Alyssa Part One

For those that skipped Warren's parts and went straight to Alyssa's I suggest that you go back and read through Warren's, as I don't have confidence in my writing ability to have each version be standalone stories, not saying you can't read just one version but that you might not enjoy the story as much if you don't have the context from Warren's parts while starting this one. I tried not to repeat myself to much, so the more detailed account is from Warren's parts, while Alyssa's is just going through the motions in another perspective.

Alyssa sat on the couch, her book propped open in her hands. She had started her work shift at 10:00 A.M. She had yesterday off as she served a prior patron the day before, and now it was yet another day at the beck and call of the Manor's patrons. As an in-house courtesan, she was among the privileged few who could enjoy such luxuries as sleeping in late and taking the day off if it suited her.

The day had dragged on in achingly slow disappointment, with Alyssa waiting to be chosen by a patron. Her usual clients weren't scheduled for today, leaving her in an uncertain position as she watched the rain slowly begin to pour outside. The Manor was enveloped in a hauntingly silent stillness, the worsening weather undoubtedly bringing an end to the voyeuristic activities in the manor. With each passing moment, her hopes of being chosen were slowly draining away. She had all but forgotten the book in her hands, her gaze fixed out into the relentless downpour, her expression one of solemn emptiness. Alyssa didn't like the rain, the gloomy atmosphere reminded her of despair with the raindrops resembling tears that never seemed to stop. It was easy to fall into a negative mindset in such weather, the despondency only heightening her dismal mood.

Sighing heavily, Alyssa reluctantly closed the book and rose to her feet, intending on cancelling her availability. After all, the chances of being picked on such a night were slim, and she'd much rather spend her evening in peaceful relaxation than waiting for something that may never come. Yet, to her surprise, she was soon notified that she had been picked by a client. Without a moment's hesitation, she snatched up the delivered profile and hastily scanned it, knowing that she had to make the decision quickly; whether to bring the client to her personal room, or have a room arranged by the Rose Manor.

Alyssa's gaze is immediately drawn to the picture of the young man. His damp black topcoat clings to his lean physique, and a slight smirk across his face hints at a mischievousness that intrigues her. He looks to be no more than his late twenties, and she wonders why he picked her. She's used to older clients, so his presence is a surprise, one that she can't help but be curious about.

Reading further into the profile Alyssa can see his details clearing stated. 'Warren, first time patron, duration of stay till 8 A.M., no roleplay, intending to have casual sex containing oral, listed any for most questions having no real preference, don'ts are similar to mine, listed two skills cooking and sleeps in late, with one special request, that being the courtesan would be randomly picked.' Finishing the quick glance over the profile Alyssa notifies the staff that she will be entertaining Warren in her personal room.

Alyssa's stomach churned as she contemplated the possibilities of her upcoming evening with Warren. She knew he desired her cooking skills and her availability to sleep in late, but she couldn't help but fear the possibility of puke play. She imagined being filled to the brim with dinner, followed by being relentlessly fucked until she vomited, then being **** to eat it before being fucked again. She shuddered at the thought of it, knowing that even if it was not something she wished to participate in, she would have to do it if it was not listed in her list of don'ts.

Some frequent patrons have figured out how to take full advantage of their time with the courtesans, pushing the boundaries of what is and isn't allowed. They deceive the courtesans by purposely leaving their intentions vague or offering a scenario they don't actually intend to follow, only to viciously **** them and leave them bloody and broken. It's a cruel reminder to the courtesans of just how powerless they are in comparison to the patrons, who are given special privileges to manipulate and mistreat them as they please.

Sure the patrons are fined but that's basically it for them, they are smart enough not to break bones or permanently scar an disable our bodies, so they pay the huge amount of fines on top of the normal cost and walk away, only to visit again in a few months and do the same again. It's just money to them it means nothing. The courtesans they meet are instead left with weeks to months of recovery time, a few more things added to their lists of don'ts, a bunch of money, and the horrible memories that will haunt them at night.

It is exceeding rare for this to happen less then ten a year the manor tells us and with thousands of courtesans residing in the manor with tens of new courtesans being added every year at the auction, it can only be considered bad luck. A minuscule amount of courtesans after experiencing it see the money, the huge amount of recovery time where they don't have to service any patrons, and they get tempted to sign up for the more **** activities thinking they can handle the damage of their body as long as the money is as high as it is. Rationalizing that wounds heals and that they would only have to spend five years as a courtesan to repay the manor and have enough money to live out their lives peacefully when they left.

The broken, they are called by the other courtesans, and although the harrowing experience didn't leave any physical scars, it had left them scarred in ways too deep for the eye to see. Alyssa had no understanding of why anyone would want to choose to be subjected to such **** after experiencing such pain; they should instead do what she herself had done. Add those things you experienced to the list of don'ts, it's all you can do. The list was an accumulation of the scars left on a courtesan's psyche; a trail of memories that shaped their identity and experiences. The Rose Manor's strict rules meant that a courtesan could only add items to their list of 'don'ts' if they had experienced them, for how else would they know if they didn't like it? Luckily, Alyssa had added most of her 'don'ts' to her list early on, and had been saved from further pain.

Alyssa is transported back to her auction and the night of her first time. As all In-house courtesans are when they reach the age of adulthood, the auction was the introduction into their life as courtesans for the Rose Manor. Standing on the stage in a room packed full of people, she felt their piercing gazes on her skin, as if she were nothing but a piece of meat on display. She could feel their desires radiating off of them as they shouted out higher and higher bids. Just the thought of that night sent shivers up Alyssa's spine, and her skin crawled with revulsion.

