The Dark Angel's Brothel

They arrived in the foyer as their client was in mid conversation with a portly gentleman.

“Ah, hello Elise, how wonderful for you to join us.” He ignored Opium and took Elise’s hand, signaling farewell to the other gentlemen who looked envious as he took the two girls with him.

“Has it been a week already Sir? How time flies.” He smiled and patted her head, she opened the door for him and the trio walked in.  As soon as the door shut she drove the bolt home and turned to Opium, her manner changing instantly to accusatory

“I know what you did.” Opium looked up confused, looking to the client who was settling down in an armchair and opening up a newspaper. Elise poked a finger into Opium’s chest

“I know you slept with him. I know that he let you stay in his bed after you fucked him and that’s not acceptable. So Master Tom here is going to teach you how things go around here.” At the mention of his name he stood up and nodded

“This is your first time no? Well, just follow instructions, don’t speak unless spoken to and strip. Now, come on quickly!” Opium started taking off her carefully selected clothes, Elise arrived behind her to assist in taking off the complicated clasps of her new dressy corset.  He watched, circling them both, eagerly awaiting to take this new girl.  He loved the new ones, so nervous and scared and awkward.  Opium stood in only her stockings, her arms around her body awkwardly trying to protect herself from his ravenous gaze.

“Why don’t you put your hands to good use, undress me, fold all my clothes as you take them off, I don’t want them creased.  I’ve a wife to go home to after this and want to look good.”  Opium’s small hands trembled as she reached up to unbutton his shirt, ignoring the dark circles of perspiration under his arms, biting her lip she took a deep breath and showed as little emotion as possible while she removed his trousers and placed all his clothing neatly over the chair.

“I’ve heard you’ve been a very naughty girl. Is that true?” he asked, looking over her apraisingly

“Well…” She was interrupted as he took her chin in his hand

“I know you’ve been naughty, I don’t want your excuses.  Now, you’d better behave for me lest I tell Erik that you did not service me properly, he has quite the creative mind for punishments so I’ve heard.”  Opium nodded gravely, “Kneel on the bed facing away.”  Quickly following orders she climbed up and faced away from him, hoping to get this over with as soon as possible.  Surely not all clients could be like this? Her brief thoughts were interrupted as Master Tom bent her over and gave her rump a light slap, enough to redden but not to damage.

“Well, this won’t take long, just looking at you is bringing me to life. Elise, get me hard so I’m ready for this.” Elise scrambled to her feet and knelt at his, taking his member between her experienced hands she licked the tip and appeared to swallow the whole thing.  Letting out a moan of enjoyment Master Tom clutched at her hair as Elise pleasured him enthusiastically.  Quickly he grabbed her hair, pulling her away and stood behind Opium, his hands on her hips.

“This won’t hurt a bit.”  Using the thick saliva on his member he spread it around her ass and as Opium realised what was going to happen rammed himself into her, withdrawing just as quickly and beginning a pounding rhythm that left Opium with no breath to express her pain.  Elise crawled to her ear and grinned

“You deserve this, every last bit. Coming in here like you own the place and sleeping with Master Erik.  You don’t even know him! How dare you be so presumptuous? If you ever tell Him about this I’ll make it so you disappear, you understand?” Giving her nipple a harsh pinch Elise blew a kiss to the man sodomising Opium who grinned through clenched teeth as gave one last thrust, emptying his load into her.  It was over before Opium realised what was happening, and more importantly; why.  Quickly grabbing Opium’s hair he turned her to face him and pushed his quickly decreasing length into her mouth, letting her taste the experience he’d given her.

“My work here is done.  Thanks Elise, see you next week darling.”  He withdrew from Opium and went to Elise, she led him to an adjoining room with a bath and settled him in it.  Opium hadn’t moved, she was shocked at the treatment she had received that was so similar to her first encounter with the men who Erik stored below.  Her skin broke out in goosebumps as nausea settled in her stomach.  Was this what awaited her in her new job?  All this training and she had believed that the clients would be nicer, be gentler and it wouldn’t be so bad.  Elise once more brought her back to attention with a slap to her face.

“Get out of my sight.  Go sleep in the dorms you aren’t welcome here with me anymore.  If Erik finds out anything is amiss you will pay.”  She spat the last words out and pushed Opium off the bed “Go!”  She found her feet quickly and grabbed the sheet from the bed, wrapping it round her she ran through the corridor and out towards the bathrooms the girls used, tears of pain and shame falling down her face. 

 

Erik looked at the clouds surrounding the moon and sighed, his breath disappearing into the night air.  Elise, the girl was driving him crazy with her insolence.  And what a pity, she had had so much promise.  It was good that she would be married off earlier, less tension within his House was all the better for the others. Himself included.  Perhaps he had been too affectionate with her, though he’d never had many problems with disobedience on such a scale.  The townsmen were happy to frequent a brothel run by a mysterious masked man, eccentric some said, all part of the show some said.  Erik had a good life here, he was grateful that his pain from the opera had dimmed and he was starting to perhaps fill the gap that Christine had left.  Opium.  Looking at the brown paper package in his hand he stroked the top with a gloved finger.  The drug could bring about such a sweet, relaxed and peaceful side of him, Nadir still supplied him with small packets of it. Opium.  The girl, that sweet little girl that lowered his defences and caressed him with her very presence.  Was he a fool to lose control and let her stay that night in his bed? His shoes crunched through the snow as he used the back entrance to his Home and descended the stairs briskly, time to do his rounds before the brothel closed and his Girls retired to wash and sleep.  Propping open the door to his study with one foot he tossed his winter coat inside and straightened up his clothing. He had an image to retain after all. 

