The House of Many Pleasures

By Donna and Abs

The House of Many Pleasures was now fully operational. With five girls to choose from, the men could be assured of not having a long wait to be *serviced*. The bottom floor of the large brownstone was set aside as common areas - a huge gathering room, a dining area, and business offices for the men who ran the place. In the basement there was a small Roman style bath, with a sauna and steam room, as well as a lounging pool that used water from a hot spring to fill it. Upstairs were the studios for the girls to *entertain* in, and in one wing, not accessible from the guest areas, were the girl’s private apartments. As the sun sat in the western sky, the clients started to wander in.  

Apparently Esperanza was where the Immortal males uninterested in, or lucky enough to avoid, Sadaam went to live.  There were plenty of interested men, and the place was humming!  At least to Candi, Ingrid and Nefertiri.  Carmelita could care less, and Angelique did not sense Immortals. 

One of them, dressed nattily in late 1800's gambler style, came into the House, a bright smile on his face as he surveyed the rich furnishings. When he saw the girls, all dressed in assorted clothing that was designed to appeal to a man, the smile got even bigger.  

As soon as he had looked around, he started to sneeze.  And sneeze.  People who knew him started to laugh, and Grayson said, "Do you think you would be better with one of our UNimmortal girls?  We wouldn't want you to sneeze yourself out during a critical moment."  He also chuckled. 

Kit laughed. "Once I'm with them for awhile, I stop sneezing." He handed Grayson his topcoat and silver topped cane and went into the main room to sit and flirt for a while before choosing which lady of the evening he wanted.  

And he had his pick - they all seemed to like him.  Though Ingrid was still not too sure about this business.  She liked Kagan well enough, but they were bringing her along slow, and today would be her first night of taking actual clients. 

Seeing she seemed nervous, Kit singled her out, buying her a drink from the bar and sweet talking her. He was funny, and very charming to all of the ladies. Watching from the side of the room, Grayson nodded with approval as she inched closer to him, and laughed when Kit took her hand and kissed it.  

She was nervous, of course, but how could this man hurt her?  And it would be over with soon enough.  She was old enough to know THAT about men! 

Just then another immortal entered the room.  Everyone looked to see who had sent his "Presence" across the place like a ripple in a pond, and two men entered at the same time, both in suits. 

Seeing everyone look, one of the men said, "I told you I did not want to come here!" 

"Wait," said the other in a Spanish accented voice.  "You will be glad you came." 

But the other made no reply. He was staring wide eyed at a dark haired beauty dressed in almost transparent linen, with heavy, Egyptian style of jewelry around her neck, waist and arms. Several men were trying to hit up on her, but she was ignoring them, as if they were beneath her notice.  

Just then he realized that he had been set up.  "Sendaro you . . ."  The other man laughed, then pushed him toward the Egyptian woman. 

As Marcus Constantine approached Nefertiri, her eyes widened, then narrowed as conflicting feelings raced through her. He had been her lover, but he and his fellow Roman officers had betrayed Cleopatra, her queen, and had caused her death.  

"You look beautiful," he said.  "Like the day . . .  Like the day I last saw you."   

Seeing the look on Constantine's face, Grayson stepped up quickly.  "Marcus!  What good taste you have." 

Nefertiri frowned. Part of her wanted to throw her arms around his neck and greet him with a kiss of welcome, another part wanted to slice that same neck with any available sharp object.  "Did you know what I was to be?" she asked, fire dancing in her eyes. "Is that why you chose me to be your consort?"  

Constantine looked at her with a fire in his eyes equal to her own.  "Yes," he said.  "I wanted . . ."  But he stopped, not sure he could explain it to her. 

She nodded. "Then I am yours for the night. We have much to catch up on." She then turned her head, pointedly ignoring the business part of her new trade. That would be strictly between Grayson and her client.  

Grayson immediately grabbed Constantine's arm.  "You have expensive tastes, Marcus.  You always did." 

Marcus didn't quibble about the price. In fact he paid extra to ensure they would not be disturbed the next morning. As Grayson watched, he lifted Nefertiri to her feet with his hand and together, they walked up to the special studio that she entertained clients in. She was fussy, and usually only had one man a night, but she was so high class that the men seemed willing to pay any amount to enjoy her services.  

The other men grumbled that she had chosen him, but Consone said, "Remember, if you pay for her, you JUST get her.  For the same price you can visit all four of these before the night is over!"  He pulled Angelique to her feet and fondled her, assuring her "on button" had been activated.  Angelique gave one of her squeals that sent the men wild.  She was quite vocal while they were at it. 

Sendaro chuckled. "Sounds good to me. I'll start with this one then and then return for one of the others." He pressed a gold piece into Grayson's hand and then pulled Anglique into his arms and kissed her deep and hard.  

She squealed, wriggling against him, and he laughed again as he pushed her off and then headed for the upstairs.  Consone gave him directions to the various rooms, including one for those who wanted to play a little rough.   

