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me in, made my eyes nearly pop from their sockets.
Equally, I had no notions that the lord had blessed me with such an ample bosom.
Monique applied what she called make-up, and as I sat at the dressing table looking at my face in the glass, I almost felt as though another person all together was staring back at me.
I looked at Madame in the glass, and she had what appeared to be a baleful grin on her face.
“ Impeccable, tu feras une menthe en monnaie. ” Flawless, you shall make a mint in coin, she grinned, and I frowned.
“See to her.” She commanded Monique clapping her hands, and Monique nodded as Madame left the room.
Monique looked at me in the glass.
“ Chér , have you ever had relations with a man? I must say, I just can’t see it?”
“Yes, once.” I replied, and she laughed.
“My word chil, why on earth would you come here?” She cried, and I looked at Monique for the first time since I met her.
Although blonde, I could perceive it was artificial, or as Granny would say, réalisés dans un bol .” Made in a bowl.
She was not very pretty either, almost just passable, but then I figured, in this business, the men were not truly concerned with their faces. She had laugh lines around her eyes and mouth, so it caused me to think she might be older than I had first assumed.
She too was in an outlandish outfit; her eyes lined with dark black kohl.
“I needed to earn money to take care of my grand, and this seemed like my only option.” I stated sighing.
“Lord chér , and what an option this is. Ma chérie , collect what you need, and make hast from here fast, least she gets her hooks in you.” She whispered, I gasped, then she placed her finger to her lips as some of the other girls came into the room.
“Come, we shall get you set.” She said as she pulled me up from the chair, and I nodded following her.
The thing she called a garter belt, snapped, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. She heard the sound, then turned laughing.
“I’m sorry love, here, let me correct that.” She grinned, as she bent before me, pulled the elastic down, then snapped it back into place.
“Now come, the men will be arriving soon.” She smiled, and I nodded, somewhat ashen.
When we reached the red door, she paused.
“This is where you shall wait. My advice, just do what should come natural, and do not anger her clientele, she gets most displeased.” She said, raised the sleeve to her dressing gown, and I gasped at the marks.
“Now you know, this is why I say make haste petite fille .” Little girl, she said, then hurried down the hall.
I sighed, then frowned.
What had I gotten myself into?
I pushed open the door, and stood astonished.
The entire room was decorated in deep burgundies and red velvet. The sheets were red satin, the pillows deep burgundy, and I frowned as I saw the ropes tied to the bed.
Why ever would someone need ropes?
I questioned myself, then shook my head.
The fetishes of men certainly must be quite debased.
I sat down on the bed, folded my legs under me, then put my head in my hands.
Lord above, what have I done?
Absinthe
House…
“And shall we go now? I grow weary waiting for ye.” Bartholomew whined, and Benjamin frowned.
“I swear, yer like a child waiting for sweets! Good lord above, come along then.” Benjamin snapped, then tugged Bartholomew from the house.
When they reached Madame Soleil’s, Benjamin shoved Bartholomew through the door, and they both paused upon entrance.
“My word, I do believe I have died and gone to heaven.” Bartholomew whispered, and Benjamin gasped.
“I too believe I have just followed suit.” Benjamin replied; as he watched the dark haired woman on the stairs steal her way down, hips swaying, amble bosom scarcely covered to entice him.
He grinned, then cuffed Bartholomew on the back.
However, before Gisela could reach him, Lord Fanning tugged her in the opposite direction; she gave Benjamin a small
Equally, I had no notions that the lord had blessed me with such an ample bosom.
Monique applied what she called make-up, and as I sat at the dressing table looking at my face in the glass, I almost felt as though another person all together was staring back at me.
I looked at Madame in the glass, and she had what appeared to be a baleful grin on her face.
“ Impeccable, tu feras une menthe en monnaie. ” Flawless, you shall make a mint in coin, she grinned, and I frowned.
“See to her.” She commanded Monique clapping her hands, and Monique nodded as Madame left the room.
Monique looked at me in the glass.
“ Chér , have you ever had relations with a man? I must say, I just can’t see it?”
“Yes, once.” I replied, and she laughed.
“My word chil, why on earth would you come here?” She cried, and I looked at Monique for the first time since I met her.
Although blonde, I could perceive it was artificial, or as Granny would say, réalisés dans un bol .” Made in a bowl.
She was not very pretty either, almost just passable, but then I figured, in this business, the men were not truly concerned with their faces. She had laugh lines around her eyes and mouth, so it caused me to think she might be older than I had first assumed.
She too was in an outlandish outfit; her eyes lined with dark black kohl.
“I needed to earn money to take care of my grand, and this seemed like my only option.” I stated sighing.
“Lord chér , and what an option this is. Ma chérie , collect what you need, and make hast from here fast, least she gets her hooks in you.” She whispered, I gasped, then she placed her finger to her lips as some of the other girls came into the room.
“Come, we shall get you set.” She said as she pulled me up from the chair, and I nodded following her.
The thing she called a garter belt, snapped, and I bit my lip to keep from crying out. She heard the sound, then turned laughing.
“I’m sorry love, here, let me correct that.” She grinned, as she bent before me, pulled the elastic down, then snapped it back into place.
“Now come, the men will be arriving soon.” She smiled, and I nodded, somewhat ashen.
When we reached the red door, she paused.
“This is where you shall wait. My advice, just do what should come natural, and do not anger her clientele, she gets most displeased.” She said, raised the sleeve to her dressing gown, and I gasped at the marks.
“Now you know, this is why I say make haste petite fille .” Little girl, she said, then hurried down the hall.
I sighed, then frowned.
What had I gotten myself into?
I pushed open the door, and stood astonished.
The entire room was decorated in deep burgundies and red velvet. The sheets were red satin, the pillows deep burgundy, and I frowned as I saw the ropes tied to the bed.
Why ever would someone need ropes?
I questioned myself, then shook my head.
The fetishes of men certainly must be quite debased.
I sat down on the bed, folded my legs under me, then put my head in my hands.
Lord above, what have I done?
Absinthe
House…
“And shall we go now? I grow weary waiting for ye.” Bartholomew whined, and Benjamin frowned.
“I swear, yer like a child waiting for sweets! Good lord above, come along then.” Benjamin snapped, then tugged Bartholomew from the house.
When they reached Madame Soleil’s, Benjamin shoved Bartholomew through the door, and they both paused upon entrance.
“My word, I do believe I have died and gone to heaven.” Bartholomew whispered, and Benjamin gasped.
“I too believe I have just followed suit.” Benjamin replied; as he watched the dark haired woman on the stairs steal her way down, hips swaying, amble bosom scarcely covered to entice him.
He grinned, then cuffed Bartholomew on the back.
However, before Gisela could reach him, Lord Fanning tugged her in the opposite direction; she gave Benjamin a small
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