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Chapter Six
"Well how about Martin?" Melanie asked. "Are you just going to leave
him locked up in the cellar?"
"He has a little room to himself with a toilet and sink, plus a small
refrigerator to keep him fed until I move out this weekend," Gwendolyn
said. "You see, girls, you are not the only ones who have to depart at the
end of the week. I too must go."
"But why?" Kimberly asked. "It seems so nice here."
"Yes, but I long for the sun," Gwen replied. "I'm tired of snow in the
winter. I've found a place in Europe, on the Mediterranean. Saturday the
movers will come and pack me out. Sunday the new tenant will move in.
He's an acquaintance of mine. I'll let him release Martin. Then watch that
pig snort and squeal when he finds I'm gone and he must hunt all over the
coasts of Europe for me if he wishes to tell me off, or try to use his
schooling whip on my behind!" Gwendolyn tittered.
"I rather liked him," Melanie said quietly, partaking of her chili. The
broth was thin, but it was chock full of little morsels of hamburger, with
bits of tomato, celery, and cheese for accompaniment.
"I did too once," Gwen said. "So much so I contemplated marrying
him." Melanie looked up, surprised. "But the more I was around him the
more distasteful he became to me. Trust me, girls, Martin is not for you,
despite the fact that I almost put him to your bottom yesterday, Melanie.
He is a grasping, greedy son ofa bitch." Melanie winced at Gwen's
profanity. The woman must really have a dislike for the man.
"May we visit you in France, Gwen?" Kimberly asked. The girl was
calling the woman by her first name almost always now.
"You may stay with me if you wish, provided you can arrange it with
your parents," Gwendolyn replied. "Melanie no doubt can jet off with me no
matter what her parents think but you, Kimberly, no matter how much you
might wish it were not so, are still a minor. I wouldn't want to be
accused of kidnapping you." A wry smile crossed Melanie's face. Kimberly
noticed it and glowered.
After dinner Gwendolyn introduced Kimberly to some video games in
her parlor. The girl took to them with predictable relish. Melanie only
looked on, disinterested in such childish fare. Gwen seemed pleased with
Melanie's lack of interest, and drew her away into another room.
At Gwen's urging Melanie seated herself on the soft cloth of a
loveseat. Gwen sat beside her, and drew off a pack of cards from a shelf
behind them. To Melanie's surprise, the cards were decorated to
commemorate the profession of prostitution. The king was the man who
paid for pleasure, the queen the madam who received his money. The jack
was a young girl learning the ways of love. The two began a simple,
pleasant game. The conversation naturally became concerned with
harlotry.
"There has been a change of plans," Gwen said quietly. "About
tomorrow." Melanie looked up.
"Oh, I so wanted to see Earl's office!" Melanie said.
"You still may. He just won't be there, is all," Gwen replied.
"Another man will be, however."
"To show us around?" Melanie asked.
"In a manner of speaking," Gwen said. In fact she had trouble
suppressing a giggle. Earl's absence was not unplanned. He would be in a
room adjacent to the office, taking pictures, which would later be shown
around. "I must ask you, how do you feel about trying out being a tart?"
Melanie sat quietly for a moment, pretending to study her cards. A
queen and jack stared up at her; nude, svelte, willing. Beyond, lying face
up on the cushion of the chair, was a king, his rod swollen and ready. In
the hand of the queen was a riding crop. There was a touch of fright to the
female jack's countenance. It seemed to make her more appealing. "IÑI
would only ever be willing to try it with you," Melanie said to Gwen. "With
you as my madam."
"Then tomorrow will be your first assignment," Gwen said. "A man
you do not know, have never seen before, and are unlikely to see again. He
has been tested, though, and found to be free of disease. The other
madams and I have a doctor downtown who we employ for just such a
purpose. All orders must be cleared by him before they can be filled."
Melanie looked up. She met Gwen's eyes and seemed to have faraway
thoughts. "Do you haveÑ do you have a doctor in Europe as well?"
"Of course dear, no party is allowed to proceed without one," Gwen
said. "There is a loose confederation of doctors around the world who
exist for the sole purpose of insuring that the parties of the rich are
infection free. All of the men are checked, and some of the females. We
have had no problems. The fee for tomorrow's assignment is $2,000."
"$2,000?!" Melanie blurted. Her eyes gaped wide. A trace of a smile
lifted up the corner of her lips.
"With $500 for me," Gwen said.
"I've heard of girls getting $200 an hour, but notÑ" Melanie began.
"I run a high class service," Gwen said simply. "Afterwards I shall
take you shopping, if you likeÑ or you can save your money. We're always
paid in cash."
