Old Fashioned (butterfly0408/desertpaladin)

From the outside the house looked like any other house on the block, but stepping inside was like stepping back in time.

It was a modern day whorehouse with an old fashioned touch. It was known by it's customers as 'Madame Dorshire's Brothel.' True it had all kind of modern conveniences but the atmosphere of the interior was anything but modern. It was a tribute to the whorehouses of the Victorian age from the antique Victorian furniture and the dim lighting to the attire of it's prostitutes. They often looked rather odd standing among the modernly dressed clientele. But that was part of the places charm and it's appeal. It was a get away from all the troubles of today. Where men could loss themselves in the glory days of paid sex. It's what made it a popular place.

Once the sun went down, that was when the high paying customer's started to arrive and the prostitutes all started to wander from their rooms down to what they all called the showroom downstairs. The front few rooms of the house, that was where the gentlemen picked what they wanted for the night and prices were negotiated before the ladies escorted them back to the rooms for anywhere from an hour to the entire night. Not many of them ever found a man willing to pay for a whole night. Well, there was one... every one of her clients had spent the entire night with her. They just couldn't resist her.

She was Layla, a fiery beauty that could make a man cream himself before they even went back up to her room. She was one of the younger women of the house, but this was her home. Literally. Layla had grown up in this place for her mother was the owner and played the role of the house Madame. As a child, Layla had played in these halls and heard men and whore alike screaming with pleasure for as long as she could remember. It was no shock that when she grew she ended up here as well. She ran the website for the house as well, letting the 21st century sex clientele know they were out there and ready to cater to their needs. For being so young, she was knew things about sex beyond her years. The whores in the house had taught her all their tricks and she had watched them, observed things, and now she applied them herself. She was what ever man desired. The looks of a goddess, the tricks of the trade, and willing to fulfill any fantasy. ANY fantasy.

Exiting her room on the second floor, Layla took her time going down the hallway. She knew she wouldn't have to wait long before she'd be on her way back to it again. It never was. This night she wore a red corset trimmed in black lace that showed off her 'goods' nicely. Her legs were covered with black stocking that reached her mid thighs. Part of the garter belt the stockings were held up by could be seen from beneath a little red skirt, but all the good parts were still hidden. A man would need to pay to get a look at that. Over all a lacy, short, see through black robe left open. Her red hair was half pulled up but part of it still hang down her back in a sexy mess.

She took her normal place in the showroom, standing right at the bottom of the grand stairs that lead to the second floor, leaning against the banister. She liked this spot because a man would have to turn down every other whore in the house before getting to her and ones that couldn't wait long enough to find her would have to pass her on their way up to the bedrooms. They'd have to look at her and curse at what the had missed. Then they would picture her the whole time they lay with another woman. Layla was a bit of a devil sometimes.

lawrence took a deep breath as he stepped toward the front door of the brothel... taking a second to ready himself he reached forward and he grabbed the doorhandle as he took a step into the place. As the door opened he felt the sudden rush of warm musky air just rush over him as his nose was filled with the sents of many perfumes. he had been in here a few times.. been with different girls and each time he had seen this red haired beauty who he had wanted to be with. As he stepped into the showroom he began to look around for her.

Now lawrence was actually pretty handsome, he just had a problem finding girls which was odd. he was a painter, doing works for those who paid for them, usually to make family portraits and landscapes... his art sold fine but he never really felt that... spark... there was no life. He was painting just to paint... His short brown hair was a little messy and his hazel eyes were behind a pair of glasses. he was a bit on the tall side, being over 6 feet tall and his body was average, he had pretty strong arms and legs, skilled hands, but he had a bit of a gut. Now he had been saving up for a long time, figuring a woman that amazing had to be a bit on the expensive side. gently patting a hand on the left pocket of his jeans where his wallet was he sighed and streightened his shirt as he headed forward, saying no to many beautiful women. He was getting horny and it was had to stay on his mission but he soon was to the stairs where she stood. He looked up at her as he said "H-How much?" he was a bit nervous... he was being a bit more forward than usual and he knew it. Sighing he hoped he was not making a fool of himself.

