Yah know, the more I write this, the more I start realising that writing dances is a little difficult. =(

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The hours passed by peacefully after that. I spent a little more time in my office, ruminating on my meeting with Ozpin.

Ozpin, last name unknown, head of the Beacon Lighthouse, the largest house of pleasure in Vale. Apparently he took what used to be a training academy for the Huntsman of old and turned it into a practical estate of enjoyment and pleasure. Had to respect that sort of ambition. From what I heard, he had quite literally dozens of women under his employ, not including all the security personnel, the servers, management and administration of finances, maintenance, housekeeping and god knows what else. Hundreds flocked to his business every day, and that was just domestically. Tourism added hundreds more. An international marvel.

And then there was little old me, with my five girls and House of Ecstasy. Thank god he at least appeared to like me, or tolerate me enough to let me do whatever I want. As long as I don't interfere with his shit, that is.

Sighing, I closed the notebook laid across my office table. Sat on the loveseat, Glynda had her legs crossed, Blake's head resting on her lap with a contemplative expression. Apparently Blake's performance went off without a hitch, and after checking the security cameras, the ones that were situated two storeys up and were powerful enough to zoom in on the serial numbers of a Lien note, I could agree, she performed well.

Blake had used her natural ability to keep a mysterious, neutral tone to her face to entice the audience. It gave her an air of mystique, and I knew that we would later be capitalising on it. While not quite as flexible as Neo, she was equally as acrobatic, and had twirled and swayed on the pole like a professional. Like Glynda, she had gone with a purple and black lingerie coloration, only she had gone with far more black. Interestingly, she left her midriff bare, and I'm pretty sure she had added some Menagerian Belly Dancing into the performance. It made the whole thing feel exotic.

Standing, I walked over to the pair, and sat on the arm of the loveseat.

"How are you Blake? I understand your first performance went well," I started. She looked up at me, but otherwise stayed resting.

"It was fine. I-, I guess I sort of pretended that no one was there, or that they were like, cardboard cutouts. I never imagined myself doing this work, so the adjustment from average girl to exotic dancer was, odd, I guess," she explained. Glynda sighed, her hand gently brushing through Blake's midnight hair, sympathetic to her feelings. I admit, I felt similarly.

"Whatever works for you, as long as it's healthy and keeps you calm, do whatever you need. Imagine everyone were actually peanuts for all I care. Adjust yourself however is best for you," I advised. She looked at me, and then to Glynda, who nodded in agreement. She turned over, and laid her cheek against the older woman's thigh.

"I never figured that my employer in this business would be so accommodating. You hear all sorts of horror stories about Vale and its homogeneity of lust. Maybe I'm just being hopeful, but so far things have been, if not explicitly comfortable, acceptable? Does that make sense?" She asked. Glynda decided to pipe up this time, perhaps it was some maternal instinct I knew nothing about, or maybe she just wanted to make the 19 year old girl's adjustment from citizen to performer easier, but she seemed to have taken a liking to Blake. I think it's a good thing that she did, everyone would be happier that way.

"My dear, there's plenty of terrible stories in Vale. Sadly some of the horror stories you heard are likely true. The employers themselves can be, well, a mixed bag. There are indeed some terrible businessmen out there, but Mr Eclair isn't quite as rare as you may think. I've been in this business for," She sighed, seeming to age a little right in front of me, "far too long, perhaps. I started when I was a few years younger than you in fact."

Blake and I both grimaced at that. Vale, sadly, was just as much a den of pain as it was pleasure. To Blake it sounded like a horror story, but to myself it was an all too common occurrence. If it wasn't girls as young as 14 selling themselves, it was boys just as young being drawn into the gang and criminal lifestyle.

Vale would always be my love, but she had her problems.

"The point I'm making is that there are employers who treat their girls well, but there are just as many that don't. Sadly, those that don't are the loudest, and make headlines far, far more often," Glynda further explained.

Blake, perhaps feeling vulnerable, sidled up to Glynda, wrapping her arms around the older woman, likely needing a source of comfort, which Glynda gladly reciprocated.

I knelt before them both, placing a hand over theirs and gently squeezing.

