Brothel: The Magnolia Diaries

by Anthology

  He grins up at me from between my thighs as his hands dig into my skin. “Getting a head start on those orgasms.”

  I laugh a split second before his tongue goes to work, shutting me up. Any smart-ass retort I was contemplating is a thousand miles away. All that matters is this man and the magic he’s working with his tongue. He’s like a dream. One big orgasmic inducing dream with a huge cock and magic tongue.

  Chapter Seven

  Collin

  Since the night in my apartment, things haven’t slowed down between Harmony and I. Our little encounter has turned into more of a friends-with-benefits type of relationship. Neither of us has talked about anything more. Fear keeps us from discussing it. We both like control and with her leaving, I’m not sure where things would stand between us if we took things further. Not to mention her current job is a sensitive subject we would also need to broach. Instead, we spend our free time together, fucking and talking. That’ll have to be enough for now.

  As with anything in life, nothing is simple. You can only dance with the devil so long before he demands your soul. Sooner or later, he’ll come to collect. I’m just not prepared for how soon that is.

  A cop in uniform enters, interrupting me mid-lecture. He’s glancing around the room at the students and I don’t like the way his eyes fixate on Harmony. The solemn expression on his face sets me on edge.

  There’s a heavy feeling in my gut. “Can I help you, officer?”

  He clears his throat. “I need to speak with Ms. Fairchild.”

  My heart drops. I fucking knew it. A thousand scenarios run through my mind, but none offer a solution for getting her out of this. Being arrested this close to the last day of class will kill her. I hide behind a mask of professionalism, even though I’m seething inside.

  Harmony follows him out the door, putting on a solid front, but I’m in tune with her enough to read the fear behind her eyes. My fists clench and it takes everything I have to keep from running after her.

  I turn my attention back to the class and attempt to recover until I hear her scream.

  “NO!”

  My feet are moving out the door before my brain can catch up with what I’m doing. I storm out the door and my world shatters. “Harmony?”

  She’s collapsed on the ground, shaking. The officer is doing his best to comfort her, but she’s lost in her pain.

  “I’ve got her.” I walk over and wave him off.

  He hesitates a second before nodding his head. “Yeah. Okay.” His presence is immediately forgotten. The only thing that matters is Harmony.

  “What happened?” I kneel down to check her over. Her skin is pale, but she’s fine everywhere else.

  She answers me, but her voice sounds miles away. “He did it. He killed her.”

  I’m torn between relief and sadness. She isn’t going to jail, but she’s still been taken from me.

  “It’s okay. I’m here.” I cradle her in my arms, wrapping her in my protective shell.

  Her watery eyes are like a knife to my heart. I gently rock her back and forth, comforting her like my mother used to do to me.

  Everyone is staring, but I don’t give a damn. She’s the only thing that matters to me at this moment. We can’t stay out here much longer. It’s getting too dark. I scoop her up in my arms and carry her off to the safety of my apartment. She’s like a zombie the entire ride over, lost in her own head. It scares me. I’ve never seen her look so far away, so broken. A part of me wonders if I’ve lost her for good or if she’ll find her way back to me.

  We’re on my bed, tucked away from the world. She hasn’t spoken a word since we left and it’s killing me. I don’t dare push her. She’ll tell me more when she’s ready. I do the only thing I can to help—I hold her. Her tears stain my shirt, but it’s a small price to pay to have her here with me.

  Hours pass in silence. My nerves teeter on the edge, riding the fine line between sleep and exhaustion. But, I’ll wait for her forever if I have to. Luckily, I don’t have to wait much longer before she speaks.

  “Thank you.” That broken voice is so soft it’s barely audible.

  “I’d do anything for you, beautiful.” My thumb swipes away a tear. “You ready to talk about it.”

  “No.” Her voice cracks, and her face is full of agony. She’s fighting her emotions, afraid she’ll fall. I simply wait, ready to catch her if she does. But my little devil needs saving from no one. She swallows back her hurt and anger, and forges on. “I’m going to anyway.”

