Several streets away from the conflict at the theatre, a girl was walking along the sidewalk. Her coat was pulled tight around her against the night air, and underneath that all she had on was a pair of shorts, tattered sneakers, and an old t-shirt that at one point might been described as green. Her hair was tangled and more dirty than blonde, and she had the gaunt look of someone who had spent more than their share of nights under a bridge.
Her eyes were fixed on the concrete beneath her, but she turned a corner she glanced up to take in her surroundings. The sight of people lined up outside a building ahead quickened her step, and as she slipped into the back of the line she could hear the muted thumping of music. The building itself didn’t stand out much; a five story block of steel whose only notable feature was two pink neon signs fixed above the door, the first of a woman wrapped in an angel and devil wing, the second bearing the name Angel’s Embrace.
The line moved slowly, and she kept her head down as people came up behind her, shuffling along until she stood in front of the pair of massive bouncers guarding the door. One, a black man with a white crew cut, looked her over, then sighed and held out his hand. “Alright kid, show me some ID.”
The girl tugged her coat tighter around herself. “I-I don’t have any.”
The bouncer blinked, then glanced at his partner, a taller white man wearing reflective sunglasses and chewing on a toothpick, who shrugged. “Not even going to try a fake or flirting? I like your honesty.” Crewcut shook his head. “But, no ID means you can’t get in. Move along.”
Nervously looking around, the girl shivered and bit her lip. “But, I-“
“Hey!” The girl jumped and whirled around. Behind her, a young man wearing jeans and a dress shirt, his arm around a girl wearing a short red dress and heels, glowered in impatience. “You heard the man. Move it, it’s cold out here.” As if to make his point, the girl beside him shivered.
Others in the line began grumbling as well, until Sunglasses suddenly stepped forward. “Calm down, you’ll get your turn!” Sighing, he pulled his toothpick from his mouth. “I’m sorry kid, but you do need to move along.”
Eyes flicking between the bouncers and the line of people, the girl hesitated. “I-I,” screwing her eyes shut, she blurted out, “I’m here to see Lady Tori!”
Both bouncers glanced at each other, and then Crewcut looked her over again, this time much more slowly. “Prove it.” The girl fished a piece of folded paper out of the pocket of her coat and handed it to him. Pulling a pair of small glasses from inside his jacket, Crewcut unfolded the sheet and studied it, pausing once to look the girl over again. Finally, he sighed, refolded the paper, and tucked it into his jacket, along with his glasses. “Alright, give me your hand.”
As Crewcut stamped something on the back of the girl’s hand, Jeans took a step forward. “Yo, what the hell? She barely looks like she’s fourteen, you can’t just let her in like that!”
Sunglasses took another step forward, planting his hand on Jeans chest. “Step off. She’s got business with the Lady, she gets a pass.”
“Oh yeah? Well what if I’ve got business with the lady?”
“Then I say you’re full of bullshit, AND I want to see your ID. Both of you.”
Slipping past the bouncers as the man continued to argue with them, the girl looked at her hand as she went inside. The same picture as the neon sign was stamped with pink ink, and she could still feel it tingling slightly from when Crewcut had pressed the stamp into her skin. For a moment, she felt a strong urge to run away, but before she could act on it it passed, replaced by simple nervousness deep in her stomach.
The inside of the club was… not what she had been expecting. If it weren’t so packed with people, she would have been impressed with how large it was. Sparsely lit tables were scattered around three sides of the room, the fourth covered by a long bar, behind which was a slim man with what may have been gelled hair and a woman with green hair. The center of the room was dominated by a large dance floor, and it was filled with so many people that the girl wondered how they were able to move at all, never mind in time with the music. Smoke rolled across the floor, and the lights cast a soft rosy hue over everything.
She stopped, blinked, and took a deep breath through her nose. While she could still smell the expected sweat, heat, and alcohol, she was surprised to find that they were instead intermixed with… strawberries? Sighing slightly, her shoulders dropped, and her coat opened up a little as she relaxed.
“Can I help you with something?”
