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  "Please, Mistress, may I come for you?"

  "No, slave,” she said as she put the flogger down and began the task of shaving Sheridan's mons and pussy. Sheridan watched Erika massage her mons with the shave gel, reacting more when she rubbed the warmed gel on her pussy. Next, Erika skillfully removed the hair from her, her body clean. When she finished, she massaged the gardenia-scented oil into her denuded skin.

  Sheridan could not believe how aroused the flogger made her. The pain/pleasure of her punishment caused her to crave release, now denied to her.

  "Master desires his slave to bathe and shampoo her hair in gardenia, like the gel and oil. He's sent you body spray and some other things for your use."

  "Yes, Mistress."

  "I repeat, Master R requests this be done daily. He does not like any part of his slave's skin to be rough."

  "Yes, Mistress Erika."

  "Good, you are a fast learner."

  Sheridan smiled, Erika cleaning the remains of the gel from her body. The soft touch of the fluffy towel caused her to gasp, her clit throbbing.

  "No, slave, you may not pleasure yourself unless you are instructed to."

  "I'm sorry, Mistress, a jolt seared through me."

  "But you must learn to hold your reactions."

  "Yes, Mistress."

  "As a therapist, you must have built up a certain amount of stamina from marathon sessions."

  "Yes, I did."

  "Good, you'll have to do the same here. There will be times when your body seeks release and needs to come but you will not be permitted to. You must overcome your need because you are here to please us as we pleasure Master R. The ultimate will be your pleasure, which you'll enjoy thanks to our commands."

  "I think I understand."

  "It's a simple concept really,” Erika commented as she gazed at Sheridan's body. Her eyes rested on her slave's breasts, her nipples hard and aching. Sheridan shivered under her scrutiny waiting for Mistress Erika to continue.

  "Your nipples are good for piercing."

  "Mistress?"

  "Your nipples will take body jewelry if Master R desires."

  Sheridan blushed at the thought while in the back of her mind, she asked herself who the hell he thought he was. Your master, Sheridan. Heat coursed through her, body piercing a huge turn-off but right now, she wanted it.

  "Slave?"

  "I've always considered it unnecessary. I mean ears are..."

  "I felt the same way. Since coming here, I've had my nipples, belly and clit done."

  "You are very beautiful, Mistress."

  "And highly aroused at all times.” Erika laughed.

  Sheridan smiled, Erika giving her something else to consider. She padded into the shower, noticing the gardenia scented soap and body wash in the shower stall. Body spray waited on the counter. Master is serious.

  * * * *

  Master R watched Erika flog, then take tender loving care of his new slave. It impressed him how willing Sheridan Greenlaw was to assume her new position as a submissive. Watching the two women made him hard, though he would ignore his needs to concentrate on Sheridan.

  Playing voyeur to the most naturally beautiful woman he'd ever laid eyes on, he watched her shower leaning against the wall for support. He agreed with Erika's assessment of Sheridan's nipples—he wanted them pierced and always aroused.

  He noticed when Erika and Sheridan chatted, Sheridan's body reacted to the mention of his name, much like her reaction to his voice. Tonight would be interesting indeed.

  He called Garth to explain exactly what he needed him to do later, then turned back to watch Sheridan dress for the evening.

  Erika came into his office, standing as Yelena had earlier.

  "Yes?"

  "Slave Sheridan is clean-shaven as you desire. She took her punishment well, though she does not like being denied release. Her toiletries have been replaced as you ordered."

  "Very good."

  "How may I please you?"

  "Come ride me now, Slave Erika."

  Erika gladly ran to where he sat, removed his pants, then straddled his lap, his cock filling her. Master R sat up, pulling her tight against him while he fucked her. She cried out when he released his hot seed into her.

  "Mistress, I'm sorry."

  "For what, Master?"

  "For thinking of another while I fuck your beautiful pussy."

  "I don't mind, Master. If she's the one, you'll have her soon enough."

  "I'm not being fair."

