The Sweet Garden lay before me. The sun sinking towards the horizon and the first of the regulars coming out of the woodwork to bask in the glow of female company. Even Hairy Palms Henry stood outside begging other men to loan him enough marks to let him have our cheapest services. A bath and a stroking hand.
The tall four story building, with a short attic. Dozens of windows, with their curtains cracked and windows opens and ladies called down and whistled at the men coming towards their prospective customers. “Ask for Chrysanthemum!” “No, ask for Rosemary!” A couple of them were even hanging their tits out to see and waving them back and forth.
I tapped my foot. Trying not to gnaw on my lip as I looked upon where I had grown up. It had been so many years of shame that it took quite the workaround and some blackmail to even get me to work in the castle. If Madame Patricia hadn’t wanted her pussy worked I wouldn’t have ever been able to blackmail her into hiring me. It just took rearranging her guts once a month to keep my position. But even then I was barely allowed to be seen. If I hadn’t been so good and slipping into the more forgotten rooms of the lesser princesses.
Cutting into the alley I went along the back and let myself in the kitchen with the key I kept around my neck. I was loathe to do it and hopefully I would be able to avoid my mother. I’d hate to have to go through another catching up session with her. The lock clicked as I turned it and stepped inside. The kitchen was roaring as they made their ‘stamina special’. At least helping those that ate it keep hard long enough to satisfy some of the ladies. For those that care about that kind of thing.
”If it isn’t the little Madame. What, couldn’t find a girl to play like a lute for a night?”
”Oooh, look at that rump she’s getting. Castle has been putting on some pounds for the poor girl.”
”Lady Gertrude won’t like that.”
I waved at the three women that had spent my childhood shoveling food into my gullet in the ever increasing campaign to turn me into a full figured lady. I made a rude gesture at them and sighed. Picking up a hunk of cheese and bread that was sitting on the counter near me. “Hi ladies. Can’t a gurl just want to come home for once?”
”Yeah, cause you loooooove,” one of the cooks bent forward and jiggled her massive tits, still stretched from when she had the mother’s milk, “To look at all these tits.”
”You wish,” I whipped my hair over my shoulder and dragged a finger across the counter as I walked through the kitchen. Swatting one of the newer ladies on the rump. She let out a little squeak as her ears turned scarlet. “We have a new cook.”
”Rebecca got herself knocked up by some shmoe. Once she has popped and doesn’t have to nurse all the time she can come back.”
”Don’t tell my mom I’m home?” I questioned as I slipped through the door. Their call barely hit my ears.
I looked around the parlor as the curtained tables gave the barest hint of privacy. Though the moaning told everyone this was just the place to pregame before pounding into their lady of choice. I peeked around one curtain as a lady sat spoon feeding a man bites of the stamina soup while one hand stroked along his throbbing cock. The woman whispering sweet nothings to the man.
Rolling my eyes I slipped between it all and headed towards the stairs to head up into the higher levels where the private rooms were. Just as I was stepping onto the first step, a chunk of cheese hanging out of my mouth I locked eyes with the one person I didn’t want to see today.
Most would say she could be my older sister. With her glittering green eyes, fiery red hair and perfect heart shaped face. She lacked the band of blemishes across her nose that I had. Some bastard having handed them down to them when they knocked her up. She had perfect mid sized breasts, just the perfect size to fill your mouth and have the plumpness almost block your nose. A tapered waste and wide birthing hips that got me into this world in a handful of hours. The nursemaid I grew up with said she hadn’t even sweat through the labor and just laid back and let it happen.
Her dress was a ruby red, with frills and lace at the neckline and wrists. Her hands in long white silk gloves. A necklace with an emerald the size of a fist glittered and brought out her eyes at the top of her pale valley. Her bust was shoved up and forced into the eye line as she tapped a fan from one hand to another.
”If it isn’t my wayward daughter.” Madame Seams spoke. It was like silk and honey. A voice I inherited and used to get into the sweet undergarments of a dozen women. “I see you deign to bring your presence to us here. How grateful I must feel.”
Crossing my arms under my chambermaid’s dress I felt underdressed next to my mother. “Mother. I’m rather tired and was just going to head to my room.”
”No, I want to talk to you in my parlor. We both know it is on the way. We need to discuss what you’re going to do while you have your week of free time from the castle.” She twirled around, the massive bow and ribbons on her back an intricate knot that would draw any man’s eye.
Slumping, I trudged up the stairs to the third floor. The whole thing reserved for the Madame’s suite. This was bound to be unpleasant but with the castle as my shield I could prevent having to work the floor. But I doubted I would be able to get out of the week without doing something I’d rather not do.
