Drawn West

By Jim002

Jim002@outlook.com

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Three

"How much would you charge to do a portrait of me?" Ben asked me.

"Clothed, I assume," I said.

"Unless naked is cheaper," he said, laughing.

"Harry sets the prices," I said.

"This one doesn't have anything to do with the saloon. I won't get a cut."

"Two dollars," I said. That was what Harry said the picture I drew of him was worth.

"Done!" Ben said.

I picked up the sketchbook and started drawing.

"Now?"

"Why not?"

Ben had an expression that seemed half-smirk and half-laughter, trying to bust through. He was an attractive man. I stopped and took a sip of my whiskey. It tasted bad, but I figured it was a lot safer than the water would be. Then I went back to work. I finished a few minutes later.

I tore it from the sketchbook and handed it to him.

Ben looked pleased.

He pulled two dollars and fifty cents out of his pocket and put it on the table. He turned to Harry.

"Have you reconsidered trading Ann for Rosie?"

Harry closed his eyes and sighed. I wasn't sure what that meant. Then I realized I had earned five dollars in one day!

"Ask me again in a month. I want to see how well the drawings of her sell, and whether she ends up with more customers because of them," Harry said.

"Fair enough."

Ben got up and started to walk away. He turned back.

"Come over here, will you, Daryl?"

I walked over to him. "Don't take what I said when I came in personal. I said it, cause when I saw you it was so ridiculous."

"OK. Thank you, Sir."

"I think you felt what's in my pocket."

"Uh."

"When you was seated. Come by the Golden Bone one of these afternoons. I haven't fucked a good-looking boy for a while." I gulped. "And I want you to have this."

He took something out of his pocket and handed it to me. It was a ticket of some sort that said, 'Admit One'. Ben left.

I walked back to the table.

"Was he serious about the donkey?" I asked.

"Yes," Harry said. "But it's not done in public. He holds the events during the day time and admittance is by invitation only. And admission is ten dollars each."

I gasped at the price. Tom grinned.

"He gave me this," I said, placing the ticket on the table.

"That's a free admission ticket for the next, uh, act," Tom said.

"And men rub donkey stuff?"

"Yup," Tom said. "Just what he said. Cept some men, including Ben, use the donkey cream to fuck her in the ass, too. Ben likes to be part of the show."

"Why would she do it?" I asked.

"For a hell of a lot of money," Harry said. "She can make more in one night than she could earn in a year."

That was a lot of money, all right.

"Have either of you ever...?" I asked.

Tom grinned.

"You have?"

"I should say no, right boss?" Tom asked Harry.

Harry laughed.

"Yes, Daryl. I've been twice," Tom said. "But I had no desire to have donkey juice on any part of my body. I just watched. If you want to go to the next one, I'll go with you."

"I have to think about it.

"Ben was rubbing himself against me," I said.

"I noticed," Harry said.

"He probly wants to fuck you," Tom said. "Ben likes..."

"Perversion," Harry added. "He's bored with plain sex. You going to do it?" Harry asked me.

"I don't know."

"He'll try to get you to work for him," Harry said.

I wasn't sure how I felt about Ben. I liked it when he rubbed himself against me. He was an attractive man and he wanted to share his stiff pecker with me. But I wasn't sure I liked him. It bothered me that he thought of sex with me as a perversion. Of course, with only a few exceptions, everyone else in the world would agree with him about that and Ben probably thought of himself as a pervert, too. I was annoyed with myself. My head was telling me that sex with Ben was a bad idea, but my pecker wanted him. It was hard from thinking about him. I should have taken Ben upstairs and sucked him. I sighed. I was a pervert.

"Tom, you told Ann earlier she could leave. But Ben offered to pay money to get her. If she wants to work for him, why doesn't she just go there?"

"I'll explain that," Harry said. "Ben and I have an agreement that we won't poach each other's girls. Ann is free to either take up another profession and stay in town, or leave town and work in another saloon. The girls can't hop back and forth between the saloons every time they are asked to do something they don't want to do."

"Oh."

