Sheriff Owns The Town Pt 02

Mary greeted me with open arms. This allowed me to hug her and feel the soft, warmth of her skin. Her sheer dress gave her little protection from my hands. She gave me a soft kiss on the lips and allowed me to continue to run my hands over her body.

"Welcome, come on in. I've been waiting for you" she said with a smile.

The house was inviting with subdued pastel colors and soft lighting. It had a vintage, romantic feel. The smell of fresh flowers filled the air. This was a sexual and sensual woman inviting me into her nest.

She invited me to sit on the sofa and offered me a drink. While she went to get a scotch and water I looked around the room. It was more like an elegant, romantic bed and breakfast than a personal residence. I wondered whether this was part of her employment or a real date.

She returned wearing her sheer dress and a smile. I was sure she would have done anything I asked. But, the nights activities had worn me out. I was content to sit, have a night cap, and visit with this beautiful woman.

After about 20 minutes she stood up and offered me her hand.

"Follow me and we'll get you some rest" she said.

She led me into a bedroom that had a kingsize bed with plush satin linens already pulled down.

"Stand here and I will help you get out of these clothes" she instructed.

Having already had plenty of drinks and plenty of sex this night, it was pleasant to have this gorgeous creature helping me to bed. Once I was settled in, Mary slipped off her dress, turned off the light, and climbed in beside me.

I wasn't sure what time it was when I woke up, but the room was filled with daylight. Mary was there sitting on the edge of the bed nude.

"You look like you could use some personal attention" she said as she laid her soft, warm hand on my semi erect cock.

With slow, full strokes she brought me easily to a rigid hard-on. With the skill of a pornstar, she took me into her mouth. Moaning as if she was being pleasured, she looked into my eyes, and sucked my cock. After a short, world class bout of oral sex, I shot my load into her welcoming mouth. Not loosing a drop, she swallowed every once of cum I could produce.

"Good morning. Thanks for breakfast" she said with a smile.

Leaving me laying nude and satisfied, she headed for the door. As she walked, she purposefully made her ass sway invitingly.

"There's a robe here for you hanging by the door. Join me in a few minutes in the kitchen for breakfast" she said as she looked back over her shoulder.

When I got to kitchen, Mary was dressed in walking shorts and peasant blouse. Two plates sat on the table filled with a freshly cooked breakfast.

"Have a seat and I'll get our coffee" she said.

While eating breakfast, Mary inquired if I had any plans for the day. Not having any luck getting a lead about the debtor I was trying to locate, I needed to move on. Mary indicated that if I stayed, she would be free to spend some time with me. As tempting as it was, I had to decline.

I went to the store at the center of town to see Greg and say thank you. It had been an unexpected pleasure to run into him. The entertainment the previous night had been exceptional to say the least. He sat on a stool behind the counter.

"Good Morning" he greeted me with a smile. "You look no worse for wear. How was your visit with Mary".

"That's one hell of a fine woman" I answered.

As I stood across the worn wooden counter from Greg, he said he had a surprise for me.

"You know that fella that you asked me about yesterday, Tommy Jenkins? I think I found out something about him" he offered.

He proceeded to tell me that he had spoken to the Sheriff. The sheriff recalled about seven months ago, he arrested a guy for speeding and drunk driving. He said his name was Tommy Jenkins but while he was in jail it was determined his name was George Warren. He had a rap sheet for various crimes but no current wants or warrants. He paid his fines after a night in jail and was set free

"Did the Sheriff say anything more about him?" I asked.

"Seems like he worked for a friend of the local judge up in the Atlanta area" Greg explained. "I can't put you in touch with the judge's friend but I can let you know that your Tommy Jenkins works at the Blue Flame Ranch in a rural area north of Atlanta.

Greg went on to explain it was a large, private, corporate retreat that was nothing but a front for

a high end whore house. It had highly restricted access with even it's own landing strip. Not exactly place I could just walk in and ask to speak for George Warren or Tommy Jenkins.

I said goodby to Greg telling him we would have to stay in touch. I got in my car and drove to see Carlton to give him an update on Tommy Jenkins and some of the other people I was trying to locate for him. As it turned out, Carlton knew the owners of the Blue Flame Ranch. He asked me if I could get free for a weekend on short notice.

My immediate answer was "Sure".

"I'll get you an invitation to their next party and pay your admission fees. I'll give you a call with the details" he instructed.

A few weeks past when I got the call. There would be a party in 4 days and I had the invitation. I was always up for a good time, especially on Carlton's dime. The next Friday morning, one of Carlton's planes picked me up at the local airport for the hour flight to the Blue Flame.

A golf cart picked me up and drove me to what appeared to be the main house. The lodge style building was large enough to be a hotel rather than a private residence. The massive front door stood open with a lone male figure standing in it. As I approached, he walked down the steps and stuck out his hand.

"Welcome to the Blue Flame Ranch, I'm Tim Brown. Carlton said to expect you. Come on in and I'll show you around".

The inside was just as impressive as the outside. High beam ceiling with a large stone fireplace. The decor and structure looked like we were in Colorado rather than Georgia. There appeared to be no one else there but us. Tim lead me through the house and on to the back deck.

