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  Truth is; they're paying me but I love every. Single. Fucking. Minute.

  I choose who I want; even if technically they think they're choosing me. At the parties, we get more choice; we get a chance to mingle with them and see if sparks fly. On the daily though, we line up for what Madam calls a cattle call. They pick us. I refuse if I don't like the look in their eyes. If I can't imagine their paws all over my body. Mostly though, we're lucky.

  Nicolette makes sure of that; that little firecracker screens the gentlemen who cross our doors. While she doesn't exactly discriminate, the girl knows when to direct them the fuck out. Knows when someone looks like the rates will never cover what they want to do to us.

  "Brooke," Calico hollers down the hall, "get your ass in gear. Cattle call in fifteen." Loud music drowns out whatever else she says as doors swing open down the hall.

  Years later, I still explode with anxious energy before a cattle call. Should be used to it by now. How can you get used to selling yourself though?

  Though not used to it, to being picked like a piece of meat and sometimes handled by one, I mostly love it. Even the bad is never truly bad. Well, I mean, I do have this regular who I wish would move on to another girl. Sweet guy; always comes bearing flowers and talks sweet to me during. I think he just knows he is the one who will save me from this place.

  Except, I don't want to be saved.

  This place and these girls, what I do, this is my home now. I keep my apartment. Can't have business meetings end with their town car dropping me off at a suspected brothel. What they don't know won't hurt either of us.

  "Brooke." Madam smirks as I line up at the bottom of the stairs.

  It's late in the evening and I'm the first to show. Early bird gets the dick and all that. I'm squirmy as I wait, my thighs rubbing together. My ultra short leather shorts create enough friction that I hope I get picked first. The sheer tank top I wear hides nothing, my nipples hard against the silky material.

  I'm horny as shit, even though my night ended at dawn with a dick inside me.

  I live here weeks at a time. Only Trixie is permanent. I love the property. I love the atmosphere. The smell of sex and lube and the moaning at odd hours keeps me energized. I'm on a constant edge.

  Lately we expanded into cam sessions and streaming videos. We're paid to talk dirty and get off on cam and it's both easy and lucrative. Caming is fun but it's not enough for me, personally. I need that weight and touch and the hot breath at my neck. I crave it.

  "Madam. How many tonight?" Tomorrow I have my sweet regular but I am a free agent tonight.

  "Five gentlemen will be choosing tonight. Three new faces, two returning." I nod as rub my hands together like the greedy fuck I am.

  "You're such a whore." Calico pipes up behind me as she falls into line beside me.

  "It's in the job description, right? Sex for sale is equivalent to whore. I just happen to enjoy it more than most you fucks." I wet my lips as I hear footsteps as Nicolette leads the men into the Parlor.

  The room fills with electricity as the other girls file in. I hate this part; I'm both competitive and support of the other girls, so it's always bittersweet.

  I want to be picked because I'm sexy and someone wants me. I feel guilty when the last guy picks and, unless one of them goes in for a two-fer, they're left to wait for callers or cam all night.

  Five men enter the room, Madam turning her back to us as she gives her speech. The rules, the rates, her drawl detailing it from memory. Though she's hot as fuck, Madam has been here a while. Knows her shit. The guys always show her respect. If they don’t, we have Deck.

  We always have Deck.

  "Questions?" Madam never waits for them; I always wonder why she bothers to ask.

  The girls, eight of us tonight, line up like we're on a display in Barney's windows, four each flanking the wide staircase. Madam takes the stairs as she nods to the first man. I survey each eager face, waiting for that burn between my legs. Doesn't take much with me.

  A blonde football built one steps forward. Cute. Not my type. There's a baby-faced tow-headed guy next; tall and lanky, his hair flops in his face. Maybe. Two middle-aged men with wedding bands and thin waves of peppery black hair. Regulars, their eyes already on their choices. The last gentleman looks out of place.

  Very tall and slender with lovely olive skin, he is very handsome. Darkness is in his eyes and I feel the remaining girls tense up. Some of them don't like it rough. I like it any way I can get it. I take an imperceptible step forward. Those dark eyes land on me.

  "You." One word and I smirk as his full lips curve up on one side. Yes, please.

