6

Although the brothel was open to most, anyone who wasn't white had to come during certain hours of the night or early before white men awoke. There was no way a white man could fuck a whore while a negro or Chinese was in the room beside him possibly defiling a white woman. To avoid bloodshed, the races of customers would forever remain separated. But it was not only the colored who had to move with secrecy through the brothel, but the rich as well would come a calling.

"Alright ladies, I need ten of you: five whites, three yellow and two blacks. We are being paid well to amuse some rich folks. Of course, these are all men. One guest is wanting one of the two black girls to have sex with him while a few other eyes watch." she informed. Usually the high paying customer picks their girls in dead of night or in the morning before even the negros come in. They want no one to know they were there dirtying up their own bloodlines. I've been chosen numerous times by one man, Mr. Schermerhorn, when he'd arrive, but he was not among the men who came this round, so I wasn't chosen. Shauna did not escort the girls this time, but rather one of Mr. Heisenberg's men escorted the women. The rules were everyone met in one house so that way all the girls left together.

It was hot out today, and so I took the time along with some of the other girls to bathe out in the bath. Some of the other women would go to the public bath houses. Those not permitted bathed together out back in large buckets full of warm water. Some of the white girls didn't mind bathing with the rest of us. Mr. Heisenberg watched from the back deck, his large hat tilted down, as he rocked back in his chair. The heat was warm on our skin and I ran some water over my neck. When I finished with the small bar of soap, I passed it along to the other girls.

"I'm actually jealous of those girls who got to go work for the rich today." Mary replied. I arched a brow at her.

"You are?" I asked and she nodded.

"Well yeah. Think of all that money they're making." she teased and I grinned and chuckled and moved to splash her with some of the water. She squealed and splashed me back. Some of the water hit, Elizabeth behind me and she gasped, her pale back now colored with fiery red hair as she turned and began to join in the splashing. Now all of us were splashing each other and laughing.

"What is the matter with you girls, wasting all that water now." Shauna replied as she stood in front of the back-door hands on her hips. Our laughter died down and we all looked at her. I noticed Mr. Heisenberg was glancing up in my direction. We all apologized and Shauna looked at the German.

"And you didn't stop them." she said hitting his shoulder softly. Mr. Heisenberg looked at her with mild annoyance.

"What do you want me to do, bend each one of them over my knee and spank them?" he asked. I noticed the white women giggled at the thought, but the others just looked away as if embarrassed. Shauna scoffed.

"No, but make sure they aren't being wasteful. We need to get the other girls bathed as well. Come let's move!" she stated, and we all pouted and nodded moving to dry off with our towels. I was now in a yellow dress. It was thin and outlined the entire curves of body. My hair was down and bouncy, my curls tight and some of it was pinned back.

"When are you going to take an iron to that hair?"

I turned from my desk to see Jenny leaning in the door way, arms crossed. I scoffed and looked back to my mirror, rubbing some scented oil on my chest.

"When you tell a white woman to iron her curls." I said flatly. She shook her head and looked away and I glanced at her reflection.

"I had a visit with Bill Cutting a few days ago. He knew Priest Vallon was here… I wonder how he knew that?" I asked. She shrugged.

"Beats me." she replied before turning and lazily walking away to her room. I just shook my head wondering why she had such bite when around me. I assumed it was because I was a negress but I knew that wasn't it. She's been cordial and civilized with the other blacks and even the Chinese. I looked at my curls for a moment noticing they weren't tight like Mary or some of the other girls. They weren't like white women's curls, loose and tamed. My hair was thick which is why I always had it braided when not working. But men liked the thought of a wild haired negro woman riding them like an animal.

There was a knock on the door and I saw it was Mr. Heisenberg. He didn't look too pleased, but then again, he never looked happy.

"Come to bend me over your lap?" I asked. His mask cracked into a short smirk and he looked away. I smiled gently.

"Your services are required." he replied. My smiled some and moved into curiosity.

"Only me? I'm being presented?" I questioned. He gave a curt nod.

