5
The day was alive with laughter, drunken rambling and moaning of all kinds in the brothel. The men who had me today were a mixture of different kinds. Some wanted to be rough and call me every name in the book they could think of to demean me. Others had to be taught how to fuck a negro whore. Others were confident in what they wanted. It was all the same, feeling them inside me. It just felt like something was just inside me. There was no real feeling.
But I moaned and panted and did what I was told nonetheless to make them feel good. Whatever would make them feel good. But of course, there was always one who ruined the flow of the day.
"YOU FUCKING WHORE YOUR JOB IS TO DO WHAT YOU'RE TOLD!" the pudgy, fat bottom lipped man said as he wiggled the whip in front of me. I've been whipped but he brought his own whip with metal tips. That would tear more flesh off my back then I was used to. Then who would want me then and how would I be able to make money. I tensed, shaking with a mixture of anger and fear.
"You will not whip me with that thing!" I shouted making sure to keep a good amount of space between us. My dress was torn from him grabbing at me and me smacking all over his face minutes before.
"You fucking black bitch, how dare you talk back to me!" he snapped. The door opened swiftly and in came Mr. Heisenberg.
"What is the problem?" he boomed looking between us. The man looked at him then me and then him again pointing at me.
"She won't let me tie her to the window and whip her like she's supposed to!" he tattled. Mr. Heisenberg's eyes cut over to me and then to the man.
"Metal whips are not allowed in the establishment." he said. The fat man scoffed.
"Establishment please this is a whore house." he said. Mr. Heisenberg's face just stared at him, eyes dead and calm as was his face.
"Get out." he commanded. The man stuttered in disbelief.
"Me! I paid good money to do whatever I wanted to this whore!" he said pointing at me angrily. I immediately took twenty and some change he gave me and threw it at his feet.
"Take it then!" I spat and he looked at me angrily.
"How dare you, you fucking nigger bitch!" he said taking steps toward me. However, Mr. Heisenberg was behind him just as quick. He placed both his bear like hands on the man's shoulders and just spun him around and pushed him out of my room. Now the German was between he and I. The man tried to take a swing at him and the new caretaker dodged and slammed his fist right into his face. The man flew back and hit the wall, blood pouring out of his nose immediately. He just slid down to the ground. Two of Mr. Heisenberg's men approached looking at the bloody faced man.
The large man didn't have to say anything at all. He just nodded to his men and they grabbed the fat man and dragged him away.
"My first day here and already you're the one to give me trouble, fräulein." he said looking down at me as he raised his hand to see blood on his knuckles. I swallowed some and looked up at him.
"Thank you." I said genuinely. "I owe you one time in my bed should you ever wish to try me." It was the least I could do for him saving me long hours of excruciating pain. I didn't expect him to take me up on my offer, but at least I was showing gratitude.
He looked me over some and raised his knuckles to his mouth and I watched as his tongue slid over the top of his hand licking the blood away. Without anything else he moved toward the door walking smoothly without a care in the world. He stopped in front of the door and placed his hand on the knob and closed it with himself still inside. He turned his eyes on the ground where the man's money still was.
"A win win for both of us." he replied lowly and began to unbutton his vest. I couldn't hide the fact I was stunned that he was actually taking me up on my offer…
Normal POV
Shauna was walking through the brothel happy at the moaning and the smells of sex and sweat that was wafting around her building. Everyone sounded happy. Money was being made. She peaked in on some rooms and all was going as it should. One of her girls was pleasuring a man with her mouth while another was ramming into her from behind. Two girls were servicing another man where one girl was sitting on the man's face moaning out as the other went down on the man's cock. Shauna smirked. Even all the foreign girls were working well. Very good. All the non-whites were a delicacy to the men who had fantasies of using them for their own needs. She was making her way to the front when she noticed two of her caretaker's men dragging some man out.
She glared at the unconscious man but did not question the two Germans. She trusted their judgement. After they threw him out and went back to their business, the doors opened again and in came Bill Butcher and three of his men. Shauna was immediately cautious, but she kept her composure as she moved over to greet the handsomely dressed men.
"Bill. Back so soon?" she asked her face slowly falling into a glare. "There are no Dead Rabbits here." Bill eyed her with his one good eye.
"And how pray tell do you know that?" he asked. Shauna knew deep down she didn't know, but she would say anything to avoid bloodshed in her brothel. She kept her hands on her hips and clenched her jaw.
"A woman knows… besides shouldn't you gentlemen be at work yourselves?" she asked. Most of the Natives had day jobs when not striking fear into the hearts of The Five Points. Bill just smiled at her as he gave a mild nod.
"I want to talk to that girl again. The black whore who can read." he said. Shauna looked him over some already knowing who he meant.
"Why?" she asked. Bill's face dropped.
"I didn't know I answered to you." he stated.
"In my brothel you sure as hell do." she snapped. Bill's jaw tightened as he looked around some.
"Yeah I can see where she gets it now." he muttered. Shauna was confused by his words but didn't comment on it.
"Minnie is with a customer most likely." she said and Bill just huffed.
"That's okay, I'll only be a minute." he stated and walked around her toward the stairs. She stuttered and watched him walk up the stairs. Bill moved calmly up the stairs. A woman came down the stairs holding some older man's hand and the two were laughing like a newlywed couple. But the woman's dress was down exposing her breasts and the man's pants were unzipped. Bill watched them giving a toxic smile before looking back up. He had more questions for the whore, Minerva, or that's the excuse he gave himself for being at the whorehouse and not at his shop carving up meat right now.
