August Moone: Life of an Escort Small Town Harlot Series

By Amber Rogers

Book One in a 3 book series called, Small Town Harlots.
This book contains adult content and is intended for adults 18+ only

August was your typical female who only wanted what everyone else had in life... marriage, kids...the works. But then she finds out a deep dark secret about her husband. The kind of secret that can only lead one place: divorce. After leaving Harvey, a mutual friend of theirs convinces her to become an escort for SLOTE, Scarlet Ladies of the Evening. August jumps into the role of an escort with both feet and never looks back. Things are going great for a while.. she has great friends, great clients and the most important person in her life, Pierce Grant. Pierce has been her stepfather since she was a young girl, and she has grown to love him more than she probably should... after all, she did lose her virginity to him on her 18th birthday.
After attending her very first SLOTE party at the Royale Mansion, something happens that just doesn't seem right. August is left with no memory of the nights events, but something keeps nagging her over and over...the one thing she remembers from that night is hearing young women screaming for help while down in the "dungeon" of the mansion...which a client took her to, without knowing she was the boss' daughter. When he realizes his mistake, he gets her home without incident, though the upcoming months prove dangerous for her.
When her real father, Rueben "Grunt" Moone, president of a Texas MC, Red Devils, sends her younger twin sisters Madden and Noelle up to stay with her in Harlot, New York, he sends his right hand man, Vice President of the MC Cash Curtis to watch over them, telling August that she needs to keep her sisters until he gets a few things taken care of back home, and knowing those 'things' are more than likely illegal, August accepts without hesitation. She didn't expect to fall in love with the handsome, rugged looking biker he sends to watch over them though. Cash is tall, broad, and covered in ink, and even though he's a lot older than her, she can’t resist his appeal, but neither can any other woman.
Months after the arrival of her sisters, August has had time to get to know the bad biker, and even though she has been on several SLOTE ‘dates’ and he has brought many females home night after night, they can’t seem to leave each other alone... but despite him being there to watch over the twins, an ex-client of Augusts kidnaps her sister Madden after the big 18th birthday bash she has thrown for them, and Cash can’t help but believe that it is all his fault for not doing his job. When August and Cash realize that this ex-client of hers is also responsible for so many other kidnappings in upper NY, they can’t believe it, but then another huge, dark secret follows that could bring August's entire world crashing down and she's left not knowing who she can trust, and who has been lying to her for her entire life. When the secrets begin to unravel, she has no choice but to lean on Cash for support, pray to God that her sister comes home alive, and that the real man that is responsible for the several kidnappings over the years doesn't find out that August has caught onto him, or the consequences could be deadly, for everyone involved...

• Language: English
• Publisher: Amber Rogers
• Release date: Aug 19, 2014
• ISBN: 9781311156952

Amber Rogers

I'm back! Still writing my adult erotica shorts, but now working on my new favorite genre; adult crime mystery! Plenty of eroticism to fill your needs, but with lots of crime and mystery to follow! Look at it as a mix of Investigation Discovery and porn. My novel HomeWreckers will be coming VERY SOON!

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August Moone: Life of an Escort

Small Town Harlot Series

Amber Rogers © SmashWords Edition

Copyright 2014 © Amber Rogers

This ebook contains adult content and is suitable only for adults 18+. The characters in this ebook are depicted as of legal age 18+. Any similarities to people –living or dead- events, locales, or organizations are entirely coincidental.

PROLOGUE

My name is August Moone and I live in Harlot, New York. I work as an escort for The Scarlet Ladies of the Evening, and this is my story. I grew up thinking that everyone around me was perfect. I had a stepfather who adored me and would do anything in the world for me. My real dad took good care of me, when I was a lot younger anyway, but my mother and I moved to New York from Texas when I was ten. Since my real dad lived in Texas, I didn’t see him a whole lot after we moved, but when my mother met Pierce Grant our lives changed. We went from barely middle class, white trash to wealthy upstanding citizens who belonged in high-class society. My mother took to it immediately, taking advantage of every penny my stepfather had, and he let her. He loved and adored her. She was a real mean and nasty bitch to me though, mainly because when she met my real father, who was a president of a MC back in Texas, she was nothing but a biker whore who got knocked up by him when she was seventeen. He loved me so much and treated me like a little princess, and I’m pretty sure he would have treated her the same way if she hadn’t kept on sleeping around with all the brothers in the club.

Anyways, she started to resent me because of that, and then when she married Pierce, she couldn’t stand how he treated me like his own daughter. A good mother would appreciate a man who took in her kid and treated them so well. Not my mother, no way. She constantly accused him of spoiling me too much, which was ridiculous because she had a credit card with a unlimited access and went shopping every single day that she wasn’t being pampered in the home spa that Pierce had installed for her. He actually paid a masseuse to be on call for my mother 24/7 and set him up his own office and room to stay at the mansion. So if anyone was being too spoiled, it was my mother.

