Betsy

Betsy was in her Brothel. It was a busty day today. A lot of men had just found gold and was going into the Brothel to have a good time. She had to make sure the ladies were working and the men weren’t getting out of line. There was a secret tunnel between rooms where she could peak through in little holes.

Also from her office she could look down on the bar. Right now a girl was dancing on stage as drunken men cheered. Some of her best regulars were here and some of her worst trouble makers as well. Some the regular she would even do one on one. She was in a tight corset showing her huge cleavage. It was cut short to show her legs that she loved to show off.

Buddy her helper was in the women room helping them with there dresses. They felt comfortless walking around naked with them because (like Betsy they saw him as the same kid who was brought to the place when he was young. Even the young new girls, his age felt that way. Little did Betsy know he was madly in love with her? Buddy did little jobs around the place. He got the girls dresses and food, made the clothes, passed out the drinks for the girls, Did odd jobs, did errands, and when the girls had to get wet for a Job he would go down on them. The girls also loved to tease him. They still were protective and wouldn’t put up with any racist nonsense from guys who visit. Only they could mess with him.

“Buddy hand me my hat” Betsy said

“Yes Betsy…your….looking great today” She said

“Why thank you Buddy” She said and patted him on the head “Busy day today. Watch out there may be some bad men down stairs.

He wanted to say something, make his move.

“Anything wrong” Betsy asked

“No”

She got ready to go out and looked back at him for a second.