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Known as Bel to the girls of her house, Sarah glances around with a quiet air of satisfaction and serenity. At 32 years old she's lived through lifetime of experiences, both good and bad. From growing up in the Five Points neighborhood in New York City to working in one of the most opulent houses in San Francisco and now, here she was with "Bel's" on, in Tucson, Arizona.
This is her town; and her moment, she can feel it, sense it, and taste it, in the air around her. From the new Southern pacific railroad running southeast to northwest through the heart of town, to the silver found in Tombstone and the copper boom in Bisbee, this is where it's happening. Striding out the front door and onto the dusty wooden boardwalk of Main Street, she lifts her skirts high, showing off trim ankles and lacy pantalets as she spins to face the building that is hers and hers alone. The large artistically painted letters above the screened in front porch proclaim with panache, Sarah 'N Dipity. She smirked to herself at the description in the Tucson Citizen three weeks ago, welcoming her to town. 'Sarah Cavanaugh, well known to the social register in San Francisco, 'dips' to an indiscreet low in the streets of Tucson. Well, there was some truth to the article, demanded by the catty wife of the local publishing mogul. Sarah was very very well known to at least half of the SF social register; the male half and she intended to be just as popular here. When she'd first read the article she'd set her sights at retribution, it was true. After less than a month they were making a breathtaking amount of money, the mogul among her top clients. With a satisfied sigh she bustles back into the three-story building, thrilling once again at its magnificence. The main doorway to the residence itself opens onto a large, stately foyer graced with thick carpets, deep glowing wood and brilliant lit with a large chandelier and larger mirrors. A majestic marble archway to the left leads to the immense main salon, its far wall graced with four doors leading to smaller, private salons. To the right an enormous carved wooden door leads to the busy tavern next door, also owned by Sarah and a silent partner. To the rear of the foyer a pair of doors, small and hidden in the shadows, lead to the kitchen area that services both house and tavern. The foyer ceiling, open through two levels gives way to the vast rise of a fumed oak staircase which draws the eye upward along it's luxuriant sheen to the second floor. The second floor, nearly as extravagant as the main, houses nine young women at any given time in six luxuriant rooms and three smaller bed sitters. The open hallway lining the perimeter and bordered by an intricately carved oak railing recedes in the shadows at this time of the morning, the houses quiet moments between sunrise and mid afternoon. Come nightfall it will sparkle with the abundant gas lighting that graces the walls, bouncing off the rich satins and silks of the young women who parade down the grand staircase. The final level of the house has a private set of stairs behind a beautifully carved door at the far end of the second floor and leads to Sarah's own quarters and the ones reserved for her silent partner. The third floor also boasts it's own private outside entrance, at the back of the structure that ensures the anonymity and privacy of the few intimate callers to grace her quarters. Sarah finds her eyes glancing up in pride, mentally reviewing the young women that grace her house. She is proud of her girls, handpicked for their looks, their grace and their polish, each as individual as she herself is and proud of it. Then a wry grin wreathes her face at one of the newer arrivals, a buxom, spirited lass with the fighting instincts of an alley cat and a mouth right off the docks, gracefully serene when sitting quietly, bursting with energy, wit and willfulness when in motion…an unlikely acquisition she was proving to be one of the best assets of the new house. Her eye catches the empty chair to the right of the main door behind her and lights up with expectation. Another old friend from old times, Jebdiah Hedges is traveling south to fulfill the role of bouncer, caretaker and inevitably, if his reputation still held true, complimentary bed warmer for any and all in the house. She laughs out loud, her fond memories of the arrogant scoundrel getting the better of her. She'd run across Jeb at a saloon in Ohio, on her way to San Francisco. She'd recognized him for the well-known gambler he was and after a subtle glimpse of the cash in her handbag and several less subtle hints directly to him, he'd invited her to play in a local big stakes poker game. She'd accepted, just barely in time, as a brawl had engulfed him and led to an impressive display of masculine muscle and a fine display of marksmanship on the street outside. She'd thrown all of her savings into the game the next evening on a hunch. Her intuition had always been keen and she'd walked away with more money than anyone could safely carry. Jeb had offered to accompany her to across the country for an astronomical sum; only half of what he'd lost to her