"This business is no cake walk. I hope for a bright, easy run for us all, but expect and plan for a rough road ahead. There will be no allowance for any of the girls under my employ to be abused, not by other staff, or by clientele. We have a zero tolerance policy for such behaviour. Neither you, nor Glynda, nor any of the other girls will be expected to put up with abuse, okay?" I assured her.

This business runs on the girls thriving. I could have the best food, drink and ambience in the city, but if my girls were unhappy with their work, it would be felt by the audience. All the work and money in the world wouldn't work if the girls were truly uncomfortable. It's why the average clubs and joints never moved above their station.

That and, well, I was many things, some good and bad, but I wasn't cruel to my workers.

Blake sighed comfortably, closing her eyes and laying her head in Glynda's mightily comfortable chest. A good place to rest your head if I'm honest, but I digress.

Giving both my girls a kiss, one to the forehead for Blake and one on the lips for Glynda, I walked out of my office and headed to the main dining area, now empty since we closed, but had Neo and the Twins, along with some servers and security guards, all eating some early breakfast. I had mine already in my office an hour earlier, but decided to grab a little snack, pulling up a chair and sitting between Neo and the Twins.

The Twin closest to me, who I believe to be Melanie, sidled up to me, smirking lavisciously.

"Hi sir~. Did we do good for you, was our performance up to snuff~?" She asked, running a hand up and down my bicep. Neo and who I think is Militia both leant forward, and looked at me with cheeky, questioning eyes. I chuckled good naturedly.

"Yes girls, you all did excellent. I'm sorry I couldn't see it with the audience, I was taken for a little discussion with someone. However, I checked the camera footage. Very well done, all of you," I say. It was apparently the right thing to say, as all three girls preened under my words, smiling triumphantly.

Neo and Melanie, being on either side of me, both placed their chins on either side of my shoulders, giggling happily. Militia pouted at being unable to join in, being on Melanie's other side.

I made to soothe her with a couple compliments, but stopped when I saw my head of security walking over.

Grover was his name, and he was the perfect head of my security. As strong as an ox, he was also exceptionally cunning, and noticed everything that happened in the building. His pale, scarred face added to his intimidation.

"Pardon the intrusion boss. I have to bring something to your attention," he said. Raising an eyebrow, I gestured for him to continue. "Got a young girl at our front door. Said she was looking for work."

Already, seriously? Something about this felt odd, and from the expressions Neo and the Twins all shared, I think they felt the same way.

"I'll be right back," I said, slowly standing. This was a little odd. I expected to get a few girls coming through wanting to work, but not on the first, or technically second, day! I thought it would be at least a couple weeks before someone would come in for work. Maybe she just wanted a serving or bartending job, but something in my gut told me it wasn't.

Grover and another guard led me to a side door, one used by staff and was cheekily hidden from the main audience. Once again, a little odd.

Exiting the House, I raised an eyebrow at the sight of the girl in front of me.

She was cute, no doubt. Short black hair that turned red at the tips, a light, almost pixie-like figure, and startling silver eyes. But my critical eyes clearly pointed out that this girl was a little young to be working here as a performer.

"Hello, I was told that you were looking for work? I'm the owner of this business, Franc Eclair. You are?" I asked her. She twitched and made to nervously shake my hand.

"Y-yes! My name is Ruby, R-Ruby Rose. I would like to work for you! P-please," she stuttered, grabbing at the hem of her skirt out of anxiousness. I looked at Grover, who looked back at me with an expression that told me that he found the situation just as odd as I did. I looked back to Ruby.

"And in what capacity do you intend to work for me? A server, wait staff, orrrr?" I asked, hoping against hope that she was just looking for your average hospitality work, and found my business a little intimidating on principle.

"A-as a dancer, sir! I recently moved here to Vale and really, really need to find some work, and I heard about a new business and thought you'd need more workers," she explained. I sighed, my hopes being crushed like a bug under a boot.

"And how old are you, Miss Rose?" I asked her.

"19 sir!" She answered. I raised my eyebrow at her, disbelieving. She wilted a little. "Okay, I actually only recently turned 18."

"Well for 18 you look awfully 17 to me," I said, causing her to wilt further. God dammit. I placed a hand on her shoulder good naturedly.

