Page 9 of That Fateful Ride

“Just came for a bath.”

Her eyes narrowed and ran over her head to toe before she nodded. “Sure. I’ll have one brought up to you in the last room on the right.”

“Thank you.”

“Megan. Come see Robert up to the bathing room. Candella and Rita, get the tub filled as quick as possible.”

The Asian woman, Megan, she supposed sashayed up to him and smiled, settling a hand on his arm.

“Come on Robert. Maybe I can convince you to give me a spin even though I’m not Sharla.”

Rebecca cleared her throat and allowed the woman to tug her to the wide staircase and lead her up. From below the brim of her hat, she looked over the men there. No one paid her any attention as their focus was on the women, drink, and cards.

At the top, she turned to the right, Megan still on her arm brushing her breasts against her as she got closer and closer. Rebecca longed to push her away but had no clue as to how her brother acted here.

If she’d not wanted a bath before, she sure did now.

“Sharla is in with Big Jake,” Megan announced as they made their way down the hall.

All she could do was nod.I am so far out of my depth.

Grunting and squeaking bed springs filled the air along with the sounds of skin slapping against skin. Mortification rushed up her face and she dipped her head a bit more, praying it didn’t show.

“That’s it girlie. Take Big Jake’s dick. God you know how to ride it. I’m going to fucking cum all over you. All over these brown tits I’m going to streak my white cum. For starters, gonna make you think twice about ever refusing me.”

The mumbled reply was followed by a smack of what she could only assume was hand to skin. Then more moans.

Her steps slowed, if that woman wasn’t there willingly?

Really, what could she do? She wasn’t strong, totally outnumbered. Disgusted with herself, she glanced at the woman who insisted on walking beside her, ensuring their arms remained linked.

If it bothered Megan, she didn’t show it. Then again, the woman was around this kind of thing all this time, probably didn’t even give her pause. Rebecca didn’t hold anything against her, a woman had to find a way to survive.

“When is that station manager of yours coming back out here, Robert?”

That got her thinking about something other than her embarrassment of hearing two people fuck. And…whatever else that was about.

“Come again?”

“Cyrus? Cy Spencer? That man used to come here but hasn’t in a while. When you see him next,” she paused to open the door to the last room, “tell him we miss him here.” Megan smiled and bit her lower lip as she dragged her finger down between her breasts, the tops of them nearly spilling free of her corset.

“I’ll do that.” She looked Megan in the eyes, not focusing on where her finger was going or the blatant offer.

She didn’t, however, like the jealousy that slammed into her at the thought of Cy being with these women. No, she wasn’t an idiot and knew how things worked. Men came to brothels to get a woman. Or in the case of Demon Canyon they went to the saloon that served double purpose.

She hadn’t had a man and until meeting Cyrus Spencer hadn’t given it much thought. Not even with Anson.

A low snort escaped her. Definitely not Anson.

The large tub was there and moments later, Rita and Candella walked in, carrying buckets of hot water and two smaller, well younger men, carried in some more.

Megan continued to wait with Rebecca until the tub was filled. The others walked out but Megan stayed and she turned to trail her hand down his chest. Rebecca nearly flinched. Instead she stopped the downward trek of the other woman before she could feel the bindings.

“Just here for a bath this time.”

She flattened her lips and rolled her eyes. “You can fuck a woman who isn’t black you know.”

A frame slammed into the wall as grunts and groans filled the air once more.

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