Madame Debrune's House of Female Companionship
"Laren, we've got a new girl coming to be tested this afternoon. She's from a village up north, somewhere around the Krennelow Mountains if I'm not mistaken. I want you to test her out and bring her and her bags to the empty room in the Red Hall if she's suitable. If not, she can help out in the kitchens tonight and sleep in the extra bed in the linen room. Then tomorrow morning it's breakfast and back to whatever god-forsaken backwater she came from."
Madame Debrune was not a cruel woman, rather a practical one that could afford to be somewhat generous to the girls who came from the city and even further to join her "house of female companionship" as the manor was referred to among the well-to-do clientele. She believed in working for one's comforts, though always made sure that the girls were at least fed and had a night's rest before sending them away if they were not quite suited to the line of work that Madame Debrune offered. Most of the girls that came to apply were, if not skilled, at least apt and willing pupils to the arts of sensualism. Desperation often had this effect on the young women whose families were encountering financial hardship or who had no family at all to keep them fed. A few however were too surly or plain to be useful as escorts. Occasionally, Madame Debrune kept on a good natured but unattractive girl to help with the cleaning or in the kitchens.
It was Laren's job to test the girls who came to the manor seeking work, on their skills, charisma, beauty, and temperament. Although he always remained courteous and professional, both with Madame Debrune and the women of the manor, he loved his job. Madame Debrune often used him as a teaching aid as well, showing the girls the finer points of how to please a man. Madame Debrune herself was an attractive, refined woman, who never seemed to age much, though Laren estimated that she must be approaching middle age, if not already there. He was certainly not averse to standing nude in front of the Madame and the trainees and having his cock fondled and sucked by both. Although only in his mid-twenties, Madame Debrune relied on him heavily, often asking his opinion on a girl's progress and trusting his discretion with the wealthy and important clients who frequented the manor.
Around 3 o'clock, Laren greeted the rather timid knock at the front door and welcomed the girl and the meager baggage that accompanied her to the manor. She was on the petite side, with dark hair swept back and doe eyes, framed by long lashes. She had an an innocence and freshness about her that appealed to him, but that would probably last no more than another few months in her new lodgings. She had on a modest, somewhat worn shift but behind her wholesome and guileless demeanor, he could sense something wild and carnal yearning to break free. Laren had a sixth sense about these things and had a feeling he was especially going to enjoy the testing process with this one. Sensing her nervousness, he asked her about herself and her journey to put her at ease.
"My name's Firrel, sir. I'm the youngest out of eight daughters, and I guess that doesn't leave too much for me, sir, in the way of a dowry. In addition, this past year has been difficult on the whole village, what with the drought and all. My Pa was having trouble feeding us all. I had to leave home to make it easier for the rest of the family. They were sorry to see me go, but, well, you know how it is." She shrugged. This was a story he had heard more than once.
"I heard of this place from a traveling merchant. I asked him about the big cities south of Vernon's Pass, you see, and he told me about the big inns where you can get tankards full of ale, and listen to bards sing all night long. He told me all about the big houses and important people. It all sounded so marvelous in his stories and I asked him about what there was for a girl like me in the city, sir, in the way of work."
Laren looked at her evenly and asked, "you do know what the girls do here, don't you?"
Firrel blushed. "Oh yes, sir. He told me that too, sir. Then he asked me if I wanted him to show me so that I would know what to do if I decided to come here. He wanted to prepare me first, and teach me about what's supposed to happen, you know, between a man and a woman." Her blush deepened.
By this time, they had arrived at Laren's office. It was not an office in the usual sense, but was instead painted a soft rose shade, and outfitted with silk curtains, a large red settee in the middle and an unobtrusive antique wooden desk set against the wall.
Laren gestured to the sofa and took a seat in an upholstered maroon armchair facing it.
"And did you accept his offer?"
She lowered her eyes. "It was a most pleasant experience, sir."
"Why don't you tell me what he showed you. It will help me set up your training schedule if I know what you've already experienced and what you'll need to learn."
"Well, first he showed me his... manhood. He asked me if I wanted to touch it and it sort of, well, jumped when I did. Then he showed me how to stroke it so it was pleasurable for him. Then he told me to... to put it in my mouth."
Laren could feel his trousers getting tight in the crotch and was eager to experience what this so-called merchant had experienced in her small pink mouth. He prodded her to continue with her story.
"And then what?"
"Well, I sort of sucked it a bit and licked it with my tongue. Then I touched the hanging bit at the base of his... thing."
"His scrotum."
"Right, sir, that. He was making groaning noises and his eyes kind of rolled back into his head. Then a load of whitish stuff came out and I had to swallow it cause he was still in my mouth, see."