"We don't consider it unfair. There are plenty of saloons in Deadwood and it is only a half-day's journey from here. Ann's problem is she doesn't want to return to Deadwood. Well, that's just one of her problems. One of the reasons I declined the offer was that Ann would be just as unpleasant at the Golden Bone as she is here. Ben would be more annoyed with her, though, because he paid thirty dollars for her. I told him honestly about what trouble he can expect. He has a chance to think it over and I have the chance to sell drawings of Ann. She's very pretty, as you saw, but unfortunately her tongue is almost as unpleasant to the customers as it is to us. The drawings don't have that disadvantage. The other reason I declined is because what Ben is really after is getting those kids out of his saloon. Kids don't belong in saloons, and Ben knows that as well as I do. Most of the girls have a relative they can send the children to, even the father, sometimes. Rosie doesn't have family. There isn't a school here. The few kids around here generally get taught by their parents. But Rosie can't read or write. You could at least teach her kids to read. Maybe Ben is willing to pay thirty dollars to get the kids out of the Golden Bone. But I expect he was rubbing himself on you partly to let you know that if you do what he wants, he'll let you have that little thing of his for a reward."

I laughed. But he didn't feel that little.

"I was surprised he didn't offer you a job. Maybe he thinks it would be poaching, or maybe he would prefer to get what he wants from you by allowing you to suck him. That sounds more like him. If you go to the donkey show next month, if he doesn't have what he wants, I expect he will be next to you with his meat sticking out of his pants to try to entice you."

"He's buck naked at those parties. And in the middle of the day," Tom said.

Harry shook his head and rolled his eyes, a little.

"I'm not a bit surprised. And if the crowd is drunk enough, he might allow you to suck him while he watches the show," Harry continued.

Tom was looking at Harry and shaking his head. I wondered if he disagreed. Having sex with me while a bunch of other men watched sounded dangerous to me.

"You can read the man like a book of matches," Tom said to Harry.

Harry shrugged.

"I guess living at a place where a woman has sex with a donkey is terrible for kids," I said.

"It's not a lot better here. But Ben is a pervert. I once saw him up on the bar in his place, naked as a jay bird, fucking one of his girls while his customers watched and cheered him on."

I couldn't believe it. But then I remembered the stories about public sex in Deadwood. My pecker started getting stiff while I thought about that.

"I bet they all needed a woman after seein that," Tom said.

Harry nodded. "I'm sure of that."

I started drawing Tom. I drew him as I'd seen him in Ann's room. Leaning back on her desk and blowing smoke rings with his cigar.

"What are you drawing?" Harry asked.

He got up and moved behind me. I could feel him looking over my shoulder, but he didn't say anything.

Tom got up to see.

"Will you sit?" I asked him.

"Is he drawing me, again?" Tom asked Harry.

"He is."

"I don't need no more pictures," Tom said.

But he stayed in his seat. I stopped to drink more whiskey. It burned my throat and I wished I hadn't drunk it. Whiskey was nasty stuff. I went back to work. Someone called Harry and he walked off. I finished it and handed the drawing to Tom.

Tom smiled when he saw it.

"I looked like this?" he asked me.

"Yeah."

"I like it a lot, Daryl. A lot. But don't forget I'm your pal. Just your pal."

"I know. I'm looking forward to meeting Joey."

Tom nodded. "I want you and him to..."

I grinned.

The saloon was filling. I saw some ladies I hadn't met yet mingling with the customers. I saw Louise laughing as a short, fat man said something to her.

I could honestly say I had drawn all I could. My hand was worn out. I shook it for a minute to relax it. I wondered if it would be sore soom.

Someone walked over and asked Tom a question. He got up and left with the man. As I sat there alone, I wondered if I would ever hear from my father. I had a place to live, friends, and a job. But I had so many questions for my father. Would any of them ever be answered?

A tall man with thinning brown hair on his head sat down at the table. He put his hat on the table.

"Are you here for a woman?" he asked me. "Is it gonna be your first time?"

The man looked like he was about thirty. He was thin and tall. He didn't have much hair on his head. But I could see plenty at the top of his shirt. He was hairy.

"No, sir. I work here."

"You work here? Doin what?"

"Drawing pictures of the girls."

He nodded his head.

"You get to sleep with them for free?" he asked, leaning forward.

I frowned.

"No."

"You get a discount?"

"I don't know," I said.

"Didn't you ask?"

"No."

He grinned at me.

"You mind if I sit here with you?"

"Not a bit," I said, smiling.

"You're a fine looking young man. Is your father around?"

Just then, Harry walked back to the table.

"Hello, Rafe," Harry said to the man.

"Hiya, Harry."

"This is probably good news, Jack," Harry said. "This just arrived."

Harry handed me a piece of paper. It was a telegram from my father! It said, "BUSINESS WEATHER DELAY. WIRED MONEY HOTEL. ARRIVING TUES WED. FATHER."