The girl jumped again, turning around and blushing slightly. Standing beside her was a slim, dusky girl with long black hair and a pink two-piece outfit that showed off the many, many tattoos that decorated her body. Around her neck was fixed a pink and purple collar, with a purple stone in a silver filligree set in the center of her throat. She looked her over, frowning. “You look a little young to be in here.” She had to speak loudly to be heard over the music.
Nervously tugging at her coat, the girl glanced around the club. “I… I’m here to see Lady Tori.”
The waitress (or at least she thought she was a waitress) raised an eyebrow, and for the fourth time in as many minutes, the girl found herself looked over, causing her blush to deepen. “I see. Alright, follow me.” She led the way around the room to a stairwell, along with a door bearing a “Do not Enter” sign.
As they passed it and headed upstairs, the girl felt a brief, sudden, but powerful urge to not go near the door, and actually bumped into the waitress in her haste to get away from it. “O-oh, um, I’m sorry!”
The waitress smiled, blue eyes shining kindly. “It’s okay. Happens a lot for first timers. My name’s Katy, by the way.”
The girl fiddled with her coat. “Sh-Sheila.”
“Sheila, that’s a nice name.”
“Th-thanks.”
As they passed the second floor, Sheila paused to look inside. While it wasn’t nearly as crowded as the dance floor below, it was still just as filled. More tables filled the floor, a second bar with a single female bartender was arrayed against one wall, and there were three stages for the dancers. The longer she looked, the deeper the crimson that adorned her cheeks became, as the several waitresses going this way and that wore different colours of the same two-piece uniform that Katy wore, though Sheila’s eyes were primarily locked on the muscular, nearly naked man on the left stage.
A short whistle from above her snapped her back to attention, and she continued to follow the other girl up the stairs, into a sparsely decorated office. A large window, giving a complete view of the second floor, filled the back wall, with a modestly sized desk, a high backed swivel chair, and a pair of chairs arrayed in front of it, which Katy gestured towards. “Here we go, have a seat. I’ll go see if she’s awake.” Sheila nodded, the warm atmosphere of the office finally persuading her to take off her coat, hanging it on the back of one of the chairs before sitting down. Katy smiled warmly, then turned towards a door set in the left wall.
Slipping through the door, momentarily sending a shaft of light across the room, she softly closed it behind her and reached out to the side, her fingers sliding a dimmer switch ever so slightly. A soft light spread across the room, revealing an expansive bed covered in dark purple covers. Beneath those covers cuddled three other women. The one on the right was normal enough, with shoulder-length brunette hair, an identical collar, and a pair of soft leather cuffs that were linked together. The other two, however, were decidedly not human.
On the left, nearly indistinguishable in the dark from a shadow with her brown skin, at first appeared human. As Katy’s eyes traveled downwards, they traced the long, sinuous shape that wove back and forth beneath the covers. She knew that if she pulled back those sumptuous covers, that long, heavy tail would be adorned in the iridescent scales of a rainbow boa. While she also wore the same pink and purple collar as her human companion and Katy herself, an identical bracelet was also clasped around her wrist.
However, it was the sight of the center woman that she drank in. Propped up against a wall of pillows, her scaled hands lovingly caressing the heads of the two woman who cuddled against her chest, the glow of her violet eyes pierced straight through darkness, sending a delicious shiver down Katy’s back. “Excuse me Mistress, but there is someone here to see you.”
The soft smile playing about Talith’s lips curved higher, and she dipped her horned head. “Thank you, Katy.” She licked her lips as the other girl turned and slipped through the door, eyes fastened on her nearly naked bottom, then bent down and brushed a soft kiss on the foreheads of her slumbering lovers before melting into the shadows, resolidifying beside the bed. She glanced as the girl and weresnake shifted in response to her absence, chuckling in her throat when the former was soon solidly trapped in the coils of the latter. If the sleepy smile and the way she nuzzled under Becky’s chin was any indication, Grace was not disturbed in the least by her situation. Talith slowly swept her tail over to give the pair one last caress with her stinger, then sighed and began walking towards the door. Her bracelet flew across the room, born aloft by a hand-shaped shadow coming out of the wall, and as it clasped around her wrist her body briefly fuzzed, her scales, tail and horns vanishing. She paused at the door, briefly contemplating just walking out, then decided against it with a sigh. Shadows wove through the air and wrapped around her human body, and she stepped out into the office.