Layla watched the man approach her from across the way. One look at him and she knew his sights were on her. A repeat to the house if she recalled. She had seen him before with other girls and knew she had caught his eye. It was for that reason, that when she say him coming and knew he had come here this night just for her, that she was going to offer him a good price.

She couldn't help but smile a little at him, the way he was so nervous as her solicited her for the night. It was rather charming really, "Don't be so nervous big boy, I don't bite. Unless you want me to that is." Drawing close to him, she turned on her charms, running her hand over the collar of his shirt, "For you, I'll give you a good deal. I'm allowed to name my own price you know. None of the other girls are. Just me. The going rate is usually a hundred and fifty and hour for most girls. Two hundred if you want anything more then the basics. I usually charge three for the unlimited access package. But for you... a hundred an hour. Unlimited access." It was an outrageously fair price! "Do we have a deal?"

"One...One hundered a hour!" he studdered a little suprised as he looked at her his eyes a little wide and his jaw dropped a bit as he said "then... then I... I pay for the night from now until 9:00am" he said as he looked at her. he had just enough saved up. he was thanking god for that since he had thought he would only get an hour or two. He looked at her as he was a bit flustered, but in the good way, he clearly looked eager and ready to have some fun with her. He moved a bit closer as he pulled out his wallet and the money knowing that this was all he had brought just to spend it with her and it was apparent by the way he acted around her. 'And... and by unlimited access... might I be able to do one thing... it is a strange request..." he said as he blushed a bit and he moved a bit closer as he asked quietly so that only they could hear "I... I am a painter you see and... at some point might I be allowed to..." he blushed a little as he said "Paint your picture... I... I have kind of been wanting to for some time now..."

She wondered as he drew close, ready to make his request, what it would be. She had had MANY requests from her customer's ranging from the common to the outrageously bizarre. From just simple acts to dressing up and playing a part of a shepherdess while her customer was in a full wolf costume and he 'hunted her down' The guy was not welcomed back into the house after that night, but she still did it for him them. When he asked to paint her picture, she was a little surprised. It was one she had never heard before, but was tame and almost... almost flattering. She smiled and nodded as she took the money from his hand and slipped it into a pocket she had in her robe, "You can finger paint all over my body if you like to." She took his hand and started to lead him up the stairs to her room, "Come on, I'll show you where you can... set up your canvas."

he blushed as he was pulled forward but he stopped as he looked up at her shaking his head a bit "No... not that... well I mean I would like to do that but" he blushed as he was betting more flustered as he said "Actually paint you... I... I am a painter and well... i know this must sound weird but whenever i come here and see you I... I have wanted to be able to immortilize you on canvas" he said blushing as he looked at her and he hoped she would not find him weird... hell he knew he must sound it as he looked up at her since she was a few steps above him.

She smiled as she tugged him along again, pulling him up the stairs, "And paint me you may, but only in the privacy of my room. Now you best hurry along, for time it your money." Taking him to the second floor, she took him down the hall and to her room. Inside, the room was nice. Very nice. It was decorated like the rest of the house to fit the Victorian theme. A big, four post bed with drapes hanging elegantly about it. Her dressing table across the room. An old door across the room housed a bathroom with an old fashioned bathtub. Even the lighting was made up of special figures. Electric lights that looked like flickering candles. It was much nicer then any of the other rooms he would have been in with other girls. She was the daughter of the owner and got the best room. Locking the door behind them, she crossed to the bed, hugging one of the posts as she smiled at him, one of the shoulders of her robe slipping down to show her shoulder, "So, how does the painter wish for me to pose for him. Or would you like to do... that..." she meant of course sex, "first?"

He gulped a bit as he looked at her 'That um... was why I was trying to stop you I have no supplies" he said looking at her "They are still in my car... I brought everything in hopes that you might agree to be painted..." he looked at her "And i doubt you have paints... but... it will seem odd bringing all of that in" he hoped that maybe she had a plan. hell he figured a place like this they had to have guards and servants... people to do small things that the girls wanted... maybe she could have someone go to his car and fetch his things. Since she had been a little impatient to head upstairs... true it was his money but he had needed his equpiment and supplies first.

