"Miss, it is ti for you to wake up," one of the orphans says, eyes glued to the floor.
"Ok, thanks for waking up," I react, still startled by the wake-up calls. I usually am awake, getting only a few hours between the kicking in my womb. Starting towards the door. The orphan girl walks out ahead to handle her next chore. Still naked, I return to the first floor, where the bathing room is. I would've liked working and living here if I could just be a masseuse. Great bath, als, soft bed, and if I wasn't such an ass, a lot of friends. But that isn't all I do.
Finally, I reached the bath area. It is just like the bath in the masseuse's room just bigger. The constant waterfall appears to circulate the water. I'm unsure if new water is being created or if the water is being cleaned and reused. I grab so soap and a brush and step into the water. Only Yuki and Mistress get others to wash them; the rest of us have to do it ourselves or get help from other girls to clean.
While I'm not really friends with the other girls, we all help each other with the little things like this. I start to work on my lower legs. They are toned and long, plenty to show off on stage or wrap around a partner in bed. I scrub hard on my fair skin, I may not have scales all over my body, but I've found my skin to be quite tough, like scales but with the smooth feel of human skin.
Mistress allows us a shaving stone that shaves all our hair below our eyebrows, which is excellent for keeping us smooth to the touch, but a few girls like their bush or want a slightly different pattern around their down there, so they have to shave the usual way. Even if I wanted that look, I couldn't keep it. My belly has typically been too big for to shave myself, and that is sothing no girl wants to do for another. I quickly make my way to that region, using my hand to carefully wash my abused pussy and currently limp dick. Then, to my stomach, still bloated from the oversized pregnancy. Before I was here, it used to be just abs. I worked hard to keep them like that when I was young. I don't know if I'll ever get them to look like that again.
My breasts have changed the most here. Each class I'm forced to go through here has put through yet another growth spurt, and the only part to grow each ti was my breast. I went from a nice 32D to my now 34G. Part of that growth was likely the milk I'm always carrying around. So of which I release while washing them. Finally getting my face. Switching to my shampoo, I clean the gri from my long hair. I haven't cut my hair once here. The only thing keeping it from pooling at my feet is my seven feet height. It reaches down to my mid-thigh.
Knowing I'll need help to get my backside, I look around and hope to see Mai, but I don't see the cute cat. So I see if others are about to start their back so we can help each other. I see Vasati starting on her hair, so I start heading in her direction, careful to keep my tail from hitting anyone. "Hi, Vasati. Would you like to help each other clean our backs?" I ask, and everyone always says yes, but I know they don't like to help due to my wings making it take longer.
"Sure, can you help finish my hair up? We need to make up ti for you." She has the second longest hair, barely losing out to in length.
"Of course, thanks." She's a wood elf, so her hair is a beautiful brown and gives off a faint sll of the woods if it is clean. She has also been here the longest of all the girls, beating my ti by about fifty years. She is one of the few here staying by choice; she earned her freedom forty-seven years ago. I'm not sure why she hasn't asked for better accommodations. Mistress would definitely give it to her, but she seems happy, so there is no point giving it much thought. Only two other girls are here of their own will, Yuki and a human girl nad Ciara. Ciara runs the dancing section, while Viasati runs the prostitution portion.
With two of us working on her hair, it goes much faster. Once that is done, I start on her back. Being a wood elf, her skin is tanned. I work quickly. We rarely get that dirty. Plus, we are sure there is a cleansing spell on the water to make this process faster. When I finish, we have to move away from everyone so I can have room to uncurl my wings enough to expose my back.
The brush soothes my muscles a bit. It takes Vassati longer, partly due to my size, and dealing with my wings takes more ti. Then she has the part others hate, to do my wings. They are massive but never seem to get very dirty. I'm unsure if that is a hidden passive or just weird luck. Fifteen minutes later, I started to get dried off. Once more, so heating magic helps the towels. The really nice thing is how fast it gets our hair completely dry. With my body no longer slling of the painful birth, I start my walk back to my room. A few girls are walking down dressed, ready to work.
Once back inside, I started to get dressed. I loosely wrap my breast to keep the jiggling sowhat in check. Next cos my underwear. I can't really do the standard sexy underwear due to my penis, but Mistress has had so pairs made especially for , but once again, I ignore those and pick a more comfortable pair. Then, on to a dress, I usually only wear a simple robe, which is easy to get on and off and is precisely what the custors expect and want. When I first started, I always wore sothing slow to get off, not thinking about the fact that I had a limited ti to give a massage and an ending for them. I got a lot of complaints before I figured out what they wanted. I wasn't happy to wear so little clothing for a job that really shouldn't require sex, but I couldn't let the complaints stack up, or Mistress would probably make do it naked. But today, I would get to keep my clothing on, so I put on my last sundress with a little ribbon around my stomach. Small heels finish the outfit, and I head down the main stairs.
We can only use the stairs when we're dressed for the show, which I am now. Once on the first floor, I head for the kitchen/eating room for lunch. The food is plain, and we must feed about thirty girls and fifteen orphans, requiring the als to be simple. We rarely have much ti to eat, so it isn't much of a loss. Walking into the kitchen, I could see most seats were taken. Most girls finished their bath sooner than , so I wasn't surprised. I see Mai. She seems to have already eaten and is just waiting for . I go through the line to get my lunch, an apple, so bread, and soup. Fill a cup with water and walk over to Mai.