Then when I was twelve, my mother got addicted to pain pills, or actually any kind of pill that could make her feel anything other than the hatred in her heart. She still continued to run through daddy Pierce’s money on a daily basis and we were pretty sure she was fucking the masseuse and any other man she could get to. I always thought it was stupid of her because Pierce was a damn good looking man. He had everything she wanted too, but she was the type who was never happy or never had enough.

When I turned thirteen she began accusing daddy Pierce and I of sleeping together which was so ridiculous that we both laughed in her face. That only made her think it true though. It wasn’t. At least then it wasn’t. I didn’t begin sleeping with him until my eighteenth birthday, but I’ll get to that later.

When I was fourteen, daddy Pierce found her dead in bed, apparently from a drug overdose. He was upset, but I shed very few tears. I loved her, but only because she was my mother. She was too big of a bitch for me to miss her. Hell, nobody in the house missed her but Pierce. Even my stepbrother, Alex, was glad to see her gone. But for a completely different reason that nobody knew about until her passing. Alex told me that my mother used to try to sleep with him. He said it never happened, but I don’t believe it. Alex was the type to fuck anybody. I couldn’t blame my mother though, because Alex was gorgeous. Just a younger version of Pierce really.

Anyway, Alex lived with his mother in upstate New York, but came to the mansion on weekends and we grew close, but he moved away when we got a little older, so I barely see him much anymore.

I guess the reason I am telling this story is because like I said I grew up thinking that everyone in my life was perfect. I believed that my life was perfect. Not my mother of course, but she really was the only thing I can remember being bad in my life as a child and teenager. Once I turned eighteen I began sleeping with daddy Pierce, and eventually I guess he began to feel guilty and introduced me to a man who I fell inlove with and married at the age of nineteen.

That’s when the story really begins… bear with me though. My story starts a little in the past, then may jump to the present, and then go back again, but it all has a purpose. I promise, if you just pay attention then you won’t get lost. But you may read a few things that will surprise you, because I lived these things and they still surprise the hell out of me.

No, my life wasn’t perfect like I thought. I was about to find out just how fucked up the ones I loved really were. I was about to find out the truth to all of the lies I lived through. And I was about to find out that some in my life that I came to love, were only there to make sure I didn’t find the truth.

To this day, I’m still not sure who is here for me, and who is here for themselves. I guess I may never know.

I only know one thing for sure… the life of this small town harlot is anything but perfect.

March 2010

As I sit at the large round table at the back of a low lit, expensive Italian restaurant, I can’t help but to stare at the gorgeous man across from me. I’m not paying attention to a word he is saying, and thank God he is speaking to Richard, his best friend and business partner of twenty years.

You would think that I’d be sitting next to my husband, but no, he is that gorgeous man sitting across from me. Richard is to my left, his wife Lily to my right.

Harvey, my husband, though gorgeous, is an intimidating, controlling, mind-fuck of a man. He is mad at me this evening, though I could not tell you why, so he has decided to punish me like a child. The men are socializing; Lily is eating quietly and pretending to pay attention, just as I am. We know better than to interrupt. Speak when spoken to, otherwise…

I don’t mind. Richard is just as attractive as Harvey, but I know better than to let my eyes wander.

Looking at my husband, it’s easy to see why any woman would find him good looking. You would first notice his smile, or at least I did, as well as my ‘woman’ parts. The first time Harvey smiled at me, my panties nearly overflowed. He jokes and calls it his panty dropper smile... with good reason.

His lips are full, and inviting, even when he’s mad. He has these amazing dimples, and perfectly straight, white teeth.

The next thing you would notice is his beautiful blue eyes. No matter his mood, whether he’s smiling, yelling or fucking, his eyes become so incredibly intense. They narrow, and become dark, almost scary, but still so fucking sexy. I’m getting wet right now, just thinking about him on top of me…

His hair is dark brown, and short on the side and back, longer on top and sort of messy in a sexy way. He’s in a two thousand dollar suit right now, and he still pulls off the bed head look.

All of a sudden, I realize Richard is laughing, and Harvey is staring at me, while I’m still staring at him.

I’m sorry, did you say something? I asked, a little embarrassed but still horny.

I was just telling Harvey here that I can’t remember the last time Lily looked at me like that, if ever. Richard said laughing, as Harvey stared at me with a sly grin.

I took this as an opportunity to butter Harvey up, while making him look ‘the man’ in front of his friend.