Sheila nearly jumped out of her seat when the door opened, then hastily stood up from her chair and tucked her hair behind her ear. Nervous butterflies roiled in her stomach, but when she raised her head, her heart stopped with a loud thud and her mouth hung open. The most gorgeous woman she had ever seen, clad in a black t-shirt and black jeans, was walking towards her, hips rolling just enough to catch her eye if she wasn’t completely captivated by her beautiful violet gaze.
Talith smirked as she strode behind her desk. “Close your mouth, dear, you’re drooling.” She chuckled against as the teen’s teeth clacked together and she frantically wiped her hand, momentarily puzzled to find that only half of Talith’s statement was true. Sitting down, she steepled her fingers and peered across at her. ““So, Katy tells me that you came here to see me.”
Swallowing hard and feeling like she was going to melt into the floor from that soft voice, Sheila nodded. “Y-yes ma’am.”
“Milady,” Talith corrected, and she smiled again as the girl flushed the most adorable shade of red. “So, what brings a pretty young thing like you to want to meet me?” She waited expectantly, but the only response she got was silence and the crimson flush creeping up the girl’s ears and down her neck. What’s this? Has she never gotten a compliment before? She narrowed her focus, and suppressed a sigh. Mmmh. Embarrassment, nerves, a little preening and… a hint of arousal? Oooh, she is just so PRECIOUS! “Let’s start with something easy. What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Sh-Sheila. Atkins. Sheila Atkins.” She silently cursed to herself, and then wanted to smack herself. “Milady.”
“And how old are you?”
“S-sixteen, Milady.”
Talith remained silently, looking at the girl expectantly. Nervously shifting her weight, Sheila bit her lip. “I-I am!” Her eyes glanced off to the side, and her voice dropped low. “In two months.”
“Good girl. I can tell when people aren’t being entirely truthful.” Hmm, sixteen. Innocent, or no? If not, then she certainly can’t have had much experience. Talith licked her lips just slightly, and much to her delight caught the girl’s eyes flick down to watch. She would be so tasty either way. “Now, since Burnie and Joel aren’t supposed to let underage teens in, even if they are as pretty as you…” She smiled again as she saw that adorable blush again, savouring the tiny spark of arousal as it burst into a candle flame. Standing up, she slowly walked around until she was standing in front of the girl, and perched on the edge of her desk, leaning forward so that their faces were mere inches apart. “What brings you, in here?”
Sheila was utterly captivated by the violet gaze that held her, though the view just below it was just as tempting. As she took a deep breath in a desperate attempt to calm herself, though, it caught in her throat. Is she wearing… strawberry perfume? She failed to stop a soft sigh from escaping her lips as warmth suffused her body. “I… S-Sarah told me to come here. She said you could help me out.” She glanced down, tugging at the hem of her shirt. “She didn’t say what kind of place this was, though. Milady.”
Talith grinned. “Sarah Walkerman? She wouldn’t. Always did have a naughty streak, that one.” Her brow furrowed as a thought occurred to her. “Sarah. She works down at that shelter on 25th now.” Sheila nodded, and Talith’s brow furrowed further. “Which means you’re homeless.” Another nod, and Talith sighed as she leaned back. “Now I see why she sent you to me.”
She fell silent, idly tapping her thigh as her eyes roamed up and down the girl’s body. Sheila swallowed and bit her lip. This was the fifth time now that somebody had looked her over, but while the other times had felt like just cursory glances, this time she felt like she was being inspected. Maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe it was the perfume and the warmth that was flooding through her, maybe it was a whim, but her shoulders slid back just a little as she straightened, pushing her modest chest forward. The other woman’s eyes paused, and she smiled appreciatively. “Well, as it so happens, I might be able to spare a room for you. But!” She raised a finger, which Sheila instantly became fixated upon. “This is not a charity. If you want to stay here, you’ll have to work for your keep.” Her smile grew a little wider as she tasted the shock and nervousness that was now surging through the girl. “Do you think you can do that?”
