Red Light Royal

Jade bent down to pick up the coins tossed at her. “Here’s your payment slut; be a good girl and come here.” The man began to unbutton his pants. Fucking great, another blowjob for another f*****g cunt. She hated her life. Hated being a slave and hated the master that owned her. It could be worse though, she thought, I could be working in the mines. Being human; her options in life were limited. With werewolves and other supernaturals ruling the work, being human put her at the bottom of the food chain. The options most humans faced with were servant or slave. If a human complied with neither? They were sent to the mines; and if they were even more unlucky a vampire food bank. Jade was neither lucky or unlucky. She was found on the streets when she was two years old wrapped in a dark purple blanket with gold thread. One of the w***e houses had picked her up, deciding that she would be beautiful enough when she was older to make them some coin. So from that moment on she was Jade; slave of the red light district. She was expected to empty chamber pots daily, cook in the kitchen, clean the bedrooms, and mend clothing as soon as she was able to. The lady of the house, Dame Dracilla, did not permit under age workers in her house so Harper was safe for a while. At the age of fifteen she started to learn the rules and the tricks of the trade. She learned how to dress, how to act, how to seduce and entice, and eventually how to please a man; or in most cases a werewolf. She was used to werewolves being her clientele the most. Something about her scent and a tingle they would get from her touch. The man in front of her right now was one such customer. She rolled her eyes as the wolf dragged her forward from picking up the coins, impatient to begin. At least I can’t get a disease from them she thought as the wolf started to urge her to open her mouth. She charged one steel coin for a handjob, five for blowjob. When she worked in the house at night, it was two gold coins for anal and five for vaginal. Dame Dracilla permitted the girls to work the streets if they only did handjobs or blowjobs. She always said the downstairs and the skin was for the house and if they were paying the coin, expect the hand and blow jobs as part of the fee. “Oh Goddess that is good.” The john moaned as he started to pump into her mouth. Jade hummed in compliance. She reached up and started to fondle the John’s balls, hoping he would finish faster. She had to get to the Dame’s house before curfew, she didn’t want to be caught on the streets otherwise. Werewolves were stiflers for rules. she had always been able to sweet talk her way out of punishments for being out past curfew, but even her luck could run out at any god forsaken time. The last worker who was caught was flogged in the square. Surviving on their looks alone, scars basically meant you starved in this game. Either that or you were sold to the mines. Jade did not want to have either of those things happen. Being a prostitute was basically the highest position you could get as a human. She had been lucky they had decided to take her in when they did. She could make her own money, go to certain stores and buy things, they were even given medical care if they were sick. At least, the successful ones were. The more John’s you had asking for you, the better. It cemented where you were in the pecking order for the workers. Jade was slightly on the popular end. Werewolves had money, and when you made a man tingle like she did; you ended up making a lot of it. The one rule Dame Dracilla had at her house was that werewolves came first. If she was with a paying client, and a werewolf requested her right in the middle of a f**k, she had to stop and go wash herself thoroughly before attending them. It probably had to do with the fact that the Dame was a werewolf as well. The country was also run by the werewolf royal family. “Oh goddess, I’m coming!” The john shuddered as he finished in her mouth. She discreetly spit his seed to the ground and wiped her mouth. “How much for another round?” He panted as his limp d**k began to harden again. God, werewolves and their s*x drive she rolled her eyes inwardly so the wolf wouldn’t see her annoyance. “That’s it for this evening, but you can always come to the Lush Garden for some more fun.” She winked at him, giving him her biggest smile. She got up off of the ground and exited the alley where they were. She had just enough time to get a meat pie before heading to the brothel. She thought again of how the werewolf royal family took over eighteen years ago. It was about at the time she was found in the street. The Lycans who did rule at the time were betrayed by one of the royal guards. If they were still around, I could have bought myself to freedom by now and own land she mused. The Lycans were one of the few supernatural beings who were lenient with humans. Under their rule, a human was able to own a business and land, and live normally. The werewolves did not like having a ‘lower species’ treated as an equal- so the purge of the Lycan throne began. Superstitious beings said there was one lycan left who would destroy the werewolf hold, but Jade knew that was just a fairy tale. Her favorite bakery was just about to close when she got there. “Two meat pies?” The old man said as she walked into the establishment. “You know me so well, sir.” She purred at the old man, making him blush. “No charge today.” He handed her the wrapped pies, slightly brushing her hand in the process.” “Now, Mister Fighs, you know I don’t take anything for free. I always pay what’s owed.” She pouted her lips at him. It was a kind of game they always did when she became of age in the district. She knew he always fancied her, but he never actually bought any of her services before. He was one of those rare wolves who cherished his mate. But that didn’t mean he couldn’t appreciate beauty when he saw it. “It’s for your birthday, Lady Jade, happy twenty first!” He winked at her, blushing again. “Aww, thanks Mister Fighs, I just knew you were too sweet to taste.” She licked her lips in a leisurely circle, making the old man cough and turn a bright red. “Hurry along now, curfews coming.” He shooed her out the door. In the distance, a bell chimed. Six rings, then a small silence, followed by a single ring. Six fifteen, she needed to hurry. Seven was curfew for humans. She thanked him again and rushed out the door, running down the street. It would take her ten minutes to make it to the brothel from there, that was if she were to stick to the main streets. She always took an unorthodox route. She raced across the street to the alley, put the meat pies safely into her large right pocket, and scaled a water drain pipe on the side of a building. She made it to the roof and began running across the tiles. Hopefully, the guards would not see her again. She had been warned before about running on roofs, but she couldn’t help herself. Not only was it the fasted way ‘home’, but it always gave her a small sense of freedom. She made it to the brothel in record time, and her birthday luck was holding out, not a guard in sight that evening. She went to the back door and used her key to let herself in. Her shift started at seven, so she had a little over thirty five minutes to get a bath and prepare herself. She was in the middle of stuffing one of her meat pies into her mouth when someone called her name from the front of the house. “Jade! You better be here, you damn girl!” Dame Dracilla was in a mood, she could tell from the yelling. Just great, I thought I was going to be lucky today “Here!” She called as she swallowed the dry pastry, almost coughing. “I am just about to get ready.” “Come here, girl!” She called to her again. Jade could tell it was from the greeting room in the front of the house. Johns would make their choice of worker for the evening in that room. It was set up as a regular greeting room, with tables and sofas for clients to sit and ladies to recline on. Liquor and food was offered to the clientele as well. “Yes, Dame?” Jade asked when she entered the room, holding a curtsy. “Stand and come, girl.” Dame Dracilla indicated the seat in the sofa next to her. Jade quickly rose and joined her. “I have a request for you tonight from a Count.” She began. “He was newly appointed by the werewolf king this morning. He wants to ‘celebrate’ in a special way and has heard about you and you touch. So he has bought your services for the whole evening for himself.” Dame Dracilla showed Jade the correspondence. “I will get ready at once then, Dame.” She began to rise, but the Dame indicated for her to wait. Jade paused and sat back down. “This Count is known for ‘eccentric’ tastes in the bedroom.” She looked at Jade in what was almost sympathy. “If he tries something, we can’t use the safe word this time. He paid five hundred gold coins just for the privilege.” Fucking hell she thought. Usually that meant the werewolf liked either whip play or had some sort of fetish. She couldn’t afford any scars on her body. That meant the whole night she would be dancing on a line of trying to please the customer and also not damaging herself in the process. “I understand. I’ll go and wash thoroughly.” Werewolves could get territorial during s*x, and smelling other males could send them into a rut, which could be deadly for a human. She hoped that this evening she would come out unscathed.