It had been a long dusty summer and every day another group of hopefuls came into town for one last good meal before heading out to the mines. I could read the looks on their faces as they dismounted and strutted into the saloon. Some were hunched over in desperation for a drink and some couldn't resist flashing the sack of gold they got lucky on. Either way, they all had a glint of lust in their eyes. I knew every day would bring the hopeful or the woeful and this would only bring more business to my girls.
It was easy to spot which girl I needed to send to a particular man. The younger men who were fresh off the saddle were always mystified by a woman who carried herself with the confidence and the blasé attitude to seduce. I enjoyed watching her saunter up to him and give him the "young man, you look like you could use a lesson in love" speech and then grab his head and press it into her bosom and shake it around as the onlookers gave their approval by hooting and hollering. He of course would be pressured not only by his fellow bar mates but by his own lust growing in the crotch of his pants. He had no choice but to let her take him upstairs and make a man out of him.
Then there were the men with more experience, the ones who had been out in the mines for too long or on the open planes with nothing to think about but screwing one of my girls until he was drained senseless and couldn't pump out anything more but a few lousy dollars to pay for her services. Those men always got the younger girls. The ladies who were fresh faced and still had the look of innocence. Some of them were even first times and I made sure to step in on the negotiations because virgins always brought in the big bucks. You could always find their kind of man with a scotch in one hand and a full house in the other. The card table was a good place for proposition as she could casually stroll by several men and they would ogle over her making a scene. Her walk was normally followed by harassment, all of them vying for her attention, some even swatting playfully at her tush. Several fights were started this way but it always ended the same. One gruff man would pay me for the pleasure of her time.
Sometimes I would stand in the hallways or at the bottom of the stairs at my place, listening to the sounds of money being made. It thrilled and excited me, not just because I was getting richer, but it was the raw sound of sex. The high pitched yelps and playful screams of the girls against the deep low grunting of the men getting off invoked thoughts in my own mind and I was always turned on by it. I never imagined that when I left the ranch behind I would end up the owner of what was then the restaurant and hotel. After a few minor changes, I was the proud owner of the most classy and successful saloon and bordello this side of the Kings River. Being a Madame opened up a side of me that I didn't know existed. I now found that pleasure, even self pleasure, was so erotic and fulfilling. The world was a cruel place and in times like this, you had to find a way to make enough money to survive.
I got my usual few hours of sleep after a typical busy night and awoke to grumblings amongst the local folk that my man's posse would be riding into town today. This was call for a special treatment and preparation as it had been three long months since I had my legs wrapped around him. Ethan Jones was the leader of the most feared gang of men in town. His boys would follow him into the gates of hell if he asked them to. Yes, when it came down to it, you could say they were bandits. I know deep down that Ethan's motives are to simply rectify the wrong that has been done but not everyone sees it that way. The robbery was to retrieve what was his in the first place. The fifty heads of cattle he took was simply payment for a bet that some drunk didn't remember making. The burned land, well, it was time for fresh crop anyway and as for the women that were raped, well, hell I don't have an excuse for that but he can't be responsible for all of his men's actions. He was known as a force to be reckoned with but only I knew how to deal with him and keep him tame.
Seated in the hard chair that I kept at the second story window of the bordello, I kept my eyes directed toward the horizon and imagined what I wanted to do to Ethan. I found my hands moving over my breasts, massaging them while thinking it was Ethan that was touching me. I trailed one hand lower, over my thin dressing gown and found my way to my pleasure spot. Slowly I spread my legs apart and gently rubbed the palm of my hand over my mound. I moved my fingers over my sensitive lips and spread them apart. I slowly moved my fingers in circles around my clit, knowing that I would pleasure myself in the way only I knew how. Round and round, easy pressure then firm pressure, I could feel my breath become heavy and watched my breasts rise and fall with each inhale and exhale. I slid one finger inside the warmth of my pussy and could feel my muscles grip onto it. The pressure on my clit became harder and I circled it more feverishly now. I dipped in and out of the moisture and continued to swirl around my clit. I could feel myself reaching an orgasm and my legs tensed up, stiff and firm. A gasp escaped my lips and a soft moan came out just as I peaked. As my breathing returned to normal I figured it best to get started on a home cooked meal for Ethan. A smile spread across my face.
