You Name It, I Play It

by **Nylah Shepherd** on June 28th, 2019, 7:09 am

10 Summer 519 AV

Brega's House - Evening

Working at Brega’s meant variable shifts. Nylah could be on duty from a couple bells to a whole evening and into the morning. It all depended on how many clients there were, if she was asked for specifically, and other similar factors. There were always a handful of whores to choose from, both male and female, so Nylah wasn’t always busy or always asked for. Sometimes, her shift would begin abruptly when a customer askes Brega for her specifically. That rarely happened, though; Nylah wasn’t one of the best the business could offer.

After a client or two, Nylah usually had plenty of time to relax, maybe have a snack or take a nap if she needed. If it was slow, she could even have enough time to change out of her revealing uniform and wash it if it needed to be. Out of the uniform, and in her casual clothes, was also a silent sign to potential customers that at the moment, she was off duty. If someone was interested in her, they would have to wait until she was back on. But of course, she would be hurried to finish. It was bad to keep customers waiting.

This day, Nylah was called to begin work as the sun was beginning to sink down over the horizon. The day was her own personal time, but now the evening was her customers’. She was in her room, and a coworker sending Brega’s word told her to start getting ready. A couple girls were getting of shift, so Nylah was going to have to pick the shift up. So as soon as the coworker told her and left, Nylah sprung into action. She begun with a bath: a thorough scrub of her entire body with her soap. She also used her razor to shave any hair that had grown since her last bath. Before working at Brega’s, she never used to shave. It was unnecessary. But now many clients liked silky smooth skin on the whores, and every bath Nylah made sure she was perfectly presentable from every angle.

Baths for Nylah lasted around thirty chimes, most of it spent making sure she didn’t miss an inch while shaving. But bathing wasn’t the end of her preparation. She still had to dress up in her makeup. Her look included some basic but exaggerated makeup: face powder, rouge and pomade. She hadn’t always used make up during work; she only started a season or two ago. As such, she wasn’t exactly able to put it on herself. Her hands were too shaky and she could never get that right amount; she either used too much, or not enough. So she had coworkers help her, until she got the hang of it herself.

She had big plans with makeup, once she knew how to use it herself. She wanted to go bigger and more dramatic with eye makeup and even perfumes and scented lotions. But that would require more money than she was already spending, so she had to put aside some mizas every once in a while. Besides, even if she had the money to buy everything right now, she wouldn’t know the first thing about how to use them. This way, she’d have a hang on makeup by the time she could afford more advanced things.

The last thing Nylah had to do to be ready for work was get dressed. Her “uniform” was extremely simple, and very provocative. She wore a red blouse that hung on her loosely and flowed as she walked, but little else save for silk, lace-trimmed underwear. The shirt was just long enough to cover her rear, but it still teased those who wanted a peek. And only those who paid got to see what was hiding underneath it all, no teasing (unless they asked for it). The final touch was her hair, pulled back and wrapped in an appealing style.

She was ready.

by **Nylah Shepherd** on June 28th, 2019, 7:10 am

10 Summer 519 AV

Brega's House - Evening

Nylah spent the first ten or so bells waltzing around the first floor of the building. She had learned a specific walk, a specific style of speech, everything to appeal the most to a potential customer. Her hips swayed, her eyes wandered the client, her hands fiddled with the lace of her underwear. Lip biting was popular with the customers, too, as well as caressing shoulders or chins, but never anywhere they longed for touch – not without pay.

It didn’t take long for someone to approach her, near-uncontrollable lust in his eyes. He handed her a handful of mizas, asking for five chimes with her. Obviously, he only wanted to let out the tension she was building up inside of him. With a flirty smirk Nylah took the mizas and nodded. "Of course, my sir." She grabbed his hand, and began to lead him to the stairs that led him up to the private rooms. She made sure a guard recorded the man’s name and how much he paid, so only he would only be allowed with her, and only for the time he paid.

