Demon Bordello

Happy Birthday!

Lethia began to stir as the sun dipped lower in the sky outside her window. The noise in the house was also beginning to rise in correlation to the setting sun.

Next to her bed as a plate of food which she gladly tore into. The ingredients were of good quality, definently not something she was used to. Perhaps this job had far more perks then she originally thought. She was already used to the abuse that she knew she was bound to suffer here. She had learned many a lesson between the church pews and in the silence of the confessional booth.

Once the food had been polished off, she stood with a stretch. Her body no longer ached from the previous night thanks to her demonic heritage. Tonight however, would bring about more she was sure. She had heard several of the girls discussing the Captain's birthday and them swapping horror stories about the police in the previous years. Known for their rough handling and shorting payments, if they paid at all. Madame Angela pittied the girls but urged them to treat each one as a VIP as it was in everyone's best interest.

Lethia walked to her closet and debated her choice in clothes for the night. Finally her eyes landed on a church dress, heavy on the ruffles. It took her no time to adjust her corset and don the dress. It felt heavy around her and reminded her of her youth.

The image she saw in the mirror was near perfect as she did her hair and makeup to give the impression of a young church going human girl.

Lorelai was resting, as her body due to it's demonic nature, didn't need alot of sleep, and all of the sleep she needed, she saved for when Damien came into town. She pulled out the Captain's favorite outfit. She was dressed as a 'nurse'.

She had on a loose flowing white dress, her hair curly, falling down to her waist. She had on very little make-up, her natural human beauty showing through. Her violet eyes popped against the bright white, making them seem bigger.

She had no shoes on, her feet dainty and she padded across the floor and downstairs. Officer McNulty grinned as he escorted her to the Captain as everyone started singing Happy Birthday, the lights dimmed.

Mama Angela brought out the cake and the Captain blew out the candles. He pulled Lorelai into his lap and she sat like a lady. The captain loved a prime and proper public girl and a private freak. Everyone clapped politely, some of the cops casting their gaze upon her with lustful eyes. She shyly looked away as the Captain cheered and had Lorelai feed him cake, smiling and giggling, being a good little *wife*. The dress covered everything down to her ankles and it left alot to the imagination.

The boys presented Mama Angela with 25,000 to close down the Bordello for the night, and to give them free run. She counted it before she locked the door and put up the closed sign. The men cheered and the girls were distributed. Lorelai knew where her place was as she received 25,000 just for her, she knew she belonged to the Captain for the next week. She smiled as she lead him to his private room, and grinned to Mama, as she had already given her the money before she followed closing the door and locking it. Let the week long sexfest begin.

Lethia followed along behind the girls as they filed into the main room where their "guests" waited.

It seemed most of the girls already had regulars waiting for them. There were few left to be swept up by the rest.

Lethia herself was snapped up by a set of twins, who she had, had frequent run ins with. They patrolled the church district and often visited the chapel late at night to "confess." The father had never let her take their confession before, he seemed to be concerned about their presence.

"Look here Andrew, the father's favorite pew cleaner is joining the captain's celebration!"

"Well what do you know Riley, isn't this a suprise? What do you say you join us in celebrating?" Andrew asked, running his hand down the side of her corset.
Lethia had to remind herself why she was here. Lorelai was perched on the captain's lap like a true lady. The very spectacle of what she should be.