Chapter 20: Cabaret

Later Martha introduced her to some of the girls and pointed out some of the others.

"The girls mostly have something they regard as their special skill," said Martha, "For instance, Gloria, the bottle blonde with the roots rapidly growing out, is famous, she says, for being a bad girl and always answering the clients back. Then they spank her for it and feel that they are the boss. She has only been here for a couple of months."

"Why is she changing her hair colour?" asked Jacqui, interested.

"She has no choice," answered Martha, "because we don't have any hair dye here. Stella, in the green, is famous for her use of her tongue in the most unlikely places. You can sometimes hear her clients screaming with laughter all over the House."

"How does she manage that?" asked Jacqui.

"You'll have to ask her that yourself," Martha replied, "I don't care too much as long as they pay and come back for more. I don't like it when Gloria is too stiff next day to work, though."

When they were in the bar, Jacqui looked around and saw a bored nude girl winding herself uninterestingly round the pole on stage. The music was years out of date, and she wasn't moving in time with it but that didn't matter because nobody was watching her. Jacqui thought that even without training she could do better than that.

"I hope you can do better than that," said Martha glaring at the girl on stage who immediately tried a little harder, without actually achieving anything.

"I hope so, Madame," was Jacqui's reply.

"I want to add a cabaret turn to get these customers feeling like buying a girl," Martha continued, "So I bought Grant the same day you arrived and I want you to do a live sex show with him."

"You mean fuck in front of the customers?" asked Jacqui.

"Yes. Do you object to that?" Martha asked her in an ominously quiet voice.

"Not really," Jacqui answered, "It won't be the first time. Does he get to beat me as well, Madame?"

"No. I want them excited, but not creaming their overalls in here for free. Come and meet Grant."

Grant was seven years younger than Jacqui and his attraction was that he had a huge prick. He loved to play with it in front of an audience to get it hard and obviously thought it would excite any woman who saw it. Jacqui and he worked out a routine which showed off both of their bodies to the audience. It was based on a 'Wedding Night' idea of Martha's and involved them stripping each other and Jacqui being the reluctant bride who ends up loving it.

For a couple of days, Martha ordered, they were to pantomime it in front of the girls who could make suggestions to make it more exciting. Then every day they were to rehearse the moves, though not, of course, actually fucking in rehearsal. If they had tried that, they would have been worn out before the evening's performance.

Jacqui thought Grant had the largest prick she had ever seen in her wide ranging experience of men's weapons. It was only a matter of moments into the first rehearsal that Grant ignored the taboo on fucking in rehearsal and soon Jacqui was sure that it was definitely bigger than any she had previously enjoyed in her cunt.

"Hey," she protested, "We're not supposed to fuck in rehearsal."

"I know," Grant said, "but if you couldn't take one my size it's better for you to be screaming and bleeding in rehearsal instead of in front of the customers. I won't do it again."

With that he pulled it out of her with a faint popping noise and added, "You had better be either wet for me or oiled. Otherwise the performance will be painful for both of us."

"Wouldn't that be authentic for a wedding night?" asked Jacqui, innocently.

"Yes, but..." Grant broke off when he saw that Jacqui was joking.

"Seriously, though," she added, "I am supposed to scream as you pop my cherry? Three times a night?"

Later that evening they performed their 'first night' cabaret before a public audience of two, neither of whom was watching. Of course, some of the girls watched, as did Martha, and they applauded.

The two drinkers just looked over and saw a couple fucking and one said, "So what? This is a brothel, after all's said and done; people come here to fuck."

Martha persisted with this attempt at a cabaret for several nights, but she finally had to admit that even she had bad ideas sometimes, and it was quietly dropped.