The room she chose was a simple one. A bed along one wall, a couch along the opposite. That was the only furniture in the room. "Since you didn’t pay for anything specific," Nylah told the man as she led him to the bed, "We’re going to have old-fashioned fun. If you’d like to ask for anything specific, you’ll need to pay upfront now.” But the man explained he couldn’t care less about any special. He just wanted her, and he wanted her now. Nylah played with the hem of her shirt and nodded. "Then have your way, my lord.”

He pushed her onto the bed, and immediately began on her. He undressed her, pulling the clothes off as quickly as he can (”You tear it, you buy it,” she warned) and holding her down with an animalistic strength. He kissed her roughly, his hands beginning to move to grab her like his life defended on it. Nylah laid there, no different than a doll except that she responded to his touch. She called out his name, sighed, moaned. It only riled the man up more, and as he continued kissing her, he began to fumble with his belt. His breeches had barely fallen past his knees before he used her.

Now, Nylah would be lying if she said she absolutely hated her job. Sure, simply being some object for a stranger to use how they wanted for as long as they wanted was demeaning, and she only did it because it paid her well enough. But at the same time, it’s not like she didn’t enjoy it herself most of the time. Those who simply wanted a quick hit, she took whatever pleasure she also could from it. She would rock her hips in tune with his, she would encourage him to grab her in various places. Sometimes, ten chimes like this would pass in merely a second. Other times, it felt like an hour and Nylah was anticipating the end. Of course, no matter how she felt she was to act like the person making love to her was the best she’s ever experienced. She had learned by now to perform her best, even if she was dreaded the entire thing and could only think about later when she would laugh with her coworkers and complain about how horrible it had all been.

by **Nylah Shepherd** on June 28th, 2019, 7:11 am

10 Summer 519 AV

Brega's House - Evening

This customer was nothing special. Ten chimes were up. He finished, she didn’t. He was panting, sweaty and looking like he could fall asleep at any moment. Nylah, on the other hand, merely sat up on her bed and politely pushed him back. ”Your time is up, sir. Allow me to escort you back down.” She said it in a tone that suggested she was sincere and wanted to stay with him a bit more. But in reality, she asked because it was protocol; she didn’t want to have the man leave on his own, but then try to sneak into another room. Guards were stationed across the halls, but she was still expected to do her part.

As the man struggled to put his pants back on, trying to ogle at Nylah a little bit more, she quickly slipped her clothes back on. No more teasing. He paid for what he got. Nothing more. When she was covered, she turned back to the man and took his arm. With a smile, she led him back to the stairs, down to the ground floor. As she thanked him for the “good time” and asked for him to come again, Nylah leaned forward and allowed the man one more soft kiss on his cheek.

Now she was allowed a couple chimes to quickly clean herself up, before allowing another customer to purchase her for their time. She wiped off any sweat (hers or, more disgustingly, the man’s) from her clothes and body, and took a quick drink of water to refresh herself. At this point sometimes, she would be allowed some extra time to relax before gliding around the first floor again. But as the world grew darker inside, more and more desperate lovers came into the brothel. Nylah knew with this crowd coming in, there would be little time for relaxing. But she didn’t complain… not that she could even if she wanted to. Brega treated her girls like daughters, and may have been a part of the Daggerhand like Nylah, but if she didn’t work as expected the Whore would have no problem kicking her out of the home she’s lived in for so many years.

The second customer came not long after the first. This was an older man who smelled like stale ale and fish, and was missing more teeth than the number he had. He was bald, but had a thick black mustache that nearly covered his mouth completely. He paid for twenty chimes, plus extra for “mild choking and slapping, using both the front and the rear”. Disgusting. But Nylah accepted the coin with the same smile as before, and had the man recorded down in the guard’s notes.

This man was much louder than the first. He held her down, and as he paid for would occasionally press his hand onto her throat. He never got too rough, as he didn’t pay for rough choking; if he went further than what was allowed, Nylah was allowed to fight back and call for a guard. But until then, she dealt with the struggle to breath until he let go of her. He also slapped her across the face a couple times. Despite the tears welling up in her eyes, Nylah didn’t say anything about it.