Sheila’s eyes flicked towards the window. “W-work? Um…” She bit her lip again. On the one hand, having a warm place to sleep that wasn’t crowded sounded awfully nice. And having a chance to be around that wonderful smell… One the other hand… “I… I’m not really a good dancer, Milady. And I don’t know if I could…”
Smirking, Talith crossed her legs, balancing her head on her fist. “This is a strip club, dear. Nobody is a good dancer until they try it.”
Back and forth between the window and the woman Sheila’s eyes flicked, fear and desire battling it out in her mind. Finally, she took a shaky breath, and her knees weakened as a fresh wave of strawberries assailed her. “I… I guess I could… Milady…”
Clapping her hands together, Talith smiled broadly and stood up. “Wonderful! Katy!” The office door opened, and Katy stepped inside, as though she had been waiting outside. “Allison and Lizbeth should be just about finished, yes?”
The waitress glanced at her phone, and for a moment Sheila wondered just where she had pulled it from. There certainly weren’t any pockets in her tiny excuse for a uniform. “They still have fifteen minutes left, Mistress. Allison might try to purchase more, though. You know how much of a mess Lizbeth can make.”
“Perfect! Why don’t you show, Sheila,” Talith’s smile widened as she caught the soft sigh that escaped from the girl, “upstairs. She can room with Joyce. Once she’s settled, take her downstairs and find her something more,” she bared her teeth, savouring the taste of nervous trepidation, with a hint of anticipation, “appropriate to wear.”
Clasping her hands in front of her, Katy bowed slightly. “Yes Mistress.” Holding out her hand, she grabbed Sheila’s and led her out of the room.
When the door closed, Talith groaned loudly and leaned against her desk. She had barely spent ten minutes with the girl, and already the anticipation was killing her. Such a delicious little thing! I will definitely be tasting her. In more ways than one.
Her eyes flicked towards bedroom door, and she licked her lips again. Restraint would definitely have to be the better part of foreplay, however. The longer the wait, the bigger the payoff, and she had others that she could tide herself over with. After all, playrooms didn’t clean themselves. Well, technically they could, but that wasn’t nearly as much fun.
Her eyes were fixed on the concrete beneath her, but she turned a corner she glanced up to take in her surroundings. The sight of people lined up outside a building ahead quickened her step, and as she slipped into the back of the line she could hear the muted thumping of music. The building itself didn’t stand out much; a five story block of steel whose only notable feature was two pink neon signs fixed above the door, the first of a woman wrapped in an angel and devil wing, the second bearing the name Angel’s Embrace.
The line moved slowly, and she kept her head down as people came up behind her, shuffling along until she stood in front of the pair of massive bouncers guarding the door. One, a black man with a white crew cut, looked her over, then sighed and held out his hand. “Alright kid, show me some ID.”
The girl tugged her coat tighter around herself. “I-I don’t have any.”
The bouncer blinked, then glanced at his partner, a taller white man wearing reflective sunglasses and chewing on a toothpick, who shrugged. “Not even going to try a fake or flirting? I like your honesty.” Crewcut shook his head. “But, no ID means you can’t get in. Move along.”
Nervously looking around, the girl shivered and bit her lip. “But, I-“
“Hey!” The girl jumped and whirled around. Behind her, a young man wearing jeans and a dress shirt, his arm around a girl wearing a short red dress and heels, glowered in impatience. “You heard the man. Move it, it’s cold out here.” As if to make his point, the girl beside him shivered.
Others in the line began grumbling as well, until Sunglasses suddenly stepped forward. “Calm down, you’ll get your turn!” Sighing, he pulled his toothpick from his mouth. “I’m sorry kid, but you do need to move along.”
Eyes flicking between the bouncers and the line of people, the girl hesitated. “I-I,” screwing her eyes shut, she blurted out, “I’m here to see Lady Tori!”
