Back To Sadie's

BACK TO SADIE’S by Inga Mahn

BACK TO SADIE’S A Chippewa Publishing Publication, March 2006 Chippewa Publishing, LLC 678 Dutchman Drive, Suite 3 Chippewa Falls, Wisconsin 54729 Available Formats: Adobe Acrobat Reader (PDF) Other available formats: Palm Doc (PDB), Rocket/REB1100 (RB), Pocket PC 1.0+ Compatible, Franklin eBookMan (FUB), hiebook (KML), iSilo (PDB), Mobipocket (PRC), OEBFF Format (IMP), Microsoft Reader (LIT), (HTML). Back to Sadie’s Copyright © 2006 Inga Mahn Edited by Angie Dobson Cover Art by Djinn Proofed by Tammy Xanthakis ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole, or in part, by any means, without the written consent of the publisher. This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are products of the author’s imagination, or are fictitiously used. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons living or dead, is entirely coincidental. WARNING: The contents of this book are intended for mature audiences 18 years of age and older only. Language, violence, and sexual situations may apply. PUBLISHED IN THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA.

Back to Sadie’s

Thick dust rose up like a fog behind Laura’s small rental car. She was only minutes away from her destination and every second increased the erotic tension that was building within her. She could feel her arousal running down her thighs and onto the seat of the car. She wore no panties; she never wore panties once she left home to begin her weekend adventures. As she caught site of the flashing red lights adorning the desert-surrounded pink house, she began the mental preparation that had now become like second nature. She was no longer Laura Cage. She was no longer a wife, no longer a mother. She was no longer a respected businesswoman, no longer a city leader. As soon as she stepped out of her car, she was nothing more and nothing less, than one of Sultry Sadie’s girls. She was whoever the customer of the moment wanted her to be. She was a whore. **** Laura brought the small car to a stop in the back parking lot. Taking one final deep breath, she stepped out on wobbly legs and began her walk to the back entrance. After more than twenty weekends in three years at Sadie’s, she was almost surprised she still felt the nervous and sick knot of anticipation forming in her stomach...but that was, after all, what kept her coming back. As she opened the door, she smelled the now familiar scent of Nevada dust, commingled perfumes, and of course, sex. Stronger than anything else was the musky smell of her arousal. “I was afraid you would be late, Lacy. Get ready; it’s going to be busy tonight. Have your papers ready?” The hostess called to her in a no-nonsense tone of voice as soon as she entered the building. “Yes, it’s all here.” She slowly withdrew the medical release she had obtained only hours ago from the rural Nye County, Nevada clinic. The memory of the sleazy doctor’s hands that had examined her clung to her body like the dust

permanently hung in the air. The state-mandated medical exam was the most demeaning part of her adventure. At least the men from Sadie’s paid well for the right to touch her body. The hostess eyed the papers, and then made copies before filing them and giving Lacy keys to the various facilities. She was now on the clock, property of the house for the next seventy-two hours. She was now Lacy. “Hurry up and go take a shower and get dressed, we have men waiting.” The hostess impatiently ordered before scurrying back out to the parlor. There was no time for pleasantries on a Friday afternoon at Sultry Sadie’s Ranch and Brothel. There would be no time for anything other than the duties they paid her to perform for the remainder of her visit. **** After a brief shower in her assigned room, Lacy heard the bell ring, indicating that the owners expected all of the available girls to be in the parlor for a line up in five minutes. Her body shook uncontrollably. As quickly as she could, she eased the small, translucent white teddy over her bare body, and fluffed her long blond hair. Glancing in the mirror, she smiled. She wasn’t the same woman who had boarded the plane in Chicago just eight hours earlier. Within moments, she stood in the parlor with the other sixteen girls, all lined up for inspection. Some of them she recognized, others were new. Before she could look around anymore, the hostess escorted a group of rather rough-looking men into the parlor. They all wore leather motorcycle chaps, and clothes that hadn’t seen a washing machine in a long time. As the customers began their inspection of the girls, Lacy’s thighs tightened in anticipation. When the first longhaired, bearded man stood before her, a soft uncontrolled moan escaped her lips. A delicious combination of desire and shame crept through her veins as the man looked into her eyes and smirked. “I look good to you, baby?” His voice was rough and crude, and filled with arrogant satisfaction. “What’s your name?” “I’m Lacy, what’s yours?” she purred in a voice that she hardly recognized. “Jim. What do you do, Lacy?” Her voice caught in her throat. “I do anything you want, Jim.” “I’ll keep you in mind then.” He gently slapped her exposed ass before filing down the line. After all three men examined her like a head of cattle; her body was on fire. She waited anxiously, hoping that one of the men would take her back to her room, while at the same time dreading which one of the crude men it would be. It was the man who called himself Jim who finally took her soft hand in his rough, callused hand. “I’ll take you.” He spoke with all the emotion of someone

