I’m called the Black Orchid. Orchid for short. Of course, that’s not my name, but it’s what I have people call me. I didn’t want them to know who I truly was. And by ‘them’, I meant my clients.
I am a prostitute. The best of my entire brothel, actually, which meant that I got paid the best.
I catered to the wishes of men, women, nonbinary people, and so many people of other genders and so on. I acted like a submissive and dominant, I was rough and gentle, I could be anything my client wished, so long as I got paid.
I had several regulars, though they only came about once a week. Others were spontaneous clients who just dropped by to have some fun or take their minds off of their shit, or whatever. I honestly didn’t care. I was only there to have sex and pleasure my clients.
And so, on a regular Wednesday, right about six in the evening, I stepped out of the brothel and leaned against the wall. It was October, right at the beginning of fall as we slowly stepped closer into the chilly weather and farther away from the warmth of summer. That didn’t stop me from wearing my shortest cropped shirt and matching tights. I was a whore, what else could I do.
My shirt couldn’t really be called a shirt. It was more of a thin fishnet thing, a turtle neck style with long and tight sleeves, and the bottom was a good foot from my pants. Of course, I wore a black lace bra under my shirt, for I wouldn’t go around flashing any non-customers.
My tights matched my top, black fishnet that were covered by my really short black jean shorts that rode low on my hips, which had several chains of varying sizes hanging off of the left side. My black boots went up to my shins, chunky and edgy and with three inches of platform heel, making me exactly six feet tall.
All of these flashy and revealing clothes were meant to show off my ‘usable body’ and to display all of my attractive traits. The tattoos that ran like sleeves up my left arm from the back of my hand all the way up and across my collarbone.
I had an orchid inked into the center of my outer bicep with leaves and vines flowing from it, wrapping around all of my other tattoos. Seven colorful butterflies, a broken skull with a rose instead of one eye, and a dagger wrapped in the vines. Of course, those aren’t my only tattoos. I had a bunch of black orchids inked all over the right side of my ribs, stomach, back, and upper thigh, along with a snake coiled around my left ankle. Its tail almost dipped onto my foot as the head laid right under my knee. But the only color on my entire body was my blood red lipstick and seven butterflies, each of which was a different shade of red.
I wore a mask over my face as well. It was black and velvety with dark red and black rhinestones, tight fit to my skin and attached with makeup glue. A traditional elastic mask might accidently loosen and drop my mask.
I ruffled my short black hair as I waited for a client.
Most often, clients approached the more cutesy whores. The girls with long flowing hair who wore pink and skirts and high heels and bows and all that shit. The boys with ripped jeans that showed off their business in the nether regions and cropped shirts to show off their abs and gold chains that sparkled under the lamplight.
But I was still the best paid because I was the best at my job.
I huffed a sigh as I watched the others start to pile out beside me. The sun was sinking in the sky ever so slowly, but I knew that soon, the shadows would better accentuate my dark mask and red lips, and I’d begin to blend in with the dark.
But before any sort of dark could descend upon us, a figure appeared. It was a woman, at least half a foot shorter than me even without my shoes.
I could tell she was new to this part of town because of the nervous way she held herself. I was surprised she hadn't been jumped yet.
She looked so innocent. Her hair was a warm brown with highlights the color of gold shining in the dwindling sunlight. She wore high waisted skinny jeans with rips over her knees and slightly heeled white sandals. Her shirt was a matching white with a casual v-neck that dipped enough to just barely show off her cleavage. The hem of her shirt was tucked into her jeans to show off her waist and hips, and she had a small white clutch with a gold chain slung across her body.
Her face was shadowed, though, so I couldn’t see what she truly looked like.
I gave a sigh. She—this mysterious innocent girl—was either at the wrong place or would head over to James (or the Dove, which was ironic considering his job) who was the sweetest and kindest both in looks and in personality. He cost the second highest due to his popularity among newcomers.
But to my surprise, the girl approached me. Today, I just happened to be under the bright lamp where it showed off my entire outfit. I was even more shocked because this girl could see all of me and still decided to approach me. But I have to say, she must have expensive tastes, choosing me.
She stopped right in front of me, right outside of the small ring of lamplight. She was clutching her gold chain strap for dear life, but otherwise, she seemed completely calm in front of me.
