Adam's Rib

[marauder13]

This thread is closed for ShyMystica and myself. We both hope you enjoy our little tale.

Jackson leaned against the rough brick wall, pulling his jacket a little tighter in a futile effort to reduce the biting effects of the cold wind. Not even the heavy denim of his jeans was enough to protect his legs. Only his boot cased feet seemed free of the direct effects of the wind. He had been standing there for nearly an hour, glancing at his watch and looking around frantically from time to time.

But his focus was unchanged. The building across the street was the reason for his persistence in remaining in the bitterly cold wind. As he looked on the inconspicuous facade, the words of his employer once more rebounded through his mind.

"Now, Jackson, this place owes me nothing right now. That is not a good thing. This place needs to be paying me money. Now the only way of being able to get the money that I deserve from them is for me to get a piece of the action. Standard results, Jackson. Results is what I want, so within reason, take your time. I want in, and there will be no fuckups on this one."

Adam's Rib. The only brothel in town that was 'legitimate' in every sense of the word. How the madam pulled it off, no one really knows. But somehow, the politicians and the police were convinced that Adam's Rib should remain in business, and as above the boards as possible. It's positioning was impeccable, allowing it a steady stream of clientele. It was also very conscious of it's public perception, and managed to do a damn fine PR job too.

It also made the place a difficult one to gain control over. And that was where Jackson's boss decided to change his tack. Since it was above the boards, anything would have to be subtle, and also squeaky clean.

Enter Jackson Jones.

The six foot four, solidly built dark blonde was one of the few men in the business that was also squeaky clean. He was a known associate of a few notables on the wrong side of the law, but Jackson had done nothing wrong in the eyes of the law, not even enough to get him charged on anything. So that was why he was standing outside the target premises of his current boss' business dealings.

He looked around again, as if trying to see someone before glancing at his watch.

"Now all I need to do is find the weak point in this little operation. It would be too obvious to target one of the working girls. They would expect such a move and have matters in place to counter it." He worried his upper lips for a moment or two. "So, maybe going through their admin people. Yeah, that could have potential. Maybe it's time for me to scope out the back door and see who's making tracks there."

He took one last look at his watch, giving a show of being frustrated before walking off in a hurry to get out of the cold wind. He knew that the security camera in front of Adam's Rib's main entrance had been watching him while he was staking them out. Hopefully, his little show would be good enough to through them off. He walked around to the back entrance of the brothel, taking a longer, more complicated route which allowed him to come to a stop in a rather secluded, difficult to be seen place where he could watch the goings on without being spotted by the security camera above that door.

He settled in and watched.

 

[ShyMystica]

“Fuck you, cunt! Go back to your pregnant wife you sleazy no-dick!” The woman’s harsh voice rang in her ears; the throbbing pain from her head agonizingly tore through any conscious thought. She was vaguely aware of the chaos around her; heavy footsteps ran passed her followed by the low mumble of a man. Petite arms wrapped around her shoulders while another pair hung around her waist as she was gently guided away from the noise, down a long corridor and out the back door.

“Shit, Scarlett, she’s bleeding!” She felt her head being gently tilted by her chin, her hazy eyes wincing as they came into contact with the lone street light. A small grumble rumbled in her chest as she tried to pull her eyes away from the painful light, but was restrained by a pair of soft hands.

“Shhhhhh...Sophia? Sweetie, can you hear me?” Sophia forcefully opened her eyes, squinting as she tried to focus on the two blurry forms in front of her. The first was a mass of red hair, pacing quickly behind that of a mass of dark brown hair. Slowly the forms became faces and a small smile crept to her lips as she recognised the worryingly look from the woman in front of her.

“I’m fine. My head just hurts.”

“No shit!” The red-headed woman chuckled under her breath, “...the low-life gave you one hell of a hit.”

The brown-haired woman turned to face the other, her voice suddenly harsh with anger. “He hit her? What the hell happened in there?” Sophia sighed, her hand cupping her head as she heard the two women talking around her.

“I asked Soph to bring in some fresh fruit and cream while I went to freshen up. By the time I got back the bastard had her pinned on the coffee table.”

“Fuck, Scarlett, you know she isn’t meant to interact with the clients!”

“I tried to get him off her but he just pushed me off! I went and got Dan but the dickhead went crazy...”

The voices started to blur into a soft hum as the colours around her swirled into a pit of darkness. Sophia grasped frantically for anything to hold onto as she felt the nausea rise. She didn’t want to be here, she hated everything about the place. Her entire body started to tremble as a flood of tears ran down her cheeks. She didn't belong here! She had to get away, as far as she could...but she knew if she did that they’d kill him. She hated him, loathed him with such force that she often cried herself to sleep thinking of ways she could make him pay. The bastard sold her to these people just to pay off debts! But he was her father. Despite the brutal things she dreamed of doing to him, she didn’t want him dead. She couldn’t live with that on her conscious.

She felt her knees give way and hit the gravel below, a jolt of pain shooting up her spine at the impact. A yelp of anguish slipped from her lips as a pair of strong, warm hands lifted her. Her head felt like lead, falling backwards as the dizziness grew. She felt the vertigo of movement, which only made the disorientation worse. She tried to speak but no words came out. Instead the throbbing pain of her head turned into bolts of torture, ripping through her head and seeking out the rest of her body. It was all too much, and she gave into the growing darkness.

 

[marauder13]

Well, look here. It does seem that patience is it's own reward, or at least gets you a reward.

Jackson stilled himself as the back door opened to permit three women to exit the building. Two of them were clearly working girls from their mode of dress, but the third seemed to through Jackson a little. Firstly, she was injured, and the other two were looking after her. He could tell she was injured by the blood on her head, and the unsteadiness of her legs.

“Shit, Scarlett, she’s bleeding!” Jackson watched as the injured one was looked at by the other two. There was genuine concern from the working girls for the injured one. The one that was showing the most care turned on the other, her voice carrying well past Jackson's location. “He hit her? What the hell happened in there?”

The reply he managed to hear, but then the aptly named Scarlett copped another loud piece of abuse. “Fuck, Scarlett, you know she isn’t meant to interact with the clients!”

Huh. You never can tell nowadays. Even the innocent looking ones like her could be workers. Hell, the daughter of the church goer normally harbours a real tiger in the bed. But she's not a pro like the rest? Hmm... I wonder...

He watched as the injured girl started to loose more control over her motions. The other two started to worry and stopped their slide into an full blown argument. They both moved to help the other woman just as one of the brothel's enforcers came out the door. The man wasted no time in coming to the stricken woman's aid. He got a firm hold of her, lifting her and carrying her inside, closely followed by the other two.

Jackson waited for a few more minutes, before slowly leaving his observational point. He got a full block away before he started to walk normally as if taking a casual stroll.

"Why the hell do they have someone who looks like her working there and not doing anything with the clients? There has to be something going on here that I can work to my advantage. All I need to do is find out more about this non-working girl in the establishment."

Jackson's mind raced through the possibilities of how he could find out without tipping anyone off.

 

[ShyMystica]

A blinding, orange haze surrounded her, the soft colour streaming delicately through the window as Sophia finally opened her eyes. She didn’t know how long she had slept for; minutes, hours or days. But the throbbing pain in her head hadn’t dulled since the last time she were awake. She willed her eyes to focus, her eyes slowly making their way around the room. It must have been one of the ‘working’ rooms, the furniture far too extravagant to be hers. Deep orange silk curtains hung over the dark wood windows, soft cream carpet, art deco paintings hung extravagantly over the walls, art deco orange chairs sat by the fireplace and a dark wood bar sat neatly in the corner. She sat up slowly from the orange silk chaise, her hands gripping the wooden arm chair tightly as she steadied herself on her feet.

She slowly made her way to the mirror above the fireplace, her hands gripping the shelf tightly as she took in her own reflection. She looked a mess; her short light blonde hair spiked from her head, her mascara smudged and ran down her cheeks from tears, her lipstick smudged and a lovely deep purple bruise adorned the soft skin of her left cheek. Even her light sea-green eyes had lost their radiance. She grumbled again as the throbbing ache distracted her from her reflection. Lifting her bangs slowly she saw a bloodied bandage only a few inches wide across her left temple.

“Sophia, you are in no condition to be up and moving.” The low feminine voice startled Sophia, and she spun quickly to face the voice, only to lose her balance and fall back onto chair behind her. The woman was tall and lean and dressed immaculately. Her long brown hair was styled above her head, her lean body adorned in a deep blue Armani suit. She was a woman who exuded power and confidence. Yet her smile was warm and gentle, her beautiful blue eyes twinkled with joy. The woman sighed softly, a hint of laughter in her tone as she moved her way towards Sophia.

“Madame, I am so sorry. I don’t know how it happened...I was just...”

“Shhh Sophia, Scarlett told me everything I needed to know.” Sophia watched as her boss fiddled with the bandage, softly hmpfing before moving to sit in the chair in front of her. She grasped Sophia’s hands gently yet firmly, her eyes intent on the young Sophia who was now in her care. She sighed again, this time the smile left her lips and she sat back against the chair.

“Sophia, I know you are new to this world. Things work differently here, as you are well aware. I know the circumstances of how you came to be here...” the woman trailed off, as if thinking of the right words to continue.

“You mean how my father used me as currency to pay his bills to Mr. Doyle?” Sophia really wasn’t asking a question, more so stating her frustration and anger of the situation she found herself in.

“Yes. I know it has been hard. You’re a bright and beautiful young woman, too naive for this kind of place. If I had my choosing, you’d be far away from here as possible. But, I answer to Mr. Doyle, and he has instructed that you serve this facility. I don’t want you nor need you to be one of the girls, nor do I think it would be beneficial for your soft nature. That is why you are my assistant. You work for me and attend the girls’ needs then report to me at midnight daily.”

Sophia nodded as her head spun around her slowly. “Madame, I know. I wasn’t aware of the client before I went in. I was just...”

“I know Sophia. Scarlett has told me everything. You are not in trouble. But you are not to interact with any clientele for any reason. This isn’t just because of your safety. Mr. Doyle personally demanded it. I am not one to argue or question his desires, Sophia.”

Sophia simply nodded and sighed frustratingly before slouching back against the chair, her head pressed firmly in her hand against the soft orange silk. Her mind swam with the possible reasons this Mr. Doyle wanted her free from clientele. While she was relieved and grateful, she couldn’t help the nagging suspicion that the reason was far worse than dealing men that payed for services. Was she to be kept here her entire life to become a Matron of the upper class prostitutes and clientele? Was she to be sold to overseas mafia’s to serve them by darker means? Oh god, he must know about her virginity! He would sell her to the highest bidder and pocket the earnings!

Tears swelled in her eyes and streamed down her cheeks at the thought. The Madame slowly stood, wiping Sophia’s tears gently before embracing her. They sat that way for what seemed like an eternity to Sophia before the tears slowly faded. The Madame smiled warmly, her beautiful big blue eyes shining with hope and promise.

“Rest tonight. Tomorrow you can return to work as before, but if you must interact with any clients, take one of the guards with you.” A cold finger pulled Sophia’s eyes to meet the Madame’s serious gaze. “Is that understood, Sophia?”

