Demon Bordello

First Night

Lethia reverted to her human form, it has always felt more natural for her. The room she sat in a was bare for the most part, though a bed was all that was truly needed for this line of work. The window overlooked the harbor, from her room she could see the men loading and unloading ships that would take them far away to new lands. The were as always rumors of less divisive lands and islands of equality. Lethia knew it was all a child's tale but the glimmer of hope was one that she still held on to.
A quick inventory of the room told her the previous occupant had been a jack of all trades. The curio cabinet contained various manual devices as well as restraint kit. Lethia ran her fingers along the soft leather tendrils of the flog that hung beside the window. A small closet provided different outfits ranging from customer favorites to everyday clothes.

A loud boisterous voice echoed along the corridors of the building. Curiosity had always been the down fall of the Cat and she was full of it. Stepping out of the room a glance over the banister revealed a group of men and women had entered. The man making the most noise appeared to be a captain of sorts leaving Lethia to believe the others were his crew.

The girls regarded several of the younger men with respect one would expect shown to regulars. This was bound to be a long night.

Lorelai arrived in the front room again and was greeted by warm arms and arms wrapped around her middle.

"Rori, Rori, Rori," came a deep masculine voice that sent shivers down her spine. Already back in her human form, she had been standing around eying the sailors as they entered. She spun around to see one of her regulars, a guy named Damien. He was the first mate of the crew that had entered and she was his favorite.

"Hello Damien, " She said with an innocent smile. He grinned pulling her towards him. She had to admit as humans went, he was handsome. He had shaggy black hair and intense emerald eyes. His chisled features would make any female, demon or otherwise weak in the knees. Lorelai however just thought of the companionship. He didn't always come there to get laid, though the wild stories he told the crew afterwards would make him seem so. He spent some of the time telling Lorelai about where he had travelled and filling her head with tales of excitement and adventure, which she then told to the younger girls, to give them hope, something to wish for, dreams of something better than this.

Damien looked at her expectantly and she caught Mama Angela's attention and pointed to Damien. She nodded in response and headed back to her room, Damien close behind her. She could feel him watching her walk, and it made her grin. At least she still turned someone on.

The crew began to disperse throughout the building, accompanied by men and women of different sizes. The captain leaned over the counter and began to flirt with Angela. From the way her cheeks began to rosen is was obvious the man had a silver tongue. Angela twirled her hair as her snaggeled teeth bit her bottom lip.

Bored, Lethia turned her attention to the various other couples throughout the main room. Most of the crew had found company, but a few still stood detached, watching and waiting. Amongst them was a young sailor who looked to be no older then 17. From the way the crew teased him it was obvious that he had never been to the Brothel before. Heavy breathing caught the young girl off guard as she turned to find an older crew member standing behind her. Lethia cursed herself mentally for her lack of attention. The man looked her over as one might appraise a side of beef. A crooked grin speak across his haggard face.

"So Ms. Angela hooked a fresh fish. Ain't nuttin better then fresh. Let's see how ya taste."

The man walked into her room ahead of her. It was obvious at that point that he was a regular and that this was always the new girl's room.

Damien shut the door behind him as Lorelai changed into his favorite outfit, school girl. She came back out sitting on her bed and patting it beckoning him towards her. He undresses and slowly crawls over her until his body lined up with hers. His lips crashed onto hers, methodically kissing all of the places that he knew would illicit his favorite sound, her moans. He knew when she was truly entertained or when she was faking, they had played this game before. His eyes watched the slight twitch of her body and the quiet moans she tried not to let out. She was teasing him and he knew it.

Lorelai enjoyed the experience everytime he came home. She always lost the battle, he knew her too well. He had taken the time to know her too well. Sex with him was always new, always exciting and never disappointing. She finally gave him and gave him the sounds he craved. She moaned loudly and without stopping, she could not help herself. The positions changed, the pleasure never ceased and finally the climax.

Spent, his sweaty body pressed against hers. Hours had gone by and both were exhausted. Damien always paid to spend the night as he curled up under her blankets, pulling her body close to his.
"Be yourself, just for tonight...I want to feel the real you," he whispered into her ear and she reverted to her true form. She felt his smile on her back and he held her until they both fell asleep.

Lethia wondered whether or not to shut the door behind her. She was not one for exhibition but the idea of being secluded also ate at her nerves. Finally, she shut the door and turned back to find the man ready and waiting.
He sat on the edge of his bed, his knees spread. It was obvious what service he expected of the girl. "Let's see it. " He growled.

Lethia let her illusion fall away, revealing her true nature. She mentally reminded herself of the needs at the home as she got on her hands and knees.

Tail raised she crawled to the man, forcing herself to purr loudly. Hers was not that of a house cat but of a pleased Leopard. She wasted no time in giving the man what he was paying for. Felatio was something every demon girl knew almost instinctively at this point.

The man grabbed her ears and held her in place, as he blocked her airway.
Lethia erupted into coughs when he finally released her. The girl had no time to catch her breath however as the seadog wrapped her hair around his hand and mounted her from behind. His free hand gripped her tail tightly ensuring her submissivness as he used her body to please himself.
His peak was almost pathetic as he pulled out and let it land where it may. He seemed proud of his work as he looked down at Lethia.
Dropping his money on the night stand he left her to clean up as the next john entered her room. This was set to be a long night.

The house was in an uproar as the liquor and money poured like the rain outside.

Lorelai and Damien continued sleeping, both of them used to the loudness of their friends and family.