A/N: Alrighty…I went back and did a preview of this story, you know live preview…and there's these non-boldface A/N's from the last story on here! What the heck is going on? Why are they there? It's freaky… I can deleate them though…but still…it keeps happening.
Anyways, read on my friends!
A/N 2: Okay, I SAW IT. And Deleated it! GRR! WHAT IS WRONG WITH THIS THING!?
Sun seeped through the thin dingy curtains of the two girl's bedroom. Lauren was the first to open her eyes to see the pale light in the room. She also noticed that the wallpaper color was an opaque green. And the yellow stains and mildew spots were not that very pleasant.
She quickly got out of bed and found her clothing from yesterday. While dressing she soon smelled bacon, eggs, and porridge from out the door. Breakfast!
Elizabeth immediately woke up with a happy face, jumping out of the bed to get dressed quickly to find the scrumptious food.
"Good morning!" Lauren said, whereupon Elizabeth grumbled a response and shot out the bedroom door. Lauren followed.
As soon as they went into the kitchen, they remembered where they were living and working.
A bar and brothel. Though they just were working the bar part, not the brothel.
Hopefully.
The kitchen was grimy and not that clean. There was stoves and ovens of course, with pots of soup being made by some old ladies for dinner and such. There was also a few of the chefs making in large pans obviously bacon, scrambled eggs and over another stove fire toast. There was on the counter butter and milk in bottles and a pot of steaming oatmeal.
There was the table where they made breads and such all cleared up and set with dirty plates and silverware, the forks missing a few prongs and the knives bent. There, the girls that they met in the dressing room were yakking and chatting over bowls of some-what green oatmeal. There was also steaming mugs of burned coffee but obviously they didn't mind. In fact for some of the girls who obviously had hang-overs the coffee might help them make it.
Then, they saw a rat.
He wasn't Ratigan however. He was tall like a rat, long snout, bigger nose, pointier ears, and a naked tail. He had orange-ish fur and orange hair, along with a few freckles. He was a youngster and hauled in a keg of beer.
Elizabeth stiffened, staring at the cute boy rat who set the keg down and rolled up the sleeves of his stained white shirt. Then, the rat went over to a stool the corner with a plate of eggs which the chefs were dishing out.
Whilst Lauren found a seat at the table inspecting her rusty tableware, Elizabeth just stared and blushed at the young rat. Young like herself, and a rat like herself.
Lauren hissed, getting Elizabeth's attention as she hurriedly sat down next to Lauren and started eating eggs and bacon like a storm, though she kept her eyes on the sad youngster who attracted her attention.
The chatter broke as Kitty waltzed in.
Elizabeth and Lauren gasped as she waddled in wearing her blue robe, complete with large scratches making holes through it, along with a few on her skin. She waltzed in woozily and her knees were buckling but she remained tall. It also didn't help that a pair of black of black men's boxers, rather large, were around her foot, and hickeys on her pale throat and exposed thigh.
Obviously, to Lauren and Elizabeth's ideals and knowledge she obviously had wild sex last night. She sold herself all the time as they noticed. They went back to their bacon to grimly eat it as Kitty slurred 'Good morning' and sat down at the head of the table.
But, unfortunately the girls discovered who she slept with.
"Good morning gooooood morning!" Ratigan burst through the door Kitty had come out of, wearing a red robe that was off his furry, thick shoulders and messed up hair on his head. His black slippers has a few holes and lips stick stains were on his face. However he remained dashing and happy and pulled out a comb to quickly comb his slick hair and began his trotting over to Kitty's chair.
The girls said good morning back except for the stupidities Lauren and Elizabeth. The rest all giggled and started fawning over Ratigan.
"Well well darling…that was certainly useful last night…" Ratigan purred into her ear. Kitty smirked and kissed his nose.
"Glad to rid you of any stress you have, dear." Kitty said in a sultry voice. Honey and Ivy, who were next to her stared purring and leaning against Ratigan. Lauren and Elizabeth thought they were going to throw up right then and there.