and after the impressive display of skill the evening before she'd agreed. Over the next several months she'd been dazzled by his quick wit, amused by his sense of humor, amazed by his strength and dismayed by his lack of common sense. His good looks and silver tongue had gotten him into more beds on their way west than she herself had found and they'd enjoyed the camaraderie that grew between them. When the time came and Jeb had gotten restless with the inevitable routine in a city the size of San Francisco, she'd kissed him goodbye, wished him well and told him not to be a stranger. She would not have believed the news that he'd settled down to raise a family if it hadn't been written in his own nearly illegible scrawl and had ached for his loss when the Comanche's had torn apart his world. She'd begged him then to come back to San Fran but he'd refused and she'd heard tales of his exploits and wild temper over the last seven years. She';d written to him out of habit, when she'd opened the house in Tucson, and was amazed to find out her letter had found him, much less that he meant to take her up on her offer of a job. He'd be here in a couple of weeks and she couldn't help but wonder how much he'd changed in the interim. With another slow, satisfied smile Sarah grabs her hat and heads out to the market, filled with the vigor of the day, looking forward to the events and rewards of the evening in front of her...< !--color--> |
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Travis Montgumary was tired after the long ride into town. He had been on the trail for almost three weeks and had pushed 28 men and 1500 head of cattle just about as far as they could go without rest. He had decided that his men could use a break. He had his lead man Mike set the men into three groups; each group would pull watch in three shifts for 24hrs. The youngest men would get the middle shift so they could not get into too much trouble in town. This was the last stop for the next 69 miles. Travis wanted a drink, a bath and a safe break for his men. He had given all his men an advance on their pay so they could have a good time this weekend. His only rule was that no guns were allowed into the town. No guns except his and Mikes. He knew to well that a bunch of drunken cowhands and guns did not mix so he made every effort to protect his men from themselves. He tied his horse to the rail and headed for the saloon. As he rounded the corner he tripped on an upturned piece of floorboard and stumbled into the most beautiful woman he had ever seen. She was tall, blonde and just about to fall backwards into the muddy street when he caught her and pulled her back to safety. |
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Sarah had been out and about town, running errands, placing the house's orders with the local merchant's and enjoying the sunny splendor of the day. She returned back to the Sarah'NDipity, got as far as the front door when she remembered on last thing that needed to be done. Engrossed in the thought she'd carelessly turned to survey the movement she saw out of the corner of her eye, treading over the very board she still needed to see the carpenter about and had nearly fallen into the street.
"Why, thank you darlin' " Bel's soft throaty reply seemed to catch the dusty stranger by surprise. Her eyes traveled over the long, lithe form of the cowboy in front of her, dusty from the trail, his face creased with character lines etched by the sun and wind and felt a gentle smile tug at the corner of her lips. As hard as it tried, even the dust did little to hide the sparkle, the vigor that shone from the man's blue eyes. She'd heard rumors of the cattle drive coming in to the stockyards and anticipated the business. Nothing better than the tired, trail worn cowboys coming into Tucson. They got paid at the end of the dusty trail and couldn't wait to quench their thirsts. "You look like you could use a little tender loving...care, too," Bel's coquettish tone brought a smile to the gentleman's face as she opened the front door to him. < !--color--> |
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Travis smiled at the woman he had almost knocked into the road. She was a bit younger than he was and seemed to be very sure of herself. He was surprised that she did not fuss over him running into her or complain that he had got dirt all over her clean dress. As she turned to open the door Travis admired the way her chest pressed against the material of her petty coat and the way her long legs flowed up to an attractive backside. "Miss, I would love to stay and visit but I need to be seeing my way to the bathhouse down the road first." Travis knew he stunk like a mule�s backside. It was awful that he had already messed up her dress and there was no way he was going to mess up her house with his dirty clutter. "My apologies about getting your dress dirty." |
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Phew! Did these guys ever need a wash? Hannah watched, as one after the other the cattle men began filling the front room of the bath house. Filling it with their bulky masculine frames, their big hats, their male scent and their raucous talk.
