Pleasures of the Night

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Olivette Pryor stood at the large bay window of the Crimson Rose, the brothel she had meticulously built from the ground up in the heart of Allure. The city was bustling with its usual evening fervor, the streets alive with the mingling scents of market stalls and the echoes of laughter and negotiation. From her vantage point, she could see the flickering lanterns casting golden glows on cobblestones, painting a picture of warmth that belied the shadows lurking in every corner.

Dressed in a rich burgundy gown that complemented her blonde hair, Olivette exuded an air of command and elegance. Her sharp blue eyes, lined with kohl, missed nothing as she surveyed the scene below. Every night was a performance, and she was both the director and the leading lady.

"Madam Pryor," A soft voice called from the doorway. It was Isabel, one of her most trusted girls. "The new shipment of wine has arrived, and the merchants are waiting for your approval."

Olivette turned, her calculating gaze softening slightly. "Very well, Isabel. Ensure they're compensated fairly. I don't want any trouble with them tonight."

Isabel nodded and hurried away, leaving Olivette to her thoughts. The Crimson Rose was more than just a brothel; it was a sanctuary, a place of pleasure and power, where secrets were traded as freely as coin. And Olivette Pryor, with her keen intellect and unyielding will, was at its heart.

She moved with purpose through the opulent halls, her heels clicking on polished wooden floors, past rooms adorned with silken drapes and plush furnishings. Each detail was a testament to her ambition and her eye for beauty. She entered the main parlor, where the evening's first patrons were already beginning to gather, their laughter and conversation filling the space with a vibrant energy.

"Ladies and gentlemen," Olivette announced, her voice commanding yet inviting. "Welcome to the Crimson Rose. May your night be filled with delights and your hearts left wanting for nothing."

As the guests settled in, Olivette's bright blue eyes swept over the room, noting familiar faces and new ones alike. She knew every secret, every desire, and she thrived on the power that knowledge brought. Tonight, like every night, she would ensure that the Crimson Rose remained a beacon of pleasure and power in a world that was always on the edge of darkness.

The girls had assembled at the Aetos estate to get ready, mostly to build their story of a dinner party so her brother and sister didn't have a stroke about where they were truly going. Dru and the girls were truly going to the Crimson Rose a very favorited spot for the girls, but Dru mostly liked the social interaction of the place plus she liked teasing the boys and girls having yet to go all the way. She'd save herself for marriage so that's where liking girls came in, she could fool around a little more.

The Crimson Rose was so elegant Dru often forgot the place was a whore house, she'd never call it as such and neither would her girls. Dru was already buzzing off a bottle of shared wine back at her estate. Madame Pyror had made her announcement and arrival which always pleased Dru as she had got quite attached to the woman so she excused herself from the girls who were being entertained by the male workers of the establishment and headed toward Pyror.

"Another beautiful day Madame," Dru gave a respectful curtsey.

Having been in this business as many years as Olivette had, she was familiar with people from all walks of life. And one steady thing she could always depend on; was the curiosities and interest of the younger nobility. It was of course common to find men -married or unattached- enjoying the company offered by her employees, but she herself rather enjoyed the sight of the young noble ladies. They were always so fascinated by the pleasures found at the Crimson Rose, and it was always such a vast contrast in how the ladies behaved versus the men.

Of course, she had all types of men and women working for her, but there were the occasional few that Olivette would allow to pay for the pleasure of her company. One of her recent favorites being young Lady Aetos. The Girls, consisting of Dru and her three best friends, were easy favorites at the Crimson Rose. Lovely, always in good spirits for fun, and never short of coin to spend.

Her blue eyes followed Dru as she made her way toward her, a coy smile spreading across her lips as she the young woman gave her a polite curtsy with her greeting. “And yet, not half as lovely as you, Lady Aetos.” She dipped her head, returning the gesture with a wink as she raised a brow. “Have you already selected your partner for the evening? I do believe Talia has learned quite the clever trick with her tongue.” She let her eyes size up Dru, clearly she had no shame in being seen admiring the young woman. And her talk of suggesting a girl to Dru was common, though both women knew that if Dru wanted; she would get to enjoy her evening with Olivette. She only needed to say so.

