The Ranch

I took Jimmy's hand and stopped by to let Savannah know, "I'll be in Room #3." I opened the door to the room and led him to the large, plush bed. It was King Sized and covered in a soft green duvet, lot's of plump pillows lined the headboard.

I kneeled on the edge of the bed and rubbed my tits through the cloth of the tee-shirt. I looked at my first client and smiled at him, "So, hon, what can I do for you? Do you want me to start by sucking you off?" I reached down and massaged his cock through his jeans, "Or do you have something else in mind?" I flipped up my skirt and rubbed my clit through the silver thong to show him how excited I was for him. My pussy was already wet from the thought of fucking my first John.
 
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Jimmy

Glory checked in with the red head. Jimmy logged Savannah's name into his mental address book. He had been right about her. She either ran the place or was the Mommacat. Either way, Jimmy figured she was the one to talk to before he left. She would either make the deal or put him together with someone who could.

Glory led Jimmy by the hand to the room. It was as nice as the main room had been. Nicely furnished. Definitely a class operation.

Glory got on the bed and started rubbing herself, tits, pussy. She was definitely motivated. Her pussy must have been getting all slicked up because Jimmy could begin to detect the scent of sex on her.

"Yeah!! Good idea!! That will do for starters." Jimmy stepped up to Glory at the edge of the bed in anticipation as she started to fumble with his belt. His hard-on was already raging.
 
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Randy Traverse

Stevie introduced me to his sister then hugged me. I could tell he was marking his territory. I didn't mind, before we had an open relationship and with both of working as hookers, I didn't think he would mind.

I took Savannah's offered hand. It was warm and soft, and the lady was so beautiful and sexy. She was dressed like a slut, and wore that lookwell. My dick started growing hard and her finger tips teased my palm.


Randy answered Savannah's question with a wicked smile, "I swing both ways, that's why they call me Randy. hehehe. I 'knew' you brother in Cali, we are old and now current roomates. But our relationship isn't exclusive, otherwise it would make hooking a problem. hehehe. So, do I have a job?"
 
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Savannah

"Yes, you've got a job. We have apartments in the back, but if I know my brother, he's already gotten you already settled in."

Stevie couldn't hide the sheepish look on his face.

"We've got a meeting tonight after closing. Be in the reception area. Randy, if you'll follow me to the office, we'll have a chat about the operation and what your pay will be."
 
Randy Traverse

I followed Savannah's swaying ass-tease to her office. She may have not being doing that on purpose, but it still had an effect on me.

Randy followed Savanna into her office. She shut the door and sat down in her office chair. Randy didn't wait for her to speak, "So Boss lady, I'm ready to do what you say."
 
"So Boss lady, I'm ready to do what you say."

Randy had taken no notice of Elizabeth, who was huddled in front of the monitors and looking for all the world like she could just disappear. Savannah gestured towards her. "Randy, this is Elizabeth. She's our office girl. She's kind of shy, so don't expect her to talk much."

Elizabeth, you may go take a break. Randy and I need to do his papers. He's going to work here."

Elizabeth literally jumped out of her chair and all but ran from the room. Savannah shook her head and turned toward Randy. "Why I hired that girl remains a mystery. I guess my soft heart won out on that one." She leaned back and careful not to make contact with the wood and her shoes, rested her ankles on the desk. "Have a seat Randy. First off, your pay will be 30% of the money from each client you entertain. Any extra tips they give are yours to keep. Your job as far as the government knows is a male entertainer. Remember that when you make out your taxes. I don't take anything out up front, so I'd suggest you hold some back to pay your taxes when the time comes.

Do you have any aversion to doing threesomes or above or BDSM type play? We have rooms available for clients looking for that special experience. You can take a couple to a regular private room, but when the party gets larger than that, you move to the multiple room and the rates increase. Regular rooms are $300 an hour per person, so if you get a couple, it would be $300 from each of them. The special rooms are $500 an hour per person."

Savannah moved her shapely legs off the desk and rifled through the drawer, pulling out some papers. She pushed them across the desk to lay in front of Randy. "Fill these out and just leave them here when you are done. I'm assuming your sharing quarters with Stevie, so the two of you can work out the split in rent."

Standing, she held out her hand. "Welcome to The Ranch."
 
stevie

With Glory making her exit, leading her client by the hand and both of them grinning, and my sister and Randy disappearing into the office I was left alone at the bar with Dante and Randy's half-full drink. I sat down on the stool that had been recently occupied by my sister and crossed my arms in front of my chest.

Dante looked at me with a bit of a smirk and said, "Eh, ya can't win 'em all man. You want something?"

I told him no, it was too early for me to start throwing down drinks. I was just anxious for some more potential business. Daytime was typically slower than evenings, although there were some lunchtime "regulars" that would drop in a couple days a week, and weren't afraid to spend some money.