picking out a steak in a supermarket. For a moment, a wave of fear passed over her. The fear slowly laced with excitement as she escorted the burly man into her boudoir. As they entered the room, she showed him to a sofa under the window, and handed him her menu. “What can I do for you today, baby?” Her voice was throaty, sexy—the voice of a woman named Lacy. “If you have anything in mind that’s not on the list let me know—maybe we can work something out.” As she waited for him to name his pleasure, she kneeled in front of the sofa, slowly unzipping his oily and dusty pants. “Let’s get these off while you decide.” After pulling off his dust-caked boots, she eased his pants off, followed by his underwear, and placed them over a chair. As she caught site of his huge and hard purple shaft bobbing in front of her a purely animal purr escaped her lips. A beastly cackle ripped from Jim’s lips. “I knew you’d like this,” he spoke, thrusting his cock towards her face. “So, Jim, what’s your pleasure today?” She couldn’t sit here all day staring at his cock. There were rules in the house and they strictly prohibited wasting time by talking, unless of course, the clients paid you for it. “I think I wanna feel your hot mouth around my cock, and then maybe I’ll fuck you in your tight little ass,” he barked, as he continued suggestively thrusting his hips at her. Her stomach lurched—his cock was huge, and the idea of it in her ass sent a terrified ripple through her stomach. Controlling her fear, she took a deep breath before speaking. “Whatever you like, but we pay first around here. You also need to read all of the rules on the back of the menu.” “No problem, your money’s in my pants.” Standing up he handed her three hundred dollars from his pants pocket. “Okay, Jim, I will go take care of the financials. You can finish getting undressed and take a quick shower. When you get out I will be waiting for you.” She cast him a seductive grin as she turned and left the room. After giving the hostess the brothels commission of one hundred and fifty dollars, Lacy returned to the bedroom. Her heart beat double its normal speed as she waited for Jim to return from the shower. She belonged to him now. The first customer of a visit always set her nerves on edge. Jim returned to the room naked and wet. It was now time for Lacy to begin the performance for which he was paying her. Standing up from the place she had settled on the bed, she slowly began to strip out of her sheer teddy as she walked towards her customer. Easing herself to her knees, she looked up to the man’s rough face and smiled a sultry smile. “Would you like me to start now, or would you prefer the bed?” His voice was rough and hard. “I want you to stay on your knees—you look

good like that.” A response wasn’t needed. Lacy began her work. First, she slid a condom over his shaft, then ever so slowly she lowered her mouth to his still rock hard member. Her stomach lurched as she brought her lips around him. Slowly at first, she teased the tip with her tongue, and then ever so gradually eased his length into her mouth. The ragged moan that escaped his lips was all the encouragement she needed to increase the tempo of her strokes. With each moan, a deeper sense of satisfaction filled her. After several minutes of sucking and kissing his cock, Jim pulled her up and forced her over the chair where his clothes hung. His rancid and dirty smell radiated off his clothes and filled her nose. Fear and anticipation tore through her as he eased the tip of his cock into her tender ass. A combination of pain and pleasure replaced the fear and anticipation as he slammed his shaft to her limit. It only took several strokes before he convulsed in orgasm. The intensity of his pleasure sent Lacy over the edge; her own body spasmed in release. Separating their bodies, Lacy stepped back and retrieved her teddy, leaving Jim to dress. After a quick shower, she was back in the lineup. The next customer was an eighteen-year-old boy, followed by his father. Next, was a couple having their first threesome, and throughout the day and night a steady stream of long haul truck drivers and tourists wandering in from Las Vegas. **** By Sunday afternoon, a menagerie of bodies and positions flooded Laura’s memory. Her body was tired and weak, and her mind and senses completely overloaded, but it still wasn’t time to rest. She had one more customer before her weekend was over, one very special customer. After dressing and preparing herself, she went to the Jacuzzi to wait for her final customer, as he always requested. She impatiently kicked her feet in the warm water while she waited. Her taunt nipples brushed against the fabric of her black silky robe with every movement, sending chills all the way to her toes. Her excitement almost made her forget about her aching muscles and general fatigue. Finally, she heard the voice she had been waiting for. “Laura…stand up,” his deep voice softly spoke to her as he entered the room. Without speaking, she stood, allowing her robe to fall in a pile at her feet. She didn’t turn around, but she could feel him approaching her. She could feel his eyes traveling over every inch of her body. The closer he got the stronger she could feel his presence, his heat almost touching her. Finally, his hands found her eager body. Ever so gently, he caressed her shoulders and back, trailing down to the rounded curve of her hip. After what seemed like an eternity, he turned her to face him.