 

Slipping into his corridors of mirrors he looked into Vanessa’s room on his way to the mirror that would lead him to the working corridor. She had her thighs wrapped around the face of a bound man whose toes were wriggling with delight.  Moving swiftly he slipped out of the hidden entrance behind a velvet curtain and did a quick lap of the foyer, meeting and greeting the stragglers who were on their way home fully satiated.  Nodding curtly to Helen he checked into the rooms, the majority of which were empty and dark aside from two.  One had an exhausted Candy yawning and putting her room back in order, she stretched, her pert breasts pushed towards the door Erik couldn’t help but smile beneath the mask at the girl who seemed oblivious to his presence.  Shaking his head he moved to the only other window with light and saw Elise.  His interest piqued at the thought of seeing Opium with her first client but he was disappointed to see that only Elise and Tom were inside.  Tom was smoking a pipe, lying on the bed fully clothed while Elise lay next to him in her lingerie.  They were talking in low tones, socialising, which was something Erik disapproved of.  His girls were there to do a job, finish their job and let the customer leave quickly; any extra time spent on a client who has already finished the purpose of his visit is wasted time.  However, Erik was not going to go in and remind her that while Tom was there, the discipline could wait.  He congratulated himself at marrying off the girl who was becoming more and more troublesome; as he went to leave his eyes scanned the room and saw the outfit he had given to Opium for her first client.  Bundled in the corner so carelessly.  After all the effort he had put into acquiring it and this was how she treated it, why wasn’t she still in there with the client, the girls were not permitted to leave clients on their own and had to stay with them until the end of the session.  Annoyed Erik left the door and walked quickly, his feet making no sound to the girl’s corridor, straight to the Elise’s room.  Peeking his head in he expected her to be on the bed but the room was empty and showed no signs of any occupancy for the night.  Closing the door carefully and quietly he walked across to the Girl’s dorm.  Knocking purely as a polite gesture he let himself in and looked around quietly.

“Opium, are you there?”  He called softly, he heard nothing and began to call again when he heard a stifled sob.  Moving towards the sound he uncovered a small girl, his Opium, his delight, her face red and wrinkled with tears and smudged make up.  His anger at the discarded clothes uncharacteristically  melted immediately as he took her chin in her hand and raised it up to look at him

“My child, what has happened to you?”  She shook her head, her eyes widening with fear even as she moved closer, seeking the comforting warmth of his embrace.  He recognised the fear, an emotion he was all too good at rearing in anyone but also recognised that this was not fear of him.

“You must speak if we are to resolve this issue.” He pushed her, but not too hard, she was clearly very upset and he felt a stirring in his chest of some emotion he thought he lost.

“My first client..with Elise.. I cannot say Master, it pains me to disobey you but I fear a worse fate should I utter a word.  Needless to say I must move into the main dorm with the other girls.”  Erik nodded, of course, it clicked, it all came together.  He had paired Opium with Elise thinking that pairing the new girl with someone experienced was a good idea.  And it was. Until the previous night. His mind drifted back to the soft pale skin, her sweet lips leaving kisses on his neck that warmed his blood.  His mind retraced the steps he had taken that morning, placing all objects where they had been at the beginning of that blissful night and where they were this morning.  His photographic memory revealed all, the pillows the same, the chairs the same but his pipe, his pipe which he had carelessly discarded on the floor.  It was like somebody had taken a crayon and circled in distracting red the pipe that had moved to the table.  Only one girl knew how to find him there.

“Elise.” He murmured, Opium nodded

“Yes Master, she has taken me to my first client and allowed him to do – things – to me.  Like Them.  Last night Master, she saw us.  I didn’t tell her I swear.” He nodded

“Do not worry child, she will be gone sooner than planned, I shall contact Gregory and have him collect Elise tomorrow afternoon. I’m tired of these games and I’m tired of her, she is becoming troublesome and disobedient and I will not accept that.  I will give you your own room Opium, just for you, it is well away from hers. You would do well to avoid her until her removal.” Getting up he patted her head and strode to the door. “Good night opium, it will all change shortly.”

Erik was beyond livid.  He gripped his hand around the Punjab in his pocket, squeezing tightly.  How dare she? How dare she bring in a client in their private affairs.  If Elise was to be gone tomorrow, he would give her a session she would never forget in all her days.  And know that if she ever returned here without permission, in his Brothel, what was waiting for her.  Striding purposefully he reached his study door and unlocked it quickly.  Not bothering to lock the door behind him he merely closed it and wrote the letter for Gregory while he tamed the rage that was threatening to consume him.