I bet you all thought that it was over huh? Think again, because I have one more story to tell before I let any of the other girls share theirs.
Remember me? I am Simone. A little while back, I told you about how I ended up with a job (if you would call it that) working for Madam Nadia. I think I also told you all about my first night on the "job", but there is more!
There isn't much to this tale, but I just have to get it out. At the same time, I hope you enjoy my tale as much as I enjoyed the experience . . .
I had been at the bordello for a couple of months and I was doing pretty good if I do say so myself. I finally got rid of my '85 Honda and was driving a newer model. WHAT?! I love Hondas! Anyway . . . Like I was saying, I was doing pretty good . . . kept a little extra money and had my regulars taking care of my needs and desires.
I WAS LOVIN' IT!!
Every now and then, just for kicks, I would even put on a little show for our guests by singing a song or two before we all journeyed to our quarters. And to top it all off, I was getting extra praise from the Madam. This job was waaaaay better than waiting tables.
I mean, who could ask for a better job?! Great money, room and board, food provided, and sex guaranteed whenever you wanted it. And it was all in the best of taste.
Well, my tale takes place around the Christmas holiday. I racked up from my regulars. A diamond tennis bracelet, a necklace, extra cash and more stuff. But it wasn't enough. All of the other girls had places to go for the holiday and the bordello was going to be closed for Christmas Eve and Christmas day. I had nowhere to go, so I had asked if I could stay at the bordello for the holiday.
Madam Nadia was hesitant at first. "I don't know, my dear. I look forward to the peace and quiet. Christmas is the only time that I get it."
"I'll be as quiet as a church mouse," I pleaded with her. "I won't bother you for anything."
After she only stared at me silently, I kept begging, but nothing seemed to convince her. Finally I gave up and went to my room to take a nap before our guests for the night had arrived. I had no choice but to come up with some alternative for the holiday.
I thought about calling my cousin, but I figured that he might still be a little sour from me sleeping with his girlfriend. There was no way in hell that I was spending the holiday with mama and her shitty ass husband. That was definitely out!
I figured that I would just try to find a decent hotel room for two nights and pig out chips and cookies as my holiday dinner. Maybe I would even get a turkey sandwich from a nearby gas station. Who knows???
I didn't look up when I heard my door open. "What?" I said testily, still not looking up.
"Oh sit up and stop being a baby" came the madam's soft accent.
"I'm sorry, ma'am," I said sitting up. "I didn't know that it was you."
She shook her head at me and laughed a little. "I guess that you are mad at the madam, hmm?"
"I have no reason to be upset with you, Madam Nadia," I told her. "I just don't have anywhere else to go, but don't worry. I'll figure something out by Christmas Eve."
"I'm not worried," she said as she took a seat on the edge of my bed. "You know," she then began, "I, too, know what it's like to have nowhere to go on the holidays. I've learned to appreciate the solitude that I get here in my home though, but I will make you a deal. I will allow you to stay here on the condition that you sing for me on Christmas morning."
"Is that all?" I said, trying hard to keep the excitement out of my voice. She had no idea of how grateful I was.
Smiled thoughtfully before saying, "For now . . . yes."
Unable to contain my joy, I bounced across the bed and gave her a big hug. "Thank you. Thank you!"
"Calm down, child! You'll wrinkle my dress."
By the time that our "guests" had arrived, my mood had been completely lifted. After to messing around a bit with Cher in her room, I was horny as hell and ready to please the man who was lucky and wealthy enough to have me for the night.
As a small holiday treat, the girls served the men eggnog and sugary confections while I played Christmas jingles on the piano. After our own silly rendition of "We wish You a Merry Christmas", we journey to our rooms with the gentlemen who chose us.
Much to my pleasure, I had Jerry. He was one of my regulars. He'd been divorced for a couple of months before he started coming to the bordello. His wife had left him for some rich kid from New York. He was drained of all self confidence and thought that he wasn't a good lover because his wife told him that his dick wasn't big enough to satisfy her anymore. Well, it took a little work, but the girls and I helped him get back on track. Nothing that a little ginseng and a threesome couldn't fix. Now he comes to me twice a month for a little love and a little bit of role playing. Sometimes, he even got a little kinky. I was hoping that this would be the case.
He was a cute fella. About 5'9" with a slight pot belly. He tried to cover his slightly receding hairline by combing his hair to the front, but it never mattered by the time that I was finished with him. He wore wire rimmed glasses that I always made him keep on. I thought that they made him look just adorable, like a little bookworm who liked to get naughty from time to time.
"How has my Jerry been doing?" I asked seductively.
