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The Dark Angel's Brothel	By : Faesy Category: M through R > Phantom of the Opera Views: 9470 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Phantom of the Opera, Gaston Leroux does, and I do not make any money from creating this purely ficitonal piece of work.

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Elise walked quickly, smiling at clients she passed in the corridor before slipping down the stairs and through the locked door towards Erik’s study. He hadn’t been in the foyer mingling with clients, nor had he been supervising any of the Girls so he must be in his study. Knocking on the door she called to him, her anger already present in her voice.
“Erik, Master! I need to see you to discuss something. Erik!” She heard no response or reaction from the other side of the door, though this was not unusual since Erik had retained the skill of moving in complete silence. “Erik, I know you are there, open up!” Daring to disrespect him was a bold move since she knew the consequences however if anything was to draw him out it would be disrespect. Still no answer. Elise was one of the few who knew of a private entrance, through her own mirror in her room. Information she had stumbled upon but had withheld from others. Quickly trotting away to her private room she locked the door to any who might visit her and strode to her mirror.
“You there? Are you sitting behind there watching me? Speak!” Still the silence mocked her, she ran her fingers to the switch behind the frame and watched the glass swing open. The cold breeze raised goose bumps on her skin, She took a dressing gown from her ample wardrobe and stepped through, closing the mirror behind her and walking quickly through the dark tunnels toward his private room. By now she was sure he would know of her presence inside his walls. He frowned on the Girls approaching him without asking permission or at least advising him they were to drop in. He would frown even more on Elise using this secret tunnel without his presence. It was sure to get his attention.

After a few short minutes of navigating the darkness she came upon the entrance to his private room, walking past the door she stepped into the warm room and let her eyes adjust to the brightness. As her eyes let the light in slowly she saw his shadow asleep on the bed, walking forward her foot kicked a small case. Elise bent down and picked up the ornate case, flicking open the clasp she saw a pipe and little black pills in a bag next to it. Immediately she knew that Erik was upset and had resorted to smoking his drug of choice; opium. Putting the case on the table gently she turned to the shadow on the bed moving closer she pulled back the curtain to find Erik, his arm around a pillow, a moving breathing pillow. Elise held her breath, her hands curling into fists, she must discover the identity of this unique lover. The only one who had been honoured most high. Moving around the bed she held onto the knowledge that Erik was under the influence of opium and so his usual keen senses and quick waking were dampened considerably. Still, no need to make excess noise, she crept as silently as she could to look at the face of this special girl.
“Opium.” The irony was not lost on Elise who looked again at the case on the table and shook her head. How many times she had longed to share his bed, with his warmth surrounding her, to see him vulnerable and quiet like a child, his breath deep and peaceful without any thoughts occupying his mind. She had asked so many times, begged to be allowed to remain in his bed after their couplings but every time he gave her a tired smile and shooed her off to sleep alone in her room.

Every time.

What made this new girl so different? Hadn’t Elise done everything he ever asked and more! She could have left the meagre tasks of laundering his shirts to another girl but she took pride that he trusted them to her, she had only ever lived her life in His Brothel to serve him and make him happy and this was how he repaid her? With betrayal! Unbelievable! Elise took a deep breath, releasing it slowly and turned her head away from the lovers, gathered herself up and left the room, her sleeping angel and that manipulating bitch that stole Erik from her and even took advantage of him while he was drugged. Storming away back through the dark tunnels she hugged her dressing gown to herself and let angry tears of rage stream down her face. She shut the mirror and drew the curtains across it so even the prying eyes of Erik couldn’t reach her when he awoke. He wouldn’t know what she had seen, but it would stay with her always. Opium must go, vengeance must be had and Opium must be eliminated.

