Fairen—PART 2
After weeks had passed and Angela got better, I continued to work as a lady of the house for the Madam. I eventually had to give up my bedroom downstairs to the new housekeeper, but by then I had grown accustomed to my new bedroom.
Late at night, when both of our “guests” had left, Angela would come into my room and we would lay on my bed and talk about what had happened or how our day went. We talked about everything and absolutely nothing! One night, I told her of how I wanted to run a business of my own. She then confessed that she really did dream of doing hair and running a spa.
“You can do it,” I encouraged her.
“I know I can,” she agreed. “But right now, getting this operation for my little brother and taking care of him is much more important and tips from hair school is not going to cover it. Working here, in this house, does.”
“I guess that I can understand that,” I told her. “You are a really good person and you’ll get it. I have faith in you.”
“Thank you, girl,” she told me. “That means a whole lot to me.”
“Well, YOU mean a whole lot to me,” I confessed to her. “You’re my best friend.”
We laid there for a while lost in our own thoughts before we both fell asleep.
A couple of months later, I finally graduated from the university that I was attending. I was congratulated by the Madam and the other ladies of the house. Angela had something better in mind. That afternoon, right after the graduation ceremony, she treated me to lunch at a very nice restaurant....
“This is really nice,” I said as I made myself comfortable in my chair. I took in the atmosphere of the place. A beautiful fountain was only a few feet away from us. Exotic flowers and plants were everywhere. Soft jazz played in the background. The total effect was very relaxing. “UI like this.”
“Only the best for my girl,” she said smiling at me. We sipped on strawberry daiquiris as we waited for our appetizers. Once our lobster and crab stuffed porta bella mushrooms arrived, we nibbled on the delicacies and made small talk. Once we were dining on our different seafood pastas, she asked, “What now?”
“I don’t know,” I confessed. “Maybe, I will just relax for a couple of weeks, then look for a job at a nice company for starters. I’m still debating.”
“Are you going to stay at the bordello for a while?” she asked. For some reason, her eyes seemed to beg me to say yes.
“For a little while,” I said. “But I don’t plan to be there forever.”
“Neither do I,” Angela told me. “Once my brother has his surgery and I save up a little extra cash, I am outta there. I want my brother at home with me.”
“That’s good,” I told her. “That’s the way that it should be. You still plan on going to school to get your license?”
“Of course,” she said after swallowing a shrimp. “I’m good!” she informed me with confidence. “You ought to let me hook you up.”
“So what are you trying to say?” I joked. “I look like shit?”
“No, girl,” she said on a laugh. “I just know that I can make that pretty face of yours look even better with a facial and a cute hairstyle.”
“Think so?” I challenged her.
“I know so,” she said back at me. She sat there for a second before saying, “I have an idea.” I sat and waited for her to finish. “Let’s take the night off and get a room away from the house, maybe even out of town. I’ll fix you and me up and we can go out.”
I sat for a second, thinking about it. “That does sound like fun,” I admitted to her. “Okay. Let’s do it.” She gave me a gleeful little yelp before she paid the check. We then went back to the bordello and packed a days worth of clothes and necessities. We told Madam Nadia that we would not be working that night and we then hopped into my black Honda Accord.
We rode for about two hours and checked into a suite at a Hilton Hotel nearly a hundred and fifty miles from the bordello. We entered our room and eyes flew to the hot tub that was already on and bubbling. Excited, we both stripped down to nothing and made our way to the hot tub that waited for us. We had grown used to seeing one another naked as we tried on different negligees when we went shopping or got ready for our guests at the bordello. What Angela didn’t know was that I loved looking at her! Her petite body was ideal for a goddess. She was stunning and what made that better was that she didn’t even know it.
Her eyes were a awesome green with flecks of gold! She was about 5'4", a 34 C with a tiny waist, a tight, flat stomach and a very nice ass. Her peach complexion often made people wonder if she was a white girl or a black girl. Very few people knew that because of her mixed heritage, she was in actuality both. Her jet black hair was naturally curly and fell to the middle of her back when she wore it down. When she wore it straight, it fell nearly to her waist. As we sat in the hot tub, she had it pulled up into a ponytail of curls.
I was about the same height as Angela(maybe a drop taller), but that’s where the similarities between us ended. My hair black with reddish highlights and was straight. It fell just below my shoulders. I was often complemented on my hazel eyes that were just a few shades lighter than my caramel hued skin. My breasts were larger than Angela’s though, 36 D, to be exact. My waist wasn’t as small as hers, but nice just the same. My hips were what some people called “child-birthing hips”. Though my stomach was flat, it was softer than Angela’s. However my most noticeable feature was an ass that made Jennifer Lopez’s seem small! You could damn near sit a drink on it without me knowing! Butt anyway (get the pun?)......
