by Louisa Neil
The concept appalled and frightened her. This horrible, dirty old man was telling her mother to sell her three holes to the highest bidder. He’d spit on the basement floor and added, “I’d be willing to oversee the activities to make sure they only used the hole they paid for.”
Bettina had wanted to scream and beg Phoebe not to let him see her again under any circumstance, but she held back, knowing if she did make her fear known, her mother would use it against her at a later date.
Afterward, she’d been summoned to her mother’s office. She stood before her and waited for what would come next. Deep inside, she knew one day she’d be called upon to let a strange man put his baby maker inside her. She shivered, thinking how sore she felt now after the doctor’s examination. How would she feel if a man pushed his thing inside her? And apparently, there were three ways a man could use a woman. After the doctor’s fingers probing her, she didn’t let herself wonder if some man would want to use her that way, too. It had been a shock to think she was automatically supposed to let some man put his penis in her mouth, too.
“Stand straight, Bettina. As my daughter, you have a lot to live up to. But that will be later. For now, you’re to never leave the basement under any circumstances during business hours.” Her mother had sat back, looking at her from head to toe, her hands folded on the desktop. “When the time is right, we’ll use your…status. Until then, you are not to touch yourself in any way, do you understand?”
“Yes, ma’am.” She stared at the floor, afraid to meet her mother’s look.
“You will not, under any circumstances, have any contact with any man or boy. Do you understand me? You’re not to leave this house under any circumstances without my permission. You’re no good to me once you lose your virginity. Do you understand, Bettina?”
“Yes ma’am.”
“How old are you?”
“I’m twenty-one, ma’am. I’ll be twenty-two at the New Year.”
“Good, now go back to work. Don’t let anyone but the staff ever catch sight of you. If I ever find out you’ve been touched by anyone, male or female until I choose, you’ll be worthless to me and I’ll turn you out on the street, penniless.”
Bettina had swallowed hard at the idea of being penniless and having to live in the adult poorhouse. She’d heard stories about them when she was in the children’s workhouse. It seemed to her a better alternative was to let her mother guide her future instead of being raped at the poorhouse. With a sigh, she accepted her fate. Apparently, men paid much more for a virgin than they did for any of the other women. But she also understood, once her mother sold her she’d never have the same value again. She’d become one of the girls in the parlor, waiting in their undies for a man to choose them for their depraved acts.
Bettina decided early on to accept her banishment to the basement. The idea came to her that if she was to escape the confines of the house she might choose a man to take her virgin hood instead of letting Phoebe sell her. She accepted that Phoebe would treat her worse if that happened. The one thing Bettina knew was not to cross Phoebe’s wrath. With a bit of time, she slowly made friends with the other women who worked there. She hoped that if her mother didn’t see her, she’d forget about her.
For a while, she listened to the women talk about the things men paid to do with them. They used different words than she was used to, but soon began learning the slang terms. After a while, she decided she wanted to know for herself what would be done to her. After much careful and quiet exploring, she found if she used the back staircase and skipped stepping on the seventh step, she could come and go from the basement to the second and third floors without being caught.
Those times, she would hide in different places and watch what happened in the private rooms. At first, she was horrified at the concept she might have to take a man’s penis into her mouth. She watched how different women did it different ways. Then she’d watched when the men would fuck the girls. Usually, they just dropped their pants and pushed their penis into the girls. Sometimes they would pinch and twist their breasts. It didn’t take long to realize the women were acting, that there was no pleasure for them. Putting on a show for the men who paid for their bodies was required.
Eventually, the idea of sex became less daunting. One night, she watched from a crack in the linen closet as a man took one of the women in a whole different way. Entering the room, he was rude and nasty. He ripped off her dressing gown and tossed the girl on the bed. He forced his cock into her mouth and, from Bettina’s perspective, was hurting the woman’s breasts. Then he did the unthinkable. He pulled the woman up and forced her to lean over the bed. Bettina had to put her hands over her mouth to hold back her surprise when he forced his large cock into the woman’s other hole. She couldn’t believe it would actually fit.
Their conversation didn’t matter. She was enthralled with the actual act. That a woman’s body could stretch to take his big cock. When the man finished, he made the woman stand with her back to him. Even in the low light, she could see the man’s seed dripping from her back hole. Then he took his fingers and pushed them back inside her. The woman didn’t struggle. She seemed to soothe the man by telling him how good he made her feel.
Bettina understood it was what the gross old man wanted to hear. What she couldn’t fathom was him forcing her to bend forward and grasp the tabletop. When she thought he’d put his cock back in her, he pushed his fingers deeper. She figured three of his stubby fingers would feel like his cock had, but then to her complete disbelief, he pushed another and finally his thumb in her anus. She stood mute and frozen in place as the man used his fist to fuck the woman’s anus. Over and over he pushed his fist in her body, drawing outward and pushing it back in. She’d known Betsy had the finest room and clothing, now she knew why!
