The Dark Angel's Brothel

The girls giggled as they all walked down the street behind Erik, pointing at the dresses and nick nacks in shop windows. Opium tried to take it all in, walking slightly funny from the foreign objects currently inserted into her. Looking at the other girls they seemed not to notice and walked as gracefully as ever, she tried to match their gait, however her nether regions still smarted from yesterday’s less than pleasant treatment and she decided that walking with a harness got better with practise. Erik swooped into a shop where upon the shop keeper bowed to him and then to each of the girls. They all giggled and kissed his cheeks, making the old man blush and eliciting smile from Erik.
“Ah Monsier Erik, you have returned once more to grace me with your presence.” Erik tipped his hat at the old man and nodded
“I have indeed. It’s time for our shop and I believe the girls are in need of more clothing?” He turned to them smiling and they all squealed at him and nodded with various yells of agreement. The man nodded, removing the tape measure from around his neck and holding it up
“So who’s first?” All attention went to Opium who stood nervously at the back of the group, almost in Erik’s shadow. He put his arm around her shoulders and brought her to the old tailor.
“She is my newest, joined us only a few days ago and is still in training. Perhaps you could tailor a set of clothes in my usual tastes for her? And another for when she first services a client alone, I would be most grateful.” The tailor nodded and began holding the tape against her arms, around her waist, taking all the appropriate measurements under the keen eye of Erik. Erik himself could tailor the girls clothes if he so desired, but one of the many perks of owning a brothel was that he was never short of money and preferred not to spend hours making something when he could pay someone else to. Also, his logic told him that the girls enjoyed money so that they could buy things with it. Things that he deemed unnecessary but understood that the girls may like them. As far as he was concerned, if the girls were happy, so was he since they worked well when they were looked after. It was one of the reasons his brothel was well renowned and so popular. His girls wanted to work for him and enjoyed what they did. They didn’t come across as scared, shy slave girls who had to be restrained and could not properly service their clients. His girls were well looked after, and personally trained by him so why wouldn’t they be the best? Opium was released from the tailor or scribbled down her measurements and took out Erik’s folder where all his girls measurements were written. He turned to each girl in turn and asked them what it was they wanted, what trim, what cut, how short, how long. Erik turned his attention to Opium, she sat quietly staring out the window, seemingly preoccupied with thought. Silently sliding into the chair opposite he leaned forward while the other girls were busy exploring the new materials in the shop and spoke softly.
“I know this is all strange to you, but you will settle down in time. If nothing else, you’ll earn your money and then leave. Once you can pay me what I paid for you plus appreciation for the skills I will teach you, you may leave. However, if you choose to stay, once you reach a certain age I will find a husband for you, a nice respectable man with a large estate, good natured and wealthy. You would live out the rest of your years in complete comfort and want for nothing. What is troubling you child?” He lifted her chin with one warm, gloved hand making her eyes meet his and holding her there.
“They all seem so happy. So care free. Why?” he nodded and leaned back, settling in his chair and watching the street outside the tailors.
“Most have been here for several years since I first started and have gotten used to my ways. I am a very particular man, I like things done in a certain order and if you follow my rules you will be happy. They all started out the same way you did. I bought them from a slave market and took them to my home, broke them in, trained them up, taught them to love me and respect me. They want for nothing. Meals; I provide, lodging; I provide, every night they get to explore themselves, push their limits and have my protection. Should any man who dare come to my home and harm my girls they find themselves in a most uncomfortable position. I allow them out once or twice a week and they enjoy these trips out, but ultimately, there is nothing out here that they don’t have at home. Even companionship can be found within my walls. Between the girls and myself. I’m quite affectionate towards all of them, and when you complete your training, you will be no exception. Of course they are happy, why wouldn’t they be?” He kept his head turned towards the street, but his eyes watched her reactions as she nodded and stared blankly out.
“Yes Master, I understand. Thank you for taking me in. I hope to serve you as best as I can.” He smiled and patted his lap with his hands.
“Come here child. I know you will serve me otherwise you would have left our company while we were walking.” She got up and sat on his lap, his arms circled round her waist and she leaned back against him, using his shoulder as a pillow as the other girls flew around comparing cuts.

Aside from one.

Elise watched her Master and the girl together on the chair from behind a dark swathe of silk. Her bright blue eyes narrowing as they shared such an intimate embrace alone. Her hands clenched around the silk, crinkling it up into a poisonous star flower and hid behind it, turning to face a wall of colourful cloths. How dare she? How dare she swoop in and steal Master Erik from her? A thin smile of comfort marred her face as she assured herself that as Elise’s trainer, it was she who was mostly likely to be able to rid the house of the girl. Rubbing the back of her wrist with her thumb she nodded to herself and pasted on her happy smile before prancing out as the tailor finished with the girls. Erik nudged Elise off his lap and he stood up, holding the door open for his girls as they skipped out, giving the tailor a farewell kiss. The men shook hands, the tailor informing Erik that their clothes would be ready upon their next visit in a week and Erik assured the man he’d pay for the creations as he received them. Skipping down the street they came across a sweet store and stared in from the window, Erik laughed and pushed them towards the door, keeping a casual eye on Opium who seemed to have brightened considerably. Piling into the small store he stood close to the door and watched with a content smile on his face as the girls pointed from jar to jar.

As they entered the house Erik lead the girls to their usual routine of going to his office. Each girl got onto the table and knelt, letting him slip the key into the lock and releasing them from their harness. Giving each a kiss and a quick, gentle touch before patting their behinds and letting them go on their way. Elise waited outside the door for Opium as Erik muttered something into the younger girl’s ear. His hand on her breast through her clothes and pressing, Opium’s eyes half lidded as she nodded and replied with a quiet
“Yes Master.” A quiet his was all the noise she made as he removed her harness and told her to see Elise about how to clean them. Nodding she was given a slow kiss, Erik’s lips leaving a hot taste in her mouth before being excused.


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