Chapter One: The Road To Every Whorehouse Is Paved With Good Intentions

 

“Can you believe this?  What a whore.”  Lanie’s mother commented as she dropped a copy of the local paper on the table, a half smoked cigarette hanging from between her lips. 

Lanie barely glanced up as she raced through her English homework.  Last night she’d worked late again at the coffee shop where she waitressed.  Her long hours were making homework increasingly difficult, but without her paycheck she would never be able to afford college. 

“Sure mom,” she said as she tossed the paper into her opened backpack, along with way too many books for her slim frame to realistically carry.  “As soon as I finish this essay I’ll be sure to read it.”

Her mother smiled as she stubbed out her cigarette in the nearly overflowing ashtray on the kitchen counter.  “Okay sweetheart, you finish that homework of yours and be good, you hear.”  As she spoke she twirled her limp brown hair into a bun at the base of her neck and leaned down to give her daughter a kiss on the top of her head.  Lord knew she hadn’t done many good things in her life, but somehow she’d been blessed with a wonderful daughter.

Lanie finished writing, stuffed her notebook into her bag and heaved it onto her shoulders.  “I will,” she acknowledged before racing out the door.  If she missed her bus, she’d never make it to homeroom in time.  

It wasn’t until later, as she was putting her books in her locker that she was reminded of the paper she had thoughtlessly tossed in with them.

“Lanie, are you forgetting a little background reading for your summer break?” 

“What?” Lanie turned around, having no idea what Kaitlyn, the high school’s most popular and privileged senior was talking about. 

“Like your even a virgin anyway,” she said and stalked off, leaving a very confused Lanie reaching for the newspaper that had fallen on the ground beside her locker.

There it was, just below the fold: Las Vegas teens auctions her virginity to the highest bidder.  Lanie’s jaw dropped.  Could this even be legal?  After quickly scanning the article Lanie had her answer.  According to an expert in First Amendment law it absolutely was legal, at least in the state of Nevada. 

As the teacher began role call, Lanie’s was still thinking about the article.  Her entire life she’d fantasized about the magical night she would lose her virginity.  Though the man she would ultimately share that experience with was still only a shadowy figure in her imagination, she couldn’t imagine leaving it up to an auctioneer.  Kaitlyn was wrong, Lanie’s mom had gotten pregnant with her at only fifteen and Lanie had no intention of having sex until she was at least through with high school, and preferably college.  If she could ever get enough money to pay for it, that is.

 

Oh my God.  Oh my God.  It’s thick.  It’s THICK!!!  Lanie was shaking as she opened the envelope she’d been dreaming about for years. 

Congratulations Ms. White, you’ve been accepted to Stanford University.

Lanie smiled as she read through the accompanying pages about deadlines, orientations and various academic requirements.   Until she got to the final page.

She didn’t qualify for financial aid.  Apparently her father, whom she hadn’t seen in years and was barely more than a name on her birth certificate, made too much money for Stanford to offer her an aid package.  He had been even poorer than her mother for ages but last year he been in an accident and was awarded a hefty settlement.  Not enough that he’d give her any of it for college, of course.  Just enough so that the college of her dreams wouldn’t give her any money either.

Doing the math in her head she quickly realized that four years at Stanford would cost about two hundred and fifty thousand dollars.  It was more money than her mother had made in her entire life.  This morning the six thousand dollars Lanie had saved by waitressing for the past two years had seemed like a fortune, now it seemed pathetic.  Taking her backpack and envelope into her room she crawled into bed and cried.

The next day, her puffy eyes hidden behind shades, she took a bus downtown and ducked into the nearest computer bar.  Visiting the site of the brothel mentioned in the paper she read up on the details of the “auction”.   Then she sent the owner, or should she say pimp, an email.

 

One month later Lanie walked into the Lovin’ Rabbit Ranch for the first time.  The deposit to reserve her place at Stanford was due in one week.  Sitting in an escrow account was one hundred thousand dollars.  If all went well, in twenty-four hours, that money would be hers.

