Must look presentable; arch back, sway hips, half-lidded stares, be as alluring as possible. That’s my job. Must look presentable. Arch back, sway hips, be as alluring as possible. That’s my job... I thought that to myself over and over again as I got ready to start my day. The thoughts ran through my head until it was the only idea I could concentrate on. The bed covers were nearly as messy as my mane. As I got up I found my back hoof was tangled in them leaving me to tumble unceremoniously to the ground with a thump.

I clawed my way towards the bathroom, through the open door. The bed covers were reluctant to let go so easily, and it took several attempts to free my hind leg from it. Once it did let go, I forced myself to look upwards to the white porcelain sink.

Through my tangled green mane I could see myself in the mirror, my rather plain earth pony features mostly buried by that mass of hair. I yawned, my teeth were fairly white, but I brushed them nonetheless, that’s what the Madame told us to do every morning. Doing this everyday had made them as white as the porcelain underneath my chin, even in the bright glare of the several bright light-bulbs positioned above the mirror. Madame Marelevolent had ensured that all of her...’employees’ were comfortable in their rooms, and the numerous beauty creams had definitely worked.

I leaned in close to the mirror, raising a hoof to check on a particularly stubborn spot that occupied my face the entirety of last week. Success. The cream had reduced it down to the point that it wouldn't be visible to anyone who looked at me with anything but a magnifying glass. I settled back onto my back hooves.

“Alluring as possible. “

There was a plain toothbrush attached to a hinge on the wall near the sink. I swung it in front of me with a single, practised flick of my hoof, moving my head to work it over my teeth. Being an earth-pony has its drawbacks. But hey, it could always be worse. I had poked myself in the gums many times before when my mind wandered. Today was no different.

I drew back sharply from the pressure against my gums, letting out a quick gasp of sharp pain. But it faded quickly, and it was soothed by toothpaste foam and my tongue rubbing over the spot. I had to stop letting my thoughts drift while brushing my teeth, it was apparently a dangerous thing to do.

I did similarly with a larger brush on another hinge nearby, combing my mane into it’s usual style, nice and wavy down the back of my neck. Whilst I definitely had longer hair than average, thanks to the customer’s wishes, it didn't even come close to the length of The Madame’s....Nothing like the Madame’s...No doubt back when she would have had my job it was the delight of every stallion to cross the threshold. Risque thoughts crossed my mind, but I shook my head to clear my mind. I smiled at myself in the mirror as my hair reached the presentable level, far away from dreaded bed hair.

The smile didn’t touch my eyes.

On habit I examined my face for blemishes, maybe a bruise. Couldn’t have that, that wouldn’t do. Oh Goddess. That wouldn’t do. That’s what she always said. I was starting to sound like her.

Still my orangish tan coat seemed the same as always, the little freckles still pockmarked over my face. The Madame said they were cute. She liked cute, cute brought in bits.

“Trick Turner? Trick Turner it’s time for breakfast!” A voice called into my room from the hallway. Eight-thirty. Breakfast for the house.

I sighed to myself, time to start the day, same as always. ‘It was important for the House to share breakfast.’ The Madame had repeated many times. ‘It encourages conversations and friendships to grow between you girls.’

“Must look presentable: arched back, swaying hips, bedroom eyes, be as alluring as possible.” I mumbled under my breath before putting my smile back on and heading for the door.

I took one last look at my room. It was rather messy, last night had made sure of that, the covers were strewn about, and and various things had been knocked off the nightstand and onto the floor. One of the curtains was also crooked.

She might not like that. I hoped I’d have time to fix it before she got a chance to peek inside and see. Hopfully my room wasn’t on the list for inspection today.

The door creaked open when I pushed. It always did, they all did. You would know when business was in full flow when the creaky doors drew to a silence as each room was filled.

You could always tell who got a good turn around, they didn’t even have to say anything. They did anyway though, oh gossip how you are the bread and butter of the world. I could hear their voices before I even rounded the corner at the bottom of the staircase. Loud, lilting voices echoed from the large dining hall, capable of seating all of the girls with room to spare.

