As Julie gazes down into the lukewarm liquid in her ceramic mug, she tries to remember the last time she had a decent cup of joe. Like from a decent coffee shop surrounded by her fellow millennials on their laptops where she could sip a double shot oat milk caramel macchiato and no one knew she worked at the popular den of pleasure on the edge of town.
The coffee in the break room isn't what anyone would classify gourmet especially when your have to use a coffee maker from the 80s, get called away because some client at the bar puked up his lunch, come back to the coffee after 30 minutes, have to reheat it in the equally ancient microwave, and add a shit ton of cream and sugar to make it semi drinkable. But still it was better than nothing and it got Julie through her shift.
"Julie sweetheart...Coco's finished with her client and needs you to come clean up." Madam Margot calls over the intercom on the wall, her smooth southern drawl clear as day.
With a tired sigh Julie sets down her disappointing coffee and moves to respond to her boss's command, "I'll be right up ma'am."
Before she heads out to Coco's room, Julie stops to inspect her appearance in the break room's only mirror. If there is one thing Madam Margot is firm with about it's that Julie should always look presentable on the job.
Julie stands around 5'2 with a fine figure, not fat but not thin either. Her waist is drawn in by the corset of her uniform and her skirt falls gently over thick thighs built from endless hours of domestic labor. Her long black sleeves end in tight white lace cuffs and she takes a moment to adjust the frilly headband on top of her mousy brown hair pulled into an elegant french twist. Her black mary janes are shined to perfection and she does a small spin to make sure there are no runs in her sheer stockings.
'Not like that'll last long.' Julie muses to herself as she cleans off her round glasses and perches them on the bridge of her nose. Madam Margot loves to invoke a sense of tradition for the clientele of the Onyx Cat even down to having Julia's velvet maid uniform being the extremely outdated french maid style with a small white apron tied around the waist and a puffy underskirt to add fullness.
The only nontraditional aspect of her uniform was the neckline which dipped low and tight against Julie's chest, giving the illusion that her pale and ample tits could spill out any moment. She's had hundreds of clients gleefully oggle her chest while she vacuums the hallways and others have pinched her bottom when she dusts the Cat's many decorative chandeliers, so much so that she barely even notices it any more.
Most of the time she giggles and swats their curious hands away and other times when she's really busy she simply ignores them. Too many times she's been accused by working girls of stealing clients and received a talking to from Madame Margot.
After making sure she's perfectly presentable Julie makes her way out of the breakroom and up the stairs to the main floor of the Cat. The Onyx Cat is a large four story victorian that's well over a hundred years old and has over its long history had many additions built onto it, including a dancehall, a bar, and a small grotto in the backyard. Julie knows each and every single corner of the brothel like the back of her hand, for the untrained worker it can feel like a maze and security has had to rescue many lost and inebriated clientele.
She carefully makes her way up to Coco's room on the second floor making a quick stop to grab a supply cart along the way. The long hallway with its dated floral wallpaper has many rooms along both sides with the various sounds of moans, screams of pleasure and some of pain, the muffled smacking of skin against skin, and soft sensual music coming from the thin walls. Some doors are closed and locked tight, some cracked only an inch or two so Julie's tawny brown eyes catch just a flash of limbs tangled together, and other doors are left wide open for anyone to observe. But Julie has a job to do and she can't afford a lecture from Madam Margot about slacking off so she hurries down to Coco's room at the end of the hallway.
Reaching the solid wooden door, she knocks softly with the back of her knuckles and then waits for Coco's permission to enter.
"Oh good I was hoping it was you working tonight Julie, that other maid is too stern and hardly speaks a lick of English, everytime she comes to clean I just know she is muttering under her breath about how we're all going to hell in her silly backwards language." Coco perks up from her messy bed and rests on her elbows and tummy as Julie closes the door behind her.
"Olga is just...unused to working in a place like this. I'm sure she'll come around." Julie tries to defend the other maid who started at the beginning of the year but Coco isn't totally wrong. Olga is an older Polish woman and clearly doesn't care for the sinful nature of the Cat but it's a better paycheck than other cleaning jobs, she prays in the breakroom and tries to convince Julie to come to church with her in a mix of polish and english.
Olga truly believes that sweet innocent Julie is the only one who can be saved from this den of lust. And all she needs to do is bring Julie to one sunday service to meet a good christian man and escape this sinful place if only Olga knew the truth about poor naive Julie.
"You're too nice babe...that's why I love you." Coco giggles as Julie picks up the various clothing tossed around the room and deposits them in the hamper.
Julie gets out her spray bottle and mists the mirror on Coco's vanity that's smudged with bright red lipstick with a mixture of vinegar, soap, and water. She takes her time wiping away the hearts and stars crudely drawn on the shiny surface while looking at Coco's reflection behind her.
Coco is a few years younger than her but they both started at the Onyx Cat around the same time. Coco gets her name from the color of her skin, born to a black father and an asian mother. Coco has beautiful deep and rich skin with a small slender dancer's body. When she and Julie stand close one can tell they are the exact same height. She could have been a ballerina in another life with her tight ass, skinny arms, and small tits that end in dark hershey kiss nipples but Coco grew up poor and found sex work easier than begging on the street, such is the way that most workers came to the Cat.