  "I don't care,” she screamed when he filled her again, Erika always able to keep him hard and horny.

  "I am truly lucky,” he whispered.

  "We all are."

  * * * *

  Ross dressed for his evening with Sheridan Greenlaw. He would take her to one of the bars in Coeur d'Alene and let her live out her fantasy of being a prostitute. It had been arranged to have Master Garth pick her up and take her to his apartment. The entire time, Ross would be watching. If anyone strange approached her, he'd make sure they were discouraged, the only way to keep the doctor safe.

  He looked up to see her descending the staircase, her heels clicking on the marble steps, his breath caught by her elegance. Even in the dress she wore, Sheridan looked delicious.

  "Very nice, Doc."

  "Thank you,” she said, blushing under the heat of his gaze.

  Ross could not get over how a simple dress like the one she wore could be so damned hot. It hung from a ribbon at her neck, hugging every curve of her luscious body. On top of it all, the light glistened off the metallic material. The short length highlighted her beautiful legs, Ross’ cock straining against his pants. God, I want to fuck her...

  He helped her into her chinchilla coat, then suddenly spun her around to face him.

  "Are you wearing anything under the dress?"

  "No."

  "Good. Tonight, you will experience the life of a lady of the evening. You'll enter CD's Saloon after I go in, then go straight to the bar. I will always be nearby to ensure your safety. A man will come up to you and ask you to leave with him. You will. Master R wants you to sleep with him since he feels this is the only way for you to truly understand their lifestyle."

  "I see."

  "Do you want to use your safe word?'

  "No, I need to do this if I want to be honest with my patients."

  "Then let's go,” he said, apprehension ruling him.

  He made sure she settled into the front seat of his Mercedes Benz before he slipped behind the wheel. They drove in silence, Ross noticing Sheridan sitting in deep thought.

  "What's up, Doc?” he asked quietly.

  "I never considered sex from the aspect of a hooker. I've never had any come to me for help. I wonder—am I that transparent or shallow?"

  "Are you truly up to this?"

  "Yes,” she answered, determination in her voice.

  A few moments later, she watched Ross Beckham enter CD's Saloon. She steeled herself, then walked inside, heading straight for the bar. She removed her coat, slipping it over the back of her bar stool, then slid onto it. The hem of her dress rode up a little giving everyone in the bar a good view of her sexy long legs. The chill of the polished wood against her naked skin sent thrills through her.

  * * * *

  She ordered champagne, sipping the sparkling wine partly to bolster her confidence and partly for something to do. She watched the television absently noticing it showed a baseball game. She glanced around the room, spying Ross at a back table with another woman. How can he help me if I need him when he's otherwise engaged?

  "Busy tonight?” a voice asked, bringing her back to reality.

  "Yes, it is,” she replied.

  "Would you like another drink?"

  "No, thank you but feel free,” she suggested. He leaned over her lap to signal the bartender, his hand touching her leg. She jumped a little but went with it. She prayed Ross could see what was happening.

  "My name is Garth. Yours
?"

  "Sheri ... Sherry."

  "Nice to meet you. Hey, listen, I live around the corner. Why don't we go there? It's too loud here."

  She looked to Ross, busy with another woman. Some protection...

  "Sure, why not? One question?"

  "Shoot."

  "What do you do for a living?"

  * * * *

  Ross watched Sheridan like a hawk. The man he had doubling for him had succeeded in angering her to the point she made the decision to leave the bar with the first man to ask her. He listened to their conversation, Garth playing up his role. It surprised Ross when she had the courage to ask him what he did for a living. Good girl...

  He followed them to the apartment the ranch kept down the street. If any of the men from the ranch drank too much and couldn't drive home, they stayed there but Sheridan knew nothing about it, meaning she had no clue about the rear entrance he intended to use.

  Garth escorted her into the building, the couple disappearing from sight. Ross slipped into the alley, then snuck up a rear stairway and into the hallway near the master bedroom. He heard their conversation, her soft voice music to her ears. He peered into the living room where Garth went into his act as her john.