"Tax free," Melanie said, musing over her cards once more. She
offered one up to the game. It was the jack.
"Of course," Gwen replied. "Now let's finish this quickly and get you
off to bed. You will need your rest for tomorrow." With quick cardplay
Gwen managed to win the game betwixt them in less than three minutes.
Gwendolyn came into Melanie's room after her bath and gave her a
sleeping pill. Melanie was happy for it, she knew she would have slept
fitfully otherwise, anticipating the morrow. Soon, snuggled up in her bed
in a silk teddy Gwen had given her, Melanie slipped off to dreamland.
Melanie was groggy in the morning when a rustling by her side
roused her from her slumber. Gwen was there, a porcelain teacup in her
hand. Melanie, still lying down, with her head propped up somewhat by her
fluffy pillow, took the cup in both her small hands. Gwen helped her tip it
to her lips and drink it.
When the cup was empty, Gwen had Melanie sit up. She took a brush
and glossed Melanie's hair, getting out all the little kinks that had
developed during a night of sleep. Melanie sat with one of her teddy's
spaghetti straps hanging down by her elbow. It left her right bosom bare.
As Gwen brushed Melanie's hair she smoothed the remaining strap off
Melanie's shoulder. The teddy fell down her torso, its straps confining her
arms even as her breasts were left totally naked. Gwen smoothed the
remains of the teddy into a pool of folds in Melanie's lap. Her tummy
shone pale and flat, her darling little navel a reminder of the fucking that
had brought her into the world, crying, with an umbilical cord stretching
back into her mother's womb. She had had to be spanked to get her
breathing, to bring her into the world of the living.
"After your bath you will find a few things lying on your bed to
wear," Gwen said softly but firmly. "Put them on, and nothing else. Then
come down the hall to my bedroom and I'll sit you down in front of my
beauty mirror and do your makeup. It must be perfect." Melanie nodded.
Gwen rose, picked up the empty teacup from where it had been placed on a
nightstand beside the bed, and left the room. Melanie watched the woman
as she walked out. Tall, regal, hips swaying with the fullness of
womanhood, back straight and erect. Melanie found herself hoping she one
day might be as sophisticated and worldly as Gwen. Perhaps this
"assignment" would help.
After a languorous bath Melanie walked back out to her bedroom,
still towelling herself, to find a beautiful fur coat laid out. Melanie
gasped. Was this to be hers? She could hardly believe it! Then she cast
her eyes about for the remainder of her clothes. There was nothing, save a
long pair of polished black leather boots, and a skimpy pair of lacy white
panties. Melanie found herself letting out another gasp. Was she expected
to wear nothing but panties to her "assignment"?
After a rather contemplative dressing, Melanie swished her way
down the hall in her new fur coat to Gwendolyn's bedroom. "Ah, you're just
in time!" Gwen smiled, rising from her beauty mirror. She motioned for
Melanie to remove her coat, which she hung in the closet. Melanie took a
seat in front of the makeup mirror and Gwendolyn trotted over. They
engaged in small talk as Melanie was fitted with large, dangling earrings
and her face worked over until its natural beauty was absolutely
exquisite. By tacit agreement they said nothing of the upcoming event at
the office. Finally Gwen urged Melanie from the chair before the mirror
and stepped back to admire the full effect of her work. "You really don't
need any makeup at all," Gwen grinned. "But I suppose a male likes to
know that his female has spent a lot of time dithering over her
appearance." Melanie brushed her hair back with a svelte caress of her
hand and looked at herself in the mirror.
"I liked the attention," Melanie said. "You've made me feel spoiled."
"Back into your fur coat," Gwen said, fetching the garment from the
closet and bringing it over. Melanie slipped it back on. It made her feel
warm and secure.
Gwendolyn and Melanie slipped quietly out of the house. Melanie
caught a glimpse of Kimberly as she passed the parlor. The girl was
sitting with a thick shawl draped over her shoulders, engrossed in a video
game. The twin hemispheres of her bottom stuck out nakedly beneath the
fringe of the shawl. She sat crosslegged on the floor, like a little child.
She knew nothing of Melanie's "assignment."
Melanie felt very privileged as she swayed her way out of the limo
that dropped her and Gwendolyn off outside Earl's office building. As the
twin females moved together through the building's lobby Melanie felt the
eyes of other girls upon her. Even on the elevator and then down the hall
where they got off females gazed at her. The fur coat she wore was the
envy of them all, and no doubt they thought it matched by equally splendid
clothes underneath.
