<span style="font-style: italic">" Jessie get your ass down here , or I will rip every long brown strand out of your pretty little head!"</span>Lady Antanisha head of one of the brothel's on whore ally. The bitch of the street but customers typically came to this one for Lady antanisha's famous tricks. Or so word got around that most model worthy prostitutes were dragged, or forced here.<br/><br/>Up a musty set of curved black stairs , and through a hallway of sounds that represented men getting their pleasure in desirable ways laid the room that Jessie was forced to attend. Every room was designated to two hussys or prostitutes depending on whose talking. The rooms were set up according to pleasurable taste of the man not the hussy. Inside the last door to the right a man was tied with black rope around his wrist to a wall. A women with black hair was finishing up with wrapping the rope around his feet.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">" Go on, I know he requested you but  little angel here will finish this man off."</span>Dark green eyes winked at the other girl who was wearing a small black skirt that ended just barely where her thighs started, with a dark blue dress shirt that just barely covered her boobs. Long strands of wavy light brown hair fell past her shoulders , stopping just about at her torso. With a huff she walked towards a large red oak door , sliding a small credit card like item through a slit.<br/><br/><br/>" Angel, he likes it rough remember." She winked bright candy like brown eyes at the other girl before walking out of the room. The world outside was , and always will be unknown to her. Being bought as a sex slave at the small age of eight , and brought to this brothel. This was all she had ever known pleasing the men just to get food, and clothes.<br/><br/>If there was hope for a normal life well it was stripped right from under  her before her  mind could even access anything. The hallway was adorned with digital photos of half naked women touching completely naked men meant to stir arousal. Her eyes casted down wards not really wanting to focus on the pictures or sound. Being here felt like hell, and she did what she had to without being seen as mechanical. But that was because the better you were the richer the customer the better a chance of getting out of here. There have been men willing to pay the brothel for a personal hussy in their home. Though it has been rare it was a small hope for her. The only thing that made living inside the brothel bare able for one who has never seen the outside. All she knows is that this a metropolitan whatever that could mean to her.<br/><br/><br/>Her feet made down the stairs doing a natural arch that made her legs look like pure fire to a man's needs. Women leading the next man up the stairs glared as their men practically drooled. Lady Antanisha looked up as her hands were working to clean the bar that was a good lure for customers. Blonde hair tied up in a ponytail with a tube top dress that hugged her body tight. This was the owner of the brothel with cold blue eyes.<span style="font-style: italic">" Jessie , I believe there is going to be a special tonight."</span>Specials were given only to the best , and well, some say she is better than the owner herself.<br/><br/>" Special? We have not had one of those in a, oh dear I do not know , a long time." She walked over sliding onto a small swivel chair that allowed an over look of a large plasma TV, and a couch.