Post by vastrix on Aug 18, 2021 0:07:25 GMT -5
The Dirty Secret.
The most infamous brothel in Halifax. Dozens of escorts satisfy the needs of clients at one time. They fulfill whatever their dark desires are; be they men or women. While prostitution is a legal maze in Canada, they still spring up. The Dark Secret is well known for allowing their customers to abuse the prostitutes in exchange for a higher pay rate that the abused do not see.
However, today they have the most unusual customer that they will ever have as Esmeralda vo Krauss walks in through the front door to the establishment. She walks in with a short hemmed red dress. She has an obsidian foot long cigarette holder that has an Egyptian cigarette lit in it. She walks to the front desk where she would normally let the receptionist know what she’s looking for in her companion for the next few hours.
She blows smoke into the air with a cruel smile before putting one hand onto the desk.
Receptionist: How may I help you tonight, miss? Are you looking for a few hours or the rest of the night?
Esmeralda flicks ashes onto the desktop, eliciting a frown from the receptionist, though she says nothing.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I wish to take over this establishment and recruit all of the women here for a greater purpose.
The receptionist looks at Esmeralda like she’s done gone crazy.
Receptionist: This establishment is not for sale, miss. If you are not looking for an escort, then I suggest that you leave.
Esmeralda shrugs.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Then you keep the establishment, dahling. I just want the workers. Be a dear and round them up so I can take them away from this hell hole.
Receptionist: I beg your pardon? We only have (checks the computer) three girls available right now and I’m certainly not just going to give them to you. You need to leave, miss.
Esmeralda waves the cigarette holder at the receptionist’s face with a growl.
Esmeralda von Krauss: You will not talk to me like I’m some escapee from an insane asylum, dahling. I am Esmeralda von Krauss and I am taking all of your workers. If half of the abuse that has been heaped upon them is true, I am doing them a favor.
Receptionist: You are mistaken about the abuse. There is nothing “heaped upon” the girls here that they did not allow. I need you to leave before I call security over here.
Esmeralda von Krauss: What is security going to do, dahling? Call them.
The receptionist puts her hand to her mouth and lets out a shout.
Receptionist: RON! We got a problem!
Ron the Security Guard walks into the room from a neighboring hallway where he was monitoring any shouts from the rooms on this floor. He gives Esmeralda an appraising look before reaching for her.
Ron: Time to go, miss.
Esmeralda backs away from Ron’s grasp and kicks at him. She strikes him in the right kneecap, kicking so hard that there is a loud crack as the leg bends completely the wrong direction. Ron begins to fall down, but as he falls forward, Esmeralda is there with a vicious palm strike to the throat that sends the larger man flying backwards onto his back. He grasps at his throat, struggling to breath for a moment before laying still. The receptionist is on the phone.
Receptionist: All security to the front desk! Ron is down! I repeat! All security to the front desk! Ron is down!
Esmeralda von Krauss: Oh, dahling. You are saying the wrong announcement. You should be asking all sex workers to come to the front desk, because they are free.
Receptionist: They are most certainly not free!
Just then, six beefy men enter the front desk area and quickly surround Esmeralda, who sighs with a smile.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I’ve not been surrounded by so many men in such a long time. Please…be gentle, dahlings.
We watch the receptionist’s face over the next few minutes as the fight quickly concludes. Her look of horror grows and grows as she watches and her face is splattered with blood before all is silent.
Esmeralda smoothes her dress out with a wicked grin. She releases the Egyptian cigarette that she put out in a man’s eye and lights it. All six men are laid out on the floor around her. Are they knocked out? Are they dead? When one of them moves, Esmeralda casually stomps on the man’s throat, driving her heel in to remove all uncertainty. She takes a drag from the expensive imported cigarette and blows the smoke into the receptionist’s face, causing her to choke and cough.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Do you have any more security guards to send to their deaths or would you like to call down the workers to leave with me?
Receptionist: You win. I will call them all down. When the Madame finds out about this, she will not be pleased.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Of course, dahling. I would not expect her to be happy. She’s welcome to find me. I will be happy to end her as well. Call. Them.
Esmeralda turns away as the receptionist calls for all of the workers to come down.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Steve Awesome, I know you wanted me. You know you wanted me. I should not have to go to such extreme lengths to get what I want. Buut, I suppose I can take things slow. Let’s defeat this Billy Fowler and the harpy, Apathy. It shouldn’t take much effort. Fowler has had the worst luck since returning and Miss Apathy…she wouldn’t really leave her children in the care of their father? I don’t even think she will show up to the match.
Esmeralda watches with a grin as mostly dressed prostitutes make their way into the room, looking in shock and awe at the dead security. Not that they were there for the girls anyway.