I heard the office door open and Elizabeth quickly stepped through it, shutting it quietly behind her. This bugged me. I really hoped they were just doing paperwork..When Dante saw me turn my face to the sound of Elizabeth opening it, I swear I heard him chuckle. but then, he quickly covered it up with, "Relax, dude. You know they're just going over formalities."

It wasn't that I really minded sharing with my sis. We'd done that before, and it proved to be fun..but shit, I hoped to be the first one to 'welcome' Randy to the Ranch...
 
Randy Traverse

I told Savannah that had no problem with any of those things, then laughed. My eyes were examining her legs very closely and moved up to her beautiful face when she pulled out the paperwork.

Randy concentrated on the paperwork, not noticing the comings and goings in the office. He liked the way Savannah ran her place. It was truly a professional operation and those were the only ones worth working for. He made short work of forms and was about to leave. Randy needed to tidy up and change his outfit for work.
 
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Sheriff Braxton:

OOC: Back from the hurricane shelter on Monday, lights back on late Tues night and heeerrrrrrrrrreeeeeeee I am. *g
Only loss was food in the refridg so dodged another bullet. Now hope that Ivan visits someplace else or dies in the Gulf someplace.

IC:
There was no doubt in Braxton's mind he'd be back to visit Savannah and her girls and very often too. He had no idea where she got the idea his Lincoln Navigator was his patrol car as the lights were concealed, but he'd park close to an entrance in case he had to leave in a hurry so maybe he'd better talk to her about a "Reserved" sign out front or one at the back door on his next visit.

There was no doubt in the wide west that Savannah was one damned hot woman with a body to match, and the skills to set it all off in one hell'uva package.

Now he'd try out each of the girls of course and probably more than once, but he had a feeling he'd always be returning to Savannah.

When he left he took off down the road away from town and toward his house, but ten minutes later he drove by again when he was called back to the office to meet with the County Administrator about his proposed budget for the coming year.

Starting to in grain an new habit now that he and Savannah has struck their deal Braxton surveyed the parking lot and he recognized Jimmy's wheels.

He chuckled to himself wondering what kind of pimping deal he'd try to set up for steering to bringing customers there.

As he passed and though about Savannah again he pictured her sultry striptease, how well she'd deep throated and then fucked him and felt his dick getting hard all over again.

'Perhaps another stop on the way to the ranch after meeting Richards is in order,' he thought to himself as he adjusted his pants to make the swelling more comfortable.
 
Eilzabeth

OOC: Welcome back. Glad you didn't get hit too bad.


IC:

Trying to get her mind off the things she'd seen on the monitor, Elizabeth occupied herself with checking office supplies. She couldn't find the staples... she did find a box labled "toys". Movement on monitor # 3 caught her attention. As she moved to the chair she thought "why would there be childen's toys at the ranch?"

It was Meg with a customer. She climbed on the bed and rubbed her nipples, then rubbed the man's cock through his pants and then rubbed her crotch and smiled. From the smile on her face, Meg seemed to be enjoying herself... could it be that Elizabeth's husband had been wrong? Could sex be fun for women too?

With one hand Elizabeth rubbed her own nipples, like she'd seen Meg do, and with the other hand pressed her crotch through the fabric of her slacks...

The office door opend and Savannah came in followed by the handsome blond who'd been with Stevie earlier.

"So Boss lady, I'm ready to do what you say."

Having been caught touching herself by the boss, Elizabeth wished she could disappear.

"Randy, this is Elizabeth. She's our office girl. She's kind of shy, so don't expect her to talk much."
"Elizabeth, you may go take a break. Randy and I need to do his papers. He's going to work here."


Relief flooded her... they hadn't seen what she was doing... she practiclly ran for the door.
As she stepped throught the door to the lounge, Stevie turned to look but went back to his conversation with Dante, a disappointed expression flitting across his face.

Elizabeth needed someplace quiet, someplace private to collect her thoughts and just relax. She couldn't go to her apartment without going back through the office, the lounge and bar wouldn’t be private, she headed for the ladies room. Once she was safely locked inside the stall, she thought about what she’d seen, done and especially how it had felt. It felt good...

Hesitantly, she rubbed her breasts, that feels good then gently pinched her nipples that feels even better the tingling she’d felt earlier was back. She pinched a little harder and the hot tingling shot down her belly to her crotch. She took one hand away from her breasts and followed the sensation, running her hand down inside her slacks and panties to her most private place. Shyly, she caressed the soft, warm folds between her legs then slid one finger inside the hot moist opening. The tingling intensified and a slick wetness covered her hand. She stroked her finger in and out of her wet hole then added another finger. A soft moan escaped her lips as waves of pleasure washed over her. The electric sensations building, Elizabeth’s hand moved faster, thrusting her fingers deeper into her hot, drenched box until her orgasm blasted through her.

