“Before you give me your final decision I want to say I’ll give you five times your rate for doing my two friends and myself.”
Her eyes widened at his generosity. With that amount, she could buy those pickling seeds, mason jars, and pickling salt she’d been dying to get and down her beets and cucumbers when they were ready. Not to mention pay off several months of her mortgage. But have sex with a stranger? And two others?
She swallowed at the nervousness shifting through her. But all her clients had been strangers in the beginning.
Confidence edged away her fear. Liz had sent along a letter of reference and stated he was in good health. Teyla needed the money, and having sex with men was her job. So why in the world was she hesitating? Because it was too unexpected and he looked too damned sexy, that’s why, that inner voice whispered again.
Sighing in resignation, she nodded to her pump.
“You can wash up here. Give me about fifteen minutes, then come in. The bedroom is at the back of the house, just off the kitchen. Please leave your weapons in the kitchen, and I need to have half the money up front.” “My horse?”
“You can put him in the barn to protect him from the coyotes. There’s some feed in the bags left over from my horse. It should still be good.”
She didn’t explain her only horse was dead and buried just last week. None of his business that she didn’t have any sort of transportation anymore. She grabbed her bucket and started toward the house, hoping he wouldn’t pull out a gun and shoot her in the arm, or worse. His next words stopped her cold.
“We haven’t discussed the terms yet,” he said softly.
She tensed, placed the bucket on the ground, and turned around again, ready to grab her pistol from her pocket if need be.
“I do anal, oral, and vaginal. Condoms are a must. No kissing on the mouth,” she said, trying hard to keep the huskiness out of her voice. God, just talking sex with this guy was kind of exciting.
“Bondage. I want to do some bondage on you, plus you’ll have to accept three men doing you at the same time, or there’s no deal.”
Three men at the same time! She’d never done that before.
Before she could mount a protest, he held up a hand.
“We want access to all of you whenever we want for tonight, tomorrow, and tomorrow night. You’ll get half your money up front. The other half at the end of the second night. You’ll wear no bra while we are here. You’ll dress the way I want you to dress. The first night is just us then tomorrow and tomorrow night will be the four of us. The next morning we’ll be gone. Is that acceptable to you?”
Teyla couldn’t believe how warm her cheeks had gotten at what he’d said or how nervous she’d become, too.
She’d never agree to bondage. They could tie her up and slit her throat or torture her and she wouldn’t be able to defend herself.
“No bondage. No pain,” she said firmly
“No pain, and only your wrists bound. Your legs will be free, Mrs. Sutton.”
“Yeah, like that’ll help me if I need to fight you off.”
“You’ll be too busy fighting the pleasure.”
She blinked at the sultry way his deep, gravelly voice whispered through her.
His smile dropped into a serious frown. “Mrs. Sutton, if I wanted to harm you, I would have done it early this morning when I first saw you hanging up your laundry.”
“Maybe you need an audience,” she replied tartly, feeling spooked at the thought he’d been lurking around here all day, watching her, and she hadn’t even noticed.
“I enjoy watching a woman get fucked, and I enjoy an audience when I’m taking a woman.”
He certainly got to the point, didn’t he?
If Liz sent him to her, then Teyla would have to trust he wouldn’t hurt her. She just wished Liz could have come herself with the guy and made the introduction. She shook away those thoughts. She was acting like a child. This would simply be a business transaction. No emotions. Just like all her other clients.
“We’ll see,” she said, and she noticed the heat flare again in his brown eyes. She’d expected an argument, but he seemed pleased with her answer.
“I want you to wear what’s inside this package.” He held out a linen-wrapped item which she reluctantly accepted.
“I want you wearing it and sitting on your bed, waiting for me.”
She nodded. Without another word, he turned away, grabbed the reins of his horse, and walked toward the barn.
You’ll be too busy fighting the pleasure. Oh my gosh, had he really said that? My, oh my, he was a confident one in his abilities, wasn’t he? None of the men she’d serviced had made her feel anything. She just went through the motions and pretended she enjoyed the sex. It would be the same with this guy, she thought as on strangely trembling legs, she headed for her farmhouse, walking a little bit too quickly for her comfort.
After bedding his horse in the barn, Logan grabbed one of his saddlebags, emptied out the money, counted half the amount he promised, and stuffed it into an empty feed sack. He eyed the interior of the barn for a good hiding place for the rest of the money and decided on putting it into the hayloft on the second floor. After the money was secure, he grabbed one of his saddlebags and the feed sack with her money in it then headed out to the water pump where, to his surprise, he found a folded towel, face cloth, and a new bar of soap. The woman must have gotten the supplies while he was in the barn.
He gazed at the farmhouse and was pleasantly amused to catch sight of the woman studying him from one of the lower-floor windows. He grinned and waved, enjoying how quickly she disappeared after being caught watching him.
She was definitely the cutest pleasure girl he’d come across. She wore her auburn hair in one thick braid that went down to her mid-back. Her short bangs had been brushed messily to the sides as if she’d been wiping her hair back off her forehead through the day. She looked to be just about as tall as he and as old as his thirty-three years. Her eyes were dark brown, and her lips were full and very kissable-looking. And he swore she’d blushed in the twilight while discussing the terms of their arrangement.
What was up with that? A pleasure girl blushing? Dr. Liz had assured him this woman had been in the business for at least a couple of years and would most likely accommodate him and his friends.
Well, whatever the blushing was about, she’d agreed to some of his terms. Now all he needed to do was wash up. As he grabbed the handle of the pump, he couldn’t stop but gaze around at his surroundings. Shadows were dropping throughout the yard as the golden sun dipped past the snow-capped mountains to the west.
While he was keeping an eye on the place during the day, he’d noticed the barn roof needed reshingling, saw that some of the fences were down, and the rusty windmill squeaked with every gust of wind.
Now, upon closer inspection, he noticed she was struggling just to survive out here. The farmhouse looked in relatively good shape, but it could use a coat of white paint, and a couple of blue shutters needed to fixed before they fell off, plus the farm equipment as well as the truck were covered in dust. He understood why, too. The solar flares had fried most vehicles’ systems, and those that had been fixable needed gasoline. Unfortunately, these days, gasoline was hard to come by.
The Catastrophe had fried the entire world’s electrical grids, the solar flares short-circuiting pretty much everything from nuclear plants to the Internet. He’d heard of the odd nuclear plant melting down Stateside. Realized he’d probably been exposed to radiation fallout. So, maybe his healthy days were numbered, but it was all out of his control, so he just took life one day at a time.
Understandably, it was taking a long time to train survivors as replacement workers for the various factories that made parts needed to get the coal plants, nuclear plants, and other electricity producers up and running again. The lack of electricity had thrown cities, towns, and villages into the dark ages. Looting was rampant. Prices for food and water were skyrocketing.
It seemed everybody that had the ability to make a buck had no problem exploiting the people who needed