Sophia nodded hesitantly before the woman left, locking the door behind her. Sophia hazily made her way back to the bed. She was desperate for sleep...desperate to be away from this horrible nightmare she found herself in. Without too much thought, she grabbed the bottle of painkillers by her bed, quickly swallowing two before laying her aching head upon the soft silk pillow. Before too long Sophia succumbed to a medicinal-induced sleep, her hope remained that tomorrow would bring hope that she would be free of this nightmare.

 

[marauder13]

Jackson came to a halt outside the gothic styled abode, pausing to once more perform the sanity check about his current course of action. He needed information, discreetly. Here he could get that information, if he was willing to pay the price. Of course, anyone else willing to pay would find out about his line of enquiry. With a final sigh, he opened the gate and walked to the front door.

Jackson was not surprised that the door opened for him the moment he arrived before it. He was surprised to find the door answered by the person he was coming to see.

"Hello, Araignée." The woman standing opposite him was a living example of contrasts. Her skin was while, as was her hair. Not blonde, but white, and naturally so. Her manicured fingernails were painted white as well. But the dress that she wore was black as obsidian. Her voluptuous body filled the dress perfectly, leaving no doubts as to the fullness of her figure, nor the comfort she had concerning her body shape. The dress' neckline plunged to expose her navel, and was supported by a cross lacing that was centred by an ornate spider.

"Hello, Jackson, please come into my palour," she responded with a smile that told him she knew exactly why she had chosen that phrase. When she stepped aside, he stepped through the doorway. He waited for her to close the door, before following her through to one of her sitting rooms. He took the indicated seat while she walked to the drinks cabinet. "May I interest you in something to drink?"

"Thank you, that would be good."

Araignée smiled as she brought him a tumbler with some amber fluid softly swirling in the base. He took it, sipping the offered alcohol while his hostess sat down. The full length dress raised enough to make him clearly see the black high heeled shoes strapped to her feet.

"What can I do for you this evening, Jackson?"

"I am after some information concerning the newest woman at Adam's Rib."

Araignée's eyebrows raised slightly as she sipped her drink. The smile that had been forming while she was drinking flourished as the glass went to rest in her lap.

"I assume you are referring to the non working girl?"

"Yes."

"Interesting. What would you like to know?"

"How much is it going to cost?"

"There will be no need to pay anything else."

Jackson went on guard at that news, meaning that the fact that he was there to ask was going to be passed onto others, to her benefit. He knew that there was little to be salvaged now by ceasing his questions.

"What can you tell me about her?"

Jackson was glad to see her eyes widen slightly before settling back and drawing in her breath. "Well, sweet Sophia Armonte's father managed to be a little uncontrolled with some of his hobbies, and managed to accrue a little debt with someone he shouldn't have. So, dear Robert more or less sold her to pay off his debts. She was to work at Adam's Rib, though not in the conventional sense of the word, particularly in such a place as that."

Jackson frowned slightly, absorbing that information. Hey? How could she have been sold? She's an adult and there is nothing that can force her to stay. Unless, she loves her father enough to go through with it. Maybe there is some dirt held on her that is helping to make this occur. But still, why there?

"Do you know why she has been sent there? Given that she's not one of the normal workers."

"Ahhh.... what I would give to know that, Jackson. I do not know about that aspect."

"OK, then. That's all I needed to know." Jackson drank the remains of his drink, standing up and taking the empty tumbler back to the drinks cabinet. Araignée sauntered over to stand beside him, placing a hand on his, feeling like she was pinning his hand to the glass.

"Now, my good man, if you manage to find out about that, I can make it worth your while." She lightly ran the tip of one of her nails along the back of his hand. Jackson shivered lightly at the feel of her nail running along his skin. He swallowed obviously, trying to sort out the meaning behind the gesture.

"I am sure that we can reach some form of agreement if I find out anything interesting."

Araignée leaned closer, her pale lips pausing millimetres from his ear. Her soft breath wafted past his ear. "I knew I could count on you." She gave him the space he needed, before leading him to the front door.

"Thank you, Araignée. You have been the perfect hostess, as always." Jackson turned and started to walk down towards the gate.

"My pleasure, Jackson. I look forward to seeing you again." He felt her eyes on him as she closed the door. Once he reached the gate, he decided to head home and get some much needed sleep before continuing his current assignment.

 

[ShyMystica]

Sophia awoke hazily as a soft hand stroked her face. She kept her eyes closed, her mind transfixed on the soft touch upon her cheek. It was calming and soothing; much like the gentle touch of her mother when she needed to be waken early for school all those many years ago. She remembered her mother fondly, and her heart ached for her wisdom and guidance, especially since the transaction between her father and Mr. Doyle. She yearned for her motherly embrace, though she was only young when her mother passed suddenly, she could remember every detail. Her father, however, hadn’t been the same since that dreadful day...though it seemed to Sophia that she was still bearing the burden of his grief these many years later.

“Soph...Sophia?” A soft feminine voice gradually penetrated Sophia’s conscious and she opened her eyes slowly to find the gentle face surrounded by a blur of brown hair.

“Alexis?”

The woman smiled softly, tucking a stray brown curl behind her ear before sitting back on the bed beside Sophia. “Good morning Sleeping Beauty” her voice was soft yet laced with laughter. Sophia couldn’t help the small smile that crept to her lips. Ever since she arrived Alexis had taken her under her wing, guiding and teaching her the small details that would keep her out of trouble. Though it had only been two weeks, Sophia had grown fond of the brown-haired beauty. Alexis was one of the more experienced girls, though she never divulged how long she had been working for Mr. Doyle. She knew almost every client intimately, and was often used to persuade hesitant new clientele to take up the services of the brothel. Despite her many years in the business, Alexis had the softest heart Sophia had come across in recent times, and her beauty only seemed to reflect the beauty of her soul. She had the body that women craved for; full breasts that curved into a small waist and full hips, long lithe legs, beautiful doe-like brown eyes that radiated innocence yet her sly smile gleamed mischievously with the promise of pleasure. Her beauty was one that classic works were written of, that of Helen of Troy or Aphrodite, and upon first meeting her, Sophia had felt the small tinge of jealousy that she later assumed most women had upon meeting Alexis.

Sophia gradually sat up, allowing her eyes to adjust to the darkened room before raising her gaze to Alexis.

Alexis smiled warmly, her hand reaching out to brush stray blonde hairs away from Sophia’s eyes. “The Madame has sent me to help you get ready for work.” Alexis’ brow furrowed worryingly as Sophia stretched, wincing as a shot of pain raced through her head. Had she really been asleep that long? It only felt like minutes that the Madame had left her and she fell asleep. The small chuckle of Alexis stifled her thoughts, and within moments Alexis had her out of bed and into the bathroom.

Closing the door she made her way to the shower and turned on the taps, adjusting the temperature to a warm spray. Stepping under the water she imagined her stress washing away. Sophia had always loved the feeling of the water running over her skin…the warmth cleansing her skin as it trickled over her most sensitive places. She shivered as she focused on the water running down her breasts, over her flat stomach, trickling down her lower abdomen to glide over her sensitive lips. Her skin began to tingle at the soft touch of the water, her body shivering in pleasure. She couldn’t remember ever being so sensitive before. Without control her mind concentrated on what it would feel like to succumb to a man’s touch. Another small shiver ran down her spine as she felt her lower stomach begin to ache with need… a need she hadn’t ever felt before. She had always shied away from sexual advances; the idea of being so vulnerable and exposed always scared her to her core.

Sophia’s eyes widened at the realisation. She had never felt anything quite like it before. Her whole body seemed to scream for a man to touch her. She closed her eyes and imagined one with her, watching the water run over his masculine body. Her heart beat faster, the throb in her pussy getting heavier as she imagined herself exploring his body with her hands, with her lips, her tongue…she moaned softly and licked her lips at the idea. Then suddenly she saw herself pinning him aggressively against the shower wall; his wrists trapped by her hands against the wall by his waist, her lips locked onto his as she kissed him deeply, her tongue desperate to taste him…to be inside him. Her body was pushed strongly against his…her soft curves running smoothly against his hard muscles. Her hips began to thrust against him, yet it wasn’t enough. She needed more…

A knock at the door echoed in the small room, shocking her from her daydream. “What is going on?! What is wrong with you tonight?” she questioned herself. She heard the patter of footsteps outside the bathroom door. Whatever was going on with her could wait. It was probably just a phase, or the hit to her head had made her crazy. Determined to forget the dream and her sexual needs she quickly finished her shower, dried herself and wrapped her gown around her body. Once Sophia finally emerged from the bathroom, she saw Alexis sitting on the edge of her bed…straightening iron in hand. She smiled softly and moved to sit next to her; another soft sigh escaping her lips as Alexis quickly straightened and styled her blonde hair until it curved neatly around her face.

Within minutes Alexis had Sophia dressed, make up on and hair styled. She stood back and allowed Sophia to look over herself in the mirror. Slowly Sophia took in the woman that store back at her; her 5’6 frame was dressed in a midnight blue pant suit that clung to her curves, a white satin corset tied tightly to her chest pushing her breasts up to reveal more cleavage than she was comfortable showing. Her makeup was natural, just enough to accentuate her sea-green eyes and hide the purple bruise of her left cheek. Her hair sat neatly around her face, the ends brushing softly against her collarbone. She looked smart enough to distinguish herself from the working girls yet held enough sex appeal to draw in customers. Her delicate fingers traced the intricate embroidery of her corset, her mind racing with dread and fear.

As if sensing her fear, Alexis stood by her side, her hands brushing her arms softly before placing a silver diamond choker around Sophia’s neck. It was the first thing that Sophia noticed when she first stepped foot into Adam’s Rib; the girls, including the Madame, all wore chokers made of the finest jewels. The girls all wore a gold chocker with a single ruby placed delicately upon their throat. The Madame also wore a gold choker with several pearls placed strategically around a large sapphire jewel. Sophia was the only exception; her choker was silver, a small emerald highlighted by diamonds placed against her throat that seemed to accent the green of her eyes. She never knew of their purpose but concluded it was a tool to distinguish them as workers of Mr. Doyle...a symbol to anyone of the power their ‘owner’ held. Such blatant arrogance irritated Sophia, but she knew her place within the brothel, and held her tongue despite the anger she held inside.

Alexis softly kissed Sophia’s forehead before guiding her out into the hallway. Dan, a huge man of muscle moved to let them pass, his head nodding to Alexis before he followed behind. They made their way quickly to the main private lounge. The girls had started to gather, chatting and giggling amongst each other as they waited for the Madame for the weekly meeting. With a small smile, Alexis placed a small piece of paper into Sophia’s hand. Sophia nodded; she knew what the paper was...a list of drinks for the weekly meeting.

Without saying a word, Sophia left the group of chatting women and made her way out to the bar at the front of the building. The bar was busy with male customers, each trying to out-voice the other with orders. Most of these men had no idea of the real workings of this business, only setting foot within the walls for a quick beer or martini before heading back home to their wives. Either way, every night there was a steady flow of customers, but tonight seemed busier than usual. She sighed, willing her nerves to pass before making her way into public view. She kept her path straight, ignoring the drunken banter around her and the perverted gestures that were directed her way. Her heart began to race; her hands began to tremble as she quickened her pace, her mind quickly evaluating every exit that was within her grasp. Eventually she made her way to the side of the young male bartender, placing the paper in his palm. He was frantically trying to keep up with orders but managed to smile quickly at her before placing the paper to his side. She stepped back and waited quietly before the vibration of her beeper caught her attention.

