access two days a week, but otherwise operates the same as a Platinum membership. So, technically, the employees are not paid for their work in The Silo or one of the cabins, but rather enjoy a much higher salary than most bartenders or waitresses would make as well as a Silver membership.
The one thing that has caused some troubles for Bridger and me is if a club member is extremely satisfied with the services one of my employees provides and wants to give a tip. We have to shut that shit down fast because that right there is prostitution. No employee of mine can accept monies once they step foot out of the main club, and I will fire them on the spot if I catch it.
I give a knowing smile to Colton and lower my voice so I ensure Callie can’t hear us through the door. I’m purposely vague when I say, “I was there when the party kicked off, but I didn’t stay long. Must have missed you.”
That’s true enough and if Colton chooses to believe I participated, so be it. But the fact of the matter is I just showed up and gave a little speech about how excited Bridger and I were. I only stayed for about a total of ten minutes, watching Bridger play with a husband and wife who’ve been members since we opened. Normally, observing Bridger put both a man and a woman on their knees before him and making them take turns sucking his dick would turn me the fuck on, but not that night. For some reason, I just wasn’t into it.
I felt unsettled and unsure of myself for the first time I can ever remember. I ended up going home and watched a basketball game on TV while I drank a beer. I even wondered what it would be like if Callie were there with me, maybe curled up into my side, reading a book.
Shaking my head because I have no fucking business thinking those things, I grab the doorknob and open the door. I hold my hand out, and Colton shakes it. “Thanks for coming by, man. I’ll be out to see you next week as planned.”
“Sure thing, Woolf.”
Turning my back on him, I force myself not to look at Callie sitting at her desk, and walk back to my own. I flip up my calendar to look at my schedule for the rest of the day, pleased to see that after my lunch meeting, I don’t have anything else. I think I’ll knock off and head over to The Wicked Horse. Stephanie is on duty I think, and I could get a quick fuck in. I think that all I need is to just get laid. It’s been going on a full week now since I’ve had some pussy, and I’m starting to get grumpy about it.
Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.
My mouth curves into a smile, and I give myself a little fist pump of exuberance. I just need to get re-oriented. Shake off all the crazy that came with the return of Callie Hayes.
“…this little restaurant they just opened up on the main square,” I hear Colton saying, and my ears perk up hard.
“Sounds divine,” Callie says.
“Awesome. Saturday then… I’ll pick you up at seven?” Colton says with excitement in his voice.
Oh, hell fucking no.
I shoot out of my chair and walk out of the office just as Callie says, “It’s a date.”
“What’s a date?” I ask casually as I open up the file cabinet behind her desk, rooting around for what the fuck ever.
“I’m going to take Callie out to that new restaurant in town on Saturday,” Colton says with a shit-eating grin.
I turn from the cabinet with a folder in my hand, no clue what I just grabbed, and give first Colton and then Callie an apologetic look. “Sorry… she has to work this weekend.”
“Doing what?” Callie demands as Colton’s face falls.
“It’s branding weekend on the Double J,” I say smoothly, immensely grateful that it is, in fact, the weekend we’ll be vaccinating, castrating, and branding the spring calves. “It’s going to be a busy day for me, and I’ll need your help.”
Colton looks at me dubiously because as an owner of a cattle ranch, he knows I really don’t have much to do. I mean, sure, I’ll participate in some of
The one thing that has caused some troubles for Bridger and me is if a club member is extremely satisfied with the services one of my employees provides and wants to give a tip. We have to shut that shit down fast because that right there is prostitution. No employee of mine can accept monies once they step foot out of the main club, and I will fire them on the spot if I catch it.
I give a knowing smile to Colton and lower my voice so I ensure Callie can’t hear us through the door. I’m purposely vague when I say, “I was there when the party kicked off, but I didn’t stay long. Must have missed you.”
That’s true enough and if Colton chooses to believe I participated, so be it. But the fact of the matter is I just showed up and gave a little speech about how excited Bridger and I were. I only stayed for about a total of ten minutes, watching Bridger play with a husband and wife who’ve been members since we opened. Normally, observing Bridger put both a man and a woman on their knees before him and making them take turns sucking his dick would turn me the fuck on, but not that night. For some reason, I just wasn’t into it.
I felt unsettled and unsure of myself for the first time I can ever remember. I ended up going home and watched a basketball game on TV while I drank a beer. I even wondered what it would be like if Callie were there with me, maybe curled up into my side, reading a book.
Shaking my head because I have no fucking business thinking those things, I grab the doorknob and open the door. I hold my hand out, and Colton shakes it. “Thanks for coming by, man. I’ll be out to see you next week as planned.”
“Sure thing, Woolf.”
Turning my back on him, I force myself not to look at Callie sitting at her desk, and walk back to my own. I flip up my calendar to look at my schedule for the rest of the day, pleased to see that after my lunch meeting, I don’t have anything else. I think I’ll knock off and head over to The Wicked Horse. Stephanie is on duty I think, and I could get a quick fuck in. I think that all I need is to just get laid. It’s been going on a full week now since I’ve had some pussy, and I’m starting to get grumpy about it.
Yeah, that’s what I’ll do.
My mouth curves into a smile, and I give myself a little fist pump of exuberance. I just need to get re-oriented. Shake off all the crazy that came with the return of Callie Hayes.
“…this little restaurant they just opened up on the main square,” I hear Colton saying, and my ears perk up hard.
“Sounds divine,” Callie says.
“Awesome. Saturday then… I’ll pick you up at seven?” Colton says with excitement in his voice.
Oh, hell fucking no.
I shoot out of my chair and walk out of the office just as Callie says, “It’s a date.”
“What’s a date?” I ask casually as I open up the file cabinet behind her desk, rooting around for what the fuck ever.
“I’m going to take Callie out to that new restaurant in town on Saturday,” Colton says with a shit-eating grin.
I turn from the cabinet with a folder in my hand, no clue what I just grabbed, and give first Colton and then Callie an apologetic look. “Sorry… she has to work this weekend.”
“Doing what?” Callie demands as Colton’s face falls.
“It’s branding weekend on the Double J,” I say smoothly, immensely grateful that it is, in fact, the weekend we’ll be vaccinating, castrating, and branding the spring calves. “It’s going to be a busy day for me, and I’ll need your help.”
Colton looks at me dubiously because as an owner of a cattle ranch, he knows I really don’t have much to do. I mean, sure, I’ll participate in some of
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