"Listen Ruby, take my advice. Don't get into this work, not now. When you become a legal adult, do what you want, but until then, just go to a normal restaurant and wait tables or something. The House of Ecstasy will not accept any underage girls into our employ," I explained. I could practically see her soul crumble a little.

"I swear I'll work hard! I just really need work soon. I'll take as many shifts as I can!" She tried to convince me, but I shook my head, just as stubborn.

"No Miss Rose, it's not gonna happen. I'm sorry, but I'm not the type to allow 17 year old girls to dance in skimpy clothes on a stage for a bunch of grown men. If you want, I'll even act as a reference for you, but it's best you search somewhere else. Try the restaurant on the corner of 23rd and Highland, I hear they're wanting some wait staff," I advised. She sniffled, but nodded her head in understanding. I gave her my business card to use as reference, and she took it gratefully, before shuffling off.

Sighing, I went back into the house, Grover and the other guard trailing behind. Breakfast was apparently over, as most everyone was gone, either to their next shift or home. Going up to the office, I found only Glynda, sitting at the loveseat still, but Blake was nowhere to be found.

"Blake just went back to her apartment, she clocked out just a few minutes ago," Glynda explained, seeing my questioning look before I could ask anything. I gave an 'ah,' before laying on the loveseat much like Blake had, my head resting on her lap. She tilted her head at me, placing a hand on my cheek.

"You seem to have aged in the 20 minutes since I last saw you. What happened, sir?" She asked, voice gentle. I kind of needed it honestly.

"Ah, some poor kid, only 17, came to our door really needing a job. Turned her away, obviously, but I can't help but feel a little shitty about it. I mean obviously I couldn't have her as a performer, but maybe as a bartender, server? Hell, as just a cleaning lady? I dunno," I told her. She nodded her head in understanding, brushing a few strands of my hair from my face.

"Now Franc, dear, you know as I do that this is no environment for a 17 year old. Even as just a cleaning girl, she'd be exposed to all kinds of things that she's just not ready for," she explained. I knew she was right, of course, no matter the work I gave Ruby, she would be exposed to the dirty side of Vale, and of this business. I made no pretence that things would get rough eventually.

"You're right, of course, you're always right. Smartest lady I've ever met," I said, chuckling softly. She smiled down at me, her beautiful face easing my worries.

Ever since I met her 6 months ago, I've been glad to have Glynda around. Her experience has been paramount in the construction of this House. We met each other at a bus stop, not a week after she had voluntarily left the Beacon Lighthouse.

Somehow we had struck up a conversation, and I ended up telling bits and pieces of my plan, which eventually led to her offering her wisdom in the industry. One of the best decisions I ever made.

Leaning up, I placed my lips against hers, the both of us just melting into the kiss for a while. After a moment, we changed positions, now with me on top and her just under me.

"What would I do without you, hm?" I asked her, causing her to giggle. She rolled her eyes at me, wrapping her arms around my shoulders.

"I'm sure you would have thought of something," she said, but I kissed her once again to silence that train of thought. Honestly I doubt that I would have thought of anything that was half as good as what she came up with. Her lips tasted a little like grapes, likely due to her lip balm, drawing a moan out of me.

Pulling her up until we were both in a sitting position, her firmly planted on my lap, I leant my head down and kissed at the soft skin of her neck, the sound of her soft sighs filling the room.

Our hands weren't idle either, as she shed my jacket and shirt from my body, leaving me bare chested, whereas mine were running down her sides to her rear, where I squeezed her amply backside to my heart's content.

"D-, don't you have to sleep, Franc?~ You've been up for so long- OH~!" She began, only to be cut off when I slapped her ass, causing her to pout at me. Chuckling, I kissed her in apology, my left hand tracing up her back, and pulling down the zipper to her skin tight, black dress. Sleep could wait.

I suddenly found myself being pushed down, her hands on my shoulders. Slowly, tantalisingly, she pushed off the straps to her dress, holding the front, covering her incredible breasts, teasing me.

"Cruel woman," I muttered, causing her to giggle. Perhaps feeling merciful, she shimmied her top half out of the dress, totally exposing her upper body. 37 years young, and I could swear that she was still the most beautiful woman in the House.

Glynda wrapped an arm around her midriff, pushing up her tits for my enjoyment. And to further incentivise me, curled a single finger, beckoning me to dive in.

