The day started as most did. I woke to Kinsey yelling at another girl to get out of the bathroom. We went for breakfast and then started our preparation for the evening. Our chores we're a little different than most. Instead of washing dishes we washed sex toys. Instead of hanging laundry we folded lingerie. I'd been at the Palace Proper for only a few months but it was the nicest of the flesh houses I'd been in by far. I'd been taken from my parents and sold in to sexual slavery as payment for debts that my father had accumulated and until I'd earned that back I wasn't free to leave. Thankfully, through good behaviour and my unique looks, I was able to climb the ranks from the horrid squalor I was originally condemned to. Unlike that place of peeling wall paper and rotting carpets, this was luxury. The room where we dressed was spectacular. The solid dark wood like a living thing as it gleamed from its place on the walls. You would think that the floor to ceiling darkness would be oppressive but coupled with ornate cream rugs that covered most of the red veined marble floor, it just felt regal.
We only worked at night, due to our cliental being, for the most part royalty and corporate titans, they needed somewhere to relax and let off steam. We were treated well; no beatings and the clients were not allowed to mistreat us. Requests for more masochistic tendencies were satisfied by the girls who wanted to earn higher pay or enjoyed it. Though occasionally this would be disregarded, punishment being the only exception that I was aware of.
The evening proceeded as usual. Kinsey and I sat at our matching vanities and started our primping and preening. Kinsey was one of the more beautiful of the girls, her huge grey eyes like a fawn, filling a dainty pixy face. Her long, slim arms wrapped in a black silk robe that consumed her lithe form. She was built like the supermodels of old, with maybe a little more bust and ass than would have been accepted. Her smile was open and perfect as she applied a deep purple gloss.
"Deema are you listening? I heard rumours" she said, a sly smile tugging at those plump lips.
"About what?" I replied "I've not heard a thing"
"That a special client is arriving and that he has unusual...requirements."
I saw my bright blue eyes widen in the mirror as I turned towards her station.
"Surely he'll be given to the D-Team then?" That was the nickname we gave to the girls who liked the rough stuff, D for the dungeon they worked in down stairs. I turned back to my mirror and added thick black liner to my mascara and smoky lids, making my pale skin stand out.
She dropped her robe to the floor and stated pawing through the wardrobe for her outfit. She had a fetish for matching her lips to her getup so I could guarantee it would be the same shade of purple as her gloss. As she turned, her tattoo caught the light. The small white symbol matched her skin almost perfectly. Unlike the three separate ones that I had, she only had one representing this house. She had been here her whole professional life. The delicate series of lines that made up a swirling P sate on her lower spine above her pert ass, no bigger than half my pinkie finger. The UV tattoos were a sign of our ownership and the place we served. Kinsey started pulling out bits of lace and silks, holding them against her pale golden skin in front of the mirror.
Ignoring my statement she added "I also heard he has a thing for the exceptional" and made a point of making a slow, lingering look at my hair. I followed her eyes to my reflection. My fire red hair was one of the reasons I'd been purchased by the house owner. It was a rarity, along with my pale, almost white skin and big blue eyes, I was a genetic fluke thought to be extinct. Red hair could only be found in a bottle for the most part. Issues with genetic tampering had made the red gene almost extinct.
"You don't think? Surely the Superior wouldn't let a client hurt us?-me?" I must have looked horrified because concern crossed her perfect features.
"I don't know. I hope not, you're the best roommate I've ever had." She said trying to break the tension in the room. "Anyway..." she added "It's just a rumour. Who knows who he'll pick?"
She turned back to the wardrobe, did some rummaging and threw a sexy black silk and lace combo at me. "You should look your best regardless. Who knows, you could become his favourite, or better he could buy you for himself!"
I moved to the bed where the tiny garments lay and started to dress. I know she was trying to lighten the mood, many of us dreamed about being free and being someone's favourite meant you were theirs exclusively which meant less people to please and while it didn't happen often sometimes a girl was purchased and taken into a private home. It was as good as being free.
I slipped my generous curves into the gorgeous bra and panties that she'd pulled out, I couldn't complain, Kinsey had excellent taste. My bust felt like it was under my chin but the darkness complimented my skin tone perfectly. I added black satin sky high heels and followed Kinsey in to the hallway.
The hallway was done in the same dark wood and marble as the rooms on this floor, like the decorator couldn't be bothered to mix it up a bit. The girls stood in a line of ten with backs to the wall. The stars shone through the window and the end of the corridor, the moonlight highlighting the engraving on the big double doors to the side. The hallway was large enough to stand four abreast but normal procedure was to stand aside until the client made a request and the Superior came to get us.
Tonight though, the Superior came through the doors in a fluster.
"Girls, there has been a change in protocol for this evening." She said as she walked up and down the line, her short brown bob swishing as she turned. "I will be bringing a client to inspect you, if chosen you will be taken to the royal suite to be prepared and you will be sequestered until he is done with you." She didn't look happy at the last part, her short arms folding over her plump frame and the deep set lines in her face making furrows in her skin. It was defiantly against protocol to hand a girl over with no warning or prep and to give a client free reign over one was almost unheard of in any of the houses I'd worked in, clients could get abusive and girls were a valuable commodity.
The Superior paced a little longer.
The door started to open again and my heart started to pound in my chest.
"Heads down girls" she whispered.
We all took to memorising the marble floor. I was so tense my manicured nails were digging in to my palms. I tried to calm myself by thinking about all of the other beautiful girls here, maybe Kinsey was wrong and he liked girls with more colour to their skin or blondes, yeah maybe he liked blondes. The idea on no parameters was terrifying.
Kinsey pressed her shoulder against mine as a show of support; clearly she thought that was as likely as I did. My eyes flicked over to the door. From this vantage, all I could see where a pair of large brown shoes which looked very expensive.
There was whispering between what I assumed was the client and the Superior, I was far enough down the corridor that it was just mumbling. Then the Superior spoke.
"Girls, the client is going to do an inspection, if you are touched on the shoulder then you must step forwards."
Murmurs of agreement followed.
I was frozen still, surely I was freaking out for nothing.
Footsteps down the hall brought me back to myself. Heavy breathing, a turn and then back down the hall. He must have stayed towards the opposite wall as I couldn't get a glimpse of those shoes again. The urge to look up was overwhelming.
Murmuring and then the Superior's heels walking towards our end of the hall.