I walked down the hall to the stairs, my hooves clicking as they always did on the wooden floor. It was expensive wood, every little step made a deep sound, like a fancy drum in miniature. No police ponies could sneak up on you when their every move was a Samba.

It also happened to make sneaking out very difficult.

That rarely happened though.

Rarely.

Down the stairs and round the corner I came into the kitchen. Seems I was one of the last, the rest of the girls were already sitting around, chatting about various unimportant things. New mane styles, the best way to hold one’s tail to offer the best view without exposing the goods, if Bedazzler was falling for one of her clients. I hoped not, that seldom ended well.

All of them milled about with arched backs, swaying hips, as alluring as possible. Admittedly one of the pluses of this job was the eye candy, although I didn’t see Her anywhere. That wasn’t particularly unusual, she was often busy on the town...adding to the coffers, as she liked to put it. It seemed at times we were more of a hobby.

.

“Mornin’, Trick,” said a mare to my left.

“Morning, Lace,” I said absentmindedly. On some level I was aware she was putting a plate of daisy salad in front of me. “Did you sleep well?”

She shrugged, her long brown mane draping over her shoulders. “Eh, so, you probably slept better though, eh?” she nudged me teasingly. “Lots’a bucks at your door. Wouldn’t be surprised if you were out like a light the second the last one left.” I nodded, pushing the night out of my mind.

“Um...yeah, lots of business. Good for the house.” I smiled.

She nudged me again, I was very lucky to remain upright.

“I’ll say! One of our top mares last night! Next to me of course!” She chuckled. “Keep it up, she’ll be happy to hear you did so well.” She returned my smile, though hers looked a lot better. She turned and left.

Sweet Princess’s tits she had a nice ass. Arch your back and sway your hips indeed~.

I took a bite of my salad. It was good. We must have had extra money this week, that or one of us had done a good job of pleasing her. I wasn’t sure which. The mindless chatter around me continued as I munched on my salad. I wondered if they all really enjoyed their jobs or if they were just faking it? I really wasn’t sure myself to be honest...I mean I could be doing worse things. I had done worse things.

She’d found me in a gutter somewhere and taken me in. There was food, a soft bed, lights, air conditioning for the stifling summer outside. But it wasn’t free.

Still it was a fair enough trade.

I mean...I could be doing worse things.

The chatter died abruptly as we heard a massive pair of hooves clicking against the hardwood floors of the house. Near the entrance.

She was back.

They strolled at a leisurely pace. Through the sitting room, past the bar and restaurant, the parlor, the ‘Special’ rooms, and then into the hallway leading to the kitchen. There were two double doors between us and the hallway.

I braced myself.

“Hello my pretties!” They swung open with a bang revealing her, Madame Marelevolent. Though she prefered simply, The Madame. She was taller than any of us by another half pony at least. I was pretty sure she could rival the princesses in height if you took a tape measurer and happened to have access to the royal palace. Her pale white coat was perfectly maintained as always. She strolled into the room, back arched, hips swaying, and oh so alluring. But despite all her other eye catching features there was something anyone looking at her would immediately notice, Madame’s mane and tail.

The hairs were fine and combed to perfection, so much so that it was hard to tell where one ended and another began. They came together to form an inky black, deep and dark, like the bottom of the ocean in the middle of the night, the purest color I had ever seen on anything, natural or unnatural. Her mane easily reached down to her knees, and her tail stretched along the floor, somehow never dirty for its dragging. Both flowed like sinuous liquid as she moved.

And all of us were well aware just how special they were.

She moved towards us, every movement graceful and poised as she walked to the front of the table. She made a show of sitting in her chair, settling her rump down and wiggling to get comfortable. She always gave off the air that she was enjoying herself, far more than was classically polite, with every movement. She smiled at us, her eyes lidded, and I felt a shiver tingle up my body.

“So, it seems we did a good trade last night,” she said smoothly, her deep voice washing leisurely over the table.

A yellow and blue mare, Fishnets, was the first to find her voice.

