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Still, Clinton told himself, she was getting on well. Recently McCluskie had enquired if “Mrs Johnson was available”. There was no doubt that the low cut dress showed off her assets to good effect. Whether she was aware or not, she would lean forward when a person came up to the desk, displaying even more. He was sure a lot of men were on their way to pleasure before they even got to the designated room. But then, she was also very efficient in the planning of the assignations. Some men had started booking in advance to get the girl they wanted; this was quite an innovation.
“Mrs. Johnson, you do a fine job at the reception. I am truly impressed. Dressed proper you make a good advertisement for our ... services.”
“Thank you Mr. Clinton, I wonder what it is you want?”
“Now, Mrs. Johnson, you do me an injustice. I do assure you I am only here to commend your spirit. Only ... Since you bring it up...
As you know, I deduct some from your wages to help repay the debt your husband so cruelly left you with.”
“Please, do not disparage my late husband, he may have been foolish, but he was still my husband.”
“Just so, I am suitably reprimanded. Well, as I say, I make those deductions. It pains me to say that, as things stand the capital is barely being reduced. The problem, as I’m sure you understand, is that interest has to be charged on the loan. This adds to the amount owed and, although it is true that your sterling work is helping at the moment, interest rates are increasing and I shall be forced to increase the interest on the loan too.” Now, he had never spelled out what the interest rate was, nor how much he was deducting from her wages. He gave her a sum each week and she took it. She had been naïve, she knew that now. He had her by the short and curlies (a phrase she had heard used by the cowboys, she had understood its meaning but not its provenance until she had used it in front of one of the girls, who had doubled up in fits of laughter and finally, between choking fits of laughter, had explained what it meant. She never said it again, but she did think it in her head sometimes), she knew that. She was pretty sure she knew what was coming. “I calculate that, at the new rate of interest, you would be ninety before the debt was paid. I do not think I should wait that long.
But I have a suggestion.”
“I suspected you might have, you are always so helpful”
“I try, Mrs. Johnson, I do try. As you may know, some men, respectable, honest men now, not the cowpokes who drift through; as I say, some men have expressed an interest in your good self as a bedroom companion”
She knew that a couple of the ‘respectable’ members of her old church had looked at her even when she attended the church. She had assumed it to be a friendly smile when she had been married and a staunch church attender. Now she saw the same look when they visited the whorehouse. She had been one of the prettier wives at the church, and their thoughts were not entirely godly when they watched her kneel to pray. She no longer attended the church, the looks, even before it became known she had taken the job, had been enough to put her off. The older, fatter, uglier women simply assumed that a young widow would be after finding a new provider and they were sure it wouldn’t be their man! The churchgoers liked the idea of taking that pretty bottom that had been so attractive covered when bending at prayer. Father Branden (who did indeed visit the girls – he insisted on only fucking protestants, he thought somehow that his vow of celibacy didn’t count if they weren’t Catholic) had also enquired about the attractive Mrs. Johnson, he liked the idea of her because she was no virgin (her daughter was proof of that) but she was somehow ‘pure’, there being no evidence of infidelity. These men had suggested they might pay more than the standard price range for access to her. One man in particular had offered a large sum to be the first to fill her pussy since she was widowed.
“Well, Mr. Clinton. I am flattered of course. I am not sure I am quite ready yet to allow such access to myself as you propose. Perhaps we should discuss this further? What, for example, would I receive by way of extra compensation?”
“Ah, Mrs. Johnson; you have come on in leaps and bounds since I took you on. You are a true businesswoman! I would, of course, use a larger proportion of your earnings to repay your debt faster. I assumed you would prefer that rather than receive extra wages in your hand?” He had actually thought that, if she was a good lay, he would keep her in the business as long as possible. He was beginning to wonder if this idea of unredeemable loans might not be a good way of keeping staff.
“I did not hear a figure mentioned?”
He was also thinking of broaching the subject of her daughter, but how to do it? Unknown to her, the contract she signed had included her daughter (“the signee and all her progeny will...”). She hadn’t read the contract properly; there was a lot of doubt of the legality of course, but then who could anybody ask? This had only come up once before, when Annie-Jo had worked for him for 6 months, she had a daughter of fourteen who was more than willing to begin earning her own money. Annie-Jo was very, very against it and had been locked up in an outhouse when they’d held the auction. Deflowering a virgin girl was a big thing for many a man, and the bidding went very well. Mary-Jo (Annie’s daughter) received 20% of the final price and had made quite a good show of it too. She had whimpered at the man’s huge cock and begged him to be gentle. He wasn’t, she didn’t expect him to be. But she had deliberately lubricated herself beforehand and had coped. The man, Clinton, and Mary-Jo were all satisfied with the arrangement, only Annie-Jo remained implacable.
“Let me consider. There is also another matter.” He realised this would be a lever to get her into a whore’s bed, but actually he was already determining on getting the daughter too, once the mother had agreed. “It is a matter of some delicacy. The fact is your daughter will find it hard to obtain any other employment in this town now...”
Marie Johnson gasped, literally, she felt her heart jump. She felt faint. “No, no, never. I will never allow...”
“Hmm, let us both think over our positions. You should read the third clause in the contract you signed. I gave you a copy did I not? Yes, I thought so.” He made to leave, hesitated and turned “Marie, “ he had never used her first name before. It was an act of ownership. She was no longer the respectable widow employed by the local businessman, she was a possession, he controlled her through the loan that she had assumed responsibility for even though she had no responsibility for it. “Marie, I am not a cruel or evil man, believe me. I am a businessman, that is all. I do not seek to cause you distress, only to gain what is rightfully mine. I bid you good day”
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