  "How much do you charge for a night?"

  "Depends on your desires."

  Ross saw how high the dress rode on her hip and inwardly groaned. She intended to take this all the way, despite his trying to talk her out of it. He hoped she would name an extravagant price intending to scare her suitor off.

  "I usually get seven fifty for an evening. I had the night free, which is why I went to CD's."

  "I see."

  "All right, seven fifty it is,” he agreed, extending his hand while motioning to the bedroom.

  "I request it up front."

  "I'm good for it, I swear,” he said, pulling her up. The coat fell to the couch when she stood. He led her down the hall and into the bedroom, where he stopped by the side of the bed. He started kissing her and she let him lift her skirt over her hips and he grabbed her ass while their kiss deepened. Ross closed his eyes, inwardly groaning.

  "I like my women blindfolded,” Garth informed her.

  "Oh, why?"

  "Adds to the mystery."

  "You're not..."

  "No, I'm not into kinky. I like to watch the other senses become more aroused when the eyes can't see—so much more erotic."

  "All right,” she agreed cautiously.

  Garth took a silk scarf from the closet, blindfolding Sherry. He slipped away.

  "I'm removing my clothes and will be right with you."

  "All right."

  Ross switched places with Garth, his hard body dying to take her. He went to her, grabbing her ass and squeezing. She gasped, then relaxed when she felt the heat of his breath on her neck. The feel of her dress sliding down the length of her body obviously aroused her more, her nipples hard and begging for attention.

  She started when he took her nipple between his teeth, nipping it right before he sucked her breast into his mouth. His hands gripped her ass firmly, Sheridan moaning and pulling him closer.

  "You..."

  He nodded against her chest repeating his assault on her other breast. He pulled her against him hard, then quietly released her before applying light pressure to her shoulder, pushing her to her knees—words unnecessary.

  He held his breath when she brushed her lips along his length. The feel of them on the head of his swollen cock while her tongue teased his slit drove him wild. He wanted to pound his cock into her mouth like he had at their first meeting but held back. Patience would have to rule.

  She moved on his cock, driving him crazy with desire. His hand pressed her closer to him, her lips touching his balls—the feeling heavenly. He exploded into her mouth holding her to him with a viselike grip. Ross drew her back, then lifted her up, roughly kissing her swollen lips. When he took her to bed, he put her on her knees, marveling at the subtle perfection of her tits and ass.

  Ross could tell she listened to everything going on around her, making sure to exaggerate his movements when he ripped open the foil packet containing a condom. He slipped it on, then drove his engorged cock into her with a powerful drive. She gasped, taking him without a problem. He slowly teased her before he pounded her cunt, raw natural drive taking over. She gasped again, panting as he pumped his cock like a piston, hard and fast. As he exploded, he leaned over her, grabbing her breasts and squeezing hard. They rose up together, Ross pulling Sheridan tight against him. He nipped at her neck while pinching her nipples a few seconds before they dropped to the bed, spent.

  She fell asleep in his arms. Ross kissed her before leaving the apartment. He made sure she would wake to find her fee—one thousand dollars. Slipping out the back door, then down to the street, he crossed to a black car parked across the street since Garth had taken his Benz home. He slid behind the wheel of the car with deep tinted windows, then waited until she left the apartment to return to the ranch.

  * * * *

  Sheridan woke, unsure of her surroundings. She removed the blindfold looking for Garth. She rolled over to find him gone, though a note with one thousand dollars waited for her. She read the note—

  Thanks for the fabulous evening. You are worth way more than the price you earned.

  Sheridan dropped back on the pillow, sick to her stomach.

  "What the hell did I do to myself?"

  She quickly dressed, grabbed the note, money and her coat and left the apartment. She went outside, trying to hail a cab but several drove by, ignoring her. She couldn't figure out where she was, unfamiliar to the area. She thought about the money—at least she could buy new clothes and a plane ticket.