A stunning blonde wearing next to nothing escorted Lanie into an elegant, wood-paneled office.  “Welcome to The Ranch, sweetheart,” she said.  “Wowee, I can’t believe you’re a virgin.  Gosh I lost mine back when I was barely thirteen.  Not that it was all that voluntary I admit.  I was livin’ with my mother’s brother and his family on account of my mother being a drunk and all.  And his wife just about had the skankiest cousin I ever did meet.  I didn’t exactly have a room of my own and I guess I was just easy pickins for the likes a him.”  She motioned Lanie to a stiff looking couch.  “Well now, why don’t you just have a seat and I’ll see if I can hustle up the boss.  My name’s Veronica by the way.  Don’t know how long you’ll be staying but I’m sure we’ll be seeing plenty of each other if you do.”

Lanie could only nod.  Not only was Veronica one of the most beautiful women she had ever seen, with a body that was entirely covered but yet completely revealed through the transparent red lace gown she wore like a second skin, but she had shared more with her in the first five minutes of their meeting than anyone Lanie had ever known.  

Moments later Bud Hollis strode purposefully into the room and closed the door.  He was a large heavyset man in his fifties with a salesman’s easy smile and a con’s shady eyes.  “Hello there, Lanie.  Nice to finally put a name to the face.”  Strictly speaking this wasn’t true, Bud Hollis would never waste his time meeting with a girl he hadn’t at least seen through a photograph.

Lanie rose to shake his hand.  “Hello Mr. Hollis.  Nice to meet you too.”  Though his right hand was holding hers, his left immediately went to her chin, tilting her face this way and that as he appraised her from every angle.

“I think I might have to take my earlier statement back, Lanie.  Nice is definitely an understatement.  You are a very beautiful girl and I think you are doing a very wise thing.”  He let go of her face and took a seat on the wing chair facing the couch.  “Most girls waste their virginity on the first gangly, pimply faced teenager that tells them their pretty.  You’re doing this because you want to go to school, is that correct?” 

Lanie had resumed her seat when Bud sat.  Again she nodded.

“Well I hope you’ll consider a business degree because your head is just as smart as it is pretty.”

Lanie blushed.  “Thank you, sir.”  She felt an enormous weight lift off her shoulders.  Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.

“Now darlin’ I’m going to need you to do something for me.”  Bud stood and walked towards his desk before turning back towards her and leaning against it slightly.

“Sure, Mr. Hollis.”

Bud crossed his arms and licked his lips.  Man, he loved his job.  “I’m going to need you to get undressed now.”

Lanie froze.  Things were going so well she’d almost forgotten the real reason she was in this man’s office to begin with.  “Now?”

“Now.”

Lanie stood once again.  Slowly she unbuttoned her cardigan sweater.  Then came the matching tank.  Biting her lip she slowly unzipped her skirt, the sound like a little explosion in the now quiet room.  Clad in a soft pink bra and panty set she finally looked up.  “More?”

Bud nodded.  Everything about her was perfect from her tiny, tight body to the shyness with which she undressed.  “Afraid so.”

Lanie reached behind her back to unclasp her bra.  Bud couldn’t hide his quick gasp of breath at the sight of her beautiful breasts.  They were creamy white, with large dusky rose nipples.  Almost too big for her body, they nonetheless pointed upwards begging to be kissed.  She shimmied out of her matching rose lace panties.  Her bush was a deeper auburn than the hair on her head, a soft perfect triangle.

Bud stared for a full minute without saying a word.  Lanie could feel herself growing redder by the second.  She wanted nothing more than to grab her clothes and hide.  But hiding wasn’t an option anymore.

Bud walked slowly towards her.  “I need to touch you now.  You will of course be examined by a doctor shortly, but my reputation is on the line and no business gets done at The Ranch without my knowing everything about it.  Do you understand?”

Lanie cleared her suddenly dry throat slightly.  “Yes, sir.  I understand.”

Bud took his hands and ran them down the column of her throat, watching as goosebumps popped up on her arms and her nipples tightened.  Gently he squeezed them, seeing the vein in her neck begin to pulse more rapidly.  Then he pinched them, hard.  Lanie gasped, but her head went back a little further, her body swaying closer towards him.  Interesting, Bud thought, she moves closer with a little pain, not further. 