What can I say? Harvey just does things to me. Things that would blow your mind.. and I’m just imagining what he’s got in store for tonight. I winked at Harvey, and by the look on his face, I knew I’d said the right thing.

Fuck, man. How the hell do you keep up with her? I wish I could say my wife still puts out, but if she does, it sure as fuck isn’t for me, Richard said, snickering. I was completely shocked by his behavior, and surprisingly Harvey was too. But Lily continued to sit there saying nothing.

Damn Richard… Harvey said, but was cut off by his friend.

Guess I need to find me a 21 year old. Seems to work for you, and Lily is about to be 37. He laughed, shaking his head.

I started to feel bad for Lily, but she really looked as though she didn’t care what her husband was saying about her.

It was true. I am only 21, and my husband is 33. He doesn’t look a day over twenty-one himself, so I consider myself to be the luckiest woman in the world… when it comes to my husband’s looks anyway.

Harvey wasn’t just the most amazing man I had ever laid my eyes on. He was wealthy, powerful, and respected by everyone who knew him. But, he was also feared by a lot of people, including me. He had never laid a hand on me, in the wrong way, but there have been many times when I wasn’t so sure about his intentions.

We both enjoyed sex to the point that it was an everyday event, and sometimes we could get out of hand. Mostly, Harvey could get out of hand. Don’t get me wrong, I love rough sex, and I love kink. But sometimes he could go a little overboard. Either way, he was amazing in bed.

Somehow I had slipped into another daydream of us fucking in front of our fireplace at home, when I heard the annoying voice of our waitress.

Your check, sir. Is there anything else I could get for you? The blonde bimbo was standing to Harvey’s left, leaning in towards him. She had her right hand placed on his left shoulder, though Harvey had his eyes on me.

It must have been the look in my eyes, because the two of them had been shamelessly flirting the whole night. She had been talking in seductive tones and acting as though he were the only one at the table. I knew he was doing it to punish me, but I could see that he knew that I had had enough.

Just as she began to lean in towards his ear, he placed his right hand on top of hers and removed it from his shoulder. He turned and looked up at her and with a smile said, Honey, if I have given you the wrong impression, I apologize. But I am a married man, and that woman across from me is my beautiful wife. I would greatly appreciate it if you would keep your hands to yourself, because if you don’t, then I can’t promise you that my wife won’t take care of you. He spoke in a cold, but falsely pleasant tone, and then continued with, That’s all, and here is my check. I have already taken care of it with Antonio. He gave her the check, and then dismissed her by turning his back to her.

Blondie stood there staring at the side of Harvey, her mouth wide open, and her face flushed from embarrassment.

All around the restaurant people were laughing, though some tried to stifle it, and some even applauded my husband. I just sat back with a smirk on my face as she turned to look at me. Then she turned and stomped off.

It’s about time someone put her in her place! She is always in here flirting with married men, and right in front of our faces! An older woman, maybe in her sixties said to Harvey.

He politely smiled and replied, Yes, she has no shame I’m sure, and I was honest when I said that I wouldn’t be able to keep my wife from taking care of her. He laughed, and every one followed.

Once we were ready, the four of us stood and walked through the dining room towards the exit. Harvey had his right arm wrapped around my waist, and we were talking and laughing, not paying any attention to those around us. Once we made it to the exit, Blondie called, That’s them! They refused to pay their check!

The four of us halted, turning to see what was going on, and there she stood with the hostess, and Antonio, the owner of the restaurant.

Antonio had a broad smile on his face and Harvey let go of me to shake his outstretched hand.

Hello, Antonio, dinner was perfect as usual. Harvey said, completely ignoring Blondie.

She stood there with a scowl on her face, as Antonio and Harvey continued their conversation in whispered tones, making it known they wished for it to be private.

Richard, Lily and I stood off to the side, watching her whisper to the hostess, Summer. Blondie was obviously pissed, and I’m sure she was still a little embarrassed, because everybody within hearing range had heard her yell out as we tried to leave.

Summer began to laugh, and pointed to Harvey, saying That’s Harvey Alexander, the co-owner. Maybe if you don’t get fired tonight, you will recognize him next time. Summer laughed, shaking her head as she waved to me and walked off.

Blondie looked like someone had just poured ice down her top, and her face was as red as a tomato. She glanced at me, and I just smiled. She stormed off and headed towards the kitchen.

After saying our goodbye’s to Antonio, we headed outside and waited for the valet to bring our cars.

Once Richard and Lily were gone, Harvey took the keys to his Mercedes SUV from the valet, and we headed home.

