Free Apache Caress by Georgina Gentry - Panorama of the Old West 08 - Apache Caress

ever talk about me?”
    “Miss La Femme, you just can’t imagine how he talked about your talent.” Gill slowly ran his hand up to where her thighs joined, remembering the plans Robert had had for this stupid whore. He’d planned to sell her to one of the bordellos on the Barbary Coast. It suddenly occurred to Gill that Trixie would be worth even more in some godforsaken desert hellhole like Bowie Station or Tombstone.
    “Was you there when he was killed?” Trixie took a deep drag on the cigarette. “The local papers said he was a hero, medals and all. Funny, that didn’t sound like Robert to me. I always figured he’d turn and run when it came right down to facin’ Apaches.”
    That was exactly what Gill suspected, but he didn’t say so. He shook his head. “We heard the gunfire. It was too late by the time my patrol arrived. His men said Robert had died in a vain attempt to save them. All but a handful was killed by the savages.” He leaned toward her, kissed her. Maybe later he’d tell her about Robert’s wound.
    “Ain’t you the sweet one, though?” The girl moved closer, smoke trailing from her nostrils, and snubbed the cigarette out in the ashtray on the lamp table. She smiled up at him and didn’t move away. Her robe had fallen open, revealing a generous expanse of freckled breasts.
    Gill felt his manhood go hard, and he reached out, pushed the robe off her shoulder, and stroked the freckled skin. “That’s why I came, Trixie. Robert knew we were both in constant danger. He said if anything should happen to him, I was to come see you and tell you how much he cared.”
    “Oh, it’s so sad!” The girl was in his arms now, weeping sloppily on his chest. “And to think they sent his medals to that little chit of a wife instead of me! You been to see her?”
    “No.” As a matter of fact, Gill thought, I almost forgot about the wife. Only three things occupied his mind: finding that Apache gold, killing Cholla, and bedding Robert’s favorite whore. “Trixie, maybe we need to comfort each other; you know, Robert’s best friend and his girl.”
    She nodded ever so slightly as she leaned her big breasts against his arm and lit another cigarette. “Gill, do you know any people who could help me with my career?”
    “I sure might, honey. Why I know lots of rich and important people. My old man owned a chain of stores.”
    Actually it was one run-down general store in an Indiana town of two hundred people. The family just barely scratched out a living, and his pa was so tight, he would never let either of his two sons have a piece of candy from the big jars on the counter, though they worked without wages.
    Gill kissed her. Her mouth was hot and wet and eager. A tart like this one would look good to those soldiers back in Arizona. They seldom saw anything but Injun women. He’d set her up as a whore and keep most of the money just as Robert had planned to do. Trixie had talent, all right, but it was all between her legs.
    He ran his hand down, cupped one big, freckled breast, and pulled her to him.
    Trixie inhaled a deep puff of smoke, leaned over, blew it into his open mouth. Gill took a deep breath, his giddy excitement mounting. “Oh, honey, I never smoked like that before!”
    It seemed so erotic, breathing the smoke from her ripe mouth, breathing it back deep into her throat. “Blast it all, Trixie,” he murmured, “I’ve been looking for a girl like you all my life.”
    She trailed smoke into his mouth. “You’ll help me with my career?”
    “Yes, oh, yes!” He would have promised anything at that moment just to get her robe off.
    She smiled at him, then opened her robe, slowly, tantalizingly. She crushed the cigarette out. “I got another patron right now, but I don’t seem to be gettin’ nowhere in show business.”
    “With all your talent? Impossible!” He was half on top of her, her big breasts filling both his hands. There was no limit to what he could earn pimping this tart