Uncomplicated: A Vegas Girl's Tale

  Table of Contents

  Copyrights

  Dedications

  Prologue

  Chapter 1

  Chapter 2

  Chapter 3

  Chapter 4

  Chapter 5

  Chapter 6

  Chapter 7

  Chapter 8

  Chapter 9

  Chapter 10

  Chapter 11

  Chapter 12

  Chapter 13

  Chapter 14

  Chapter 15

  Chapter 16

  Chapter 17

  Chapter 18

  Chapter 19

  Chapter 20

  Chapter 21

  Chapter 22

  Chapter 23

  Chapter 24

  Chapter 25

  Chapter 26

  Chapter 27

  Chapter 28

  Chapter 29

  Chapter 30

  Chapter 31

  Chapter 32

  Chapter 33

  Epilogue

  Preview of This Girl Stripped

  Preview of Possessed by You

  Preview of Pursuit

  About Dawn

  About Jo-Anna

  UNCOMPLICATED

  Copyright 2013 Dawn Robertson and Jo-Anna Walker

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  This book is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents are the product of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual events, locales, or persons, living or dead, is coincidental.

  This book is dedicated to:

  all of the women who worked tirelessly to read, beta, edit, and help it become the amazing novel it turned out to be. Brenda Wright, Rachel Mizer, Shoutlines Design for the gorgeous cover.

  Our family and friends for always supporting our ventures.

  The bloggers who have stood at our side through this.

  And you.

  Every single reader.

  Because without you, we wouldn't have written this to begin with.

  Enjoy Uncomplicated.

  When people think of call girls, they think of whores. Emotionally ruined little girls with some sort of daddy complex, aching to compensate for something missing in their lives. For a good portion of the girls I have met, this is a pretty on point assumption; but for me, it couldn’t be any further from the truth.

  I can’t remember the exact moment I decided I wanted to become a high paid whore, but I think it was around the time I arrived in Vegas for a temporary modeling job.

  Truth be told, I am not your usual blonde bombshell, not what most think of when you say call girl. My short, thick frame and natural fiery red hair makes me stand out in a crowd. The Irish that runs through my veins is a fucking curse some days.

  But this is the life I have chosen to make for myself. I haven’t been forced, or coerced. I am not a victim, I am a fucking badass business woman.

  I am Jenny Sunshine and this is my story.

  MODESTY

  (Jenny)

  Everything about my life is modest. My every day clothing covers more than the average woman in Las Vegas, my studio apartment is simple, and the black Jeep Liberty I drive has seen better days. I’ve never been a girl into material possessions, being raised in the Midwest by God-fearing parents is probably the root of that; and I genuinely appreciate it.

  It was Friday morning, my first free day of the week. My typical shift at Dr. Jeffrey’s office ran Tuesday thru Thursday, and that is more than enough for my taste. Call me a prude, or just a flat out bitch, but I just can’t deal with the catty broads that run that place. I have never been the girl with a bunch of girlfriends. If anything, the girls always called me a whore because I was a tom-boy, hanging out with all the guys. Whatever, at least I knew which guys were dogs. And I can still pick those same assholes out of a crowd.

  Which brings me to why I don’t date. Have you ever been to Las Vegas? Yeah, it is a tourist city, most people are just passing through, and the men who choose to make a life there have some kind of douchebagery complex. The pussy is plenty, the alcohol constantly flows, and it doesn’t cost much to get laid. Unless it is my cunt you wanna inside.

  My job got the itch scratched. It filled my bank account, the only thing in my life that can’t fall under the description of modest; but I would never tell my parents that.

  The phone ringing distracted me from my early morning musings about life. Rolling over and eying the clock, it was only 8 AM. My mother really needed to start taking into consideration the time difference.

  “Momma, you really need to remember the time difference.” I let out a laugh as she gasped on the other end of the line, confirming that once again, she truly forgot.

  “I’m so sorry Jenny, darlin’,” her country twang flooded though the line.

  I miss home. I truly do, but there is nothing to go back to other than my parents. Which simply wasn’t enough for me.

  “When are you comin’ home to finally make your Papa happy? He misses you, and you know we can’t come out there.” Can’t? Not exactly. More like won’t. Something about visiting a place called Sin City never appealed to them.

  “Momma, we’ve been through this. I can’t take the time off from work.” The line clicked signaling an incoming call, and just as my mother started to gossip about all the bumpkin’s back home I couldn’t give two shits about, I was able to cut her off with a legit reason.

  “Momma, I gotta take this call. Love you.” And I disconnected the call. I cleared my throat and answer with the sexiest most sultry hello I can put together so early in the damn morning.

  “Sunshine, my love,” Jude Emerson sang sweetly into the other end of the line. The thirty-something international businessman from London was always up for a good time. “I would love to spend the evening with you, but I have a special request.”

  “And that would be what, Jude?” I pulled no punches when it comes to my time, it is a simple yes or no. I made the final call on anything I get myself involved with. I can already tell he is walking on eggshells just from the tamed tone in his normally playful voice. He was trying to sweet talk me.