As Harvey pulled onto the freeway, I eased the slit in my evening gown up as far as it would go, and spread my thighs. Once he was settled in for our hour long drive home, I reached for his hand and placed it up high on my thigh. Without a word, or even a look my way, he moved his hand up to my bare sex.

No panties, huh? He teased.

No sir, I figured they would just get in the way. I breathed as he ran a fingertip up and down my wet slit.

Already soaking wet. He mumbled as he pulled his hand from me and placed it on his own crotch. He began to undo his belt and then I moved to help him undo his pants and zipper. I knew exactly where this was going. Harvey was horny, and my pleasure would have to wait. I was used to it though. I actually enjoyed giving him as much pleasure as he could handle, because if done right, then he would make up for it in ways I never knew possible.

Once I had his long, hard cock free, I leaned over and ran my tongue over the slit while squeezing the shaft. He groaned and let his seat back a little to get comfortable, giving me more room to work. I sucked the head into my mouth and began to work my hand up and down the shaft, and moving my mouth down as far as it would go. Once his cock hit the back of my throat, I swallowed around the head, causing him to moan loudly and begin to thrust up into my throat with every downward stroke of my mouth.

I picked up the pace, reveling in the taste of precum, as his breathing became faster and his moans becoming constant.

I moved my right hand down and wrapped it around his heavy, tight balls and squeezed. He jerked, and yelled, suddenly filling my mouth with his cum. I continued to suck and stroke him tightly, milking him for every last drop. Once I finished, I licked him clean then sat up. He had pulled the SUV off onto the side of the freeway, and was resting his head against the seat with his eyes closed and a big smile on his face.

That was a lovely dessert. I whispered in his ear, then nibbled and sucked my way down his neck, to his collarbone.

Before I knew what was happening, Harvey jerked me into his lap, ripping the slit of my gown all the way up to my hip. I wasn’t worried, because I knew he would have it replaced.

Knowing that he had the stamina of a teenager, I was suddenly thankful that I had foregone underwear for the evening as I sank down onto his hard cock. I gasped as he hit the opening of my womb, and instantly pulled me up by my voluptuous, plump ass, only to pull me back down onto him. He never once slowed, and eventually began to thrust upward into me, meeting me halfway.

It felt so damn good; I couldn’t help but moan, and scream every time he hit my g-spot head on. I arched my back and placed me hands on his knees, so I could use my thighs as leverage. This way, I could bounce harder and faster, giving him one hell of a show as my breasts bounced in his face.

He then ripped both of the spaghetti straps and pulled the top of my gown down, catching my right nipple between his teeth. One hand was squeezing and twisting my left nipple, while his other hand slid under my gown and began to rub my hard clit in tight circles. It felt so good that I broke rhythm of my hips, causing him to bite down hard on my nipple.

Right then he began to piston upwards into me, while I used my knees to hold my position. His thumb worked at my clit furiously, and after about a dozen thrusts in, I felt the dam break.

I threw my head back in ecstasy, crying out as I felt every nerve in my body catch fire, and the most wonderful vibration come from the center of my body and work its way outward, like setting off fireworks at the 4th of July.

As my walls began to contract around his hammering cock, he groaned and moved his mouth to my other tit, just as my juices gushed out of my sex and all over his groin and thighs.

Fuck! Fuck! Fuck! he screamed as his thrusts became frantic and shallow, finally burying himself deep within my womb and shooting his load.

As I was finally coming back to my senses, I began to bounce on his cock, milking every last drop of his cum into me. Slowly I went from bouncing to grinding my hips as his breathing slowed.

That was… I started..

Fucking amazing! he finished for me.

I laughed as I slid off his lap and into the passenger seat.

I pulled the pack of baby wipes we keep in the car for such occasions, out of the glove box and cleaned Harvey’s cock, before cleaning myself.

As he pulled back onto the freeway and headed home, I couldn’t help but to smile to myself as I eyed him in my peripheral vision. I loved times like these. Times when were happy, and everything is going smoothly. God knows, these times are few and far between.

An hour later, we were in the bedroom of our penthouse on the top of the 44 floor high-rise that my stepfather bought us as a wedding gift. It was a beautiful apartment, and just on the edge of town, so to the west we were surrounded by city lights, and to the east there were nothing but mountains and trees as far as the eye could see.

I loved the city, but I had always wanted a home out in the country. Unfortunately, living in New York, there are not many options that include what I’m looking for.

Harvey reluctantly agreed to have a home built east of the high-rise, so that we could pick the perfect spot, and design the home any way we would like. The only drawback is he refused to move into the home, once it was finished, permanently. It would be used for a weekend getaway, and such. I didn’t care much for that idea, but I knew better than to debate with my husband.

Just