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Tales of the Untamed ( Darkkitten9389 & CrimsonMaster )

Martha knew very well, this wasn't and would never be anything like New York. El Paso was dirty, smelly and full of people who looked like trash. Martha had spotted several cowboy types while walking from the train station to the hotel. They were rough looking men, and Martha didn't want Belle anywhere around such men. El Paso also had no taxi to carry people from the train station to the hotels in town. This made El Paso unlike New York City. Martha wasn't staying long. She planned on returning home soon, and she planned on bring Belle with her. She was sure her surprise would make Belle see returning to New York was in her best interest. It was a surprise Martha felt, her niece couldn't resist. Martha looked at her husband, giving him a nod of her head. Uncle Philip then moved towards a door which opened into another room. Philip popped his head inside, and stated that "she" was here.

Uncle Philip then stepped away from the door, but left it open. A male figure soon appeared in the doorway. It was a figure Belle knew very well. The figure was of the man she'd been engaged too before coming out west. His name was William Prescott. He came from a very rich family in New York. He'd been Belle's beau and they talked marriage before the tragedy struck her family. Not knowing what the future held for her. Belle broke off their engagement and told William not to wait for her, but it appeared that he did. William entered the room, looking as he did when Belle left him. " You look just as beautiful as the last time I saw you my darling Belle. " William spoke as he moved acrossed the room, wrapping his arms around Belle, pulling her close to his body. Something in how he held her, told Belle this is why Martha & Philip were here. William then kissed Belle on her lips, just like he used to back in New York.
 
Belle stood there in the middle of the room, looking back and forth between her two family members as Martha looked at Philip and nodded to him. As the man walked over to the door and popped his head inside, Belle heard him speak to someone about her being there and she frowned slightly, turning slightly to watch Uncle Philip move away from the door while leaving it open. A moment later, a male figure stepped into the door way and she froze, her eyes widening as she gasped softly, shock showing on her face when she saw her former fiancé standing there in the doorway. "William." she breathed as he stepped into the room. She and William had met at one of the many parties that her aunt attended. She had become rather fond of the young man and he had become rather fond of her as well. She was a well spoken young woman with some education and she had the makings of a fine wife that William had liked. She was beautiful and she had the figure of a woman who would produce plenty of beautiful children.

As William approached her, Belle stood dumbfounded, staring at him as he told her that she looked just as beautiful as the last time he had seen her. The last time they had seen each other was over a year ago when she had broken their engagement to each other shortly before her return to the west to deal with the murders of her family. "What?... Why are you here?" she managed to stammer before he wrapped her in his arms and pulled her close to him, their bodies pressing close together before he leaned in and kissed her. The moment he had held her close, set off several bells in her head, telling her that this was exactly why her aunt and uncle were there. The kiss that he gave her lasted only a short while before she gently but firmly placed her hands upon Williams chest and pushed him back. "What is going on here?" she asked while looking up at him and then looking over at Martha.

She had known how much Martha had wanted her to marry William. After all, William was one hell of a catch and any woman would be honored to marry him. He had wealth, power and he was a handsome man. And it was something that Belle had wanted once upon a time, but she no longer felt for William what she once had. Instead, she'd found that she had come to love Josiah. Sure, it was a relationship that she knew she probably couldn't pursue seriously, but they were lovers and they spent plenty of time together.
 
There was nothing keeping Belle from pursuing a relationship with Josiah. If she wanted one, she could have one. Josiah knew what she did for a living. Hell, he even helped her buy her brothel. This made Josiah part owner of her business. Josiah was a silent owner and let Belle handle any and all business related details. Josiah's only experience with brothels, was visiting them when he was a younger man. These days, the former bank robber, worked as the preacher of El Paso. His job wouldn't keep him from having a relationship, if he wanted one. Most preachers were married and raised a family. If there was a problem, Josiah could just step down as the town's preacher. He was grooming Micheal to take his place one day. Josiah didn't plan on preaching for the rest of his days. He did look forward to something more. What that was, Josiah didn't know at the moment. But he already expected Belle for what she was. So there was nothing hold either of them back.

William smiled when Belle asked her question. He thought it would be obvious. What other reason would they all have for traveling out west? They were here to bring Belle back home, where she belonged. " Martha said your sister was free and doing fine......Since you took care of everything.....We've come to take you back to New York.......We can get married once we get back home. " William spoke while Martha & Philip looked on. They were sure Belle wouldn't refuse William now. Belle herself said Imala was fine, and doing good. Imala was better suited for living in the west anyway. " We can start our family right away. " William added, he wore a confident look on his face. Some would even say it was a smug, superior look on his face. But William was a Prescott, and they all wore such expressions.
 
After asking her questions, Belle watched as her former beau smiled at her and he soon replied, talking about how her aunt had told him that her sister was free and doing fine. And since she'd taken care of everything, they had come to take her back to New York where they could get married once they got back home. As he told her this, a look of disbelief formed on her face and she pulled further away from William, turning her body slightly and extracting herself from his grasp. If it was anybody else, Belle would of been truly surprised, but with her Aunt Martha behind all of this, she wasn't all that surprised. Her Aunt, though claiming to do things in others best interest, often manipulated things and people to get the result that she wanted. However, with Belle, she would find that Belle wasn't easily led around.

