Getting Down to Business

I pushed that morning to the back of my head as the day started properly. I was pretty sure most of us could hear Sweet Kiss for quite a while afterwards. Hours it seemed. But we didn’t see the Madame again either so it was a mixed blessing.

Though I had my own troubles to worry about, while I was one of the top mares last night, it wasn’t a usual occurrence and I took it in my stride as just another day. There was a lot of prep to do around the brothel, the bar needed to be cleaned, the floors swept, manes combed tails fluffed. Everything had to look as alluring as possible. That was how it was.

Another small blessing of the Madame’s distraction was that I had time to clean my room. I did it hurriedly, draping the covers over the bed properly, tucking them in, picking up knick knacks, everything had to be immaculate. Last night had been a bit more...active than usual, so there was an extra amount of tidying to make everything look immaculate for the next guest.

In my haste, I didn’t even hear the door open.

Focusing on tidying and aligning the bedside table, the dark figure was able to step inside without me noticing. My heart almost exploded as a hoof tapped against my shoulder. I fell to the floor in surprise.

“I’m sorry Madame! I’ll clean faster I-” My pleas died in my throat as I looked up to see Leather standing above me.

“Oh wow, I’m sorry Trick....” She helped me to my hooves, I tried to stop my heart from beating so much, taking deep calming breaths. It gave me an excuse to look over Leather once or...thrice. She was a shapely chocolate brown mare with a snow white mane in poofy curls around her head.

“Luna’s moon-shattering orgasms, Leather! You scared me half to death!”

She looked sheepish for a moment. “I’m sorry, I just...I wanted to ask if you’re okay?”

I tilted my head. “Okay?”

She nodded. “Yeah, you had one of your first really busy nights last night. It can take a toll on a mare.”

I shuddered, but pushed the thought away. “Oh, um...yeah, yeah I’m fine. I’m fine, no worries.” She looked me over for a moment, a bit skeptical. I felt a bead of sweat pour down my forehead.

“Alright, if you say so. But if you need to talk I’m here, ‘kay shug?” She leaned over and gave me a peck on the cheek.

Oh Goddesses, her lips were soft.

“O-okay” I managed. “I will.”

“‘kay, you have a nice night sugar.” she sauntered out of my room, back arched, hips swaying, and by Princess Celestia’s gilded nipples so very alluring.

I knew that it was custom, where Leather came from to share a kiss between friends. But I was afraid it might just do me in one of these days. I sighed to myself as my door closed and clenched my hind legs shut in an effort to get my lady parts to stop tingling. Nopony could know.

I didn’t exactly like stallions all that much.

Sure there were some mares who swung both ways, particularly for the Madame, as she had a certain addictive quality about her, but I was fairly certain my barn door was swung in one direction, then nailed and welded there. I didn’t want to think about what might happen if the Madame found out. I’d only barely managed to hold my own when things had gotten heavy last night. It was mostly luck that things even had. It must have been my freckles or my swaying hips. I walked into the parlor and got mobbed...then spent the night ‘doing my job’.

I shuddered.

“I’d much rather work on Leather. GAH! Bad brain!”

I shook myself of those thoughts and finished cleaning my room. The front doors would open soon for the tired graveyard-shift customers. I could hear the others walking around; polishing, dusting, shining, primping, the lot of it. With a sigh I walked over to my closet. The outfit hung there as it always did, despite last night's less than clean activities, cleaned and pressed. It was a deep red and black number, with lacy frills around the fore and rear hooves, particularly around the rear. Thin, almost nonexistant stockings hung from each leg hole, they’d hug me tightly, I knew that. A large red feather completed the ensemble.

This wasn’t the outfit a respectable mare wore.

Good thing I’d never really been one of those.

This was the kind of outfit you turned tricks in.

Appropriate.

I dressed quickly, the lace tickled me in places I knew the stallions would enjoy as the smooth garment slid over my body, caressing along my curvaceous flanks, squeezing them slightly.

