Slave
1491 Words
I bent down to pick up the coins tossed at me. “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. I hated my life. Hated being a slave and hated the master that owned me. It could be worse though, I thought, I could be working in the mines.
Being human; my options in life were limited. With werewolves and other supernaturals ruling the world, being human put me 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.
I was neither lucky nor unlucky. I was found on the streets when I was three years old wrapped in a dark purple blanket with gold thread. One of the w***e houses had picked me up, deciding that I would be beautiful enough when I was older to make them some coin. So from that moment on I was Jade; slave of the red light district.
I was expected to empty chamber pots daily, cook in the kitchen, clean the bedrooms, and mend clothing as soon as I was able to. The lady of the house, Dame Dracilla, did not permit under age workers in her house so I was safe for a while. At the age of fifteen I started to learn the rules and the tricks of the trade.
I 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. I was used to werewolves being my clientele the most. Something about my scent and a tingle they would get from my touch. The man in front of me right now was one such customer, eager to use me as his p***s bobbed before my eyes.
I rolled my eyes as the wolf dragged me forward from picking up the coins, impatient to begin. At least I can’t get a disease from them I thought as the wolf started to urge me to open my mouth. I charged one steel coin for a handjob, five for blowjob. When I worked in the house at night, it was two gold coins for anal and five for vaginal. Dame Dracilla permitted us girls to work the streets if we only did handjobs or blowjobs. She always said the downstairs and the skin was for the house and if the customers 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 my mouth. I hummed in compliance as I reached up and started to fondle the John’s balls, hoping he would finish faster. I had to get to the Dame’s house before curfew, I didn’t want to be caught on the streets otherwise. Werewolves were stiflers for rules. I had always been able to sweet talk my way out of punishments for being out past curfew, but even my 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.
I did not want to have either of those things happen. Being a prostitute was basically the second highest position you could get as a human. I had been lucky they had decided to take me in when they did. I could make my own money, go to certain stores and buy things, we were even given medical care if we were sick. At least, the most successful of us were.
The more regulars you had asking for you, the better. It cemented where you were in the pecking order for the workers. I was slightly on the popular end. Werewolves had money, and when you made a man tingle like I did; you ended up making a lot of it.
The one rule Dame Dracilla had at her house was that werewolves came first. If I was with a paying client, and a werewolf requested me right in the middle of a f**k, I had to stop and go wash myself 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 wolf shuddered as he finished in my mouth. I discreetly spit his seed to the ground and wiped my mouth. “How much for another round?” He panted as his limp d**k began to harden again.
God, werewolves and their s*x drive I rolled my eyes inwardly so the wolf wouldn’t see my annoyance. “That’s it for this evening, but you can always come to the Lush Garden for some more fun.” I winked at him, giving him my biggest smile. I got up off of the ground and exited the alley where we were. I had just enough time to get a meat pie before heading to the brothel.
I thought again of how the werewolf royal family took over eighteen years ago. It was about at the time I 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 I 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 I knew that was just a fairy tale.
My favorite bakery was just about to close when I got there. “Two meat pies?” The old man said as I walked into the establishment.
“You know me so well, sir.” I purred at the old man, making him blush.
“No charge today.” He handed me the wrapped pies, slightly brushing my hand in the process.
“Now, Mister Fighs, you know I don’t take anything for free. I always pay what’s owed.” I pouted my lips at him. It was a kind of game we always did when I became of age in the district. I knew he always fancied me, but he never actually bought any of my 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 me, blushing again.
“Aww, thanks Mister Fighs, I just knew you were too sweet to taste.” I licked my lips in a leisurely circle, making the old man cough and turn a bright red.
“Hurry along now, curfews coming.” He shooed me out the door. In the distance, a bell chimed. Six rings, then a small silence, followed by a single ring. Six fifteen, I needed to hurry. Seven was curfew for humans.
I thanked him again and rushed out the door, running down the street. It would take me ten minutes to make it to the brothel from there, that was if I were to stick to the main streets. I always took an unorthodox route.
I raced across the street to the alley, put the meat pies safely into my large right pocket, and scaled a water drain pipe on the side of a building. I made it to the roof and began running across the tiles. Hopefully, the guards would not see me again. I had been warned before about running on roofs, but I couldn’t help myself. Not only was it the fasted way ‘home’, but it always gave me a small sense of freedom.
I made it to the brothel in record time, and my birthday luck was holding out, not a guard in sight that evening. I went to the back door and used my key to let myself in. My shift started at seven, so I had a little over thirty five minutes to get a bath and prepare myself. I was in the middle of stuffing one of my meat pies into my mouth when someone called my name from the front of the house.
“Jade! You better be here, you damn girl!” Dame Dracilla was in a mood, I could tell from the yelling.
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