The woman rejects their offer

"I think I'll stand by my offer of $5,000." she said, rejecting his proposal. "Its the poor girl's first night, and she'll be quite occupied enough. I trust that is acceptable to you?" she asked, looking at Tiffany. She nodded, clearly relieved. "Very well. Since its only one performance, why don't we go back to my estate where we can have some privacy, and you won't have to worry about what might be waiting in the parking lot at closing time?" Faye nodded.

"Sounds lovely." Tiffany said. The spokesman chuckled, and shrugged his shoulders. He walked passed them, and leaned down next to Faye's face.

"See you next time." he said before approaching the stage, seeing what the next girl was going to do. Faye shuddered, imagining what that might entail. One of the woman's attendants produced a very thick money clip, and handed it to Tiffany. Not knowing what else to do, Faye stayed kneeling until she felt a tugged on her leash. Tiffany unclipped the leash, and removed the handcuffs. Faye exhaled and rubbed her wrists. They weren't too bruised. She wasn't sure how she'd cover them if they were. She adjusted her corset as best she could, and followed them down the stairs.

The light and sound of the strip club was jarring. It was obvious the younger crowd was starting to come in. The music was no longer 70's and 80's rock, but thumping techno. A tanned girl, possibly latino, was dancing on stage in huge hot pink boots and a matching thong. The lights had been turned down, and most of the older crowd had left. Faye wondered what else might be different the next time she was here, missing the fact that not 20 minutes ago she had vowed that tonight would be it.

"We'll take my car. Bruce will be happy to follow in yours if its all the same, won't you Bruce?" the woman said. Tiffany fished her keys out of her purse, and handed them to "Bruce." "I'll drive, Liam. You attend to our guests." Faye looked at him. He couldn't be more than 25; very handsome, well dressed in a three piece suit with tasteful but fashionable hair and an athletic, slim frame. Bruce was pretty much the same, only slightly taller and more muscular. They could have been brothers. He opened the door to the Jaguar for them, and when he said "Miss", Faye realized that he was British. The girls slid into the luxury car, Tiffany in the front and Faye in the back with Liam.

The engine fired up, its deep and even hum hinting at the power contained in its elegant frame. Faye couldn't help but think that it suited its owner well. "So then, for the evening, you are Olivia and you are Rose," the woman said, her eyes on Faye in the rear view window. "I'm Helen." Just then Faye felt a small prick on her shoulder. She winced, seeing that Liam had pricked her with a small needle that he then inserted into some sort of medical device. She looked at Tiffany, confused.

He looked at the screen, and nodded. "She's clean. Sorry, miss." He drew another one, and leaned forward to repeat the process with Tiffany. A moment later, he looked up. "Everything's in order, madame." Faye's eyes met hers, and she could tell Helen was smiling.

"Good." Liam swabbed their arms with alcohol wipes, and rolled up his sleeve. He pricked himself and fed it in, turning the screen toward to girls so they could see scan the sample for infectious diseases. One by one, a digital "X" appeared until the word "DONE" appeared at the bottom. "Now then, I hope that satisfies everyone. Speaking of satisfaction, there is a variety of drugs in the glove box if you girls are into that sort of thing. Nothing you can overdose on, of course."

Tiffany smiled, "We'll just have some wine this evening, thank you." Helen nodded. Faye felt they just passed another test.

Faye saw that when she said "estate," she wasn't kidding. The wrought iron gate opened automatically, and once she could see the lawn and courtyard, she knew that whoever "Helen" was, she came from old New England wealth; and a lot of it. She could only imagine how many bedrooms the Victorian mansion had as they pulled up passed the fountain, which was a Classical erotic scene of a nymph trying to resist a Satyr's advances.

Once they were parked, Liam stepped out and opened their doors, helping them with an offered hand. Faye accepted, feeling for the second time tonight like a princess. Bruce pulled in behind them in Tiffany's Lexus, the heavy iron gate closing behind him. As they approached, the front door opened to reveal a white haired butler that was waiting to receive further instructions. He bowed respectfully to Helen, who idly ran her fingers over his shoulder as she went passed. "We'll be turning in late tonight, George. See to some refreshments and dinner for our guests. We'll be in the sitting room."

Faye's eyes went wide seeing the split grand staircase with Helen walking up the center. Everything she saw was exquisitely expensive from the huge Persian rugs to the artifacts brought from around the world nearly a century ago by some unknown ancestor. They turned at the top of stairs and followed her along the balcony until they reached the sitting room. It was, as everything else, huge, and continued the red and black filigree decor theme with an enormous wrought iron candelabra over an intricately carved central table made of some dark hardwood. The couches and loveseats alone, if sold, could probably pay for her entire tuition.

