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The world outside of Rhea's sick bed was filled with laughter. It scampered up and down dank halls, whispered dirty secrets in shadowy corners, and rose unsteadily from rooms which were only slightly more private than a tent in a tavern. Anna took her wayward charge by the hand and led her past sounds of high spirited breathing and the rhythm of beds in energetic use. Guests ranged from blocky barbarians to willowy waifs, but all were shown tremendous hospitality.

Rhea's ears rang with feminine giggles and it took some time for the pair to slip silently into a room at the far end of the building. Muted whimpers and excitable gasps could be heard through the wall and Rhea made a face.

"This is not what you were expecting," Anna said as she read her patient's emotions. "It's not all good, but it's not all bad either."

"I just don't know how to react to all this," Rhea admitted as another cry of pleasure rose and then fell. She paced until finding a chair to settle in and Anna sat on the bed across from her. "Part of me is angry and disgusted at what's going on around me, but I'd be lying if I said it didn't intrigue me a bit."

"I know what you mean," Anna said with a mysterious smile. "I don't need to partake to earn my coin but I do, from time to time."

"Really?" Rhea asked. She tried to shake her curiosity but Anna could read her expression.

"You want to know my type?" Rhea hesitated but then nodded. Anna closed her eyes, took a deep breath, and let it out slowly as she contemplated naughty things. "I like big, brawny, beasts. Noble savages, with mass and muscle, whose presence scares away the proper people ... that's my type."

Again Rhea nodded. "You ... you don't seem the type."

"And let that be a lesson to you," Anna told her seriously. "Everyone has hidden desires and secret longings. Our job is to discover a client's deepest desires and then let them out to play. That's why there are so many different types of ladies here. I say lady because there are no girls here. Girls are children and we do not play children's games here."

Rhea considered the separation of girl and lady for a few minutes until she asked the question that she had been dreading. "Why am I here? Why did your mother buy me?"

"My mother buys the contracts of anyone who gets branded a witch," Anna told her, "it's a professional courtesy."

"It's a professional courtesy to buy our contracts and then sell us into slavery?" Rhea had not meant the words to surface but they had, and Anna's eyes flared with anger for a few uncomfortable seconds before relaxing again.

"Someone was going to buy you," Anna said in a tone that had lost some of its empathy. "Use your imagination, for a moment, and then be grateful that it was us."

The hairs on the back of Rhea's neck stood up and she let out a shivering breath. She could imagine some terrible things but she suddenly felt that her mind might not be creative enough.

"All of us here are women of pleasure," Anna continued in the tone of a tutor. "It is not an uncommon thing to simply assume that this means sex, but the truth of us is far more complex than that. We are artists. Some sing, all dance, and a few ... well ... I'll let them show you. All of the men who come here are here to relax, but we have rules they must follow."

"We are in charge," Anna told her with fire in her eyes. "No client is allowed to have their way with us unless we choose to allow it. If a man touches you, and you don't want him to, then you tell him to stop. If he decides to take what he wants, then he's broken the contract ... and he's broken the law. You can cut off his manhood and shove it down his throat, if you like, and the law will be on your side. You may be under contract to serve but you are not a slave. Do you understand what I am telling you?"

"But ... your mother-" Rhea tried to say but then she hesitated.

"You are her slave," Anna clarified, "but you don't belong to any of the clients who walk through our doors. Some clients get strange ideas once coins have changed hands. But no matter how much they have paid, they do not own you. If you like them and you want more of their business, then you will need to do what you feel you must. But they're not allowed to abuse you."

"I can't stress that enough," Anna said again as she leaned forward and forced eye contact. "Some new ladies feel they are giving up their power when they step into a chamber with a client, but the opposite is true. You are in charge of a session. You decide when it starts and you decide when it ends. We employ guards for your protection, and the walls are thin so that they can hear you. If a man gets too rough or tries to overpower you with his strength, you shout 'troll!' and they'll come to you."

"They'll break the door down?" Rhea asked.

"Only our private rooms have locks on them," Anna told her. "These doors don't have locks, so it will be a relatively easy thing to be rescued."

"Wow," Rhea admitted, "you've really thought things through here."

"We've had to," Anna agreed with a nod. "Even I've had men try and take me."

"And you dealt with them?" Rhea asked.

