Herself

“Yes Lady Scarlet. “ Christine managed to utter before the panic overtook her. Her whole body started to quiver as a single tear dripped down her perfect cheek.

“Shoo boy,” Scarlett said softly to Erik. “Your sister needs watered ale and breakfast. Can you manage to bring us up a platter?” The redheaded woman put her hand on Erik’s broad shoulder briefly, before sitting down next to Christine.

“My dear girl, what’s got you so worried?” Madame Scarlett queried, putting her arm Christine and pulling her into a motherly embrace. Scarlett looked around, mildly pleased with the decor in the room- it had been quite some time since she was last in this particular room after all. The room had been made up to look like a highborne apartment, with a Southern facing window bordered by rich purple drapes. Walls were covered in fresco depicting youthful nymphs dancing in a spring-time river. Yes, this room would be the perfect suite to present her new delectable prize to paying clients.

After a bit, Christine managed to collect herself and look at Lady Scarlett. Christine’s face was wet with tears, making her already big blue eyes even more poignant. “I’m scared Lady Scarlett. I’ve only ever kissed a boy! The only person who’s seen me naked was Alice and my maids. All of them women. Does it hurt? When they put it in?”

“Has anyone ever walked you through sex before?” Madame Scarlett asked, putting a delicate painted hand on Christine’s facing wiping away a tear.

“No, Ma’am. Ma fell sick several years ago and never prepared me.” Christine responded quietly, her face growing very red at the thoughts racing across her mind like galloping stallions.

KNOCK KNOCK KNOCK

“Lady Scarlett, Sister, I have brought you some porridge and watered ale. I’m afraid my hands are a bit preoccupied at the moment. Could one of you open the door?” Erik’s voice could be heard through the door.

“One moment, I’m coming.” Christine said, as she stood up and ran to the door. Scarlett looked admirably at Christine's voluptuous and sinful posterior sway to the door, an **** sway in Christine’s gait could be noticed upon close examination. A hint of side boob could be seen peeking out from her side. Scarlett licked her lips and couldn’t help but wonder if the price she was getting paid was enough.

“Give your sister the platter boy and go find Arthur. He should be at the stables.” Scarlett ordered from her place on the bed. Dismissed and slightly chastised Erik gave Christine the platter, bowed, and promptly left. “Come, eat. I shall tell you how this all works.”

Once Christine sat and broke her fast at the small table near the right foot of the giant bed dominating the room, Lady Scarlett stood up and sweetly said. “Girl, now that we are alone, I want you to undress. This whole conversation will be awkward enough without you getting self-conscious.”

“Now? Isn’t it weird to eat without clothes?” Christine blurted out, her face going bright red with embarrassment. Her chest and indeed part of her breast turned crimson with the **** of the blush that overtook her.

“Did I stutter? Let me remind you that you are a whore. A whore that is currently employed by ME. A whore does not have modesty. A whore does not care who sees her naked body. And most importantly, A whore will do what her Madame tells her to.” Lady Scarlett’s voice rang in the air- charging it with power, her hands still clutching the teacup politely and her legs were crossed. To an onlooker Lady Scarlett might have been the perfect example of womanly power, red hair gently falling down her back, back straight, lips pursed, and attired in cloth corset and see-through silk skirts that framed her breasts quite pleasingly.

“Yes Madam. Right away.” Christine stuttered out while standing and removing her chemise. Lady Scarlett had to hold in her breath when Christine's perfect teardrop breasts fell down, no longer held by any fabric. As Christine bent down to remove her undergarment, she was met by a single finger pointed up. Christine paused, her knees straight and her breasts pointing downward.

“Take them off slowly. With care. What separates you from the whore on the street is grace. Tease your client, make him want you.” Scarlett’s said in a voice so sweet and sultry that Christine’s breath hitched. There was no doubt in Scarlett’s mind that Christine was wet.

Taking a moment to collect herself, Christine straightened up and playfully tossed back, “Like this?” Whipping her long brown hair back, Christine took a breath in and gave in to the heat in her core. Sashaying her hips back and forth she slowly edged her under skirt down, revealing first one adorable cheek and then the next to Scarletts hungry gaze. Turning around and putting her left foot on the table next to her Madam’s face, she let loose the pin holding the skirt together.

In a flurry of cloth her muff was exposed to the world. It was perfect. A little landing strip pointed the way down to her weeping labia, freshly shaved.

“Yes. That is quite good of you. We will make a whore of you yet!” Scarlett said huskily, breathing in the heady scent of arousal. Taking a deep breath of her own and closing her eyes, “The first thing to know about sex is it’s all about mystique. We deal in flesh and promise of flesh. Our patrons keep coming back because we don’t shy away from nothing. Keep your client waiting until he has enough and ravishes you. Seduce him, work him with eyes of promise. As for when you get to the mechanics of it, identify your pleasure points as well as his, let him use any hole. If he pays for cumming in you, let him. If he doesn’t, don’t. Most importantly of all, always have fun.”

Grinning wickedly Madame Scarlett took her long right middle finger, ran it up Christine’s thigh and pushed it into the folds before her opening, finding her clitoris with unerring accuracy. She then began to expertly manipulate her clit. Their eyes met and Scarlett winked while Christine screamed. Her knees buckled and enjoyed her first hint of an orgasm.

Christine fell forward into Lady Scarlett’s waiting arms, embracing her. “What-what was that? I was always told that anything relating to down there was bad. And that it would feel bad. Ma’am that was the best thing I’ve ever felt!”

Lady Scarlett just smiled softly and looked down at her newest prize. “That is a woman’s pleasure. If you’re lucky, you’ll get them quite frequently. That wetness you feel is from your quim, when us females are aroused, we start getting wet. This gives the man pleasure when he slips his phallus inside. When you have been successful, his phallus will twitch, and sperm will shoot out. This is the basic idea of sex. Sperm loosed into a fertile quim will oft' times result in pregnancy. I have herbs and spells that will help prevent that, of course."

Christine looked absolutely mortified by this information. Her cute cheeks couldn't grow much redder, and her whole chest was warm with embarrassment. She looked Scarlett in her beautiful green eyes, "Why am I aroused now? There is no man here to prepare me?" Christine asked breathily, still catching her breath.

"That is something you will have to work out with God. Now, before you stand up," Madame Scarlett whispered, bending over and bringing her juicy lips directly into contact with Christine's provocatively plump lips. Pulling her head back, "What should we tell the client your name is?

Christine thought about it and answered, "Please call me Evelyn. Eve for short."

Lady Scarlett motioned for them both to stand up. When they did, Scarlett said, “Before I go, your man will be here in ten minutes. He asked me to warm you up. And requested that you dress in a very particular apparel. You shall find the garment in question in that door chest. The lipstick is on the vanity underneath the mirror. Apply it sparingly, dear Evelyn- it is quite expensive! Do not disappoint me. “