A short laugh left Belles lips after William spoke of them starting a family right away and she placed a hand upon her forehead while turning away from him. It was the same action that Mr. Jennings and her own sister had done not long ago. Belle shook her head as she took several steps away from William, not saying anything for a long moment. Finally, after a bit she turned to look at the other three people in the room. "I can't just leave El Paso! In fact, I don't want to leave. I now have responsibilities out here. I currently run a business along side Imala and a silent partner who aided me in finding her when I needed help the most." she told them. "I'm sorry William, but I'm happy out here in the west. It may not be as nice as New York or other places in the East, but there are good people out here."
 
William was stunned when Belle pulled herself away from him. She'd never done anything like that before. Belle never tried to pull away from him. She never showed him such disrespect, as she was right now. William's smile disappeared. He looked over at Martha as Belle moved further away. Her laugh then caught everyone by surprise. This was a side of Belle, none of the family had seen before. It was almost like she was a different person, and not the same Belle who once lived back east. They all stood and listened as Belle started to speak. She told them that leaving El Paso was impossible for her. She spoke of having a business with Imala and a silent partner. Belle didn't speak of what type of business she was running, and no one asked any questions about it. They were all surprised by how Belle was acting. So very different from how she was, when she lived in New York.

William had never been rejected before, and he didn't much enjoy the taste of it. It was very bitter and didn't set well with him. " Your only responsibility is to become my wife.......As it was planned......Nothing else is any concern for you. " William spoke with a demanding tone in his voice. Like he expected Belle to submit, as if she were to become his slave. William was glaring at Belle as he spoke. " You'll pack your bags and be ready to leave in the morning........It was agreed you'd become my wife......And I'll not stand for anymore backtalk. " William added, showing Belle a side of him, she never noticed before. He never acted this way before. Never showed any signs of being so domineering. But, Belle never showed any signs of being so independent. So many women during this period in time, just knuckled under and did as they were told. Doing what others expected of them. Belle was a women ahead of her time. She wasn't weak willed, and she would submit to just anyone.
 
In the past, before she had left New York, Belle had wanted to be Williams wife. She had wanted a life different from the one that her mother and father lived where they didn't always know if that years harvest would be a successful one. A life where she wouldn't know if there would always be food to feed those that she cared for. A marriage with William would of let her live a life of ease. However, she was no longer that woman. She now had a successful business where money came in regularly every night and it kept not just her, but all of her girls fed and clothed. Now her aunt, uncle and William were here, demanding that she return out East to fulfill a marriage that she had broken over a year ago. She was no longer the lady that her Aunt Martha had molded her into. More of her fathers blood was showing in her.

Williams reaction to her rejection was a little shocking, but angering at the same time. That he was ordering her to not only become his wife, but to do as he said lit a spark of anger deep in the passionate woman. Belle met Williams glare with her own, squaring her shoulders while setting her jaw. A heavy silence hung in the room and it was obvious that Belle was angered by Williams words as she stood there. After a moment she brushed past not just him but her aunt and uncle as well, moving over to the door and she opened it before looking back at them. "Like hell I will." she bit out before storming out of the room, slamming the door behind her. Her footsteps were quick as she rushed away from Martha and Philips suite, taking the stairs. Belle was beyond furious at her family members and even more so at William for daring to talk to her in the way he had. If they thought that she would just roll over and do as told, they had another thing coming.
 
Belle's actions had taken her family by surprise. Martha & Philip had never seen her acting so bold. It was a side of Belle, neither had witnessed before now. Most women during this time, did what was expected of them. Families would often arrange a marriage. The girl was expected to follow through and become the wife, even if she didn't love the man. Women at this time held very little power. Only certain women who were lucky enough to marry a weak willed man, could gain power. William was no weak willed man. Belle had never seen his true face. Had she married him back in New York. Belle would have found out what he really was. William was overbearing. He could be very cruel and even violent at times. William was showing great restraint as Belle back talked him. He wanted to teacher her a lesson, but William didn't want to show her family his true nature.

However, Belle bolted from the room. She made it clear, she had no plans of leaving with them. This was something William couldn't accept. Belle was promised to him. She was to become his wife, and he would have her. " BELLE!! " William yelled out. He then took off after her. Hot on her heels as she went down the stairs. William caught her at the front desk. He reached out and grabbed her arm, spinning her around. " The arrangement between our families has been made!......You belong to me! " William's eyes and face showed the anger which he felt. " This is your sister's doing!.......Your filthy sister turned you against me!........She twisted your mind!.......You should have let her rot in whatever shit hole she was in! " William was becoming very violent while he held Belle. He was shaking her while speaking. Mr. Jennings moved around the desk to help Belle. He grabbed William by the arm. The two men started to struggle, but William was clearly stronger then Mr. Jennings. William released his grip on Belle, turning his attention to Wilbur. He then struck Wilbur in the gut, doubling the man over and dropping him to his knees. William looked like a man who'd gone insane. He had a wild look in his eyes and hatred written on his face.
 
As Belle took the stairs, she heard William yell after her and she moved faster, lifting the skirts of her dress as she moved. She cursed under her breath from how much the dress slowed her down. She could hear him running after her, catching up as he wasn't slowed down by anything. Just as she reached the front desk, William caught up and grabbed her arm, spinning the woman around and making her cry out in shock at the rough treatment as he began yelling at her. Her eyes were wide as he told her that an arrangement between the families had been made and she belonged to her. The anger that William had was clear, both in his voice and in his face. When he began claiming this was Imala's doing and he began insulting Belles sister, Belle began struggling against him, becoming angry with him.