Both bouncers glanced at each other, and then Crewcut looked her over again, this time much more slowly. “Prove it.” The girl fished a piece of folded paper out of the pocket of her coat and handed it to him. Pulling a pair of small glasses from inside his jacket, Crewcut unfolded the sheet and studied it, pausing once to look the girl over again. Finally, he sighed, refolded the paper, and tucked it into his jacket, along with his glasses. “Alright, give me your hand.”
As Crewcut stamped something on the back of the girl’s hand, Jeans took a step forward. “Yo, what the hell? She barely looks like she’s fourteen, you can’t just let her in like that!”
Sunglasses took another step forward, planting his hand on Jeans chest. “Step off. She’s got business with the Lady, she gets a pass.”
“Oh yeah? Well what if I’ve got business with the lady?”
“Then I say you’re full of bullshit, AND I want to see your ID. Both of you.”
Slipping past the bouncers as the man continued to argue with them, the girl looked at her hand as she went inside. The same picture as the neon sign was stamped with pink ink, and she could still feel it tingling slightly from when Crewcut had pressed the stamp into her skin. For a moment, she felt a strong urge to run away, but before she could act on it it passed, replaced by simple nervousness deep in her stomach.
The inside of the club was… not what she had been expecting. If it weren’t so packed with people, she would have been impressed with how large it was. Sparsely lit tables were scattered around three sides of the room, the fourth covered by a long bar, behind which was a slim man with what may have been gelled hair and a woman with green hair. The center of the room was dominated by a large dance floor, and it was filled with so many people that the girl wondered how they were able to move at all, never mind in time with the music. Smoke rolled across the floor, and the lights cast a soft rosy hue over everything.
She stopped, blinked, and took a deep breath through her nose. While she could still smell the expected sweat, heat, and alcohol, she was surprised to find that they were instead intermixed with… strawberries? Sighing slightly, her shoulders dropped, and her coat opened up a little as she relaxed.
“Can I help you with something?”
The girl jumped again, turning around and blushing slightly. Standing beside her was a slim, dusky girl with long black hair and a pink two-piece outfit that showed off the many, many tattoos that decorated her body. Around her neck was fixed a pink and purple collar, with a purple stone in a silver filligree set in the center of her throat. She looked her over, frowning. “You look a little young to be in here.” She had to speak loudly to be heard over the music.
Nervously tugging at her coat, the girl glanced around the club. “I… I’m here to see Lady Tori.”
The waitress (or at least she thought she was a waitress) raised an eyebrow, and for the fourth time in as many minutes, the girl found herself looked over, causing her blush to deepen. “I see. Alright, follow me.” She led the way around the room to a stairwell, along with a door bearing a “Do not Enter” sign.
As they passed it and headed upstairs, the girl felt a brief, sudden, but powerful urge to not go near the door, and actually bumped into the waitress in her haste to get away from it. “O-oh, um, I’m sorry!”
The waitress smiled, blue eyes shining kindly. “It’s okay. Happens a lot for first timers. My name’s Katy, by the way.”
The girl fiddled with her coat. “Sh-Sheila.”
“Sheila, that’s a nice name.”
“Th-thanks.”
As they passed the second floor, Sheila paused to look inside. While it wasn’t nearly as crowded as the dance floor below, it was still just as filled. More tables filled the floor, a second bar with a single female bartender was arrayed against one wall, and there were three stages for the dancers. The longer she looked, the deeper the crimson that adorned her cheeks became, as the several waitresses going this way and that wore different colours of the same two-piece uniform that Katy wore, though Sheila’s eyes were primarily locked on the muscular, nearly naked man on the left stage.
A short whistle from above her snapped her back to attention, and she continued to follow the other girl up the stairs, into a sparsely decorated office. A large window, giving a complete view of the second floor, filled the back wall, with a modestly sized desk, a high backed swivel chair, and a pair of chairs arrayed in front of it, which Katy gestured towards. “Here we go, have a seat. I’ll go see if she’s awake.” Sheila nodded, the warm atmosphere of the office finally persuading her to take off her coat, hanging it on the back of one of the chairs before sitting down. Katy smiled warmly, then turned towards a door set in the left wall.