‘Meeting ASAP.’

Sophia sighed, her anxiety rising as she stepped forward and looked at the list.

• Long Island Ice Tea x 3
• Vodka and Tonic
• Rum and Coke x 2
• Beer x 2
• Martini

The list was simple enough, Sophia quickly popping the lids off the beers before pouring the vodka and tonic and rum and coke and placing them on a large silver tray. She then stopped; her eyes wide as she frantically searched the counter for any directions of how to make the last two drinks. Her panic began to build quickly yet the bar tender remained oblivious to her struggle. She bit her bottom lip nervously as she attempted to steady her nerves, the vibration of her beeper only heightening her anxiety.

Without a thought she ripped the beeper from her belt and placed it next to the list of drinks, a shaky hand trailing through her hand as her eyes intently focused on the letters. A silent prayer left her trembling lips, her mind unable to focus as the noise around her grew to deafening levels. A gentle, deep, husky voice startled her and her eyes quickly lifted to find the owner of the voice smiling softly at her from over the bar. He was much taller than her, that much she could tell, but the protection of the bar only did so much to calm her nerves. His dark blonde hair sat neatly against his jaw, his eyes gleaming with confidence and warmth. His lips moved slowly, yet she was unable to focus on the words he made. She shook her head in an attempt to will her nerves back into control before focusing her mind once again on the man before her...

“Pardon?” Her voice, despite her best efforts, was weak and hoarse, the man smiling warmly at her before speaking again.

 

[marauder13]

Jackson slept well that night, waking refreshed and ready for another day in his task of getting a financial foothold in Adam's Rib for his employer. He dressed, act a light breakfast, and headed out. On the way, he turned his attention to what he would do next.

Most of the day was spent chasing down leads he had from other sources, most of which either confirmed facts he already knew, or gave him nothing useful at all. As night neared, he found himself to be rather worn out, and slightly frustrated by everything.

'All I need to do now is figure out how to get in Sophia's good books. I'm pretty sure I can recognize her if I saw her again. Plus, I need to get a look inside the place again. I might go there and use one of the girls. Lord knows I need a good fuck right now.'

His travels finally brought him to the street where the brothel was located. He made no attempts to hide his approach, or to look nervous or do anything to draw undue attention to himself. He was sure that the security team on the cameras would recognize him, and he would be watched.

He walked into the public lounge area, surprised at the number of patrons there at that time of day. He felt more at ease, as it allowed him to blend into the crowd a little, and it was also not that conspicuous him being there. He was impressed by what he saw of the decor.

"No wonder this place does so well..." Jackson rubbernecked like every other first time client as he slowly walked the room. He heard the calls of patrons asking for drinks, and he thought he could use one himself. He walked over to the bar, and waited patiently for the others to be served so he could get his order placed.

When he finally reached the bar, the first thing he saw was the white corset, and the magnificent bust being supported and enhanced by it. He could fully appreciate why men liked that particular piece of women's apparel. Especially seeing how heavily the woman was breathing, and the effects it was having on her bust. He looked up at the blonde hair that was framing her face, catching the silver choker on the way up. When he saw her face, he couldn't believe his luck.

Sophia Armonte herself!

He watched her as she loaded the tray with standard drinks, constantly checking a small slip of paper. To his eyes, she was clearly nervous and a little frazzled. There was no signs of her run in with the uncontrollable client. No bruises or anything else he could see. Still, what he saw was a rather pretty young woman who was attracting more than her fair share of intense stares.

"They have you working hard, I see." He projected his voice to carry over the immediate sea of voices. His voice startled her out of her near panic. She looked at him like a drowning person grabbed a lifesaver. He watched her as she gathered her thoughts, and rather tentatively responded to him.

“Pardon?”

"I said, they have you working hard, I see." Jackson pointed at the tray loaded with drinks, along with the list beside them. He saw that she had a few more complex drinks left to get, and wondered if that is what had her flustered.

"I guess you haven't worked a bar much huh?" He saw how she dealt with the easy mixes, even then she hesitated a touch but then pushed through.

'Here's a chance to get in her good books.'

"For the Long Islands, you'll need some white rum, vodka, tequila and gin. Why don't you grab those first huh?"

 

[ShyMystica]

"For the Long Islands, you'll need some white rum, vodka, tequila and gin. Why don't you grab those first huh?"

"Oh...right...thanks..." Sophia turned quickly and frantically picked the large bottles up. It always seemed to amaze her how one could drink so much. She was never one to drink, in fact, she had never had a drop in her life. She hated the stuff, hated what it did to people...to their lives. And the torment she was forced to watch as her father slowly drowned himself in the liquid drug after her mothers’ death, only served to prove her already negative opinion of the substance. She quickly made her way back to the counter, the bottles clutched tightly to her breast before dropping them onto the counter. She watched as the bottles clanked carelessly, one threatening to topple over, she couldn’t help the mumble that left her lips..."I have no idea why people need to drink so much..."

Her inner thoughts were quickly interrupted by a deep low chuckle from the handsome man in front of her. Sophia’s eyes quickly rose to meet his, a small smile creeping to her lips as his chuckle vibrated around her. It had been so long since she had heard a genuine expression of joy, and it surprised her how much she enjoyed the simple act.

"It helps sometimes to deal with the less pleasant stuff in life." His voice was strong and confident yet husky as if it was strained or exhausted. She watched as his facial expression took on a querying look. "You know what to do with those spirits?"

Before she could let her natural curiosity linger, her mind was drawn back to the task before her. Sophia glanced nervously at the bottles as her fingers gingerly stroked the labels, a small flush highlighting her cheeks as her shyness began to show. "Honestly? No..."

"Get three high ball glasses with ice in them. Then, add three parts of each of the spirits to each glass. Once all that's done, then we'll move onto the next." The man returned her smile warmly and she returned it, a small sigh of gratitude leaving her lips. She was lost, lost in this world, but she didn’t seem to think that her discomfort was so obvious. "Don't worry about it too much. It'll be easy to remember after you've done it a few more times."

Sophia attentively followed Jackson's instructions, her hands trembling as she poured the alcohol into the glasses. Once completed, she took a deep breath and placed the measuring device on the counter. Her eyes gazed at him curiously...”And how are it that you know how to do all this?"

"Oh... I've spent a little too much time in bars watching the bartenders do their work. Mostly the lady bartenders of course. They happen to be not only nicer on the eyes, but a lot friendlier to talk to most of the time. Anyway, next, you'll need some Lemon juice, Triple Sec and Gomme Syrup." The man kept his eyes firmly fixed on her face as he spoke to her, valiantly resisting the urge to drop his eyesight lower.

Sophia's eyebrow cocked up in interest as he spoke. Too much time watching women make drinks in bars? She let her mind wander briefly as to why someone as nice as the man before her would spend so much time in a bar such as the one she now worked in. A small shudder ran down her spine as the reasoning concluded in something perversely sexual. She turned quickly, hiding her instant blush and grabbed the next ingredients. She dropped them delicately on the countertop, narrowly avoiding the glasses next to her, her eyes returning to his gaze silently waiting for his next instructions.

Though she was sure he caught the rosy tint to her cheeks, he continued as if it never happened. "Three parts Triple Sec, five parts of Lemon Juice and six parts of the Gomme Syrup. Follow it with a splash of coke to give it the tea colour and give it a bit of a stir. Then you're done. Three Long Island Iced Teas for three thirsty folks.

Within moments Sophia had finished drinks. She stepped back and smiled proudly. She experimentally picked up one of the glasses and sniffed, the alcohol quickly overwhelming her senses causing her to back away and replace the drink to the countertop. "Thirsty folks? More like alcoholic folks..."

She moved the glasses onto the silver tray and mentally ticked off the list. A martini was all that remained. She raised her eyes and suddenly noticed that the bar had gathered a few more patrons, the noise almost becoming deafening. She leant forward in an attempt to make her voice audible to the unknown gentleman before her..."You wouldn't happen to know how to make a martini, would you?"

The man smiled broadly at her question, leaning in a little further just like she had. "I know how I like them, but I don't think that their exactly regulation." His face took on a slightly boyish cheekiness. "It will cost you for this one." Both his eyebrows lifted slightly. "A kiss on the cheek, right here," he said as he lightly tapped the spot he wanted kissed.

Sophia leaned back, her eyebrow raised in a questioning manner. She noted the playful edge to his smile and briefly wondered the audacity some men had to ask such things from strangers. She quickly gazed around the room and noticed Dan the bouncer eyeing her worryingly. Sophia smiled mischievously before pulling the gentleman closer to her over the bar. She whispered into his ear..."Now, good sir, if I were to indulge you in such a request, that big brute of a man by the door will have you quickly escorted off the premises..." She smiled cockily before moving back and away from the counter. "Will it still cost me? Surely you could let this one slide...just this once?"

Her drawing him closer made it all too easy to get a generous look at her displayed cleavage. He was impressed by what she was shown, but again turned his attention back to her face. He listened to her explanation for refusing his request. Jackson slowly turned to look at Dan, the smile morphing into a melodramatic sadness as he turned back to face Sophia. With an exaggerated sigh, he nodded.

"OK. Four parts Gin and one part dry vermouth, all poured into shaker along with some ice. Pour the chilled liquid into a chilled martini glass, and drop in an olive." The man smiled again, once more with the boyish quality to it. "Next time, I'll take my chances with Dan."

Sophia giggled softly, her eyes returning to the bouncer at the door. She shook her head and waved to him in an attempt to calm his worried expression before gathering the bottles and shaker in her arms and placed them on the counter. She swiftly followed Jackson's instructions and began shaking the alcoholic drink. Her mind continued to wonder about the man before her. Did he usually come here? She was quick to act on her curiosity..."So what has you here tonight? Are you a regular?"

Jackson worked hard to ignore the effects of the shaking action on Sophia. "Tonight? Curiosity mostly, plus I was after a drink or two. I've heard of this place, so I thought I would come and get an idea of what all the fuss was about."

From her brief two-weeks in the brothel she knew too well the kinds of men that sort out this bar. But the man before her didn’t seem the type to...well...squander his earnings on expensive women, despite how good their reputation was. Her discomfort of the corset, however, had now became overwhelming...her breasts threatened to jump for their confinements the harder she shook the drink. She quickly stopped the shaking action and poured the drinks into two glasses. "What have you heard about this place?"

"Well, the nature of the business and how good a rep it has. That it sports some on the prettiest ladies about, both behind the bar and elsewhere... so I have been told." Jackson watched as the last of the drinks were completed.

"Well, I'd better not hold you up any longer. I'm sure your customers will want their refreshments. It's been a pleasure to meet you."

Sophia placed the drink on the silver tray before placing two olives in the glass. A reputation of pretty women? She couldn't avoid the small rise of disgust that rose from her stomach. Is that why Mr. Doyle had wished her to work here? To aid its whore reputation? She blinked, quickly dulling the rising anger and smiled at the man before her. "Yes, I am sure they are dying for their over-elaborate alcoholic drinks." She smiled again, this time more warmly, her eyes silently thanking him for his aid. "The pleasure is mine Mr..."