I checked all the straps and zippers, looking at myself in the mirror, as I walked over to apply my makeup. The skintight fabric made my rump stick out, accentuating the supple curve of my flesh in ways that may as well have been magic. It held what little belly I could claim in check. tapered waist, flared hips and a movement to accentuate that. The Madame insisted on this.

I applied my makeup with deft hooves. A nice bit of liner around my eyes, not too much, but just enough to make you look, want to see those bedroom eyes with thick, lustrous lashes.

I made final preparations before stepping out of my room and down the noisy hallway, down the steps...past the ‘Special’ rooms. Sweet Kiss still hadn’t reappeared, though the moaning had stopped a little while ago.

I wondered how hard the Madame had been on her. Still, no time to worry about the poor mare. The Madame always returned with her pick intact...if exhausted. I had been lucky to not be taken by the Madame just yet, although I knew my luck would run out sooner or later

I came to the front of the house and every scrap of clothing was done up in a deep, sinful scarlet mixed with onyx black with highlights of bone white or shining chrome as buckles or buttons. Through the windows I could see the streets of Manehatten, and hear ponies trotting about. Mares were making final preparations. It was almost time to open. I braced myself.

“Alright girls!” said Fishnets. Addressing us all, she usually took charge when the Madame was busy. “Let’s make tonight a good night, I want your most sensual sways, your most lecherous looks, I want magnificent manes and tantalizing tails, bring your most alluring attitude, or stay in your room. Got it!?”

“Got it!” we all said automatically. Tension and anticipation was building as we assumed our positions to look like we were casually spread around.

“Then lets go ladies!” She barked, nodding to the pony at the door to open the wooden barriers.

The doors opened, and business began. Most of the customers were obviously male; stallions that were single or those that betrayed their marefriend’s trust. It didn’t matter to the Madame. It was a “don’t ask, don’t tell” policy we upheld.

Cocktail Dress stood behind the bar in her usual bartenders garb, it was an outfit for a stallion, but according to the Madame some stallions liked that kind of thing. I could see why, she made it look adorable as she mixed up various drinks with her magic, orange hooves skillfully handling other things.

Stallions always came to her first, if they were drunk they weren’t very careful with their bits, and that’s how we liked it. The sound of the mixers shaking and glasses clinking a constant background hum to the activity.

They flooded into the doors, hell, there’d been a queue around the block to get in. From the outside it looked like a simple restaurant. Madame Marelevolent’s ensured that her brothel was the first place to think about when there was even a tinge of desires going unfulfilled.There wasn’t even a sign out front, it was a local secret. A local secret that got around.

A lot.

My nostrils flared, I could smell them, the stallions coming in, most of them were already excited, a sea of lingering gazes and wandering hooves.

We always started the shift as waitresses. Each of was done up in the garbs of our namesakes. Leather walked around in an outfit made of genuine manticore hide, there was something taboo about it, something sensual, a cat-o-nine-tails was strapped to her back, in easy reach, its thick tassels drifted down her sides, shifting with her generous hips.

She had nothing on Lace however, no one had anything on Lace. That mare had the plump hips that could make a loyal palace guard give up his post and follow like a puppy dog. She knew how to work it too as she swayed between the tables, the most pristine, white lace covering her torso and delicately covering most of her rump.

Most of it anyway. What mattered at least.

.

When I’d started, I’d thought it was weird. I mean the lot of us usually just walked around stark naked. It’s how most of the mares in the city seemed to. How would putting on more layers make us sexier?

Goddess, now it almost seemed like a stupid question.

“Hey Trick, why don’t you take tables four and seven?” asked a voice. I turned to see Honeysuckle peeking out of the restaurant kitchen. She was one of the few mares who didn’t have to walk the floors every night. Though on occasion she was requested by a client. Probably do to her voice alone, it was smooth, soft, and deliciously nice to hear and she had calmly stated she had finished a stallion off once with nothing but her words. It was almost like the Madame’s own. But no one requested the Madame. The Madame requested ponies. Although her requests were more demands that no one dared refuse.

I nodded and walked out into the beehive that was the restaurant front. All of the girls were walking around, charming customers and taking orders. Some were already heading up to their rooms with males of various sizes. Damn they worked fast.