To be continued…
The most infamous brothel in Halifax. Dozens of escorts satisfy the needs of clients at one time. They fulfill whatever their dark desires are; be they men or women. While prostitution is a legal maze in Canada, they still spring up. The Dark Secret is well known for allowing their customers to abuse the prostitutes in exchange for a higher pay rate that the abused do not see.
However, today they have the most unusual customer that they will ever have as Esmeralda vo Krauss walks in through the front door to the establishment. She walks in with a short hemmed red dress. She has an obsidian foot long cigarette holder that has an Egyptian cigarette lit in it. She walks to the front desk where she would normally let the receptionist know what she’s looking for in her companion for the next few hours.
She blows smoke into the air with a cruel smile before putting one hand onto the desk.
Receptionist: How may I help you tonight, miss? Are you looking for a few hours or the rest of the night?
Esmeralda flicks ashes onto the desktop, eliciting a frown from the receptionist, though she says nothing.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I wish to take over this establishment and recruit all of the women here for a greater purpose.
The receptionist looks at Esmeralda like she’s done gone crazy.
Receptionist: This establishment is not for sale, miss. If you are not looking for an escort, then I suggest that you leave.
Esmeralda shrugs.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Then you keep the establishment, dahling. I just want the workers. Be a dear and round them up so I can take them away from this hell hole.
Receptionist: I beg your pardon? We only have (checks the computer) three girls available right now and I’m certainly not just going to give them to you. You need to leave, miss.
Esmeralda waves the cigarette holder at the receptionist’s face with a growl.
Esmeralda von Krauss: You will not talk to me like I’m some escapee from an insane asylum, dahling. I am Esmeralda von Krauss and I am taking all of your workers. If half of the abuse that has been heaped upon them is true, I am doing them a favor.
Receptionist: You are mistaken about the abuse. There is nothing “heaped upon” the girls here that they did not allow. I need you to leave before I call security over here.
Esmeralda von Krauss: What is security going to do, dahling? Call them.
The receptionist puts her hand to her mouth and lets out a shout.
Receptionist: RON! We got a problem!
Ron the Security Guard walks into the room from a neighboring hallway where he was monitoring any shouts from the rooms on this floor. He gives Esmeralda an appraising look before reaching for her.
Ron: Time to go, miss.
Esmeralda backs away from Ron’s grasp and kicks at him. She strikes him in the right kneecap, kicking so hard that there is a loud crack as the leg bends completely the wrong direction. Ron begins to fall down, but as he falls forward, Esmeralda is there with a vicious palm strike to the throat that sends the larger man flying backwards onto his back. He grasps at his throat, struggling to breath for a moment before laying still. The receptionist is on the phone.
Receptionist: All security to the front desk! Ron is down! I repeat! All security to the front desk! Ron is down!
Esmeralda von Krauss: Oh, dahling. You are saying the wrong announcement. You should be asking all sex workers to come to the front desk, because they are free.
Receptionist: They are most certainly not free!
Just then, six beefy men enter the front desk area and quickly surround Esmeralda, who sighs with a smile.
Esmeralda von Krauss: I’ve not been surrounded by so many men in such a long time. Please…be gentle, dahlings.
We watch the receptionist’s face over the next few minutes as the fight quickly concludes. Her look of horror grows and grows as she watches and her face is splattered with blood before all is silent.
Esmeralda smoothes her dress out with a wicked grin. She releases the Egyptian cigarette that she put out in a man’s eye and lights it. All six men are laid out on the floor around her. Are they knocked out? Are they dead? When one of them moves, Esmeralda casually stomps on the man’s throat, driving her heel in to remove all uncertainty. She takes a drag from the expensive imported cigarette and blows the smoke into the receptionist’s face, causing her to choke and cough.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Do you have any more security guards to send to their deaths or would you like to call down the workers to leave with me?
Receptionist: You win. I will call them all down. When the Madame finds out about this, she will not be pleased.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Of course, dahling. I would not expect her to be happy. She’s welcome to find me. I will be happy to end her as well. Call. Them.
Esmeralda turns away as the receptionist calls for all of the workers to come down.
Esmeralda von Krauss: Steve Awesome, I know you wanted me. You know you wanted me. I should not have to go to such extreme lengths to get what I want. Buut, I suppose I can take things slow. Let’s defeat this Billy Fowler and the harpy, Apathy. It shouldn’t take much effort. Fowler has had the worst luck since returning and Miss Apathy…she wouldn’t really leave her children in the care of their father? I don’t even think she will show up to the match.
Esmeralda watches with a grin as mostly dressed prostitutes make their way into the room, looking in shock and awe at the dead security. Not that they were there for the girls anyway.
To be continued…