"Oh, but you have to give me something…it's around your foot." He growled erotically and snuck his hand under the table and pulled off her foot his underwear, waving it and stuffing it in his pocket. His hand smacked her rump, which could plainly be seen by Kitty's squeak and body shook form Ratigan's strong smack.
"You naughty boy…call me if you need my anytime!" Her paws started massaging his hand as he turned away and started humming, leaving the kitchen.
"Oh…Bunny, Canary…" Ratigan purred at them with an evil smile. "You'll be waitresses from 4:30 till 7:00. Then you'll put on a show, which Ben and the maestro will discuss with you. Practice girls, practice!" He gave a laugh, which seemed unnecessarily scary and left, going through the door back into whatever place that door led too.
Elizabeth didn't feel like finishing her oatmeal. Lauren shook the glass she was holding that held some old milk.
"Scared?" Honey leaned over and giggled louder.
"Kitty…slept…with…Ratigan…Is that n-normal?" Lauren stuttered in her chair.
"He's slept with all of us, honey! Though he prefers Kitty…but I see his eyes, and they're wandering more towards you both." Honey purred and puckered her lips.
Elizabeth sunk into her chair as the rest laughed at them.
"HIM? He's…BIG! And a-and…" Elizabeth wailed.
"He's hired us! We get money, we are happy! Besides, he's not that bad of a lover…passionate, a bit violent but it makes things exciting here…" Ivy sighed with Honey at the same time, obviously thinking of the last time they spent the evening with Ratigan…
Meanwhile as the girls were reliving passionate moments Lauren and Elizabeth had stood up and were ready to run back to their rooms.
"So…we're only dancers and servers…we're not…going to go into whoring…" Elizabeth was wide eyed with fear.
"Well…perhaps…but it can't be for certain…but I'm sure you girls won't!" Kitty had stood up and interrupted what the other two were about to say. She gave a slight wink at Honey and Ivy, and they winked back.
"Trust me, you won't be going into such vulgar behavior to earn your fortune, nor will you ever employ yourself to that…bastard Ratigan." Kitty laughed, right when Elizabeth and Lauren ran out the door.
The hallway was a short while to their room, where they would feel safe from the explosion of vulgar-ness they witnessed. That is, till they ran into a woman, hurting all their heads as they collided.
"I'm sorry. I was just on my way to breakfast." The woman said.
"Sorry! We were just on our way to hide! Did you know Ratigan SLEEPS with them?" Elizabeth gasped, freaked out and looking at the mouse on the floor with them after falling over.
"Yes.." She sighed. She pulled her black hair out of her face, fixing up her unusual red outfit.
"And did you know that maybe our job will force us to become prostitutes if Ratigan was a very cruel person?" Lauren stood up and started chewing her fingers in nervousness.
"Yes…he forced me…" Again the dark mouse lady sighed, standing up to dust off her apron.
"And he might…r-rape us?" Elizabeth squealed, clearly not used to the whole sex-is-in-the-real-world thing, which she was raised that sex-is-the-8th-deadly-sin in the orphanage.
"Yes…he does do that sometimes…" She glumly looked at them with dark eyes.
They were silent, never expecting that they were working here at all with dangerous mice and especially rats and disgusting principles.
"Well…my name is Lauren. I'm new here, obviously." Lauren stuck out her hand where the other mouse shook it.
"I'm Anette. I've been here for around a year. I'm a gypsy dancer and…harlot."
"And I'm Elizabeth." She shook Anette's hand with her jaw set.
"A pleasure to meet you. I hope perhaps…you might escape someday. You've gotten yourself in a pickle being here. Eventually you'll either succumb to the wild pleasure of London nightlife or…you'll be like me. I get picked on, clean up everything and still have to work like they do."
"Well we thought we'd be just dancing, that's it! Not…well he won't make us do whoring! Right?" Elizabeth nervously twiddled her thumbs.