I sashayed my way up to table seven, lidding my eyes as I leaned forwards to take their orders. Two bucks sat at the table, a scrawny red coated one in a bowler and a pinstriped suit, he had his hoof around a younger buck, who wore a similar get up, he looked nervous.

“My friend here’ll have a grilled vegetable medley, and I’ll take the fried oatcakes, got all that sweetheart?”

My coat bristled a bit at being called sweetheart, but I let it pass, turning the frown that threatened to cloud my face into a slow smile.

“Of course, big boy,” I replied.

“Wonderful, and uh.” he licked his lips, he was almost drooling. “What’s for dessert?” I suppressed a shudder.

My body was on autopilot, I leaned forwards, letting my perfume wash over him. “Anything you want, stud.” I pecked his cheek.

He tasted like cigarette ash. Disgusting

“Back in a minute, don’t you two go anywhere now.” I let out a girlish chuckle and turned,

swinging my ass into my stride way more than was necessary to get from point A to point B. “Must be alluring as possible”

Tail up two inches at dock, arc and sway, I could feel their gazes, the two sets of eyes together very nearly burned a hole in it.

As I walked by to the kitchen a woozy mare stumbled into my field of vision. My eyes widened, it was Sweet Kiss, she looked pale and disoriented, her hind legs we spaced apart oddly, she almost waddled. I don’t think I’d ever seen a mare directly after her time with the Madame. Most were either too exhausted, or too polite to wander out so soon.

“Sweet Kiss!” I trotted over to help support her on my flank, she was breathing heavily. “Y-you should be in bed!”

She shook her head. She was already done up in her usual outfit, a red satin dress which covered her whole lower half, but clung so tight it might’ve been better off not bothering.

“Must...redeem myself...she said...she was disappointed.” The poor mare looked as if the very idea broke her heart.

I patted her mane, trying to calm her down. “It’s alright, I’m sure she doesn’t expect you to do this, she never makes the girls go out on the floor after choosing them. Where is she anyway?”

“Heard...a news report on the TV...something about diamonds, she left though the window...” Sweet Kiss breathed. Wow she really was exhausted.

“Diamonds...” I mumbled. In that case it was gonna be an interesting night, but first things first. “Come on, you’re not going out tonight.” I more or less hoisted her onto my back. Being an earth pony had its pluses too, strength was one of them.

“Bu-”

“No buts, come on.” I gestured my orders to Honeysuckle who nodded, then headed back up the stairs with Sweet Kiss in tow. She smelled like the Madame, of expensive perfumes and a slight feminine odor. I felt a bit woozy it entered my nose, it was almost like a drug...Not to say it was unpleasant.

I reached the top of the stairs with some effort, Sweet Kiss’s room was the door closest to the stairs, I pressed my forehead against it, all the doors in the place opened inwards for easy earthpony access, but all I managed to do was knock my head against the expensive wood. It was locked.

“Sweet Kiss?” I asked, shaking her on my back a bit to get her attention. “Where’s the key?”

She murmured something I could work out before becoming coherent enough to answer. “Dropped it...somewhere...”

“Brilliant.” I mumbled. “Fine, you can rest in my room I guess.” I lumbered over to my door under her weight, pushing it open with my head, with a much better result. The room was still immaculate as I had left it.

I thought quickly and walked to the cabinet in the left corner of the room, a few extra blankets were folded neatly at the bottom. I grabbed them between my teeth, thankful they were clean and walked into the bathroom. With a quick movement I laid them down over the hard porcelain to make a makeshift bed. I felt a bit bad about not giving her the bed, but unless I wanted to be subjected to the Madame’s whims I’d need it tonight.

I also tried not to focus on how delightfully soft she felt on my back. Her slow breathing contrasted against my own quicker paced breaths. I gently lowered her into the blanketed tub, she looked sleepily up at me, like a filly just tucked in, except for the hooker’s dress anyway.

“T-thanks Trick...you’re always so nice...” She murmured, eyes unfocused upon anything she could see from inside my bathtub.