However, William was physically stronger then she was so he was able to keep a strong grip on her arm. When he began shaking her while speaking, she cried out again while trying to pull away from him again. Mr. Jennings then stepped in and try and help her, the kind hotel owner grabbing William and then the two men began struggling. While fighting with Mr. Jennings, William released her and turned to him, hitting Wilbur in the gut and causing the other man to drop to his knees. Belle looked at William with wide eyes, one of her hands holding her arm where he had been holding onto her so roughly. She had become a little pale, but the anger that she had gave her cheeks a splash of pink. Moving forward, Belle shoved William back from Mr. Jennings before she crouched down and placed a hand upon the mans shoulder, checking to see if he was okay before she glared up at William.

Standing up, she placed herself between the two men, standing proudly and defiantly before William. "My sister, had nothing to do with this, William Prescott." she said, her voice hard and angry. "My choice not to marry you was made before I left New York! And after the way you've acted, if you think I'll ever willingly marry you, you're crazy! And so are my aunt and uncle!" Belle wondered for a moment exactly what it was she ever saw in William in the past and she was thankful that she had ended the engagement. If she had married him, she would of been stuck with a mean, angry and cruel man. A small smirk then formed on her face. "And who would of thought, the heir of the Prescott fortune would want to marry a whore." she said, her words slow and she let them sink in for a moment. She knew how much appearance meant to people like the Prescotts and her aunt and uncle. To have a whore in the family would be beyond scandalous.
 
William couldn't believe how defiant Belle had become. She moved in between him and Mr. Jennings. Belle spoke of deciding not to marry him before she left New York. She said her sister had nothing to do with it. William expected she would stick up for her younger sister. Just because Belle had called off the wedding before she left. Didn't mean the marriage was over. The arrangement was still in place. Nothing had changed between Belle's aunt & uncle and the Prescott Family. Both families expected Belle to follow the agreement, and marry William whenever her task out west was done. The Prescott Family had been pressing Belle's aunt & uncle for action. They wanted Belle to do as expected of her. However, they didn't know of Belle's current career. Belle then dropped a hint of what she'd been doing. This made William shake his head. " What the hell are you talking about!?......You could never sell yourself. " William asked Belle. She was a woman of high society. She could never be a whore.

Aunt Martha & Uncle Philip had followed just behind William after he dashed out of their room. Chasing Belle down, once she reached the first floor. Martha & Philip didn't come all the way downstairs. The stopped on the landing of the second floor. They were looking down at the scene playing out between Belle & William. Martha was puzzled by Belle's words. She didn't understand why Belle would have said what she did. Martha had taught Belle about being a proper women. She molded Belle into a woman of high standing. Such a woman would never become a whore. Belle had such a bright future ahead of her. It didn't seem possible, she would toss that all away to sell her body for money. Not the Belle who was set to become Mrs. Prescott. Martha & Philip remained silent, looking down and waiting for Belle to explain herself.
 
After Belle dropped the hint of what she had been doing while out west, she saw William shake his head in denial while asking her what the hell she was talking about, claiming that she could never sell herself. His claim made her laugh and she shook her head. "You truly know nothing about me, William." she told him. "My aunt may have taught me to be a lady while I was learning to be a governess while I was out East, but since returning to the West, I've done what I had to in order to get my sister back. My sister had been sold into prostitution by the bastards who had murdered the rest of my family. How do you think I bought her freedom?! How do you think I got men to help me get information as to where she was in the first place?" she asked. Belle was glaring up at William, angry tears forming in her eyes. She was so angry with her aunt and uncle, as well as with William.

"You don't know what those bastards did to my mother and sister, just because of who my father was! I was the only person that my sister had left and I wasn't going to abandon her just because she looks more like our father then our mother! So yes, I fucked my way across the West to save my sister. I sold my self, not for the money, but for my sisters freedom. And now, I own and run the only brothel here in El Paso. Not because I have to, but because I actually enjoy it. I enjoy meeting the people and having control over my life. The men who visit my establishment have some level of respect for myself and my girls." The young woman shook her head while blinking hard, forcing back the angry tears that wished to fall. "As a madam, I don't have to bow down to a man like you, William. And I'll only agree to marry a man who accepts that his wife has fucked and will continue to fuck men for a living."
 
The harsh words Belle used, were only overcome by the harsh reality she spoke of. The reality was of her life after she left New York, and returned to the west. Belle spoke harshly of what she did to free her sister. She told those listening, of what she'd become. Belle had sold herself many times since leaving New York. She learned how to use her body, not only for information and for money, but also to pay men to help her. Belle had become a whore, and she was proud of it. This became a glaring fact to William as he looked at her. Though Belle was angry, and she had tears in her eyes. There was a glint of pride when she spoke of fucking men. This made William even more angry with the woman he once wanted for his wife. Up above the first floor, Martha held her hand over her mouth while Belle spoke the truth.