"Actually, Kur dealt with them," Anna said as a tiny grin tugged at the corners of her mouth. "All I did was call for the troll and he arrived." A sly smile appeared and a moment later she explained the joke. "Kur's not actually a troll. Also, his name isn't Kur ... it's ... Kurthis or Kurthunk ... or something like that. He's our biggest, strongest ..." Anna trailed off on a journey of thought which Rhea was certain contained a huge man full of muscles and impossible proportions.

"Totally your type," Rhea said with a grin that caused Anna's cheeks to turn a little pink.

"Anyway," Anna continued, "we have guards. Call out to them and you'll be saved."

"That's good," Rhea said as she tried to agree. "What happens if we're playing a sex game about trolls?"

"Then you need to let people know in advance," Anna told her without flinching. "The back-up password is 'Kur-Kur' but troll is easier to understand amongst all the noise."

*****

"You want me as your first ride along?" Callie asked in a manner that was half-excitement and half-something else. The thicker woman's room was an odd collection of frilly things that did not go together but somehow they all seemed to fit her. Thick arms crossed under a heaving bosom and Callie appeared to be acting like a fearsome older sibling taking a youngling under her wing. Rhea felt there was no way the woman could ever look mean or unpleasant but she decided to appear impressed.

"You just seemed like the most fun," Rhea admitted a little sheepishly. "You don't mind ... do you?"

"Not at all!" Callie bubbled with a smile that could infect a nation. Then she lunged forward and scooped the smaller woman in for an overly friendly hug. Bare skin engulfed Rhea's face but her ears were still uncovered. "I love an audience! In fact, I usually pretend the door's open and a dozen people are watching when I'm with a client!"

"You ... really?" Rhea sputtered as she surfaced from the hug. The newer woman managed to get a little bit of distance but she quickly realized that this conversation was going to continue with little regard for personal space.

"Oh yeah!" Callie nodded vigorously. "Sometimes there is someone watching! I'm a ... what did Belinda call it ... a voter!"

"A ... what?"

"A voter!" Callie said again but then she paused and thought about it. "I think ... I'm whatever it is when you like people watching you do things."

"A voyeur?"

"No, that's the watcher, I'm the one who likes to be watched." Callie made a show of thinking about it and continued to ponder out loud. "Kenna calls me an attention whore, but we don't like the 'W' word around here so we call it something else. I wish I could remember what the something else is but-"

"An exhibitionist?" Rhea suddenly blurted out.

"That's it!" Callie half-shouted in her excitement and bounced in place like a jiggly puppy. "I like to exhibition myself all over the place! I used to go around naked a lot before Madam Bellisa ordered me to put more clothes on."

The laughter that had been building finally exploded and Rhea clutched at her stomach as she leaned against the wall. "There we go!" Callie announced proudly as she supported the smaller woman but made certain not to get in the way. "I'm so glad! I was beginning to wonder if I'd ever get to hear you laugh!"

"Does that mean you were making that up?" Rhea asked as she settled enough to talk again.

"Only some of it," Callie admitted. "I love to make people happy! I get drunk on laughter and I'm hooked on having an audience! People get so serious, all the time, and it's just too sad. I mean ... just look at Kenna! There's a woman who's all serious and in control ... yet she's never happy!" The plump woman's eyes glittered with mischief and she leaned forward in a conspiratorial manner. "Or, at least, she never looks happy. It just might be part of her act. You never know with her."

The buxom woman moved to her wardrobe and began to rummage. "If you're going to do the job you're going to need to know the tricks. You'll also need a theme, a specialty, and a favored type ... but that's all for later. Right now you need to know the basics!"

"First of all, you gotta make sure you're clean! Every man says he wants a dirty girl but they're lying. They all want a clean girl with a willing mind and flexible ideas." She shimmied out of her underclothes and displayed her naked form to Rhea's wide eyes.

"Next, you gotta love your body!" Callie ran her hands along her flanks, smoothing out the place where her belly-fat creased, and gathered her out of control breasts into her hands. When she spoke next, her voice was more controlled and a little sad. "Not everyone likes a big-girl like me, but some think I've got the best frame around. Some guys are going to make fun of your body and try to make you feel like you're not good enough for them, but that's horse plop. People are going to say bad things no matter how good you are. You can't let them ruin your good time just because they don't know how to have fun without hurting someone."

"So ... people make fun of you?" Rhea asked, though she knew the answer.

