Jardin de Plaisir.
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Category:
Lord of the Rings Movies › General › Lord of the Ring Stars
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
7
Views:
1,528
Reviews:
1
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
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This is work of fiction! I do not know the celebrity(ies) I am writing about, and I do not profit from these writings.
Molly.
Disclaimer: this only happened in my imagination and I will never ever make money out of this.
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A loud alarm went off and a chubby hand with quite an expensive diamond ring put it to rest.
Claudette’s eyes slowly opened and examined the time. Only one in the afternoon. Much too sodden early to get up, but today she would have a very special project to attend to.
She yawned and noticed that the light that was peeking between the curtains was grey. It would be dark in just a couple of hours and she wished that the sun had shone today. Another contribution she had to pay for living the nightlife, especially in wintertime.
“A much profitable project”, she mused. The businesswoman in her was always keen on opportunities like this one; not only did it pay well, it also would mean a nice variation in the every day routine-work. The usual: paying off constables, getting the linen to the laundry, making sure the “working tools” are handy in every of the rooms, keeping the girls happy, the occasionally hiring of new talent… that list could go on and on forever. There’s a lot of planning and organization involved; the average middle-class ladies that were looking down on her would be surprised if they knew, really.
It was a good thing she had learned from the best: Madame Suzette. If Madame S. hadn’t died half a year ago, she’d probably still be eyeing young girls; scouting them, like she herself had been scouted, ages ago.
Many years she’d just been “Claudette”, but when she bought the enterprise from Madame, she had been inaugurated if you will, to become Madame herself. Not bad for a girl that had started out as Molly, the fourth child of a numb, loveless mother and a worthless, groping drunk for a father. Kicked out on the stinking streets at age sixteen, plagued by lice, bruises and scabs and without a piece of flesh on her bones. The only asset a pair of sparkling eyes that pierced through almost every man’s spinal cord, straight to their dick.
Claudette stretched her arms and got out of bed.
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A loud alarm went off and a chubby hand with quite an expensive diamond ring put it to rest.
Claudette’s eyes slowly opened and examined the time. Only one in the afternoon. Much too sodden early to get up, but today she would have a very special project to attend to.
She yawned and noticed that the light that was peeking between the curtains was grey. It would be dark in just a couple of hours and she wished that the sun had shone today. Another contribution she had to pay for living the nightlife, especially in wintertime.
“A much profitable project”, she mused. The businesswoman in her was always keen on opportunities like this one; not only did it pay well, it also would mean a nice variation in the every day routine-work. The usual: paying off constables, getting the linen to the laundry, making sure the “working tools” are handy in every of the rooms, keeping the girls happy, the occasionally hiring of new talent… that list could go on and on forever. There’s a lot of planning and organization involved; the average middle-class ladies that were looking down on her would be surprised if they knew, really.
It was a good thing she had learned from the best: Madame Suzette. If Madame S. hadn’t died half a year ago, she’d probably still be eyeing young girls; scouting them, like she herself had been scouted, ages ago.
Many years she’d just been “Claudette”, but when she bought the enterprise from Madame, she had been inaugurated if you will, to become Madame herself. Not bad for a girl that had started out as Molly, the fourth child of a numb, loveless mother and a worthless, groping drunk for a father. Kicked out on the stinking streets at age sixteen, plagued by lice, bruises and scabs and without a piece of flesh on her bones. The only asset a pair of sparkling eyes that pierced through almost every man’s spinal cord, straight to their dick.
Claudette stretched her arms and got out of bed.