  I hold her and let her set the pace of our conversation.

  “My father finally did what he always said he would. He took her from me. The policeman said he beat and then stabbed her to death. After that, he grabbed his gun and killed himself.”

  I ache to speak, but she isn’t done. There’s more.

  “They found her suitcase by the door. She was leaving him. I could have had her back.” She’s slipping away, but I won’t let her disappear again.

  My hand cups the side of her cheek. “Look at me.”

  She startles at my harsh tone, but she needs to hear me. Watery blue eyes peer up through dark lashes, and anger surges through me. It’s a fight to tamp it down, but for her I do.

  “It’s not your fault. There’s not a damn thing you could have done differently.”

  “I know.” She smiles, but it never reaches her eyes. “There’s nothing left for me here now. I need to go.”

  Her words break me. I knew this was coming, but I wasn’t prepared for how much it would affect me. “I know you do.”

  “Come with me.” The hope on her face kills me.

  “I can’t.” My throat constricts.

  Whatever moment we’ve shared is now gone. She jumps up and heads out into the living room. Her expression is blank and I don’t like that she’s hiding from me.

  “Where are you going?”

  “Take me to my car.” Her eyes are cold and empty. She’s shut down on me and there’s no sense in arguing with her.

  “Sure.”

  The drive to the school is worse than the one to my apartment. My mind races for a way to salvage this, but nothing is coming to mind. We’re at an impasse. She’s desperate to run and I would love nothing more than to chase after her, but I need to get my affairs in order first.

  She reaches for the door, but my voice stops her. “My life is here, but I just—I need time.” I want to tell her that I will come for her, that I need time to figure things out, that I can’t just drop everything and leave, but I don’t.

  Her solemn gaze cuts deep. “Goodbye, Professor.” The car door slams, cracking the window along with my pride. I watch her leave me, but this is far from over. We’re not done.

  Chapter Eight

  Harmony

  Things have been rough for me the past couple of weeks. Between graduation details and the handling of my parents’ stuff, I’m exhausted. Stepping foot in their house was eerie after what happened, so I took a few mementos and never went back. I put it up on the market and asked the realtor to handle the rest. He can mail me a check when it’s all done. I don’t really care.

  Burying your parents is inevitable, but not this way. I opt not to have a funeral because the old bastard doesn’t deserve one and mom never liked the attention. Instead, I have them both cremated. My father’s ashes are donated to the church. He was more like a father to them anyway. They plan to have a funeral and asked if I’d like to attend. I laughed in their faces. Never gonna happen.

  I keep my mother’s ashes with me. She’s always wanted to travel, but my father would never let her. At least now, in death, that’s the one thing I can offer her.

  I haven’t spoken to Collin since he dropped me off at my car that night. He’s tried to call me several times, but each time I’ve hit ignore. Eventually, the calls stop altogether. It hurts, but I need to let go. If my mom’s death has taught me anything it’s that life is too short not to live it to the fullest.

  My Cadillac is pac
ked to the brim with all that I have. Mom’s ashes are securely buckled into the passenger seat because I want her as close to me as I can have her. I’m anxious to get on the road, but I linger in hope that Collin might prove me wrong and show up. Of course he doesn’t, but I still hold out hope and have left my information with the girls in case. That stings, but I do what I always do. Suck it up and move on.

  All of my girls have gathered to send me off—even Marcus, who’s standing with his arms around Jane. I’m glad he met her. She’s good for him. I thought Collin was my chance at that happily ever after, but it looks like I was wrong. And that’s okay. I’m a survivor. I don’t need a man to make me happy. I’m enough all by my lonesome.

  Marcus nods his head and bids me farewell before heading back into the house with Jane.

  Trixie stands off to the side, playing with a lighter, quiet with a blank expression on her face, but that’s her own way of saying goodbye.

