MHIY: One Shots

Welcome to Sophie's House

Author's Note: This takes place before the inevitable airport fainting scene. This was how Jerald introduced RJ to the wonderful ladies of Amsterdam.

Special thanks to my older brother for some specifics of how their system works. Although still some details remain fictional, I do try my best to make it as accurate as possible.

Hope you guys like it. 😊

Happy weeksary and can't wait to read your comments later. 😜

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Welcome to Sophie's House. A well established house of pleasure situated in the busiest part of Amsterdam's Redlight District. The house has two sets of occupants as what is standard in that part of the city. The second floor was the residential area where the owner of the house, "Madam Sophie", lived with her husband and two beautiful little girls. She had the whole first floor rented out to professionals where they sell their "wares" to clients who were interested in what they see through the huge glass window of the house.

Running the first floor was Lady Wilmina. The ladies look up to her as she was the most experience among them. She also made sure that all the ladies were treated and paid well by their clients. And she also made sure that the services the ladies offered were that of the highest standard that Sophie's House was very well known in Amsterdam. No other house in the district could compare.

It was here that Richard found himself being dragged by his bestfriend, Jerald.

They landed that morning and their flight Captain couldn't help but sing praises to the both of them as they once again made a perfect landing despite the weather. He was so proud of his First Officer and reserve pilot that he gave Jerald 200Euros to have a fun night in the city. And Jerald knew exactly where he would be spending that money.

"Seriously, Je?" Richard said as they walked along the street where a line of houses with a red lightbulb lighted the street. "This is where you'll be wasting the money the Cap gave you?"

"No, Jase," Jerald corrected. "This is where we will be using the money the Cap gave me."

"Well," Richard remarked. "Give me half then. I'd rather spend it at a cafe."

Jerald looked at his friend with curiosity and shock, "you do know what a cafe is in Amsterdam, right?"

"Yes," he replied. "And there was a cafe that we passed by that sells brownies. It looked good. I had always wondered what it would taste like."

"Well look at you," Jerald smiled and hooked his arms around Richard's neck playfully then ruffled his hair with his other hand. "There's hope for you yet, Jase. But right now, I want to help you fill up a different kind of hunger."

"I'm not really hungry for that, Je."

"I know for a fact that you're not gay," Jerald said as he made sure he'd locked arms with Richard to keep him from running. "Martin could attest to that too. But, really Jase. You're twenty-two. And you have yet to get a girlfriend. And we know that the female population isn't scarce with potential candidates. And they've been falling in line just to get a chance to date you."

"I don't date, Je."

"That's another problem!" He exclaimed, arms raised in exasperation. "Would it kill you to call 'eating out' a date?"

"It's just eating out," Richard reason. "A date would be eating and doing something else before or after."

"You and your weird logic," Jerald shook his head and sighed. "But seriously, Jason. How high is your standard in women that no one interests you?"