<em>Bert: Fucking Gulch Lobby</em><br/><br/>Bert was blushing again and his heart was pounding so hard that he worried Miss Amethyst would hear it. As she leaned over his little desk, her platinum blonde curls spilling over her shoulder, Bert was helpless to stop himself from looking down at her youthful, firm breasts coming together. He averted his eyes quickly back to her face, but the sight was imprinted on his mind. His cock was filling with blood already and growing hard down the leg of his jeans.<br/><br/>“I’m fine, really.” Bert answered when she asked how he was doing, averting his eyes lest they betray how untrue that was. “Just, burning the candle at both ends, you know? Owning my own business, plus keeping things in line around here. Not enough hours in the day to force in eight hours with my eyes closed.”<br/><br/>Bert feigned a half smile, trying unsuccessfully to stop himself from saying what he said next.<br/><br/>“It’s just so lonely, being by myself in that house. I never really thought much about Noah’s mom running off, never had much chance to. Raisin’ a kid on my own an’ all. But now that he’s gone it’s just me and…” Bert trailed off, what was there besides his home and his work? “It’s just me and loneliness. I tried to use work as a distraction, but it just takes its toll.”<br/><br/>Amethyst was gorgeous, all the girls were; but he tried not to feel those Masculine feelings toward them. Yes, The Fucking Gulch was a brothel, but it was also a part of an exceptionally small town. The Gulch’s secrets were sacred, but outside of these walls, nothing was. An uneducated black man like himself, bedding down beautiful white women was a good way to end up tied behind a speeding pickup truck.<br/><br/>It didn’t stop him from wanting her.<br/><br/>“How about you? Looking forward to watching the inside of your eyelids after closing?”