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“You need to go back to the hotel and get some more sleep. I’m worried about you. You don’t look well at all.” Try as he might, Colt’s words didn’t seem to penetrate the invisible wall that surrounded his wife as he enjoyed a late afternoon lunch with her and Scarlett at a mom-and-pop diner in Ambridge, Nevada. Pamela had been a busy little bee in the past twenty-four hours, but her current issues went well beyond sleep deprivation. She slumped over at the table, shoulders sagging, hands dangling, and her eyes struggling to stay open.“Colt is right, Pam-Pam,” Scarlett said.Pamela struggled to raise her head and make eye contact with her friend. “I’ve been doing this for the past twelve years. All my adult life, really.” Her voice was uncharacteristically hollow. “And last night was, by far, the most challenging party I’ve ever had.”Scarlett huffed and folded both arms across her chest. “You should have declined the party and told Charlie you were sick! I’m sure he would’ve come back to party with you in a day or two.”Heat rising from within, Colt’s face reeled away so Pamela wouldn’t see the equal looks of anger and concern etched across it. Ambridge was a quiet, desolate town just north of Calafell Canyon. Outside, two dust devils – whirlwind anomalies that were strong, well-formed, and typically short-lived – buzzed by and, as usual, the heat was onerous. Downright sizzling.With a better grip on his emotions, Colt glanced back and noticed Scarlett had a hand on Pamela’s forearm. The air conditioning was refreshing throughout the diner, at least. Yet Pamela’s gaze had dropped again, and in a moment of weakness Colt’s headstrong, confident wife was gone and replaced by a frightened little girl who was wrestling with what she’d become.Pamela, the unquestioned conscience and backbone of the brothel – the one woman everyone else seemed to go to and seek advice from, the so-called Mother Hen – was on the verge of a meltdown.Why did you agree to the all-nighter with Charlie? Why didn’t you tell me you weren’t feeling good to begin with? Colt dug his fingernails into his palms. Good God. You know better than that. I never want you to put yourself at risk for a payday. I’ve told you that for years.This reinforced Colt’s belief that Pamela needed to step away from the industry for good. The constant wear and tear weren’t healthy. The expectation she put on herself was to always perform and give her all, even when it was to her own detriment.But this was all Pamela knew. She was nowhere near ready to think about a future in the “real world” and live a structured, routine life, with an eight-to-five job, and children to raise. That type of life was foreign to her and so out of the ordinary. In some ways, it terrified her. So, Pamela insisted on continuing to work at the brothel.And on certain days, she could be irritable, callous, moody, emotionless, and/or too exhausted to do anything – like today.Colt hoped their vacation to Bora Bora would recharge Pamela’s batteries and give her a new lease on life. In many ways, it did. She was happy, full of energy, and hadn’t been so at ease since their trip to Hawaii last summer.Yet the instant she stepped foot back in the brothel this past Sunday, it was like nothing had changed. Although she showed genuine affection for most, if not all, of her clients (and wanted bursa escort to please them at all costs), Pamela’s energy level immediately dipped back down near record lows. Barring outward appearances, she was worn out and tired. Ultimately, the long after-hours party last night and into this morning did far more damage to her psyche than it did good for their joint bank account. That fucker Charlie took a piece of you with him.“Look at that,” Pamela said an hour ago in the hotel after waking up from her four-hour nap as she glanced at her smartphone. “Charlie has sent me five e-mails since he left the ranch this morning. Says he’s going to come back in September for sure and spend an entire week in Flagstone.”“Oh, wow.” Scarlett had never stayed at this motel before. It was nothing special but provided enough peace and quiet for a few hours of much-needed sleep. “An entire week, huh? Surely, he can’t afford it. Not after what he spent yesterday and today.”“No, he won’t be at the brothel full-time,” Pamela said as she skimmed through the messages. “He wants to set up several appointments throughout the week so he can work on his quote, communication, bedroom skills, and kissing techniques, end-quote. Wants me to help him.”Changing her clothes, Scarlett reached across the bed and took Pamela’s hand as Colt brushed his teeth in the background. “This Charlie dude is in love with you, babe. Wishes you were his wife. It’s so freakin’ obvious. I think his e-mails are code for ‘I wanna put a ring on your finger and a baby in your uterus.’”“Tell him you’re not available,” Colt said.This situation wasn’t anything new. When older virgins had a party, they often fell head-over-heels in love with the provider. Intimacy was a new thing for them, an exciting thing, and they didn’t know how to process all those emotions at first, especially when a gorgeous, exotic woman like Pamela McCarron threw everything but the proverbial kitchen sink at them.“Me? I was merely a supporting actress in his love story for you. The third wheel of the threesome.” Scarlett fanned herself and playfully lamented, “I feel so neglected.”Pamela took a week off from work every month, and alongside Colt, would distance herself as far away from the brothel as possible. Sensual and Sultry Pamela would stay in Nevada as well and she’d rest, spend time at the library, rollerblade, and volunteer at an animal shelter in her hometown of Fairfax, Maryland. Pamela was an avid reader of fiction novels and loved all animals, particularly dogs. She’d grown up with several but couldn’t figure out how to fit a friendly canine or two into her current life. So, she got a bit of a fix at the humane society.She’d also go into a cocoon and avoid contact with nearly everyone except Colt and her immediate family. She relished those moments of solitude and clarity. Pamela was close with her older sister and had always looked up to her, although she and Paula were polar opposites.Whereas Pamela dressed provocatively and got into constant trouble throughout her teenaged years, Paula was prim and proper, straitlaced, and now a successful prosecuting attorney in Washington, D.C. If Paula (or her parents or other sister, Candice) ever found out what Pamela did for a living, all hell would break loose. But the news wouldn’t surprise any of her family bursa escort bayan members either.Pamela’s parents met in 1980 when her father was