Auri Auclair & Seraphine Campbell
Written in collaboration with @Mr Allen J.
Starry Skies Club
That night
‘Starry Skies’ is one of the premier clubs in Baybridge, the bottom two floors of the building were all dedicated to the club. The ground floor was an enormous dance floor, dark now, but at night faintly lit by strobing lights and populated by dancing bodies. The floor above is a balcony overlooking the dancefloor, lined with comfortable chairs and tables, albeit with a much smaller bar to cater to the smaller crowds that made their way up there.
Above the club itself however, lies the true business, hiding behind the legitimate front. The third floor, once you have passed a reception desk and bulky, silent guards, opens up onto the business the White Spider Society is well known for. This floor is divided into a number of lounges, frequently populated by clients, each accompanied by one or more men or women, depending on their own personal tastes. The Society caters to any and all tastes, without questions or judgement, as long as you are willing to pay.
In several of the rooms are podiums, walkways, and steel poles that rise from the floor to the ceiling. It would take a very naïve visitor to miss the purpose of this level. If the furnishings were not enough to give it away then the girls, and boys wandering around would surely illuminate them. Some are dressed more tastefully, in expensive dresses that leave little to the imagination, while others are far more scantily clad.
It is easy to trace the more expensive girls and boys, the clothes they are wearing are without exception designer, and frequently conceal more of their form, while revealing just enough to irresistibly tantalise the lust in any human’s mind. The young men wear suits by Hugo Boss and Vivienne Westwood, the young women in everything from Holt to Dolce & Gabbana.
There are a few clients already there, despite the earliness of the hour, a number of men and even a woman or two. They are each accompanied by one of the Society’s employees, if not more, and are enjoying a drink and some more relaxed physical intimacy before making their way upstairs to the rooms provided.
In one of these rooms sits a young girl before a mirror, no more than twenty years old. It is a comfortably large room, or two rooms actually, albeit separated only by a wide archway. It is one of the larger rooms that the employees are actually permitted to stay in. Every employee was expected to take clients in their room of course, though there were larger and more luxuriant suites available for high-roller clients. The girl before the mirror often found herself in one of the more expensive suites, though rarely sleeping much in those broad beds.
Her room is a benefit of her popularity, the more you work and earn for the Society, the better you are treated. Your clothes are more expensive and fragrances more exotic, and though you are still expected to most often entertain clients in your own room, you are assigned a larger and more comfortable one.
There are only a handful of courtesans in ‘Starry Skies’ who have earned an Executive suite. And the girl before the mirror was the youngest of all of them.
Seraphine was only just nineteen, but she had been working for the Society for the last two years, ever since they had discovered her taking advantage of her early development. Anyone looking at her would have been taken by her beauty, a look of still fragile innocence that had somehow survived two years serving the White Spider Society. She was only partly clothed, having not yet chosen a dress for the night. She added the finishing touches to her makeup, a careful task that only highlighted her delicate features. It had been one of the first things the Society had taught her, how to draw attention to her eyes and lips, to carefully accentuate her best features without excess.
She stared at herself for a moment, seeing someone she hardly recognised. She’d never thought this was where she’d end up when she ran away from home. She wasn’t really sure what she’d expected to be, but she certainly hadn’t expected a whore. No matter how high class she might be, no matter how much the Society might charge on her behalf, that is what she was when it came down to it. A prostitute.
It wasn’t a particularly unpleasant life, she lived well, almost luxuriantly in fact, and she was certainly in better shape than she had been before the Society had taken her in. They looked after their investments, and Seraphine was certainly a lucrative investment. She was young, she was beautiful, and on command she could become enough girls to satisfy even the most insatiable of nymphomaniacs.
She snapped out of her moment of contemplation, turning away from the dressing table towards the mirror fronted closet that lined one wall of the bedroom. There were a lot of mirrors in the rooms of ‘Starry Skies’. Selecting a dress carefully, she slid into it then added a pair of high heels and surveyed the final result. She nodded once to herself.
The door clicked closed on the spotless room, she would be returning here later with a guest, and it didn’t do to leave it messy.
Seraphine didn't like Auri Auclair, the chubby girl didn't seem to like her much either. Auri ran the club, so this wasn't an ideal arrangement. The girl was arrogant, conceited and spoiled rotten by the Society. Sophie Jones had never been given the chance to be arrogant, nor even to enjoy her wealth. Auri had everything that Seraphine wanted, and she simply took it for granted.
The escort resisted the urge to roll her eyes as she caught sight of her superior, surprised to find her to apparently be working. Nonetheless, she was expected to report to her before beginning tonight. Her client tonight was new to her, so she'd only been given a few instructions on how to dress before presenting herself to Auri for inspection. She had seethed inwardly at those words.
The door opened, and Auri Auclair stepped inside the room. The bouncer was so kind as to keep the scum out of the Starry Skies. The club that Auri herself managed. She had on a red scale dress, and was holding a matching red purse, and red heels. She casually stepped inside, as the first thing she caught sight of was her top escort; Seraphine Campbell - a prime member of the Society. A Metahuman who can clone herself is very useful to the Society... Especially for those with twin fetishes.
With a wide smile on her face, Auri said, "
Bonjour, Miss Seraphine." She greeted her escort. "I believe that everything is in working order?"
