Chapter 71

Perhaps it should have been obvious… That Esmerelda and your step-sister would get on like a house on fire. In just the few short weeks that the Mayor and his rambunctious daughter had been regular customers of yours, they had very much insinuated themselves into the heart and community of the mansion-brothel. Skeg and Nancy in particular, had been swept up under the arms of Mr Greene's glitz, charm and unmistakable cologne of political confidence. He constantly patted their backs with praise for their 'entrepreneurial spirit' in starting this, admittedly illegal and most certainly immoral, business enterprise. He'd even invited Skeg over to his prestigious golf club one afternoon… a visit which the ageing back-alley chancer had come back wide-eyed and full of dangerous ideas.

The ragtag collective of ill-raised street trash that you and your step-sibling had handed yourselves too… had never really even dreamed of mingling among the hoi-poloi of society. Their natural suspicions and street-smarts which had always made them seem so much more capable to you… seemed to melt away in this new world of handshakes coated in gold rings and Rolexes. They laughed at the Mayor and his friends' jokes like smitten schoolgirls, just happy to be included. It all made you terribly, terribly nervous… For even born to it, you had seen your parents chasing such fickle favours… and fall flat because of it.

Of course, your small attempts at warnings fell on deaf ears though. You were just the merchandise, after all. As much as it was a warm and comfortable companionship you shared with those who effectively owned you… They had little interest in listening to the advice of someone they saw more as a masturbation tool than a fellow person. And for your part, you had handed over the reins of your life precisely to avoid all the complications of ambition and human interaction. You revelled in the simplicity of everyone only ever wanting one thing from you, and you being always ready to provide it. Let your masters and mistresses find out the hard way if they needed to: just how likely those who had everything were to start sharing that wealth around.

Speaking of reins… There was a sharp tug on the collar around your neck. The long, leather leash it was attached to, wrapped around the wrist of Esmerelda; while your own dear step-sister held that of Terry’s. The pair of them had selected your outfits for this outing, giggling to themselves as they selected from the endless piles of fetish-wear that the mansion had accumulated. Of course, you were quite used to walking around town in skimpy, revealing clothing… But the untouchable surety little Miss Greene had, went far beyond what any of the rest of you dreamt you could get away with.

So you and Terry now found yourselves stumbling along in heels so tall and thin as to be almost unwalkable. With thongs on full display, fishnetted legs and asses hanging out beneath tiny strips of cloth that barely deserved to be called skirts. A loose and sheer blouse completed the ensemble, completely failing in its task to obscure the swollen lumps and perfect areola you had so recently been gifted. Subtlety truly was dead as a doornail as they dragged you through the streets in such a ridiculous parade. Wide eyes and dropped jaws followed your every step, and you felt every stare: blushing bright red with the certainty that surely it was only moments before someone called the cops for 'public indecency'. Yet on and on you walked, exposed skin crackling with humiliation. Cheeks and neck burning where you were leashed like a dog and with a constant urge to try and reach down and cover that conspicuous bulge at the front of your thong.