Deception & Learning

originally posted September 2, 2005

I have seen the girl, Nirah, dancing in my kitchens at the Boarding House on several occasions. She feels quite secure in her belief that no one knows she has this talent. While it is true I have never witnessed anything choreographed through the slightly ajar swinging door as I watched unannounced, there is no denying she has an aptitude for such things. Of course all women have this aptitude really, particularly slave women. Many people do not agree with me, but many people have been wrong when it came to opinions that counter mine before. Tell me this; If, by nothing more than seeing her ass shake and her shoulders shimmy, I could hear for myself the song inside of her head as clearly as if it were playing in an auditorium, how could you argue the girl had a talent for dancing, if dormant?

“You want Nirah to teach them? Not Vulo?” Jenny inquired, surprised. Sometimes I think I must stutter. I should resolve to have that checked.

Vulo is an excellent dancer, not unlike a slave I once lost called Emily, my gold-piece girl. When it was suggested I have the whores dance for my customers, I chose Nirah to instruct them. She can hide her skill from the eyes of women, not from men. Not from me. For all her artistic endeavors, culinary excellence and witty intelligence, she is a whore at her core. I have seen her in her private moments, moving to some internal beat. I have seen her writhe beneath my brutal, unrelenting whip. She will dance for my patrons, encouraging them to loosen their coin pouches. She will teach others to move as she does. In the process, I will increase my wealth.