The place reeked of sex and drugs, a thick cloud of smoke obscuring the nameless faces of whores and their squirming clients. Thaddea grimaced, but the woman's distaste did nothing to stop her bootheels from clicking on the tile, carrying her further into the brothel.
After navigating through a few dimmed halls, she came to a desk, and rapped her knuckles on it's polished surface. "Service?"
A woman came from the room behind it, pushing away the curtain of silky material blocking it's contents. "Whacha' need, hotness?"
"A room," Thaddea scowled, "and one of your… workers. What else?"
The clerk nodded, and made a rubbing motion with her fingers, "We've got no vacancies..."
There was the soft chink of coin hitting wood, and the woman looked down to see a plump sack of money, ripe for the pilfer. She scooped it into her hand, grinning.
"Down the hall, then up the stairs. Only room up there. Have fun."
Thaddea rolled her eye, and followed her directions. The door awaited her, beckoning with a polished shine and the rich scent of crystal smoke wafting from the cracks.
He awaited her on the bed, dressed in a prim suit, and curiously, a pair of black stilleto boots. He ran a hand through ruffled white hair, and gave her a seductive grin.
"Welcome to paradise."
Thaddea waisted no pleasantries, throwing her arms around him and pressing her thin lips against his.
The male worked gently, nibbling at her bottom lip as if asking for permission. She responded with licking his, and he fell upon her unrestrained.
After a few moments of silent kissing, the man broke free, "Now whats wrong with you? You obviously aren't really here to get laid, more than you're just here because you're lonely. I know your kind. Wanna talk about it?"
Thaddea looked surprised. "Aren't you prostitutes deeply impersonal?"
Leo smiled mischievously, "Some. But you look like the type who deserves an ear, not a dick."
She sighed, collapsing on his chest. "Oh thank the gods… I just didn't know what else to do. My job is slowly killing me, and I have not a fucking soul to turn to."
The man nodded sympathetically, running his fingers through her long, straight hair. "I understand that. I won't charge if you tell me what your name is."
Thaddea hesitated, avoiding his eyes when she finally spoke.
"Thaddea. Thaddea Technica. I'm the prime minister of the Darvian kingdom and I hate it."
"Well I'm Leo. I'm the top manwhore of this place, and I'm lonely."
She snorted, "Heh… do you do this to all your clients?"
"Every single one." Leo said earnestly, "There's nothing worse than fucking just to fill time. It's boring as hell… stories are better, especially when they're coming from gorgeous women like you."
Thaddea self consciously tugged on her cloak, the thick fabric revealing nothing more than her neck and face.
"You're good at the flattering game, aren't you?" The woman asked, somewhat bitterly.
He nodded, "The truth hits hard. Now tell me about your life."
She did. The words fell from her mouth like poison from a vial, leaving her clean and empty.
Leo reclined into the bed, sighing contentedly as Thaddea talked herself to sleep. Her warmth was a heavenly contrast to the heat of animal urges, and in the calm aura she filled the room with, Leo breathed easy.
After a brief period of darkness, the man awoke to solitude. Thaddea had left with the night.
He stretched, muscles popping, and set his gaze to the long day of work ahead of him.
YOU ARE READING
Burning Roses
Romance"I just want what's best for me... and I think I know what that means." A story of love at first sight, and the tragedy it leaves.