Trembling from the experience she’d just had, her first... orgasm(?) Elizabeth got herself cleaned up and put back together enough to make a run for her apartment.
 
Sheriff Braxton:

The meeting when on for far to long since the result was the same, he'd get what he wanted so new patrol cars could be bought, the plane and helicopter's engine's overhauled, a new computer bought and three new deputies hired, plus enough to run the county jail and hire three new jailers.

That done he'd locked his office, shot the shit with the dispatcher for a few minutes and headed out. Out to home, after another stop at The Ranch to sample some of their wares.

He wondered who it would be and if that shy and tasty looking office girl would be interested in being fucked by the Sheriff. He liked 'breaking in' women new to sex and from how she acted she was sure one of them and if he knew the man she was married to he'd bet a month's take that if she got laid more than once a week or maybe even twice a month that would be just about all. That'll make her damned near virgin tight.

He'd find out pretty quickly and if she wasn't agreeable there was always one of the others or red hot Savannah.
 
[OOC] A favor to ask... if you are an entertainer/client and you go to one of the rooms... try to complete business fairly soon in real time (within 24 hours if possible). Otherwise, we don't have any entertainers to take care of any new customers who might come in... and it will take forever and a day just to get through one Ranch day. I understand sometimes things come up (like hurricanes :eek: ... and that's fine, but let's try! Thanks! :)
 
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OOC:

CM don't forget posting from various time zones too. Might I suggest rather than 24 hours making it a certain number of posts? That would encourage longer ones so things could move along more quickly.
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[OOC] Number of posts? Not sure I follow... (I realize we are posting from different time zones... maybe 48 hours then?)
 
OOC:

I meant each client visit has to be concluded within ___ number of posts. Perhaps between 5 and 10 of them CM.
 
Savannah

"When you finish the paperwork, just leave it on the desk. You can go ahead and get changed and come out onto the reception floor. We still have a few hours of business tonight and someone might come in."

Savannah headed back out to reception and looked around for Elizabeth, but she was no where to be seen. Now where has that girl gone off to?" She walked around behind the bar, admiring Dante's firm ass as she pushed the intercom button that led to the apartments.

"Elizabeth, you're needed back in the office please."

Walking back around the bar to sit on the one of the stools, she glanced over at Dante.

"If business doesn't pick up, we are going to be dead in the water soon."
 
Sherrif Braxton:

When he returns to The Ranch Jimmy's car is the only one in the parking lot.
He pulls around back and parks in front of the back door and walks in through it, through the back room, down the hall where there are public restrooms and into the lounge area then to the bar.

Seeing Savannah seated at the bar he walks over and sits beside her, "Slow night Savannah. How long have you been open for business?"

Then, "Dante, a draft please," and he lays 5.00 on the bar.
 
Savannah jumped when the Sheriff's voice boomed out beside her.

"We've only been in business a couple of days... How did you get in the back door? It supposed to be bolted shut from the inside."

Savannah knew Dante wouldn't be that careless... she wondered if Stevie had gone out back.
 
Sheriff Braxton:

"There isn't a lock I can't pick Savannah thanks to the U.S. Army's training," he smiles at her, "and you did ask me not to park out front, but the Lincoln has to be close in case of an emergency so the back door it was.
"Hmmm, I think it's about time I spread the word about the new business in town.
"Mind moving to a table so we can discuss what's "on available and it's cost" 'cause I know I'll be asked."
 
Elisabeth

"Elizabeth, you're needed back in the office please." Savannah’s voice came over the intercom.

After changing her pants, they were drenched, Elizabeth slipped her shoes on and ran from her apartment, down the hall and into the office. It was empty. She caught her breath then continued out to the lounge. Savannah was sitting at the bar and the Sheriff was sitting next to her. The sheriff may be an officer of the law but he scared her. He even looked at Savannah like she was prey and she was the strongest woman Elizabeth had ever met.

Elizabeth approached the bar being sure to keep her boss between the sheriff and herself. “I’m here Savannah”.
 
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Randy Traverse

I finished the paper work and left it on Savannah's desk. Then I slipped out of her office and headed for Stevie's apartment, our apartment. Stevie could be a little clingy at times, but there was no man I'd rather fuck.

Randy opened the underwear drawer. He pulled out a pair of bright orange thong bikini underwear and a black tank-top. suitably dressed, randy prowled to the longe area. On the way he paraded past the bar and threw a hip at Savannah. "Meet with your approval?" Randy asked her.

Randy slinked into the lounge and sat in Stevie's lap. He said, "Honey, I'm home." then gave him a big wet kiss.
 
Dante

OOC: Sorry I've been out of comission for so long guys. My work schedule has been hellatious. I'm trying to get SOME form of internet at my house, but it looks like :devil: dialup :devil: is shaping up to be my only option. Anyhow, thank you for putting Dante on autopilot for me.

