teardropdangel
Disclaimer: No, I do not own GUNDAM WING, etc.
Author's Note: This is an alternate universe lemon fanfiction. As such, don't expect many references to the normal timeline of the Gundam Wing storyline. In regards to the lemon, yes this story will have a lot to do with SEX. If you under eighteen or have some opposition to explicit sex, don't read this fanfic.
P.S: I don?t think I?ll be continuing this one. It?s an old story of mine and there are so many fanfics out with Relena as a prostitute that I don?t think I?ll do the plot justice.
Chapter One
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She'd heard of the infamous House of Desires through an intricate web of secondhand gossip and whispered mummers. Tales of immoral on-goings that exacted sinful pleasures shrouded the mystery of the House. A month ago, all she could claim to know about the House of Desires was already public knowledge: that the rich, the powerful and the influential frequented the House. It was a public secret as delicate society rarely made comment on the scandalous occurrences of the House, turning a blind eye to them.
Normally, she was oblivious to the activities of the House-she hardly paid attention to the hurried whispers of the tales of the House. Through a series of life-altering events and circumstances, however, Relena Darilan found herself sitting on a weathered wooden chair in a dimly lighted room, pleading for work at the ill-reputed House.
The Madame, the head of the workforce in the House, pursed her lips as she observed the women with circumspect scrutiny. Her clothes were a bit shabby and worn, as well as too big for her slender form. One of her shoes sported a hole in the front. The image her appearance projected was that one of a woman in dire need of work. But the girl's face. . . Yes, the Madame thought. She had a pretty face with proud blue eyes, a dignified curve to her jaw and oddly enough and fresh aura of innocence about her. Possibilities of the peasant's use already shuffled through the Madame's business-like mind. No regretful thoughts of soiling an innocent arose. The girl had come on her own free will. ?Tell me, girl. What of your prior work experience??
Relena took a small in-drawn breath before answering. She had practiced for this before hand. ?I have waited tabled since I was fifteen, m?am, at my father?s tavern. In cases of absences in our staff, I would also fill in for the bartender and cashier.?
?Are you of age??
?Yes, m?am.?
The Madame did not question her words. If the chick said she was of age, that was that. ?What of your father?s tavern? Why do you not work there presently??
Relena lowered her head so that her eyes were hidden, so that her sadness was hidden. ?A fire, m?am. It destroyed everything we had and killed my father.? She did not add that the fire had been set on the orders of General Hawkins, the man the public had raised to godly-hood.
The hazel brown eyes of the Madame?s did not fill with sympathy and understanding. Madame Davis merely nodded. ?Do you dance??
Her golden head snapped up. ?Dance??
One penciled eyebrow lifted. ?Yes. Dance.?
?Well?I?ve never been ?uh?employed as a dancer, m?am.?
The Madame clucked her tongue against her teeth, tapped her fingers on the desk impatiently. ?You will have to learn, if you want this job. Many of my dancer?s may be absent during this time of the year?or might be otherwise preoccupied.? The Madame caught the girl?s bemused look and smirked. ?I am on the verge of hiring you, child. Do you know what goes on in this institution??
Relena licked her lips nervously, chose her words carefully. ?Not precisely. I have only heard vague talk of the House, ma?am.?
The Madame placed her fisted hand to her hip. ?Then I suppose you should see for yourself.? She whirled around and stalked to the left of where the closed door stood. The Madame?s hand paused as it reached for the brass oval knob. She turned back to Relena, one eyebrow lifted in a speculative expression. ?Are you a virgin, child??
Relena went still with shock, then flushed pink. ?N-no,? she lied on a stutter.
The Madame?s rouged lips curved in a knowing smile, as if she?d looked into Relena?s mind and picked out the truth. Respect for this virgin girl rose unbidden. She had mettle. ?Then you will not be shocked by what you will see here,? she said in a highly amused tone, then turned the brass knob and pushed the door open.
The scene that awaited Relena stole her breath. Her eyes took in the sight of bared limbs, intertwined loins, and thrown back gasping heads. The primal sounds of moaning and grunting fell upon her innocent ears. All the while sinful activities commenced, dancers on three small separate stages wore red and black dresses that had a scandalously low chest cut and stopped shorted their crotch. The dance itself was simple. Relena had seen enough dances in her life to know-but with the combination of the costumed the show appeared breath-takingly erotic. The waitresses wore a black dress of the same cut, Relena noted dismally. She would have to where that.
Dull light radiating from burning candles was the only means of seeing and it set and air of anonymity over the gallery. Privacy was emulated by the poor lighting so that one could pretend that one was alone.
A particularly high pitched scream jerked Relena back to reality. Without thought, she turned toward the direction of the sound and was ensnared by the sight of a red-headed girl pumping franticly over a man. His face was contorted in what appeared to be pain. The red-head?s breasts bounced as her alternately panted and moaned. Just as Relena?s senses came back, as she planned to tear her gaze away from the sight, the man?s hands shot out to grip the girl?s hips and slammed up into her and he let out a loud groan. A second later, he lay limp, gasping for breath, under the girl. Relena watched on in perverted fascination as the red-head climbed off of the maid, laid a kiss on his open mouth and sauntered over to where Relena and the Madame stood.
?Quite a performance, Christina,? the Madame assented.
?Thank you, Madame,? she replied, then grinned, a wicked light in her eyes. ?With Stephen it ain?t hard and I don?t have to pretend.?
?Yes,? the Madame acknowledged. ?And he pays handsomely as well.?
Christina?s grin turned sly. ?He sure does, Madame.?
The Madame nodded briskly, and then said, ?Go clean up and help Hilde with her customers.? The Madame?s gaze slid over to a three men-one woman orgy. Relena couldn?t stifle the gasp that escaped her mouth. ?They seemed to have?overwhelmed her.?
Christina nodded and swaggered away.
The Madame turned to Relena, who was still looking at the orgy with aghast, yet curious eyes. The Madame made a humming sound of approval at the glint of curiosity. The girl would do well. ?Do you still want the job, child?? Hesitation was clear and the Madame did something that was out of her character. She bargained. ?You aren?t required to pleasure the customers, although doing so would greatly increase your pay. I must tell you, however, that should we be in need of you, you would be forced to acquiesce to the act. I provide boarding for my girls if they are in need of it. There are five floors to this building. The first floor is the common entertainment floor. The fifth floor is my girls? quarters. The second, third and fourth floors are reserved for special customers who have specific?needs?
The moisture in Relena?s mouth was suddenly gone. To stall, she asked, ?I suppose the uniforms are standard??
?Yes, they are. Do you want the job or not??
Her upbringing urged her to say no and flee from the House, but she clamped down on that instinct. Milliardo. She would not let him down, not after Father?s death. She had to have this job. So instead of fleeing, she opened her mouth and said, ?Yes, Madame, I am still interested in the job.?
?Good.? A smile touched the Madame?s lips. She did not know why she hired the girl, but something compelled her to.
Besides, when she looked into those blue eyes of this girl, she saw a strength that rivaled her own and perhaps even a kindred spirit.
and....er.......wow.
thanx, but don't be down on yourself. Perhaps all you need is the proper motivation/inspiration, perfectpeach. Find it and you'll probably surpass my medicore writing. 