My mother’s suite was a luxurious thing. With silk wrapped fainting couch, plush chairs, and a set of finest china. A sitting room all set to do the more high class entertaining of our finest clientele. The chess board set out and in mid game from whenever her favorite customer came by. She motioned towards a free chair and took her own. “Pour me some tea sweet daughter.”
Taking a deep breath and straightening my back I curtisied low enough to pick up the tea pot and poured her a few fingers of steaming hot tea. The magical kettle keeping it all at the perfect temperature. Setting it down I picked up her cup and saucer and offered it as was my station here.
She took it, swirling a finger upon its rim as she looked deeply in the liquid. Waiting for me to break the silence as she sipped and leaned back. Settling in for when I would break and ask what all this was about.
It didn’t take long, “You wanted to talk to me mother?”
”When are you going to toss all this chambermaid stuff aside and come work and train to take my place? I don’t want to run this business forever and though I could sell it for a fortune I want to make sure my ladies are taken care of.” She crossed her ankles and sipped once more. Sighing as the heat traveled down her throat.
”Mother, we both know that I’ve worked hard to get to the job. I didn’t blackmail that poor woman and I don’t lick her clean just to toss it all aside to work here. Then I’d have to deal with male clients and we both know how I feel about that.”
”You warmed up to that little squire we had. When Lord Berdin stayed with me for a week. You didn’t have a problem with a man then.”
I flopped into the free chair and stared at the ceiling. “He was more of a girl than a man. Barely any muscle, soft supple skin, and he loved to be pampered. He wasn’t some boar only here to rut. Some base man will never find themselves in my bed.”
Sighing she looked at me, her ruby lips pursed for a moment. “Well, if you won’t entertain the talk about coming and learning to do my job I’ll have to put you to work in other ways.”
”Whoring your own daughter. Won’t the gods frown on you.”
Mother rolled her eyes at me and set her cup down, “We both know that you’ll take any clean female client I throw at you. It gets you in a good room for a night, and the dew of flowers upon your lips. I’m even nice enough not to toss any men your way.”
”How gracious,” I growled through my teeth.
”Lade Silverstein has requested you by name. She wants a premium in home treatment for a few days.” Mother crossed her legs and leaned back, tapping her manicured nails against the arm of her chair. “When’s the last time you shaved and bathed.”
”I was hoping to get in tonight. If you hadn’t caught me.”
”She wants the full beggar. We spoke about it last time we had tea together when she was pining for you. You are her favorite. I hear she isn’t even visiting her other spinster friends in their villas. Whatever you did to her last time left quite the impression.”
I rubbed my face with my hands, looking at my blunt shorn nails. I looked at my Madame. She wasn’t my mother right now. “I want fifty.”
”Thirty five, and that’s a special rate since you’re my daughter and our only specialist. Fetch your tatters, get nice and filthy and show up at her door tomorrow night. I’ve negotiated your stay with her and how she will treat you.”
”Madame Seams, if I may. The full beggar is quite degrading. I’ll settle for forty, and if not I’ll go sleep on the streets.” I crossed my own legs as I thought about this particular client. She was middle aged, just five years older than my own mother. But she was a ravenous lover. Needing such deep and difficult work to get across her threshold. My jaw was already hurting at the thought of it.
”For you, I’ll agree to forty. But I want you properly filthy for this. Only the best for this client. Which means you.” Madame Seams stood and strode over to me. Her hand cupping and tilting my chin until I was looking into the mirror of my emerald eyes. “You could find yourself a permanent fixture in her home, you know.”
Rolling my eyes, “Would you settle to be someone’s toy, Mother?”
She smiled, it was cold and unfeeling. “No, that’s why I want you in charge of the brothel and not someone else. Consider what I’m offering for you. I can send you for mathematics, high calligraphy, all sorts of lessons to broaden your horizons.”
”And all it would cast was letting some upjumped baron’s son the chance to lose his first whenever someone rich enough wants it.”
She stroked my cheek, “There are worse things daughter. I just hope you realize that.” Her hand stroked through my hair lovingly before pulling a lock out. “I love you.”
Do you? “I love you too, mother.” I stood and curtsied to her once more. I would have to give up the bath and shave tonight and I would have a rough day tomorrow. “Goodnight Madame Seams. I’ll report to a servant’s quarters.”
”Make sure your tatters get dirty too. She’ll want to keep them when you are sent home.”
”Yeah, and keep my bathwater.”