The Dark Angel's Brothel

It had taken Erik so long, such a very long time, years even, since the Lair Incident and he felt he was finally coming to grips with it. His new home? The basement levels of a new brothel he had designed and built. A way to fill the empty space, not only did he get a great commission from his Girls but he also had their services offered to him willingly whenever he wanted. He smiled beneath the same mask he had always worn and stepped up out of his basement and up into the brothel, amidst the lavishly decorated corridor. Living here he was respected and wealthier than ever without having to live his life alone. Now he could enjoy the joys of the flesh and simply stay in another person’s company without them cringing away in horror. Yes, here was the place he had always longed to be. A girl not barely eighteen, dressed with a maid’s white blouse, black apron and white tights secured by suspenders to lingerie that kept Erik guessing, he liked that, bounded up to him.
“Master Erik, how are you today?” She only came up to his shoulder and stood next to him adoringly, pecking him on the cheek. “We haven’t seen you all night!”
“I’ve been busy Elise, but I’m here now. How has everything up here been going?” He took her hand and walked down the corridor, Elise followed at his side.
“Profit is up with a new influx of clients, Sir. I’m free for now though Sir…” She caressed his hand and rubbed her head against his arm in a very feline manner. Erik smirked again and put his arm around Elise, she was one of his favourites. Already broken in when she had arrived she had always been the most submissive and affectionate.
“I will check on the quality of your services later, though I do look forward to it, I believe we have another girl? A new one?” Erik reached down her back and pinched the firm flesh causing Elise to grin and blush.
“Yes Sir, she is in the holding room, next to your door. Anything else I can get you for her?” Elise offered, slightly jealous that this new girl was to get attention from her Master but it was necessary to expand the business. All Elise wanted to do was help Erik expand something else that had nothing to do with finances or his voyeuristic tendencies.
“No thank you Child. I have everything I require down stairs. I must do my rounds first though, you understand.” He added taking his hand from her
“Yes Master. I’ll get back to my duties now.” Elise scampered away in her little black shoes to the room where she did most of her work. Each of the girls had a working room, decorated in a way to match her services. Elise played many roles to her clients, her current was part of a maid fantasy, quite obvious from the dress, and so her work room was decorated such. However, the girls ate, slept and rested in their dorms. Erik’s design naturally, a replicate of the ballet rat’s dorms back in the Opera House, with a large mirror in the centre of the wall. All the girls knew that at any time he could be behind there and took every opportunity to dress in front of it, hoping to earn his favour.

Erik dressed, as a gentleman should. Pristine white shirt that he had Elise do for him, black velvet waistcoat and formal trousers, all of which sat beneath a beautiful top hat, shorter than most but striking still. He walked to each of the working girl’s rooms, peering in through the peep hole, used as previews for new clients. He saw one of the older girls, around twenty five, with a female client, the view distracting him from his rounds momentarily. Watching Helen sucking the pert breasts of her client made his trousers slightly more constricted, his temperature rise and his palms grow moist. He watched for a little longer as the girl beneath Helen squirmed in pleasure and held Helen all the more closer. Moving on before he lost any more control of his usually vigilant manners he stopped at the next room. Candy, a girl whose strawberry blond hair was in two pony tails either side of her head was apparently doing her homework, crouched over a desk, while a man, many years her senior did his best to be her baby sitter and assault her. To a passer by one would think that poor Candy was being raped but Erik had a strict code of conduct and personally ran checks on all clients before allowing them access to his premises. Each girl with their own assigned safe word, should they utter it, no matter how quietly, the client would stop. Erik had his ways of knowing if his girls were being abused past what they agreed to, the offending clients often finding themselves in the basement for Erik’s use. Usually to help break in new girls bought from various places. Human trade, though extremely illegal was doing a booming trade in Paris and Erik took full advantage of it. Peering inside yet another room he saw one of his favourite girls to watch. Indeed he even had a mirror installed in the room and a couch for him to sit on so he could watch. Vanessa. Clad in thigh high leather boots, an impressively painful cane in her gloved hands and an ebony mask over her eyes she was looming over a pitiful male client hanging by his wrists from the ceiling in a room made to look like a dungeon. Though, nothing like the dungeon that lay below the whole brothel. His genitals tied tight with cord and bulging red in unnatural places she mercilessly struck the quivering member with the bamboo, making the client cry out in a strange mix of pleasure and pain. She saw the shadow at the door and blew Erik a kiss before striking the man again laughing. Erik smiled again, he loved his life, nothing could replace Christine, but she betrayed him, something that turned his undying love for her into anger. He had a task to do, clearing his mind he thought about just what he’d have to do. Erik not only owned the Brothel and had a hand in its every day running, he also trained any new girls that he or his admin girl brought from various underground markets. He loved his job, they submitted to him rather quickly usually. Once they realised that he would treat them kindly as long as they did as told the girls were quick to thank him. Only one hadn’t submitted to him, he was still working on her but she was an extremely strong spirit, but a challenge that Erik took on when feeling in a particularly contemptuous mood. Quickening his pace he turned back towards his rooms, his level and peered into the holding room.