A Familiar Face

An uncomfortable silence descends on the car, uncomfortable for you anyways. Fiona seemed fine. Before long you are pulling up to an old squat two story brick building. There were no signs on it and all of the windows were bricked over. There were a number of vehicles in the parking lot but the spot directly beside the metal doors was left vacant, Fiona pulls her car into the stall.

She turns off the engine and sits back. "We're here."

"This is your work?" You guess.

She nods. "This is our future baby. And this is just the beginning." She has a distant look to her. This old plain looking brick building was your future? The fuck? She waves at you to follow. "Come on, I'll show you."

You follow her up to the front door. Pulling a ring of keys from her pocket she opens the heavy metal door. You could see there were cameras, a speaker, and the button for a buzzer here in the front. You both step in and she locks the door behind her. You find yourself in a very posh mid-sized lobby. Three doors lead out from this room, one to your left and two along the far wall. All were closed currently. The room had couches and a coffee table, plants in the corners, a long high desk between the two doors across from you. It might have been the entrance to a corporation's office or something except for the erotic art on the walls. Nice art, but erotic.

At the desk was a familiar face.

"Little Mama!" You exclaim with joy.

The diminutive woman gets up to come greet you, throwing her arms wide. "Jesse!"

You rush forward and hug your cousin, careful not to hug too hard. Reaching down you lovingly rub her little baby bump, she'd just begun to start showing these past two weeks. It was very obvious as she was a tiny waif of a woman. The whole family was so happy and excited, it had been since Elsie that a new addition was brought into the Bailey family. All of you doted on your little cousin every chance you got, especially your mother. Your grandparents had even visited from over seas once they got the news, though that had been an emotional visit for other reasons as well.

Kissing her cheek you say. "Chloe, what are you doing here?"

Your cousin happily watches you rub her belly for a bit, putting her hand on yours as you rub, then looks up with a smile. Her already big eyes absolutely huge through her thick glasses. "I work here. A better question is...what are YOU doing here?" She looks to your sister. "You finally told them?"

Fiona approaches. "Just Jesse so far. Elsie knows something's up too. Mom doesn't know." She adds. "Mom doesn't need to know." Fiona gives Chloe a quick hug. "Where's Aaron?"

"Inside." Chloe points over her shoulder. "He's got a new girl with him. She's cute." Fiona seems nonplussed.

Just then a big hairy man comes in through one of the doors, his wide stumpy hands were dirty and calloused and he wore the clothes of a working man. He had a cup in his hand and was headed for the large coffee carafe that you could see was situated on a rolling cart behind the desk.

"Ms Bailey! We're about to start on them walls downstairs. One more time, you sure on the brick. We could do a nice facade for a third the price and a quarter the time. You wouldn't even see a difference." He says.

Fiona shakes her head. "It's got to be the real thing, and don't cheap out on the sound proofing either. I'll know." She says with surety.

He shrugs. "You're the boss." He is pouring himself a cup of coffee. "Hey, this secretary of yours..."

"Assistant." Chloe corrects him in a little mousy voice. Chloe was a funny girl, shy and unassuming around those that she didn't know, a horny little nutter to those she trusted.

"...whatever." He says. "She makes the best damn cuppa me and the boys ever tasted."

With a smile on her face she says under her breath just loud enough for you to hear, her mouth barely moving. "I bust a nut in every pot."

"Pfffft..." You sputter and start giggling. If this was anyone else you would assume they were joking. But you knew Chloe surely meant it. You can't help but continue to laugh as you watch the big man pour himself a cup then take a mouthful and let out a long satisfied sigh.

"Damn that's a good cuppa joe. You're a doll." He raises the mug in toast toward Chloe. She smiles and nods politely.

Fiona walks over to him. She and the man begin talking details about brick laying and wall building.

You look down at Chloe. "Is...Fiona the boss here? That guy called her the boss?"

Chloe nods. "She sure is. This place is hers. Fanciest whore house..."

Fiona stops mid-conversation with the workman and turns to correct her cousin with a waving finger. "It is NOT a whore house!" She returns to what she was saying with the man.

Chloe rolls her eyes. She says in a quieter voice so only you could hear her. "It's totally a whore house. A weird classy whore house, but a whore house."

"No! No way! That means...holy shit..." You lower your voice. "...Fiona's a prostitute!?"