"Come." he said and I moved to put my robe around me. I moved to do the door and Mr. Heisenberg only stepped out of the way just a bit, but with his body so large, my shoulder hit his and I paused in in the door way, and looked down at the ground behind the heal of his boot. I could his eyes on me and for some reason I couldn't look up at him. He was hinting at something but I couldn't figure out what. He stepped out of the way and let me through and I moved into the hallway.

He followed me through the hall and down the stairs.

"Who asked for me?" I asked looking up at Mr. Heisenberg. Now he did frown.

"Eine einheimische Fotze." he said. I didn't know what he said, but from the aggression in his tone, I knew it was not good. As I reached the bottom of the stairs my entire body tensed as I saw who it was. Bill Cutting himself. I swallowed some as he stood in the doorway, tall and proud, of what I did not know. Maybe to be a pure bread American.

He was dressed up all nice, top hat tall as ever. He was looking around when he finally saw me. The look on his face was unreadable. He looked like he had some sort of agenda. I slowly approached him, the sound of Mr. Heisenberg's boots matching my steps. Once I was close enough to Bill for my own comfort I stopped. Mr. Heisenberg walked around me and moved to the doorway of the presenting rooms. Bill's eyes followed him for a moment and I could see the clear hostility in the stairs alone of these two men. I swallowed some thinking it was best I do something to get this going.

"You asked for me?" I asked, and that drew Bill's attention back to me and he just looked me over. Why was he here? What was his secret purpose for being here? Maybe he had more questions and decided to come here himself instead of sending his men to get me. Like I do most of the men who choose me, I raised my hand to Bill with my palm out. He looked at my hand for a moment, eyeing it as waiting to see if something happened. But after a few seconds he raised his and moved it to mine. He paused once his palm was right over mine, as if he wasn't entirely sure but then he placed his calloused hand in mine. His thumb immediately moved over the side of my hand as if curious. He nodded slowly.

"Soft." he said as if approving. I nodded my head in a slight bow and let my fingers curl over his hand and I began to take a few steps back. It was an instinct to smile at my Johns to show happiness that I was chosen. But for Bill I couldn't fake this smile. Something in the pit of my stomach said not to lie to this man about anything I did. I turned and began to lead him toward the stairs. If anything, I was leading myself to my death.

I haven't forgotten the disrespect I had shown Bill the past weekend when we last met. To get smart with any white man was reason enough to kill a colored. Maybe Bill had been thinking about how a negress berated him in front of other whites this entire time. Maybe he was going to make me pay and kill me in my own bed. I took a few breaths and prayed to the almighty himself on the way to my room. Death was better than living life as being seen as an animal… as nothing. I led him to my room and once inside he closed the door slowly. I stiffened and looked at him.

"If you're going to kill me, I ask you do it fast. I will not beg you for my life." I replied. Bill stared at me now, almost amused.

"Trust me if I was going to kill you, you wouldn't be alive now." he said and I just swallowed.

"So… why are you here?" I asked. He looked at me almost bewildered himself.

"You a whore ain't you?" he asked. I blinked rapidly and nodded. "So you do what whores do."

I was still staring at him very thrown off as to what he was wanting. Yet I couldn't help but wonder why the crazy Nativist leader was wanting what he wanted from me. He looked up now as if annoyed before moving his finger between me and him.

"Jesus Christ, you and I are going to fuck!" he stated. Before I could comment, that I clearly understood that, he reached into his coat pocket and walked up to me and grabbed my hand. He opened it and placed fifty dollars in my palm. "There I have paid you for a service and you will do whatever is worth this amount of money I paid you. Understand?"

I looked at the large amount of money before looking back up at Bill.

"Yes sir." I replied. He nodded.

"Good." he said stepping back and held his arms out. "Do your worst. Undress me."

I nodded and moved to put the money away where I usually kept my cash. I looked at myself in the mirror for a second. This was no ordinary John I was sleeping with. This was a dangerous man who was very outspoken of how he saw himself and how he saw those who looked like me. I couldn't dwell anymore on why he chose me, but I would do what I had to do to please him so I could come through this alive.

Author's Notes

Eine einheimische Fotze- A Native cunt