Dusty, old, crowded; all filthy words used to describe the town Mockington. Mockington had few people who actually lived there, for many people just pass through. It was a town that one would generally visit to reach his or her real destination. At night, Mockington's lights would never dim, for they had to keep up day all around for the travelers. The shops were always open, the people were always working, and the streets were always busy.

Busy streets means people who need a break from it all. This was the motto the maids of the Silk Tavern ran by. Although they weren't real maids and the place wasn't a real tavern, but a dirty brothel, the motto always rang true. Men from all over came and went, in need of a break from their true lives.

But for the ones who work at the Silk Tavern, there is no leaving. They are trapped in the spider's web their pimp has sown for them.

Even so, there is always one butterfly who manages to escape.

Tangled bristles swept threw blond locks, intertwining at the ends and being ripped from the hair aggressively. The tips curved up in a messy fashion, but this never mattered. Two delicate feet raised their heels, as the frail body of a young boy leaned against the vanity. A finger traced along soft skin, as the boy admired his icy blue eyes. They were without a doubt his best feature; then again, he believes his whole being is the world's best feature.

"Trancy!" A high pitched voice screeched from the bottom of the stairs, "There are customers waiting to see you!"

The boy let out an exasperated sigh and pulled himself out of his under garments, bearing himself. He cocked his head to the side and stroked his thighs, causing his bright pink lips to turn up at the ends.

"I'll be right there," The boy whispered to himself, giggling as he slipped on his silk robe. It was required for all of the maids to wear it. He tied a cloth around his waist loosely, so his body was covered. After all, he couldn't have the men seeing what they didn't pay for. His feet daintily trotted down the stairs, as his eyes sparkled with excitement. A day of work is not what satisfied the young maid, but he adored the look of approval his owner gave him. He was the best maid here, and therefore received special treatment from Mr. Faustus.

"Hello boys!" The boy raised himself up onto a stool and looked at them all, "who's here for me?" He tilted his head to the side and batted his eye lashes, which caused the men to jump from their tables and pull out their wallets.

"Alois!" They called, reaching toward him as he laughed at them all.

Such disturbed little- Alois' thoughts were cut off by Claude Faustus, the owner of the brothel, and the pimp of the maids. Claude came out of his office and was now standing at the front of the tavern with his hands folded behind his back.

Claude was a thin man, tall, and had a pointy nose that held his glasses on his intelligent face. All of these traits combined to make a reasonably attractive gentleman. He had an aura that was harsh, but inviting in a sensual way. It always tugged at Alois and made him want to be with this man more and more.

Claude always touched him, kissed him, and treated his body every night. Alois was convinced the man loved him, and that his heart burned when he was with the other men, which would be the reason Claude never gives him a glance during the day. It was this man's fault the blond boy worked here, all he wanted was to be loved by Claude. If he could, Alois would just drop the job and stay beside the owner for his life, but Mr. Faustus would never allow it.

"Anyone who wishes to have a special appointment with one of the maids, come to the front desk," His long fingers gestured to where Madame Red sat. She was the women who ran the money collection and meeting schedules. Alois visited her hourly for an update every day.

"Now then, please take your seats and allow the girls who are off duty to entertain you all, while you are waiting for your appointments," Claude bowed and turned back to his office, leaving the room.

Alois' eyes followed him with want as he left, and his legs itched to go after him. Oh how he needed to be caressed by a real man like Claude. His wishes could only be fulfilled by that horrible yet wonderful man. The blond boy could feel himself loosing control and he stopped his thoughts from going elsewhere. The last thing he needed was to be yelled at by Madame Red for not reporting for his schedule because he was too busy getting an erection.

Alois leaped off the stool and went to the front desk, staring up at Madame Red. His nose scrunched up in distrust and he snatched the schedule from her hands, not bothering to say a word. He spun around and walked away from her quickly, not wanting to be around the woman for too long. The whore disliked being near the woman, she was frightening! Her hair was a blazing red, cut short and sharp and her eyes always seemed to have some sort of hurtful emotion. She acted like she knew much more than he and it scared him. The last thing Alois wanted was to be out smarted by a witch like her.

Of course, the blue-eyed boy would never say this out loud, for fear she would one day use it against him. If there was something that he didn't want happening other than loosing Claude, it would be suffering from blackmail by a person he distrusted.

"Hmmm," The blond read the first name to himself before finding the table with the label. He never got to hang around downstairs for free time like the other girls. When he was on break, he was with Claude, or getting an hour worth of sleep. There was no time for anything else; due to his busy schedules.

"Hello Mr. Luwing," Alois spoke in a soft tone as his hand traveled up the man's thigh, "it's your turn to come play with me." His voice was smooth, and tickled the ears of the men he spoke to with a sexual playfulness; it was all apart of his cute act. He giggled to himself when the man shot up, quickening his breath. The whore gave him a cute smile before holding his hand and leading the man up to his room.

First one until my break and I can see Claude again, Alois thought to himself, sighing before he opened the door and they were both inside, I just need to get through this and think of him.

So that finished up the first chapter! ^-^ I hope you've enjoyed it so far and I will be sure to update this soon! I do like where the story goes in my head... :)

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