"All the time," Callie told her with a knowing smile. "I'm a fat, ditzy, scatterbrain. I'm inappropriate, too loud, and too happy."

"Callie I-"

"Hush." The still very naked Callie moved back into Rhea's personal space and took her hands in hers. "Lots of people hate me. They can't stand how happy I am. They see me and think, 'Why is she so happy? Is she just too dumb to see how bad the world is? There must be something wrong with her!' It hurts ... and I hate myself for it sometimes, but it's who I am. I'm not going to stop being this way, and even if I did, the people who had said those bad things would just find other reasons to be awful. So tell me, Rhea, do you like yourself?"

Rhea stared stunned into the bright blue of Callie's eyes. Where before she had seen only empty darkness, now she saw the sparkle of something greater. How could she be hiding all of this wisdom from the world? How could I have missed it? And what of her question ... do I like myself? "No," she admitted, "not right now."

"Well you should," Callie told her with a friendly smile, "because I sure do."

"Why?" The question fell out of Rhea as if she were in a trance. She didn't feel any magic in this strange girl but ... no ... not a girl. Callie's a woman. A strange, friendly, warm, loving and incredibly naked woman.

"You just have that certain something about you," Callie told her bluntly. "You've got a cute face and an intelligent sparkle in your eyes. I feel like I can tell you things and you won't go gossiping to the wrong types of people. You're kind of an underdog right now ... and I've got a soft spot for those sorts. Also you're really cute and, if you'd let me, I'd totally lick your girly parts."

Rhea let out a little squeak and stumbled back as Callie pinched her bottom. The bigger woman exploded into a fit of giggling that was so loud it actually hurt Rhea's ears. Still ... it was a warm and inviting laugh, and there was little she could do but welcome the invitation and join her. Laughing with Callie was like jumping into a quickly moving river and swimming downstream. Tingles of exhilaration washed through Rhea and she could actually feel Callie's warmth flowing through her and moving around the cold spots where her trauma lived.

Laughter caused the inner darkness to erode and smoothed its jagged edges. If I hang out with her more ... I might heal more quickly. This would, of course, make Baba Ginger right again. Laughter is good medicine.

"Okay, okay," Callie said once the pair of them finally came under control. Both wiped tears from their eyes and there were deep breaths before Callie spoke again. "All of our clients have fetishes and it's best to dress for success. Danny likes to see me in layers and there'll be plenty of teasing. Always make sure you force them to watch before any touching actually happens or it'll be over before you can say not in my eye."

Rhea snorted but her tutor only paused for another breath. "Most of the men who come in here are a bit past their prime and so they can feel nature's call, but they can only howl at the moon once in a night. It's a bit sad when the guys fall flat right as they begin to mature but that's life. But that's what good fabrics are for, not to mention a well-placed tease."

Three layers of underclothes were wrapped around Callie's frame and her blouses and skirts got longer as she constructed her costume. "Dance and sway gets the body moving and it's also a good way to tease 'em. Part of staying in charge is in not letting them touch you without permission. Restraint builds the need and doubles the pleasure. Once you have a repeat customer you'll get down to a routine but you'll have to remind new clients to look with their eyes and not their hands."

Several baubles were gathered up from the vanity and Callie used them to pull her mane of hair back into a fluffy tail. "Always pull your hair back when you plan on doing mouth-work or you'll get strands in your mouth and spitting isn't sexy, unless they're into that sort of thing. I'll go through a first-time inspection with Danny so you can see what to do. You always want to check out Jerry and his friends for anything that might be from the rough side of town. Blights, bumps, and weird colorful spots are all reasons to be worried and you can reject a Johnny if you think he's gonna give you the bumps. Also, some guys have hygiene issues and smelly sausage doesn't get a bun until it's been scrubbed."

Callie tied the last bit of her outfit into place and then turned to face Rhea. "That's the long and short of it. Are you ready to see me get poon-doggled?"

"Poon-doggled?" Rhea laughed. "You're so weird!"

"Thanks!" Callie told her honestly. "So?"

"Alright," Rhea told her with a nod, "I think I'm up to the challenge."

"Well I'm sure he is," Callie said without hesitation. "Danny's a fun one and he won't mind an audience. I'll introduce you and then you can go sit in the corner."

"You sure he won't mind?"

"I'll like it," Callie told her, "and he likes things that I like! Something about my happiness infecting others. Like a nasty rash but more fun!"