It was said, the truth can be painful. It certainly was in this case. Martha would have never suspected her niece could, or ever would become a whore. Even now, it was hard for Martha to believe the story Belle was revealing. Her heart was breaking at the thought of what Belle had to become. At what she was forced to do, to save Imala. Martha felt badly for having brought William here. Not because he was learning the truth, but because of what became of Belle. Only Belle knew, one of those she'd been with sexually, was laying on the floor. Mr. Jennings had been to Belle's place many times since she opened her brothel. He'd fucked Belle, Imala, June and several of Belle's girls during that time. Mr. Jennings had came inside of each of Belle's holes. Belle was a very willing whore, and she would be pleasuring men with her body this evening. This thought made William even more angry. To think he would have had this woman as his wife. A woman who became a filthy whore just to save her worthless sister. William spat in Belle's face. He then raised his hand, drawing it back, ready to lash out at her. " ENOUGH!! " A strong male voice yelled out. It was Belle's Uncle Philip. " Don't you dare strike her! " Uncle Philip added as he came down the stairs. He grabbed William, forcing him back against the desk. Philip told William, if he struck Belle, Philip said he would break both of William's arms. William glared daggers at Philip. He then pushed the older man away. William then moved towards the stairs. He spoke of leaving that El Paso. Whatever way possible. William went up the steps, moving passed Martha, who remained at the second floor landing. Philip then slowly turned, his eyes coming to rest on Belle who stood behind him.
 
The way Belle spoke, was as unlady-like as they could come and she had no problems speaking in such a way. This was who she truly was. Josiah had once told her not to lie about who she was by dressing as something she wasn't. And that's what she was doing by coming here to the hotel dressed as she was. The fancy dresses were who she had once been when she lived in New York with her aunt and uncle. Of course, sometimes she did enjoy getting all dolled up and looking fancy. All women enjoyed doing such things. They always have and always would. But this wasn't who she was. Belle was the rough talking, whiskey drinking whore that ran the finest brothel in El Paso. She was the worn pair of buck-skin pants and dusty blouse that sat in a pile in her bedroom from her ride out to the Indians earlier that day. And she was proud of it. As she spoke of fucking men, she could see the anger blazing brighter in Williams eyes and she lifted her chin defiantly at him.

In her time of being in El Paso, Belle had probably fucked pretty much every man at least once since opening her doors. Mr. Jennings, who was behind her, had been a customer of hers several times and he paid well to be with her and her girls. Belle would continue servicing men as long as she liked and even after she had enough of fucking men who paid for her, she would continue running a whore house as the madam. Clearly the thought of the woman he had wanted to be his wife becoming a whore pissed William off enough that he spat in her face, making her gasp a little in surprise. But when he lifted his hand to strike her, she stood there with a brave face, ready to take it when a loud voice yelled out and her Uncle Philip stepped down from the stairs, ordering William not to strike her.

Belle watched as Philip forced William back from her, telling the younger man that if he struck Belle, he would break both of Williams arms. She watched in silence as the two men had a small stand off and then William moved to the stairs while saying he was leaving El Paso whatever way possible. After watching him leave, Belle closed her eyes while lifting a hand and wiping the spit off her face, her angry tears finally spilling over. She was quiet except for her breathing which had becoming a little uneven from her emotions. The young woman softly sniffed while pulling a handkerchief from a small pocket in her dress and she wiped her cheeks before turning to Mr. Jennings and she reached out, gently aiding him to his feet, softly apologizing to him for what William had done and telling him she owed him for stepping in like he had. Eventually she felt some one looking at her and she turned her head, looking over to see her uncle looking at her and she swallowed. "I'm so sorry, Uncle Philip." she softly said. She knew that he probably heard some if not all of what she'd told William. "I know that you and Aunt Martha had such high hopes for my future."
 
Martha & Philip could hope and plan all they wanted for Belle's future. They couldn't make it unfold in a way that suited them or their lifestyle. Belle had to live her life as she saw fit. Clearly, she was doing what she wanted. No one was forcing her to work as a whore. She was proud of the work she and her sister did. Philip watched as Belle helped Mr. Jennings to he feet. She then spoke softly to the man. Wilbur would be at her place that evening. Belle already knew he'd be there, and she would make sure his brave deed was taken care of. Belle turned towards her uncle. She spoke of being sorry. Martha & Philip had heard everything. Belle then spoke of how they had high hopes for her future. Uncle Philip nodded his head while looking at Belle. " We are the ones who are sorry. " Uncle Philip spoke. " You have to live your own life........You have to make your own life.....We shouldn't have tried to force you into our world......And we shouldn't have tried to make you marry William again....For that we are both truly sorry. " Philip added. He knew Belle wouldn't have truly been happy living as something she wasn't. The high society world wasn't Belle's world. She was born an raised here in the west. And it was in the west, that Belle truly belonged. While Philip spoke, Martha moved down the steps, joining him. She stood at his side while telling Belle, they would be going home in the morning. They both wished Belle & Imala well in their work. Asking that they both take care of themselves and each other. Martha said she would continue to write, if Belle wanted to hear from her. Uncle Philip & Aunt Martha then turned, they moved towards the stairs, started to climb them until they were out of sight.

