New Girls for the House

By Donna and Abs

Grayson was royally pissed. He had returned with Candi from the party in Edan to find that Kagan had let one of their girls run off with someone! And since Kagan had ran off shortly after Grayson had found out about his incompetence, he was now yelling at the nearest available person. Candi had no choice but to sit and listen to him rant. At least he wasn't taking it out on her physically. Yet.  

Fortunately, before it got that far, Kagan rode back in to town, and he had gifts! 

"Grayson!" he called from outside their house, "Come and see!" 

Grayson came stomping out of the building, murder in his eyes, but when he saw Kagan standing there with not one, but three girls, his jaw actually dropped. "Not bad," he said, instantly shifting gears. "Welcome to our House of Many Pleasures, ladies. I'm Grayson. And this is my girl, Candi." He motioned behind him, knowing without even looking she would be there.  

Kagan was helping Ingrid down.  She looked at Grayson nervously and said, "He said we would be treated well." 

Angelique was still on her horse, which she’d shared with Nefertiri.  The Egyptian had slid off and was looking around curiously, a haughty look on her face. 

"Does she look abused?" Grayson asked, turning and smiling at Candi. She was wearing a silk oriental style of dress that was form fitting and slit all the way up to her hip. "She earns her keep, but after her shift, is free to do as she wishes. She has earned my trust."  

Ingrid nodded, though they could see she was nervous.  "Okay," she said. 

Grayson turned his attention to Nefertiri, who seemed to be smelling something unpleasant. 

"Ahh, what do we have here?" he asked, then greeted her in the ancient Egyptian he had learned in his travels with the Roman army.  

She looked at him sharply, then nodded, though of course everything sounded like her language to her.  "I will do as I please," she said. 

"Oh course," he said smoothly. "You are of the royal household?" Nefertiri lifted her chin up proudly and gave him her linage, and that she had been Cleopatra's chosen handmaiden. Grayson laughed. Cleopatra had whored herself with the Romans for her people. This one could easily be convinced to do the same if he handled her right.  

But Cleo had chosen one or two men, and had fancied herself in love with that man.  More than one was going to be a bit of a challenge.  Then he turned to the blonde who was still on the horse.  He recognized her!  For one thing, she had been given some of the chocolate! 

Now she would come in very handy. The one clinging to Kagan might take some training, and the Egyptian princess could be used for the most discriminating of clients, ones that wanted the highest class of prostitute available. Plans were already forming in his head. "Come inside! We will get you settled into your rooms. You will all have your own of course, and we will help you furnish it to fit your likes and preferences."  

Nefertiri led the way, her head high.  Ingrid still held on to Kagan, worried, and Angelique sat the horse, not really anxious to follow.  Since Grayson knew how valuable she could be, he was worried about this and wanted her off that horse before she took it into her head to flee. 

"Come," he said, holding out his arms to help her down. "We have a wonderful bathing room, with lots of scented oils. And I'm sure we can round up something good for you all to eat. It's going to be all right! You will never be treated the way you were in that other place, I promise you that!"  

"I had better not!" Angelique said, as if this was never in question.  She had been given the run of the place until those damn women came - and then she wound up being chained!  Well, she hadn't liked the rough treatment and she would allow it no longer, but this was a useful part of her plan.  She would just have to be patient a little longer. 

She slid of the horse. 

The problem was, she knew what would happen within those walls.  Angelique was fine as long as no man touched her.  But that damnable potion got in the way!  Once she was aroused, she would give in gladly.  If she could only get away now, before they came near her! 

And this one, the thin tall man looking at her so lasciviously, he knew exactly how to foil her plans of escape! Once his hands touched hers, she knew that for now, she would have to stay. But some day.... 

Angelique shuddered as Grayson took her hand.  So far she could resist him, but once he touched her sexually, she would be all his, and she knew it.  While this helped make the advances of men bearable, it was also frustrating to know she had no control over herself once it started.  And, from the leer on his face, he fully knew how to get her under his spell. 

But he didn't, even though he could have very easily. Instead he offered her his arm, bowing slightly in a gallant manner. "May I?"  

She nodded warily.  It was only a matter of time. 

He led her into the elegant looking brownstone house. It was huge! "You can take you pick of rooms on the upper levels. They are actually small suites, with a sitting room and a kitchenette. It will be yours alone. You won't have to share, and you will never be expected to entertain in it. We have special studios set aside for that."  