Slipping through the door, momentarily sending a shaft of light across the room, she softly closed it behind her and reached out to the side, her fingers sliding a dimmer switch ever so slightly. A soft light spread across the room, revealing an expansive bed covered in dark purple covers. Beneath those covers cuddled three other women. The one on the right was normal enough, with shoulder-length brunette hair, an identical collar, and a pair of soft leather cuffs that were linked together. The other two, however, were decidedly not human.
On the left, nearly indistinguishable in the dark from a shadow with her brown skin, at first appeared human. As Katy’s eyes traveled downwards, they traced the long, sinuous shape that wove back and forth beneath the covers. She knew that if she pulled back those sumptuous covers, that long, heavy tail would be adorned in the iridescent scales of a rainbow boa. While she also wore the same pink and purple collar as her human companion and Katy herself, an identical bracelet was also clasped around her wrist.
However, it was the sight of the center woman that she drank in. Propped up against a wall of pillows, her scaled hands lovingly caressing the heads of the two woman who cuddled against her chest, the glow of her violet eyes pierced straight through darkness, sending a delicious shiver down Katy’s back. “Excuse me Mistress, but there is someone here to see you.”
The soft smile playing about Talith’s lips curved higher, and she dipped her horned head. “Thank you, Katy.” She licked her lips as the other girl turned and slipped through the door, eyes fastened on her nearly naked bottom, then bent down and brushed a soft kiss on the foreheads of her slumbering lovers before melting into the shadows, resolidifying beside the bed. She glanced as the girl and weresnake shifted in response to her absence, chuckling in her throat when the former was soon solidly trapped in the coils of the latter. If the sleepy smile and the way she nuzzled under Becky’s chin was any indication, Grace was not disturbed in the least by her situation. Talith slowly swept her tail over to give the pair one last caress with her stinger, then sighed and began walking towards the door. Her bracelet flew across the room, born aloft by a hand-shaped shadow coming out of the wall, and as it clasped around her wrist her body briefly fuzzed, her scales, tail and horns vanishing. She paused at the door, briefly contemplating just walking out, then decided against it with a sigh. Shadows wove through the air and wrapped around her human body, and she stepped out into the office.
Sheila nearly jumped out of her seat when the door opened, then hastily stood up from her chair and tucked her hair behind her ear. Nervous butterflies roiled in her stomach, but when she raised her head, her heart stopped with a loud thud and her mouth hung open. The most gorgeous woman she had ever seen, clad in a black t-shirt and black jeans, was walking towards her, hips rolling just enough to catch her eye if she wasn’t completely captivated by her beautiful violet gaze.
Talith smirked as she strode behind her desk. “Close your mouth, dear, you’re drooling.” She chuckled against as the teen’s teeth clacked together and she frantically wiped her hand, momentarily puzzled to find that only half of Talith’s statement was true. Sitting down, she steepled her fingers and peered across at her. ““So, Katy tells me that you came here to see me.”
Swallowing hard and feeling like she was going to melt into the floor from that soft voice, Sheila nodded. “Y-yes ma’am.”
“Milady,” Talith corrected, and she smiled again as the girl flushed the most adorable shade of red. “So, what brings a pretty young thing like you to want to meet me?” She waited expectantly, but the only response she got was silence and the crimson flush creeping up the girl’s ears and down her neck. What’s this? Has she never gotten a compliment before? She narrowed her focus, and suppressed a sigh. Mmmh. Embarrassment, nerves, a little preening and… a hint of arousal? Oooh, she is just so PRECIOUS! “Let’s start with something easy. What’s your name, sweetheart?”
“Sh-Sheila. Atkins. Sheila Atkins.” She silently cursed to herself, and then wanted to smack herself. “Milady.”
“And how old are you?”
“S-sixteen, Milady.”
Talith remained silently, looking at the girl expectantly. Nervously shifting her weight, Sheila bit her lip. “I-I am!” Her eyes glanced off to the side, and her voice dropped low. “In two months.”