"I see," she walked over and pulled a cord before coming to him and getting close, reaching into his pocket and tugging out his keys, "Forgive me to not asking first. Being asked to be painted is a new one for me." Crossing to the door, she opened it just in time for a large man to arrive at it, "Joseph, be a dear. Take these," she handed him the car keys, "and go down to my guests car. He has painting supplies he would like to be brought up. Leave them by the door here and slip the keys through the mail slot in my door." He guard, clearly there for the girls protection nodded and departed with his orders. Closing the door again, she turned back to him, leaning against the door as she smiled at him, "Problem solved. It might be a bit before he returns with your supplies. Perhaps I should attempt to... inspire you... in the meantime?" Layla slipped the lacy robe from her arms, letting it fall to the floor.

he gulped a bit as his brush has some hard bristles as he looked at her nodding as he moved a bit closer to her as he pulled his shirt off over his head. he felt a little self concous about his weight but he figured he would hopefully impress her in a second. he kicked off his shoes as he then unzipped his pants and he let them fall. he was pretty big, not like one of those monster sized ones that you see in porn but pretty big none the less as he looked at her. He was already very hard as he looked at her "Could you give me just a bit of attention?" he asked as he stood there in just his socks and his glasses looking at her.

Her head stayed level, but her eyes glanced down. One look and he lips curved a bit more, "Big boy indeed," she whispered a bit as she took his hand and lead him across the room, sitting him down in a nice, comfy armchair. Standing behind him a moment, she slowly walked around the side of him until she stood in front of him, slowly sinking for kneel before him, resting her hands on his knees and her eyes on his big hard cock. Reaching her tongue out, she leaned in and gave him a nice, long, slow lick. Tongue tracing the length of him, from base to tip.

He gave a slight happy sigh as her actions, everything turned him on. When she had moved to stand behind him he had taken off his socks so that he was now completely naked except for the glasses. Watching as she walked around he blushed a bit but when she knelt down he almost got a spark of conficence. When she began to lick him from base to tip he moaned out soft and low as he just got to enjoy finally having the girl he had wanted for so many nights.

As she reached the tip, her lips gently wrapped around it, starting to gently suck it, her tongue making little circles over her. Her hands started to stroke his legs gently, fingertips lightly scratching his skin.

he gave a soft groan as he felt better than when any of the other girls he had been with had ever given him head. She was truely worth every penny. He sighed as he leaned back in the chair more as he just looked up at the ceiling and sighed before looking down at her as a hand gently moved to her head his fingers gently combing through her hair as he placed his hand gently on her head. "God this feels good..." he said as he just began to relax.

She knew it did. I mean, she could not know exactly what it felt like for she was not a man, but she had never left one of her clients unsatisfied before. She didn't plan to make tonight any different. Her hand gently wrapped around the very base of his cock, squeezing him while her mouth took more and more of his length into her lips. Sucking him the whole time.

Sitting back he just enjoyed the blowjob. She made him feel like a god she was so good. He kept gently playing with her hair as she kept sucking groaning as it felt so good. His cock was throbbing and he knew he would cum soon.

By now, she knew the tell tale signs of when her client was going to loose it. She could tell, from the way he moved, the sounds of this moans, and how hard he was from the start that he really had been looking forward to this time with her. He came into it already three steps ahead of where she had to take most her clients. All the better to move things along faster with him. Her hand let his cock down and her mouth took full control as he bobbed up and down, sucking and licking his length, over and over again.

he groaned out loudly as he placed his hand more firmly on her head as he began to help her in her blowjob as she kept bobbing up and down on his dick before he moaned out loudly cumming hard into her mouth as he sighed and relaxed more in the chair, he sighed as he sat there, his dick still very hard and with her still very clothed, minus the outer robe that still lay near the door as he figured that the guard would soon be back with his art supplies.

