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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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Dinner was a quick affair, the food, delicious as usual but barely tasted by the distracted Opium and consumed within no time at all. Opium felt her excitement grow as the girls began excusing themselves from the table one by one until only Elise was left. She chattered animatedly to Erik who nodded politely but soon even His patience grew weary.
“Elise, darling, you will have to excuse yourself. I have a lot of work to do with Opium tonight and I wish to start now if I have any hope in finishing this task before dawn. Besides, you need to go get ready for your work tonight. You’re fully booked as usual, such a popular girl.” Nodding and hiding her hurt quickly she nodded
“Of course Sir, but may I be permitted to ask what you are to teach her?” He shook his head and gestured to the door, a frown displaying on the unmasked side of his face
“You ought to know better than to question my methods, Elise. Go to your room, you are dismissed.” Paying her no further attention he patted the seat next to him and looked at Opium, a silent summoning. She got up just as silently and perched on the edge of the seat as Elise slunk out, her cheeks burning with humiliation. She was glad the other girls weren’t there to witness that or her standing with them would slide. Padding quietly back to her room she closed her door on the world and threw herself to her bed, face down to muffle the sounds of her frustrated sobs. Even now she could smell Opium’s presence in the room and kicked her bed in a jealous fit.
“It’s not fair, everything was fine before she came along and stole him from me. My Master, my Erik.” Tunnelling beneath the covers she hid beneath them before washing up quickly and dressing upand getting ready for the nights work before her.

Erik cradled Opium’s chin, brushing a stray strand of hair that was making its way across her face.
“Opium dear, in this line of work, you will come across many a thing that might make you uncomfortable. It is your duty to ignore these and do what you need to do to keep the clients happy, so we’ll do a run through of almost everything you will encounter together first. Before I let you loose to paying clients, you’ll service me in everything you might be asked to do. Of course, there are things that may be requested of you that I have not thought about. Then you’ll just have to improvise and make do. I try and match clients to the most appropriate girl, they all have specialities but sometimes the clients are unpredictable and change their mind mid-session. Take Helen for example, although you are all encouraged to play amongst yourselves and love the female form with all its quirks, she is the most talented in this area. Whenever we have female clients I try and match them up with Helen. Whereas there are some who may hold positions of great power out there, in here they want only to be underfoot so Vanessa is the girl for them. She dons her whip and boots and beats them into submission, giving them what they cannot have out there. This is what we do here Opium, we take people to other places, far far away from reality to where they want to be. This is why it all needs to be perfect. So I personally train all my girls, there’s not one who hasn’t met my standards by the end of their trainings and I can’t see you being the first. Come.” He rose from his seat and led her down a set of stairs and through the working girl’s corridor. Pulling her up to his side as he looked into a room through the peephole he allowed her to look through into Helen’s room.

Helen was attending a voluptuous woman who was lying on the bed, her fingers entangled in Helen’s hair. Her head buried firmly between the client’s thighs she was making enthusiastic noises as the client mewed beneath her.
“As you can see, dear Helen is quite a hit with our female clients.” Erik smiled and pulled Opium from the door, across the hall and several doors down to Vanessa’s room.

The dominatrix was dressed in leathers, with slick black boots that rose to above her knees, in her hand she held a long bamboo cane and was flexing it in front of the eyes of a gagged man, bound and bent over what seemed like a table. Slowly walking round him purposely she dragged the tip lightly down his back, talking in a low voice that Opium couldn’t quite hear she watched as he seemed to tense as Vanessa trailed the cane over the man’s pale buttocks. With no further warning she brought the cane back and struck him, his flesh coming out in a long red stripe and the man howling into the gag. A flurry of blows came down on the man, his legs bent and exposing his genitals, Opium looked in closer and saw that his genitals were bound with a thin cord and bulging, those already striped with red from the girl’s cane. She winced for him as Erik took her from the door and into his own door at the end of the hall marked “Manager”. He locked the door behind them, sliding the bolt in and indicated to a side room which housed a large bed and little more. Pointing to the floor he sat on the end of the bed and bade her kneel between his feet.
“Opium, in this line of work you have to be prepared to do whatever is asked of you.”
“Obedience, Master.” He smiled down at her
“Yes Opium, total obedience. I am going to test that now with something I know you are unfamiliar and therefore uncomfortable with. Your training will be somewhat faster than others since I wish to have you working very, very soon, we are entering a time of the year when we have a huge turn over of clients and I cannot afford for any one girl to be idle as we lose business. Your first task with any client is to make him feel comfortable, take off his jacket, loosen his clothing, arouse him. It’s your job to arouse him, your job to take him to a different place for the entirety of his stay. Do so to me, I want you to arouse me with whatever means necessary short of actually using your hands below my belt.” Nodding she wanted nothing more than to do exactly as she was told, but she couldn’t understand how she was to arouse him without actually being able to loosen more than his shirt. After a few moments of hesitation she looked down
“Master, how am I to do this without actually touching it?” He smiled as if expecting this and pulled her close to him.
“Pet, use your body, you have a very nice figure, one that many men will find arousing on it’s own, so show it off, let them see you in a way that is visually appealing.” He nudged her back a few steps and sat back, leaning on his elbows watching the girl from behind his half mask, a smirk playing on his face as she did her upmost best to look sexy.