I read it about four times. It was Monday, so he might arrive the next day! Unless he meant the following week. But even so, he was definitely coming! I wondered where he was coming from. Then I saw Chicago at the top of the telegram. Had he tried to get me at Mother's house and missed me. Or maybe the telegram company office was in Chicago. I had no idea.

"Is it good news?" Harry asked me.

"I think so."

I turned to Rafe.

"My father was supposed to meet me here, but the telegram said he was delayed."

"If you need a place to stay, I can put you up," Rafe said to me.

I had no idea why he was offering.

"Rafe, will you excuse Daryl for just a moment. I need a word with him."

"You'll be back?" Rafe asked me.

I didn't know why he cared, but I nodded.

I stood up and Harry took me a couple over to the bar.

"Rafe was a regular for Manuel."

I thought he was just curious. He was interested in me!

"Oh! I wondered why he was willing to put me up."

"Manuel liked him."

"Thanks, Harry. If I decide to do something, where can we go."

"Oh. That's right. I didn't tell you your room. It's number 7. That's across the hall from Ann. You'll be neighbors!"

I laughed.

"I wonder if someone has told her the good news," I said.

"Your bag is in the room." Harry reached into his pocket and pulled out several keys. He handed me one of them. I put it in my pocket.

"Thanks."

I sat back down with Rafe.

"Did Harry talk about me?" Rafe asked me. He looked nervous.

"Uh. Yes. He uh...told me you were a friend of Manuel's."

I smiled at him. Rafe grinned and asked me if I wanted another whiskey.

I shuddered.

"No. I don't like it very much."

Rafe chuckled.

"How about a sarsaparilla?"

"I would love that! Please."

Rafe went to the bar to order for us. He came back pretty quickly.

"I told George over there that you don't want any more whiskey. That's in case someone wants to send you a drink."

"Thanks." I stopped to think. "Why would someone want to send me a drink?"

Rafe chuckled. He leaned towards me.

"Some man who likes the way you look might do it," Rafe said, softly. "A man who wanted to spend some time with you. Would a man like that be welcome?"

Tom sat down with us. Rafe looked seriously annoyed.

"So you met Rafe Smith," Tom said to me.

I nodded.

"You need to avoid Rafe," Tom said.

Rafe stood up. He looked angry.

Tom held his hands out over a foot apart, palms facing. "You know what I'm sayin?" Tom asked me, grinning.

Rafe laughed and sat down. I didn't understand, at first. But then I realized he must mean the size of Rafe's pecker. Tom got up and started to leave. Then he sat back down.

"Show Rafe that drawing you just did of me," Tom said. "I just really like it."

I opened my sketchbook, turned it around, and put it on the table.

"Oh. Oh," Rafe said. Then he said, "Oh," again!

"This is beautiful," Rafe said, looking at the drawing. I could see his eyes move as he looked.

"If he did this at his age, what kind of work is he going to be doing in five years?" Rafe asked Tom.

"I hope it's not more drawings of Ann!" I said.

Tom laughed. Rafe didn't understand.

Then Tom left for good. I took the sketchbook back. I thought about somewhere other than my room where we could talk, but I had actually seen very little of the saloon. People were coming and going through a door by the bar. I didn't know what was in there. Was it the kitchen?

"We could go somewhere more private, to talk," Rafe said.

"I don't know where we can go to talk," I said to him. If my room was like the two I'd seen, there was only one chair.

"There's a sittin room upstairs," Rafe said.

"Oh, good!"

Rafe grinned.

I drank some of my sarsaparilla.

"Bring it with you."

I nodded.

"Should we go up at the same time?" I asked, softly.

"You go first," he said.

"I don't know where it is."

"You are really new here!"

"I am."

"I'll go and wait in the hallway," Rafe said.

I nodded.

He got up and left. I looked around, trying to seem casual. It struck me. I'd already had sex with two men and I was probably going to have sex with Rafe AND I was earning a lot of money. I didn't know why my father chose this town, but I sure couldn't complain! Then I groaned. He was going to disapprove of the drawings, much less having sex with men. I wouldn't have room 7. I started to wish he wouldn't show up. Or part of me did, anyway. The other part desperately wanted to ask why he had never had anything to do with me. Had I done something to him, said something to him when I was very young, and didn't remember? If so, what could a baby do that would make his father hate him? Was he really no good? Did he have other kids with another woman, who he preferred? Did any of that really matter, when I was practically an adult? I got up, took my pencils and charcoal and my sketchbook. I walked across the room, thinking the whole way. I could claim I was someone else. My father hadn't seen me since I was small. He could look right at me and have no idea I was his son. But who would answer my questions about him? I decided to talk to Harry and Tom about it.