I dressed quickly. Knee length bloomers (expected for a lady but certainly not a Madame) covered by an ankle length skirt. I wore Ethan's favorite daisy printed, high collared, ruffled shirt and the hook and eye boots that he purchased for me at Buster Brown's. In the kitchen I began working on a stew that I knew needed a few hours to reach its full flavor. At the same time I pulled the ingredients for an apple pie, he was a sucker for my pie. My girls were piling in the kitchen, hungry to refuel after a night of work. The chatter was sometimes annoying but I found the laughter reassuring that they were having fun. As I cooked, I listened to them tell stories about the previous nights events. Apparently one of the Mcleary brothers enjoyed his hour with Katie and Julia so much that he already made arrangements for another rendezvous tonight. Jimmy Walker got a little to risqué for Danielle that she had to swat him on the ass as a punishment and apparently he liked it so much that he paid extra for her to spank him a few times more. The girls were in fits of giggles and I had to turn to them and remind them that we had a good night and no one got hurt.
"Ms. Dixie, you know we are always careful and I do have protection should I need it." Katie said as she pulled the derringer from out of her garter belt.
"Come hell or high water, I hope you don't ever have to use that thing, Katie, or else we will have a mess on our hands with Sheriff Taylor. You know the law doesn't take kindly to prostitutes." I wasn't sure why some of the girls laughed under the breath at my mention of Sheriff Taylor.
Katie huffed, "I know, Ms. Dixie, but after getting smacked upside the head I aim to use this before having to turn black and blue again."
A deep voice surprised us all. "That wont happen while I am here, little Katie."
All the girls shrieked and went crazy as they turned and looked at Ethan. He was greeted with hugs and kisses but there was only one woman that he wanted to lay his lips on.
"When did you get back, Mr. Jones?" Mabel asked cheerfully. "We are so happy to see you again, did Steven come back with you? If he did, can I see him again? Are you going to be staying a while this time?" Mabel was an incessant rambler. There were often complaints from the men that she didn't shut up but when it came down to it, she was vocal enough when the time was right.
"Ladies, please, you are making me look soft here. I have a reputation to uphold." Ethan said.
Enough was enough, I had to interrupt or Ethan would continue to be bombarded.
"Mable, that's enough questions. Ladies, please disperse to your civic duties. The physician's office needs a good cleaning and so does Mr. Jones here. Shoo!" I placed emphasis on my command to leave and the girls quickly grabbed the last of their breakfast dishes, popped them in the sink and scrambled out of the house.
I was in the midst of drying my hands in the linen towel when he walked in and I continued to dry them as I waked over to him. "Welcome home, Ethan"
"Ms. Dixie, coming home to you is like finding a little piece of heaven in this place called hell."
"Hmmmm, I like the sound of that. I have a nice meal cooking up for you now, but how about we start by cleaning you up a bit?" Before I could finish my sentence, he pressed his body against mine and delved deep into my mouth with a kiss that I would sell my soul to the devil for.
"A bath sounds nice, Ms. Dixie, lead the way." I took him by the hand and led him to the bath house. I knew that he was going to need cleaning up so I was prepared. "I hope you don't mind, but I took the liberty of warming the water ahead of time because I knew you were going to be filthy."
He laughed, it was a deep, soulful laugh that frightened others but gave me gooseflesh.
I stood on the tips of my toes and reached up to take off his chocolate brown Stetson. I ran my hands over his stubbly head. It was unusual for a man today to keep a shaved head. I started unbuttoning his shirt; his chest had just a sprinkling of hair and his arms were strong and defined. For a moment, I just stood there looking at him. Yet, I couldn't resist touching him.
"Ms. Dixie..." he spoke my name quietly and I could not only hear the lust in his voice I could feel it between our bodies. I knew he wanted me to touch him, but I just had to undress him. That was my ritual, what made it erotic for me. His shirt fell to the floor and I circled around him, running my hand from his chest and around his sides then up and down his back. From behind him, I kissed his back. It was salty from his sweat and I found myself biting into his flesh playfully. My hands circled around to the front of his pants and I unbuckled his dusty chaps. The made a dull thud sound as they hit the ground.
"Sit down, Ethan. I need to take your boots off," I said as I guided him to the stool beside the copper tub. He stretched his long legs out and I straddled them backwards. I leaned forward to grip the sides of his boots and I knew he was staring at my tush.
I felt the sides of my dress being pulled up and his long fingers were trying to get under the lacy bloomers I had on. "Ms. Dixie, I do believe you are wearing the undergarments of a lady, now why would you wear something you know damn well is going to come off?"