Mr. Jennings was alright. He suffered no damage from the punch. He walked Belle to the door, telling her he would be visiting her place that evening, as usual. Up in his room, William was overcome by his anger. He cursed Belle's name. He cursed that she suffer for the disrespect she showed to him. No woman did that, not to William Prescott. After packing his bags, Williams left his room, slipped down the back stairs and exited the hotel through a rear door. If Belle wanted to be a whore, then she needed to be taught a whore's lesson. William had been in enough whorehouses to know how the rougher ones worked. Some whorehouses were little more then sexual slave houses. The lowest of the low, visited such houses, and the women who were forced to work there, were subjected to beatings and much worse. As William slipped away. He vowed to make Belle pay. She would learn a painful lesson on disrespecting her betters.
 
Belle stood there looking at her Uncle after she spoke. She knew her uncle could be a stern man and she half expected a scolding from him for what she's done with her life and for having wasted his and Martha's time. However, instead Philip was understanding and he apologized to her instead. He told her that she had to live her own life and that they shouldn't of tried to force her into their world and they shouldn't of tried to make her marry William again. "I did want to be a part of your world at one time, Uncle Philip." she gently told him. "I wanted to be like Aunt Martha and all the other fine ladies from the east." She glanced over and smiled softly as Martha came down the steps. "But I guess I'm too much like my daddy for that kind of life. Too wild."

Martha then spoke, telling bell that they would be returning home in the morning and they wished the sisters well in their work. That they take care of themselves and each other. "Of course, Aunt Martha." she told her before saying that of course she wanted to still hear from her and Philip. "We may be from different worlds, but you both are still family and you did help teach me a lot of what I know when it comes to proper social etiquette." She smiled at them and stood there, watching as they moved towards the stairs, climbing up them and disappearing out of sight. With them gone, she turned to Mr. Jennings and the two of them walked towards the door, Mr. Jennings telling her that he would be visiting her place that evening, as usual and she nodded with a smile. "Of course. And like I said, the drinks tonight are on the house." she told him. "Thank you again for what you did." She kissed Mr. Jennings on the cheek before she told him she would see him tonight and then she turned, leaving the hotel and returning to her brothel.

As she walked, even though William had said that he was returning to New York, she had a feeling that things weren't over with him. She'd met men like William in the past. Men who though that women were beneath them and should be little more then slaves to what they wished. Men who had not regret in beating a woman if they did anything to make them unhappy. She'd seen Williams true colors that day and she was grateful that she'd not married him and that she'd sworn never to after how he had spoken to her and treated her. Back at the brothel, she disappeared into her bedroom where she changed out of her dress and into some of her more comfortable clothes before she head out to the bar for a drink before they had to open later that night.
 
Belle & Imala had a long talk of what happened at the hotel. Imala was concerned after what her sister had said about William. She'd never met the man face to face. Imala only knew what Belle had told her. And like her older sister, Imala was very happy Belle had avoid marrying such a man. Imala was surprised by how Aunt Martha & Uncle Philip acted at the end. But, there was little they could do. Nothing would be changing Belle's mind about the work she did. That was perfectly clear to their aunt & uncle. All the couple could do, was wish the sister well and hope the best for the girls. Even if that meant they were the best at being whores. This was certainly true. Belle & Imala were the finest whores anywhere. Their customers thought so, and that's what counted most. Belle was ready when the brothel opened. She'd put what happened that afternoon behind her. She needed to focus on the business at hand.

Many of the regulars were in that evening. Some miners also ventured into town for an evening of fun. Mr. Jennings arrived at the brothel. Sally had been told, he was to be taken care of. Wilbur's drinks were on the house, and Belle would see he was rewarded for trying to help her. Mr. Jennings did what he knew was right. He knew William had been wrong, he couldn't let Belle be hurt by that man. Mr. Jennings stepped in, got punched, but didn't suffer any lasting effects. His brave act wouldn't go without a special thank you from Belle. She knew Wilbur could have been hurt by William. The man was acting little better then an animal. He showed her his true face. Just as Wilbur had showed how brave he could be. In Belle's eyes. Mr. Jennings was more of a man then her former beau. Wilbur was led into the bar, and a whiskey placed down for him. He picked the glass up with a smile. It felt good being the hero, he thought.
 
Sitting at the bar with Imala, Belle told her sister about everything that had happened back at the hotel. She told her about how their aunt and uncle had been there to try and get her to marry William, who ended up getting very angry and aggressive when she turned him down yet again. Imala was told everything about what had happened, from Belle laughing at their expectations of her returning to New York to marry William, to William attempting to hit her and their uncle stepping in. Imala was surprised and Belle could see it. She admitted that she'd been a little surprised as well, but she was happy that they had been accepting of what Belle had chosen for her life. After enjoying her drink to settle her nerves, Belle put the events of the afternoon behind her and got ready for opening that night.

That evening, many of her regulars showed up along with some miners coming into town for an evening of fun. Belle was on good terms with the miners and the man who ran the mining camp outside of town, so he would send a couple of his miners into town to relax and enjoy themselves a couple times a week. It helped to keep moral high in the camp. Before opening, Belle had explained to Sally that Mr. Jennings was to be taken care of and his drinks were free that night and that Belle would see him treated that night by spending some time with him personally. When he showed up, Wilbur was shown to the bar where a glass of whiskey was put down for him. He had some time at the bar before Belle showed and she smiled when she saw Wilbur, the beautiful woman coming down the steps in her usual attire that she wore between customers and she approached him. "Welcome back, Mr. Jennings." she said to him as she approached.