I walked up the stairs. Rafe was at the end of the hall. The sitting room was just past my room.

"I'm going to put this in my room," I said to Rafe.

"OK."

I handed him my drink.

"Will you hold this?"

I unlocked room 7 and opened the door. I walked in and looked around. It was exactly like Ann's room. There was a bed, a dresser, a small table with one chair and a small table with a basin. There were three lamps in the room. In one corner was a stove. It was putting out heat. I looked in the grate and saw it was burning coal.

Rafe was at the doorway.

"This is the first time I've seen it," I said to him.

I put the sketchbook on the table.

I smiled at Rafe.

I walked to the doorway and shut the door. We walked into the sitting room. There were several chairs and a low table with several books on it. We sat together on a couch.

"Tell me about yourself, Rafe."

Rafe worked at a mine. I was surprised how clean he was. He didn't much like the work, but the pay was good. He had a small cabin a few miles from the saloon.

"Have you ever been married?" I asked him.

"Yeah. I married when I was twenty. I did it because I was supposed to, not because I wanted to."

I nodded.

"My wife got pregnant on our first time." He leaned over to me. "Which was one time too many. She died giving birth to a son. She was in labor too long and the boy died, too."

"I'm so sorry, Rafe."

He sighed. Then he put his arm around my shoulders. I liked it and smiled at him.

"You must think I'm old," he said.

"You must think I'm young!" I said, smiling.

"There aren't a lot of men who would be bothered by that," Rafe said. "I've heard lots of guys talking about screwing kids. Bragging about how tight they were."

"That's bad!"

"I agree. Thang is, a lot of young'uns are hungry and they can get money for food that way. And there just aren't enough women here."

"Do any of the men do anything together?" I asked.

"If they do, they don't tell me."

"Are you really that big?" I asked.

He laughed.

"Should I say no?"

"I don't know. I'll tell you in the morning," I said.

"The morning? You don't mean...I mean...do you want me to spend the night?"

"Uh...I guess not."

"Oh, I'm not complainin! I'd love that. To hold you."

I smiled at him. I glanced at his crotch. He was as hard as I was. But he was much, much bigger. It looked like a pipe in his pants. I gulped.

"Uh. How much would that cost?" Rafe asked.

"I'm not a prostitute. I'm not even cheap. I'm free! I'm hired just to draw."

"And you picked me?" he asked.

"Yes."

He pulled me against him. I liked it. I started thinking that something regular could develop between us. Then I remembered my father.

"You look worried, Daryl. I'm not going to hurt you," Rafe said.

"That's not it."

I told Rafe the whole story. Everything, including Dan. And how I was excited about meeting Joey. How I never heard from my father and how I wasn't sure I still wanted to live with my father.

"I have a feeling he won't let you spend the night in my room," I said.

"Uh. Yeah. I bet in the morning, you'll have a better idea about what you want."

"I hope so. Let's go to my room."

Rafe grinned and finished his drink. We walked to my room.

"Will you light that lamp over there?" I asked Rafe.

While he did that, I lit another. Once there was some light, I shut the door.

Rafe bent down and kissed me. He ran his hands over my body. I couldn't stop wondering about his cock, so I reached for it first. I ran my palm over the hardness in his pants. Rafe stood up and laughed.

"Get to the point, huh?"

I laughed.

"I've never seen one that big."

"Well, you can see one that big whenever you want."

"How about right now?"

Rafe grinned and began taking off his clothes. He was hairy. The hair on his chest seemed to be a lighter shade of brown than the hair on his head. What there was of it. When he pushed his pants down, I saw his meat. It was big! It had a curve, like a banana, and I planned to eat it! I pulled my clothes off quickly and lay down. When he was naked, he lay down next to me. He took me in his arms and kissed me, again. He rolled us over with me under him while we kissed. I had a big, hairy man on top of me. I was happy! He pulled away from the kiss.

"I want to taste your cream," I told him. He seemed surprised.

"You do?"

"I do! I do!

"But first, do you have anything we can use to ease that big thing inside me?" I asked him.

"You want it there, too?"

"This might be our only chance together."