"Jones. Jackson Jones. And I would have the pleasure of speaking to...?"

"Sophia...Armonte. Though I don't imagine you would see me too often. I am usually behind the scenes." She smiled warmly again, picking up the tray and steadying the drinks before walking away. She glanced over her shoulder before stopping next to the busy bartender. "Hey, please get the blonde man Jackson a drink on the house...from me."

"Enjoy your night Mr. Jones..."

The remainder of the night passed quickly, Sophia quickly and efficiently completing her tasks for the Madame and the girls. It wasn’t exactly a difficult job; mostly it consisted of changing sheets in the working rooms, preparing equipment, filling out formal records of all transactions (both financial and physical) and working out the girls’ tips for the night. By the time midnight came around Sophia was physically exhausted. She sluggishly made her way to the Madame’s office, tapping softly before entering once she heard the command to enter.

Sophia could feel the gaze of the Madame as she entered the room. It wasn’t heated from anger, but rather discomforted or intrigued. Either way Sophia was too tired to focus on the inner thoughts of her boss. Instead she placed the nights’ paperwork on the desk before collapsing onto the red leather chair.

The Madame quickly perused the papers before placing them on a small pile to her side. Her fingers clasped neatly under her chin, her eyes intent on Sophia’s as she leaned back into her leather work chair. “Were there any problems tonight, Sophia?”

“No, not really. Things were rather mundane actually...well...as mundane as things can be for a brothel.”

The Madame sighed softly, her smile broadening warmly across her face. “I had Dan come to me earlier tonight. He was concerned about your interactions are the bar.”

“The bar?” It took several seconds for Sophia to process the busy night in her mind. It didn’t take long for the intriguing Mr. Jones to come into her mind. “Oh yes! I was trying to help the bartender by pouring the drinks for the meeting myself.” Sophia’s face narrowed in concern as she sat up in her chair. “Why? Were they not made correctly?”

“No, they were fine, more than fine. My main concern, and Dan’s, was the gentleman at the bar.”

“Oh, no. I was fine, really. He told me how to make the ice tea’s and martini. It was rather a polite thing to do considering how busy it was tonight.”

“Hmmm, I suppose you are right. Just be careful, Sophia. It isn’t your place to converse with the customers.”
“I’m aware. I was just trying to help...”

“I know. That will be all for tonight. I will see you tomorrow afternoon before your shift.”

Sophia gazed at the Madame curiously before sluggishly standing and making her way to the door.

“Oh, Sophia. Does this mystery chivalrous man have a name at all? Is he a regular?”

“Ummm...” Sophia turned to back to face the room, her body slumped sleepily against the door frame. “Jackson Jones. He said he was curious about the place and wanted to see if the reputation was legitimate.”

“The name doesn’t sound familiar... Alright, if he returns just send him to me. Now off to bed before you collapse in the doorway.”

It wasn’t long before Sophia had made her way to her own room, flopping exhaustively upon her bed. She barely had the strength to undress, but eventually struggled free of the corset and snuggled into the soft sheets. For the second time that night her mind brought the image of Jackson to the forefront. As she laid back she let her mind linger on the image. He was definitely handsome, strikingly so. It was a wonder why such a man as he would seek the services of the brothel. The man was curious, so many unknowns and unanswered questions surrounded him. His eyes were breathtaking to say the least. If she weren't in such a frazzled state of mind she could have let her self be absorbed into their depths and float endlessly with the comfort they brought. Before she could elaborate on the thoughts, sleep overcame her, a small smile creeping to her lips at the last vision she saw was the picture of Jackson's' eyes.

 

[marauder13]

Jackson remained leaning against the bar, thought he had moved back a bit so he was not violating the bartender's territory. But he didn't hide his appreciation of the retreating Sophia Armonte. The pants successfully walked the fine line between displaying what was enclosed and being very fashionable. She definitely moved well, making his lips purse slightly.

"So, what'll be?"

Jackson ripped his gaze of Sophia's well curved body to look at the bartender. Jackson blinked a few times while he wrenched his mind back onto the man's question.

"Oh, just a rum and coke for starters." Jackson started reaching for his money while the man quickly prepared his order. He saw the bartender's quick flick of the eyes in his direction.

"No need for that, pal. The lady's got it covered." The drink was placed in front of Jackson, the man moving down the bar filling other orders. Jackson leaned back further, sipping his drink while staring off into space.

'Bit to early to tell, but she is way too nice for a place like this. Which makes me wonder what she's doing here for the Madame. Well, fetching drinks for what could be private party. No, if she was a working girl, the heavy over there wouldn't be so interested in a little light hearted flirting. So, young Miss Armonte is somewhat off limits.'

"Pity."

Jackson took another look around, trying to get a feel for the patrons of the place. The room seemed to be splitting into to different groups. One group was entrenched around the bar, enjoying the drinks like they would at any other bar. But on the other side of the room were a more discreet collection of people. Their dress was varied. Some spoke of high profile professionals, others might have been tradesmen or other hard workers. Still, a few just refused to be qualified by his eyes. What was surprising was that there were a few women in that group, some with male friends, others alone.

'Working girls doing girls... or being done my them. Cool. I'd almost pay just to watch.'

Jackson hung around, getting a couple of more drinks and generally chatting lightly with anyone who looked interested. But then came the event he was waiting for.

The Floor Show.

The working members of Adam's Rib came out and started to circulate. While they favoured the quiet side of the room, they didn't neglect those hanging around the bar. Whatever tastes you had in women, you could find what you wanted, or close enough. Hair colour, bust size, body shape, leg length. All very impressive. Jackson easily picked out those who had been there before, or were a favourite of a particular girl. They all wore clothing that was suggestive, but not sluttish like most streetwalkers. But there was one other facet that caught his attention. Each girl wore an identical piece of jewelry around their necks. Gold, with a ruby set at the front.

'Hang on a sec... Sophia had silver and I think an emerald, or jade? So she's been singled out for some reason. Or it's a subtle way to let regulars know to keep their hands off.'

Jackson turned his attention away from the working girls and continued to enjoy a couple of more drinks, just soaking up the ambiance. Jackson's mind recalled the images of the young blonde with the delightful green eyes. He finished his last drink, giving the bartender the universal signal of completion and departure.

As he made his way out the door, all Jackson could think about was how Sophia's lips would feel when she kissed his cheek.

 

[ShyMystica]

The morning had been nervously long, and despite the first restful sleep Sophia had encountered over two-weeks ago, her morning duties had left her both mentally and physically exhausted. The brothel had that immediate effect on her; the constant aura of sexuality and sinful pleasures had Sophia immediately tense in discomfort as soon as she walked in the door. And as she awoke each morn to the realisation that this nightmare was her reality, the intense discomfort stiffened her body as her heart sunk from the helplessness of her situation. As a child she had often read stories of helpless princesses trapped in towers by cruel and unyielding villains only to be saved by princes who rode white horses. Her current situation resembled these stories far too well, and in her darkest moments she had often pondered if such a prince existed in the realms of reality. Though she was well aware that is was a mere dream born from her desperation to be free of the brothel, she allowed herself the small dream to remain calm and collected to get through each day.

Sophia glanced nervously at her watch. 11.45 am: time to clean the rooms from the morning’s services and prepare them for the evening. She slowly shuffled her way down the corridor as she pushed the cart stacked with clean linen and other accessories to the first room. As she neared the room a crack of a whip crashed behind the closed door followed by the painful groan of a man. She stopped, her heart stopping in her chest as again and again the sound of the whip slicing upon raw flesh and the painful groans grew louder and more consistent. A sudden uproar of nausea raced through her body and she quickly pushed the cart passed the door and down the corridor, desperate to be free of the noises.

It was a devastating mystery to Sophia how anyone could find pleasure in such horrific, sadistic types of torture. Such things shook Sophia to her very core, her soul brutalised by the very idea. Her mind couldn’t comprehend how one would willingly demean themselves or push harm onto another and find a sexual thrill within the act. Or how being degraded, humiliated and punished was arousing at all. And now she was forced to deal with the idea on a daily basis; the sounds often vibrating within the corridors and from the ‘tools’ she had to prepare every day.

Sophia’s trembling hand gripped the cart tighter as she neared the next door. As she stopped by the door she noticed that it remained free from the mandatory door sign to signal that the room was in use. She listened intently and was calmed by the lack of noise from the other side of the door. Slowly she made her way into the room using her key that was attached firmly to the waistband of her business pants. She had been entrusted upon pain of death with a master key that opened every room in the entire establishment, including the Madame’s office. Sophia wasn’t sure as to why, but her duties had her scattering around the rooms frequently so she made no fuss over the matter and accepted the responsibility without a second thought.

As she entered the room her eyes widened and a sigh of frustration left her lips as she gazed at the mass of mess. The sheets and pillows that were once placed strategically upon the bed now laid thrown about the room; half-filled wine glasses were tossed upon the bed; sweaty body prints smeared upon the mass of mirrors, and whips, chains and god knows what other ‘accessories’ were scattered within the room instead of being hung by the door neatly. Was it so hard to keep things slightly clean? Did every client need to be so...so...

Sophia sighed again and let the thoughts fade. Brewing over such things didn’t make her job any easier, and with another deep breath she set her mind back to her tasks. Picking up the clientele booking list she saw that the next client assigned to this room was Senator Davidson. Senator Davidson was one of the brothels high maintenance clientele. Besides the obvious strict confidentiality that his services required, he also had very specific requirements that needed to be met. But since money was no object, the Madame was more than happy to oblige. First on the list were pure Egyptian cotton linen stitched with the finest silk lace.

Sophia made her way over to the bed while placing a pair of latex gloves upon her hands. It didn’t take a genius to know what happened within these rooms or what horrible infections that could be caught. The brothel had a strict medical examination before clientele could participate with the working girls, but Sophia would rather die than risk catching anything, especially from the disgusting antics of men she hadn’t even met. She quickly shed the bed of the soiled linen and promptly put them in a bag before returning to the bedside with the clean lace linen in hand. It wasn’t long until she had the bed sheets immaculately made upon the bed and the once scattered pillows placed intricately at the bed’s head. She stood back to gaze upon her work. She was a perfectionist and a small smile crept to her lips at the site of the perfectly made bed. It was a small feat, but a feat none-the-less. She ran her eyes over the sheets inspecting every detail was to the requirements and noticed a pair of handcuffs still hanging from the middle of the wooden bed-head.

Carefully, as to not mess up the bed, Sophia steadied herself on the bed’s frame and leaned over, her arms stretching over the over-sized bed to barely grip the cuffs in her fingertips. She grunted softly and shakily stretched a little further and pulled the cuffs free from the board when suddenly she felt a pair of hands slide down her spine to slap her arse softly.

“Hmmm...and here I thought our little session was over, you dirty little slut...”

As soon as the male voice rushed passed her ears Sophia recognised it immediately. She froze, not from fear but from the intense anger and hatred that now boiled in her blood. He wouldn’t dare...he wouldn’t, he couldn’t! She took several deep breaths and then stood calmly, turning on her heels to confirm her initial presumption. Her eyes burned into the pathetic man that stood in front of her as she noticed his once sly perverted expression turn into that of shock. She was right, it was him...her father. She clenched her jaw tightly in an attempt to avoid the uproar of profanity that she wished to fire at him. Instead she moved around the bed putting distance between them.

