Gemma peeked around the corner of the hall into the parlor and scanned the waiting clientel.Gemma peeked around the corner of the hall into the parlor and scanned the waiting clientel. There was that Denton fellow, who liked a fast screwing and then spent an hour sucking on the girl's tits. Then there was Tate Jackson. Now that was a likely one. He liked to pump away for as long as the girl would allow (which was fine with Gemma, as long as she wasn't needing to work the rest of the night) but it seemed like the man would never come. And he had no finesse. He just climbed on and went at it. The only other one was that Tommy Dickens, who worked all week long just to come down to the whore house for a fifteen minute fuck. Wham, Bam and Gone. "Boring." Gemma muttered under her breath. She just =knew= that if she walked through the room, one of them would grab her and she'd have to bite her tongue not to say something deadly. And Miss Lily didn't much appreciate her girls getting nasty with the customers. She didn't know what was wrong with her lately. She liked sex. Always had, ever since she'd found out at nine years old that something down there sure felt good when you rubbed it. She was only twelve when she found out a man could make you feel really good. And she'd been at it ever since, one way and another. But the last couple of weeks she had been real choosey about her customers. Miss Lily had even asked her a couple of times if there was something wrong. She'd just shake her head and mumble some excuse about being out of sorts and go up to her room. The front door swung open and a familiar voice called out, "who'd be hidin' the whiskey from me this time?" And Percy strode into the parlor. |