There were two or three faces she recognised and many new ones, flashing her smiles, excited to see a woman after a long time on the trail. She saw Travis as he squeezed past one of the younger men�Travis Montgumary, back in town at last. Travis turned to the men. "Now listen up, Ms. Hannah's got baths for ten men atta time, so sort it out, get yourselves washed up, the rest of you come back in an hour." Hannah smiled at Travis as the men got themselves organised, the overflow heading back out onto the verandah. "Morning gents, welcome back to Tucson. I understand that sweet Ms Bel has some lovely ladies waiting down the road there but she'll only take you in if you're clean - really clean. Towels and soap are here. Hats off inside. Baths are that way. Follow Ms Julia and she'll show you where to leave your things. Anything that needs burning goes out the back door there!" She pointed down the long hall as one by one the men nodded to her and filed towards the promise of hot water. "Good to see you Hannah." "Good to see you too Travis - you're looking well. Smelling like a pole cat,' She wrinkled her nose, "but looking real well." Rummaging in the drawer behind the wooden counter she found and passed him a key. "Bath's clean and waiting, take your time, though I expect you'll be wanting to visit with Ms Bel? She's fine looking woman, our Bel. Knows how to look after a gentleman." Hannah gave him a little push toward the bathroom door. "Holler if you need anything." |
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Travis smiled back at miss Hannah and brushed her soft hand as he passed by and walked toward the door.
Hanna looked down to her hand and was surprised at the two gold coins that she never felt enter it. "You keep looking after my men and I'll look after you!" He said aloud never turning around to look at her. Travis inserted the key into the lock and made a slow turn back to Hannah. "If you see any iron on my men make sure I'm first to know, I have some young hard heads along this trip and I don't need any trouble." He winked at Hannah and turned away into the room. He could smell the hot water and see the steam coming off the tub. This was going to feel great he thought to himself. A bath, A drink and A backrub? Travis smiled at the thought, Hannah was not one of the working girls but she sure knew how to satisfy a man. Would she be offended if he asked her to join him? Would she join him? Travis continued to think this over while he undressed. He dropped his cloths on the floor knowing one of the women would be by soon to pick them up for cleaning. He placed one pistol and his holster on the chair near the tub the other would go into the tub with him. Old habbits did hard he thought as he climbed into the oversized tub full of fresh hot water. He sat down he looked up at the mirror. Not to bad for a 40 year old man. A few extra pounds and many old scars. I need to retire he thought as he closed his eyes and fell asleep. |
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Hannah leaned back on the closed door for just a moment, hearing his contented sigh through the thick timber as he entered the water.
Damn you Travis! It was the same everytime he came back to town. Hannah would promise herself that she'd avoid him at all cost, stay away from him. But everytime he'd do that smile thing of his and her resolve would melt like icecream in the noonday sun. "Geez, where is that girl Julia? If she's somewhere messing around instead of working they'll be hell around here!" Hannah muttered grumpily as she folded towels resolved not to even cast a look at the door of the bathroom she'd just left. Resolved to resist him... |
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Travis heard Hannah as she opened the door. He imagined her sneaking in to grab up the clothes he had left on the floor. Hannah would try her hardest not to wake him if she thought he was asleep. She knew how hard it was to get any rest while out on the trail. Travis heard the soft footsteps come closer to him then stop. He could smell her perfume as she neared. A small smile crossed his lips as he thought of her touching him. A shiver racked his body when she did. Just a slight touch of one finger across his right shoulder. He had his back to her but could feel her soft breath on his neck now her hand softly running down the outside of his right arm. He felt a stir below the water line as his manhood reacted to her sensational touch. Soft moist lips touched the left side of his neck. A small lick, a tender kiss and feeling her left hand brush against his left shoulder. The kisses moved up his neck sending more shivers all over his body, soft passionate kisses up his neck to just below his ear. Her hands gripped his shoulders and began to massage his sore, worn muscles. Hannah kissed along the back of his neck and began again on the right side. She pushed her hands forward onto his broad scared chest. Her breath was getting hotter on his neck. Her kisses more passionate and strong. |
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Hannah figured that her resolve to resist had last exactly 18 minutes. 10 minutes of hearing him splashing around getting clean, whistling to himself and occasionally breaking out a line or two a song. 4 minutes of pretending she was busy bustling about tidying up the already tidy counter and 4 long minutes of staring at that damned door.