Erik stirred hours later, his mouth dry like carpet and his head aching. Laying totally still while his body woke up he looked to the crook of his arm to see an angel curled up against him, one soft leg hooked around his and a matching arm across his stomach. So, he’d finally done it, he’d finally slept with a girl after love making, but this wasn’t just any girl, this was Her. His mind made a dry comment at the irony of his situation. Under his opium haze he had promised himself to Opium by allowing her to sleep with him, to see him at his most vulnerable, though he doubted she had awoken from her slumber to view him. Opium hadn’t been around long enough to appreciate this golden rule that he had kept religiously, for want of a better word. So she wouldn’t see this as important but to the other girls this would be practically insulting, that he chose her over them. It was this situation he had wanted to avoid to begin with, thankfully no one saw, so this could be fixed by swearing the young girl to secrecy. He moved, ever so slightly but enough to rouse the girl who stretched and wrapped herself around him.
“Good morning Sir, well it’s probably not morning but that’s ok.” She rambled as sleep left her and she brightened.
“Good morning Opium, I think it’s time you go back to your room now don’t you? It would be prudent for you not to tell any of the other girls that you slept in my bed, understand?” Hearing the different tone in his voice Opium nodded and sat up, swinging her legs to the side to find something to wear. Her forehead creased slightly, so she wasn’t special at all, it was just a mistake. Sensing her disappointment Erik felt the protective side of him reach out to comfort her
“It isn’t how you think my dear, any action I do is planned, I wanted you to stay here with me last night. Although, you caught me in the middle of some private activities.” Scanning the room he pointed out the case which housed his pipe he chose his words carefully, “I was in another state of being last night, which only reinforced my pleasure at your company. However, should my other Girls find out there will be many disagreements, at the moment my home is peaceful without brawls or gossip, and I’d like it to stay that way. Alright pet?” She nodded, feeling reassured by his kind words and slipping her stockings back on complete with the lingerie she was wearing before she lost herself to Erik. “Now off you go, I want you with your first client tonight, Elise will take you for an introductive learning experience. I will collect your clothes from the tailor and hang them in the dorm, they are for your first client.” He cupped her chin and kissed her, a lingering selfless kiss Opium found herself pressing against him, already he ignited her passionate fire but it was late and Erik had a business to run. They had both missed breakfast and lunch was optional as far as attendance was concerned.

Erik lead Opium through the main door of the study and closed the door with a quiet click behind her, sinking back into his armchair he ran his hands through his hair and sighed. Where ever he went there was bound to be some drama happening. He looked at his pipe and sighed again, his vice, he always crawled back to it in the end, no longer an addiction but a way of life. It had been many months since he had used it, with his Girls living harmoniously as they did there was no reason to use it but as he faced the thought of the upcoming loss of Elise he felt his throat close and a hot flush rise to his face. Since when had he become so emotional? She was just a worker, just girl who sold herself for monies and happened to give him a bit on the side. He used to have much better self-control. Why, back in the days of ghosting around in the opera he didn’t let trivial things such as emotion drive him. Well, none of the positive ones, until Christine. When he thought of her soft hair, her supple body and that all-consuming voice his resolve crumbled and he reached for the pipe again, perhaps just a little would help take the edge off telling Elise that she was to leave what had become her home. He found he had affection for all his Girls, perhaps Elise most because she reminded him of Christine, at least in her looks but Opium simply took over his mind and flooded them with a fondness that welled from his heart. It was to happen, Elise was to leave them and Erik simply couldn’t face it without a tiny puff of his pipe. As the drug ran through his body he felt the stress and anxiety be pushed to the back of his mind, perhaps a piece of toast and a strong coffee, then a word with Elise would be best. Yes, for the best. Rising up he went to his bath, his room smelt of sex and passion, he smelt much the same with the sour edge of sweat. Running the taps together he stretched and sunk into the hot water, feeling its warmth penetrate his muscles and relax them, letting his drug put him into a state of ultimate relaxation. His thoughts flicked back to just a few days prior, when he sat in his bathtub drowsy and barely awake when the soft feminine foot steps of creeping girls roused his attention, how they played their games with him. He let himself sink into the hot water, dousing his head and exhaling. Slowly he resurfaced, leaning back on the warmed porcelain and rested his head on the side tilted back. His Girls, they never were far from his mind, his beautiful Girls who adored him so much. He felt his loins stir, awakening at the thought of Candy and Helen ambushing him, letting a hand sink below the bubbles he stroked himself gently imagining Candy’s sweet pigtails bouncing around as she rode him, Helen’s voluptuous breasts swaying as she moved with him. He took a deep breath before submersing himself again, rapidly moving his hand, enjoying the feeling of his lungs that started to burn. Thirty seconds passed, thirty more and he was close to his climax, his lungs crying out for oxygen which Erik ignored completely. Finally, as he reached the pinnacle of pleasure and expelled his seed into the water he surfaced and gulped hasty breaths down and smiled. Draining the bath he washed himself with clean water and climbed out, wrapping himself in a towel and vigorously drying his hair.
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