1 Chapter 1

The smell of perfume filled the air like a thick could of dust. No one could really pinpoint what the smell was, it's mostly a mix of oils and herbs. The thin paper walls in the rooms around me failed to keep out the sounds. My own room happened to be silent at the moment though. I laid comfortably on a mattress covered in fluffy pillows, a thin silver robe being the only thing covering my smooth pale skin. My walls were decorated with my collection of paper fans, each one unique.

A knock on the door caught my attention, my emerald green eyes flicking to the door as it slid open. Mistress June, the woman who runs this place, walked in with a scowl on her face.

"if you keep scowling like that all the time you'll get wrinkles, Mistress" My musical voice mused, singing through out the room

The Mistress was not amused, " We have a man here who wishes to see you"

"That's what I'm here for, isnt it? Why haven't you sent him in yet, mistress?"

"He has no appointment, and he's offering to pay double"

I tilted my head in confusion, "Desperate men have done the same in the past."

The Mistress's cold blue eyes gazed around me room disapprovingly before settling on me again, her brown hair pulled into a tight bun at the top of her head.

"I shall send him in then"

The Mistress left my room, leaving me to wonder who the man was. I'm one of the more popular girls in the house but late night visits are more rare then people think. I ran my fingers through my silky black hair, my red stained lips pulling into a slight frown.

Footsteps neared my room and soon enough the door slid open. The Mistress let in a man who stood in the shadow of the doorway. The Mistress slammed the door shut and her footsteps faded.

I plastered a fake seductive smile onto my face, allowing my fingers to dance over my exposed skin, "what can I do for you, Master?" I purred

The man emerged from the shadows, the dull light in the room being enough to light his features. His blond hair was messy, almost as if he had just gotten out of bed. His blue eyes had a hit of innocence as he wore a boy-ish grin.

"So, you're the one my friends have been telling me about"

It's not our job to know faces or names, just do the job and be done with it. I could follow the name part, but my eyes never forgot a face. This man was unfamiliar, maybe a new client.

"Sorry to disappoint" I hummed

"Trust me Kitten, you dont."

In no time he had me pinned to the floor and I had him figured out. He's just another Horny man, no ring so no wife. Maybe he has a lover but she doesn't satisfy his needs. He's the type who wants power, wants to feel powerful. without warning he kissed me roughly, and I had no other choice then to comply.

His hands wated no time in pulling the thin robe off me, revealing my curves and flawless skin. His eyes wandered my bare body in awe, something that made me want to spit in his face and call him a pig. I hated this job, but I hate my father more. I'll endure all of this for a paycheck, to live in my crappy apartment, just so I don't have to go home.

He licked up my neck, his hard bulg pressing against my bare thigh. I ran my hands up his chest as he tore his shirt off, linking them around his neck and pulling him closer. I bit his lip and pulled on it slightly, making him groan.

This was going to be a long night, a shame I wont enjoy it.

***

I sat at the table inside the living space of the brothel. I was wearing regular clothes rather then the crappy robe from last night. A light pink dress decorated my body, hugging my chest before flaring into a loose skirt and ending at my knees. My hair was loose but pinned back, my hands wrapped around a hot cup of tea.

"Vera, are you ok?" a girl beside me asked

I turned towards her, her golden hair framing her concerned face. His big brown eyes the definition of innocents. Anna, one of the youngest girls in the house. She's only 16 but men are hungry pigs, a lesson she's learned quite well. I'm young too, only two years older then her but she's like a little kid to me.

I smiled, "why wouldn't I be?"

Her eyes trailed to my arms where bruises were evident, a sadness filling her eyes, "last night sounded... painful"

I nodded, "nothing I couldn't handle"

I took a sip of my tea, all conversation ending as the Mistress entered the room.

"good morning girls"

"Good morning, Mistress" we said in unison

"here are your weekly paychecks," she said handing out envelopes with money, "you have today and tomorrow off, so spend you time and your money wisely. Undersrood?"

"Yes mistress" we responded

"good you're all dismissed"

With that the Mistress left, leaving us free for the weekend without her breathing down our necks. most of the girls got up to leave but Anna and I didn't. I continued to sip my tea as Anna waited. We often hung out during our days off.

when I finished my tea I set it down gently, turning to Anna, "what do you want to do today?"

She beamed, "I thought you'd never ask"