Kitty poked her head through a door, winking at Anette. Unfortunately the two girls didn't see.
"Of course you won't be hookers. They wouldn't let you young girls be used that way." Anette sighed. Elizabeth and Lauren gave a happy sigh of relief that…they thought…they wouldn't be forced to do things against their will.
They thought, who wouldn't force them? Why, it's against the law to force people to do bad things!
"Hey new girls!" the Irish mouse called. Elizabeth's heart fluttered as she turned and saw him, blushing as Lauren looked at the rat.
"Yes?" Lauren said, still slightly shaken from breakfast.
"Well…I'd thought I'd introduce myself, m'ams. I'm Ben Tiwilliker and I'm basically the handy man here…I'm to bring you to the band to discuss the shows you're doing." Ben took off his green moth-eaten cap and came out in the open. He was tall and skinny, the build of a lean rat, dirty and definitely the handyman.
Elizabeth and Lauren soon followed, going into the somewhat lighted interior of the bar. There was no one save a few drunks at the bar, Mickey Finn smiling at them, and the band, sorting piles of lyrics for them.
"Hello there! So, what's your names?" The maestro, leaping up from the piano said.
"Well…my name's Lauren…"
"Nope! You're stage names! That's all we need to know." One of the trombone players interrupted.
"Oh…well, it's Bunny…and my friend is known as Canary." Lauren sighed. Elizabeth was too busy ogling Ben who was shyly standing next to them.
"Alrighty! Now…what are your talents?"
"Dancing…harp, singing." Lauren said.
"Dancing also, piano and of course singing." Elizabeth giggled.
The band master was thoughtful, taking a swig of whiskey before pulling out some music.
"Do you know 'Big Spender'? You'll be singing that with Kitty in the chorus at 10:00 PM every night…as for you both I have instructions from Kitty and Prof. Ratigan they discussed last night that you are to do 'The Nightingales' as a duet. And…steps and stuff we'll teach you. Anette did this before with her first partner before…her partner left." The maestro sighed and went on stage as Anette did, glumly following.
Hindered with the thought that how Ratigan and Kitty discussed their job, and Anette's partner spoken with grief, they watched as Anette and the maestro went through the dance steps with them. It was rather simple and the girls within the hour got the steps, poses, words and such.
By then they were a bit exhausted from tapping away and such. The maestro finally called it a day and left with the band, and Ben was busy fixing the lights.
Tired, the three girls headed to Lauren and Elizabeth's rooms to slouch and talk. Dancing made them forget in those precious moments that they were in a dangerous position.
Lauren flopped on the bed while Elizabeth did the same. Anette found a musty old chair to collapse in.
"So 'The Nightingales' we have to do at 7:15?" Lauren gasped.
"Yeah…right after Anette's gypsy number." Elizabeth said.
"Yes…Then after my witnessing turn at midnight…I'll have to report to the whorehouse." Anette sighed.
"Can't you just tell Ratigan that you don't want to work there?" Elizabeth sat up and looked at the saddened Anette.
"I tried…he beat me with a riding crop. Then for a month I worked double time. It's in the contract I signed to work as such. I can't escape it." She covered her face with her hands.
Elizabeth and Lauren looked long and hard at her. She was utterly miserable. They themselves felt miserable that she was miserable. They were miserable…because perhaps their contracts would force them if Ratigan so wanted to become prostitutes!
Which, of course, is a lowly, terrible profession for anyone, man or woman. Especially to two young virgins who got themselves into this pickle in innocent desperation.
They sincerely hoped that this profession which Anette, who was forced to, beaten and getting used and basically raped every night would not come to them.
They hoped.
A/N: People who got spiked tea: 1. vv –sobs-
A person BESIDES ForeverACharmedOne will get TWO cups of tea spiked with either Bourbon, Sherry, dope or dirt.
As for this story…did I make Ratigan a bit too…weird? Next chapter will make him even weirder so hold unto your bunny slippers…
Shoys.