By the time the twenty chimes was up, the man had indeed used Nylah’s front and rear, finishing in the rear. She was thoroughly used, choked and slapped as paid for, and a little sore as well.

by **Nylah Shepherd** on June 28th, 2019, 7:11 am

10 Summer 519 AV

Brega's House - Evening

When the old man left the brothel satisfied, Nylah took a quick break to soothe herself. She rubbed cream on the bruises that were developing and applied more makeup to cover up the slap marks on her face and breasts. As for her aching bum, more lotion and some cool water helped. She hated when clients paid for using her backend. It always hurt afterwards even if they were gentle, but of course they were always filled with instinctual lust and never were gentle.

But despite the ache, which even with cream only lessened but didn’t go away entirely, Nylah still had to work. The next customer was a young man who, when taken to the back, Nylah saw he was covered in old scars. He was either a warrior or extremely unlucky. He had paid for biting (no drawing blood), and when his ten chimes were done Nylah had a hard time rubbing the marks out of her skin. But luckily, by then most men had been taken care of and she was allowed some rest. She started for her room, but grabbed some meat from the kitchen for her guard dog Titan, who was currently in his cage in her room. Of course, she’d let it come out of her pay. She left a quick note explaining how much she took, and continued on her way.

Up in her room, she changed out of her work outfit and into her everyday outfit. Nylah looked to Titan. He was laying down, his eyes half-closed. She smiled at him, and walked over to let him out. He raised his head, and Nylah nodded at him. ”Hey, Titan. I’m back, for now. Want some food?” She showed him the meat she had gotten him; a small, 12 oz piece of smoked beef. He immediately went for it, but she pulled back and held up her hand. ”Sit, first! Sit, and you can have it!” But of course, he didn’t listen. He jumped up, nearly knocking her over to grab the steak and sloppily eat it up.

Nylah sighed. Not only was she going to need to clean up the drool and meat juice on the wooden floors, but she was also frustrated that Titan rarely listened to her. She did only get him last winter; she hadn’t fully trained him yet. He was such a smart dog, too smart. She knelt down, going to pat him on the head, but he growled as a warning. She was too close to his food. So she pulled her hand back, and went to lay on her bed.

by **Nylah Shepherd** on June 28th, 2019, 7:14 am

10 Summer 519 AV

Brega's House - Evening

The next thing Nylah knew, she was being woken up by a knocking at her door. She sat up in bed, not realizing she had dozed off. ”Shyke, come in!” The door opened; one of her coworkers peeked his head in, looking genuinely concerned.

”Are you alright? You’ve been gone for nearly two bells, we thought you were in trouble.”

Two bells? Nylah leaped out of bed, nearly stepping on Titan. He let out a grouchy huff, but went back to sleep. Nylah turned to the man-whore, rubbing the remaining tiredness from her eyes. ”No, no. I’m fine! I just didn’t mean to doze off! Is Brega angry? I can get right back to work!”

The man shook his head. ”She was more worried, since last she heard you were having some pain. But when she finds out you were merely sleeping, she’ll probably be a little annoyed. Best get back to work immediately. The crowd’s died down but there’s a few men who haven’t been helped and could use you.”

Nylah nodded, grabbing her work clothes. ”Thank you. I’ll be right down.” Before the man even had a chance to leave, she began changing into her work clothes. The whores didn’t care about seeing each other undressed; most of them didn’t mind nudity at all. There have been many instances where Nylah had left her room and saw a coworker walking down the hall bare. Considering the only people allowed on the third floor were workers, including guards, there wasn’t the chance a client would see something he didn’t pay for.

Nylah saw that her makeup was smeared, half of it on her pillow, and decided to do the easier thing and wipe it all off. It wasn’t required for her work; it was just something she figured would help her out. Other than that, everything looked good and she quickly hurried downstairs to continue working.