Taking the lingerie she was currently wearing she toyed with opening the slip that covered it all from his view with a metallic sheen and looked up at him, a smile playing across her face as he nodded for her to continue. Lifting a leg and resting her foot on one of his knees she leant forwards and showed him her flexibility, shifting the material to slip down one shoulder and reveal her slender arms, the pale skin and the strap of the lingerie just resting there. Turning and bending over, trailing her hands up her legs, her thighs to the flesh of her hips, turning and looking at him over her shoulder before running her fingers up her thighs to brush against her sex. Drawing in a breath Erik continued to watch her intently, drinking in her flesh as she exposed more and more of herself to him, finally letting the sheer slip tumble in a shimmery mirage down to her ankles and leaning to him again. With a husky voice she didn’t know she owned she licked her lips and spoke softly in his ear
“This better, Master?” Licking his own dry lips he shifted his weight to lean on one elbow and took her hand, placing it on the bulge that had formed in his trousers.
“Judge for yourself my pet. This is the first thing you need to do for your client, once you’ve successfully reached this stage, you need to watch their actions carefully. At this point they should be so overcome with lust that they won’t hold back and what they want will be very obvious. Once their intentions are clear you do whatever you can to give the man what he wants. With your first few clients I will seek out their intentions before hand and find the men who only want the most simple of things, I’ll leave those with a more complicated taste to the more experienced girls.” Opium nodded, taking in every word that fell out of his lips, watching the lips that could elicit such sweet sounds and pleasure. “Do what you think comes next Opium, I’ve no plans for tonight other than to help train you, the girls know enough to take care of business on their own. So pretend I am a client, do what you think comes next. There is no true right and wrong way, just a general flow of events. I want to see how easily you tune into this directional current.”

