by Angeline Hawkes

This eBook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This eBook may not be resold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with other people, please use the legal lending method. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, please consider purchasing your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

Smashwords Edition | Published by ND3 Press

Copyright © 2012 by Angeline Hawkes

All rights reserved.


Madam Chang peered across her desk, which faced a large picture window over-looking the muddy, people-littered street below. Horses and hollerin’ could be heard as if nothing but air separated her from the soiled riff-raff coming and going down there in the muck. She reached up and pushed in a hairpin that threatened to slide from her luxurious ebony tresses and took a puff from her small, jade pipe. Smoke curled around her as she exhaled, but she did not try to wave it away.

Madam Chang ran the most prosperous brothel in Telluride, Colorado. Oh, sure the sign hanging on the front of the building with its red and gold gilded dragon read, ‘Saloon’, but it only took a foot through the red painted doors to see there were no poker games or gaming tables – the only thing they sold at the Red Dragon was liquor and pussy – and Madam Chang’s had the most beautiful women in the West. Any color, any size – she had them. Beautiful, clean, ready-to-ride-you whores. These weren’t no scared girls fresh off some farm neither. Madam Chang had paid for a bonafide French whore to instruct her girls in all the pleasures of the flesh. Madam Chang felt if one were going to do something in life, then sure as hell, it should get done properly. Her girls charged three dollars a throw and kept half. Their ill-begotten babes were raised in a children’s home across town funded by Madam Chang and a percentage of the mothers’ wages. The children never knew what their mothers did for a living. After all, it was hard to explain to a child that you threw your fanny twenty times a day in order to pay for his or her upkeep.

Previous Page Next Page Page 1 of 59