Sophia couldn’t believe his audacity. He sold his only daughter to a complete stranger only to return back to waste what little dignity and money he had left! Did he feel no regret at all? Did he have no self respect? The longer she thought, the further her gaze began to turn into a redden haze of rage and revulsion. Yet her will remained strong and her jaw clenched tight. She merely just stood and burned her hatred into the pathetic excuse of a man that was her father. She watched as his face expressed his current train of thought; shock, confusion, disbelief...

“Soph...this isn’t what it seems. You must belie...” Finally he spoke and made his way slowly towards her. Sophia simply stood and watched as he tried to explain himself out of the insanity of the current situation. But in her mind, there was no excuse. He was simply wasting good air and what little brain cells he seemed to have left. He stopped short of an arm-span in front of her, his eyes tearing as he continued to fumble on his words. Sophia had simply stopped listening, his words nothing more than a vague murmur that vibrated outside her current fury. She vaguely heard the door open behind her and a small gasp of a woman but she remained intent on her father and the small wish that her gaze would ignite him into a ball of flames and burn him alive. Instead his mouth continued to move with petty excuses until eventually his hands gripped her jaw and shook her from her hazed state.

“Sophia...my sweet...I love you so much!”

That was all it took, all of her resolve had now retreated back into what little part of her heart that remained intact. Sophia swiftly pulled away from his grip and slapped him firmly across the cheek with all her strength. She watched as he gasped, his green eyes wide in shock as he stroked his now aching cheek. Before he had a chance to speak again Sophia was making her way out the door. She pushed passed Alexis who attempted to stop her, but Sophia shrugged off her arms and stormed down the corridors, up stairs and straight to the Madame’s office.

Sophia didn’t even bother to knock, instead slamming the door open and storming her way inside. Alexis was quick to enter behind her, the Madame looked up from her desk in disbelief as she glared at the two women.

“What is going on here?” The Madame’s voice was laced with anger. Clearly she wasn’t used to such an intrusion, but the Madame’s feelings were clearly out of Sophia’s range of care.

Sophia began to pace, her mind swimming with such intense emotions that her body had begun to tremble. She could feel the tension within the room grow as each second passed without her speaking, but she didn’t care. These people were insane if they thought she would just bend over and take this shit willingly. She wasn’t here willingly. She was forced here by the fear of her father’s death and her own if she didn’t cooperate. And she had cooperated, for over a fortnight, and she took it quietly without a word of debate. But now it had gone too far. Eventually Sophia stopped pacing long enough to glare the Madame directly in her eyes.

“Why the hell is he here? Why would you let him in here?” Sophia’s voice, despite her current emotional state, was soft but laced with her fury. She watched as the Madame turned to look at Alexis curiously before her expression turned into that of recognition.

“Sophia, I know this is hard for you...”

“You know? You know?! You have no idea how hard this is for me!” Sophia couldn’t control herself any longer. Unknowingly the Madame had unleashed a torrent of built up emotions that Sophia had been suppressing for over a fortnight.

“You have no idea what it is like to be used as currency...a fucking inanimate object so easily disposed of...just to pay off your father’s debts! And then find out he is continuing the same things that put him in debt in the first place by having him fondle and hit on you while you attempt to do a job he forced you to do in the first place! You have no idea! No idea at all! You are all here by choice! You can come and go when you please and be free of this hell hole whenever you decide to. I am forced here! Forced by the hand of some rich fat cat whom I don’t even know just because he decides that is the case. My whole life, my future, lies in the hands of this man! I live each fucking day in hopes that he just doesn’t decide to prostitute me out to the highest bidder!” Sophia finally stopped and took a breath, not from exhaustion, but from the sudden nausea that had uprisen as she finally voiced the fears and hatred she had been avoiding to succumb to. Her mind was dizzy and she felt the vomit rise to her throat, and she quickly dashed to the Madame’s private bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

Alexis and the Madame both looked at each other in shock as the sounds of Sophia’s heaving and gagging echoed from the bathroom. The Madame slowly made her way to the front of her desk, her arms folded thoughtfully over her chest.

“She is right, you know?” Alexis was the first to speak. She kept her voice low as to not agitate Sophia any further. “The poor thing has been locked in this place for over two weeks. That is enough to drive a person under normal circumstances insane. And we both know that her circumstance is far from normal.”

The Madame simply nodded. She had feared that Sophia would break far earlier than this. And as prepared as she thought she was, the impact of Sophia’s outburst still troubled her. She was acting on the orders of Mr. Doyle, she always had. She knew far too well how deadly it was to be on his bad side. But to keep Sophia trapped in this environment would just be detrimental to her. And he seemed to be quite keen on keeping the girl safe and happy despite the circumstances.

“Take the afternoon off. You and few of the other girls take her out for the afternoon. I don’t care where but keep an eye on her. She needs to heal, and she can’t do that locked up here.” The Madame moved back behind her desk and fumbled through a locked draw.

Alexis simply nodded, a small warm smile dancing on her lips. While the Madame was technically her boss, both women had come to respect each other as something more. They both thought the same and the Madame on several occasions relied on her not only for advice on the brothel but for personal reasons too. Sophia was safe with her, they both knew that. And a sense of warmth replaced the shocking concern that was beating within her chest. Finally the Madame found what she was looking for and revealed a credit card. She hesitantly placed the card in Alexis’ hand before relaxing back into her large leather desk chair.

“If I find out that you’ve spent more than what is reasonable...” Alexis couldn’t suppress the small giggle at her boss’ attempted threat.

 

[marauder13]

Jackson woke up late the next morning feeling incredibly horny. All through the night, his dreams featured Sophia as he saw her the night before. But then, certain changes took place in her wardrobe, and his, and they got really friendly as adults tended to do. Jackson groaned at the nearing painful hardness generated by the night's imaginings. He staggered to the shower, getting it nice and warm so he could get clean quickly.

He killed two birds with one stone by washing himself and relieving himself at the same time. It didn't take long for his lower body to tighten in response to the physical stimulus of his hand. Within another two strokes, he exploded with a groan of pleasure and relief. Long stands of white were ruthlessly smashed by the downward force of the artificial rain he stood under. But the time he have finished ejaculating, he was leaning against the wall of the shower, breathing heavily.

"Christ. What would it have been like if it was with her?" Jackson stood still, waiting for his breathing to settle. He finished off washing himself, steadfastly ignoring any thoughts concerning Sophia. Suitably cleansed, he cut the hot water. He danced around under the biting cold, letting the water run over all parts of his body. Just as quickly as he started the cold water, he shut it off. He stepped out quickly, toweling off quickly and then getting dressed.

Jackson swore in the middle of his breakfast preparation when the phone rang. He thought about ignoring it but checked just in case. "Oh fuck!" The caller ID indicated his employer was the caller.

"Morning. To what do I owe this pleasure?"

"Morning Jackson. How are things going?"

"Fine. Just fine. I think I have found a source of information that I am now trying to develop."

"That's excellent, Jackson. Again, take your time but within reason. I need to make sure that this goes off without a hitch. I have put a lot of faith in you, Jackson. You pull this off, and you'll be set for life. Fail..."

"Have no fears. All is going well, and more or less to the schedule I have laid out."

"Good. Then keep up the good work. I'll be in touch again in a few days time to see how things are going." Jackson's employer hung up the phone, leaving him feeling rather good about himself. He sat down, ate his breakfast slowly. He cleaned up, grabbed a novel and read for a few hours. But as he read, his thoughts strayed back to Sophia. Her outfit was a well made one, walking the line between functional and expressive; looking rather business like, yet showing off her more than womanly figure in a flattering manner. Even her accessories were -

"That fucking choker!" Jackson leapt out of his chair. "Everyone of the whores had a ruby set on a gold choker. Sophia had an emerald on a silver setting." He glanced at his watch, noting that it was early afternoon. "Shit. Jerry'll be in Whips and Chains by now."

Jackson gathered everything he needed before dashing for the door. He climbed into his car, feeling a lot more at ease by the time he got there. He drove out to one of the seedier parts of town, parking in a back lot reserved for 'VIPs'. He walked over to the rather graffiti covered door, pushing it open and being greeted by one of the bouncers, thought the word "splat" felt more applicable than "bounce". Jackson stood still long enough to be given the once over my the mountainous man. The tall, wide bald headed and clean shaven mass of humanity then stepped back and sidewards, somehow making space for Jackson to pass.

Whips and Chains was not like the average adult store. It was more like a mini supermarket with every clearly grouped together and the progression of categories in some semblance of order. The think that impressed Jackson the most was that the shop stocked some of the larger, more impressive equipment for the enthusiast, along with the contact details of several contractors that could install them. Discreetly of course.

"Hi Jay." Jackson looked over at Susan. He smiled and waved back while he briskly walked for the video section of the shop. Susan surprised a lot of customers due to her appearance. She looked, and dressed like a stereotypical librarian. She was in her early 20's, her brunette hair in a conservative bun with a couple of sticks to hold it in place. She wore a skirt and jacket of the same plaid material, the colour of which was close to the colour of her glasses.

Jackson found Jerry where he thought he would find him, browsing the anal sex DVDs. As Jackson approached, Jerry looked up from the back of Anal Cherries Vol 4. Jerry turned back to reading the back, and staring at one particular image of a more mature aged woman impaled on a penis.

"I never would have thought someone in her late thirties from the looks of it would be getting her ass cherry taken."

"Everyone has later in life changes, Jerry."

Jerry nodded, his eyes still locked on that one image. "Yeah... you could be right. I think that someone like her would be different to the batch of young things they normally get on video. Think about it. She's probably been done conventionally tons of times, and got some good experience too. Some stamina and the like. Knows how to read a fella while fucking. And the thrill of something new. Yeah, I think that one will be hot."

"What ever does it for you, Jerry. Look, I need to ask a favour of you."

"I knew you weren't down here to admire the graceful delights of the black rose," Jerry chortled. "What can I do for you, my old chum?"

"I need to find out about some jewelry. Custom made stuff. And if possible, the significance of the pieces." Jerry gave Jackson a quizzical look, but said nothing. "Chokers. Gold with a ruby. Silver with what I think is an emerald."

Jerry's face took on a look of surprise. "My, my, old chum. That's quite a thing to ask about." He sucked on his teeth a little, the high pitched noise grating Jackson's nerve endings. "That'll cost you a pretty penny, as well as a favour or two." Jerry looked around to make sure that no one was near by. "Give me a few days. No one pokes around Doyle's favourite place unless they are very discreet."

"Thanks, Jerry." The other man started to wander off. "Hey, tell Susan to put that one the J-nineteen account." Jerry waved the DVD in way of response as he left Jackson to his thoughts.

"I wonder what it would be like to take her there..."

