Chapter 67

"See, Daddy… Isn't it gaudy!" The younger of the two visitors exclaimed, in tones of clear, shrill excitement.

"Well it's certainly… different… from when whatsisname lived here. Terribly boring chap. Threw awful parties, where his wife'd just be running around throwing eyes at anyone under 30. Me and your mother used to place little bets over which she'd end up screwing in a back closet this time."

The two of them had instantly began wandering around, picking up and prodding things in the entrance hall; very much as if they owned the place. Leaving you and Sascha exchanging nonplussed glances as to how to react. Most clients who came to this house had only one thing on their mind and were usually in something of a hurry to catch it. In fact it was only just as the other young whore was about to clear his throat and say something… that either of the pair seemed to notice you at all.

"Oh! There! She's the one from yesterday! Daddy, Daddy, come see!"

Sascha's face fell, as one stranger was dragged directly towards you by the other. You caught a flash of sharp, despairing jealousy coming from that direction… but had no time to process it before they were upon you.

"See, isn't she the prettiest little prozzy?"

You liked the mischievous grin on the speaker's face even less than the grimace on your co-worker's. Yet, you finally recognised her as the leader of your captivated audience from the day before. She gesticulated towards your entirety like a middle schooler proudly presenting her 'show-and-tell', with her dragged-along father also wearing a fitting reaction of slightly-baffled encouragement.

"I mean… I've seen prettier… here and there." Offered the stocky, middle-aged gentleman. Clearly not wanting to be asked when, where or how often he'd encountered such creatures before.

"Ah, but not like this one Daddy…" The girl leant in worryingly close to your face, in order to titter conspiratorially: "Go on. Show him!"

For a second… you couldn’t work out what she was on about. Every so often, you were allowed to forget for a moment or two… That little gimmick that stood you out from the more common or garden rent-a-fuck street trash. Skeg and co and all your regulars treated you so much like all the other women… that you sometimes forgot you weren’t born as one. They might all be a bunch of fairly misogynistic and certainly uncouth old dogs who treated you and your compatriots as little more than collections of holes to be stuffed… but at least they did so equally. 'Any fuck is a good fuck' as Skeg was so often want to say.

To this girl, however… what lay between your legs clearly picked you out for some chuckling, freak-show interest. Somehow, that seemed more humiliating and degrading than any amount of your body being used as an erotic plaything. Still… 'the customer gets what they want' was definitely the unwritten motto of this house now. You weren’t about to start refusing demands to expose yourself now, after everything else you'd allowed.

With reddening cheeks, you gently lifted up the hem of your already scandalous dress. More than aware that what counted for underwear you were wearing had no front and did more to present your genitalia, than bother hiding it. With a soft rustle of silk you felt the brush of cool, rain-kissed air come to meet your most sensitive parts. Their always small and delicate selves already seeming to tighten and shrink yet further in intrinsic shyness.

The widening of one set of eyes and beaming grin across the other's lips, told you everything you needed to know. Whoever the older gentleman was, his daughter had marked correctly how your particular anatomy would interest him. For a moment, you had worried this would all be some homophobic joke. That the man would recoil in horror and his young companion fall about laughing…

But no… it seemed things would go the other direction.