I felt my cheeks heat up a bit. “Oh, it’s no trouble...I mean I couldn’t have you passing out on the restaurant floor, that wouldn’t be good for business.” I chuckled.

“Still...it was nice...” she leaned up and pecked my cheek. Damnit, why did they all have to do that of all things!?

“Uh...you’re welcome.” I wasn’t sure what to do for a moment.

“You should...get back down stairs. Don’t wanna...neglect, the customers...”

My eyes widened, oh shit! She was right, I had two delightful customers awaiting downstairs. I turned to dash back onto the restaurant floor before I paused and looked back at her. “Um...are you gonna be alright?”

She was already snoring soundly. The Madame had that effect on her...choices.

I shrugged and dashed back downstairs, well it was less of a dash and more of a speedy trot, damnit these outfits weren’t made for running. I arrived back just in time to see Lace giving my customers their order, she turned to me and gave me a wink.

I loved that mare sometimes. Maybe sometime soon physically, with lots of tong- “Gah!” Sweet Kiss’s name was appropriate, it had put me in the exact wrong mood. I shook those thoughts away, tantalizing though they were, and resisted the urge to watch Lace walk away, though it was one of my favorite views of her. I smiled to the two at the table.

“Sorry about that, slight distraction, but I’m back now. Would either of you studs like a drink?”

The older one’s gaze stayed firmly on my haunches. “Nah, we’re fine for now, why don’t you just walk away real slow, sweetie, and come back in about twenty minutes when we’re done eating?”

My smile didn’t falter an inch. “Of course.”

I turned and slowly, oh so slowly, walked away from them, my rear in full pendulum mode. I was quite lucky neither of them had noticed my absence, and it seemed they were interested. Good for my confidence, but a mixed blessing. On one hoof, if it kept up I might not be the next Sweet Kiss, on the other...uhg. Why couldn’t this be a brothel for mares? I could dig that. Dig that a lot. Maybe with a food theme. Mares covered in dripping warm gobs of honey or chocolate that slowly trickle down their bodies an-

“GODDESS DAMN IT!“

I clenched my back legs together a bit more as I looked to table one, it looked like Lace had also taken care of them, she chatted with them conversationally as they ate, giggling at all their jokes in a way that made her curves jiggle. No wonder she was always on top on them.

I made my way back to the kitchen, if any new clients came in I could see them without them seeing me, get myself ready, meet them with a smile and a sway. “As alluring as possible.”

Another couple of stallions walked in, there seemed to be a pretty steady turnaround of them, they got swept up by Fishnets and Leather, but a third stallion, a unicorn, wandered in behind them and I pounced. Lidding my eyes I walked over to greet him at the door.

“Hey there big boy, here to indulge?” It was a simple code. Indulge didn’t mean in the food.

“Why yes, I think I’ll sample your wares,” he chuckled. The right answer.

I nodded. “Well right this way then sir.” I turned, making sure to run my tail along his cheek as I did. Touch was important to seal the deal. I felt him stiffen, a bit more of a reaction than I expected but that was a good thing. I made sure to flick under his chin and across his nose, guiding his view to my hips.

I led him to a table near the back, giving a look to the other waitresses, some of them liked to poach, but I was already behind thanks to the Sweet Kiss incident, I wasn’t going to fall further back, that look was a warning.

“So, what would you like to taste?” I said, drawing out my words, voice a few steps lower, changing to a husky, faux-interested whisper. Huh, he actually seemed nervous. “Oh, um...well, what do you recommend?”

That actually managed to make me blink. They never asked for recommendations. I quickly regained my balance though, appearing to think for a moment.

“Well, the sauteed mushroom and leek soup is very good.” I nodded. It really was.

“I’ll have that then.” he seemed unsure what to do with himself, so I took the menu and poked my head inside the kitchen. Honeysuckle was just inside the door, and she nodded with the order I told her. Behind me the radio had some special bulletin about a fight going on downtown at the local jewelry bank. I tuned it out. I needed to get back onto the floor.