Quickly, she averted her eyes to a place behind him. She couldn’t bring herself to look into his deep blue eyes. They had a way of seeing past her face, all the way to her soul. “Did you miss me, Laura?” He asked, gently pulling her face to his. “Of course I did.” She always missed him. He filled her fantasies. His touch, his smell, his strength—it all had become a part of her. “Good. Let’s get in the water.” Laura stepped into the bubbling and steamy Jacuzzi and watched as the man allowed his robe to fall to the floor, baring his stunning body to her as he joined her. She loved his body, every curve, and every wisp of dark curly hair. He took a seat next to her. In a single effortless movement, he lifted her and sat her on his lap facing him, her legs wrapping around his body. His semi-hard cock pressed against her thigh, and with no more than a slight adjustment, he would be inside her. Their closeness clouded her mind with arousal. “What do you want me to do for you?” Her voice was void of the wicked sexiness that had been a part of her all weekend. She now spoke as Laura. Looking into his eyes, she could no longer be Lacy. “You know what I want,” was all he said. She did know. No matter how many times they played this game, she always asked. Not only was it part of the game to ask, but also doing what he wanted her to do was still not easy for her. A small part of her still hoped he wouldn’t want her to do it. Still, a larger part of her craved giving him what he wanted. He stroked her back, moving slowly to her thighs, silently coaxing her to begin. The sooner she started the sooner he would give her what she wanted, what she craved. “Start at the beginning and don’t leave anything or anyone out.” He gently rocked his hips pressing his hardening cock to her sex. A soft moan escaped her lips before she began to speak. “The first customer I was with called himself Jim.” Her face colored to a deep burgundy as she continued, keeping her eyes locked with his. “He was a biker, dirty and rough.” “Did you like being with him?” He asked, sliding the tip of his cock over her clit. “No, not at all. He smelled bad, and he was very rough.” Her breath was coming in shallow gasps as her body responded to his touch. “Are you sure you didn’t like that?” he asked again, now sliding his cock deeper into her throbbing cunt. A pleasure filled moan took her voice as he continued to move deeper into her body, and then slowly retreated. She began to rock her own hips in time to the slow rhythm he was beginning. Just as quickly as he had begun, he pulled back, leaving her empty and wanting. “You’re not talking. You know the rules—you tell me what I want to hear and I give you want you want.” His voice was steady and strong, and she knew from

experience that he had an iron will. He would never give in to desire unless she followed the rules. “I guess I might have liked it a little.” Her face reddened at her admission. There was no point in trying to lie to him. He would know, and he would deny her what she wanted, it was that simple. He quickly rewarded her for her answer as he slid his cock back inside her. “So, what did you do with Jim?” he asked, again falling into an erotic rhythm of raising and lowering his hips. The overwhelming stimulation had its desired effect, and she immediately recounted her experience with the biker. As she detailed their activities, his thrusts grew more powerful, driving her closer and closer to release. Just as she reached the edge he then quickly slowed his movements, leaving her unfulfilled and bucking with desire. “Slow down, Laura, you still have a lot to tell me,” he said, as he gently and every so slowly moved his shaft in and out of her body. “So, who did you see after Jim?” She continued to recall the details of every customer she had been with. By the time, she reached the last story her body was shaking with desire. “It sounds like you had fun this weekend,” he finally spoke, after allowing her to finish her stories. A smile slightly raised the corners of her mouth. “I suppose I did.” Without another word he stood, lifting her body with him. With one fluid movement, he laid her on the edge of the Jacuzzi, never separating their bodies. He was pleased with her stories, she could tell by the look in his eyes and the way he touched her. Now that she had pleased him, it was her turn. Between reliving the experiences of the weekend and the teasing physical stimulation he had been lavishing on her, it wouldn’t take much to push her over the edge. He increased the tempo of his movements, and now as she began to approach her orgasm he didn’t stop, he didn’t tease. Finally, a powerful wave of pleasure engulfed her, its intensity shocking her to the core. As her pleasure reached its peak, she felt his body explode as well. They both fell into a limp heap on the hard floor, wrapped in each other’s arms. It took some time before she regained her breath enough to speak. “Thanks, sweetie—I had been waiting for you all weekend!” She leaned over and gently kissed his still sweaty neck. “No, thank you, baby—you were amazing! So, are you ready to get out of this place?” he asked, sitting up and reaching for his clothes that he had discarded on the floor. “Absolutely, just give me a few minutes to gather my stuff and I’ll be ready.” She stood, wrapping her robe around her body.

“Oh I forgot to tell you—Sadie gave us a little present.” He stood and finished dressing as he spoke. “She said it’s an anniversary gift. I don’t know how she knew our anniversary is next week, but anyway—she gave me this.” He held up a plain black video box, a wicked grin spreading across his face. She didn’t have to ask what was on the tape; she already knew. In fact, she had arranged for Sadie to videotape the highlights of her weekend. Still, a vivid blush colored her cheeks as she thought about watching it with her husband. He had never seen her in action, but she was certain he would enjoy his little anniversary present. Even more so, he would enjoy it when he found out she had arranged for the tape. She reached out and took his hand, before heading for the door. “Let’s go. I’ve missed you this weekend and I’m ready to get home.” She was ready to go home…at least until the next time she found herself drawn back to Sadie’s.

About the Author Inga Mahn An avid romance and erotica reader for much longer than she cares to admit, Inga has also been creating her own stories for just about as long. How could she not? Her characters whisper in her ear daily, just begging to be set free into the words of her stories. Inga currently resides in the sultry, sexy, southern city of New Orleans. All though only fifteen minutes from the heart of the French Quarter, her home is worlds away in the nation's largest urban wildlife refuge, Bayou Sauvage. It is a daily occurrence for her to see a gator or two on her way to the market, not to mention, the other wild creatures that make their way right up to her door on any given day. Look for new releases coming soon from Inga!

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