"Oh, gross." Rhea wrinkled her nose and stuck out her tongue in disgust.

"I know," Callie said impishly, and then she took up a handful of small items, flung the door open, and made her way out into the hall.

*****

Beyond the main entrance was a lounge men could enter once they had checked their weapons and been cleared. It was an exotic looking place with plenty of soft furniture and naughty tapestries but the true decorations were the ladies themselves. Rhea felt a little underdressed in her simple blouse and uncomplicated skirt. She was placed on a chair normally used for feeding a client grapes while Callie flopped herself onto the main part like an oversized cat.

All around them the forms of beautiful women lounged upon luxurious fabrics. Rhea barely recognized Belinda and Fayre whose collection of freckles prettily decorated their pale skin. Deceptive shifts of white and gold strategically exposed curves while hiding the layers beneath. Both girls had blue eyes and long strawberry blond hair that had been pulled back into elegant fox-tails. A glance around allowed Rhea to notice that all of the women in the room had their hair pulled back ... all accept for her.

A pregnant woman lay upon one of the displays in an outfit that revealed most of her body. Expensive oils glistened upon her swollen belly and she let one hand trail over it as her dark eyes took in the room.

Rhea leaned towards Callie and whispered. "Is the pregnant woman going to be ... taking customers too?"

"Mabel?" Callie said loud enough that the woman looked over towards them. "Of course, silly! Many men like a fertile field and if they're plowing her it means the man who planted his seed isn't!"

"It's a sort of conquering fetish," Mabel told her in a satiny voice that made Rhea's toes tingle. "Besides, they can't accidentally sire a child when there's no vacancy."

"Oh," Rhea said with a jerky nod. "Who's-" She stopped herself from finishing the question but Mabel's smile told her she understood. Her dark eyes moved over to a massive man who loomed at one side of the room. He looked like the type of man who might club a wounded horse and then carry it back from the field. Several ugly scars disappeared under his clothing and a sturdy baton hung at his belt. Dark broody eyes glared possessively at the comparatively tiny Mabel and he bared his mismatched teeth. "Oh," Rhea whispered as she turned red and flushed. That must be Kur-something.

"Don't worry, new girl," Mable said magnanimously, "you've entered a brave new world which has people in it such as you've never seen. We are the women of legendary taboo ... and you are right to think us strange."

"At least for a little while," Fayre added, and the women laughed politely.

"Oh, she'll stop gawking in a week or two," Belinda said dismissively. "It's fun to see a fresh face actually being surprised at the things we do."

"Good evening ladies," spoke the honeyed words of a swaggering gentleman. All eyes moved to stare at him and after a quick once-over Rhea quickly decided she could touch herself all night while imagining him.

"Hi Lucas," Callie called out as the others did the same.

"It is a pleasure to see you all," Lucas said in a tone that made Rhea think of dark nights under the moonlight. "May I trouble my darling Opal?"

"Oh, lucky little-"

"That simpering-"

"Trollish little-"

A chorus of whispered cursing blew like a vulgar wind. A thin waifish girl rose from a collection of cushions and Rhea noticed her for the first time. A pretty white dress, which looked as if it had come from a royal's closet, was modest and covered her properly. She did not stand straight or tall, but moved shyly. Blond pigtails made her look too young and her blue eyes glanced only briefly up at his and then she blushed cutely as she stared at his belt. Lucas took her hands and dropped to one knee.

"Sweet lady," he pleaded, "you steal my heart and all of its passion. May I have you this entire evening, so that you might face no other." The breath of jealous surprise muttered through the onlookers once more as Opal's blush deepened and she nodded once. Lucas rose and looped her arm through his own. Then they made their way past the common doors to the hall where the luxury rooms dwelled.

The flurry of cursing resumed and Callie's laugh escaped in an explosion which echoed rudely.

"What just happened?" Rhea asked as the noise died down. "What did I miss?"

"Oh, that's Opal's sweet and innocent routine," Fayre told her with an envious snarl.

"It's all an act," Belinda explained. "Opal knows how to please a man in a hundred different ways but she's got that virginal look to her. Men like Lucas just fall all over her."

"Oh my!" Fayre said in a mocking tone, "I've never seen a penis before, flutter eyes and blush."

"They just want to soil what's pretty," Kenna spoke while maintaining her regal pose.

"She looks so young," Rhea said as she shook her head.

"Yeah," Fayre muttered, "can you believe she's almost thirty?"

