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In the gloom of the room you heard her before you saw her, as she made a raucous cackle of a laugh that made you cringe inside as you turned and saw her silhouetted against the posts of a large four poster bed. She was both short and round and extremely ugly. You shuddered as she gave you a hideous grin and waved you in. You were about to flee but remembered the Whip Mistresses dire warning so reluctantly entered and closed the door behind you.
As the door closed and your eyes adjusted to the gloom you got a better look at her and sadly you realized your initial assessment had actually been charitable. In addition she was rather dirty and she gave of a rather melodious smell.
She was very overweight and was wearing a tight and hideous neon pink dress that barely contained her enormous breasts. You couldn't help staring as them she walked up to you, balanced precariously on pink patent heels that must have at least added another six inches to her height. A flash of panic crept over you as she took your hand and lead you back to the bed. She then gave you a lascivious smile "Your obviously nervous sir, would you like some dutch courage?"
You brightened up as she through you that lifeline remembering how booze could back anything look better and stuttered out "Oh yes please"
As she got closer you could smell the cheap perfume she was wearing, something sweet and floral mixed with cigarette smoke that failed to mask her unwashed state. She then went to a bar in the room and grabbed a bottle and two glasses.
"I've got a bottle of what I call Wicked passion, will that do the trick for you?" Her accent was rather course, clearly from a rather low class background and she was a little husky from smoking to many water pipes. You watched as she bent down to grab a bottle of something red from the small bars fridge and the pull out the cork and pour two glasses, passing one to you. She then took a long swig and sighed "Cheers darling, it's good to have a rest been a horrid long night"
She then cuddled up close to you, you blinked and found myself looking down at her vast cleavage again.
"Oh me eyes are up here darling!" she excliamed with good humour. You felt a heat in your cheeks as you realized you were blushing and with great effort tore your gaze away to look at her ugly. Maybe you to the alcohol it wasn't as bad as before she had a round face with a button nose and kindly laughter lines around her eyes. Her skin was almost orange from a rather obvious cheap fake tan and her makeup was so thickly applied that it looked like it had been troweled on. Her lips were painted in a bright glossy red that probably hadn't been fashionable for a long time if ever. She laughed her raucous laugh again and gave you a wink.
"Don't worry darling I don't mind at all! It's not often I get a good looking man like yourself staring at my tits these days!"
She then boldly pushed out her chest a little and grinned "Go on, have another good look if you like."
She then held out a delicate hand with long, pink fingernails and cheap looking gold rings on every finger "I'm Kayla pleased to meet you."
On autopilot you grasped her hand and gave it one of your standard business handshakes for women; light pressure, up, down a few times. The collection of bangles on her wrist rattled together as you shook hands. As you were doing so you nervously responded "Um nice to meet you Kayla .. I'm... err .. John LeMure"
She seemed to hold your hand for ages and you were relieved when she let go and reached for her glass and took another swig. You naturally did like wise. She chuckled "Not the John LeMure so often mentioned in the news scrolls?"
You make a nervous laugh "The very one"
She laughed "Wow, well this evening should give me fine bragging rights then. So now that we're been properly introduced, what are you doing in this lovely room? I've been working in this very brothel for years and now this is my favorite room. So you want to screw and leave or chat a bit first?"
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