in the U.S. military and stationed at Naval Air Station Patuxent River in St. Mary’s County, Maryland. Tom spent four years in the Navy as a helicopter technician, mostly in Maryland, and took locally born-and-bred Carol one hundred miles upstate to the suburbs of Baltimore when his commitment ended in 1984 and married her.In time, Tom opened a pet store and indulged in his primary passion: caring for animals. Carol was quiet, religious, and happy as she tended to the house and her three children. Once the youngest, Candice, was in middle school, Carol took a job at a medical supply warehouse to help provide extra income. Cornell Law School, where Paula was off and studying, didn’t come cheap.Unlike Paula and Candice, Pamela grew up with that wild, rebellious streak, and routinely tested her parents’ patience. She became a nude webcam model on her eighteenth birthday, charging viewers to interact with her, and performed in several online masturbation acts.As she became more comfortable in front of the camera, Pamela pushed her boundaries further and often sucked and took dick from an old flame, Roger, to the delight of her viewers. Her most profitable month as a webcam girl was May 2006 when she made $4,000.After a brief foray into Strip Club Land, Pamela, at the suggestion of a fellow model, applied thousands of miles from home at Happy Ending Ranch mere weeks after graduating from high school.The rest, as they say, was history.And while many girls in this profession dove into a world of side-hooking and streetwalking in their downtime, Pamela was one of the lucky ones who didn’t. Colt would never allow her to go down such a road. He’d do anything to protect her and made certain she steered clear of all the countless pitfalls that typically entrapped a courtesan.Pamela was his one true love. His first love; his only love. Colt had been with other women in the past. So many, in fact, that he felt ashamed of himself. Being around a brothel for the past twenty-six years, he’d lost count of the exact number long ago.But it’s over five hundred, easy.Once, he had three women at the same time. It was fun while it happened, but being older and looking back on things now, the memory wasn’t pleasant. None of those girls cared about me. Dad made them fuck me, and he refused to give them any money for it too.Pamela was eighteen years of age (and Colt was thirty-two) when he realized he had something special on his hands. Sure, Colt could say he’d been in love with Pamela since day one – and in many ways he had – but on that one chilly December morning in 2006, any lingering doubt was forever erased.And of all the locations for such a magical moment to take place, it happened in the buffet lounge of the Red Rock Casino Resort & Spa on the outskirts of Las Vegas in Summerlin, Nevada.Having spent the prior four days in Sin City and introducing a wide-eyed, teenaged Pamela to its many wonders (and having free rein to enjoy her body at his leisure), Colt went back to the breakfast bar that morning for seconds. When he returned and found Pamela at their corner table, enjoying the last of her own meal in the most inconspicuous of settings, Colt’s heart nearly escort bursa exploded.Something about Pamela’s long, wavy hair combined with the sun shining through a nearby window cast a halo around her as she finished her chickpea-and-onion omelet. To Colt, Pamela was an angel, the way she moved food from plate to mouth and how her fingers appeared so sensual, curved around the fork’s handle. It was the defining moment in his life. What would set him on his forever path: the way Pamela’s shoulders were squared up, her long, swan-like neck, the sudden happiness in her eyes, and the sight of her lips curling into a joyous grin when she glanced up and saw him approaching?He’d seen all these things every day since they met five months earlier during her interview. Yet Colt never noticed them until this one specific moment in time. At least, all of them together, and framed in one stunning package. The puzzle of Pamela Annabeth Prescott was pieced together, and the result blew him away.And I allowed her to continue as a working girl. After twelve years, she’s battered mentally, is tired most of the time, and has no energy for anything.Back in the current time, in the diner, Pamela pushed her lunch bowl to the side – she’d ordered “a salmon salad with no salmon”, her exact words to the waitress – and placed her opposite hand over top of Scarlett’s. “I’m glad you were with me and Charlie all night, though. I don’t know what I would’ve done without you.”Scarlett shrugged. “I was glad to make the money.”“Last night was rough.” Pamela blew out a breath. “I’ve had many overnight parties before, but never an overnight threesome party. And I got sick again afterward.”What? Colt’s legs were spread wide, and he had the sudden urge to jump across the table. Sick, as in ‘vomited?’ Oh, things just kept getting worse, didn’t they?“Charlie was such a sweetheart, and I felt terrible because of some of the stories he told us about his life back home. Horror stories. He’s had such bad luck with women. It’s not fair. Sometimes with these guys who are all alone, I wonder how come they’re not married. They’re so nice, and they deserve five wives at once. If only women weren’t so superficial and took the time to get to know them.”Scarlett’s eyes constricted and an iciness surrounded her much like a protective cloak. “I never believe what clients tell me. Not a fucking word. Some are nice, yes, but I don’t care if they tell me the truth or not. It doesn’t matter. It’s a business transaction to me, nothing more.”Pamela’s gaze narrowed as well. “That’s a little harsh, isn’t it? They’re people just like you and me and deserve to be treated with respect.” Pamela’s attitude was unique because of Colt’s influence. He’d always stressed how important it was to be caring, but also genuine, to all her clients.Keep your distance, yes, but also be courteous and genuine. Who doesn’t prefer honesty? It translated into longer parties, future visits, and more money.“I don’t let any client affect me emotionally.” Scarlett’s tone had a jagged edge. “They pay me for a service, and I give said service to the best of my ability. But when it’s over, it’s over … until the next time. I’ll share e-mails and post on the website, sure, but only because it may lead to more money down the line. Some of these guys are super dependent on receiving messages from me. Says it makes them feel important.” She rolled her eyes. “Whatever. I’ll always answer back if I’m confident they’ll see me in the future.” She flexed her fingers as if they were sore. “If not, fuck ’em. Fuck ‘em all.”

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