  Derek’s the first to wish me well. He holds onto me so tight that I can barely breathe. “Take care of yourself.”

  “I will,” I promise him. “We’ll keep in touch.” He nods and steps back, letting the others have their turn.

  Brooke and Amelia attack me next, pulling me into one big group hug.

  “I can’t believe you’re leaving.” Brooke playfully nudges me in the shoulder.

  “This isn’t goodbye. It’s see ya later.” Amelia winks as they step back and let M at me.

  She sweeps me into a tight embrace and I relax into her. M has always been like a big sister to me, so it kills me to leave her behind. “You’re always welcome back home.”

  “Thanks.” A knot forms in my throat as the water works start. I need to hurry this along or I’ll chicken out and stay.

  Calico wraps her arms around me in a bear hug that lifts me off the ground. “I can’t believe you’re leaving.”

  We break apart and I take one last look at my family. At the end of the day, that’s what we are—one wild and sex-crazed family. I’ll miss all of their asses, but they know where to find me.

  I smile at her. “You know where I am if you feel like a visit.”

  “I do and I just might do that.” She winks and holds my car door open for me.

  When I slip inside, I already feel like a new woman—one who’s ready for an adventure.

  The rest of the girls wave me on as Calico slams the door shut on my car and my chapter at Magnolia House along with it.

  I tap the side of Mom’s urn. “Let’s do this.” I pull my sunglasses on and drive off, never looking back. The house is in my rearview and that’s where it will stay. My future lies ahead and I welcome it with open arms. A wicked grin spreads across my face as the wind blows my hair around. I’m Harmony, a whore to the core. Love me or hate, just know I’m here to stay.

  Epilogue

  Collin

  Pahrump, NV

  4 months later…

  Sweat drips down my back as I stand in front of her door. This dry Nevada desert is worse than the Mississippi humidity. At least I didn’t have to work too hard to get the address from Calico. That girl Trixie, on the other hand, scares the shit out of me.

  I shake my head clear and knock. Every second that I wait for her to respond is pure torture.

  “I’m coming!” she yells through the door. Just the sound of her voice has my dick standing at attention. I can’t imagine what it’ll do when we finally see her again.

  The door opens and I have to brace myself against the doorjamb to keep from pouncing. She looks just as mouthwatering as I remember. Her dark hair is down, framing her face and drawing attention to her light blue eyes. She’s dressed in a tight black pencil skirt, a white button down top that is only done up to the bottom of her breasts, and a pair of black fuck me heels.

  I adjust myself to avoid my dick busting through my damn zipper.

  “Can I come in?” My voice comes out raspier than I intend, but seeing her again has my body aching for her.

  She hesitates for a brief second before agreeing. “Yeah, sure.”

  I glance around her office and smile. My little minx did it. Her space is the perfect mix of her.

  She crosses her arms across her chest, eyeing me warily. I also notice that she keeps a bit of distance between us, which kills me. “What are you doing here?”

  “I came here in search of something that I lost.”

  “Did you find it?”

  I eat up the distance between us, aching to touch her. “I did.” My hand cups the side of her face, rubbing gentle circles on her cheek.

  She leans into my touch. “Good.” She tilts up her head and presses her lips to mine.

  My tongue delves inside, eager to taste what I’ve been missing these past few months. Our hands tear at each other’s clothes, but before I can undress her, I pull back.

  “That’s not the only thing I came here for. I’m also unemployed.”

  Her laugh is like a lightning bolt of energy to my dick. I need to be buried inside of her now. “That, I might be able to help you with.” Her hand reaches out, fingers intertwining with mine. “Let’s go, Professor. Our clients are waiting.” She winks and strolls down the hall like the goddess she is.

  “Yes, ma’am.” I grin and follow. I’ve missed this playful side of her.