"Please, have a seat." she said. Tiffany thanked her and took a seat on the central couch. Liam encouraged Faye to join her. Bruce plucked a glass of wine from the butler's tray as he entered. They all accepted one, Helen still standing. "So, shall we unwind a little first, or are you girls desperate to get on with the show?" Faye sipped the expensive red wine and curled her legs under her on the couch, making the decision without hesitation. Tiffany likewise curled up on the couch, her arm around Faye's shoulders. They planned on being there for a while. Helen smiled. "Then I suppose I'll have a seat. More wine, please". she said to the butler.

Helen sat on the loveseat, studying the girls. Faye felt self conscious. This was obviously a woman who could, and most likely had, experienced the finest this life has to offer. She was wondering if Helen was having second doubts. It was awkwardly silent, a fact Liam noticed. He walked over to the mp3 player disguised as an old phonograph, and turned it on. Faye was a little surprised to hear a song from The Doors. Helen had to chuckle. "Just because I live in a stuffy old mansion doesn't mean I'm a stuffy old woman." Faye grinned. If something like Vivaldi or Bach had been playing, she would have been even more intimidated.

"You have a lovely home, Helen." Tiffany said, sipping her wine. "When was it built? " Helen looked around, swirling and sipping her wine as she did so. Her gestures were graceful and elegant as she talked. Faye couldn't help but be drawn to her, as if she was some sort of enchantress.

"Oh, long before I, or even my mother; was born. In truth, this mansion and a few others in the area are the reason that Fawndale exists. The story goes that a group of like-minded people decided the hustle and bustle of Boston and New York in the late 1800's was getting to be too much for their aging bodies and minds to deal with, so they built the first mansions out here. Others claim they deliberately built them far from the major cities so they could do things that more urban folk might find distasteful. From there, naturally, they needed doctors, bakers, seamstresses...lovers...to attend to them. "Fawndale" itself is a play on words by the founders. It was was originally Faunvale, or "Faun's Valley", named after this very estate."

Faye finally spoke, the wine loosening her tongue. "Were the founders the, what were they called? Libertines?" she asked. The wine was quite strong. Her head was already pleasantly buzzing with mild intoxication. "Oh, and thank you for the wine, madame." she said, finishing her glass. Helen smiled.

"You are most welcome. We vint it ourselves. Old family recipe." she said, finishing her own glass. "The word you are looking for is "Lazarenes", and yes; they were. At the time, science being what it was, a notion formed that the best way to maintain vitality was through regular "relations" with healthy young people. Naturally, they didn't want anyone to suspect what their intentions were when they'd be bringing in strapping young men and women for these endeavors, so a secret society of sorts formed; which doesn't sound like its much of secret anymore."

Tiffany caught on before Faye did. "Young men and women..." she said, caressing Faye's arm. Faye looked at her. Bruce and Liam were both taking their jackets off. "...like us?" Helen sat her glass down, desire building in her eyes. Tiffany stood, and slowly slid her dress to the floor. She ran a hand down her ample bosom, over her flat stomach, and down her thigh. She walked slowly over to Helen, who leaned back onto the love seat. Faye took a deep breath. Tiffany slid her nude body onto the loveseat, and over Helen's; kissing her neck as the woman's hands caressed her sides and eventually sliding down to her thighs. Tiffany slowly worked the straps of the gown off of Helen's shoulders, kissing her collarbone as she did so. "Rose...please put your leash on and join us," Tiffany said, the clip on the leash already open and waiting to be reattached to the collar. Faye quickly down another glass of wine and slid to her knees. She grabbed the leash and steeled herself for what she was about to do.

Helen's eyes were slits, her mouth opening as Tiffany's fingers explored her body. She smiled as Faye slowly crawled toward them on all fours, the leash in her mouth. Tiffany found a fold in the nightgown and slid her hand beneath it, Helen tensing suddenly as she felt the blonde's fingers slide into her. Faye looked up to see Helen's legs fall open with Tiffany rubbing her clitoris and caressing her lips. Helen raised a leg so her knee rested on Faye's shoulders. She had extremely smooth, taught skin for a woman her age. Faye also saw that her breasts were much more firm than they had any right to be, topped with long, hard, red nipples. Tiffany took one into her mouth and guided Faye's head down to Helen's wet and waiting sex.

"No going back from this..." she thought, sliding her tongue experimentally along the outer lips as Tiffany flicked her clit. Bruce and Liam were standing near, already shirtless. Faye slid her tongue down to Helen's hole and slid it in, amazed at how fever hot it was. The woman's taste was intoxicating. Faye barely noticed as Liam's hands slid onto her body, deftly unzipping the corset and letting it fall to the floor. She did notice, however, the rock hard bulge press against her ass. When she heard his zipper slide down and felt Helen grind her pussy onto her tongue, Faye braced herself for what certainly going to be a night to remember.