  “I would like someone to join us this evening. I have a lady companion I am traveling with. Her name is Lily and she is interested.”

  I’ve heard worse. Hell, I’ve done worse in the name of experimentation.

  “You know that will increase my fee for the night, Jude.” I was to the point because I didn’t want to let on that I like some clients in a more than business manner. Hell, he is the type all women dream of bringing home to their parents. Thick blond shaggy hair, with a five o’clock shadow at all damn times. I often fantasized what he would look like first thing in the morning after a clean shave. Dark honey eyes that sparkled with absolute mischief, and a bank roll that could buy a small fucking country, adopt half the orphans of the world, and feed Sally Struthers for a year.

  “Of course, love. That is no problem. You name the price and it’s as good as done.”

  Doubling my fee for the night would rake in enough to pay my rent for six months.

  “Five thousand. See you at the Hard Rock at eight. I will be checked in under Jennifer Sunshine, as always,” and I disconnected the line. A female companion, huh? This will make for a fun night.

  “Jude is gonna pay fuckin’ five grand for you tonight?” Nora gasped into the ot
her end of the phone as I carefully shaved my legs in the bathtub. My best friend just so happened to be a high paid whore also. I had no friends in Vegas when I met the blue-eyed blonde bombshell, she took me under her wing while showing me the ropes of the call girl game. I owed her a lot, but she would never collect. She was good like that.

  Jude was a man we have had the opportunity of sharing in the past. His love for two women at once was nothing new and his ability to fuck like Don Juan all night long was something I loved about him. Not that I should love anything about a client. The lines just continued to get blurred when it came to Jude. As always.

  “Yup, five grand and he gets me for two hours. I was surprised he is bringin’ his own lady friend though. You think he is finally settling down?” I let out a short laugh, not because I am shocked at the idea, but because I need to mask the pang of hurt I felt saying the words. I’ve never crossed the line with a client. Not once. Ever. But Jude always made me think about the what ifs. What if he wanted more? What if I let him have more? What if I gave up my way of life for him? I shook my head, trying to get into the right frame of mind for the night. Two more hours and I would be checking into the hotel room for our night. For work. Only work, I continued to remind myself.

  “I gotta go Nora, I’m gonna slice my fuckin’ leg off if I don’t hang up.” I tossed my phone onto the bathroom floor and finished the task of bathing. The long list of chores I always bitched about doing on a night like this. Shaving my legs and pussy, conditioning my hair in an attempt to tame my unruly red curls and lathering my favorite apple body wash all over my pale white skin.

  I wanted nothing more than to just lie in the tub, soaking in the hot water and getting my mind off of my slight obsession with the man waiting for my services. Never before had I dreaded my job until right this moment. Dammit.

  I pulled my lazy ass from the tub, drying off and starting on the project of my hair and makeup.

  An hour and a half later I am ready to roll. The deep smoky makeup around my bright blue eyes accented the black halter dress I have chosen for the evening. I slid my petite feet into the sky high silver pumps, grab my Michael Kors bag off the bed and lock up my apartment for the night.

  “Let’s get this show on the road, Sunshine.”

  Like that, I am off to work.

  “Jennifer, meet Lily.” Jude introduced us from his perch in the corner. He sat in a black leather armchair and I couldn’t help but notice where his shirt was already unbuttoned, revealing his delicious, rock hard chest. His hand rested on the bulge pressing against his black designer pants.

  My heart skipped a beat at the sight of him. Beautiful. Perfection. I had to stop myself from drooling when the voluptuous brunette took my hand in greeting.

  “Nice to meet you. I have heard so much about you from my Jude.”

  Her Jude. I continued to smile like I am on stage for the Miss America pageant.

  “Likewise, Lily.” I tossed my bag down and took in her curves. Her large breasts pressed against the tiny green cocktail dress she was wearing, threatening to bust out with one wrong move. Her long brown hair reached down her back, and my eyes met her warm brown eyes. Everything about her screams simple, natural beauty, and I could see everything that Jude saw in her. She was not fake like the women constantly throwing themselves at his billions. She was real. She was lovely. She was warm and welcoming.

  My jealousy subsided when his words pulled me from my own head.

  “Why don’t you ladies get started without me. I want to watch for a bit.” He flashed his pearly white, perfect smile and I nod.

  “Anything you want, Jude,” I purred in his direction, as I take a step closer to Lily.

  She smiled and her lips part as her arm wrapped around my body, pulling me closer to her warm breasts and tugging on the zipper of my dress.

  Not wasting any time, I see.

  With her free hand, she ran her fingers through my shoulder length, wild red hair as her lips met mine in a seductive dance for dominance.

  I took charge pushing her back onto the sprawling king size bed in the middle of the luxurious hotel suite.

  She giggled as her back flopped onto the bed. I slid the black dress down onto the floor, kicking it off with the toe of my silver stiletto pumps. I turned slightly to the side, taking another eyeful of the blond Greek God.

  His shaggy hair fell slightly into his eyes and his chest heaved as he lazily worked his hand up and down his now exposed erection.