  She stops in front of a door and winks at me before she opens it. “This is Professor Price. He’ll be joining us.” There’s a red headed woman standing near the foot of the bed. A man with light brown hair is wearing a collar and sitting on the ground in front of her.

  “I thought I told you to stay on the bed, Rhett.” Harmony cracks a whip against his ass. He grunts. I grin. Oh, how I love my little devil.

  The Ice Queen

  Written by Dee Ellis

  Copyright © 2017 Dee Ellis

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  No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form or by any means without the prior written permission of the copyright owner.

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

  Chapter One

  Brooke

  I didn’t always want to do this. I mean, who does? I’m good at it though. Not the way you may be thinking, though. Although, I’m good at that shit too. People don’t believe when I tell them that I enjoy it. Apparently, men have cornered the market on wanting to get off.

  That’s complete bullshit and though my career choice might say otherwise, I’m a total feminist. I believe I should get sex when I want, how I want it. With whomever I want it. If I pick up losers in bars or sleep with my hot co-workers, I’m a slut. I mean, they do it and they're studs. Fucking double standards.

  I’m the one getting over on them. I’m not a fucking victim. I don’t have daddy issues. No mommy issues either, actually. I was brought up with money; I have a fat bank account waiting to mature when I’m twenty-five. I had loving parents who gave me plenty, but not so much I grew detached. Truth is I’ve had a good life. Better than most, actually.

  I just like to fuck.

  I like the weight of a man’s body on mine. The feel of fingertips on my skin. The sounds of moans against my skin. Subtle pain of my hair being tugged, my ass being slapped. I love it all. Society is not okay with my loving it. That shit is not okay with me.

  Five years ago, life was great. Picture fucking perfect. I had a great place, awesome friends, a sweet guy I was seeing. Outside looking in, I had it all.

  I was bored out of my fucking mind.

  "Brooke, come somewhere with me tonight." Dash; he was handsome, fun and sexy as shit. I had one foot out the door.

  "Mmm, where pretty boy?" Damn he was pretty. It's what kept me coming back. That and his tongue skills.

  "Let me surprise you, sexy face." Good with the smooth
talk, that one was.

  "Yeah, why not?" What a naive little bunny I had been.

  Before the night was over, my entire life changed. Pretty boy Dash, with his sexy muscles, big dick and filthy mouth was a lot wilder than I knew. We did some shit in our brief time; at our gym, his jeep, in the restrooms at bars. Nothing like that night.

  Because that night, Dash took me to Magnolia House. I thought he was being romantic. I was ready to bolt when we pulled up to the place. I don't do romantic. I was way off base.

  Completely. Totally. Off. Fucking. Base.

  The sprawling and stately Magnolia House was in the throes of a party. A decadent affair with a spread of food, important faces mingling and lots of hot women. In fact, the hot woman ratio piqued my interest. Way too many for it to be natural. One woman seemed in charge so I cornered her the first chance I had.

  By the end of the night, I completely forgot about pretty Dash. I doubted he cared; I saw him climbing the stairs with a hot redhead. Lots of tattoos. Sexy as shit. Madam saw it too; I never left her side as I begged for details.

  Magnolia House was a beautiful antebellum nestled back in the recesses of Mississippi. I learned that sexy decadent party was just one of many. Amongst the regular Joe's and congressman eating and laughing, you realized its truth; it was a decades old brothel.

  I never left that night; I was in lust with the entire place. Before the weekend was over I had a room, a new career as a very high priced call girl and my cake so I could eat it too.

  Much like the Magnolia House, I wore two very different faces. By day I play the role of the ice princess climbing her way up the corporate ladder. Stepping on whosoever neck I need to. By night, I am whatever my client wants me to be.

  Soft and supple in their hands. Calling their names out while they give me pleasure then pay me for it. I don't get too much into kink; I leave that up to Harlow our resident Dom. Or Trixie our resident crazy. I let them spank me, let them make me kneel before they shove their thick cocks down my throat.