Dante watched the Sheriff come in through the back and nearly flipped out. He was going to have to have a bit of a talk with Savannah later about exactly how tall this son of a bitch got to walk around here. Skimming off the top for not putting them under, that was one thing. Taking free services and letting them keep their liscence, that was one thing as well. But fucking with his goddamned security was another thing entirely. Braxton was damned lucky Dante hadn't mistaken him for an intruder.

OK, well, an intruder that didn't have ANY business being there, at least.

But Dante wasn't exactly a hot tempered kind of guy. So when the order for a beer came to him he was very polite and cordial.

"Here, you go, wayne. On the house. Keep it."

He slid the $5 back to the Sheriff and Dante was out of the way once again. He checked if all of the customers were taken care of and then went to check the damage on his $40 dollar lock that he had told Savannah she needed.

The lock was fine, but that was another problem. Under his breath, Dante muttered, "U.S. Army my little sisters kicked in goddamn teeth. They use CO2 and kick the fucker in. Looks like we're not the only people he 'lets' operate with impunity." If he let burglars do their thing for a cut, this guy was worse in Dante's book than originally thought. If he had the kind of training that little stunt took, and the Army had trained him, he wouldn't be talking about it.

Unless he had a very big fucking mouth....
 
stevie

Seeing Randy re appear after being in my sister's office in a change of clothes, very sexy clothes, plopping down right in my lap and laying a big sweet kiss on me was nearly to much combined with the cop's re entrance, and from the locked back door no less.

Looking past Randy's head and seeing the sheriff seat himself at the bar made me nervous. I broke the much anticipated kiss and whispered, "That fuckin' pig is back again. Is he gonna hassel us or does he just want seconds?"

Randy turned his head and got a good look at the sheriff for future referance. He seemed to take no notice of us sharing affection in the dimly lit lounge, so I did presume he was here for more of my sexy sister. I hated that it was the slow time of the day, and I had to stay out here in the lobby when I could be using my time very well back in my room--our room as it was now, with Randy.

Dante gave the cop a beer, and my sister appeared at his side and was talking to him. I wished we could just disappear for awhile. My gorgeous blond friend continued to sit in my lap with his arms around my neck as we silently watched the activity at the bar, but the lump in my thong was growing quickly. I shifted a little under his butt and he at once felt my growing excitement. He looked at me, and I said quietly, "God, it's been a long time. I missed you, bro."
 
Savannah

Savannah moved over to a table with the Sheriff. Right as they sat down, Elizabeth came hurring over to the table.

“I’m here Savannah”.

"We're done in the office, so I need you back there watching the montiors. We don't want anyone else to slip through the back door unnoticed." She cut her eyes toward the Sheriff with that last remark.

"Speaking of the back door... It seems we have a small problem. Your car is too well-known to be sitting out front, but I can't have you endangering my employees either by leaving the back door unsecured. Looks like we need a camera and a buzzer back there as well since I would imagine you'd mind too much walking around front and being buzzed in. Please don't let yourself in again. We'll be happy to open the door for you."

Savannah did nothing to hide the irration in her voice. Taking a cut of the profits and dipping himself into the services of the employees was one thing, but when he endangered her people, he was crossing the line. Dante caught her eyes as he returned from the back... and he did not look happy.

"Now, you were asking about prices and services. As of now, we have four entertainers... 2 females, one of which is me until I can get another girl and 2 males. Of the two males, one is man only, the other will go both ways. Regular private rooms are $300 an hour per person, 2 customers being the limit. More than two customers and they must use the mulitiple room, which is $500 an hour per person. For the same price, a customer can add a little kink to their life and use the other special room which has various BDSM related toys and equipment. At this point, I can't tell you which of our employees will only top or only bottom or switch, but I will find out at the employee meeting after closing. Any other questions?"
 
Sheriff Braxton:

Braxton moves to the table with Savannah leaving the 5.00 bill laying on the bar for a tip or whatever Dante chose to do with it.
It's one thing to "earn" the money he'll be collecting and sampling the ladies, but another to take free booze that has to be paid for to be replaced. He may be a bit bent, but he does have his principals.

"Now Savannah, would I leave the door unlocked? Of course not and it works just fine I assure you. I doubt anyone else in this area could have opened it as it's a first class lock. Whoever recommended it picked a good one I assure you.
"And I think we both know I'm not here to endanger anyone, in fact quite the opposite. Once word spreads, and I'll be sure it does, no one will mess with your place. That I can promise you and it's part of what you'll be paying me for, that assurance.
"Didn't mean to upset or startle you just trying to abide by your earlier request in the easiest way with the least bother to anyone and I did enjoy the practice it's been awhile," he ends with a chuckle.
 
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