1. The Fallon Hotel


    Date: 9/10/2015, Categories: Historical, Author: NymphWriter, Rating: , Source: LushStories

    The stagecoach came to a bumpy stop in front of the Wells Fargo and Co. Express building in Columbia, California. Winnifred, or Winnie as she was known to her friends, looked out at the brickwork building and sighed. For the last seven months she had been tossed around on a ship, as well as fucked by the ship’s captain, until she landed in San Francisco. The faded green dress she was wearing was the only dress that survived the long ordeal. Her only other dress had become damaged beyond repair during the extensive ocean voyage and had been used to keep her current dress intact. Her long journey was far from over as she was soon on a long, bumpy two-day trip via stagecoach though the hills and mountains of the California territory. Many times she saw they were passing by active gold mines thanks to the recent gold rush. Hundreds of men flocked west to make their fortune in the quest for gold. Now she was staring at a brick building with what she assumed was Wells Fargo written on the walls. She bit her lower lip as the driver opened the door and helped her out. “Welcome to Columbia, ma’am,” he said with a gentle smile. Winnie smiled back. “I’m really in Columbia?” “Yes ma’am,” he replied. “I’ll get your bags down in just a moment.” Winnie watched the driver remove boxes and such including a large mail bag, a metal box, and her bag. A couple of men from the brick building rushed out and grabbed the metal box while a young boy took the mail bag. Winnie stepped over to her bag ...
    when the driver said, “Need some help with that ma’am?” “Well, actually, I’m looking for the Fallon Hotel.” “I know it well,” said the driver. “If you’d like, I can take you there myself.” Winnie smiled, “That would be wonderful!” “Wait here, I’ll be right back.” The driver ran into the Wells Fargo building, then came back wearing a jacket and carrying a satchel. “Sorry about that. I almost forgot to let my boss know I was leaving. He said he needs me to deliver this to Miss Lenore, the hotel manager.” “Miss Lenore is who I’m meeting,” said Winnie. “Ah, you’re one of her girls,” said the driver. “Excuse me?” “Sorry ma’am,” he said, “I meant no disrespect. Miss Lenore only hires the finest ladies.” Winnie sighed. “It’s not your fault. This is my first real opportunity to make some real money since my husband died.” The pair began to walk down the dirt street as horses pulling buggies and men on horseback passed them along the way. “How did he die?” “Consumption. It was shortly after we were wed. I had no money and before long I was kicked out of our home. I ended up living on the streets. It was there I met Miss Polly, a business associate of Miss Lenore’s. She gave me a hot meal, a bath, and bought me this dress.” “I’m sorry to hear that. Oh, and I’m Andrew.” “Winnifred, but my friends call me Winnie.” Andrew smiled. “May I call you Winnie?” “Yes, please.” Winnie shared that Miss Polly had taught her some about being a lady of the evening , and how she came from North Carolina ...
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