Chloe laughs and hugs you around the waist. "Shhh...she's queen bee around here. She's got to keep up appearances. Yeah, she kind of is. Probably not how you're thinking though. No one fucks her, she does all the fucking. More of a dominatrix and madam I guess. Mostly she hurts people for fun...and profit!" Chloe chuckles at her own joke and leads you to a couch so that you could sit together. You help her down even though she doesn't need the assistance yet. She accepts it anyways, she enjoyed the extra attention her pregnancy provided her. She continues. "From what I understand there is this club known as the Underground, real kinky sex club, S&M, gay stuff, whatever. Fiona has branched out from that. A classy version for wealthier customers, the type of people who don't want to go to a sweaty dingy night club." Chloe laughs. "I think she hit a gold mine here, these rich guys are all kinky as fuck. The women too." She laughs. "Most of them love to be dominated! Cucked, humiliated, bound, whipped, degraded, you name it. And they're real good at keeping secrets after a visit or two." Chloe suddenly stops and really looks you up and down. "Wow, you're looking good today!"

You smile. "Thanks Cuz." You sit and think a second. "So she let out her secret did she?"

"Well...that secret is still pretty secret. Only a very select little group knows about her big fat donger." Chloe explains as only she could. "Only her most trusted clients. A lot of her job is just schmoozing believe it or not."

You watch your sister across the room talking with the construction guy, she spoke with purpose and confidence. "How'd she get the money for all this? She's only been graduated a couple months."

Chloe was feeling the hem of your brand new jacket, then recognizes the watch on your wrist and smiles. "Hey, Mom got you this." She continues on from before. "It hasn't just been a couple months. She's been working toward this for years I guess, secretly. She was quite the draw at the Underground I hear, she built up a powerful clientele. As for the money...she probably wouldn't want me saying this but...she owes a lot of people a lot of money Jesse. We're doing well but we're just getting started, it's going to be years before she's out of the red. Still bleeding cash too, until the dungeon is done at least. And you don't go to banks for a loan for this type of place, she has a lot of private backers. She knows dangerous and powerful people Jesse."

"But...but, this is illegal!" You blurt out, stating the obvious.

Chloe nods. "No shit. And everything hangs on your sister. This place goes down it is all on her, she set it up that way. She takes all the risk but gets all the rewards. Paying the cost to be the boss I guess." Your cousin gives you a serious look. "She works so hard. Most days and most nights. I worry about her sometimes." You think about it. She was out most days supposedly looking for work, then out most nights socializing you had assumed. All that time she was here...she was probably doing twelve hour days most days.

Fiona was done with the man and heading back over to where you sat.

"Soooo...as I asked initially...what are you doing here?" You ask your cousin. "Sugar Daddy's okay with you working here?" Yeah, your cousin had a sugar daddy, he was almost certainly the baby daddy as well.

"Yeah, he's fine with it for a little while. Only days though, when we're not open. Funny story about me getting a job here. I got fired from my old job two months ago, for a bullshit reason, then when I was telling Fiona about it the very next day she offered me the job here." Chloe shrugs. "I thought I'd help out until I got too big and super preggers."

"Wow, that's quite a coincidence." You say.

"Yeah...quite a coincidence." She repeats.

Fiona had joined you again. "What did she tell you? What did you tell him?" Fiona reaches down with both hands, taking one hand of each of you, and helps the pair of you to your feet like a well bred gentleman might with two fine ladies. As soon as you were standing she is looking you over, checking your hair, smoothing out your coat, just making sure you were looking good.

Chloe was heading back to the desk. "We were just catching up." She answers her cousin. "Hey, Bishop Boyd called again..."

Fiona sighs as she shakes her head. "...and you told him we're not taking appointments for the dungeon yet. We don't even have walls down there yet!"

Chloe nods. "Yeah, he just wants to make sure he's front of the line. He'd like to talk to you when you get the chance."

Fiona waves it off. "I'll call him tomorrow. I'm taking a day off today...if I can get out of here that is." Fiona offers you her arm and you loop yours through hers. "Stay at my side baby." She says in a low voice. "Don't talk too much. I want to show you what I'm building for us." She squeezes your arm in hers as she leads you toward one of the doors that lead deeper into the building.

"See you in a bit Little Mama." You smile to your Cousin.

"See you in a bit Cuz. Enjoy the tour." Chloe shoots you a wink. "Oh wait! Do you want a coffee to take with you?"

"Uh, I'm good." You and Chloe share a little laugh, though Chloe had obviously hoped you would. She takes a big swig of her own mug as you go.

You step through the door.