"Hi, kitty, I missed you in my bath today. I was hoping to calm myself with your tail." I tease.
"Finally, Yuki said you went into labor over a day ago, and I wasn't able to see you. I was worried, you know." mumbling the ending. I'm unsure why she always gets so shy when I flirt with her; maybe she likes ? I don't feel like asking; if the answer is yes, we have our contracts keeping us from doing anything; if it is a no, I don't want our friendship to be ruined, so I can only guess. I sit on her right and start to eat quickly.
"Sorry. Lot. Of. Kids. Long. Ti." I get out in between bites, which is not very ladylike, but I want to talk to her so everyone will have to deal with it. "I. Will. Have. More. Ti. Tomorrow."
"Good, you clean my tail the best, and I really want to take a nap sucking so milk out of you." Her blush ca through after saying her wants. I don't rember exactly how it happened, but at one point, she started sucking my nipples during a bath and found I was lactating. I guess she has a guilty pleasure. I love it when she gets the courage to do it. It feels way too good. Unlike most of my clients and the few kids, I get to breastfeed. So, while I don't really get to breastfeed my kids, I get to do it to a little kitty instead.
"I would love that." After finishing the bread, I started working on the soup, which had cooled a bit.
"I've got hostess duty tonight, so I've got to head over there to organize things. You aren't working the floor tonight, right?" As she starts to get up, she asks.
"No, just massages tonight. Tonight, I will start getting tests for my next batch."
"Good, well, have a relaxing break. Hopefully, my night can be that easy. Last night, I had a very active older woman. I'm still a little sore from everything she did to my ass. Bye rainbow, have fun up front."
"Sorry to hear that. I'll do my best. Bye, kitty" She turns to leave, waving her ass and tail in one last tease.
With her gone, I speed up my eating; most people have left, and just a few orphans are still eating. They likely don't have anything to do till a little after the custors start rolling in. I return my plate and eat my apple on the way to the entrance. For now, the only guest that enters will be coming to see . The rest of the girls have a few more hours till custors go for them. The other girls set the stage and then start their makeup. I don't have to put the makeup on. Mistress has never said why, but I assu it is due to the constantly changing colors of my hair and eyes, which is the only difference I can think of.
I don't take long to make my way to the entrance. Any area that guests typically see has a grand appearance to help the powerful clients feel they are at a party fit for the Queen if they ignore the whores. I shouldn't use that word to describe myself and the other girls, but sotis, it is almost funny. I've long gotten used to hearing the phrase shouted by patrons who don't last here long; those who want to enjoy their ti here know that they need to be nice to everyone; well, except . I'm forced to be friendly no matter what they do to . It is rare for anyone to cross a line that lets kick them out. I can only think of two instances. Both were after I gave birth, and they wanted to do sothing I would typically have no choice but to say yes to. I move behind the little counter on the left side. This one is just for any special services we do, which has typically been my massage service for the last few years. The main counter was on the other side, but no one was there.
I rarely have to wait long for a custor. I've been giving massages for about nine years, and I'm probably the best in the city, so I'm always in demand. I even have a waitlist. I work the waitlist from sunrise to midnight through the seventh day. Luckily, I don't have to do anything sexual for those; I would be too disgusting by the end of the day to help anyone relieve stress. The rest of the days are first co, first serve.
Bored, I started to check if any new decorations were added. It only happens generally once a year, but it is the only thing I can do. The sa five paintings are still here. One is of the Mistress hanging over the door to her office next to the main counter. Another of Yuki, in a piano performance, looked stunning in a white dress. Hanging on the wall in the middle was a painting of the founder. The woman was almost the sa as Mistress; she smiled more. One above was a purple flower. I asked Mistress about it, but she refused to tell what the flower was and what it represented. I'm betting it is the main ingredient for so aphrodisiac potion. It could also be a fertility potion, added shortly after I got my first breeding class. The last is a miniature painting of girls dancing, signaling our top rating from the brothel managent committee. They co by each year to check how good each brothel is and rank them. They also do random inspections to ensure all the laws are followed. They've never found anything wrong with my treatnt, so I don't think there are many laws. Probably just horny nobles finding an easy way to get cheap sex from good whores.
The last notable decoration is the large chandelier in the middle of the room. Seven feet in diater, hundred little magic flas. It was added last month, an upgrade from the 6-foot-diater one. The amount of light it could give off made it seem like we had a personal sun in the room. Luckily, she didn't keep it on that bright; I would have a blind spot in my vision from it. Right now, it was barely on, just enough to have light refract through the many crystals from which it was mainly built. Everyone said it looked better when I was in the room since the light my tail off gives it a lot more color; I obviously don't know what it looks like without , so I'm not sure. But looking at it with here is pretty, so I'll take the complint.
I hear so heels working up the marble stairs to our door. When soone is behind the special service counter, a light is seen on the front of the building, letting those walking outside know we have a special going on. It probably ans I am taking custors for a massage because this counter is rare for anything else. The heels have a deliberate fall, so whoever is coming up has had a lot of practice with the heels. Most likely a high noble or a retired showgirl. Showgirls are rare, but they are much more likely to co in for a massage than participate in what goes on behind the wall and curtains.
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