A World Made For Whores

1: Watching

He watches as she drapes herself across the old man in the armchair. The old man's hand travels down her side and grabs her ass as she whispers in his ear. He turns away, jealousy boiling in his veins. He looks up at the man he calls his father, sitting smug in his throne looking out across the room, clearly happy with his party. The man always does find joy in hiring every Whore he can find and inviting everyone of importance or money to come and take their pick.

He takes another swig of scotch, wishing there was more to distract him from all the fat, rich, ugly, old men and spoiled, I-inherited-daddy's-money-after-I-hired-someone-to-kill-him young men who were only here for the free sex and show. The whole display, no matter how common, disgusts him. He turns, feeling a manicured nail on his forearm.

"Your father wishes to know why you aren't enjoying yourself and if there's anything I can do to help." A long-pink-legged girl whispers in his ear. She pulls away giving him what she hopes is a seducing look. He glances at her, tired of her attempts.

"It would be entirely my pleasure." She coos. His gaze travels over her form from her jet black pig tails down to her leather clad torso and slim, dark pink legs.

"I'm sure it would be, seeing as you would be the only one finding any pleasure in the matter. Now if you'll excuse me." He shoves past her, making his way toward the throne sitting next to his fuck up of a father.

"Why have you not chosen a lady?" His father questions, looking over at him. He laughs humorlessly, not looking at his father.

"Father there is barely a soul here that can claim to be a lady."

"Well if you must have that kind of attitude then tell me, how do you think the newest girl is fairing?"

He watches the girl as she dances suggestively in front of three men. One man nudges another and the two older men laugh. The younger just watches intently, nursing his drink with a small smile.

"I'm not entirely sure since it's a bit hard to see through all the cigar smoke but I'd say she's fairing quite well." He says wishing he could drag his eyes away from the mesmerizing movements of the girl. Just the idea that other men are watching her makes him sick to his stomach.

"Quite?" The man laughs.

"I believe she may just beat out Scarlet's popularity within just her second night. That deserves a lot more than quite. I think she may soon become my new favorite." His father says referring to the girl that had tried to seduce him earlier. She had been father's favorite since she turned fourteen many years ago.

Every nerve in his body is exhausted, begging him to get out. "Well I think I may just turn in for the night."

He begins to walk away but his father interrupts him. "Take her with you."

Not willing to argue, he doesn't refuse but rather marches forward toward the girl. Once he reaches her he grabs her arm, dragging her alongside him. He tries to ignore the sparks the contact sends through his fingers as they move through the crowded hallway, filled with Whores and men with their mouths attached to said Whores. Once they reach the stairs he storms up with her in tow, still neither of them saying a word.

A/N

So what do you think?

This is the first chapter of this story and I will try to post everyday (no promises).