"I guess it is better than being chained to a wall," she said sourly. 

"Much better. You will never be chained here unless you want it," he promised suavely.  

She looked at him archly. "And you think I would like that?" 

He shrugged. "I have no idea what you like." They stopped beside an empty room. "Do you like this one?"  

She looked inside.  "I'm sure it will be fine," she said.  "It's not the accommodations, it is the work." 

"If you don't like it, you can always leave." This was a touchy time. It was much better for her to want to stay rather than force her to. "I can see you aren't sure about this. But all I ask is for you to give it a chance. You might actually enjoy it. I know Candi does." He reached up and stroked her cheek tenderly.  

"If you give me the choice, I will leave."  Angelique was not stupid, and she knew he wasn't.  "You know I want to leave - you saw me on that horse.  What makes you think I won't walk out that door?" 

He shrugged again, moving closer to her as he repeated his request. "All I ask is for you to give it a chance." He wasn't touching her, but his breath was hot on her neck. 

She backed against the door, shivering.  Her eyes met his and she knew he knew what was needed to bind her to him - or at least to the House of Pleasures - forever. 

His actions were slow and deliberate, his touch on her face feather light. Over the centuries, he had learned many ways to seduce a woman, and he was good at it. He moved closer, his manly presence almost overwhelming her as his lips moved close to hers. "One chance," he whispered. "It's all I ask."  

"I give you one chance and I am trapped, you know that," she breathed, already feeling the tingle. 

He chuckled low in his chest and his lips brushed hers. "I know." And then he kissed her.  

She wanted to fight him off, but it wasn't him, it was inside her.  It was her own reaction to an innocent (well, almost) kiss.  The fire in her loins was almost unbearable! 

"I will not force you," he whispered. "And I will not hurt you, or let any one else hurt you." His hand reached down to hers, and he pulled it up to his mouth, kissing the pulse point of her wrist.  

She shook her head violently.  "You know damn well I'll go willingly now!" 

Again he chuckled. He could have pressed her for more, but he didn't. Not yet. He wanted to fan the embers of her fire to a full flame first. "Would you like to soak in the pool? It is not unlike a small Roman Bath. I think you will like it."

She moistened her lips. Then she nodded.  What she wanted . . . she would get it eventually.  And ten fold, if this one had his way.  Oh, she knew what he was doing.  She had seen it coming.  But she hadn't been able to get away in time, and now she welcomed what he was offering. 

He took her by the hand again and led her to the bathroom, and then slowly undid the shirt that one of the weres had given her to cover her nakedness and then helped her down into the pool. As she relaxed in the hot, scented water, he undressed as well and joined her.  

Everything was sensuous and relaxing, and designed to "jump start" the poison within her.  She squirmed a little when he got in the water, causing ripples to rush up her leg. 

He moved behind her, gently massaging her back and shoulders, silently cursing the obvious signs of abuse over her body. What a waste! He was a businessman at heart. Damaged merchandise never went for full price. But even so, he hoped he could salvage her. An extra girl under the influence of the potion would be very good for business.  

She was immortal, in that she had been alive since the 1600s and had not died, but she did not rejuvenate as quickly as the other type of Immortal beings present in town.  She could be killed by various ways - she just did not age. 

With a skill honed by centuries of practice, Grayson seduced her, his hands caressing her body like a musician admiring a priceless instrument. He took it slow, making sure this experience would be one she would long remember.  

Unfortunately, it was somewhat wasted on her; the potion did not exactly make its victims patient!  The last thing they wanted was a slow seduction, and she whimpered in frustration as he chuckled, refusing to be hurried. 

When he did take her, it brought loud cries of immense pleasure from her. It was not the mindless lust that she had endured in the pits of Sadaam, but a studied and deliberate effort to win her over to the lifestyle he was offering.  

But then she was hungry for it; she wanted it more than anything else in the world!  And there was no way she was going to leave.  In fact, when he was spent, she was almost disappointed.  Although she had climaxed, she still wanted more. 

By that time, it was well into the evening and people were starting to drift into the House. Vachon was one of them. One of the things he liked about the new House was the heated pool. 