“Hello, Sweet,” I greeted, my voice a soft purr as I uncrossed my arms and pushed off the wall. “Anything in particular that you’re looking for?”
“Hi, uhm, am I at T-The Dagger’s End?” she asked in a quiet, melodic voice.
I dipped my head down, my eyes scouring what of her that I could see. I smirked once she began to fidget with the chain in her tight grip.
“Yes, Sweet,” I told her. “Wanting a session?”
“Uh-uhm…” the poor girl stuttered. “W-well… s-sort of, I-I guess…”
I let out a quiet chuckle. “Alright, Sweet, come with me.”
Gently, I took her hand and began to lead her into the brothel. All of my fellow whores smiled at me over the small girl’s head, happy for me because I had actually been chosen first. True, I was the most expensive and most desired, but lots of people couldn’t afford me or were too intimidated by my physical appearance.
I led the girl inside the brothel where the front desk clerk looked up from her computer.
“Meet the Doe,” I told the girl, gesturing to the woman at the desk. “She’ll register your name and appointment if you want to be a regular. And if you call, she’ll be the one picking up the phone.”
The Doe smiled. She also looked very warm and welcoming with her dyed blonde hair and bright green eyes. She’s known to whore along with us, but only when necessary.
“And I’m the Black Orchid,” I said smugly as I finally turned to look at my new client in the light. And my heart dropped out of my ass.
It was Lily Miracle, the top student from my class back in high school. I could recognize her anywhere, even if it had been nearly twelve years since we graduated.
Back then, she always wore her reading glasses and an oversized sweater. She had angelic skin, though it was always dry because of her lack of attention towards it. And her hair was just plain brown, without all of the highlights.
To be honest, I had a bit of a crush on her back in the day. She was kind and funny and so innocent compared to my dirty, rebellious mind. We had been paired up for a science project once. That was how we met.
I quickly assembled myself. She wouldn’t be able to recognize me in my mask, slutty clothes, and bunches of tattoos, so I needn’t worry. So I pulled the smoldering fire back into my eyes as I looked down at the gorgeous face of Lily, my new client.
“Yes, Orchid here is the best in the entire place,” Doe said, drawing Lily’s attention. “You must have good taste because she’s our most expensive!”
My eyes never left Lily’s face, and I watched as she glanced up at me and blushed. Her rosy cheeks looked so beautiful and I just wanted to suck them into my mouth and cover them with my lipstick. But I couldn’t. My job was to pleasure her, not myself.
“R-really?” Lily asked Doe. “I just chose her because she was the ho-”
She broke off as her cheeks warmed even more. She glanced up at me and choked. I raised an eyebrow, but she only gave me a quick glance before hiding behind her hair.
Then it clicked. She found me the hottest out of all the whores. Ah, so she’s lesbian and into dark gothics.
“Alright, Sweet,” I said, tightening my grip on her hand. “How about we get down to business?”
“O-okay,” Lily said, nodding under her hair.
She let me lead her up the stairs and into my room, the one farthest from the stairs. I had the suite: a bathroom, bar, kitchen, bed, as well as a bookshelf filled with special toys.
The color scheme here was personalized, too. Black furniture with red accents and bedsheets. The walls were a pleasant gray so that it wasn’t too dark.
I led her to the bed and sat her down as I went to the bar.
“Anything in particular that you enjoy, Sweet?” I asked as I pulled out the shaker.
When I didn’t get a response, I turned around and leaned on the counter to look at Lily. She was looking nervously at the tall cabinets holding all of the liquor. I raised an eyebrow, surprised and amused.
“You’ve never drank before?” I asked for confirmation, and her eyes locked on mine. I chuckled at her defiant expression. “No shame, Sweet, just asking. So, any preference? Sweet, sour, spicy?”
“Uhm, sweet, I think,” she told me and I immediately set to work.
“So, Sweet,” I called over my shoulder. “What brings you down to The Dagger’s End?”
The chains around my wrists and neck, which matched the ones hanging from my hips, jingled as I shook up the drinks. I poured out her drink, pink as a sunset with a cherry on top. Something sweet I had designed for my new clients who were most nervous.