Dru always seemed to eat up the compliments of Madame Pryor, in fact when Dru wasn't spending time with Talia, Nadine, or Emma the young lady throughly enjoyed Madame Pryor. Dru had never been intimate with another man as she was self sworn to keep herself pure...in that way...for marriage. Of course she enjoyed the occasional makeout with a man and a few more innocent things, but women...oh she made herself blush at the things she's shares with other women, in fact she was very familiar with one of her friends in that very room having experimented with them at a very young age.

"I was hoping to spend my time with your company Madame Pryor," Dru admitted quite confidently and not the least bit shy either Dru leaned in to kiss the older woman on the cheek taking a moment to take in her smell as she nibbled lightly against the woman's ear whispering, "...Talia is a generous teacher and I might have the same technique..."

Business wouldn’t be quite so successful if the brothel workers and Madam weren’t such sticklers for discretion, so even though Dru was considered quite the ‘regular’, no one in polite society was privy to that information unless Dru told them herself. Which was unlikely. While men could be seen entering and leaving a brothel with little concern for their good name, society wasn’t quite so approving of women doing the same. Just another reason why Olivette enjoyed her own position in society so much. She was respected and feared, as one who knew many secrets; but was comfortable enough in her sexuality to enjoy men and women as she saw fit with little care to what the town might think. Because at the end of the day, she was never alone.

Her marriage might have been more of a sham than people knew, but Leo was her best friend and he always had her back. The pair made quite the duo, fiercely protective of the other’s secrets and wellbeing.

A smile crossed her lips at Dru’s words, the older woman accepted the kiss on her cheek and couldn’t help the soft catch in her breath at the feel of the younger woman’s teeth on her ear as she whispered. “Mmmm, well when you put it like that; how can I refuse?” She lifted a hand to gently stroke Dru’s cheek, while taking her hand in her free hand and gently guiding her to one of the few rooms that had a door.

Olivette’s private room wasn’t seen by many clients, though Dru was one of the few exceptions. She tugged Dru into the room after her before shutting the door and pressing her against it. “I’ll have to scold Talia for teaching you something new,” She said with a bemused half smile, her lips kissing softly up Dru’s neck. “That’s my job.”

Dru rarely let her boss attitude be placed by the wayside, she craved the control with most other women but when it came to Madame Pryor Dru melted into a shy little submissive girl. She let the woman lead her to the familiar private room of Olivette and as soon as the door closed Dru was being pushed against the door, Instinctively Dru reached out with both hands grabbing Madame Pryor by her hips and bunching her dress in her hands as she pulled the woman closer, she couldn't hold back the soft moan when Olivette began kissing her neck.

"Yeah and what if it was me that made her teach me new things?" she practically felt heat rising from two places between her legs and on her face, "You can scold me if you think you can Madame," she would kiss Olivette on the mouth breathing against the woman's lips, "Maybe you should really let me have it for being so bad," she nipped at the older woman's bottom lip and if the woman tried to kiss her Dru would playfully dodge her lips, "but I don't think you can..."

Olivette's lips curved into a mischievous smile against Dru's neck. "Oh, my dear, you underestimate me," She whispered, her breath warm and tantalizing. She trailed her fingers lightly up Dru's arms, teasing her skin. "You think I can't handle you?" Her voice was a mix of challenge and seduction.

Olivette leaned back just enough to lock eyes with Dru, her gaze intense and unwavering. "You want to be taught, do you?" Her hand moved to Dru's chin, tilting her head up slightly. "You want to be punished for being so bad?" She let her words hang in the air, the tension between them almost palpable.