Still leaning back on his elbows Erik watched her carefully for any signs of hesitation or negativity but he found none. Only lust that clouded her eyes with a soft sheen as she kissed at his neck and let her hands work of their own accord, unbuttoning his pristinely white shirt and moving to straddle one of his thighs. He moved an arm to wrap round her waist, rubbing his thumb at the small of her back as she kissed him wetly, moaning between each kiss. Opium started to grind against his thigh, he could feel the warmth and the wetness seep through his trouser leg to dampen his skin below it, a thought that sent a warm shudder down his spin to settle in his groin. His pet had finally undone all the buttons on his shirt, she had chosen to leave it open, letting the cool breeze on his chest mix with the warmth of her own barely dressed body. She turned her attention instead to his trousers, looking to him she smiled sweetly and asked
“Would you like me to help you with that?” The coy smile on her face was something that Erik couldn’t resist, nodding silently he watched as she slithered off his thigh and between his feet, her hands up and unclasping his belt in mere seconds, pulling the fly down and delicately peeling back the folds of material till his arousal stood tall and proud, away from his body and straining to get to her. Licking her lips again she flashed him a smile and leant down to it, stroking it several times first she dragged her tongue across the top, moist with his fluid she took it into her mouth, his length gliding into her mouth with ease. Taking two fingers she slipped them beneath his balls and pushed at the firmness there, Erik hissed a deep breath out between his teeth and briefly looked up at the ceiling, tightening his grip on the bed sheets and grinding his teeth together. He allowed her a few more minutes of work as she seemed to be enjoying herself immensely and continued the immense self control he had to stop himself from moving any further. Finally he pulled her off with a tap to her head, reluctantly she pulled away, licking her fingers and sitting on her feet.
“Master? Was I doing it wrong?” She questioned quietly, he shook his head and patted the bed, speaking to her while she climbed up
“Not at all, you’re very, very good at that. Because you are so good at that, I don’t wish to waste any more time on that, I want to move onto something that you’ll find quite uncomfortable at first, but it’ll be necessary as it is to many men’s taste.” Opium nodded and responded to his finger twirling in the air, motioning for her to lie down on her back. Nestling against the pillow behind her head she watched Erik as he turned around, came up the bed to meet her and slid his hands up her thighs to her hips, pulling down the flimsy lingerie and tossing it over his shoulder without a second glance. Leaning to her he wrapped his hands around her chest to her back, unclasping the bra and pulling that off too, his eyes taking in her breasts as he cupped one with a warm hand. As he brushed a nipple with his thumb and wet it before taking it into his mouth and dragging his tongue over it she moaned and arched her back. Smiling to himself he leant back and looked down at the girl, she’d be good, with a little more training she’d rival some of the best he had. Sliding himself to sit between her knees he put her legs around his waist and wet his length in the pool of moisture he found there. Opium tried to move closer to him, having him there but not inside her was teasing her. He pulled back each time she tried to take more of him and mewled in frustration. Smirking he shook his head and wet his fingers in her, the girl writhing beneath him as he twisted his fingers hooked them slightly as he pulled them out. He resisted the want to taste her and instead slid them down to her rear, gently probing her he slipped a digit inside and watched her reaction. Her puzzled look preceded her body’s natural reaction of clenching around his finger.
“You trust me, yes?” He probed softly both in speech and with his finger, adding another and keeping them still for the moment. She nodded mutely, answering with a strained
“Of course, Sir!” At her affirmation he pulled the two fingers out slightly, pushing softly back into her and widening his fingers, pulling them away from each other. Testing, stretching and enjoying the look of confusion on her face. Tapping her thigh as it wrapped around him with his free hand he murmured a suggestion to her, still the teacher
“Darling, you’re supposed to look like you’re enjoying this more than anything else in the world. Your body language needs to scream more and you face needs to look like the man between your legs is your God.” Moving his fingers within her again he watched her carefully as she tried to make it look like she was feeling some sort of pleasure when he knew perfectly well she was feeling no such thing. Taking a deep breath she changed the uncomfortable expression on her face to one of pure rapture. Erik was suitably impressed at how she could manipulate her body language so believably and rewarded her thus by sinking his fingers into her pussy, feeling his fingers from either hand through the thin wall that separated them. Suddenly her rapture was no longer artificial but real, she moaned out loud, the air catching in her throat and turning into a soft cry. Pulling her closer to him he guided his length to her back entrance, giving a firm jerk with his hips he felt him slip inside her. Felt as she pushed against him, tight and warm around his cock he let out a guttural growl, pulling out quickly and pushing deeper, a third thrust and he was settled deep inside her. So entangled in her limbs and body he could feel every movement, her legs shaking as they clung to him, her muscles squeezing around him, her chest heaving as she drew breaths between cries.
“Oh, Sir, please…..more!” Erik complied with her breathless request, plunging himself deeper, pulling out faster and taking a breast in his mouth he licked deliciously around her nipple, suckling on it and rolling the sensitive skin between his teeth. Opium cried out again, her hips moving rhythmically against him, the percussive sound already beginning to form a melody in his mind and together they made love till the cacophony of pleasure grew to a climatic explosion of a highly vocal kind.

Both contented and exhausted equally she lay back in his arms, feeling his seed as it started to dribble from her body and already noting the soreness from his ministrations. Erik was sated and had already pulled his clothes on, just lying back and staring at ceiling, reluctant to end the night so early but wanting to do another round. He always kept an eye on how his clients were and often spent an hour or so in the lounge where the clients were given a complimentary drink and sat down while they waited for their girl of choice. There was also a screening room, small and tidy with portraits of each of the girls in the dress each was given when they came to work for Erik. One that the tailor should be working on for Opium to be presented to her very shortly. Taking the girl in his arms he sat up and gave her a kiss on the forehead, her skin glowed with perspiration and she pouted him, looking up like a toddler
“Sir, must you go now? Couldn’t you teach me more? Something else? The same thing? I don’t mind, anything!” He shook his head, though very tempted to take her up on her offer it was still business as usual behind those four walls and it was his livelihood, without which he wouldn’t be able to support His Girls who loved him so. Sitting her up he looked her over. A fine young lady, she would quickly become a favourite of the clients, and him as it seemed since he appeared to feel more for her than how he felt about his other girls. Even Elise hadn’t had such an effect on him, he felt feelings stir within him that he hadn’t felt in a long time and was sure he had not just buried but severed completely. Walking her to the door and giving her a shirt of his to walk back to her room in he gave her a quick pat on the bum and watched her walk away. Looking at himself in one of his mirror he straightened his trousers and flicked his collar, giving himself a curt nod before sliding the mirror across, stepping over the frame and sliding it shut behind him.
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