"Jerry's been a bad boy," he answered, immediately slipping into character.
"Is that so?" I challenged, cocking an eyebrow while putting my hands on my hips. "Well, I guess Jerry is going to have be punished tonight."
"Yes ma'am," he answered more gleefully than a man who was really in trouble.
I pointed to the floor and her immediately fell to his knees before me. I lifted my foot from the floor. He immediately kissed it. "That's a good boy," I cooed. "Now it's time for your punishment. Strip!"
Three hours and one red-assed man later, I was ready to shower and bury myself beneath my sheets. My session with Jerry had been a lot of fun, and now I was actually tired. I allowed him to shower with me, before he got dressed and handed me an envelope. "Merry Christmas, Simone."
I wasted no time opening the card that held twelve crisp one hundred dollar bills. "And a happy ho-ho to you, Jerry. Thank you, love." I kissed him on the cheek before softly closing the door behind him. Smiling, I looked around the bedroom. "I'll get the ropes and things up in the morning," I mumbled to myself. I climbed into my bed and slid my money under my pillow. I was asleep in record time.
The next morning was the twenty- fourth of December. I awakened early and got my room cleaned and laundry done. I then got dressed for the day. By the time I was done, most of the girls had already left for their various trips. I had to make a trip to the mall. I really didn't want to deal with the last minute crowd, but I felt like I had to show the madam that I appreciated her letting me stay for the holiday. And, NO . . . I was not being some kiss-ass by getting her a gift!
After a ton of pondering, I came up with the perfect gift. After standing in line for over an hour, I finally was able to make my purchase and get the hell out of the crowded mall. "Damn last-minuters!" I fussed as a car waited for me to pull out of my parking space. Just to be a bitch, I took my time and checked my make up before pulling out.
I stopped at the video store and rented a couple of romance and action flicks and a Disney movie to amuse over the holiday before finally going back to the bordello. After parking in the back, I went into the house through the kitchen and journeyed upstairs to my bedroom. I was just about to slide a movie into the video player when Madam Nadia knocked on the door.
"I was about to have dinner," she said. "Would you like to join me?" She took one glance at the junk food that I had tossed across my bed. "Now I insist that you join me. I'll have a place set for you in my quarters in ten minutes. Be there."
"Yes ma'am," I responded like a scolded child. I put my goodies back in the plastic bag and washed my hands before going downstairs to join the madam. I was amazed at the layout that she had on her small dining table. Turkey and dressing, ham, green bean casserole and other goodies, along with already poured glasses of wine.
"Normally, I just have a sandwich," she informed me, "but I couldn't treat my guest with a ham sandwich."
"Madam, you really didn't have to do this for me," I told her.
"Call me Nadia," she then said. "Today and tomorrow, you are not my employee. You are my guest."
"Thank you, Nadia," I said, her name rolling off of my tongue with ease. I noticed her attire. Normally she was dressed to the nines in expensive suits and such. Today she was casually dressed in a knee length skirt that showed off her pretty legs and simple red blouse. Instead of the four inch heels, she wore a pair of comfortable looking flats.
As if reading my mind, she said, "I bet you didn't think that I even owned clothes like this huh?"
"It's just a surprise," I admitted. "You still look as beautiful as ever though," I told her.
"That is very sweet of you, my dear," she said looking down at her plate.
Did she just blush?!
We ate dinner in a comfortable silence. Afterwards, I helped her take the dishes into the kitchen. On the spur of the moment I turned to her. "I was about to watch a movie before I turn in. Would you like to join me?"
She smiled that beautiful smile of hers and said, "I would love to."
As I journey up to my room, I couldn't stop smiling. That's when it occurred to me . . . I still had a crush on my boss!! Maybe inviting her up wasn't the best idea in the world after all. Well it was too late to back out now. I just hoped that I didn't make a complete ass out of myself.
A few minutes later, Nadia joined me in my bedroom and I started up the movie. I turned off the light so that there would be total darkness except for the television screen. We both laid at the foot of the bed like little girls and enjoyed the movie. As soon as the movie was over, she stood up and walked to the door. I followed her.
"Well, thank you, my dear," she said. "I really enjoyed the movie."
"And I enjoyed your company," I informed her. To my amazement, she blushed again. "You know," I began, "to be the Madam of this massive bordello, you sure do blush a lot."
"Even an old lady like myself likes to feel valued from time to time," she told me.
"Well, you definitely are valued, my dear," I said, mimicking her. "When was the last time that you were pleasured, Nadia?"
The words were out before I could stop them. I was terrified of what her reaction would be. I could've just cost myself my job! After a few horrifying moments, she spoke.
"It's been quite a while."
