07-23-2023, 12:24 AM
CW - Some adult themes.
The brothel had never been more popular than it had been and Ginnie was feeling tired from the extra work. There was more money in her pocket than she'd had in a long time thanks to how much business was happening after the changing of the guard. The only problem she faced was that the Madame wanted her to try some new things that made her feel as if it was time to look elsewhere for work. She was not sure she wished to do this job in her underthings.
Indeed, it seemed a bit too much for her sensibilities, and she thought she had numbed herself to the goings on of the place. She was also being asked to become one of the ladies of the night, something else she was not keen on doing. She sat in the empty bar, sitting at the counter as the barkeep wiped down the bar top. "I don't know if I can do it," she said in a scandalized whisper to her friend. He glanced over to her and said, "Then don't. Just because you came here for a job, does not mean you need to do it on your back. I know why they want you, you are a dark beauty and would bring in a fair amount of money if you tried even half as hard as some of the girls."
She wrinkled her nose and shook her head, "No thank you. I'll stay as long as I can without losing my dignity in the process. I didn't sign up to be a sell out." She thanked him as he sat a glass of tonic, as well as her meal for the start of the work day once the cook brought it out. It was just some stew made for the support staff. She began to eat thoughtfully, "Besides, I shouldn't have gotten work here, but I was desperate. But I think I have saved enough that I can afford to look somewhere else before I bow out gracefully."
She didn't know where Pony had gone, though she had reason to believe he was always on the move, for he did seem the restless sort. She knew he would probably return after a time. She did miss him, but she was reluctant to call him more than a friend at this point and she wasn't sure what it was they even were at all. It wasn't as though they shared enough time to figure it out. Ginnie wasn't sure if she wanted the same thing as he did, and she would not push for something... yet it couldn't be denied there had been part of her that hoped he liked her in the same manner she liked him.
She ate thoughtfully as her eyes stared down at her meal, taking her time since she was usually early most days to help with the set up.
The brothel had never been more popular than it had been and Ginnie was feeling tired from the extra work. There was more money in her pocket than she'd had in a long time thanks to how much business was happening after the changing of the guard. The only problem she faced was that the Madame wanted her to try some new things that made her feel as if it was time to look elsewhere for work. She was not sure she wished to do this job in her underthings.
Indeed, it seemed a bit too much for her sensibilities, and she thought she had numbed herself to the goings on of the place. She was also being asked to become one of the ladies of the night, something else she was not keen on doing. She sat in the empty bar, sitting at the counter as the barkeep wiped down the bar top. "I don't know if I can do it," she said in a scandalized whisper to her friend. He glanced over to her and said, "Then don't. Just because you came here for a job, does not mean you need to do it on your back. I know why they want you, you are a dark beauty and would bring in a fair amount of money if you tried even half as hard as some of the girls."
She wrinkled her nose and shook her head, "No thank you. I'll stay as long as I can without losing my dignity in the process. I didn't sign up to be a sell out." She thanked him as he sat a glass of tonic, as well as her meal for the start of the work day once the cook brought it out. It was just some stew made for the support staff. She began to eat thoughtfully, "Besides, I shouldn't have gotten work here, but I was desperate. But I think I have saved enough that I can afford to look somewhere else before I bow out gracefully."
She didn't know where Pony had gone, though she had reason to believe he was always on the move, for he did seem the restless sort. She knew he would probably return after a time. She did miss him, but she was reluctant to call him more than a friend at this point and she wasn't sure what it was they even were at all. It wasn't as though they shared enough time to figure it out. Ginnie wasn't sure if she wanted the same thing as he did, and she would not push for something... yet it couldn't be denied there had been part of her that hoped he liked her in the same manner she liked him.
She ate thoughtfully as her eyes stared down at her meal, taking her time since she was usually early most days to help with the set up.