  "Follow me, sweetheart." I take his long fingers, my thighs clenching at the thought of how we can make use of those.

  Leading him up the stairs, I breathe his scent in. Expensive cologne, leather and something piney. Like the outdoors. When he doesn't request one of the theme rooms we offer, I take him down the long hall to my own quarters. I shudder a little when he presses close behind me.

  My door closes with a thud and he tugs me back. I let him run those hands all over me before getting down to business. After leading him to the bed, we discuss extras; I don’t kiss on the mouth or let them go down on me. Too intimate.

  "I just want to fuck you. You're hot as fuck." Tall, dark and scary murmurs, his hands shoving beneath my top.

  "You are too. I'm a sure thing though, no need for flattery. Wait here, sweetheart. Make yourself comfortable." He does, sitting back on his hands and watching me with dark eyes.

  Once the door closes behind me, I smirk. I can already hear the salt and pepper twins moaning down the hall. Good girls. I make quick work of the business end with Nicolette. Payment is taken care of and I have what I call a goodie bag. Lube, condoms, a few toys.

  There is no fear, no hesitation, no guilt or remorse plaguing me. In fact, I'm flushed with excitement and arousal as I rush back to my room. Three grand richer. More if that pretty fuck wants a round two. I almost always get a round two out of them.

  "Hope you waited for me...." I trail off when I step inside my room.

  Holy mother of god. The pretty fuck followed the rules. Soaked from a shower, he's standing at the edge of my massive golden bed. A towel around his neck, water skimming his lovely skin. Arousal swamps me and I lock the door, which sounds awkwardly loud in the quiet.

  Lifting my hand with the bag, I wet my lips. Fuck me. I get paid for this? Jesus H. Crossing the room towards him, I turn on my coy game. Tall dark and sexy wastes no time.

  "Strip." A smirk flashes a gold tooth alongside pearly whites. Interesting.

  I do as I'm told. Dropping the bag between us, I make a show of taking my clothes off. I spot his folded neatly on the chaise behind me. So, I make a point of doing the same. I'm good at this because I know how to read people. This one wants control. I'll gladly let him have it.

  Standing naked in front of him, my small but perky tits achy and my thighs trembling, I take a breath. He's so tall and I feel tiny as he circles me slowly. I feel him press close behind me, his cock hard and hot against my ass. I want to moan but don't know what reaction he wants.

  "On your knees." I do moan when he swats my ass. Hard.

  The sting leaves my pussy burning as I obey once again. The thick fluffy carpet that spreads beneath my bed is soft on my knees. I peer up at him beneath my lashes. Conveying obedience. The gold flashes in the dark as he prowls to face me.

  "Open that sexy fucking mouth." I obey as his large hand reaches out, tracing my face. Thumb at my lip, tugging my mouth open.

  I take a deep breath before he presses close, shoving his cock down my throat. Down to business this guy. I don't mind. A guttural growl fills the quiet. Heavy hands thread in my dark hair, tousling it then yanking hard. Then his hips began to piston and my eyes water but I take it.

  Those sounds of his send desire pooling through my limbs and settling between my legs. The sight of him taking his pleasure from me with
out hesitation was so hot. So fucking hot. The sinew of his body, the corded muscles of his thighs, his taut stomach as he thrusts. Using me.

  "Mmm, that mouth is fucking heaven. Now for that cunt." I shudder at the dirty timbre of his voice as he rubs the head of his cock on my lips.

  Tall and Dark lifts me atop the silky chaise at the end of my fluffy bed. Lying me across it he hooks his hand around my hips and yanks me to the edge. The rip of a condom wrapper shoots anticipation through me. I watch in the dim light from the dangling chandelier as he slides it down his length

  "Spread your legs, open up for me sexy." My legs fall open on either side of the chaise.

  They want control, they get it. They want me on my knees, ass up, face in the pillow, they get it. I let them tie me up or spank me or come on my face. Whatever they ask, within some limits. I mean they pay me well; they need what they're asking for. I can give it to them.

  Tall and Dark leans forward, sucking at my neck, my shoulder. Kissing down my chest. Then nipping and suckling at my tits. His hard, sheathed cock rubs between my lips as he lets out a sound against my skin. Strong fingers dig into my flesh as he drives forward, sinking deep.

