Chapter 1
The last rays of fading sunlight shown off the weather-beaten red brick. Outlined in the greyness of dusk, the Skyline Motel stood waiting. A brightly burning neon sign announced its presence to the passing stream of automobiles, yet few unfamiliar vehicles entered the parking lot.
With darkness, the Skyline Motel became alive with activity. The cool, night air refreshed the surrounding Nevada clay, baked dry by the burning desert sun. The spinning wheels of a long, black Oldsmobile kicked gravel into the air as its headlights flashed beams of brilliant light across the nondescript exterior. The rumbling sounds of the car's powerful engine echoed in the half-filled parking lot Joan Nichols hesitated before switching off the ignition of her car. As she sat in the semidarkness, her long, manicured fingers locked around the steering wheel, she felt familiar pangs of guilt mounting within her. She hated the urging passions that brought her to the motel She hated her desperate search for satisfaction, the lusting needs directing her every move.
With a smooth, sudden movement, Joan pulled the key from the ignition switch, pushed forward on the door handle, and stepped from the air-conditioned comfort of her expensive car.
As she walked to the entrance of the Skyline Motel's lounge, the hem of her ultra-short skirt rose high on her thrillingly smooth thighs. She could feel a cool breeze caressing the marvelously burning skin of her legs.
Pushing through the heavy glass doors, Joan's high heels clicked loudly against the highly polished, tile floor. As usual, the woman's presence in the dimly lit bar caused more than a few turned heads. Curling a warm smile on her lips, the thirty-year-old housewife made for her favorite stool.
"Nice to see you again," Charlie Brooks said, setting down a thick, cardboard coaster on the bar before her.
Joan smiled at the ruggedly handsome bartender as her fingers played with the brightly colored disk. The sexy wife could see the man's penetrating eyes taking in the softness of her full, firm breasts. Joan knew he could see the outlines of her hard nipples pressing against the thin, taut material of her sexy micro-mini dress.
"What'll you have?" Charlie inquired, moving his gaze up from the excitement of her huge tits.
"The usual, dear," Joan replied, her voice deep and sexy, softly exciting in the shadowy lounge.
Joan Nichols was a member of a strange breed of women that Charlie Brooks had come to know while tending bar at the Skyline. She was a suburban wife with beauty, money, and a husband more interested in his business than in her. Joan, like so many other bored women, always ended up in the same place. Her fingers wrapped around a tall scotch and soda, waiting to be picked up by some handsome, generous stranger.
Some women whored for the money, but Joan Nichols was in it for kicks. There was nothing as wonderfully exciting as a man paying to touch and feel a body caught in hungry passions. She needed that demonstration of desire. She needed to be paid for the sharing of her body.
"Hello, Joan darling. How are you?"
The beautiful woman felt a warm, softly feminine hand resting against her arm. Quickly turning her head to the side, Joan's eyes took in the exciting loveliness of Stella Bogen, owner-manager of the Skyline motel. The older woman's lips were turned up into a smile, sexy and inviting.
"Don't tell me that husband of yours is out of town again?" Stella asked, her fingertips just barely touching the naked skin of Joan's arm.
"How did you guess?" Joan snapped back sarcastically, lifting the glass to her full lips and taking a deep swallow of the burning liquid. "I'm sorry," she apologized, resting her glass black down on the shiny wooden bar. "I didn't mean to snap at you. It's certainly not your fault that I married the man I did."
"Don't worry about it, darling. I know just what's the matter. It's not good for a beautiful lady to drink alone. You need a little company. And I have just what the doctor ordered."
Stella hurried off into the shadows as Joan's eyes rested on the rounded perfection of the woman's exciting ass cheeks. The motel owner was dressed in a pair of wild hot pants, cut to show off the fullness of her sexy ass. Her long, graceful legs were encased in smoky nylon, and high heels showed her legs off to their best advantage.
Joan could feel adrenalin pumping into her blood stream. Stella knew she needed a man, and could supply one at a moments notice. The lovely housewife felt her heart pounding as she waited to see the man who would own her for the rest of the night.
She caught her breath when she looked up into the hard-featured handsomeness of Dave Dennings face. Stella's arm was wrapped in his as she showed off the magnificent hunk of man to the discriminating prostitute.
"I'm so glad you dropped by, Joan dear," Stella told her. "I know you and Dave are going to get along just fine."
Stella smiled at the housewife as she watched Joan turn towards the stud who she was standing beside. Her eyes drifted down to the younger woman's exposed legs. Squirming around on the bar stool, Joan's tight dress hiked up around her smooth-skinned thighs, exposing the girl's exciting flesh.
"It's very nice to meet you, Dave," Joan said, reaching out to take the man's strong hand in her own.
While she smiled as warmly and invitingly as she could, Joan pulled Dave's hand towards her, letting it rest on her nylon-clad knee. She let the tip of her pointed shoe press against his leg.
Stella Bogen was pleased with herself. Whenever she was able to fix up a little "date" for one of the local housewives, it meant a nice cut of the action for herself. More and more of the motel owner's income was coming from these kinds of deal.
Joan enjoyed the softly massaging fingers of the man she was going to take to bed with her that night. Bending slightly forward, the sexy woman allowed Dave to look down the front of her dress. She wanted him to get the idea of what a great body she had. A triumphant smile crossed her lips as she saw how burning and intense the man's expression was as he looked down between the huge, twin mounds of her thrilling breasts.
"Why don't we sit over there, where it's a little more private?" Dave asked, motioning to a booth in a darkened corner of the lounge.
"Sounds like a great idea," Joan replied, slipping off of the high stool.