As if I even needed to think twice about it.

"Ah~, you really love these hm~?" She asked me, her voice breathy and getting a little shaky. Her right nipple was in my mouth, my tongue working it over. The sound of her whimpers galvanised me further, my hand groping the other tit, and god Glynda seemed to be loving it.

I bit, nibbled and kissed the sweet little nub, drawing the sweetest sounding whimpers from the woman above me. I couldn't tell you how long I stayed like that, worshipping the absolute goddess in front of me, but it could just as easily have been hours as it could have been minutes.

Glynda's hand held my hand, and slowly pulled my head back and off her chest, only for her lips to make contact with mine. When she pulled back, I enjoyed the sight of her full body as she stood, before she shimmied out of the dress, letting it fall to the ground. Her whole, gorgeous body was on display, that beautiful figure drawing my eyes across every inch. There were a couple of stretch marks across her sides, but that hardly mattered to me. I was never bothered by such trifling details.

She strutted over to my desk, and bent over, shaking her ass to entice me. I hardly had to be convinced, almost jumping off the loveseat and almost ripping my pants off in my haste. Hey, you have a model worthy woman bent over your desk and you practise some patience.

"Such an impatient young man~," she whispered, eyeing me over her shoulders with a luscious smirk. Her beautiful heart shaped ass was incredibly soft in my hands, and I spent a moment just enjoying the feeling of my hands on that perfect rear. I didn't wait too long however, pressing the tip of my cock against her warm entrance.

Holding her hips, I sunk myself into her cunt, drawing a hot moan out of both of us. No matter if it was the 10th time or the 1st time, her warm folds always welcomed me in, every time. Sweating, our moans filled the room, accompanied by the sound of my hips meeting her ass at the end of every thrust.

"Ah~, ah~, ah~, fuck~" she whimpered. I loved that about her, she didn't scream in pleasure as we fucked, but she whimpered, mewled and panted with need. It drove me fucking crazy!

Grabbing her shoulder with one, I pounded her from behind at a new angle, drawing fresh moans out of her. Her insides were so fucking warm, you could just melt into her.

"You're the best fucking woman Glynda, absolutely fucking gorgeous," I whispered, her whole body shuddering at my words.

"Fuck, p-pound me, please~," She begged, and who I was to refuse?

Swiftly, I pulled out, ignoring the little voice telling me to ram my cock balls deep back into her for a moment, and turned her over onto her back. Claiming her lips for myself, I re-entered her hot cunt and got back to thrusting my hips. Our hands traced up each other's bodies, nails digging into flesh whilst wet slap sounds filled the room, her eyes staring into mine with a base need. Her hand gripped mine, leading it down to her spot, causing my thumb to brush against her clit.

"Please, rub my clit while you fuck me, baby~. I need to cum on your dick, please~!" She begged, her whimpers and moans reaching a new crescendo as I obliged, the precious little nub being lavished with attention from my thumb.

Whimpering, moaning, lust and the sensation of pleasurable touch filled our senses, a basal hypnotism born of instincts sharpened by the sinful extravagance of Vale leading us to a rocking finish, both our bodies electrified by a mutual orgasm. Thank god she was on the pill, I could never pull out of her warmth, especially with the way her long legs wrapped around my waist, keeping me locked in place.

The only way someone couldn't hear the sound of moans in response to our orgasms was through us shoving our tongue down the others throat, and even then it wasn't a certainty. Fuck, what was it about her that made her taste amazing in my mind?

Panting, we both laid on the desk, red faced and out of breath. I placed a hand to her cheek, and gently turned her head to face me.

"The House is always welcome to you, Glynda. I offered it once, and I'll offer it one more time. You can put your name on the deed, and we can be co-owners. You put just as much work into this business as I did," I offered, only for her to shake her head, a small smile gracing her features.

"You are far too romantic for your own good, silly man. I'm content with what I have, so long as you give it to me," she whispered. Once again our lips met, though this kiss was filled less with lust and more with a sort of adoration. Perhaps she was right, maybe I was a little soft, especially for what can be a cutthroat business in a city known for swallowing dreams. I think it would be worth it however. Or maybe I was just a fool.