She wasn't like the other darkies he saw on the street. He would never admit this to anyone, but she was honestly the first negress he had had a conversation with. And she was fiery. Bill wasn't used to it that much was for sure. He could have easily had her throat slit after the uppity attitude she showed him yesterday before she left. His men were looking at him as if asking permission to kill her. But Bill shook his head and allowed her to live. She had sand and what was more impressive, that Bill would never admit to anyone let another a negro, was that she could a read. A negro who could read. Could she write too? Could she do the things a white man could do? He would soon find out.
As he reached the top, he noticed most of the rooms had their doors closed and filled with panting and moaning. He had no problem opening a door and that he did. The whore and two men in bed jumped in shock. Bill looked at the woman specifically.
"Minnie where she at?" he asked. The woman was babbling some in shock. "What you can't hear? Her room where is her room?"
"Last door on the left." she said and Bill dipped his head giving another toxic smirk.
"Bene." he replied and closed the door. As Bill walked down the long hall, he found himself somewhat curious, curious of what the whore was doing. He was sure she would be with someone and he realized now he had never seen a negro in such a sexual position. He's been with whores and he's seen whores doing things that would even make a nun cry, but they were all white women. How did a negro look without clothes, in that position? Bill would never think of a negro man in that position, the thought itself disgusted him enough to make his stomach churn. But a negress, that was entirely different.
He's heard stories. He's heard their bodies were different, their cunts were tight and could suck you right in if not careful. Others say they could put spells on you and make you lust after them for all of eternity.
Bill wasn't stupid. He knew men just lusted for the girls they could never be seen in public with. But still it made him curious. When he came upon the last door on the left, he paused and turned and could hear movement inside. Slowly he took hold of the door knob and cracked the door open and already his eyes widened. There she was, naked, hair wild as she was on top of some large muscle-bound man. Her hips ground into the man's, his hands gripping her large breasts. Bill's eyes widened more at the sound of her lustful moans and pants. She had nice curves and a round ass you'd need two hands hold onto one cheek it looked like.
The sight alone was unlike anything The Butcher had ever seen. The man she rode was huge and bucked his hips into her, grunting and panting lowly. He leaned up and kissed her hard and she moaned into his lips, wrapping her arms around his neck.
Jenny was just coming out of the room across from Minerva when she saw Bill. For a moment she smiled and took a step forward in hopes to greet him, but when she saw who he was looking at her smile fell with discouragement. Her old caretaker didn't seem to notice she was there or anyone for that matter. Silently she looked down and stepped back inside her room closing the door.
Bill couldn't deny he was completely enthralled by the sight before him. Just when he thought there was nothing more in life he could experience except killing Priest Vallon, a new fascination had grown inside him. His jaw clenched once more as he could feel his trousers start to tighten the more he watched the two inside move. She moved with such power, her moans sweet and innocent. The man gripped her hips and swung her onto the bed, placing her on his hands and knees.
Oh yes he was a large man, one Bill already saw as a threat. He took her like a bitch in heat and she accepted his cock right inside her. She gripped the bed sheets, crying out in what looked like absolute bliss. Bills eyes fluttered some as he felt his hand slowly reach down to his pants. Slowly he palmed himself through his clothes as he watched the two continue to move as one. The sight alone was making his own cock stand at attention, but it was her moans, that was really bringing him to the edge of madness.
Bill liked a girl who moaned not too much, not too little, but just enough to match the thrusts.
'What the fuck are you doing!' his brain was shouting to him. He had never done something like this before especially not in public. If anyone saw him who knows what that would do to his image. But he couldn't help the thoughts that slipped into his head. He already was imagining himself riding her from behind and that made him palm himself a bit faster as if trying to match the speed of that lucky son of a bitch's thrusts.
Her moans were increasing now. She was getting close. Fuck he was getting close. The man leaned over her holding him close to her as he continued to ram into her. She let out a hard yell of utter goodness and immediately Bill could feel himself spilling into his trousers. That alone brought him out of his trance. He stepped away from the door and silently cursed down at his pants. Luckily, he could only feel it but see no stains. He merely turned and quickly left down the hall, anger flaring on his face for the embarrassment that she caused him. He would make her pay of that he had no doubt.
Minerva's POV
Woah. That was incredible. I don't think I had ever had a German before, but Lord Mr. Heisenberg was something else. I was honestly exhausted, but I had no time to be exhausted. I was sliding on my dress as he was sliding on his pants and then his white buttoned-down shirt and then the vest. There was nothing more to really say so I just moved over to my mirror to make myself presentable for the next John.
"You're quite a woman, fräulein." he said as if impressed. I turned to look at him, hair falling over my face some.
"What is… that word?" I asked. He grinned.
"it's a German word, means young lady." he said and I nodded slowly. Once we were both dressed, I moved to the door and opened it for him giving him a curt nod.
"Thank you again for earlier." I replied and he nodded.
"Just doing my job. Try not to get into any more trouble, Minerva." he replied giving a slight smirk. All I could do was nod.
"Yes sir, I'll try not to." I replied before watching him leave and closing the door behind him. I took a second to just gather my thoughts one what just happened. Was he allowed to sleep with the women here on the job? Guess that doesn't really matter as long as he was doing his job. I moved to pick the money up off the ground and hide it.
As I hid it in my desk again, I glanced toward the window and saw flashes of red leaving the brothel. My eyes widened as I leaned up and looked over to see it was none other than Bill Cutting. My eyes widened as he was quickly moving down the street. He was here? I shook my head of him already. He didn't bother me today so that's what mattered.