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Mrs. Trowbridge, Addie and I play what is often called the skin flute."

Addie nodded and smiled, "accomplished skin flute players."

"Well, I'm glad you've made that clear. "Turning to Hortie, "how did you acquire this skill?"

"My husband suggested it shortly after we were married. I was reluctant, but wanted to please him. In time, I learned to not just tolerate it, but enjoy it. Often, I insisted on playing his flute," she smiled.

"And you, Addie?"

"Like Hortie, my husband convinced me. And I've never told anyone this, not even Addie. Once I became proficient, he rewarded me by reciprocating. It was marvelous."

"You mean?" Hortie asked.

"Exactly. I became an eager flutist. A very eager flutist."

"It's one thing to play your husband's flute, it's quite another to play the flute of a stranger."

"I understand," said Addie, "I've only been with one man, but would I be wrong to say that all men are just about the same?"

"That's true," the madam answered. "Some a little bigger or fatter, but they're basically the same."

"Ma'am, I am so destitute, I don't have enough money to eat after tomorrow. I'll do anything," said Hortie. "Like you said, they're all just about the same."

"Ladies, playing one flute a night is one thing. Here, you might have to play five, six or more different flutes a night."

"Sometimes my husband wanted it more than once," Addie said.

Hortie smiled, "sometimes, I wanted to play my husband's flute more than once a night."

"Ladies, I run this house, The Miner's Hole and another right across the street, The Hungry Beaver. Each house could use a flutist. When can you start?"

"I need a nice hot bath. As soon as I do, I'll be ready," said Hortie.

"Me, too."

"Here's what I'll do." She called to a servant girl. "Sally, this is Mrs. Ferguson. Show her to an empty room, and prepare a bath for her. She'll start tonight."

"Yes ma'am."

"Addie, follow Sally. I'll show Hortie to her room across the street. I'll see you in a while."

"Yes, ma'am. Oh, and thank you, ma'am."

Mrs. Trowbridge walked Hortie across the street. "Ma'am, Addie and I forgot to ask. Do you think those miners will want more than to have their flutes played?"

"They might. Some of those boys like their mamas, and you're both old enough to be their mama. On a Saturday night, I run out of girls. Those boys'll ride anything. No offense, Hortie."

"I know what you meant."

After arranging a room and a bath for Hortie, Mrs. Trowbridge returned to the Miner's Hole where Addie was just finishing her bath. The woman was surprised when the madam opened the curtain, which supposedly gave her some privacy. "Mrs. Trowbridge!!"

Mrs. Trowbridge didn't even blink but she did appraise Addie up and down. "You are a fine figure of a woman for your age. I'm sure the boys will be eager for your mouth and to ride you. They'll go wild over those titties."

Modern fashion demanded that a woman hide her breasts. Her dress should give no hint they even existed. Now Mrs. Trowbridge had a clear view of them. They were big and for a woman her age still held their firmness.

"May I have a towel. Please."

Before handing the woman a towel, the madam made one further observation. Addie had no pubic hair. Mrs. Trowbridge had hired hundreds of girls over the years, not just here in Denver, but in a similar house in San Francisco. She'd seen girls fucking miners there, too.

Not once had she seen a woman without any hair. "Do you have a disease?" She was concerned. It wouldn't do for one of her girls to give one of her customers some despised social disease.

"Ummmm, no ma'am," Addie said, still trying to cover up, as she stood in the tub.

"I'm waiting for an explanation. I may have to rescind my offer of employment."

"It's nothing like that, Mrs. Trowbridge. I told you that I played my husband's flute and he reciprocated."

"Yes, you told me that. You did say he was marvelous."

"Yes, he was and when he suggested he could do even better if I didn't have any hair in the way, well, I didn't hesitate. I got rid of it all."

"I see."

"After he went off to war, I kept it like that and even after I received word of this death, I decided to keep it like this. Do you think it will be a problem for the miners?"

The madam thought for a moment, "I think they'll be intrigued. I'll call you Addie, the hairless flutist. They'll pay to see it."

"You mean . . .?

"I'm thinking some of those boys might pay a dollar or two just to take a look. I'm thinking you could lay on your back with your legs spread. You might make a little extra money."

Addie was appalled. "I'd be so embarrassed."

"You won't be when they start throwing money at you."

After the two women were dressed, Mrs. Trowbridge offered them something to eat and explained. "I should tell you how much I charge those boys. They pay eight dollars. You and I split it 50-50 for the first five rides each night. After that you get six and I get two."

"We might do more than five men in a night?"

"Flute players are a rarity. I expect they'll be a line out the door once the word reaches the mining camps, which I'll make sure it does."

Addie and Hortie looked at each other. This isn't what they expected. "Hortie, think about how much money we'll make."

"Those miners like to ride my girls and they might want to ride you, but they'll be anxious to have you play their flutes."

"Yes, just five rides or flute playing and we'll make twenty dollars."

"Ladies, if you treat those boys right, they'll be very generous. Tell them you've never had a cock like there's. They don't have to know you've only been with your husbands. Tell them they have the biggest one ever. Men like to hear that. It doesn't have to be true. At the moment, they're think with their cocks and not their brains."

Mrs. Trowbridge continued. "Right now, Sally and another servant girl are gathering clothes for you to wear. When girls leave, they leave their clothes and all the memories of their time here behind."

"We expect to be here just long enough to make enough money to return home."

"Just like every other girl," Mrs. Trowbridge interrupted. "Now, tonight, you work for free. I have two special customers for you to entertain. They'll let me know if you have the skills you claim to have. There's one other thing, you may be ladies, but these boys like you to talk like your street whores. Men have cocks, you have tits and pussies. You can tell them you love playing their flute but they like to hear that you love sucking their cocks. Their big cocks. If they want to ride you, tell them you're looking forward to getting fucked and you've never been fucked, like they're fucking you."

Addie and Hortie knew all those words, but never, ever used them. Like Mrs. Trowbridge said, they were ladies.

The clothes, weren't really clothes at all. They were designed to entice men. They covered only what they needed to cover; barely. Hortie and Addie found a few outfits that fit. "Addie, my husband rarely saw me this naked."

Thus began a new adventure for the two ‘ladies' from the east.

TO BE CONTINUED

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