 

[ShyMystica]

Sophia gazed half-heatedly out the window as Alexis’s car sped through the city streets. She glazed over the city buildings, store fronts, random people all merging together until they were all but a mass of colours speeding passed her sight. It had been a long afternoon, but with the morning’s events still vivid in her mind, Sophia couldn’t allow herself to relax. Yes, she was finally out of the brothel, away from the continuous aura of fornication and sleazy men, and free of the restricting and degrading uniform that she was forced to wear. And on any other day she would have leapt with joy and pounced on the idea of getting the hell out of that place. But the morning continued to weigh heavily upon her mind, her father’s actions causing her stomach to feel constantly queasy.

Alexis tried her best to distract her; both her, Scarlet, and two of the other more expensive working girls, Honey and Cherrie, dragged Sophia around several exclusive boutique stores, an expensive teahouse, even an overly extravagant day spa for luxurious facials. Sophia had never been one for luxuries; she spent what she had to, but only when it was desperately needed. Hell, she hadn’t even bought a new pair of jeans in over 3 years; she just didn’t see the point when the pair she owned still functioned perfectly fine. Alexis, however, seemed to think otherwise. As soon as her eyes gazed upon Sophia’s choice of clothing for the afternoon; her worn, trusty jeans, a blue halter neck top, brown leather jacket and black boots, Alexis’s eyes widened and her head shook with her disappointment. In that very moment Alexis seemingly made it her personal mission to rid the world of Sophia’s trusty old jeans by replacing them with the perfect new pair, no matter how many sale assistants she pissed off or how long it took.

The entire afternoon was spent trying on mass amounts of outfits and spending excessive amounts of money. Despite Sophia’s best arguments, she still ended up with three new pairs of brand-name jeans, several new blouses and highly delicate tops, and a pair of new black, knee high leather boots. And that was with Alexis giving into Sophia’s pouty pleas. If Alexis had her way she would have bought the whole strip mall for Sophia. By the time Alexis finally conceded that she had spent enough money, Sophia was physically exhausted, aided with the emotional and mental exhaustion that the morning’s events had created. All she wanted to do was sleep. Yes, sleep it all away; the brothel, her father, the sleazy losers that constantly gawked at her, Mr. Doyle and his intentions. A small shiver ran down her spine as the thought of her ‘owner’ entered in her mind. She wouldn’t let that thought linger, she was already nauseous enough without adding to it.

Instead Sophia let her mind absorb the mass of colours outside the window and the mindless chit-chat of the women in the car; their shrieks, giggles and playful banter served as a helpful tool to drain away the intense emotions that were building up within her. Suddenly the car jerked to a stop, Sophia’s head thumping against the glass of the window. Her emerald eyes quickly focused on the large, dreary building in front of her. It looked more like an abandoned warehouse; a rather seedy looking graffiti covered door nestled in between sheets of rusty corrugated metal. Instantly Sophia didn’t like the place, the very sight set the hairs on the back of her neck to stand on end. Quickly she reached over and pulled on Alexis’s shoulder, preventing her from leaving the car.

“Where are we?” Sophia’s voice croaked shyly from her lips, barely audible.

“Supplies, Soph. It won’t take long.” Alexis simply smiled, her whole face transforming sweetly which set Sophia’s nerves to calm slightly. But her mind continued to panic. Why the hell would they get supplies at such a dungy place? Doesn’t the Madame buy the supplies? Wait, what supplies could they possibly need?

Before Sophia had a chance to question, everyone had piled out of the car. Scarlet opened the door, her arm reaching in to grab Sophia’s hand gently yet firmly. Scarlet pulled her out of the car gingerly and began to walk with her, arm in arm, towards the door. Each step closer increased Sophia’s panicked state. She didn’t want to go in, she didn’t even know why she was here, or where here was! Just some junky warehouse in the middle of nowhere! She looked around the parking lot frantically and found that there was at least another person here, as their car parked directly next to Alexis’. Perhaps they could help her.

By the time she had worked out a small plan of escape, Scarlet had her through the door and walking passed a rather brute looking security guard who simply nodded as the two women passed. The man was huge, dressed in all black with a security belt wrapped tightly around his waist. Sophia’s eyes shot open in shock as her gaze fell upon the taser gun and baton that swung by the giant’s hip. God, what kind of a place is this?!

Instinctively Sophia froze, her mind swirling into a frenzy about the hell hole she was about to enter. Her mind quickly shifted through masses of scenarios, but her mind finally settled on the one thing she feared the most. Drugs…they were here to buy drugs! That’s what they meant by supplies! Why hadn’t she realised it sooner? The shifty looking building, the body guard, god they were prostitutes after all! They were here to buy drugs…and what if it went bad? What if the dealers wanted more than what the girls were willing to pay? Sophia wasn’t stupid; she knew how horribly wrong such transactions could go. It was all over the news; dead bodies and gunfire due to drug transactions gone wrong…death, that’s how it ended! Sophia’s imagination plastered the images in her mind; all five girls dead with gunshot wounds to the back of their heads, execution style, and their bodies face down and lined up upon the dirty warehouse ground. All the while seedy looking drug dealers circled their corpses laughing at the stupidity of the women who now lay dead before them.

Sophia tried to turn, tried to back the hell out of there. But the more she tried the more Scarlet moved her down the long corridor and towards a flickering sign that hung over a wooden archway. Outside her current state of consciousness Sophia could hear Scarlet’s unmistakable laughter. She could register that Scarlet was now talking to her, but her words were no more than a muffled sound that she couldn’t understand. Scarlet just kept on pushing, the hand upon Sophia’s back slowly guiding her through the archway and into the bright light of the room before them.

It took Sophia a few seconds for her eyes to adjust to the sudden brightness of the room. Slowly things blurred into focus; aisles, lots of them all fully stocked, the back of the room was filled mostly with furniture of some kind, and a small counter was nestled in the corner to her right, the same flickering sign from the hallway sat upon the wall behind. It was a supermarket? Why the hell would a supermarket be in such a crummy warehouse? Sophia squinted in an attempt to focus upon the counter. Slowly the morphed form came into view. A woman, a rather shy looking woman who seemed more at place in a library than a disgusting warehouse stood calmly behind it, her big brown eyes taking Sophia in as her smile broadened. It certainly was a convincing cover for a drug market. No one would suspect someone as innocent as the librarian-look alike to be involved in any sort of illegal activities, especially ones such as drugs.

Scarlet and the woman exchanged a friendly greeting before Alexis called out from behind a mass of shelves. Sophia simply forced a smile in return but her eyes remained locked on the young woman, searching for any clues to prove her suspicions of illegal activity. But before she could get a good look Scarlet had her moving towards the aisle where Alexis stood in deep thought.

“You know Scarl, I’ve never tried a rabbit…” Alexis’ voice remained soft as she contemplated the small package within her hands.

“Are you serious?” Scarlet’s surprise was evident in the high pitch squeak that inflicted her question. “Shit, Al, you’re missing out.”

“No, not really.” Alexis’ voice remained unnerved at Scarlet’s obvious surprise. “I just use the usual with a bullet if I need that little edge…”

“Oh god, I love the bullet…that little thing sends me straight to heaven, never fails.”

“I know, right? It astounds me how something so small can have so much grunt, and it works so quickly.”

Rabbits, bullets? Sophia continued to listen as the women talked openly about these rabbits and bullets. While she had no clue as to what a bullet or rabbit was, it didn’t take long for her to conclude that they were talking about some kind of drug, using their street slang names of course. She simply stood in dumbfounded awe as the women talked openly. Here they were, standing in a crappy warehouse made to look like a supermarket, risking their lives just for some stupid drugs? By the tone of their conversation it seemed that they were addicted too, and it broke Sophia’s heart. These two women had been her lifeboat since arriving at the brothel, and they were just throwing their lives away. And for what? A few hours of drugged highs? It wasn’t worth it! She couldn’t let her friends die this way.

“Guys…” Sophia’s voice squeaked with her nervousness, her heart pounded in her chest and her blood pumped with adrenalin. She knew this could go wrong any moment now, but she had to get the girls out of there, in the car and the hell away from the place, “…you don’t have to do this. We can go, right now. I won’t tell anyone that we were here, I promise. Just promise me you won’t buy that trash? Let’s just go.”

Alexis and Scarlet both turned and looked at Sophia curiously, their eyes twinkling as they held in their laughter.

Alexis was the first to speak, her voice filled with the humour of the current situation. “Soph, what are you going on about? They’re just toys…”

Toys? Sophia’s eyes dropped from Alexis’ gaze and to the package she held in her hand. Her green eyes shot open as she took in the huge penis shaped, jelly-glittered object that sat neatly within the colourful box. Suddenly Sophia felt all the blood within her body rush to her cheeks as the realisation of her misunderstanding hit her hard, seemingly slamming all the air from her lungs.

“We’re in a sex store…” she whispered as it was all Sophia could manage to say. A huge sense of relief washed over her; the girls would be alright, there were no sleazy dealers, guns, or drugs. Just mass amounts of… “You brought me to a sex store?!”

“Well I wouldn’t call it a store, more like a supermarket…” Instantly Alexis and Scarlet broke into laughter, their bodies doubled over as they tried to gulp in air. Sophia just stood there as if she were a deer caught in headlights. As far as she was concerned this day couldn’t get any worse; first her father, then the discomfort of being used as a living doll while the girls dragged her from shop to shop, and now this. She had to get out, away from the girls, away from the store…just out.

Sophia quickly turned on her heels but a pair of hands upon her shoulders prevented her from moving anywhere.

“Sophia, have you ever been to a sex store before?” Alexis’ voice floated softly over Sophia’s shoulder. While it was hinted with a lace of concern, her voice still carried the humour she found in Sophia’s reaction. Sophia just sighed and shook her head. What was she to say? No, she had never been to a sex store. Such stores were made for sluts and, well…whores. Alexis turned Sophia around, her hand cupping Sophia’s jaw to guide her to look deeply into her eyes.

“Soph, do you even own any toys? A dildo? A vibe? Anything?” Alexis’ voice was so matter-of-fact and she had no shame about what she was asking. But Sophia felt she could die, right there, in the middle of a sex store. She suddenly wished that the gun slinging drug dealers would race in and shoot her point blank in the head. Death would be far better than dealing with this right now. Another wave of embarrassment washed over Sophia and her blush deepened as she shook her head slowly. But this time Alexis simply nodded her understanding, her lips curling into the warm, caring smile that always set Sophia’s nerves at ease. Alexis seemed to understand Sophia’s current struggle, but Scarlet didn’t. Her laughter continued to echo down the aisle to the rest of the store.

Quickly Alexis twirled Sophia and guided her away from the uncontrollable red head, her arms protectively wrapping around Sophia’s shaking form.

“Why couldn’t the Madame by these supplies?” Sophia’s eyes remained firmly on the ground as the two continued to walk towards the exit.

“Oh…well…these are personal supplies, Soph.” Sophia raised her eyes and looked upon Alexis in confusion.

“But you guys have sex all the time, why on earth would you want to continue in your spare time? Don’t you need to recover?” Alexis giggled and smiled softly, placing a small kiss upon Sophia’s forehead.

“Yes, we are paid to have sex, but it isn’t as simple as that. It is our job to pleasure the client. Our needs and desires are never addressed. We don’t always find pleasure in doing it. In fact, most of the time we don’t even orgasm. Our bodies, however, remain highly aroused, and we need to make ourselves orgasm so we can remain level headed and in control. If we were to remain so highly aroused we would go insane.”