Wiggling her hips as hotly as she could, the part-time whore led the way to the shadowy booth. She didn't have to look over her shoulder to see where Dave's eager eyes were focused. She could almost feel the heat of his stare through the thin material stretched taut over the rounded half spheres of her buttocks.
Stella was pleased to see how well Joan and Dave were getting along. She watched them chatting happily for a little while, then turned back to her other duties. Running a motel was a big job, especially when it was as busy as the Skyline was.
Sitting at the end of the bar, Stella had Charlie pour her a tall gin and tonic. As she sipped the drink, the beautiful, forty-eight-year-old woman recalled all the things that had occurred over the past year. She laughed at the irony of life as the ice tinkled happily in her glass.
Stella remembered when the new highway was opened, cutting down on the cars that traveled past her motel. She remembered how frightened she was over losing the business. But then, like all things in life, fate took a hand. Stella was sitting in that very same spot, a year before when everything started to break her way.
"The bartender said you were in charge around here," a short, balding man said, his voice meek and easily forgettable.
Stella looked over the rim of her glass at the stranger. She hoped he wasn't going to make any more trouble for her than she already had. With the new road only open a few days, her business had already dropped off by more than half. Some guy looking for trouble was all she needed to make the day complete.
"Yes, I am," she replied, trying to wear a cheerful smile across her sexy face. "What can I do for you?"
"Is there someplace where we can talk, in private?" he asked, looking around at some of the other patrons standing at the bar.
"Sure," Stella said, hopping off of her bar stool. "Just follow me."
Stella didn't like not knowing what was going on, but she decided to play it through, and see what happened. As she walked, she knew that the man behind her could hear the soft hissing sound of her nylons rubbing together. She made an extra effort to walk sexy, sure that the stranger's eyes were taking in the perfection of her ass.
In her private office, Stella talked with the man for the better part of the hour. His proposition was interesting. It seemed he represented a group of businessmen looking for a place to hold their annual sales meeting. The big hotels in Reno were a little too rich for their blood, and he wanted to know if the Skyline could supply his group with everything they might need.
And his biggest need was women. The man was willing to pay Stella a very nice fee for finding about a dozen sexy chicks for his meeting. And she had two weeks to set everything up. At first, she was a little hesitant, but the more she thought about the deal, the more she liked it On any given night, Stella saw lots of sexy women making pickups in the lounge. Why shouldn't she get in on some of the fast money, she thought. Before she really knew what had happened, the price was set, and the man left a sizable deposit with her.
Getting things together was even easier than Stella had thought it would be. The girls she spoke to were more than eager to pick up a little bread whoring for a convention of tired businessmen. By the time the two weeks went by, everything was set.
Stella closed off the lounge for the night, and tables were set up in the smallish room. The women used the kitchen to get ready while the dreary sales meeting went on. But when it was over, Stella led the girls into the room. There wasn't a man in the place who didn't come to attention when he saw the procession of women filling the room.
Each hot bitch was dressed more excitingly then the next. Some of the stunningly sexy women wore mini-dresses cut just enough to cover their naked cunts. Others wore hot pants that left little to the imagination. And they all wore dark nylons and high heels, showing off their marvelous legs to the very best advantage.
Charlie Brooks was behind the bar, pouring drinks just as fast as he could, while Stella watched the cash register ring up dollar after dollar. Before the night was through, the shrewd businesswoman had made more money than she had the previous week.
And that was the start of new life at the Skyline. The convention couldn't have been more successful, and after that, many girls asked Stella if she could fix them up with a well-paying "date." Stella was happy to oblige, for a twenty percent cut off the top.
Sipping her drink, Stella looked back into the darkened booth containing Joan and Dave. The older woman was amazed at how many wives picked up spare money working on their backs. Joan was one of those housewives. And a beautiful one at that!
Joan was eager to get Dave up to her room. She could tell his strong, athletic body would feel wonderful ramming the hardened length of his cock into her hungry belly. As she sipped at her drink, Joan boldly lowered her hand to the hardening bulge between his powerful-looking legs. She enjoyed the look of shock on his face as her fingers wantonly thrilled the throbbing lump of his cock.
Dave was really getting turned on. He rarely made it with hookers, but the Skyline had the reputation of having the wildest-looking girls in the state. As he stared at the fullness of Joan's tits, and felt her hand doing wonderfully erotic things to his covered prick, he knew the Skyline would live up to all the stories he had heard.
Joan slipped her foot out of her shoe, and began rubbing her toes against Dave's leg. She slipped the very tip of her foot inside the leg of his pants, thrilling the hard muscle of his calf. She watched her man's lower lips tremble to the feel of her nylon-clad skin on his flesh.
"Why don't we go up to my room?" Joan said, leaning close enough for the man to smell the perfumed loveliness of her swollen tits.
Smiling into his eyes, Joan watched the stud pull a thick roll of bills from his wallet, and drop a five onto the table. Not only was Dave Dennings handsome, he was generous too. As she slipped her dainty foot back into her shoe, she pushed her way out of the booth. All thoughts of guilt were gone as she wiggle towards the door to the main building.
Stella happily watched Joan leading her customer out of the lounge. Dave was good for at least fifty bucks, and the Skyline's share of that would be a fast ten. And the night had hardly begun. As she continued sipping her drink, the beautiful businesswoman saw other familiar faces coming into the bar. Both men and women.
Stella slid off of her stool, and began to drift around the darkened room. She greeted all her old friends personally, checking out which guys were looking for some action, and which chicks were up for grabs. Before she was done, several other "dates" had been set up, and Stella could almost hear the register filling with money.
But there were many things to check up on, and Stella attended to each one herself. After all, the Skyline Motel had a mighty big reputation to live up to!