"Now that ain't true. We can find ways to spend time together. If you don't like living with your pa, stay here. Or move into my cabin. I would dearly love that."

I smiled at him.

"Kiss me, again."

He did. After it ended, he grinned at me with a sexy look. He got up on his knees, straddling me. He pointed his stiff pecker down at my mouth.

"You want meat, boy? I'm bigger'n Tom or Joey."

"You know Joey?"

Rafe nodded.

I looked at his meat and his balls hanging between his legs. I reached out and felt them. Then I wrapped my hand around his cock. I stroked it twice, slowly. It felt big and substantial in my hand. It began dripping.

"Lie on your back, will you?" I asked him.

He fell onto the bed. I rested my head on his firm, hairy belly and brought his pecker to my mouth. I swallowed the end and ran my tongue over it. He tasted good. Rafe groaned loudly. I lifted my head. I held his balls with one hand and held his pecker straight up with the other. I began sucking. I could taste plenty of the clear stuff. From Rafe's moans, I could tell I was pleasing him. But we had all night. I pulled off him and explored his body with my hands.

"You look hungry for me!" Rafe said.

He was right. But I also needed food. All I had was a sandwich all day.

I chewed lightly on his nipples. He groaned. "More of that, please." I chewed just a little bit harder.

My stomach growled.

"Have you had supper?" Rafe asked me.

"No."

"You're still growin. You need food."

"Do you mind coming down with me?"

"Mind? I ain't lettin go of you."

We both got out of bed and dressed. I reached out and felt his stiff pecker, again, which seemed to make him very happy. We went downstairs. The saloon was loud, with music and men. I guessed there were about thirty men, most of them clustered around a lady from upstairs. A few more were standing at the bar, looking or talking. Harry walked over to me.

"That man at the bar said he needs to see you," Harry said, pointing. I was about to go up to find you.

"Why...is it about pictures?"

"I doubt it. He had a very serious expression on his face."

I sighed. I really wanted to eat! I was kind of nervous. I thought about taking Rafe's hand, but that would have raised a stink. I walked over and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around, and I was shocked. It was Dan Jackson. That was the last thing I remembered for a while.

Someone was shaking me. I opened my eyes. I was seated at a table in a kitchen. I could smell food and my stomach growled again. Rafe was seated across from me. Dan had shaken me.

"How's the steak coming along?" Rafe called out.

"Soon," Samuel said.

It smelled really good and my mouth started watering.

"How do you feel?" Rafe asked me.

"OK. Really, really hungry!"

"Food's on the way," Dan said.

"What happened?" I asked.

Then I shook my head. "What are you doing here?" I asked Dan.

Samuel put a steak in front of me.

"Eat!" he ordered.

"You fainted when you saw me. Rafe picked you up and the owner brought us back here," Dan said.

I smiled at Dan. I glanced at Rafe and saw he looked worried.

"What are you doing here?" I asked Dan, again.

"Start eating."

I was starving. It was kind of bloody, but I didn't care. I cut a piece of meat and put it in my mouth. It was wonderful. I swallowed quickly and stuck another piece in my mouth.

Harry walked into the kitchen.

"Feeling better?" he asked me.

I smiled as I swallowed.

"I am."

"Who is this man?" Harry asked me.

"His name is Dan Jackson."

"The art teacher," Harry said.

"Yes."

"Why are you here?" Harry asked Dan. "Is it bad news about his father?"

I very much wanted to know the same thing. I continued eating.

"It's difficult to explain in simple terms. I really need to speak to Daryl privately," Dan said.

"Come on, Rafe. I'll get you a drink," Harry said.

"What about?" I asked Dan.

Dan leaned his head towards Samuel. I didn't understand.

"Samuel, fill all the stoves and top up the firewood," Harry said.

Samuel wiped his hands and left the kitchen. Then Harry and Rafe left.

"I don't know how to say this that will make what I did sound less horrible," Dan said.

Horrible? I got scared. Was my father dead? But I didn't know him. I wasn't sure that would be horrible. He didn't say anything else.

"Is my father dead?" I asked.

Dan flinched, again. I sure didn't understand what was going on.

"No. He's not dead. Right now he wishes he was. You'd be happier without him."

"Is he about to get hung or something? Is he crippled?"

"I'm your father, Daryl."

I stared at him, wondering if it was a joke. He was serious.

