Red Light Royal

Dusk until Dawn

Jade went to her assigned room of the house. It had wallpaper with a peacock theme to it and the floor was a rich red carpet that she hated. Any liquid on it would take hours of cleaning just to get rid of the smell. There was a king sized bed in the center of the farthest wall away, with deep purple silk sheets on it and pillows of various sizes in greens and golds. The bed itself had four wooden posts in that had been painted silver. Each post had a ring on it, for those who preferred to bind or be bound during her sessions.

In the corner was a wooden trunk, one that unfortunately she would have to unlock tonight. In it were whips, rope, gags, and much much more. Implements of pleasure and pain that every room had, but all workers hoped they wouldn’t need. Melody had only ever opened this box once before, and that memory always made her shudder.

The night of her eighteenth birthday, the night her virginity was auctioned off. She remembered that day and shook herself a little. She had gone for forty gold coins that night for the pleasure of a bar owner. She remembered how he had smelled of stale beer and body odor. He had had his mate sit in the corner and watch as he had her strapped to the bed and started to whip her.

She had endured quite a bit before the whip really began to hurt. When she had used the safe word ‘banana’ he had ignored her and continued whipping. It wasn’t until she was screaming that word repeatedly before Dame Dracilla had stepped in and stopped the wolf. He had almost ripped her back open by the time she had gotten there.

The Dames excuse for ruining the patrons session was that he couldn’t damage her wares, so he toned it down and stopped with the whip. When the Dame had left, he gagged her and hurt her in other ways. She had told him not to damage or break the skin, not that he couldn’t bruise it.

She had wound up looking like the peacock wallpaper, covered in bruises from her neck to her toes. He left her face untouched, just to please the Dame. After hours of beating and bruising, he had finally done the deed, forcing himself into her. He had barely gone five minutes after breaking her hymen before he finally climaxed. His mate sat in the corner the whole time, silent and watchful.

Jade had a small speck of sympathy for the wolf, watching her towards the end. She knew a mated pare felt when the other cheated, she heard it was like having hot pokers shoved into your heart and needles pushed into your skin. His mate had sat there, with bruises barely covered on her own body. Her eyes held tears as she silently cried, and dared not make a sound.

Jade knew that werewolves healed faster than humans. So if a bruise was on a wolf for longer than an hour or two, it usually meant a break had happened. The johns mate had sat there from dusk until midnight, still with the same bruises.

She went to the wall on the left where a bath was waiting for her in a steel clawfoot tub. It was large enough to hold three people at a time. She stripped and threw her used clothes down a chute beside the tub. The chute would lead to the laundry at the basement of the building. Every room had them for easy cleanup. Her assigned color was purple, so any purple garments or sheets would be washed and returned to her room.

She hopped into the hot water and began to rinse herself vigorously, even swishing some of the water around her mouth with the suds of soap. One could not be too careful where scents were involved. She scrubbed vigorously from head to toe, making sure to really get her private area. She drained the tub and rinsed off with the attached hose. She hopped out once rinsed and refilled the water. Maybe he’s into water play? She asked herself hopeful.

She went to the closet to the right of the tub and pulled out a purple thong and corset. She cinched herself up and stepped into the thong once she had dried herself off. She brushed out her raven colored hair and braided it into one long strand. She used coal to accentuate her jade green eyes and looked at her reflection in the mirror. Her eyes were probably her best feature she thought to herself. The jade green color was ringed by a rich purple, and extremely unusual color for a human. She huffed to herself. It was why all of her things were purple and peacock themed. Dame Dracilla had always called her the exotic little bird she had lucked upon.

Giving herself the once over, she donned the purple shift that matched her lingerie. She had three minutes to spare, so she hurried down the stairs back to the receiving room, waiting for the count to arrive.

She went to the receiving area and sat at a couch in the corner with two other women, the only couch that had a red rope stationed around it; warning would-be patrons the the ladies in the section were already reserved and paid for.

Right at seven, the doors to the house were opened. She could hear the women on the second floor who were charged with dancing and enticing men from the balcony. She knew they would be similarly dressed to her.