“Good girl. I can tell when people aren’t being entirely truthful.” Hmm, sixteen. Innocent, or no? If not, then she certainly can’t have had much experience. Talith licked her lips just slightly, and much to her delight caught the girl’s eyes flick down to watch. She would be so tasty either way. “Now, since Burnie and Joel aren’t supposed to let underage teens in, even if they are as pretty as you…” She smiled again as she saw that adorable blush again, savouring the tiny spark of arousal as it burst into a candle flame. Standing up, she slowly walked around until she was standing in front of the girl, and perched on the edge of her desk, leaning forward so that their faces were mere inches apart. “What brings you, in here?”
Sheila was utterly captivated by the violet gaze that held her, though the view just below it was just as tempting. As she took a deep breath in a desperate attempt to calm herself, though, it caught in her throat. Is she wearing… strawberry perfume? She failed to stop a soft sigh from escaping her lips as warmth suffused her body. “I… S-Sarah told me to come here. She said you could help me out.” She glanced down, tugging at the hem of her shirt. “She didn’t say what kind of place this was, though. Milady.”
Talith grinned. “Sarah Walkerman? She wouldn’t. Always did have a naughty streak, that one.” Her brow furrowed as a thought occurred to her. “Sarah. She works down at that shelter on 25th now.” Sheila nodded, and Talith’s brow furrowed further. “Which means you’re homeless.” Another nod, and Talith sighed as she leaned back. “Now I see why she sent you to me.”
She fell silent, idly tapping her thigh as her eyes roamed up and down the girl’s body. Sheila swallowed and bit her lip. This was the fifth time now that somebody had looked her over, but while the other times had felt like just cursory glances, this time she felt like she was being inspected. Maybe it was the atmosphere, maybe it was the perfume and the warmth that was flooding through her, maybe it was a whim, but her shoulders slid back just a little as she straightened, pushing her modest chest forward. The other woman’s eyes paused, and she smiled appreciatively. “Well, as it so happens, I might be able to spare a room for you. But!” She raised a finger, which Sheila instantly became fixated upon. “This is not a charity. If you want to stay here, you’ll have to work for your keep.” Her smile grew a little wider as she tasted the shock and nervousness that was now surging through the girl. “Do you think you can do that?”
Sheila’s eyes flicked towards the window. “W-work? Um…” She bit her lip again. On the one hand, having a warm place to sleep that wasn’t crowded sounded awfully nice. And having a chance to be around that wonderful smell… One the other hand… “I… I’m not really a good dancer, Milady. And I don’t know if I could…”
Smirking, Talith crossed her legs, balancing her head on her fist. “This is a strip club, dear. Nobody is a good dancer until they try it.”
Back and forth between the window and the woman Sheila’s eyes flicked, fear and desire battling it out in her mind. Finally, she took a shaky breath, and her knees weakened as a fresh wave of strawberries assailed her. “I… I guess I could… Milady…”
Clapping her hands together, Talith smiled broadly and stood up. “Wonderful! Katy!” The office door opened, and Katy stepped inside, as though she had been waiting outside. “Allison and Lizbeth should be just about finished, yes?”
The waitress glanced at her phone, and for a moment Sheila wondered just where she had pulled it from. There certainly weren’t any pockets in her tiny excuse for a uniform. “They still have fifteen minutes left, Mistress. Allison might try to purchase more, though. You know how much of a mess Lizbeth can make.”
“Perfect! Why don’t you show, Sheila,” Talith’s smile widened as she caught the soft sigh that escaped from the girl, “upstairs. She can room with Joyce. Once she’s settled, take her downstairs and find her something more,” she bared her teeth, savouring the taste of nervous trepidation, with a hint of anticipation, “appropriate to wear.”
Clasping her hands in front of her, Katy bowed slightly. “Yes Mistress.” Holding out her hand, she grabbed Sheila’s and led her out of the room.
When the door closed, Talith groaned loudly and leaned against her desk. She had barely spent ten minutes with the girl, and already the anticipation was killing her. Such a delicious little thing! I will definitely be tasting her. In more ways than one.
Her eyes flicked towards bedroom door, and she licked her lips again. Restraint would definitely have to be the better part of foreplay, however. The longer the wait, the bigger the payoff, and she had others that she could tide herself over with. After all, playrooms didn’t clean themselves. Well, technically they could, but that wasn’t nearly as much fun.