Hearing this, Ingrid went pale, and she looked worriedly at O'Brady. 

"Don't worry, darlin'," he said in a southern drawl. "I'm not into such games. Why, just sitting here and drinking in your beauty is enough for me." He snapped his fingers, and then flipped his hand, causing a gold coin to appear as if by magic. "We can stay here, or go upstairs. Your choice my dear," he said after one of the House owners had caused the coin to disappear.  

Ingrid wanted to stay there, of course, but Grayson's frown said otherwise.  After all, Sendaro had just boasted that he'd have all of them before the night was out!  "Well, if you aren't into that kind of thing, neither am I," she said.  "But I am," she gulped, "available for more than this!"  There, she'd said it. 

"Good girl," Grayson mouthed across the room, smiling at her. He was good at getting the girls to give more and more, using a combinations of praise/punishment and with touches and words designed to make them feel sexy and desirable. Kit just smiled at her and kissed the back of her hand. "Anytime you are ready, darling. I'm in no rush."  

"Then we'll have another drink," Ingrid suggested, feeling more confident.  She could only get praise for that - he would have to pay for the drinks *and* what came after.  Grayson grinned and turned to see how his own sweet one was doing. 

Candi was just coming down the stairs with two very satisfied customers, Kurlow and Maitlin, in tow. She was so hot she almost seemed to glow. She seemed to have a little more control nowadays over the effects of the potion, and used that to her advantage. Seeing Grayson, she glided over to him and then kissed him thoroughly. Even though she had bathed and washed her mouth out, there was still the faint taste of one of her client's juices in her mouth.  

He laughed happily and reached between her legs to gently stroke her throbbing nub.  "You are a treasure," he said, wishing he had more potion to give Ingrid.  Just then, they heard Angelique's squeal, all the way from upstairs!  She seemed to be doing it in rhythm with her client’s gyrations, and the mental pictures it generated turned on every man in the room. 

Candi laughed. "I can take two more upstairs if you like. I wouldn't mind a good sandwich right about now." She had many offers.  It was up to her to chose whom to take!  Grayson liked nights like this.  The money was flowing like water, and so were the girls, he thought bawdily, looking to see whom Candi would choose for her sandwich.  Fortunately, the two soldiers who liked Bambi so much were NOT there that night. 

She walked around the room, listening to various propositions. One of the vampires told her that he would take her after she was done with whoever she chose. When her eyes lit on Terrance Coventry and Walter Graham she grinned and cocked her finger at them.  

The two rather theatric Immortals passed a glance between them and, rising from their chairs, they turned to each other and bowed.  "I do not know you well," said Coventry, "but I daresay we are about to get to know each other better." 

"I should say so!" said Graham, and each took one of Candi's arms. 

Grayson and Consone exchanged smiles. Candi when she was like this always brought in extra money, especially when she was willing to take on more than one at a time!  

Sendaro was down, looking for someone, and seeing Ingrid *still* with O'Brady, he reached for Carmelita, who had just finished with Peter Wilder.  Angelique came down smelling of fresh sex and still breathing heavily enough to make her wheezing squeak.

Graham Ashe immediately took her by the hand, just barely beating out Carl Robinson. Seeing that the girls would be occupied for a while, Consone invited some of the ones sitting around to join him in a *Game of Chance* in the nearby parlor.  

Kit O'Brady, of course, heard the words "Game of Chance," and his attention turned from Ingrid's charms to that of this other entertainment.  Ingrid could sit and wait for him of course, but Sendaro had boasted that he would have all the women.  It looked like she was going to have Sendaro as her first customer. 

Just then she heard a voice from behind, and it sounded like Kronos!  "Excuse me," he said, "but I believe you are available for hire?" 

She turned to look at him, sighing with relief when she saw that he did not have a scar. "Yes I am," she said reluctantly, looking with longing at Kit as he walked away. He was *safe*!  

"That one," pointed the man who looked like Kronos, "can't show you what you need to know to be successful in your current plight." 

She was intrigued. What was he talking about? She rose to her feet and smiled. "I would like that very much," she said truthfully.

"Come, then," he said.  "My name is Korda.  Andre Korda." 

"Ingrid," she said simply. She slipped her hand in his hand and together they walked into the first available studio.  

"Oh I know exactly who you are," he grinned.  "And I know what you've been doing before you came here.  Misguided, maybe, but you are talented.  Now you just need to move your considerable talents," he stroked his hand across the flesh of her shoulders, "elsewhere." 

"Yes," she breathed, drawn into his spell. There was something almost magnetic about the way he touched her, with his breath hot on the sensitive skin of her neck. “Oh yes!"  