Belle was always a head turner, no matter where she went and no matter what she wore. She would of been a prize for William, had he not been such a horrible man. Everyone said that she was bound to produce beautiful, strong and healthy children, something many men wanted. On top of that, she was great in bed and she was a beautiful woman. Everything that men could want in a wife.
 
Mr. Jennings was being will cared for by the time Belle appeared. Looking as sexy as she always did while working. Mr. Jennings had been coming here since Belle opened her place. He fucked Belle as often as possible. Belle was a sought after woman. Many men wanted to spend time with her. Mr. Jennings had also spent time with Imala, June and several other girls. He was always treated well. Belle knew how to make a man, feel like a man. She treated all men the same. Whether they were of a higher class, a hard working miner, a soldier, a cowboy, or a shopkeeper. All the men were treated like kings. Belle had made this an important rule and each of her girls followed this rule. No one man, would be treated any better then any other. No matter if he was handsome, homely, fit, thin, overweight, young, old, rich or poor. As long as they had money. All were welcome.

Mr. Jennings smiled as Belle spoke. He greeted her by giving her a kiss on the lips. Wilbur was looking forward to being with Belle again. Not just because he'd helped her that day. But, because he truly enjoyed being with her. She treated him as though he were special. This was something she and her girls did for all the men. and like Wilbur, all the men appreciated it. Wilbur & Belle shared some conversation and a drink before they left the bar. Neither spoke openly of what had happened that afternoon. There was nothing more to say about incident. Belle did express her thanks for his help. They then left the bar, walking arm in arm to Belle's room. Once there, Wilbur started to undress, while doing so, he watched Belle. Wilbur, like most of the men, enjoyed watching Belle as she disrobed. They loved seeing that beautiful body exposed for their eyes. If Wilbur's cock was hard before entering the bedroom, it certainly was after watching Belle remove her outfit. Once he was naked, Wilbur moved towards the bed. He spoke of starting off with a blowjob. He wanted to watch Faith suck his cock. He then wanted to fuck Faith's sweet pussy. Wilbur then moved onto the bed, and laid back. Placing his head onto the pillows.
 
Belle always stressed to her girls that the men who came into her establishment should be made to feel good. It didn't matter who the man was or what walk of life they came from. As long as a man had the coin, when they came through the doors to her brothel, they were treated with the best care. This rule made the men want to come back again and again because they were always treated like they were special. Of course, there was the unspoken rule about men who mistreated her girls. Men who dared to lay a hand on her girls in any way that was unwanted, weren't welcome in her establishment. Belle wouldn't let her girls be abused in any way that would harm them. Her care for her girls came first and foremost over a customer. After all, her girls were what brought in the money. So far she hadn't had much trouble with the men who came to her brothel to spend time with the pretty girls that worked for her. The men of El Paso appreciated and respected Belle for her business, so they didn't usually cause trouble.

After Belle approached him, Wilbur greeted her with a kiss on the lips and she grinned at him before she asked for a drink. The two of them spent some time talking and enjoying each others company for a bit while enjoying their drinks before it was finally time for them to go upstairs. All of her focus was on Wilbur and neither of them spoke of what had happened that afternoon at the hotel. It was in the past now and there was nothing to talk about anymore. So the two of them left the bar together and head upstairs arm in arm, the two of them talking as they took the steps and Belle led Wilbur to the room that she used upstairs. Belle had her personal bedroom downstairs just off her office. Others very rarely saw that bedroom. Usually Josiah joined her in that bedroom. Then there was the one upstairs that she used when servicing her customers.

In the bedroom, Belle closed the door behind them and then began to disrobe while Wilbur undressed. Belle was wearing her usual lace robe that she wore between customers. It was a sexy, floor length black lace robe that offered teasing glimpses of her body. She untied it and slipped it down over her shoulders, letting it slip down her arms before she tossed it onto a chair over in the corner and she stood completely naked. Wilber told her that he wanted to start off with a blowjob, wanting to watch her suck his cock before he then fucked her pussy. She smiled as she followed him over to the bed, watching him lay back and place his head onto the pillows. Even though this wasn't her personal bedroom, the pillows still faintly smelled of her perfume. The scent was that of rose with some kind of citrus mixed in that she was quite fond of.

On the bed, Belle leaned over Wilbur and softly kissed him, her soft body touching his before she moved down. One of her hands slipped further down and she wrapped her gentle fingers around his already hardened cock, beginning to stroke him as she moved down his body. Once she was straddling his legs, she smiled up at him before leaning down and running her tongue over the head of his cock. She was one of the best cock-suckers in the west and all the men she'd performed oral sex on have all praised her for her skills. This time would be no different as she was soon sucking upon Wilburs cock, taking him deeper into her mouth and suckling upon him.
 
Belle was the type of woman who looked great in anything she wore. She looked very sexy in her black robe. Belle often wore such robes between customers. This allowed her to slip something quickly, and move about the brothel. She could remove the robe just as quickly and be ready for some hot action. Wilbur loved watching Belle remove her robe. The act was a simple one, but Belle did it so seductively. Wilbur, like all the men, adored seeing Belle naked. She had such a magnificent body. By the time Wilbur reached the bed, he was ready for Belle. His cock was already hard. He laid there, while she joined him. Belle's first kiss, thought soft, brought a lustful moan from Wilbur. She would show him a night of pleasure, he would never forget. It was how she planned on properly thanking him, for his help with the nasty mess this afternoon.