“Oh yes, yes Madame.” she nodded, glad to see our benefactor happy. “Each of us had a full room for most of the night. You know how the bucks get on weekends.”

She nodded, taking a dainty bite of her salad.

“I most certainly do.” her smiled crawled up along her cheeks. Even though she had a full plate of food in front of her, it was still a hungry expression. “Such needy little things.”

I found myself nodding with everyone else.

“So,” she purred. “Who was our top mare for the night girls? Come come, don't be shy.”

The mare sitting next to Lace, Leather-They tended to sit together- raised her dark chocolate colored hoof.

“It was Lace, Madame!”

The large mare nodded in approval. “No surprise there, she is always one of my top girls, are you not Lace?” she asked, taking another small bite of salad.

It took some nudging from Leather to get her to reply.

“O-oh! Yes, Madame. B-but it’s nothing Madame, I-”

“Nonsense,” the Madame’s hoof was in the air before any of us could blink. Somehow she didn't make it look like a sudden movement. “You're always so wonderfully productive.” she punctuated by taking another bite of salad before standing up and sauntering over to Lace. “I do so appreciate your hard work.” she touched her cheek with a hoof, drawing it down along her face to lift her chin. I could see Lace shudder at that.“Such a good little filly.”

All of us looked on, unsure what to do next. We knew what was coming.

“Now, Lace,” she said, rubbing gently underneath the mare's chin as she spoke. Lace began to shift in her seat, biting her lip. “Tell me, who had the worst turnaround from last night?”

I could see the poor mare struggling, she was kind at heart, but when Madame asked you a question you answered.

“Sweet Kiss,” she breathed. I could see her chest rising and falling under Madame’s touch.

“Thank you Lace.” she cooed slowly drawing her hoof down from her chin and along her side in a smooth motion.

Lace nearly fell over. She’d never really had any self restraint.

Those dark, hungry eyes turned to Sweet Kiss, who had taken the chair farthest from her gaze, she tried to make herself smaller, to hide, but it wasn’t of any real use. The large graceful mare was at her side in a few languid steps, her muzzle right in her ear, lips brushing along it.

“Sweet kiss?” she asked.

The poor little mare squirmed in her seat, knowing better than to try to wiggle away. “Y-yes Madame?”

“Do you know why you had so few callers? I’m curious.” she stretched out that last word more than I thought possible.

Sweet Kiss could hardly find her voice, I felt both pity, and in a deeper, darker part of myself a strange jealousy for her.

“I-I’m sorry I-”

“Shhhh, shhhh,” Even from here I could feel those words vibrate against her ear. “It’s okay. I know why. You didn’t try hard enough sweety, and that won’t do. But It’s okay.”

Sweet Kiss made a strained, needy sound.

“You know what happens now, don’t you?”

The smaller mare nodded quickly.

And the Madame’s mane came to life. several strands of smooth soft hair hovered about like snakes, her lips still pressed against Sweet Kiss’s ear intimately. They started to caress her. The Madame was hungry today...I watched as several strands started to venture low on her body.

“Your Madame will show you the love they couldn’t. Come with me.”

More strands of inky black mane started to slowly ensnare her body as we watched, the helpless mare moaned, the Madame’s coos of comfort gentle in her ear. One wrapped around her neck, my own breath felt strained as I watched it squeeze her gently, the tip stroking along her chin. My nostrils flared. The poor girl was already wet.

Her body was slowly wrapped up and lifted as though it weighed nothing.

The Madame ‘s eyes slowly turned to us. We all averted our gazes at once, didn't want to stare, that simply wouldn't do.

“Enjoy your breakfast, girls,” she said simply, before gracefully turning and heading past each of us in turn, taking her time, letting us know who was in charge.

She vanished out the double doors.

None of us breathed until we heard her hoofsteps echo down the hall, through the parlor and to the special rooms.

I tried to finish my breakfast, but I've always had good hearing.

Through the walls of the brothel, I could hear Sweet Kiss moaning.

Author's Note

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