. Truth is, I needed holding too. I told him the fee.
I had on my favorite nightie that day, a long purple one, all see-through to show off my thong. I
didn’t have a boob job like most of the girls there. No need for it. Some of us are just plain gifted.
It was noon, not our peak time, but you never know when the guys will want some. Robby runs a
tight ship at the Chattel. He keeps us on our toes. The intercom in my room beeped, the signal to
head down to the lobby for a line-up. I snapped my book shut and slipped on my heels. I hate
heels, but some things are expected and there’s no getting around them.
Prissy was the first to get snatched up. No big deal really. Guys go for blondes, especially
bleached ones. She winked at me and took her guy’s hand, leading him down the hall to her
room.
There were two guys left. I was kinda lazy that day, so I didn’t really flaunt it like I usually do. I
waited at the end of the line and watched the first one walk along all seventeen of us to pick out
the one he wanted to fuck. He was one of those office fellas with pasty white skin and real thick
glasses. Cute if you like to dominate. I wasn’t really in the mood for that. Truth is, I wanted a guy
to spend some time with; I wanted the real thing. I knew the real thing wasn’t gonna walk in to
Robby’s Chattel and want me though. A girl like me knows how it is.
Coke Bottle Glasses chose Veronica. They giggled at each other and headed off.
The last guy didn’t walk the line like most did. He stood against the bar, sipping his drink and
eyeing us like he wanted a particular thing. I eyed him right back. Tall guy, dark skin, and shifty
black eyes. He had a large mouth with lips a girl could get lost kissing. His brows were thick, his
jaw set and strong-looking. When he turned to pay for his drink, I smiled. I like guys with long
hair, and he had a braid hanging halfway down his back. For a sec, I thought about undressing
him, untying that braid and combing my fingers through his hair. His clothes hid his shape, but
his shoulders were broad.
Last Guy stood and strode toward me, his gaze set. He’d made his choice and I was it.
Whoa, I thought.
“Hi,” he said, his voice a soft, deep baritone. “Take me to your room.”
It was as simple as that. I slipped my hand in his and we started down the hall, walking together
in time as if we’d always done so.
“You got a name?” I asked outside my door.
He smirked. His eyes roved over my shape, pausing at my breasts. “Call me Uriel.”
“Nice to meet you. I’m Anne.” I nodded, opened the door, and stepped inside. Some girls get
down to business right away. Others, like me, well, we like to play around a little first, kinda get
to know the guys. Plus, I needed a warm up. Like I said, I was feeling lazy.
I seated myself on the bed and crossed my legs, not that he’d be impressed by that. “You don’t
look like a Uriel.”
He shrugged, his mouth curling on one side, telling me it didn’t matter one way or the other
what I called him. He glanced around my room, no doubt taking in the sex toys on the dresser
and the fun chair I had in the corner. I wondered what he’d be into. Some guys are a surprise;
some like to do it the same way every time. He sighed and started to unbutton his shirt.
“You want some help with that?”
“Not this time. Maybe next time.”
He wasn’t a talkative guy. “One of those men of action, are you?”
“You could say that.” He worked the last three buttons.
“Going straight to business?” I held in my disappointment. I wanted to make out for a while first.
Free stuff like that. Maybe I was getting too old for the business. It wears on a person, makes her
want for a different life, for some predictability, and a guy that stays. Maybe I just thought this
Uriel guy was hot and I wanted to enjoy it.
“I want to hold you,” he said. “How much for that?”
Damn. Holders came around a lot. Not that there’s anything wrong with that, but it spoke of a
big, black hole of loneliness. Most times they wanted to tell me all their problems, like a whore in
a fancy brothel is a shrink or something.
“How long?”
He grasped his chin, his dark eyes deepening in thought. “All night, unless you have somewhere
else to be.”
“Let’s see. It’s a little after noon.” I calculated the rate for something so silly. It wasn't much. I
could make more for kinkier stuff if I let this guy off and went back to the line-up. “Holding,” I
muttered. Truth is, I needed holding too. I told him the fee.
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