Once again Alexis’ matter-of-fact tone left Sophia speechless. Alexis found no shame in what she did. It was merely a job, and she spoke of it as such. Such things Sophia had never encountered before. Sex was always around but never spoken of. It was the silent sin that was only to be conducted with your married spouse and never spoken of. Such openness about sex astounded Sophia. Since working at the brothel her mind was opened to so many different contradictions that she had not only begun to feel out of place in the world, but that her entire life was a lie. She was taught to remain a virgin until marriage, and even then sex was only to please her husband. A woman’s sexual pleasure was never spoken of. She had always known that this was old-fashioned, but it was a view that both her parents imprinted on her at an early age. And it wasn’t an easy belief to hold onto. While most high-schoolers and college students were out exploring their sexuality, Sophia was home with her head in a book deliberately hiding from it all. Yes she had needs, and many men had attempted to bed her on numerous occasions…and she had often cursed herself for wanting so desperately to succumb to her desires. But, she hadn’t and remained strong to the beliefs her parents placed in her. And what for? So that her 24-year-old virgin self could find her father, the one who pushed so hard for her to remain pure, paying for sex with prostitutes in a brothel who belonged to the man he sold her to in order to pay off the debt he occurred while within the establishment?

Sophia’s blood began to boil but before she could focus too much upon the complete fuck up that was now her life, Honey and Cherrie pounced in front of her, preventing both her and Alexis from leaving the store. Sophia sighed softly as she gazed upon the bouncy Asian American twin sisters. They were a highly sort after ‘act’ for the brothel, for not only were they bouncy, giggly, innocent looking women, but they were the only twin act for the establishment. They were identical; small, slender frame, perky breasts with a slight waist that curved into small hips, petite in all areas…everything except their hair colour remained exactly the same. Honey with her waist-length hair dyed blonde, and Cherrie’s dyed candy red. Sophia couldn’t help but smile at them, they were always so full of life that it was hard not to.

Honey and Cherrie both giggled to each other, looked to Alexis and then pulled out several garments from behind their backs and placed them into Sophia’s hands. Before Sophia had a chance to speak, let alone look at the garments, she was being pushed by the giggly women into a nearby dressing room. Sophia just stood in stunned silence upon the garments as she listened to the women giggle and chat outside the dressing room curtain until Alexis poked her head through crack.

“It’s just a little dress up. Maybe it will help take your mind off things, yes?” Sophia gazed at Alexis’ smiling face from within the mirror. She was right, perhaps it would help. With a deep, controlled, nervous breath she nodded and Alexis left her to some privacy while she changed. It took Sophia several minutes to work out how exactly to put on the garments. Eventually happy that everything was in the right place she turned hesitantly to look upon her form in the mirror. Her jaw dropped in disbelief as she took in the stranger that looked back at her.

Instead of the shy, scared, insecure young woman she used to see stood a seductive sultry vixen. Slowly Sophia ran her trembling hands down her body; over the tight black leather and lace corset that barely covered her breasts, over her corset covered stomach to the little lace skirt that barely covered her arse, to stop at the milky white flesh that peaked from the tops of the thigh-high black stockings that seemingly danced over her skin. It was as if she was looking at a completely different woman. A gasp pulled Sophia’s eyes away from the mirror, and before she knew it Alexis had pulled her from the dressing room for all eyes to see.

Instantly Alexis’, Honey’s and Cherries’ hands were all over Sophia, pulling and prodding the corset to sit properly on her form and marveling at the body Sophia fought so hard to keep away from people’s prying eyes. Sophia began to panic; her heart beat thudded painfully, her blood pumped feverishly, her head quickly becoming dizzy. She had to get out of there, but their hands were trapping her from any escape.

“Holy shit, Soph, your ass is the cutest thing I’ve ever seen!” The slap of Honey’s strike upon Sophia’s cheeks echoed throughout the store, heightening her already severe anxiety. With a few cleverly placed slaps and a quick sidestep Sophia was free from the grasping hands. Quickly she turned on her heels and ran down the aisle only to find Scarlet smiling gleefully at her. Sophia tried her best to sidestep her, but Scarlet prevented her every move. Finally Sophia stopped and stood still, she was in no mood for games. She just had to get out of there. She felt herself begin to tense into a panic. Slowly she tried to calm herself down with deep long breaths. Slow, deep breaths Soph, slow and deep.

“Look! I found one perfect for you!” It was then that Scarlet whipped her hands out and jiggled a giant black plastic vibrator to flap in Sophia’s face. Instantly Sophia’s blood began to boil as Scarlet shoved the giant toy into her trembling hands. The vibrator was bigger than both Sophia's hands combined! Sophia’s eyes glared heatedly at Scarlet who burst into laughter, tears slowly running down her cheeks. What little self control and dignity Sophia had left suddenly slipped away. That was it. She had had enough. With a forceful push she walked passed Scarlet only to smack headfirst into a hard wall of male chest. Slowly Sophia backed away, her eyes coming up to meet the bastard that had prevented her from leaving.

Her eyes store daggers up from the man’s chest to his face.

“Jackson…” Sophia’s small whimper was barely audible as her mind frantically searched for any excuse to free her from this moment. All the blood from her body seemingly vanished and her heart stopped as his name slipped from her lips. God, why him? Why now? Have you not messed with me enough today?

She watched as he slowly took her in, his eyes widening as they glanced upon the large toy within her hands. Without a second thought Sophia released the toy and heard it slap upon the wooden floor. It then began to hum and she pulled her eyes away from Jackson to watch the large dildo flop and jiggle wildly upon the floor.

Sophia quickly clamped her eyes shut and silently prayed for God, Zeus, anyone fucking deity to just shoot her down instantly. That’s right…just line up that laser target in between my eyes and pull the damn trigger!

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Inspiration
http://www.costumeconnection.com.au/contents/media/corset%20with%20under%20wire%20skirt.jpg​

 

[marauder13]

Jackson stood, lost in thought. His thoughts went back to Sophia. She would be the perfect in to finding out more about Adam's Rib. He didn't even really need to seduce her, not like one of the working girls there. All he needed to be was a friend, someone she would talk to about... well stuff.

His thoughts were interrupted by a small group of women entering the store, and discussing various items on offer. Jackson let the voices fade out while he resumed his thinking.

'Who am I kidding anyway. How much would the kid know? That would be of any usefulness. Yeah, and being her friend? Right, and politicians don't lie. I want to fuck her, pure and simple. And why not? She's fucking gorgeous. Face facts, I have quite a few little fantasies about how she would be like in bed... and other places.'

He took a deep breath, and picked up a DVD cover. He gazed at the cover, a slight frown on his face as he looked at the women all impaled on large cocks, most of them anally. Yet everyone of the women looked like they were enjoying it and not being too badly hurt. He continued to browse, occasionally stopping to pick up one DVD and read the blurb on the back, as well as look at the images. The women who arrived earlier resumed making sounds, very happy with something that was happening. The sound of a slap caught his attention, but he didn't look for fear of drawing the wrong kind of attention.

Jackson placed the DVD back on the shelf, and turned to head out of the store when someone slammed into him. He looked down onto a blonde crown and black clad body. His eyes widened at the sight of Sophia in one of the more conservative pieces of lingerie in the store. He slowly tracked his gaze down, noting the curves enhanced by the corset as he continued past the small band of lace across the contrasting exposed skin to see more dark encased legs beneath.

'Thank you God, but I am unworthy... Fucking hell she's gorgeous... I'll take one of those to go thanks... Now, where was that special room of theirs again...'

“Jackson…”

He heard her whimper his name slightly, but he kept up his open, silent adoration at the stunning sight that was before him. Nothing he imagined compared to how she looked right there and then. Her legs did wonderful things inside the simple black stockings that clung to her limbs. He so wanted to reach out and feel them. The small part of her exposed thighs stood out calling attention to them in a positive manner, while subtly alluding to what was hidden not only by the band of lace, but undoubtedly some other fine piece of undergarment just as alluring. He liked the combination of strength and softness in the corset. The leather doing most of the work in ensuring the wonderful shape, while the touches of lace made it seem like it was mere conforming to the body it hugged so well. His eyes slowly traced the curves once more on display, this time even more sensually than when he saw her at work. Her breasts were magnificent in their pose and display. This was not faltered by the way she was breathing, which almost had him breathing in sync with her. He finally tracked back to her pale face, oblivious to the true meaning of it.

"Wow," he breathed. Collecting his wits a little, he said the first thing that returned to his mind, "In my opinion, you should keep that." He couldn't help himself, he let his eyes roam over her again. He wanted to remember as much of this vision of beauty before she ran away from him. There was no way he was going to move away and deny himself that visual feast.

He felt the barely noticed toy that she had held in her hands bounce against his ankle. He looked down at the monstrous vibrator, frowning deeply. He squatted down to pick it up, which brought his eyesight closer to the lacy skirt of the outfit. He suppressed a whimper of his own as he clutched the wayward toy. He wanted to hold something else, more precisely someone else, rather than the wriggling mass in his hand. With a great amount of effort, he returned to standing properly. After a little blind fiddling, Jackson turned off the device, casually handing back to Sophia.

"This on the other hand, I would recommend not buying."

 

[ShyMystica]

OOC - Warning! This post is not up to my usual standard. For that I apologise. I am still fighting this writer's block. I am working hard at fixing the issues. So, once again I am sorry.

IC

With her eyes squeezed shut, Sophia continued to pray a way out of the situation she currently found herself in. This place...this sex store...was far from her ideal setting to be meeting people, let alone the garments she currently found herself to be in. Suddenly she was slammed with the awareness of her near naked attire. Nervously she wrapped her arms around her form in a feeble attempt to hold onto any dignity she had left. Yet as her nerves continued to rise, each powerful thud of her heart drew more attention to her nakedness; the bulging of her breasts over the painfully tight corset, the exposed skin of her albino rear-end, every ugly mole, scar, dimple, and blemish now exposed to the world, and more embarrassingly, to Jackson’s gaze as he thoroughly and openly took her in.


“Wow...”


Jackson’s reaction caught her completely by surprise, almost shocking her out of her current panicked state. It wasn’t a reaction she had ever remembered receiving in her life. Sure, she had seen men react in such ways around her attractive friends, and in even more inhibited ways to the girls at the brothel. But never in a million years had she ever expected to have such a reaction for herself. Was it a compliment? No...surely he was just being polite...Either way, it left her speechless and rather confused as to how to reply.


"In my opinion, you should keep that."


She watched in almost dumbfounded awe as he continued to gaze upon her form. The look in Jackson’s eyes mesmerised her. It was a look of, what she presumed was, lust? Desire? No matter what it was, it transformed his face, though subtly, to become intensely masculine yet somehow, playful and gentle. The deep blue hues of his eyes seemed to dance mischievously, the lift of his left eyebrow only adding to the playful expression. But the slight squint gave a sense of sternness and intensity; a look that both captivated and thrilled her.

Suddenly Sophia’s mind flooded with images as a need overcame her; sweat-slickened, naked bodies dancing a sensual dance of passionate exploration; soft moans echo amidst fervent kisses and heavy breaths; a soft gasp as masculine hands capture wrists above her head; soft thighs part and wrap to pull him closer still; a silent plea with lust-crazed emerald eyes, his mesmerising brilliant blue orbs shinning with both understanding and anticipation; then a thrust, splitting her moist core, pushing deep...