“Now I’m going to sit down and you’re going to go over my knee.  Many of our customers like to spank their girls and even if you might only be here for one night I must test your reaction.”

Lanie slowly lowered herself to her knees and bent over Bud’s legs.  She had never been spanked in her life.

The first slap, even though it was expected, was still shocking.  The feel of his palm on her skin, the sting of it, the way her breasts were pushed against Bud’s legs, the exposure he had to her naked body- it was all so overwhelming.  “Ow,” she whimpered, squeezing her eyes tight as her small hands clenched at Bud’s well-muscled thigh. 

For a moment Bud admired the red handprint he left on her skin, the way her silken hair had fallen across her back, pooling in his crotch.  Then he began to spank her again.  Slap, slap slap.  Fifteen in all. 

Lanie was breathing heavy by the time he stopped.  Her perfect tush looked like it had gotten a bad sunburn, and stung just as badly.  “Are you through?” she asked tentatively.  It had definitely hurt, but she’d been surprised to feel slightly aroused by his bare hand striking her flesh. 

“Not quite, I need you to spread your legs a bit.  Like I said, you will be examined by a doctor momentarily but I want to make sure I’m not wasting my time here.”  Bud reached reluctantly into his pocket for a latex glove.  “Sorry for the plastic but until all of your bloodwork comes in I prefer to take appropriate precautions.”  In truth he was dying to feel her inner warmth but he’d been in this industry for too long to be stupid.

He didn’t put any lubricant on his fingers, preferring to feel how wet she’d gotten naturally.  “Take a deep breath now, just a finger.”  With her abdomen spread out over his thighs he could feel her tense.  Perfect.

Lanie screwed her eyes tight and did as she was told.  She felt his fingers open her and then one enter slowly, gently gaining entrance.

“You are very tight.  That is good.”  Bud moved further with his finger and bumped into her hymen.  Very carefully he moved his finger around.  It was farther into her channel than he would have expected and thin.

Lanie made a slight moaning noise and pressed her face into his thigh, trying in vain to block out what was happening.  It wasn’t painful so much as mortifying.  When he finally removed his finger she sighed with relief.

Bud chuckled softly.  Not quite yet, my dear.  There is one other hole I’d like to assess. 

Lanie’s breath seemed to catch in her breath.  One other hole?  He couldn’t mean…” Just then she felt his finger bump against her anus.  Unconsciously she tightened.  No, no, no.  Things were supposed to go out not in.

“Relax,” Bud said easily.  Knowing without even having to ask that she was a virgin there too.  Damn but she was just too good to be true.

Lanie squealed as his digit finally gained entrance, feeling a burning as he worked his way in.  Bud would have done anything right then to rip his pants off and plunge into her body until she screamed for mercy but he was a businessman first and foremost- and as he explored her back channel his hard-on was as much for the finger he buried in her ass as it was for the dollar signs floating in his head.

 

 

Chapter Two: The Good Doctor

 

The room was cool and Lanie felt every inch of the white leather examining table against her naked back.  Apparently The Ranch had a medical examination room.  Bud explained it was used both for the girl’s weekly exams as well as for customers interested in medical fetish.  Lanie had never heard of such a thing and felt her entire body turn beet red at the thought.

Bud hadn’t given her any kind of gown for modesty, just indicated that she should take her clothes off again (after only just putting them back on to walk from his office to this room).  “Ok Lanie, I’d like you to put your legs in the stirrups and scoot down a bit towards me.”  Dr. Richards, as he had introduced himself a few minutes ago, was seated on a small, wheeled stool that put his head at eye level with her exposed privates. 

Lanie did as she was told and heard the stretch of plastic as he pulled on latex gloves.  “The results of you’re blood work are back, by the way.  You are one extremely healthy young woman.”  Lanie nodded her acknowledgement and a moment later she felt his fingers enter her.  Bud Hollis was standing just behind the doctor observing the process as a nurse would have if she were in a gynecologist’s office.  Lanie closed her eyes when she saw Bud lick his lips.  Because of her youth she hadn’t had much experience with older men, but she wasn’t so naïve that she didn’t recognize lust when it stared her in the face.