Ask Beatrice To Stay.

“You know I could use someone to wash my back, unless the Mistress will miss you up front.” I grinned. I didn’t want to get her in trouble but I didn’t want her to go neither.

“I suppose I can stay for a bit, she want mind if I am helping a guest.” Beatrice smiled as she came over and grabbed a cloth from a nearby cabinet. I wondered if this was the room where the whores bathed as well and did Beatrice help them as well. She came back over and sat behind me on her knees reaching around sticking the rag in the water.

“So how does a pretty girl like you end up in a town like this?” I smiled back at her.

“I grew up here sir; I used to work for the Hilton’s.” She said as she began to rub my back. There was that name again, the Hilton’s.

“Oh, what happened?” I said leaning my neck forward. Her touch was soft yet firm as she scrubbed me lightly.

“When Mister Hilton died in the war his wife no longer had a need for me.” She said, I could hear a little sadness in her voice.

“So how did you end up here sweetheart?” I smiled back at her. I could see her blush a little again. She wasn’t used to being complimented or flirted with which I liked. She was certainly no whore otherwise she would be a very cheap one.

“Mister Hilton and the mistress where always close, he helped her buy the brothel years ago after the last owner decided to sell it when the mines closed.” That explained a little bit of the power in the town. It meant that the mistress used to fuck old man Hilton, Ms. Hilton and Mistress Katerina where probably enemies and probably the most powerful women in town. Beatrice moved around beside me.

“You miss them, the Hilton’s.” I smiled.

“I miss Caroline, me and her where very close. I still see her when she brings in pictures for the girls to give to their favorite costumers.” She said as she began to rub my chest, I saw her eyes glance down to my crotch and my dick under the water.

“She is the photographer.” I said, I was still trying to wrap my head around a woman taking pictures of other women. I knew I really wanted to meet her and maybe buy a few pictures for those long nights out in the wilderness when I couldn’t find brothel or an Indian maiden with lose morals, yes it does happen.

“Yes Sir, she is very good.” Beatrice nodded as she rubbed my chest as she leaned over I felt her soft tits rub my arm. “She has even done a few of me.” Beatrice blushed as she looked at me in the eyes.

“I would like to see them sometime.” I grinned.

“They are very private pictures sir.” She blushed looking away.

“Now I want to see them even more.” I teased. She moved her hand down to the top of my belly just above the water line softly caressing it.

“Sir you make me blush.” She said as she bit her lip. It was her way of flirting. She probably hadn’t had much if any practice at it. I didn’t see any black men in town and because of the war not to many white men would want to.