  I gave him a wink accompanied by a slow seductive turn showing off the white lace lingerie barely covering my assets. A low growl escaped his lips as I turned my attention back to an almost naked Lily on the bed.

  Her D cup breasts are bare, held up by a beautiful black under-bust corset. Rosy nipples standing at attention, begging to be sucked. Her long legs are covered by sheer black stockings connected to barely there, matching black suspenders. No panties, and I can see clear as day, Jude has already had his way with her. His wet release fresh on her pretty pink pussy lips.

  “Oh, Jude. Such a bad boy.” I laughed as I run my finger along the lips of her cunt, cleaning the mess he had left behind. Lily’s breath caught and her body arched off the bed.

  “Oh, you poor thing. He didn’t let you get off did he?” Poor girl was panting like a bitch in heat. Hell, she is a fuckin’ bitch in heat the way he left her.

  “Mmmhmmm,” she moaned. Her hands trailed the across the comforter of the bed, squeezing her tits, pinching her nipples and letting out some of the most erotic sounds I had heard come from a female in ages. And believe me folks, I’ve heard some shit!

  “Well, Jenny is gonna fix that for you, Sugar.” Lowering my lips to her body, I start licking up her bare thighs. I paused for a minute only to look back at Jude. “Of course, if that is okay with the boss.”

  “Oh please, Jenny. Clean her up for me.”

  I should have known he would put it in terms like that. Always the pervert, but I had to remind myself, anything to please my client. Even if I wanted to do more than just please Jude.

  I lowered my mouth back to her bare cunt. My tongue slowly caressed her folds, pressing ever so gently against her hard clit. I could taste his salty release all over her swollen pussy, which begged me for release. I parted her lips and dipped my middle finger inside her dripping wet cunt. Sucking her clit into my mouth harder, I worked her g-spot as she squirmed under my touch.

  I could feel her soft body slowly tense under my caress. Each second that passed, her breathing became more rapid. Her moans more frantic. Her release so close I could taste it, mixed with the warm come left over from Jude.

  Just as Lily tipped over the edge, pulling on my hair and grinding her cunt into my face, I felt his presence behind me. A chill ran through my body as it begged for him to bury his dick deep inside me. No matter how many times we could fuck, my body responded to him unlike any other client.

  A single finger looped under my panties, ripping them clean from my body as he pressed his seethed cock against my wet pussy. Hot and ready for him to take me as I licked up his girlfriend’s orgasm with everything I had in me.

  “Fuck, you’re always so tight for me, Jenny,” Jude groaned as his thrusts became more rapid. His roaming hands pulled at the leftover lingerie covering my body. Ripping and tearing the expensive lace bra I wore for his enjoyment. Lily wiggled free as Jude pinned me to the bed, relentlessly taking me from behind.

  I moaned for his enjoyment, playing the part and talking dirty with each thrust of his cock.

  “Fuck that pussy, baby.” Mixed with the moans of genuine pleasure building inside me. Each time he bottoms out within my cunt, I could feel him bringing me closer and closer to my own orgasm. Fuck it felt good. He always feels amazing.

  “Oh yes, right there. Fuck me harder. I’ve been a bad girl, Jude.”

  A sharp sting spread across my ass as his hand paddled my exposed cheek. His grunts increased as his hand bit into my hip. That’s gonna leave a
mark.

  My body withered under his touch as his waves of pleasure crashed over me. My breath caught and my moans echoed through the hotel room. I pushed my ass back meeting his hard thrusts and like that, he pulls out and tosses the condom to the floor.

  Spurt after spurt of his hot come covered my pussy and ass from behind as he grunts in appreciation of my body.

  “So good, Jenny. Always, so fucking good.”

  “Anything for you, Jude.”

  And like that, my work for the evening was over, and my heart is shattered into a thousand pieces I left behind on the floor of the Hardrock Hotel suite.

  VEGAS

  (Mathis)

  The thought of moving to Las Vegas let alone owning a club here, sent a shiver down my spine. Sin City as most people called it. Well I called it a fucking gold mine.

  Owning clubs all over North America, I knew when and where to open, but Vegas? It could be in the middle of the recession and people still flocked to my club. Why? Because I’m Mathis fucking Verlinden. That’s why.

  Now I know I shouldn’t be all high on myself. Wait, yes I should be and I earned it. Every dollar, every green, I earned all by myself. Coming from the slums of Bulgaria to North America, the wonderful USA, it was like I was born for this shit. Bred to appease the youth, the young people of today’s society flocked into my clubs where DJs rocked their souls and my staff pumped them full of drinks and food. Why do I feel this way? It is what it is. I wanted to give people what I never had. I was a kind, caring person that way. And greedy all at the same time.

  Club Maroon, was my newest adventure and an adventure it was. The sprawling new club happened to be opening as we speak. Yes, I had a thing for the color red. All shades. All of my club names had some form or shade of red in the title. My favorite type was when a pale ass reddened under my touch. I could almost feel the tingle straight to my soul and when a woman whimpered because she couldn’t figure out why she liked my pain so much…best fucking kind if you asked me.