Before Dru could respond, Olivette's lips crashed onto hers with a fierce passion, claiming her mouth in a way that left no room for playful dodges. Her hand slipped behind Dru's neck, holding her in place as she deepened the kiss, showing her exactly who was in control.

When she finally pulled back, just enough to catch her breath, Olivette's eyes sparkled with a wicked glint. "Oh, I'll let you have it, darling."

Dru was seemingly caught off guard by the kiss but through pleased moans she melted into it wrapping her arms around Olivette's waist. The older woman was very experienced and the way she handled and controlled Dru was everything Dru wanted, she liked being controlled and she liked to be punished when she was a brat.

Dru and Olivette stared into each other's eyes when the latter broke the kiss, Dru whimpered at the woman's words and her breathing was heavy just like the heavy pounding in her chest. Biting her bottom lip Dru submissively nodded, "do it then," Dru begged lowly as she reached up to push the strap from her dress down, "do it."

Olivette's eyes darkened with a mix of desire and satisfaction as she watched Dru's submissive gesture. The air between them crackled with anticipation. Her hand moved with deliberate slowness, brushing the strap aside with a feather-light touch before her fingers traced down Dru's shoulder, leaving a trail of warmth in their wake.

She leaned in, her lips brushing Dru’s ear as she murmured in a voice heavy with promise, “You asked for it, and I intend to give you exactly what you crave.” Her words were both a command and a caress, blending seamlessly into Dru’s heightened senses.

Olivette’s hands, skilled and confident, began to explore the curves of Dru's body, every touch intended to assert control and heighten the pleasure. She took her time, savoring each reaction, ensuring that Dru felt every bit of the dominance she had asked for.

Dru was putty in Olivette's hands and her body reacted to the every touch, chill bumps covering her body as the woman explored. Dru could only maintain eye contact as another strap fell away and she finally twisted around hands on the wall, "You'll have to take this dress off me Madame," Dru whispered exposing the neatly tied lace that kept her dress on, she playfully pushed and grinder against Olivette as she greedily waited to be undressed, but she took her hair down letting the dark curls fall, "please," she begged.

This was by far not their ‘first’ experience together, Olivette knew just how to handle Dru’s bratty side and assert her dominance with the young woman. Every touch was very intentional and precise, tracing down the woman’s arms and grinning as she spun to face the wall, glancing over her shoulder and insisting Olivette remove her dress. She had every intention of stripping Dru bare and enjoying her body completely… but on her terms.

“Ah, but you’ve been so very naughty, my little Dru…” her voice trailed off as she gripped her hips and pushed her further against the wall, her own body gently pressing against the girl’s back as she placed slow kisses along the back of her neck. “I think you should say please again for me… it sounds so very lovely when you beg.”

Her hand slipped up Dru’s chest and gently massaged her breasts. Dru had quickly become one of her favorite clients, her time with the younger woman was always a treat.

Dru whimpered lowly when Olivette pushed her against the wall and her body quivered with excitement. She bit her lip and her eyes lulled as the woman kissed her, "please," she repeated back low and sweet, both hands rolling into pleasured fists when Olivette touched her chest, "please Madame," she cried this time, it wasn't sad or from a place of pain but something building towards ecstasy.

“That’s right…” Her breath warm against the back of Dru’s neck, hands slowly releasing her breast and moving to the back of her gown, fingers teasingly finding the tied lace to begin removing the fabric. “Such an obedient girl, I’ll remember than after I’m finished punishing you.” she gently nipped along the young woman’s shoulder as her hand effortlessly unlaced the back of Dru’s dress. She had been in this business far too long to struggle with the removal of clothes.

Plus, there was something to be said about those who could effortlessly unlace a dress or corset with one hand, a skill that Olivette had learned from one of her most generous benefactors. “When I spank you, would you prefer to bend over the bed, or my lap?” She teased, gently sliding the dress down.

[FADE TO BLACK]