Of course, it was easier to enjoy the women when they were in the Raven, but he didn't mind a little stretch of the legs if it meant a relaxing evening with one of the girls.  Nick Knight usually did not come, but he had heard something was up tonight, and he wanted to see the new house. 

Seeing that the two women of the night were already occupied, Vachon told Knight about the pool, and together the two men went to the basement level where it was located. They undressed in the changing room, and with towels wrapped around their loins, they stepped out into the steamy room where the pool was located, and to their pleasant surprise, found that the pool was occupied by one of the new women they had heard had come into town. 

Grayson smiled as they entered.  "You're up to a vamp or two, aren't you?" he asked Angelique.  Standing, he went to the vampires and made a deal for her services.  Then, satisfied in more ways than one, he found a towel and sauntered out, to see how the other new girls were getting on. 

Kagan had Ingrid in his private quarters, and from the sounds coming through the door, she was enjoying herself immensely. Grayson shook his head, wondering if she would be able to give herself so willingly to others as well. He then went in search of the Egyptian. He found her in one of the main parlors downstairs, with Fusilier David Tucker from the fort at her feet, a worshipful look on his face as he offered her a platter of fruit. The Spaniard, Consone, was also there, but it was obvious that Nefertiri had no intention of letting him anywhere near her. 

"What is going on here?" Grayson asked casually.   

"This woman!" answered Consone angrily.  "What kind of whore is she, turns down a man of the blood!" 

The Egyptian gave him a look of disgust but said nothing, just glanced down at Tucker and took one of the delicacies he was offering. She took a bite, and then shared it with the one serving her, her hand lightly caressing his jaw line after he took it from her hand.  "Go away," she said, dismissing Consone without even another look. 

Consone sputtered while Grayson chuckled.  "If you really want some," he said, "I have the witch properly primed in the pool.  She's entertaining two vampires but she was potion poisoned, and may even accept you into her bed!" 

Consone bristled like an angry rooster, his eyes flaming. But he was not willing to face Grayson down. He had a feeling the ancient Immortal could easily take him. With a rude word growled in Spanish, he turned on his heels and left. Grayson ignored his departure, and smiled at the scene in front of him. Some men would pay big time to do what Tucker was doing. "Would you like him to be your servant for the night?" he asked, motioning towards the soldier. "I'm sure he would happily pay for that privilege."   

The woman glanced at Tucker and smiled. "It might be amusing," she chuckled. 

Tucker looked up and said, "S-servant?  It does mean I get some, right?  I mean - she will. .?" 

"If you please me," she purred.  

That got his motor running. "Ooh kay.  I'll please you!  Can I get it as many times as I please you?"  His tongue was literally hanging out. 

She laughed, then looked back at Grayson. He was already calculating things in his head, she could see. "Anyone who wants me must please me first," she said in a low, seductive voice. She knew how to use her body to get what she needed from a man. She had learned well from both watching her Queen, and from her own exploits. "How much should he pay for the honor of serving me?"  

Grayson came up with a sum, and tried it on the willing Fusillier.  Tucker seemed anxious for some kind of guarantee that he would, in fact get his money's worth, and a look at the Egyptian from Grayson got the point across that he would not be pleased if she *stiffed* the clients.  If this was to work, Tucker needed to brag about his experiences to his friends back at the fort! 

"Very well," she said. "You are mine for the night.  Now go, you need to be dressed appropriately. Male servants should wear nothing but a loincloth. I should be able to see how much they are willing to serve me." Grayson chuckled, and sent Tucker to change in the costume room. He knew of more than one man would willingly grovel at the feet of a woman like Nefertiri. She was dressed in an almost transparent linen robe, girded about the waist with a golden belt and wearing matching sandals. "Don't worry," she said. "He will get his money’s worth, and I will have the pleasure of having him wait on me."  

"Make sure you make it good.  His tongue is hanging out now, but tomorrow I want him completely satisfied.  You do that," Grayson bargained, "and we will continue this game.  You fail me, and any grub off the street will have you for his pleasure.  Understood?" 

"Understood," she said simply. She would play the game, but it would be on her terms.  

Nodding, Grayson left and went back up the hall.  Kagan's room was silent.  He opened the door a crack and peered in.  The two lovers were asleep, arms and legs entwined.  She could fall for Kagan, but she had better put out for others.  This was the weak link, Grayson thought.