After that night, she stayed away from peeking at the women for a while. When she’d come to terms with what she’d seen, she went back to studying the customers with the women. Some women specialized in other things. A few of them would let the customer spank their behinds until they were red. One woman let the man use a leather strap against her skin. Both times, the men had spurted their seed without entering the women. She noted that those women always made better tips, too. When the man was finished, he would right his clothing and drop money onto the bureau. The women who let the men fuck their asses and spank them made much more money. It gave her pause many times, debating just how far she’d let a man go to make enough money to take her away from there. She decided a man’s fist up her butt was going too far. She’d found her limit.
Sometimes she daydreamed of being a real lady, a wife and mother like the one’s she’d occasionally worked for when she was younger. They were families, something she’d never had. The parents could be stern at times, and punished the children when warranted. But she watched them smile and laugh together other times. As a baby nanny, it was her job to keep the babies clean and quiet when the wet nurses weren’t in service. It never dawned on her to ask how the nurse gave milk, or why the mother didn’t feel her own babies.
None of it mattered. If she was polite and the babies in her care happy, the families were kind to her, too. Sometimes she dreamed she actually belonged with the family as one of them. Quickly, she would be reminded she was overstepping her position. While disappointing, Bettina knew she was still better off than if she was sent back to the children’s workhouse. She learned to keep her place quickly.
Only a few months into her time with Phoebe, she became desensitized to the acts she viewed at the Gentlemen’s Club. In reality, none of them seemed so immoral now. Instead, she came to the realization that what she once thought was obscene was truly ordinary. The main concept she came to accept was it all depended on who you were and who you were with. If you were of like minds, nothing was taboo.
A short time after her major revelation about sex she caught her first sight of a beautiful man. He was the prettiest thing she’d ever seen. He was clean and well dressed.
He smiled often, especially when dealing with her mother. He was led directly to a private room, one her mother kept empty for special clients. It took some doing, but Bettina managed to hide in the closet that backed the room. From there she could see a long, thin sliver of the room. It wasn’t ideal, but it was the best she could do to spy on the occupants of the space.
His name was Stewart, she learned from hearing her mother call him by it several times. At first she thought her mother was actually going to take care of this client. And to a point she did. Bettina watched through the crevice as her mother slowly untied the bodice of her gown and let it drop off her shoulders. Her breasts were huge compared to Bettina’s small bumps, but they hung low toward her waist without her corset to hold them upright. She noted her mother’s nipples weren’t like hers. They were short stubs instead of bloomed fruit as she’d come to understand. She watched as her mother palmed and pinched her own skin. She strained to hear their conversation, but couldn’t. While Stewart watched her mother play with her own breasts, he helped himself to a drink from the sideboard.
Then her mother sat back on the divan and pulled her skirts up over her belly. Spreading her legs wide, Bettina was able to see her whole womanhood. It was covered in a layer of hair, much thicker than her own brown curls. It was odd to be watching her mother with a client, and she decided since she was soon to be a part of the business, there was nothing wrong with learning a few things from the madam in charge.
Phoebe smiled and laughed often with Stewart. She used her own fingers to penetrate her private area, pushing them in and pulling them out. Then she would lick them and put them back in her body. Stewart pulled an armchair to the center of the room and watched her as he enjoyed his drink. When she was expecting this man to enter her mother, something very different happened. There was a light knock on the door. It opened and closed quickly. Then she saw who entered. It was Thaddeus, their stable boy. She’d seen him at a distance a few times but only met him once, the first day she arrived. Phoebe made it clear to both of them they were to have nothing to do with each other in any way. Thad had made that easy. He never seemed to be around when Bettina was alone. Now she knew why. He was another of her mother’s employees, one that had several jobs apparently.
She still couldn’t hear their conversation, only she saw this was something they’d obviously done in the past. Thad moved to the side of the room and stripped off all his clothing. Then he came to stand before Stewart who gave him a cursory inspection. Apparently from his movements Thad was told to turn around several times. Stewart fondled his penis through his pants while he watched him. Then without realizing what she was watching, Stewart stood and let Thad open his pants. Bettina had to hold back a gasp when she saw the size of his manhood. It was huge, long and thick, glistening at the tip. Thad dropped down and licked it clean. He took several long licks of Stewart’s cock before closing his lips around it. She watched his throat muscles move as if he were trying to actually swallow the man’s shaft.
When Stewart tapped his shoulder, he automatically went to stand before Phoebe and placed his hands on the cushion beside her legs. He dropped his upper body until his face was just above her naked lady lips. Stewart pulled something from his jacket pocket, letting it fall open. Bettina saw it was a short leather whip, similar to ones she’d seen used on horses. Oh, how she wished she could understand what they were saying. From her position, she could only hear Phoebe tell Stewart Thad had been a bad boy and needed to be punished.
Stewart raised his arm and quickly brought the leather down across Thad’s porcelain buttocks. She watched him bite back a scream every time the whip bit at his skin.