"Really?" Rhea blinked. "Wow."

The curtain parted and a few men entered together. Some polite greetings passed between them and a few of the girls in the room. A young man with a shock of black hair and an open vest moved toward Callie with a purpose. Rhea studied the young man and decided he was trying to look strong and impressive but instead looked like he needed a few more meals in his day.

"Hi Rup," Callie bubbled and the young man gave a shy smile.

"Uhm ... hi, Callie." He paused, took a breath and then continued. "Danny ... isn't going to make it tonight." The words caused Callie's smile to falter a little but she managed to keep most of it. "Madam Bellisa ... wanted to know if you could break a virgin instead."

A gasp could be heard to their left and Rhea noticed several of the girls looking jealously in their direction. Callie's smile rallied and turned slightly wolfish. "Has he been ... cleared?"

"Thoroughly," Rup reported with a nod. "He's clean, but he's very shy. You'll need to be careful with him."

"Damn and blast!" shouted Fayre.

"Is everyone going to be having more fun than me tonight?" Belinda balked.

Kenna let out a rich laugh and she shook her head. "I have not been the big bad wolf in some time." She growled and several of the nearby girls giggled. "If you're not up to it, I can huff, and puff, and blow his house in."

"Not by the hair of my chinny-chin-chin!" Callie's reply caused laughter but she turned back to Rup and composed herself into a business-like appearance. "Are there any requests?"

"Well," Rup hesitated and his eyes fell a bit.

"What?" Callie asked as she leaned in and quieted her voice. "Is it bad?"

"He likes ... bigger girls," Rup said uncomfortably. "Apparently he grew up on a farm and he called Madam Bellisa a skinny girl." Laughter rolled through the main room but Callie was unusually stoic.

"Oh, bet she liked that," Mabel said through her laughter.

"She gave him a passing inspection," Rup said defensively. "She wouldn't have done that if she was offended!"

"And she sent him to Callie instead of me," Kenna said with a dangerous edge to her tone. "Sounds like you're going to test that farm boy's stamina."

All eyes turned to Callie whose faraway look caused the room to go quiet. "Alright then," she finally said. The bigger woman stood up straight, put her fists firmly on her hips, and she spoke in a farm girl's accent. "I do declare there's game's bein' played here. But ya bring that beefcake in an' I'll slather 'im in sauce!"

"Isn't that supposed to be the other way around?" Belinda shouted.

"That all depends on 'im," Callie retorted with a little pout. Giggles and snorts rounded, as Rup left the room. When he came back in he was nearly dragging a sturdy young man who looked as if his blush was permanently burned onto his face. Once he stood in the center of the room he pulled back from Rup's grip and stood ramrod straight. Tiny choking noises came from his throat and the whites around his eyes were huge as the brown part around his pupils wobbled around the room.

"Hi!" Callie half-shouted and the youth's eyes swung towards her. "I'm Callie! What's your name?"

"La-li-luu-r-rah-lur-" the huge virgin stammered but then he stopped, swallowed, and tried again. "Li-Liam Hartwell!"

"Nice to meet you, Liam!" Callie gushed as she bounced over to him. Liam looked away, scratched the back of his head, and then began wringing his hands together as he stuttered out his answers. Callie grabbed both hands and gave them a shake. "Is this your first time here?"

"Uh-uhm-uh ... yeah," he managed. Rhea watched the boy's eyes roll over Callie's curves.

Gods and devils, this boy's green. Has he even seen a naked woman before? "Hey Liam," Rhea heard herself saying before her mouth could check in with her brain, "you gonna be okay?"

"Ha ... ha ... hu ..." he sputtered.

"It's alright," she told him soothingly, "you're safe here. They don't bite."

"I do," Callie said with a wink. "Especially a tasty morsel like this one." She licked her lips and then leaned forward, allowing her neckline to plunge. "Have you been ... saving yourself for me?"

"You better take him out of here, Callie," Mabel said from her pregnant perch. "That boy's about to burst right here and get thrown out for soiling the commons."

"Hmmm," Callie hummed as she made a show of thinking. "When did you last bathe?"

"Uhm ..."

"Thought so," Callie said with a nod. "We'll start there!" She grabbed his hand and began to half-drag him through the hall. "This is a dirty enough job without you bringing bad bits from who knows where! We'll get ya all scrubbed and pink then we'll see what we can do with you!"