“Uhm, well…” Lily finally said as I turned around. I sauntered over to her with our drinks in hand, handing her one as I took a seat beside her. I made it so that the entirety of our legs from the knee down were touching. She glanced, wide eyed, down at the sudden immense contact, and turned absolutely tomato red. “I-I’m, uhm, well…”
She stuttered her way into silence, and I smiled as I took a sip of my drink. I lowered it as I lifted my hand, the one closest to her, and stroked her hair behind her ear. Her cheek, already warm under my gentle fingers, warmed further.
“Let’s start with names, Sweet,” I purred beside her ear. I saw her shiver, felt her tremors as they shook her legs as well. Her leg pulled away from mine in a way that would have made me nervous if I hadn’t noticed how the other pulled in as well. She’d tightened her legs because something was happening in her nether regions. I laughed breathily, knowing it’d have the same effect. “You know I’m the Black Orchid, so how about you, sweet? Got a name I can call you? Or shall I just call you ‘Sweet’?”
“M-my name’s Lily,” she said, just as breathily as I had whispered, though her voice wasn’t orchestrated that way like mine was. “B-but y-you can c-call me wh-whatever you l-like.”
I laughed quietly as I leaned in closer. She liked what I called her, it made her feel something. “Alright, Sweet Lily,” I said, deciding on a compromise. “Want to finally tell me what you’re here for? I am on the clock, you know.”
She chuckled as I pulled a strand of hair from what had fallen over her shoulder and lifted it to my lips. I kissed it, knowing she’d be able to see from her peripherals. This was proved when I saw her blink rapidly, fluttering her eyelashes over her burning cheeks.
“I’m a doctor,” Lily blurted. “I was always top of my class, even back in elementary school. My family was poor, though, so I decided to do the best I could with what I had. I used my brain to get a scholarship at the best school that would offer, and I ended up getting a PhD in pediatrics. So… now I work with kids and their parents.”
She paused, taking a sip from her drink as I twirled her hair around my fingers, taking a sip of my own drink. Her hair was so soft, impossibly so, and I gave it another kiss. She smelled like… ironically, she smelled like lilies.
“Well, I was always so set on doing my very best in all of my studies just so that I could make my parents proud and help finance them. They always said that they knew I’d do big things, and I’m so thankful that they helped and supported me so much, but… They wanted me to do big things and I realized that that was the only reason I wanted to do big things.
“I’ve never even kissed someone before. I’m a virgin twenty-nine year old doctor… like, what the fuck?” she looked so mad, her blush finally fading as she threw back a long sip from her drink. My eyes widened as I watched her fiercely swallow her drink, but my lips turned up in a smile.
Lily was so different from what I thought… This was going to be fun.
“Well, then, Sweet Lily,” I said, throwing back the last of my drink and setting it on the bedside table. I took her empty glass from her hands and put it beside my own before taking that same hand and pulling her chin towards mine. “Let’s start with a kiss, shall we?”
Her gaze went from looking me in the eye to dropping down to my lips. I let my hand on her face slide around to the back of her neck as my other hand found purchase on her upper thigh. Slid down between her legs slightly as her breathing came faster against my face. Her breath smelled like the sweet alcohol I had made her, along with a hint of coffee.
“Yeah,” she breathed very very quietly, her breath washing across my face.
I didn’t give her a chance to change her mind.
I kissed her.
I started softly, just a gentle brush of my lips against hers. Testing the waters to see how she felt about it all, and when she gasped against my lips, I took the chance to open my lips wider and stick my tongue out. Licked her lips and they shuddered under my tongue. I felt them open wider, so I slowly slipped my tongue into her mouth.
She was very untrained in kissing. She didn’t move her tongue at all, almost as if she were scared. She didn’t move her lips, either. So, to make things easier, I shifted my legs under hers and pulled her neck forward. My second hand shifted around to her lower back, assisting in pulling Lily into my lap.
I had kissed lots of people. Men and women alike. People who smoked and tasted like it on their lips and breaths and tongues. People who did drugs and clumsily stuck their tongue into my mouth to spread it to me. People who were drunk, people who had thrown up, people who were normal. Nothing phased me anymore, not kissing nor sex itself.
But Lily… her mouth tasted different. Even with the taste of alcohol lingering in her mouth, she had this peculiar taste about her. She was sweeter than any person I had ever tasted and I immediately wanted to suck her out. If she could taste so good in just her mouth, what sort of heaven would the rest of her be?
I had to internally chastise myself over wanting something from a client. Their pleasure over mine, not the other way around.
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