The Brothel (Chapter V) by TugboatWilliams, literature
Literature
The Brothel (Chapter V)
Chapter V
“And two-thousand four-hundred ninety-eight, two-thousand four-hundred-ninety-nine, twenty-five hundred!” Barbara said in relief. The women had gathered each of their shares of coin into three sacks that jingled like the finest bells at Christmas time.
“She believes in the birth of Christ?” Eve thumbed a cord of silver tinsel. “And why decorate a brothel? Who’s it for?”
“You wanna ask that question?” Jezebel said through a bag full of pistachios. “Or do you wanna get outta this place?” the punk panther continued throwing one of the nuts into the air with the intent to catch it in her mouth. It smacked her in the noggin with a small clunk. The girl rubbed her head and looked towards the others. They were thankfully given proper clothes to cover themselves. As they walked down the hallway early for their appointment with their Mistress, they came to a door, and they looked inside.
In the dimly lit room, a fire raged under the mantle; only obstructed by a tall throne like
The Brothel (Chapter IV-B) by TugboatWilliams, literature
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The Brothel (Chapter IV-B)
Chapter IV-B
Elsewhere, Barbara and Michelle were playing with one another. Their stay in the brothel was proving itself to be quite tame. The clown was dressed in an extravagantly complex, and skimpy, version of her old outfit. Orange undersuit with blue polka dots showing a non-existent cleavage. She still had her fancy neck ruff but equipped with even fancier boots and gloves. She playfully ran a finger across Michelle’s forehead.
Michelle wore not her usual lionspaw shell bra, but a coconut cup brasier. She also had a crown made of flowers atop her head in addition to a loose grass skirt. She sat upon the edge of a fountain that was full of copper pieces.
“I wonder if this is offensive? You’re not even a Hawian.” Barbara said. “I think?”
“I was actually born in Honolulu. My parents were on their honeymoon when I ‘arrived’.” Michelle exposited her origin as it was told to her.
“Oh that’s cute!” Barbara replied. She looked back to the door waiting for an interruption. Their room
The Brothel (Chapter III) by TugboatWilliams, literature
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The Brothel (Chapter III)
Chapter III
“So I have a proposal. A decree. A royal writ that you must all sign.” Hilary cocked her head to the side. “Well, I’ll sign it for you. I’ll just grab your tiny little hands and write for you. Actually I can ink a thumb and have it placed onto a piece of paper.”
The weird woman posed once more. “This proposal shall be your salvation!”
“Blah, blah, blah.” Bremon interrupted her monologue, “So, what, we sign your little contract and all goes back to normal? I don’t believe it. It’s too good to be true.”
“Well, aren’t we opinionated.” Hilary deadpanned, scowling at the succubus. She snapped her fingers and long parchments of papers popped into existence before each of the women. “I’ll cut to the chase here,” she said in a lawyerly tone of voice, “This is an employment contract that basically says you will work for me in my brothel. Until such an amount is paid in full you’ll be beholden to me, you will service who I say when I say, no ifs ands or buts unless it’s your
The Brothel: Chapter II by TugboatWilliams, literature
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The Brothel: Chapter II
Chapter II
The tunnel vision slowly receded, as consciousness returned to Jezebel. She looked around to see the other seven women chained and sitting on the floor.
“This Princess Leia shit isn’t funny.” Ashley clenched her fist. Ashley did her best to pull on her chain. “Hey demon gal, can’t you magic us out of this shithole?”
“I already tried that.” Bremon said back holding up her blackened manacles, “It didn’t work. By the way, my name is Bre, and the woman you patted down earlier is Olivia. Pleasure to meet you all.”
“Nice to meet you too, but let’s save our introductions when we get out of here.” Ashley kicked at the wall and groaned. Barbara meanwhile kept trying to unlock the manacale with a bobby pin that she pulled from somewhere. She grinned at Jezebel who cocked a head in surprise. “Never leave home without it!”
Olivia sat herself on a pile of rocks, looking at her chains. More specifically their length.
“Why did our captors make our chains so long?” she muttered
The Brothel (Chapter V) by TugboatWilliams, literature
Literature
The Brothel (Chapter V)
Chapter V
“And two-thousand four-hundred ninety-eight, two-thousand four-hundred-ninety-nine, twenty-five hundred!” Barbara said in relief. The women had gathered each of their shares of coin into three sacks that jingled like the finest bells at Christmas time.