Alyssa can still feel the wave of relief that washed over her as she left the stage, as if the world's weight had been lifted off her chest. For a brief moment she was lulled into a false sense of security, foolishly believing that the worst was behind her. But she soon realized that she had merely jumped from the frying pan into the fire, as she was escorted to a room provided by the Rose Manor, where her innocence would be taken away by the one who had purchased her.

Back then her profile was a pristine canvas, untouched and innocent, like all new courtesans. Devoid of likes, roleplay she excelled at, and most importantly activities that the patrons couldn't do. The patrons who frequented the auction were all too aware of this, and the one who purchased Alyssa for her first time knew this fact all too well. They could be as rough and cruel as they wished, and Alyssa's cries of agony would be genuine and visceral.

A knock at the door jolted Alyssa out of her reverie, and the flood of memories that had come with it. She called out, "Coming!" as she shook her head, trying her best to clear her overwhelming emotions. As she opened the door, her first glimpse of Warren was revealed. Clad in the same clothes from the photo, he stood there with a spark of surprise and relief in his emerald eyes, along with the faintest glint of lust, which all patrons have in their gaze.

Turning around shortly after getting a look at Warren, Alyssa felt a wave of emotion flood her body. She had seen the reflection of herself in his eyes, a cold, annoyed expression that she hadn't been able to control when answering the door. Her heart raced as she recalled the memories of her first night in the Rose Manor. She made her way to the kitchen, her mind struggling to stay focused as her emotions kept her in a fog. Chiding herself for her lack of professionalism, she opened the fridge door to gather ingredients for dinner and to take her mind off things.

Shortly after berating herself, Alyssa hears Warren sit at the stool on the other side of the kitchen counter. Warren asks with a teasing tone what she is grumbling about, and Alyssa gets an idea. "You, Warren!" she responds, her tone laced with irritation. Since she failed to conceal her frustration when greeting him at the door, she plots to incorporate her vexation into her act for Warren. Alyssa turns around with the items from the fridge, and rants reason after reason for her supposed anger all while preparing for dinner and keeping a watchful eye on Warren to see if he buys her words.

Judging by the sparkle in Warren's eyes and the mischievous smirk tugging at his lips, it's clear that Warren has fallen for her lies, or more accurately, her half-truths. He had no reason to doubt her words, and his response to her actions had set the tone for how she planned to act throughout his stay. Alyssa continues with the dinner prep while trading banter with Warren, when Warren does something unexpected, and moves to the kitchen to help her cook dinner.

Alyssa surprise doesn't last long as she quickly throws out a playful remark asking if Warren knows how to cook as he moves around the counter and starts to handle the ingredients. Alyssa's surprise is further deepened when Warren truly does start helping with the dinner preparations. Very few patrons would do more then chat with the courtesans while they cooked and those who move closer are usually just looking to get a little risqué and start the evening's activities early, patrons like Warren who truly come to help are exceedingly rare.

The conversation continues as Alyssa presses why Warren needed her to do the cooking when the manor can deliver ready made meals. The rhythmic sound of cutting stops abruptly as Warren seems to lose himself in a memory, his voice tinged with a hint of dark emotion before responding, "I don't eat food prepared by others." With a sudden motion, he throws the conversation back to her, as if desperately trying to close the door on the subject. Picking up on it, Alyssa continues with a light tone, attempting to lighten the mood with her words about how useful knowing how to cook is for her profile.

Shortly after her words, Warren inquires if there is more to her learning of cooking that she isn't mentioning; perhaps she is using it as an escape. His voice still laced in a slightly darker tone, and Alyssa wonders if the question is more about the memory Warren briefly lost himself into than it was truly meant for her. She responds with a slight venom in her tone, that maybe he is the one using it as an escape, before following it up with a soft tone detailing about the different ways the Rose Manor helps the courtesans.

Alyssa's words were like a soothing balm, helping to ease Warren's troubled spirit away from the shadows of the past and into the present. Although she was determined to keep up her act with a few fiery remarks here and there, she knew that the emotional rollercoaster had to eventually level out and the last thing either of them needed was for a reminder of the past to set them spiraling into an abyss of overwhelming emotions.

Alyssa lightens the mood by bringing up her friend Jessie and her passion for water - it was her element, her playground and her sanctuary. Alyssa then speaks of her own hobbies with a sparkle in her eye and a contagious enthusiasm that could light up any room. Before long, the conversation turns to work and most clients are proud of their work, quickly finding themselves boasting, after all they get enough excess funds to pay for the Rose Manors high prices.

Warren however didn't respond in the way Alyssa had anticipated. Instead of boasting or detailing the specifics of his job, he simply said that he was good at it, and that very few people were fortunate enough to take pleasure in their jobs. His response seemed to hang in the air, heavy with the weight of the topic. He then quickly changed the subject in an effort to lighten the atmosphere, making a joke and saying that he had a big day tomorrow. Alyssa played along, offering a few celebratory words, before throwing out a half joke, half serious remark about how she would like to be informed if Warren had any plans about puke play before they start eating.

Warren quickly offered an embarrassed, flustered response that he had no intention of participating in any puke play activities. Judging by his expression, Alyssa believed the notion had never even crossed his mind. Releasing the heavy breath she had been holding, one of Alyssa's fears for the night had been quelled, and she and Warren began their meal, engaging in lively banter and cheerful conversations that filled the air with joy.