The patrons came and went and girl after girl were used and returned; sometimes worse off then when they left. It was over an hour of waiting and Jade was starting to get a little hopeful that the Duke had forgotten he had bought her services.

Just as she had thought that, a large carriage arrived at the doors of the house; the horses pulling it neighed loudly and stomped the ground. Pretty soon a man entered the house, reeking of pomp and too much wealth. He looked around and then smiled as the Dame approached him.

“Duke Gammar, so nice of you to join us this evening!” Dame Dracilla held out a hand and curtsied to the man. He took it and kissed her fingers delicately.

He was tall, about six four and towered over the petite Dame. That was all he had going for him though jade thought. His limbs weee long and thin with very little muscle tone to them. His head looked to be a size too small for his frame, and his head was covered in a greasy black hair that hung in strands. His eyes, she saw as he scanned the room, were a beady black; reminding her of a rat.

“The pleasure is all mine, Dame. Now, what pleasures do you have for me this evening?” She saw him eye a few of the women in the room, his eyes lingering on some more than others; licking his lips as if he were eyeing pastries lined up.

The Dame lead him over to Jade and she stood and curtsied as the pair came closer. “This is the one you heard about and reserved, my lord. I hope you find her to your liking.” The Dukes eyes roved over Jade, making her feel dirty already. He smiled at her and motioned her to stand and turn.

“Very nice, very nice indeed.” His smile made Jade want to gag. His teeth were yellow and pointed, making her comparison to a rat hit home. “I trust she is compliant and obedient?”

“She has been trained well, and should pleasure you greatly.” The Dame beamed at the Duke and when he turned to Jade again, she shot her a warning glare. Obviously warning Jade to not act out of turn.

Jade rolled her eyes a little as the Duke turned to the room again. “I was thinking of adding a few more to the mix as well; any suggestions?”

Jade saw Dame Dracilla wince a little, obviously not wanting to risk any more of her girls on the whims of the Duke. “They are all trained well to work together my lord. Might I suggest to choose the ones that catch your fancy?”

Duke Gammar studied the room, “that one and that one should suffice.” He pointed to a skinny blond in a light pink shift named Dahlias and a new girl named Ruby who had hair the color of carrots who wore a lime green color.

Jade had worked with Dahlias before, some patrons liking the yin yang look they both gave off, but Ruby had only been in the Dame’s employ for about a month. She was bought when she had just turned eighteen, so she was still skittish about her new trade in life. Jade only hoped that the girl wouldn’t get them killed. Dahlias and Ruby joined Jade, the trio leaning against each other seductively in front of the Duke.

“Will these three suffice then, my lord?” Dame Dracilla asked the man, hoping not to loose any more workers; Jade was sure.

“That will do. Now, where to from here.” Duke Gammar asked her.

“Jade, my dear girl, lead our most esteemed guest to his prepared quarters for this evening.” Dame Dracilla called her forward.

Jade sauntered to the Duke, letting her hips sway to and fro. She gently brought her arms under the Dukes offered one and gently took it like she was a grand lady.

“This way, my lord.” She purred and smiled at the Duke seductively, letting her fingers trail over his bare wrist. She caught the moment her magic touch affected the Duke, his beady eyes glazing slightly. She could see his member start to tent his pants almost instantly. Maybe I’ll just have to keep touching the bastard to make this easy on us tonight. Jade slightly smirked as she lead the man up the stairs to her room, Dahlias and Ruby following behind.

When they made it to the peacock suite, Jade led the Duke to her bed. It had been freshly stripped and remade by the staff as she waited down stairs, the room smelling more fresh than it had in months. “Now, how might we please or master this evening?” Dahlias asked as she closed the door behind them, slinking out of her shift and dangling it over her shoulder. Jade and Ruby followed Dahlias’s lead, she was the senior in this group after all.

“Where to begin, then?” Duke Gammar smiled from the bed. Jade cringed inwardly at the smile. It made the hairs on the nape of her neck stand on end. The Duke looked around the room, taking everything in. His eyes settled on the unlocked box in the corner, his smile turning deadly. “That looks like a fun place to start.”