  "Fuck yes." That's me. My moan fills the room as he fills me. Completely. Seated deep.

  In the darkness, I watch him flex and grunt as he pounds into me. Damn he's kind of fucking hot. Dark hair and a cocky smirk works for him. Never looks me in the eye but a lot of them don’t. I don't care. Those heavy stares from clients who mean to save me kill the buzz.

  It's good. He knows how to move his body, how to take. How to angle me just right so he can bury himself deep. The shadows fall across his face and for a second, I pretend I am someone else. I love to role-play. That gold tooth gave me ideas.

  I pretend he's a mob guy and I'm the boss' trophy wife. Tall and Dark just carried out a hit and he's horny and needy and I happen upon him. Because I want him and I know he wants me. It's sordid and dangerous and I'm on the edge when he leans forward. Mumbles some shit in what I swear is Italian. Thank you, Hades.

  "God damn," His growl sends heat through me, “that’s it. Fuck yes. You love this, yes? Dirty girl, coming for a stranger. I like it, mama." My orgasm tears through me. It often stuns my clients that I can come at all.

  Sometimes I can't but I pretend really well if that happens. They paid me to make them feel like a stud. If they can't play the part, it's my job to make up the difference. No need to pretend tonight. My dirty role play and sexy Tall and Dark did the work for me.

  Then he slips out, twists me over onto my knees. A heavy hand at my back presses me almost flat against the silky chaise. I wiggle my ass in the air and he chuckles and slaps it. Once. Again. Then I hear the bag rustling. I chance a look back. The toys are spilled out as he seeks something. Lube. Oh, my.

  "Extra, baby." I murmur as he strokes his cock and smirks again. No bullshit, no nerves.

  "Tack it on, beautiful. Once I saw that ass I had to have it. Ass up. Good girl." I start as the cold lube spills over my backside.

  Tall and Dark smoothes his hands down my back, rocking his hips against me. Gentle. Surprising, really. We don't accept abuse, unless they pay for it, but for all our rules nothing promises gentleness. Strong hands hook around my shoulders and he surges forward. I cry out but really, I love it.

  I insist on it being more simply because most don't know how to do it right. They just want to jam it in there. I am damn well getting paid for that treatment. The extra cost turns them off it for the most part. Tall and Dark not only didn't bat an eye, he knows exactly how to do it right.

  Pistioning his hips, he reaches a hand between my legs. Another surprise. Seems Tall and Dark is intent to make me come again. Thank you Hades, again. It doesn't take long before I am clutching at the chaise and screaming out. No pretending necessary.

  Two hours later I am washed up, paid for that extra and bidding him adieu. He flashes a gold toothed smile, slapping my ass as he takes my card. I expect another visit from Tall and Dark. Once I see him out, I head towards the kitchen, famished. Two hours of fucking can do that to a girl.

  Making a healthy snack, I head to the parlor. My hair is damp and piled atop my head. I tug at the sweatshirt that hangs off one shoulder; it says Boo, Whore in bright glittery pink across the front. The parlor is the most luxurious room of the house and I love it.

  The house feels and smells old and that's another thing I love. My place is pristine and efficient. Cold. The warmth that fills the air here is tangible. Even if it's driven by sex and money. Fuck those judgy shits who drive past Magnolia House's beauty and see just sex. It's more than that.

  It's freedom. Liberation.

  I sit at a window seat and watch the sky darken slowly. I have a Cam session tonight but I'm not in the mood. I feel detached from whoever is on the other side of the computer screen. Oh well, its good money. Plus, I get a higher percentage of that and I have my eye on a cherry red 1966 Shelby Cobra.

  Besides sex, I indulge in pricey bourbon and pricier cars. The girls joke the sole difference between me and our clients is a dick. I insist I generally have more balls than them anyway. I enjoy my dry, often icy humor. The front door slamming catches my attention.

  "Just walked in, M. Hanging up now. Kind of weird talking when we're in the same house." A cute and most definitely male laugh follows this exchange.

  Interest piqued, Hades.

  Just as I head to investigate, a lanky figure crosses beneath the high arch between the front entry and the parlor. Tall with a head of messy dark hair, he's cute. Like high school boyfriend cute. Square rimmed glasses perch on the tip of his nose. He looks up and chocolate brown eyes blink at me.