Belle slipped her hand down Wilbur's body. Taking his cock, and wrapping her fingers around his tool. Wilbur moaned again, this time it was much deeper. He tremble slightly as Belle worked her way down his body. Finally she reached his cock. He was the look in her eyes, as she looked up at him. Even with a look and a smile, Belle could deliver pleasure to a lover. Her tongue soon ran over the head of his cock. This drew another, even longer and louder moan from Wilbur. No one doubted Belle's skills at suck cock. She was certainly the best in Texas, and the men of El Paso would gladly put her up against any whore, from anywhere in the world. Belle was a true cocksucker, and she was proud of her skills. She always got praise for sucking men off. " Oh!......Yes! " Wilbur moaned out, while Belle took his shaft into her mouth. " I've been.......Thinking......All day of.......Having your lips.......Wrapped around my cock. " Wilbur worked to get the words passed his lips. Belle had such an amazing mouth. And she knew how to use it, to bring her lovers pleasure.
 
Belle was a woman who could pull off just about anything she wore and look great in it. She could easily pull off the demure, perfect wife look, which was what made William want her in the first place. That had been taught to her by Aunt Martha. But she could just as easily pull off the sexy, seductive look that drove many men wild with want for her. When she was working, everything she did was seductive and sexually charged. As she joined Wilbur on the bed and she kissed him softly, she heard the lustful moan that escaped Wilbur. That night, Wilbur wouldn't have to pay for anything as this was her way of properly thanking him for his help that afternoon and this was the only time she would willingly let a customer have what he wanted free of charge.

She heard him moan deeper as her fingers wrapped around his already stiff cock and she stroked him a little as she moved down his body. The beautiful woman looked up at Wilbur through her long lashes, a small smile upon her lips as she leaned closer and ran her tongue over the tip of his cock, drawing another sound of lust from him. Belle had learned well the lessons that other madams had taught her about sucking a cock. She had been taught by some of the best before perfecting her own skill. When she began to take Wilbur's shaft into her mouth, she listened to him moan as she began sucking on his cock, taking him deeper into her mouth, bobbing her head slowly at first and then faster. Her hand never left his cock. Instead, she worked it along the length of his cock when it wasn't buried in her mouth and throat. Belle was giving him the best blow-job that she'd ever given him, using all her skills to show him just how thankful she was for what he had done for her that day.
 
All of the men were thankful for Belle's oral skills. Most of her girls were just as good. There were some who need up their game when it came to working for Belle. She settled for nothing but the best. Those who needed help with sucking cock, were given some lessons. Imala had become just as talented as Belle. June, who hadn't been very good at the beginning. Learned quickly thanks to Belle. June was taught by Belle herself. Training the other woman on her husband and on Mr. Wells. Both men were very willing to become the subjects of June's lessons. This meant boy men enjoyed getting blowjobs from Belle and June. There were no luckier men in El Paso, at least not in their minds. Wilbur thought of himself as being very lucky. Belle could have just thanked him. Instead, she was really showing her thanks.

Wilbur closed his eyes as Belle worked on his cock. He was fearful of cumming so soon. He could feel his climax beginning to build. Belle was a real professional when it came to sucking cocks. She could make any man cum, just using her mouth. Wilbur did when to fuck Belle, and he did wonder if she made him cum, would she let him fuck her? This seemed like such a stupid thought. Belle was a woman of her word. She spoke of making sure Wilbur was taken care of this evening. Wilbur's moans grew louder, as Belle's hand and mouth kept working. The pleasure was so wonderful. " Oh Belle......." Wilbur moaned out her name. He was sinking deep into the pleasure Belle was giving him. The grip of her hand and the way it moved, the warmth and wetness of her mouth, all brought Wilbur closer and closer to his release.
 
When it came to the skills of her girls, Belle welcomed comments from customers. Whether it was good compliments or comments on a girl not being as good as they could be. When it was brought to her attention that one of her girls needed help in performing better, she made it priority to make sure that that girl was taught how to be better. There were still some girls who needed taught a couple new tricks, but they were getting better. Imala had been forced to learn how to suck cock after she was kidnapped and forced into the sex trade. But with a kind madam like Alice, who Belle had purchased Imala's freedom from, Imala had learned how to properly enjoy it and Belle had helped her sister to become better at pleasuring men. Then there was June, the mayors wife, who had become one of her most eager girls. Belle had taught her everything she knew and June took to the lessons quite quickly, eagerly practicing on her own husband and upon Mr. Wells.

As Belle showed off her skills for Wilbur, she softly moaned around him, using her tongue and lips to add to the pleasure he was feeling. Belle had the skills that ranged from either make a man cum quickly just to get things over with all the way to bring him very close to cumming but deny him the pleasure of release until she allowed it, and everything in between. These were tricks that she'd learned over the last year. But that wasn't what she was doing for Wilbur tonight. Tonight was about showing her appreciation for him and to making him feel good in everyway she could. As his moans got louder, she looked up at him again while he moaned her name and she knew that he was getting close. So she pulled out all the stops in making him feel good. As he got close to finally cumming, she deep throated him and suckled a little harder while softly moaning around him, causing vibrations to run along his cock. Occasionally she would pull back to pay attention to the head of his shaft, but then she'd take him deep again. Belle continued this until he finally came. When he began cumming, she kept him buried in her throat for the first couple shots before pulling back a bit so the rest of his cum filled her mouth and she swallowed his release easily.
 