Past a private secretary with perfectly coiffed hair and an ample
bustline they walked, into a luxurious corner office. A man rose from
behind a big mahogany desk as Gwendolyn softly closed the door behind
them, shutting out the secretary. Melanie let her eyes take in the man in a
steady, innocent stare. He was at least 20 years older than she, but he
moved with a grace and dignity unmatched by any males his junior. Wide
shoulders surmounted a trim frame. His muscles seemed still taut and
lean; with looks like that, he had no doubt trained many a girl.
Melanie felt like a virgin. She was in totally uncharted territory.
Never before had she explored such a relationship. Gwen stepped up behind
her and slipped the fur coat off her shoulders. Naked she stood now before
the man, save for her teensy white panties. Somehow she knew she would
not be required to take off her glossy black boots.
The man came right up to Melanie and cupped her chin in his hand. He
lifted it. "What is your name?" the man asked.
"Melanie," the blonde answered, almost whispering.
"You may call me Dick," the man replied. Was it his real name? Or
just one he had made up for the event, Melanie wondered. His eyes
skimmed down to her breasts. Naked they quivered before him. He seemed
to drink in their fullness, but evidenced no desire to touch them. "Do you
know why you are here?" Dick asked.
"To be of assistance to you sir," Melanie replied. She had been told
by Gwen to say that.
"Ah, how gracefully put," Dick smiled. It was a friendly smile,
fatherly, yet one that Melanie could see would brook no disobedience.
"I brought the cane," Gwen said from behind. Melanie felt a shiver
run down her spine. Must they cane her? She knew if Gwen had not had her
birched in the snow she would have bolted from the room then and there.
"Ah, good," Dick replied, his eyes never leaving the front of Melanie's
form. His gaze drifted down to her undies. Her little undies, so
insignificant, insubstantial. Yet Melanie could see in his demeanor that
they would not be allowed to remain on her. "Take off your panties," Dick
said.
"Yes sir," Melanie replied, trembling with awareness at the cane
Gwen held at her back, at the rising tent in Dick's crotch. She loosed the
little ties of her drawers and, standing with her legs slightly parted,
watched them flutter to the floor. Dick cupped her chin once more and
lifted her face to his.
"You are so very pretty," Dick said admiringly. He kissed her once,
lightly, on the forehead. Melanie felt very much like a little girl. A little
girl in the omnipotent hands of her daddy.
"Come and admire the view," Dick gestured, and led Melanie over to
the picturesque window behind his desk. It opened onto a breathtaking
view of the lake. Bottom bulbing, Melanie stood before the window. She
placed her hands to the glass. It felt cold. She pressed her breasts
against it. Her perky nipples squished against the hardness of the glass.
The chill coming off the glass made her nipples feel an even greater need
to erect themselves. Melanie exhaled her breath and watched as it fogged
the glass, then slowly cleared. Beside her Dick stood, hand benignly on her
bare shoulder, impeccably attired. Behind her she could hear rustling.
When she turned around again to face the office a small crimson cushion
had been placed on the far edge of the desk.
"May I fix you a drink?" Dick asked gallantly.
"Yes," Melanie breathed. She felt all tingly, as if possessed by a
delirium tremens even before taking her first sip of wine. Dick urged her
to a small portable bar set against the wall and poured an expensive red
into a glass for her. Melanie lifted the glass with both hands and supped
from it carefully, not wishing to smudge her lipstick or stain the corners
of her mouth with the juice of the grape. Dick imbibed as well, and, after
a moment, Gwendolyn. Melanie felt a bit silly as she stood before the
male and female, they outfitted in the latest office wear, she stark naked.
"Come, it is time for you to sit upon my desk," Dick said finally,
mysteriously. Melanie walked over to the edge of the desk and, at Dick's
urging, perched her bottom upon the satin red cushion. "Lie back," Dick
insisted. Melanie made to lean back on her elbows, but was eased further
back until her head came to rest upon the hardness of the desk. Gwen
lifted her head then and slipped a second small cushion beneath her crown
to comfort her.
"Relax, darling," Gwen said softly. Her fingers whispered over
Melanie's facial cheeks. Melanie, her eyes before intent on keeping the end
of the desk where her bottom lay in view, now let her eyes slip to a more
relaxed pose, gazing up at the ceiling. Melanie felt Dick grasp one of her
ankles and pull it sideways along the front of the desk. Suddenly a leather
strap was looped about it. Melanie made to look up but Gwen eased her
face back down, forced her to stare once more at the ceiling instead of the
suitor at her loins. Melanie felt her ankle secured to what she knew must
be the forward leg of the desk.
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