  Then he smiles. Its small, crooked on one side. But it reaches all the way up to those warm eyes. The room feels hot now, not comfy. A backpack hangs off one shoulder and he steps forward, shoving his huge phone into his pocket. What is this guy wearing?

  Skinny jeans with a tear in one knee. A hoodie beneath a leather jacket and a ratty band tee. Scuffed Chuck Taylors with the laces untied are on his feet. A huge set of headphones dangles around his neck. High School steps into the room, smiling at me. Right up to those eyes.

  "M?" He murmurs, his voice husky with the slightest drawl. Not what I expected.

  "No. Down the hall." I press my back against the alcove curving between the rooms. Tits out. Always tits out.

  High School glances down at me because shit, he's tall. Then he clears his throat, rubs the back of his neck and offers a nod. He lingers close and I feel a zip of something between my legs. Then a smile before he heads down the hall. I watch him go and smirk, offering a wave when he glances back over his shoulder. Cute kid. Not my type but I bet he bangs the shit out of all the freshman.

  I follow after because my Cam session is due to start. The hall smells of leather and cute boy and I smirk. Too bad I'm a handful and a half; High School has something sexy about him. I hear him talking with Madam as I pass, heading for my room. I catch something about servers and bandwidth.

  "Whatever it takes. Get it done. Thanks, Elijah." Cute, good smelling boy with a nerdy name? Damn.

  The ways in which I could corrupt that young man. Giggling to myself, I take the stairs two at a time and head back for my room. Time to get off for camera and pretend like I don't want something more.

  Chapter Two

  Brooke

  "….Mmm, yes. You like that, don't you daddy?" I inwardly roll my eyes half an hour later as I sit, legs spread with my laptop aimed at me. Right at the money shot.

  A pretty pink G-spot dildo is helping me pretend as I do whatever LoveTwatDude asks of me. Fondle my breasts, pout and giggle in my rainbow knee socks, my hair in braids. This one likes me to look innocent but do dirty shit. I comply because again, the money is good. Really good.

  Watching him stroke himself as I match my rhythm to his, I wish I could get hot from this. I'm tepid at best. TwatDude has a decent body but never shows his face or much els
e. Most the cam guys don't. It's all about that money shot.

  For some reason, I'm seeing the cute High School nerd from earlier. Imagining him talking dirty to me and asking me to touch myself for him to watch. It starts to work. TwatDude's grunts come out in stereo as we both crest the edge. My eyes close and I see warm brown eyes and messy hair. No need to pretend suddenly.

  Orgasm ripping through me, I don't hear the door open. Don't hear anything over my own throaty moan. My cam date has logged off, his credit card a little lighter. Balls too, I assume. Shuddering from the tiny aftershocks, I see him. The fuck? High School hottie is in my bedroom, gaping at me.

  "I'm...I'm so sorry...Uh...I mean, I had to come...for the uh...what I mean is...." Then he twists away as if I might be embarrassed. I'm not.

  "Spit it out, Tech Boy." I giggled when he lets out a sound, glancing back over his shoulder.

  My camera is off, my laptop closed and shoved to the foot of the bed. Besides the rainbow socks and the braids falling over my breasts, I am bare to him. Chocolate eyes rove over me and I can feel him react. I can feel it. The room crackles with it and suddenly I'm ready for something more than imagining him above me. Like getting him above me. Behind me. Inside me. What the fuck?

  "Sorry. M is updating your servers. I need to update the laptops you use for uh...for...that." High School tips his head towards the cam set up. The room is bright so I see his cheeks flush. Shit.

  Smirking, I shove to my knees and crawl towards the end of the bed. What was his name? Something nerdy cute. Edward? No, Elijah. Yes. That was it. Watching as he twists a little towards me, I note the way his hair falls into his face. The way he uses the tip of his index finger to push his glasses up.

  "Come on then. I don't bite, Elijah," His dark brows shoot up beneath his bangs, "That costs, honey." I wink at him as I drape myself over the plush end of my massive bed.

  "Right. No. I'm not...right you know that." Then he seems to slip into business mode. Dropping the heavy looking backpack at his feet, he crosses the room.