After he spilled himself, she took the time to wait with him in her lips until every last drop was out. Layla then, gently cleaned him, licking up every last bit of it before she sat back on her knees a bit, letting him watch as she swallowed it, licking her lips clean. Her eyes looking to his cock, she gave a half laugh, "Oh my, still hard," she smiled. Just then, there was a knock at the door and a second later, his car keys plopped through the mail slot of her door. "It seems your art supplies are here." She got up and went to the door, opening it and a moment later, bringing everything inside, locking the door behind her once again.

He blushed a little as he nodded and he stood walking over to her as he took the supplies from her, slightly covering himself while doing so but he looked at her as he said 'Could... you pose on the bed for me? Just figure out some poses you might want while I get ready? he blushed a little as he knew this was all a little odd but he was going to have fun doing this as he set up a chair and his canvas as he was soon sitting down ready. He was getting a little limp now but as he looked at her he began to get hard "How about you show me what poses you thought up?"

Moving to the bed, she sat a few moments on it, watching him as he set up. She was not really going over any sort of poses in her head. She'd just do what the moment told her to when it came time. He was an odd one, but she did not want to judge him. He was a sweetheart. For a guy that was paying to sex and a model for the night. When he finally was ready for her, and told her to show her poses, she just... did whatever came to mind.

"Well..." she moved to kneel on the bed, leaning her upper body forward, pressing her breasts together until her cleavage was pushed to the limit, "There is this. Or, perhaps..." she reclined against the pillows on her bed, starting to play with the ties of her corset, "this. Or..." for her third post, she laid flat on her back on the bed, feet flat, placing her knees, one hand on her breast while the other hand trailed down her stomach and vanishing between her legs, "I could pose like this for you."

He blushed as he stood and he walked over to her as she was in the third pose and he gently moved her hands away. He had her lay back, her body just going to a natural position as he did not make her touch herslef of make her do anything to slutty but he made her do a pose that almost made her look like a lover after sex. he moved closer now to capture it as he began to paint away, his fingers moving quickly from his paints to his canvas. Each little flick of the wrist made just a single part of the picture bounce off the page. Slowly her image began to form, almost making a picture of her but with added emotion. as the picture became clearer and clearer he got a look in her eyes that only some of the most skilled painters could get... a look of longing... of love... the true expression of a lover looking up at the loved one. As he kept painting he felt his heart throbbing in his chest as in truth it was one of the most fantastic pieces he had done... after quite a while after he turned the canvas to show her... it made her look like more than a whore, hell it did not give that feel at all... it made her look like some beautiful model looking up at the one man who she loved more than all... it was beautiful and sexy all at the same time... he had finally found his muse.

This wasn't how she expected it to go. He REALLY wanted to paint her. Not play some kind painter and his muse sex game. He really WAS a painter and for the time being she really was his muse. He used up a decent chunk of his first few hundred bucks doing his painting. She just lay there, sighing every now and then, wondering what kind of joke this was. Who had put this guy up to it. what was the joke? He'd turn the painting around and it would be a stick figure or something. And then he finally did turn it, and she lost her breath. Who was that girl on the canvas? It couldn't possibly be her. The girl in the painting was a lady. A beautiful lady. Not a whore laying on the bed waiting for the night to be over. She felt a bit guilty then. She had totally misjudged him. "It's.... are you sure that's suppose to be me?"

he blushed a bit and he nodded as he turned it around as he looked at it 'Did... did i do something wrong?" he asked looking over it and her thinking that he must have made hr nose to big or something as he looked at her seeming a little worried as he tried to figure out how he had gone wrong. Biting his lower lip he seemed worried that he had upset her or something.

"No! No it's not wrong it's just..." she got off the bed and walked over to him, standing behind him as she looked more closely at the painting, "Is that how you really see me? It doesn't look like well.... me. I mean it looks like ME, but it doesn't look like ME...." she didn't know how to put it. "That makes no sense. I'm sorry. It's a beautiful painting which is why I can't see me in it."