He smiled, moving her toward the bed.  She was wearing a corset and panties, with black high-heeled pumps.  Pushing her back gently, he said, "You've lured men to their deaths, using your body.  Now you have to actually give it.  But if you resist, it will be horrible.  Like rape.  If you surrender, though," his fingers went under the silk of the panties, "you will learn to enjoy it.  And what is wrong with that, if you must do it anyway?" 

"Nothing," she agreed, melting against him. "Teach me then! I want to learn this!" 

"You will surrender, then?" he asked, his voice filled with a sort of passionate force. 

"Yes," she promised.  

Grinning lasciviously, Korda put his hands into her panties and pulled, yanking them down forcefully.  "Now," he said, “lie back and open up." 

She climbed up on to the bed and did as she was told, opening her legs as wide as she could. She closed her eyes, trembling in anticipation, her sex completely exposed to him. 

Korda smiled.  He had her spread in front of him and she was willing to surrender.  There was nothing like that feeling, at least for him.  Still dressed, he slid to his knees and, taking her legs and spreading them still wider, he said, "Give in to it," as he began pleasuring her. 

As his fingers lightly caressed her thighs, she moaned softly. He felt her muscles automatically tighten, but then relax under his touch.  

"That's it," he said, raising his head from between her legs.  His hands continued to stroke her.  "Total submission is power.  If a man tries to rape you, and you go limp, he loses the will to overpower.  But if you lay there like a dead fish in this profession, you won't have any customers, so relax into it, enjoy it, and you will be successful.  You do want to be successful, don't you?"  As he asked, his licked her nub, as if equating success with her own orgasm.

She gasped, arching her hips up to meet his mouth. "Yeessss!" she moaned. "Oh yes!" She fought the urge to open her eyes, to see what he would do next, but stayed where she was with her eyes shut tight, her body already trembling with arousal.

He was slowly lowering his own trousers while keeping a very slow stimulation going on between her legs.  When she tensed he scolded her, pressing a hand on her belly to relax her.  But of course, there was only so far she could relax! 

Then when she was not expecting it, he moved up and into her.

But thanks to his stimulations, she was more than ready. A few strokes later, he had her teetering on the verge of a mind blowing orgasm, hanging onto the headboard above her head for dear life!

He was not nearly so ready.  So once she cried out, spasming around him, he withdrew, still hard.

"Now," he slowly opened her corset, "Let me see what you can do for me, while I surrender to you."

She whimpered, still shuddering from the pleasure that had coursed through her body. She opened her eyes and looked into his dark eyes. "What would you like me to do?" she asked, her eyes sparkling in the dim light of the room.

"Make me feel wonderful.  I made you feel wonderful, did I not?  You know how to do it, Ingrid, you just need to go ahead.  Use your imagination!"

"I can do that," she said breathlessly, pushing him onto his back on the bed. She straddled him, her damp sex tantalizing over his face and her head over his glistening manhood, still wet with her juices. She then proceeded to tease his belly, inner thighs, and finally his sex with little licks, sucks and nibbles.

Korda completely gave himself over to her; the only sign of his arousal was his massive erection.  Otherwise, he was totally limp.  But Ingrid knew she was having an effect on him; she could not miss it.  His moans were soft, but they were somehow more honest, and she felt she was doing a wonderful job at pleasuring him.  "Now," he said at last, “do you want me inside you again?  Because I am near completion."

"Yes," she said just as honestly. "I would like that." She flipped around and then lowered herself onto him, sighing happily as his manhood filled her completely.

His hands went on her small round bottom, and he moved her so they both were getting the best possible stimulation.  It did not take long for them to reach a mutual climax, and as she felt him shoot up into her, she thought, "I can do this!"

He laughed.  "Yes," he said, and she blushed, realizing she had spoken out loud, "you can!"

Ingrid was on her way out with Korda, pleased smiles on both of their faces when they met up with Sendaro. "My turn?" he chuckled. Ingrid blushed but when Korda whispered the word *surrender*, and she reached out and took his hand, leading him back into a clean studio. A good while later, it was Sendaro's turn to wear a smug, satisfied look as they went back downstairs.

She had had her heart set on O'Brady, and now, feeling good about herself and the way she had satisfied two men that night, she was ready for a third.  But when she got there she had the distinct feeling she was too late.

He was coming out of the card room, a dejected look on his face. "I can't believe I fell for that!" he mumbled. He had lost every bit of money that he had with him on one bet!

Seeing Ingrid, his face fell.  "Aw," he said.  "I was going to . . . to treat you real nice.  But I . . ."

Ingrid sighed.  She didn't have to ask what had happened.  Grayson got his money any way he could.

The chime of a nearby grandfather clock caught her attention. It was 6 in the morning! And now, she was officially off duty! Grayson had made it quite clear that she was free to do anything she liked on her off time, as long as she had done her duty while working. Smiling, Ingrid reached out for Kit's hand.

He looked at her questioningly, but she smiled.  "My treat," she said.  And then he smiled too.