Seraphine wasn't quite so adept at concealing her reaction as she would have hoped, though she managed to catch her jaw before it dropped. Even so, the surprise and shocked realisation was clear. Perhaps it should not have been such a shock, thinking back, her instructions had simply told her to meet Auri here. She'd assumed that tonight she was to be escorting a particularly important client, and she cursed her own arrogance silently.
This would not be the first time Seraphine had escorted a member of the Society, but she had not for a moment imagined that it would be Auri. It was not that it was a female, Seraphine did not care either way if they were male or female, it was that it was Auri...
Eventually her training kicked in, and the surprise on her face was subsumed by the composed elegance expected of her.
"Bonjour Mistress Auri," She nodded respectfully, "Am I to accompany you tonight?"
There was an almost indefinable hint of annoyance beneath the carefully subservient tone, Seraphine wasn't sure quite where to go with this situation, and she disliked that most of all.
"Yes, yes, madam. You will be accompanying me tonight." Auri stated in a thick French accent. "I also came by to make sure that the club is still in one piece... the Croquetaigne
sisters demanded it, after all." Auri added as she did a quick glance around the area. "Nothing is on fire." She dryly noted.
The escort stifled her objection, knowing that it would likely only delight Auri further. The Croquetaigne sisters? Would they be here? Tonight, and would she be stuck next to Auri for the entire duration?
It seemed that would not entirely be the case she realised as she moved to Auri's side. She was grateful for the good fortune that had seen her select a dark, deep blue dress that actually set off rather nicely against Auri's outfit.
Auri began walking through the club. "Anyways, how are you, mon cheri? Good? We'll be heading to Starrybanks tonight."
Seraphine blinked, once again caught off guard, she hadn't expected her client to inquire as to her wellbeing. Usually it was only those clients who were new that asked how she was. Either that or those that were much sharper, and more watchful. Seraphine hadn't pegged Auri as either, and was hurriedly revising her expectations.
"I-I'm well, thank you Mistress Auri. Yourself?"
"Good, good, good." Auri answered, despite the fact that the aforementioned sisters were being a pain in her ass.
She wondered why they were leaving immediately, and before her mind could catch her mouth, announced that brief thought.
"Do you have business there?"
"Not precisely...." Auri stated in a thick French accent. "I was merely asked to check up on things... other than that, I'll be relaxing here for awhile."
Seraphine smiled, once more back in her comfort zone. She moved closer to the older woman, "I understand, do you need me to get you a drink?"
She slipped effortlessly into her role, apparently eager to please her client
"Yes, that'd be appreciated." Auri said as she found herself a chair in the club, and putting her purse off to the side. "Red wine, please."
Seraphine moved sinuously from Auri's side and towards the bar, knowing that any other client would right now have their eyes fixed on her swaying hips and backside. She rapped on the bar with clear familiarity, and one of the well-dressed men behind it responded with alacrity. She ordered wine for Auri, knowing better than to ask for something for herself without a hint. A bottle that cost more than the dress she was wearing was opened and poured into a large glass.
She returned with the alcohol, handing it to the woman in red before sitting opposite her. She was just far away enough for comfort, but close enough that intimacy would be easily achieved.
"You look lovely tonight, I'll admit I'm jealous of that dress, it is gorgeous..."
The compliment made Auri smile as she looked down at the fancy dress she was wearing. The best that White Arachne's fortune could buy. Auri herself grabbed the wine from Seraphine, and immediately took a sip. Ah. The best
alcohol that Arachne's fortune could buy.
"Oh thank you!" Auri smiled. "You are looking dashing yourself, Ms. Campbell."
Seraphine smiled faintly, innocently, and yet somehow that innocent twitch of the lips oozed sexuality. "Ah you know you don't have to call me Ms. Campbell Mistress Auri..."
"It's... only
polite." Auri returned the smile.
"Oh... I don't mind..."
She lounged carefully back on the chair, one leg crossed daintily over the other.
"It just seems so stuffy to be Ms. Campbell..."
"Ah... Then I guess I'll just call you Seraphine... just for today."
Auri acquiescing? Seraphine was now considerably puzzled. She couldn't see Auri going out of her way to be pleasant to her and although calling her Seraphine was only a small concession, it was just the sort of petty thing she thought Auri would have chosen to annoy her with. The fact that she didn't seem to be hating the night already was unnerving her, although she was beginning to relax a little more.
"And you? Do you want me to call you anything other than Mistress?"
This could be interesting, client's had asked for many things before. One had insisted on being referred to only as 'Goddess', another wanted to be called 'Little Boy', that had been an interesting night...
"Ummmm...." Auri said, with a fake, innocent tone as if she was a young schoolgirl. She leaned in close to Seraphine as she said, "... Just call me,
Auri."
Seraphine had seen it coming before the punchline, not that it was particularly funny. She raised an eyebrow. She leaned in herself, whispering conspiratorially, "I can work with Auri."
She leaned back languously, "so when are we leaving, do we get to actually enjoy ourselves a bit first or do we need to behave while the sisters are here?"
"We'll be leaving around nighttime, but...." Auri trailed off. "They won't mind at all...."
Seraphine moved over, settling herself beside the French girl and tracing one hand delicately up her leg, there was nothing innocent about her maneuver. She leaned to Auri's ear and whispered...
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