“She believes in the birth of Christ?” Eve thumbed a cord of silver tinsel. “And why decorate a brothel? Who’s it for?”
“You wanna ask that question?” Jezebel said through a bag full of pistachios. “Or do you wanna get outta this place?” the punk panther continued throwing one of the nuts into the air with the intent to catch it in her mouth. It smacked her in the noggin with a small clunk. The girl rubbed her head and looked towards the others. They were thankfully given proper clothes to cover themselves. As they walked down the hallway early for their appointment with their Mistress, they came to a door, and they looked inside.
In the dimly lit room, a fire raged under the mantle; only obstructed by a tall throne like
The Brothel (Chapter IV-B) by TugboatWilliams, literature
Literature
The Brothel (Chapter IV-B)
Chapter IV-B
Elsewhere, Barbara and Michelle were playing with one another. Their stay in the brothel was proving itself to be quite tame. The clown was dressed in an extravagantly complex, and skimpy, version of her old outfit. Orange undersuit with blue polka dots showing a non-existent cleavage. She still had her fancy neck ruff but equipped with even fancier boots and gloves. She playfully ran a finger across Michelle’s forehead.
Michelle wore not her usual lionspaw shell bra, but a coconut cup brasier. She also had a crown made of flowers atop her head in addition to a loose grass skirt. She sat upon the edge of a fountain that was full of copper pieces.
“I wonder if this is offensive? You’re not even a Hawian.” Barbara said. “I think?”
“I was actually born in Honolulu. My parents were on their honeymoon when I ‘arrived’.” Michelle exposited her origin as it was told to her.
“Oh that’s cute!” Barbara replied. She looked back to the door waiting for an interruption. Their room
The Brothel (Chapter III) by TugboatWilliams, literature
Literature
The Brothel (Chapter III)
Chapter III
“So I have a proposal. A decree. A royal writ that you must all sign.” Hilary cocked her head to the side. “Well, I’ll sign it for you. I’ll just grab your tiny little hands and write for you. Actually I can ink a thumb and have it placed onto a piece of paper.”
The weird woman posed once more. “This proposal shall be your salvation!”
“Blah, blah, blah.” Bremon interrupted her monologue, “So, what, we sign your little contract and all goes back to normal? I don’t believe it. It’s too good to be true.”
“Well, aren’t we opinionated.” Hilary deadpanned, scowling at the succubus. She snapped her fingers and long parchments of papers popped into existence before each of the women. “I’ll cut to the chase here,” she said in a lawyerly tone of voice, “This is an employment contract that basically says you will work for me in my brothel. Until such an amount is paid in full you’ll be beholden to me, you will service who I say when I say, no ifs ands or buts unless it’s your
The Brothel: Chapter II by TugboatWilliams, literature
Literature
The Brothel: Chapter II
Chapter II
The tunnel vision slowly receded, as consciousness returned to Jezebel. She looked around to see the other seven women chained and sitting on the floor.
“This Princess Leia shit isn’t funny.” Ashley clenched her fist. Ashley did her best to pull on her chain. “Hey demon gal, can’t you magic us out of this shithole?”
“I already tried that.” Bremon said back holding up her blackened manacles, “It didn’t work. By the way, my name is Bre, and the woman you patted down earlier is Olivia. Pleasure to meet you all.”
“Nice to meet you too, but let’s save our introductions when we get out of here.” Ashley kicked at the wall and groaned. Barbara meanwhile kept trying to unlock the manacale with a bobby pin that she pulled from somewhere. She grinned at Jezebel who cocked a head in surprise. “Never leave home without it!”
Olivia sat herself on a pile of rocks, looking at her chains. More specifically their length.
“Why did our captors make our chains so long?” she muttered
Okay, a bit more rules on my last update.
I'll change the 5 into a 10 for more chances to get a spot.
However, please only give me one story and a in-depth explanation of it, a paragraph or 5 sentences will do; tell me how it should end and any character names if you wish. Also, tell me if you want PG-13 or 18+ antics.
You can read me here:
https://www.writing.com/main/interactive-story/item_id/2165943-Growing-Embarrassment
Be warned a few entries were in my amateur stage.