Her mother fueled Stewart to go faster and harder with the whip. “The boy can take it, Stewart. You know he likes it.” Stewart complied. The process was repeated over and over until Bettina could see how red Thad’s buttocks were. One side of her wanted to burst in and stop the punishment. The other side of her knew not to move, not to make a noise, and to watch intently so if one day she was put in a similar position, she’d know how to act.
She found she was rubbing her own backside with each stroke of the leather to Thad’s. Soon, Stewart, who was holding what seemed to be a normal conversation with her mother, dropped the whip and took a step forward. Thad turned and licked at his cock, sucking it between his lips as he’d done earlier and as she’d seen the other women do. The idea formed in the back of her mind, but she couldn’t believe what she thought. She watched as Thad dropped lower to his knees and began to take more of Stewart’s cock in him mouth.
She could hear Stewart groan with pleasure and her mother nodded approvingly. With a tap to the boy’s shoulder, he stood and assumed the position he’d originally taken, bent over her mother, and braced his weight on the seat beside her. With a step forward, Stewart pushed his penis into Thad’s anus. She watched the young man still, accepting the intrusion. Over and over the man used his wand to push in his body and withdraw. Bettina became enthralled with how Thad reacted, pushing back to meet each of Stewart’s thrusts. He held his hips, his fingers biting into the young man’s red skin, and thrust deeper.
Her mother goaded him on, saying things like “Stewart, go harder and faster—he can take it,” and “Show me just how virile you truly are.” In a short time, Stewart pulled from the boy’s anus and pushed him to the floor. He took a step forward and, with his own hand, pumped his cock until it spurted on her mother’s privates. Immediately, Thad scrambled to kneel between her legs and started to lick her clean. Phoebe continued to fondle her breasts as Thad licked the other man’s cum from her womanhood.
Stewart dressed and poured himself a second drink. When Phoebe finally tapped Thad on the shoulder, he kneeled before her and crawled to the side. They watched as he stood and turned his back to both of them. It seemed he was very careful when pulling his trousers back into place. He used his fingers to push his hair from his face. When he turned around, Bettina couldn’t believe what she heard.
In a loud, clear voice, Thad said, “Thank you, sir.” Then he turned to Phoebe and repeated the words. “Thank you, ma’am.”
“Go now, we’re done with you,” she told him. As Thad slowly headed to the door, Stewart called his name. When he turned back, his hand reached out and caught the coin Stewart tossed him. She’d never seen him smile like that, full and broad. He didn’t skip from the room, but he walked away with a bounce in his step. Bettina wondered if it would be so bad to have a man put his thing back there. But she wouldn’t become a fan of letting strange men take a whip to her skin.
She stilled when her mother sat forward, dropping her skirts back into place. Then she covered her breasts and put her dress to rights. Stewart stood and reached a hand to her, helping her to stand. Bettina watched him count out money and hand it to Phoebe. He folded the leather strap and pushed it in his jacket pocket. Then he gathered his coat and hat and left. Her mother tucked the money in the bodice of her gown and finger-combed her own hair. A moment later, the room was empty.
Bettina stayed squeezed in her hiding spot for a long time, afraid someone would come back. As the night grew long, she made her escape to the basement and her small cot. She didn’t sleep. Instead she let her mind wonder about all the things she’d seen in the last months. It didn’t take a woman with too much of a brain to know her life would soon become similar to the women who worked for her mother. She’d have no say in who touched her and would most likely have to let several men use her each day. As her mind became overwhelmed with the possibilities, she dozed off, hoping somehow, someway that her beautiful Stewart would be the man who paid her mother for her virginity. It might be tolerable to be touched by him as long as he didn’t use the whip on her.
Chapter Two
Bettina began to have conversations with the other staffers. Most wouldn’t talk to her about anything but housework. She knew they knew what went on, but they were too afraid of her mother to talk about any of it. Only Susan, a girl near her a
ge, would talk to her about sex, and only in whispers. When they found themselves alone, Susan would tell her bits and pieces of what life in the Gentlemen’s Club was really like.
“One day I’m going to be one of the parlor girls,” she told Bettina as she ironed another woman’s gown. “Your mother promised when I grew up a bit, she’d let me take my turn. It’s really the only way to make any money.”
“You’d want to do that?” Bettina couldn’t believe that Susan was excited about becoming one of the upstairs women. “What about having the men touch you? Aren’t you afraid?”
“It’s only sex, Bettina. Every woman will eventually have sex. Some submit after marriage. I’d rather get paid to have sex, especially since it won’t be the same man each time.”
“You’re excited about all this?”
“Oh yes.” Susan all but crooned. “I can’t wait to be broken. I hope the man who buys my virginity will be experienced. I want him to teach me everything.” Susan nodded her head, her blonde curls bobbing from under her linen cap. “Of course, that’s why I watch so often. I want to learn how to please a man, that way I’ll get better tips.”
“Tips?” Then Bettina remembered the customers usually left a coin or two on the dresser of each woman’s room when they left.
“Of course, tips. The men pay your mother for the use of her home and her girls. But most men will give the girl a small token, especially if she performed the way he wanted her to.”