"I taught at the school to be close to you. I couldn't tell you I was your father, because your mother would have pulled you out of school. Your tuition was free since I taught there. It seemed like a good idea. Years later, as you became a man, it was obvious you wanted me. And I'm ashamed to say I wanted you. My own son. I should have been stronger and resisted temptation, but I've never been any good at that. You not only made me hard, but I fell in love with you. I'm sorry, so very sorry. I understand if you hate me."

"You aren't joking, are you?"

Dan sighed. "No."

"I don't hate you, but it's a lot to take in."

Dan nodded.

"The incest doesn't bother you?"

"I guess it should. But no."

"The telegram said you were delayed," I said.

"I managed it. I was afraid you would feel all alone and scared. I knew you would already be mad when I told you the truth. I didn't want you to be mad for being late, too."

"Are we going to still have sex?"

"If you want to."

"Do you want to?" I asked.

"Yes."

"Good."

"This is the second time I heard of a father fucking his son, just today."

"Another man fucking his son?"

Fortunately, we were whispering all of this.

"Yeah."

"Who?" Dan asked.

"He works here. He and his father fucked his little brother every day. Sometimes twice. He wants to introduce me to his brother.

"Hey! So that's why I never heard from my father! I was with him!"

Dan nodded. "You were in my arms. You told me many times how much you wanted to hear from him, from me, and I felt terrible about the fact that I was hurting you, but what would I have said if I wrote? Be nice to your art teacher?"

I laughed.

"If I had written something, I would have had to make it all up. It would have all been lies," he said.

"You can't have been here long. How did you come to work here?" Dan asked me.

"I drew a picture of a man standing in front of the saloon. Another man, Harry saw it and asked me to draw one of him. They both worked at the saloon. We got to talking and they asked me if I knew how to draw dirty pictures. They thought they might sell pictures of the ladies who work here. I showed them...uh...that drawing."

"Please tell me it wasn't the picture of my pecker."

"Then I did not show them that picture."

Dan looked at me. "You did."

"I did. They were impressed." Dan looked proud. I smiledd. "I mean by the drawing. I started drawing woman. They are selling, too. I think I made five dollars today." Dan's mouth fell open. I nodded my head. "And that's pure profit. Room and board are included for free."

"Who was the man who carried you in here?"

"Was he tall?"

"Yes."

"That's Rafe. I met him tonight. I like him. We were going to sleep in my room."

"You had sex?"

"Not yet.

"He's good looking," Dan said.

"And big." I held my hands apart, the way Tom had.

Dan smiled. Then he frowned.

"You aren't a prostitute, are you?" Dan asked.

"I thought about being one. Between it and the drawing, I could make a lot of money. But I decided against it."

"You have had an adventure!"

I smiled at my father. It was certainly strange!

"I have."

"Um...how do you feel about Rafe?" I asked Dan.

"Why? Do you want to keep seeing him?"

"I don't know. I just met him. I would like a chance to get to know him."

"That's just fine, Daryl. Maybe he can become my friend to both of us. We'll be able to talk freely about things with a man like us."

"Good. This is such a mess. I told Harry that my art teacher and I had sex. We can trust Harry and Tom. They work here. Tom is the one..." I was about to tell Tom's secret about Joey. I thought it was safe to tell Dan. He sure wouldn't be spreading it around, but Tom might not want Dan to know."

"This saloon is sure a sinful place. I just love it!" I said.

Dan laughed, loudly.

"Now the other saloon is a little looser. That was how the owner described it to me. Then he talked about one of his girls who sucks a donkey during private parties."

"Oh, my god!" Dan said.

"Then the men use the donkey cream that is all over her body to grease their cocks while they fuck her pussy and ass."

"I'm shocked!" Dan said. "Completely shocked!"

"He wants to fuck me, too," I said.

I yawned. It snuck up on me. It had been a busy day. My life changed completely twice!

"Have you ever wanted to teach kids to read and write?" I asked. "The owner of that other saloon told me one of his prostitutes has two children that need to learn. They offered me the job teaching them, but I really wasn't interested."

"I'll think about it. We have a lot of things to decide."

"We need to tell Harry and Tom. I work for them. You and I may want to sleep in my room tonight."

Dan sighed. "It will be all over town."

"No, it won't. Harry emphasized that nothing about the saloon or the employees is to be discussed anywhere but inside the saloon. They all have secrets."

As soon as I said that, I remembered how quickly Ben learned about me. But I sure didn't plan on letting the women learning anything about Dan and me.

"I guess in a sinful place, they would," Dan said.

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