Everything had gone quiet and Hannah smiled to herself as she imagined him snoozing. His lanky body would fill that big bath, his feet would be up on the rim if he dipped his shoulders in. "The hospitable thing to do Hannah would be take in some rinse water, wouldn't it." She spoke quietly to herself. Hannah nudged the door open and gathering up the big pitchers of clean warm water quietly entered the bathroom. Sure enough Travis appeared to be asleep. Setting the pitchers down, she took a long look at him. Oh yes, he was as handsome as remembered, his clean hair shone wetly. He lay relaxed, for all the world a man without a care. Hannah felt her heart beat a little faster as she admired him. Forget resistance her head told her. Surely a little kiss would do no harm? Before she could answer herself Hannah's lips were already softly kissing his shoulder and working their way up to his neck. Hannah watched transfixed as the pulse in his neck jumped around and she heard him breathe in deeply as he turned his head to her. "Hannah honey, kiss my mouth." |
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The trip from Tombstone to Tucson had not taken as long as Daisy thought. Not that it was easy, but then, nothing came easy for Daisy. On her own since her Mama died when she was 10, she got by from the chairity of others for several years. It was when she was 18 that she realized if she was going to survive alone, she would have to use the only assets she had, a strong will and her supple young body.
She had heard some of the men in the saloon she worked at in Tombstone talk of Miss Sarah's place in Tucson and she knew she had to go there. Luckily Miss Sarah hired her on the spot and she assigned Hannah to show her the ropes. Daisy was looking for Hannah now. There were several men in town from a cattle drive and Daisy wanted to tell Hannah. Daisy heard Hannah's voice coming from one of the baths and opened the door slightly. Daisy froze in her tracks as she saw Hannah kissing the man in the tub. He broke off the kiss and whispered something in Hannah's ear. Hannah slowly rose and began to unbutton her dress. Layer after layer of clothes hit the dusty floor until Hannah stood before the man naked. He rose to his knees in the tub and pulled Hannah to him, capturing a nipple between his lips. A sigh escaped Hannah's mouth as Daisy watched the man lick and suck Hannah, his erection standing long and tall between his legs. Daisy could feel herself grow moist as she watched from the doorway. |
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Travis had his back to the door but felt the slight breeze that the door created when it opened.
As he kissed Hannah he peeked to his left at the mirror and seen the image of a young, beautiful woman peeking threw the door where Hannah had entered behind them. Travis decided to let her watch. Maybe if he got really lucky she would come join them or Hannah would notice her and invite her in. He had heard threw the years that Hannah did not mind visiting with an attractive young lady when all the men were off chasing bad guys or pushing cattle across the world. While still kissing Hannah he imagined Hannah being passionate with the fine young lady. He went to look again at the mirror but Hannah turned away and bent over placing her hands on the edge of the claw foot bath tub inviting Travis to enter her from behind. She peeked over her left shoulder and smiled at Travis as she wiggled her sexy ass in front of him, brushing his swollen dick from side to side. It was a very naughty smile he thought. One of those smiles men wonder about weeks, months or ever years after they see them. What was she up too? |
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Hannah's resistance didn't stand a chance under the delicious onslaught of Travis's hands and lips. He knew how to play her body,how to stroke her just so. How to tease her with his words. He knew how those kisses and gentle nips across her soft, smooth shoulders would have her melting for him, would have her wet with desire for him.
Travis loved that softness. Was there anything more beautiful the silky smoothness of a woman? Well possibly the silky softness of two women, he thought, catching a glimpse of the girl in the door way. She appeared to have her hand in the waistband of her skirt. Hannah bent unashamedly, wanting him. She didn't want to wait anymore. She smiled at him and gave a slight nod of her head to the girl... |
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Even though it was not planned, Daisy knew just what to do after receiving Hannah's signal. She walked in the room, dropping articles of clothing as she advanced towards the couple. She watched as the man moved in closely behind Hannah's upturned, inviting ass, and heard her sigh as he slipped his manhood into her.
Daisy moved her now naked body up against the man's strong, muscled back and rubbed her hard nipples across his skin sending shivers down to her now soaked pussy as her hands reached around and brushed the man's broad chest before grabbing and pinching his nipples. Instead of surprise, the man turned his head and said, "What kept you?" Hannah's breathing became rapid and moans escaped from her as the man increased the pace of his thrusting. Daisy could hear the sounds of his hard dick pounding into Hannah's wet pussy and wanted a closer look so she slid her breasts slowly down the man's back, across his round, hard butt, until she was on her knees between both their legs. She watched intently as he pounded in and out of Hannah. Daisy could smell their arousal and, overcome with lust, sucked one of the man's balls into her mouth... |
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