  A car pulled up, the window sliding down.

  "Want a ride? I got a nice..."

  "No!” she shrieked, stepping back from the curb. Her head spun. You asked for it. You had to do hands-on research...

  "Sheridan?” a voice called.

  "Ross?"

  "I've been looking for you all night."

  "You could have paid more attention to me instead of your girlfriends,” she accused.

  "I was next to you at the bar."

  "You sat at a table in the back with a harem."

  "No, I didn't. I stood at the bar within earshot of you and Garth. I came back from going to the men's room to see you leaving with him. I..."

  "Oh, my God, what did I do?"

  "Get in."

  Quickly, she got into the car, slumping on the seat sobbing. As soon as they returned to the ranch, she ran from the car into the house and straight to her suite. She tried to lock the door but couldn't. She threw the dress to the side, ran into the bathroom and took a hot shower. She wanted to scrub the previous night off her. She felt...

  Sheridan could not put into words how she felt. She'd gotten what she'd asked for, becoming a thousand dollar a night hooker and for what? Research? Was her profession truly worth what she'd gone through in the last twelve hours and what she'd agreed to do during the remainder of her stay? Because some bitch questioned you...

  She screamed, her desperate sadness echoing through the huge estate.

  * * * *

  Master R watched her from the moment she tried to lock herself in the guest suite. Sheridan tore at his heart, giving him cause to want to withdraw his offer to go through with the rest of her training. Never had he intended for her to hurt the way she did right now. He knew Ross had been tough on her but it had been the agreed upon scenario for her experience as a lady of the evening.

  He turned away while she curled into a ball sobbing under the hot running water. He reached to switch off the monitoring equipment and froze, her screams sending chills through him. Instead, he picked up the phone.

  "Get in there with her now!"

  * * * *

  Ross knocked on the door before he cautiously entered Sheridan Greenlaw's room. He heard her sobs emanating from the bathroom. He stopped, hating what she'd been th
rough while knowing he had to shoulder the blame.

  He took off his jacket, shoes and socks before he went into the bathroom. He stood for a moment desperately trying to figure out what to say to her. Somehow, I'm sorry didn't begin to ease the situation.

  "Sheridan?"

  "Go away! I don't want anyone to see me like this."

  "It's a little late for that. Master R has seen it all. He's upset about..."

  "Then why are you here? Why isn't he? Did I misbehave or embarrass him?"

  "No, you did not. He doesn't know how to handle the situation. He never intended last night to go the way it did."

  "In a way, I'm glad it did. It made me realize how naïve and close-minded I am. I never had a working girl come to me for help and it's good because I had no idea of the way they're used and left. I made more last night than I asked for and it made me feel no better than if he'd left me with a tenth of that amount. These girls have to have some pride."

  "They do. It's the pimps and the johns who take it away."

  "I felt like trash this morning but not after I woke up after great sex. It came from being bought and paid for, like I was a mechanic or something. The money and the note..."

  "Sheridan, I don't know where to begin to tell you how Master R and I feel..."

  "Don't. I asked for it. I should have said..."

  "No, last night should have been handled differently."

  "Ross, I learned more last night than I could have if you play acted it here."

  Ross slid in next to her, putting his arm around her and pulling her close. He felt heat travel between them but ignored it. Sheridan had been damaged and he had to find a way to fix her. She curled into him while he held her, the water continuing to drench them.

  "Tell me how I can make this better,” he whispered.

  Sheridan looked at him, their eyes locking. She reached up, putting her hand to his face. His hand went over hers, the heat between them intensifying. She pulled him into a kiss, their tongues dancing. He drew back, pushing her wet hair back from her face before he kissed her again.

  "Fuck me,” she whispered.

  "No, you deserve to be loved slowly...” A kiss. “Deliberately...” Another kiss. “Tenderly...” Another kiss. “Romantically...” Another kiss. “You deserve a doting lover to treat you like a queen."