“Get
ready ladies I open the doors in less than thirty!” the Madam voice that called
out could have been described as husky for a woman. The deep alto rang through
the Hive and bounced through halls giving the four working girls their warning.
The
five bedroom Victorian style mansion once rang out power, money and the elite.
Once the rich merchants, politicians, and founding fathers lived in this
historical early eighteenth century home. Now it still said the same. Still
power, still money, still elite. Only now sex was an added factor.
Now
powerful men, rich men, and men of high class came and visited the home. They
came for their ladies of the night. Madam Flowers ran the Honey Hive and her
group of girls. Four girls who used their minds as well as their bodies to
seduce men. To show them a night of magic and take away the loneliness of their
fast paced lives. Take the distractions of their work, the fears of their
nightmares and the coldness of their wives from their lives and make them vanish
like morning dew. The Honey Bees replace it with passion, magic, and pleasure.
The girlfriend experience, the exotic dances, the kink, the ultimate fantasies
become so realistic that for a moment or two that is their lives. But only for
a moment. And it comes for a price.
The
Honey Hive wasn’t made up of cheap prostitutes working corners in the drug
abused hood. The Bees were upper class and they come for the upper class price.
Madam
Flowers sat in her bay window in the third story. Once the spot in the tower
was servant’s corridors now it was used as her personal space. She lit a
cigarette and inhaled the smoke. She was going to die of something someday. She
might as well meet the inevitable doing what she enjoyed. The Marlboro red
cowboy killer in her hand was an old habit from a former life. It didn’t fit in
with the thirty-five dollar class of wine in her hand but like the dragon tramp
stamp she kept it suited her.
The
appointment book was solid for the night. Each girl had two dates for the
night. The men who had to be home to their families or most importantly
couldn’t afford her girls for the whole night came early. From eight until ten
the men would be present. Dining on appetizers in the vast and luxurious
sitting room, drinking bourbon in the sitting room bar chatting with the other
Bees before taking their women to their rooms for their time.
By
eleven the girls second dates would be here and would stay until breakfast or
until they have had their fill. And after that Madam’s bank account would take
in her cut from the girls almost eight hundred dollars and each of the girls
would bank their own money.
“You
need to unlock the doors Flower,” a man said from behind her.
“Geoff
do you think that I’m getting to old?”
The
forty-five year old security guard and the only male who resided in the Hive
had been Flowers friend since the streets. Since she was working a low grade
corner in the lower end of Hollywood and had a strong handed pimp and Geoff was
his right hand man.
She saw
Geoff smile in the mirror. “Flower you still have yet to even touch your prime
yet exceed it. Still the prettiest girl in the whole Hive.”
“I’m
forty-one this year.”
“Age is
just a number Flower and look how far you have come in the last few years. Now
you are the Queen Bee. Everything you ever wanted to be.”
Flowers
put out her cigarette and stood careful of her black evening gown and kissed
Geoff gently on the cheek. “I better let those horny cheating bastards in
before they blow on my front porch.”
“Make
sure they leave their trust funds on the front desk and call if you need me.”
***
One by
one her girls graced the stairs. Geoff had always called her the Queen Bee so
she had felt, when she decided to open her own brothel that it be the Honey
Hive. Now her worker bees carried on the tradition. Honey Suckle, Delilah, Iris
and Rose now stood waiting gracefully just inside the grand entrance.
Dressed
in sheer, silk, lace and damn near respectable taunting dresses and murderous
heels they looked like the women of every man’s dream.
Iris
was the houses most exotic taste. Mocha island tanned skin, hair so dark that
it put Black Beauty to shame and eyes of stormy sea green. She was limber and
could whisper seductive lies in a language unknown to the other Bees.
Delilah
was the girl-next-door. Their classy Daisy Duke who looked like everyone’s kid
sister and kindergarten teacher. Brown hair that flowed down her back, lean
body and baby face she was girl men played out their high school fantasies
with.
Rose
was the class and style the men choose to date outside the Honey Hive. But in
the bedroom she let them explore everything their women wouldn’t let them.
Dangerously long blonde hair and long perfectly legs and the bosom warm and
welcoming.
Honey
Suckle carried bulk about her. Beauty was in her but however she held it
heavier, never fat was she called. However pushing two hundred pounds she was
the houses chubby chaser and ridiculously popular. She was just as sexy as the
other girls and had zero desire to lose the extra
poundage.
Madam
Flower’s wasn’t some drugged up, curb side, pimp from the hood. She choose her
girls
carefully and adored them like her own. This was a business, true here in
Virginia not as legal as most, but still. This was a business and sex sold.
Madam Flowers sells the best out of The Honey Hive.
