Welcome to Duchess's Castle

Night Life

As we walked out of the bathroom I was welcomed by an exciting sight! The women have arrived, in all of their gilts and glamor. As the woman led me by the hand through the crowd we were greeted by smiling faces and waves of acknowledgement, a sure feeling of validation for me going through this world.
"I'm sorry, but what is your name?" I ask her.
"It's Tiffany." She smiles while looking back at me.
"So what should we-" I began, before a stranger cut into the conversation.
"Tiffany! I've been looking for you all night babe!"He exclaims, opening his arms for a hug.
This man was old, with white hair, wrinkles, and a raspy voice. He appeared just like any other ordinary grandfather.
Tiffany walked into his open arms and embraced him.
"I pretty much just got here !" She laughs.
"Who's this?"He asks her, one eyebrow raised looking into my direction.
"This is my little sister."She smiles, lightly squeezing my shoulder.
"Hi there!" I smile, a little awkwardly.
"Oh she must be younger huh!?" He giggles, "What's your name?".
"Her name's Duchess, and it's her first night out with me so don't be hard on her!"She teases, lightly slapping the man on the arm.
"Ouch I would never!" He laughs.
"It's a pleasure to meet you sir." I smile, tucking a strand of hair behind my ear before reaching out to shake his hand.
"Sir!? Don't be so formal!" He exclaims, ignoring my hand and pulling me into a tight hug.
"My name's Jacob! It's great to meet you, a friend of Tiffany's is a friend of mine!" He laughs before patting my butt.
I giggle slightly awkwardly, as I'm not accustomed to this kind of attention. As Tiffany and Jacob continue to have their conversation I zone out.

Is this something I really can do?
How can I acquire some of these women as employees?
Can I handle being touched the same way again tonight?

Yes I can, I have to make these women think I'm one of them, to let them know I'm not someone who would judge them or try to steal their work. I need to impress these women so they will at least listen to my ideas. If I can't make my dream come true then what's the point of living?

"Duchess? Are you okay?" Tiffany asks, grabbing me lightly on the shoulders. Her fingertips were hot against my cold skin.
Finally taken away from my thoughts, I reply "I'm sorry, I'm fine! Just had something going through my head."
"Okay, well come on! There's way more people I need to show you off to and way more things for us to do!" Tiffany pulls me away further into the bar, causing the top of my tube dress to slide down. I guess it's okay to expose a little more cleavage for the night.

As the night continued Tiffany addressed me to more and more people, as Duchess. Don't get me wrong, it's a really cute name and I honestly love the way that it sounds, but I'm just curious to know why she gave me that name.

After an hour or so of mingling, Tiffany and I finally decide to sit down at a small table to take a break. One of her kind gentleman friends was nice enough to purchase a few drinks for us, while another of her gentlemen friends purchased some food for us. It was beyond nice to not have to pull my wallet out to make any purchases, these men practically fell at Tiffany's feet. The interesting thing to me is that all of these men varied in age and profession. Some of the men were old, retired physicians and lawyers. The others were young, worked as accountants, had trust funds, some were even holding supervisory positions for some of the largest tech companies to exist. All of the men were amazing, the one thing they all had in common however was their admiration for Tiffany and their complete desire to do anything to have her just smile at them or talk to them for one moment-and of course- their money. With these men, the middle class wasn't even a thing. Most of them wore crisp Italian suits, Rolex watches, and only what I'm assuming are expensive colognes, as the scent of the men stuck around many minutes after their departure from us. I don't think I've ever encountered so many wealthy people in a room. I loved it.

"So, what made you give me the name "Duchess"?" I ask Tiffany, before taking a small bit of my side salad.
She giggles at this question, making me grin in response "Well, when I first saw you in the bathroom you were so cute, timid, nicely dressed. I figured, she's a lovely girl I can have a good time with."
"Oh." I replied, "Well that is so sweet! Thank you!".
"Plus..." She whispers before leaning closer to me, she points at me to do the same. So I do, I move in closer and she moves her head towards my ear.
"You're so sexy, you come off very sophisticated- and I know she probably tastes like heaven." Tiffany's hand squeezes the top of my thigh, before circling her thumb on my hip.
I can feel my breathing hitch as soon as she squeezes me, I feel like my face is burning and I'm too stunned to speak. I grab my glass and touch it to my face to cool myself off.
I can feel Tiffany's eyes on me, watching every move.
"Am I being too forward?" She questions, whispering against my ear causing tingles to roll down my spine.
"Oh, umm, no sorry I'm fine. I'm just a little speechless." I whisper, somehow mustering up a voice.
"I can't wait to go to your boudoir tonight." She whispers again, before her lips touch my neck. She kisses my neck, with her lips open she uses her tongue to lick me, then her lips linger on me once more. Her lips are full, soft, and warm. I feel butterflies doing gymnastics in my stomach.
She pulls away and we stare at each other for a moment before being interrupted.

"Tiffany!" A girl screams while she makes her way to our table.
"Alexandra!" Tiffany exclaims before rising from her chair to welcome the girl into her embrace.

This woman is stunning, she has dark eyes and raven hair that ends just above her shoulders, her skin looks like the moonlight, and her voice is deep and smooth, the way I would imagine honey to sound . In an outfit that I could only describe as a dominatrix couture- In shining black latex, this woman definitely stood out from the rest of the women here, including me.
Without even knowing her, I began feeling this deep dark feeling that longed to escape from the pit of my stomach- something about her made me desire to immediately hate her- she seemed to be everything I was not and everything I never dared to be.

"I haven't seen you in forever! Where have you been?!" She asks, she must be close to her. Her face is full of joy, happy to reconnect with a friend.
"I've been traveling for a while! I went to Rome, Tuscany, Paris." Tiffany smiled shyly.
"OH MY GOD, I'm beyond jealous!" Alexandra shrieks.
I sit quietly allowing them to reconnect with each other for a moment prior to being pulled from my thoughts.
"This is Duchess." Tiffany states, squeezing my shoulder.
"Wow! Love the name, I'm Alexandra, you can call me Alex for short if you want."
"It's a pleasure to meet you Alex." I smile, reaching out to shake her hand.
She lightly grabs my hand and shakes it, just allowing the tips of her fingers to touch me. We let go of hands and she wiped her hand slowly on her pant leg.
My eyebrows lower in offense.

Wow, that was rude. My hands aren't dirty, all I was doing was being friendly. Not that I should be friendly, there's something weird about her. I just know it!

"Perhaps, It's my envy getting the best of me." I whisper to myself, aiming to convince myself of my own words.

"Anyways, what are you doing tonight!? Wanna skip this place and get drinks elsewhere? You're always welcome to stay at mine tonight, only if you ditch the teenybopper. " Alexandra smiles, suggestively letting the word "tonight" roll off of her tongue before emphasizing the idea of me being a burden to Tiffany.

I roll my eyes and take a large swig of my drink.

It's going to be a long night.