A Girl Dances & Confirms My Assumption

originally posted March 7, 2006

"Who is first in the whore coffle?" I demanded.

"Is it the petulant Dancer, Emily? Is it fantastic, Tuchuk-pierced Nirah? Is it beautiful and exciting She? Favored, four copper Samantha? Eager, desperate to be accepted Six Girl?"

Dark-skinned Portia, sweating in the grass by the light of the fire, continued to move, to writhe. I did not give her permission to stop. She had much pleased me, took direction exquisitely, but I was not finished with her. I had asked her a question that must be answered.

"Portia is first," she uttered, meeting my eyes.

"Will you let these bitches take your spot?" I questioned, pushing her a little further.

"No, Master," she answered.