It was said, no man could resist from cumming if Belle wanted him too. By using her mouth and hands. Belle could make any man cum. No amount of human will power was enough to keep a man from blowing his wad into her mouth. All types of sex were for sale at Belle's place. A man could just get a hand job if he wanted. He could buy a great blowjob, enjoy vaginal sex or even anal sex. All combinations could be added together for the right price. Normally, the men would pay for straight sex, which did feature some hand and mouth action. The straight sex could be either vaginal or anal. Depending on what the man wanted from the girl he was with. Belle had learned not only about sex, but also how to run a whorehouse during her travels. Several madams, including Alice, showed Belle everything she needed to know to open her own brothel. From the mundane details, to the most important things. Belle had been more then ready to start her new career. She was also a working madam. Meaning she sold herself to the customers. Most madams just sat back and ran their business. Belle had decided, she wouldn't ask the girls to do things, she wasn't willing to do herself. Besides, how could she be a good madam, without first being a good whore?

Belle's talents shined. When she took Wilbur's cock deep into her mouth. Sliding his cock down her throat. She made him expel such long, lustful moans. Belle knew the signs of when a man was going to cum. She could tell how close he was to spilling his seed. Belle worked even harder after the signs became clear from Wilbur. Using her tongue to pleasure him, then taking his length back into her throat. No man could keep from cumming. Wilbur was the same. His body began to tremble as his climax grew to the point of no return. Belle took his cock down her throat. Allowing the first two shots of hot cum to there. She then pulled his cock back slightly and took the rest of his load into her mouth. This allowed Belle to savor the taste before swallowing Wilbur's seed. Belle never failed in pleasing a man with her mouth. Wilbur wore a very happy look on his face, as he laid there. " Oh sweet Belle.......You are the finest cock sucker there could ever be. " Wilbur spoke while still enjoying the high he got from his release. Some men in El Paso even called Belle. "The Queen of the Blowjob".
 
Belle worked hard on pleasuring Wilbur, listening delightedly as he moaned and made other noises of lust and pleasure each time her mouth moved over his hardened cock, sucking and licking at him to cause pleasure for the man. As he got closer to cumming, she could tell that he was getting close to the edge. She felt his body tremble a little and she moaned around him. Moving one of her hands, Belle caressed it over his thigh and across his hip before slipping it between the mans legs to join her other hand. While her one hand continued to stroke the length of Wilbur's cock when it wasn't buried in her mouth and throat, her other hand cupped his balls and lightly played with them. When he finally reached his release, Belle held still as two shots of his cum shot directly down her throat before she pulled back, feeling his hot seed splash across her tongue and fill her mouth until he was done cumming.

Once he was done, Belle slowly pulled back, releasing his cock from her mouth and sitting up as she swallowed his release, the sexy woman licking her lips as she looked up at the man who laid there with a happy look on his face. His comment about her being the finest cock sucker there could ever be made her chuckle and she smiled at him. "Why thank you Wilbur." she softly said before she slowly crawled up his body, peppering a couple kisses across his belly and then his chest until she was hovering over him, a gentle smile upon her pretty face as she knelt over him. "Would you like a drink while you recover a little?" she asked him. "And then you can continue to fuck me." As she said this, her smile grew into a naughty grin, the woman clearly looking forward to him fucking her. None could say that Belle hated her profession. She loved being fucked far too much to hate her job.
 
Wilbur, like all the men, loved a blow job from Belle. She was great at making her lovers feel so much pleasure. Being a working madam, gave Belle so many lovers to enjoy. Most madams might take a customer now and then. Others didn't bother with fucking their customers. That's why they had the girls. Belle was a hands on madam. She worked just as hard as her girls did. Belle often had men book time with her. In between such bookings. Belle would hang around the bar and take men who weren't looking for any certain girl. Sally always kept Belle up to date on who was waiting for someone special and who was just waiting for the next open girl. Belle was always ready to spread her legs for a paying customer. One of the perks of going to Belle's room. She always kept a bottle of whiskey and some glasses in her room. To share with certain customers. After having such a great blow job, Wilbur wanted a drink.

Wilbur accepted Belle's offer. He laid there while she grabbed the nearby bottle. Pouring them both a drink. Wilbur was a very happy man. Few things were better in this world then enjoying some fine whiskey in the company of a hot and sexy looking woman. The blow job was just the start. Belle & Wilbur were just at the break. They still had some fucking to do before their evening was over. Belle had some customers who booked time with her. This part of her evening was for Wilbur. She kept this part of her night open for him. While they enjoyed their drinks. Belle & Wilbur talked of El Paso and it's future. Not an uncommon conversation between two business owners. However, once the glasses of whiskey were gone. The conversation turned sexual again. Wilbur was looking forward to Belle's tight, wet pussy. And Belle was always eager and ready for a hard cock. Once the glasses and bottle were put away. Belle began working on making Wilbur's cock hard again. It didn't take much work on her part. Belle was very talented in making men hard. She stroked Wilbur's cock, while talking dirty until his member was fully hard. Wilbur wanted Belle to ride his cock. So he remained where he laid on the bed.
 
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