<em>Bert- Fucking Gulch Lobby</em><br/><br/>The entire building was flooded with the sounds of passion and sexual deeds being done in all corners of The Fucking Gulch. It was easy to listen, but not so easy to shut out the sounds. Bert was most aware of the sounds from directly above where Dark was having his way with Miss Indigo. He felt more than a little protective of Indigo, and if he was honest, a little bit jealous of Dark. The client always seemed so calm, measured and at ease around the women. It was a level of poise, that Bert could only dream of possessing.<br/><br/>To say it was a busy night was a massive understatement, Bert’s pencil flew over the page of his ledger book as he struggled to keep up with the pace with his limited schooling. But he did a decent enough job.<br/><br/>Bert looked up from his books when Miss Opal passed into the lobby, his face lit up in a smile. She was another of the girls who he felt a closeness with beyond their roles as coworkers. When she apologized for being late and kissed him, Bert blushed though it was impossible to tell, and when she suggested that she could make it up to him he blushed harder still.<br/><br/>When Opal handed him her coat, Bert couldn’t help but check her out, she was gorgeous and absolutely dressed to kill. She smelled like heaven but was built for sin.<br/><br/>“Damn, Miss Opal. You Look sweeter than warm maple syrup on chocolate cake.” Bert said, his deep voice warm and familiar as he took her coat to hang it up.<br/><br/>It wasn’t long at all after Opal arrived that Kid came bursting out of the room he’d been sharing with Miss Orchid. He looked pissed off and miserable, making a Bee Line past Bert to the door. When Orchid emerged, Bert gave her a look that said<em>What the fuck?</em><br/><br/>It wasn’t that there were never dissatisfied customers at Fucking Gulch, but almost always they were clients who wanted a bit more than they’d paid for or wanted to dispute the clock, and no one ever,<em>ever</em>had any complaints about Miss Orchid who by all accounts was a most generous and enthusiastic lover. Kid, however, was a unique case; he didn’t even come close to reaching his time limit, and yet he was headed for the door like his Johnson was on fire. When Kid returned and walked down to the lobby, Bert watched him like a hawk.<br/><br/>Bert wasn’t sure what went wrong, but if it escalated, Bert wanted to be sure that he was in a position to stomp out the spark before it became a blaze.