Yes, 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? You’re a pretty girl, but maybe a bit to pretty to be a whore.” 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 nude 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 loose morals, yes it does happen.

“Yes Sir, she is very good.” Beatrice nodded as she rubbed my chest and 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 really 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.

“I like it when you blush.” I grinned. “I wanted to know if you can tell me about these two girls. I used to know them when I was younger but lost touch during the war.” I reached over and pulled the picture out of my vest pocket, sitting beside the tub along with the rest of my stuff, and showed it to Beatrice.

“The Bryn sisters, I don’t know much about them, I know Caroline takes pictures of them, or she used to. The younger one comes in here for drinks from time to time.” Beatrice frowned. She didn’t realize how much help she had been. I now knew the sisters where nearby, I was closer than I had ever been to finding that damn ledger. I put the picture back in pocket and pulled out a couple of silver dollars. I grinned handing her the silver dollars. It was as good as a lead as I had to finding them.

“Sir I can’t take this.” She said looking at the money and put out her hand for me to take them back, I of course could buy another whore for two dollars. I shook my head and closed her hand over the money.

“One is for you pointing me in the right direction; the other is for you being so damn beautiful.” I smiled kissing her hand.

“You can find Caroline in the shop at the end of the street, right when you ride into town. Tell her butterscotch sent you. ” She said putting the money away and went back to rubbing my chest.

“Butterscotch?” I grinned.

“It’s the nickname she had for me because of my skin tone?” Beatrice shrugged.

“And do you taste like butterscotch?” I grinned, more than willing to find out. Show her what I had learned from those French girls on the way here.

“Sir you are making me blush again.” Bridgett smiled as she rubbed the top of my stomach near the water line. I could see her glancing down at my cock.