Mariam had been curious about the saloons and brothels across town ever since she and Harlan had moved to Mineral Gulch a year ago. She was so excited when he told her about moving from back east and setting up his dental practice in the gold rush town. The excitement of the frontier had always intrigued her and now, for the past year, she was living here.
Harlan had not wanted her to go to THAT side of town, but now she was heading over there, by his request, on business. Harlan needed to deliver a bill to a saloon owner from yesterday when all of his “serving” women had appointments. Since he was busy with prominent clients who had arrived early, Harlan had sent her to deliver the bill.
She had dressed in her nicest blue dress, her short, puffed sleeves revealing her silky white arms. Harlan had been right, the boom town was a very profitable move for them, and she had enjoyed the finest fashions as the reward. Her corset revealed her slender figure and boosted her ample breasts. Her flowing, sweeping skirt swayed as she walked. She enjoyed the feel of the bright sun on her pale complexion as she crossed the main avenue of town.
She heard the sounds even before she rounded the corner, the music and commotion of people enjoying themselves. She felt excitement as she saw the painted ladies and heard the celebrations, although she both enjoyed and felt guilty at the tingle in her crotch. As she approached the saloon, one of the women, Ruby, sauntered over and walked with her.
“Hey, Mary,” she called. “Fancy seeing you here.”
“Oh, yes,” Mariam answered, meekly. “Harlan sent me on business.”
“We all do business here,” Ruby said with a sly smile.
“Oh, my. No, I meant,” Mariam stammered, embarrassed.
“It’s OK, Mary,” laughed Ruby, “I know what you meant.”
“I don’t think I could ever do what you do.” She looked Ruby in the eyes, her expression changing as she realized her words. “I only mean, I don’t know that anyone would want me. I’m sorry Ruby, I mean no judgment.”
“It,” Ruby paused, looked into her eyes, and saw the sincerity. “It’s OK, Mary,” she smiled, “I understand. And you might be surprised what you could do.” She winked at Mary, “And at what you might enjoy.”
Mary gasped and blushed as Ruby chuckled at her. They had reached the door to the saloon and Ruby patted Mary’s shoulder, raised an eyebrow and peeled away toward a group of cowboys dismounting their rides. Mary looked after her for a moment before entering the saloon. The room was dark and smoky and loud music coming from the piano could be heard over the commotion.
Mary started across the room to the bar where the proprietor was serving drinks. About half way cross the room she stumbled over something and nearly fell. Her hand reached out to steady herself and landed on the muscular arm of a rugged cowboy who had reached out to steady her. She gasped involuntarily as the tingle arose in her private area when she touched him. She righted herself quickly, breathed a quick thanks and continued to the bar. She thought she would have to hurry back to her home and her afternoon alone time would be much more enjoyable with the image now in her head.
She crossed the remainder of the room without incident and passed the bill to the owner. A quick glance and he promised to have the money delivered before the end of the week. Mary turned to go and her eyes fell onto the back of the man who had steadied her. His hair fell across his broad shoulders, much longer than Harlan ever allowed his to get. But again, he was easily twice the size of Harlan in every way. She meekly looked at the floor as she got closer and quickened her step, she wanted to get home release herself to the thought of this muscular stranger. She passed the man and gasped again as a large hand clasped onto her arm. She froze in her path and simply stood, both fear and titillation coursing through her body.
“Don’t rush off, miss,” the man said, the combination of his hand on her flesh and his deep, rumbling voice stimulating her body even more. “Stay. Join us for a drink.”
“I have to get home,” Mariam said softly. She shifted her hips as she felt a trickle flow into her undergarments.
“Surely you can stay for a drink. Or maybe something else,” he squeezed her arm slightly at that and chuckled.
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