I got a couple more bites from prospective customers who I seductively led to their tables, but the two who had come in first finished their dinner before any of my other clients. The stallion with the mushroom soup got up at about the same time, they both looked at me expectantly.

I turned, the mushroom buck also looked at me, but first come first served.

“Are you two finished?”

The older one chuckled, the younger sharing in his laughter for a moment. “Oh no sweetheart, we’re just getting started. You take the kid, if you don’t mind I have someone else who’s caught my eye for some...company.”

Lace appeared at his side, she rubbed her side against him and slipped under his chin before trotting upstares at a bouncing skip of a pace. She passed me a knowing wink, and I had the idea she was taking the bullet for me.

I swear he actually growled like a wolf before chasing her. I turned after the smoke trail from the half-lit cigar in his mouth vanished to look at my little stallion. I let my smile curl up a bit more, lidding my eyes. He was almost trembling in the seat as my attention turned to look at him. Oh how cute. This might be his first time, might as well make it worth his while.

“Well, looks like it’s just you and me, tiger.” I purred seductively enough to see the hair of the back of his neck stand straight up. ”Come and get your dessert.”

Goddesses that line was cheesy, but it seemed to work. He grinned, and as my eyes wandered low on his body I could see his sheath swelling. Some of him was already peaking out. I had the feeling he was gonna be quick, hell I’d better get him upstairs before he made a mess in the restaurant.

I led him up the stairs, staying close, one plus of having upstairs bedrooms, climbing them made one’s flank sway oh so appealingly. Damn, I could smell him pretty strongly already, a sultry glance over my shoulder gave me the opportunity to give him a look. His member was already hanging almost fully out of its sheath, I was slightly worried he was gonna hit it on the stairs.

I picked up the pace a little, leading him down the hall and into my room, Sweet Kiss was sleeping in the bathtub still, but I had the feeling no stallion who came up here was gonna get high marks for perception.

I held the door open and let him walk in first, then I crept up behind him, letting my fank brush against him as I curled with a practiced, almost feline grace around his front, the curls of my main brushing under his nose. I leaned up to his ear.

“Sit on the bed, honey.” I gave it a little nip.

Judging from the pre dripping onto the floor he liked that.

He could obey me fast enough, he sat on the bed, almost panting. Geeze, the kid looked young, but he couldn’t be much younger than me, must have been a virgin. Ah well, time to fix that.

I let out a breath through my nose before turning around with a little shake. A practice flick of my hooves loosed the straps around my body, Madame had made sure I could slip in and out of this outfit easily. With it loose, the show began.

I stood on my hind legs, a trick I had learned in my first few days here, and gyrated my hips, slowly sensually, the garment coming down by gravity alone at a slow, sliding pace, almost like it was melting off of me. I gyrated in a circle on my hinds, my back and the line of my spine becoming tantalizingly revealed.

Nakedness was so much more exciting after being covered.

I looked back at him over my shoulder, arching and swaying them, a slow dance, watching myself in the mirror in the corner I had to admit I was pretty hot.

He apparently thought so too, the poor stallion was spellbound as my clothes sunk down to my hips. They’d need help now.

My hips weren’t as wide as Lace’s, but I had a respectable rump, wide enough to be noticed, and certainly wide enough for my stockings and bottoms to hug tightly. I brought my hooves up and ran them along the sides of my stomach, making a low, almost moaning sound as I touched myself. Then I braced them against my thin garments, and slowly swayed my rear free, my cheeks bouncing as they came into the cool air, the garment floated to the ground, soft as a feather. Then I turned to him, hugging my sides and peeking at him over my shoulder.

He made a needy sound. Time to stop teasing.

I got down onto all fours and stalked over to him, bedroom eyes at full capacity. He squirmed on the bed, obviously trying not to touch himself, his cock throbbing and bouncing against his chest like a jumping bean.

I might not like penis’s much, but he had a respectable one. The kid was trying to stay cool, but I had other things to do, other clients to please, I knew what he needed. I nestled myself between his legs, looking at his cock for a moment as it throbbed above me, I could feel the heat coming off of it.