"This on the other hand, I would recommend not buying."


The now stilled gigantic dildo being placed within her hands snapped her harshly back to reality. Shaking her head free of the feverish images, Sophia struggled to find some composure, her cheeks burning with both embarrassment, shock and...arousal?


My god! Soph! What the hell is wrong with you? Pull yourself together! My god, you just sexually assaulted a man you barely know in your mind! Well...it seemed like he was enjoying it. But that isn’t the point!


Finally pulling her eyes away from his, Sophia dipped her head shyly as she struggled to find words, any word, to fill the uncomfortable silence. What was she to say?

‘Oh hi Jackson. Don’t mind me running around a sex store half naked with a group of prostitutes and giant dildos...yeah, I do this all the time! Oh, and by the way, I just fantasised about you and I – fucking.’

Even in her mind she struggled to ‘say’ the word.

Yeah...that isn’t going to happen.


“And what is wrong with it? A girl needs a good toy...” Scarlet’s rich voice fluttered over Sophia’s shoulder, her hand wrapping around her waist as she grabbed the giant sex toy from her open hands. “...or are you man enough to satisfy her all on your own?”

Sophia’s gaze turned violent with embarrassment, staring daggers at the red-haired beauty.


Oh...my...god...does the woman have no shame? None at all?


“Scarlet...” Sophia’s voice hissed in warning.


“What? Can you blame me for being curious about your...friend?” Scarlets’ voiced dripped with sexuality and dirty promises, a technique Sophia had seen her use many a time at gaining new clients. She seemed oblivious to Sophia’s undertone.


Intense anger-filled adrenalin began to pump through her veins, her vision becoming hazed with rage. With a small stumble backwards, she noticed just how unstable she was…she was trembling beyond control. She watched both Cherrie and Honey stalk towards Jackson curiously, Alexis following, a look of cross-examination spread across her features. All the while Scarlet seemed to undress the poor man with her eyes. She wanted to run, her patience had reached its limit. She had to get the hell out of there, away from these women, from the brothel, away from her life! Yet she remained still. She couldn’t bring herself to move…just breathe…big breaths. Her body tingled to numbness, a ringing deafness, her vision hazed, her mind dizzy…all she could do was breathe. She closed her eyes and felt the vertigo of moving.


Without thinking Sophia had backed away from the group and into the changing room. She was on auto-pilot, quickly tearing off the lingerie and swiftly into her own clothes. Within seconds she was out of the stall and paused in mid-thought. The giggles and banter of the girls and Jackson echoed through the store. They seemed rather rapt with him.


Look at the man, can you blame them? The man is as handsome...is that even the right word? Handsome? No...drop dead gorgeous? Sexy?...Dammit Soph, get the damned man out of your head! He doesn’t want you, look at him with the girls...


A small twinge of jealousy fluttered through Sophia’s mind as she observed the group from her safe distance. Cherrie and Honey had now captured the poor man in a flirtatious sandwich, Scarlet continuing her over-sexual banter while Alexis seemed to have quieted on her interrogation. He seemed to be handling Alexis’ interrogation fluently and without difficulty. Satisfied that the girls were suitably distracted, Sophia was out the door, passed the overly-huge security guard and in the car park, leaning exhaustedly against Alexis’ car.


Gulping down the fresh air, the tension seemingly lifted off Sophia’s shoulders as she finally began to calm. She was free, out in the open, away from the sexuality within the store...Jackson included. How on earth her mind managed to turn a simple look into that much sexual need, she had no clue. Yet she didn’t have the energy or the emotional capacity to dissect it. Concluding that it was just the atmosphere and an exhausted mind, Sophia hurried the memory of the fantasy away without a second thought.


Suddenly awareness overcame her...that of the freedom she finally found herself to be in. She was alone...no bodyguards, no working-girls, no Madame, no sex store librarian, or sleazy clientele...no one. She could run and they would never know. Yes, run...just run as far she could and never look back. What would be the worst that could happen? Her father would suffer? So what? She thought of the life he had forced her into, the unknown future she now faced. It was his entire fault! Every last piece of shit that was now her life was his fault! He deserved anything that came to him as a result of her fleeing. What was the worst that would happen? He would have to work in the brothel? He would get beaten to death since his payment ‘bounced’?


The last thought resonated within her mind, rendering all other thoughts to silence. Yes, he was a sleazy arsehole of a father...but he was her father. She saw the guilt upon his face this morning, and it pulled at her heart painfully, the guilt swirling excruciatingly for ever thinking such things upon her own father. With a deep, long, exhausted sigh, she slipped onto the bonnet of Alexis’ car and let all ideas of running fade.


I may hate you old man, but you won’t die at my hand. You better appreciate this...

 

[marauder13]

Jackson had only just dropped the massive sex toy back into Sophia's hands when he noticed the approach of what he could only term a wolf pack. The four women were focused on him, rather than on Sophia. While it is a fantasy of many a male to have a bevy of sexy women interested in him, the reality of such never seemed to match the fantasy.

“And what is wrong with it? A girl needs a good toy... or are you man enough to satisfy her all on your own?”

The red haired woman almost draped herself around Sophia, removing the sex toy from Sophia's hands. Her voice was almost liquid sex, which poured into his ears and flowed all the way to his groin.

“Scarlet...” Sophia's voice sliced through the air, shock clear in the tone as well as in Sophia's facial expression.

“What? Can you blame me for being curious about your...friend?”

The way Scarlett said 'friend' made it sound intimate, naughty and slightly dirty. The associated thoughts of deeds that met those criteria almost sent shivers down his spine.

"Well, I would like to hope I was man enough for her, but there is only one way we can find out," Jackson replied smoothly, more so than he felt. While he was focused on Scarlet, another woman came up behind her, watching Jackson intently. In his mind, she was the danger. Scarlett was dangerous too, but she was nothing compared to the executioner hovering behind her.

"Oh, this one is cute."

"And so tall," the last word was breathed more than spoken. Jackson found himself to be flanked by two Asian women who hugged his lower torso. Their hands roamed over his body as Jackson tried to figure out who to watch. He caught sight of Sophia starting to leave. She looked hurt, embarrassed and a few other emotions that disappeared from sight when she turned to leave.

"Cherrie, he's so hard," one of the Asian's said, patting his abdomen.

"I wonder if other parts are just as hard." Cherrie replied with a light chuckle, her hand moving toward his crotch. Jackson caught the movement just before she reached her goal, gently slapping her hand aside.

"Uh-uh, sweetie. Not until we've had drinks first."

"So," Scarlet drawled, "what's your interest in our friend?"

Jackson caught what looked like the being stripped gaze, which almost made him blush. The proximity of the two Asian women was unsettling him, particularly with the subtle moves of their compact bodies against him, and the roaming hands.

"That she is a very nice young lady that I would like to get to know better. Is there something wrong with that?"

"Yes." The judge had spoken. Sentence - Guilty.

"I have no idea who any of you are, beyond being Sophia's friends. But, I have met her once before, and I will admit that she left a damn fine impression on me. Now, if you have finished your interrogation, I would like to head home."

"Not to fast, sugar." Jackson could tell that Scarlet knew how to use her voice. He felt his hormones ebb and flow on the tone of her voice. "You know your way around a place like this. I can tell. Sophia, on the other hand, wouldn't have entered here without us. So, what are you intentions with her?"

Jackson smiled lazily. "Why I'm a man of course. My intentions with a pretty woman are always dishonourable."

Scarlet's laugh was a rich throaty affair, while the clinging Asians laughed in a typical giggly schoolgirl manner. The judge remained unimpressed.

"Well then," Scarlet placed a fingernail at the top of his chest, "you had best make sure that those intentions become honourable, mister." She dragged her fingernail down his chest, leaving a wake of goosebumps behind it. "Because I quite like her how she is. A nice sweet young woman."

"I don't want him anywhere near her. A man who comes to a place like this is not someone I'd like seeing with her."

"You want to go for drinks then?" One of the little Asian women asked, drawing his attention away from the executioner. "But, before that, I felt yours, you can feel mine." She took his hand in hers, and with surprising strength, put his hand on her rather petite derriere. He lost himself in the feel of the tight mound of flesh that filled his hand. He was totally unaware of the other hand being moved toward the chest of the other woman at his side.

"Hey!" He pulled both of his hands back, fighting down the blush as both hands went into his pockets. "Again, I admire the thoughts, but like I said, drinks first, then we can discuss playing around."

"See. This is why I don't think he's good enough for Sophia."

"Well, before you let someone like him out in a Lamborghini, you let them take a spin in a Porsche to see if they can handle it. When you're ready, sugar, I'll hand you my keys and take this Porsche out for a spin."

Jackson blinked a few times while he rallied his thoughts. He turned to look at the executioner.

"You don't like me because I am in a sex shop? I find it hard to believe that Sophia brought herself in here, and all of you trailed behind her. So if that makes me not good friend material, what does it make you then? I heard how you were with her earlier, and I know this much, I wouldn't do that to her."

Jackson stepped forward, standing close enough to Scarlet to almost touch her.

"Thank you for your offer, but when I have a chance at a Lamborghini, why on earth would I settle for a Porsche? Even if it would check my abilities to handle the clearly superior model?"

Jackson walked out of the middle of the women, heading for the door out of the store. "If that is a cross section of the staff at Adam's Rib... my fucking God! No wonder the place does so well." His softly spoken words were backed up my a slightly shaking head.

Outside was calming for him. Darker, cooler and with a noticeable drop in the female population. Though the last element was a mixed blessing. Three out of the four of Sophia's 'friends' were definitely worth seeing again, even just socially. Of course, in the back of his mind, he could clearly see all manner of fun events with them, but that was not something he wanted to dwell on at that point.

He came to a complete stop when he raised his eyes from the ground and saw Sophia leaning against a car in the parking lot. His heart skipped a beat as the image of her in the corset almost blotted out what his eyes could see.

"Well, that was quite embarrassing, wasn't it?" Jackson kept his voice conversational. "I mean, not just for you, and not just the... bumping into each other in there." He came to a stop dar enough away to make talking easy, but wanting to give her the feeling of safety. "Your... uhh... friends in there were rather protective of you. They wanted to make sure that I was... well... good enough to be a friend. Or actually more than a friend. Look, I meant what I said in there about the corset you had on. It was very nice on you. If you ever want something like that, think about that style."

He looked at her, trying to gauge who she was feeling. Jackson felt some fairly clear signals about how he thought about her, mostly from the part of him that thought by itself. There was little doubt that she was well worth some time in bed. But she was different to the quartet inside. She lacked their more aggressive qualities. He still wondered what on earth she was doing in Adam's Rib.

"I guess it wouldn't be right for me to be hanging around with you at the moment. In a dark carpark and all. Your friends will probably be pissed with me for doing that."

He moved a little closer to the light, pulling out a small note pad and pen. He quickly wrote his name and a contact number on a page, tearing it out quickly. He held it forward, well within Sophia's reach.

"If you'd like to have a coffee or something, here's who you can get me."