"Carlton wanted me to thank you again for locating George Warren. George likes to get out and run around as Tommy Jenkins. But it appears that he couldn't get over on you. I'll make sure Carton gets paid George's debt in full with interest. This weekend is just another way for us to show you our appreciation".

As we sat on the deck, a girl in a "Hooter's" type outfit brought us a couple of beers. She asked Tim if there was anything else, then turned and returned into the house. Tim proceeded to tell me how he and Carlton had been friends for a long time. They had a number of business dealings over the years mostly concerning gambling, loans, and debts.

Over a few more beers, Tim told me about the weekend event. It seemed there were a number of people not only owing Carlton, but Tim and his business associates. Men and women alike seemed to have a weakness for gambling. Some would go into debt in the hope of reversing their luck. This weekend was a once a month chance for them to either settle their debt or make progress toward paying it off.

Some of the people coming for the weekend were women that had taken on the debt for their own gambling ways. The others were women that were there in the hope they would help their husbands and boyfriends pay their debts. Eitherway, there was going to be about 35 women of various age and body types in the house this weekend. The other people in the house were some of the husbands, dues paying members of the ranch, and their guest.

As we were finishing up, Tim mentioned one last thing. For a person to get one of these personal loans they need a specific type of collateral. The women that borrowed money had to be attractive. The men had to have attractive wives or girlfriends. Though the debtors were not aware of it at the time of the loan, the sexier and better looking the collateral was, the easier it was to get the loan.

I was shown by the "Hooter's girl" to my accommodations. It was a small cabin like structure in the side yard of the main house. Looks were deceiving as it was a full size apartment. She told me to freshen up if I liked and she would be by in an hour to escort me to dinner.

Sharply at 6 there was a knock on the door. I opened it to find the "Hooter girl" in a short, black cocktail dress and heels. She had just enough makeup to look like the girl next door. A fair amount of cleavage, hinted at the firm, youthful boobs that needed no bra for support. Her blond hair fell softly on her shoulders. She offered me her hand and led the way back to the main house.

As we arrived at a side entrance I stopped and turned to face her.

"What is your name?" I asked.

"Kaycee" she said.

We went through the downstairs and arrived at a glass enclosed patio area. It was filled with casually dressed men and a few women milling about talking in small groups. The women appeared to be wives or dates as they clung closely to a single man. There was a bar set up to the side to which Kaycee guided me. With drinks in hand she navigated me to an out of the way loveseat. We sat, drank, and watched as 35 women, one by one, were introduced by their first names only, as they entered the room.

"Do you work here?" Was my first question to Kaycee.

"I not only work here, I live here full time" was her answer.

As we talked and watch the women, each dressed in a tasteful cocktail dress and heels, Kaycee revealed to me how she ended up at the ranch. She had left home in rural South Carolina as soon as she graduated from high school. She immediately went to Atlanta which she thought was the land of opportunity and adventure. After two months of struggling at low paying jobs, she took the advice of a newfound female friend. She got a job as a waitress at an upscale strip club in the city. Even as a waitress, her financial situation improved. She began to think she might have made a good decision to come to Atlanta.

Even earning better money at the strip club, she still was just getting by. Tim from the Blue Flame was a regular customer in the club. One day he offered her a job as a waitress for a party at his home. She had a few days off. The money sounded good so she said yes.

Five days later, a limousine picked up her and four other girls from the club and drove them to the ranch. She was scheduled to work 2 days before returning to Atlanta. At the end of the first day, Tim took her aside and offered her a full time job at the ranch. They treated her well, paid her good money, and gave her free room and board. She had now been there about a year and had no intentions of leaving.

When I asked what her job was she hesitated.

"I'm Tim's, I mean Mr. Brown's assistant personal assistant.

"That's quite a title, but what do you do?" I asked.

"Anything that is asked of me" she responded.

"Sounds like an interesting job" was all I could think to say.

Tim appeared at the doorway entrance to the house.

"Ladies, it is time to get ready for the evenings activities. Gentlemen and female guest, dinner is served in the dining room" he stated loudly.

The 35 women that had been introduced into the cocktail party departed first. Then the men and the the few women that accompanied them, entered the house. Kaycee escorted me as far as the door of the dining room and excused herself,

leaving me standing next to Tim.

"Did Kaycee take good care of you? Tim asked.

"She's a very pleasant and attractive young lady" I replied. I enjoyed my time with her.

"Maybe, if you like she could rejoin you after dinner." suggested Tim.

Not knowing what else there would be to do, I said "We'll have to see".

Dinner was a gourmet affair. Wine with every course and Baked Alaska for dessert. The conversation was split between sports and a lively exchange about the 35 women that would soon be the evenings entertainment. After stretching our legs, we were directed to the main living room. It had been converted, since I first arrived, to a first class strip club. A couple of stages, a DJ booth, theatrical lighting, and plenty of tables and chairs.

Once everyone was settled in and received their drink, the lights were dimmed. The female DJ filled the room with sensual, soft music. The evening was about to get interesting.

To be continued