I fondled his balls with a hoof, and let my tongue slide out of my mouth, another plus about earth ponies many other types don’t know. We have very long, very dexterous tongues. His taste was almost too much for me, girls tasted better, but I let my hot wet length of tongue slurp up the bottom of his shaft, and wrap briefly around the flared head. He practically screamed. Drops of saliva dripped off my wrapping tongue all around his shaft. The dexterous tip teased the tip with a little squeeze, urging another burst of pre and a corresponding tremble.

After that I knew it was pretty much over for the kid. I looked up at him, my nose almost touching his length, my breath washing over it.

“Now, if I put you in me, will you last more than five seconds?”

He shook his head. Goddess, he was putty in my hooves.

“Do you want to finish right now? I’ll make it special and tell your friend we did it.” If he’d nodded any harder his head would’ve fallen off. I took the head of his cock into my mouth, and let my tongue slurp out to wrap around the shaft.

Warm, saltiness filled my cheeks. “Celestia’s burning clitoris!” Just how long had this kid been pent up? Still, I swallowed. I always hated that part, but apparently guys liked it. Weirdos.

I let his cock out of my mouth with a pop, smacking as though I liked his taste. “Yum,” I

said, l licking my lips. I thought I’d gotten it all, but I blinked as another spurt hit my face, ugh, he got it in my mane. I just brushed that.

“S-sorry...” He muttered, shaking in the afterglow.

“It’s alright,” I started, about to finish with something sexy, but he fell asleep. Literally, just fell over and bam, no more consciousness.

He snored.

“Ugh...bucking virgins” I rolled my eyes. Ah well, he couldn’t stay in here.

I grabbed him by the scruff of the neck with my teeth being as gentle as possible. He kinda thumped a bit on the hardwood, but hey, I didn’t think he’d wake up for a while. I once again thanked earthpony streagth and dragged him out into the hallway. With a quick buck onto my back I took him down the stairs and put him in a chair. He flopped as I carried him on my back, completely unresponsive to the movements of his body.

Someone in the restaurant made a whooping sound. I sighed, turning away from him, only to find the mushroom soup stallion standing behind me, he looked wide eyed at the stallion in the chair.

“Uhhh....” his mouth hung open. “Hey, might as well use this to my advantage.”

“I think I broke him. You next, tiger?” I winked at him.

He stiffened. “Oh! Uh...Yes, I suppose I am...”

I nodded, leaning forwards to kiss his cheek. “Then follow me.”

Judging from how much he liked it last time, I walked forwards and let my tail curl around his neck and drag him forwards. I felt him gulp. This position gave him and up close and personal view of my ass as it swayed up the steps, he could he reached out and touched it. But ah well, he would soon enough.

We walked into the hallway and towards my room, I stopped at the door, he seemed polite, so he was probably the chivalrous type. I looked at him over my shoulder and let my tail release him, running it under his chin and lifting it up a little

“Aren’t you going to open the door for a lady?” I teased. He was blushing like a beet, but I was surprised to find his little friend wasn’t peeking out to play just yet.

“O-oh yes, of course,” he opened the door, and I moved to walk in when I heard a loud shriek from the room next door. Lace!

“Damn it.” I looked at him and it seemed we had the same idea at about the same time, I raced down the hall with him in tow to Lace’s room. I bucked the door with one good kick, it swung open easily, though the lock was slightly damaged. I turned to see the stallion in the bowler from earlier holding up a raygun of some kind.

I hated this town sometimes.

He took off his bowler to reveal a pair of horns, and cackled, a legitimate, deep, cackle. “I’ve found the home of Ms.Marelevolent, and her little pets...” he said the word the way I might say cockroach. “...now she will pay for beating me to the crystal ball of Anicktu! That museum was mine to heist from, and now, I, the Devil in the Details, have all of you to do with as I wish! And I think I’ll liquidate some assets...”

The stallion behind me stuttered in shock, everything seemed to go in slow motion, I could see the raygun floating in the air, the magical light around the trigger got brighter as it depressed.

And that’s when the car flew through the roof.