Nova Midnight

NOVA MIDNIGHT

Prologue

The Big Apple was new to her, being a young woman from a small, mid-western town. New York City was everything Benton, Nebraska was not: towering skyscrapers, various cultures being shared, and hoards of people walking up and down the sidewalk. Laura Brooks sat on the wooden bench across from a local NYC strip bar, Shadows, and swallowed as she watched a couple walk away from the entrance, both of them being tall and beautiful.

Laura had no idea why, but she was intrigued by the wickedness about what went on in the strip joint. The entrance was darkened, and when the doors opened, smoke curled out into the twilight. She huddled against the chilly wind of the spring night, pulling her jean jacket around her tightly. Her jeans were faded and worn, and her plain, dark red t-shirt was a bit too small for her busty chest. Simple, white sneakers adorned her feet, and Laura’s unattractive brown hair was pulled into a ponytail at the back of her neck, the tip of it brushing the middle of her back.

Laura was an ordinary twenty-year-old girl, except that she was homeless and orphaned. Her parents had died a long time ago, leaving her with an elderly grandmother when she was eight. Five weeks ago, Margaret Brooks had died in her sleep, and had left everything she had to her granddaughter. Laura hadn’t counted on the fact that her grandmother had given everything she had for Laura to have a good life. The bank had taken away all of Margaret’s possessions that was left, and sent Laura on her way, with nowhere to go and no one to ask for help.

After wondering through the Midwest and most of the New England states, she had stopped into New York City a few days ago to rest and spend the last of her money on a shady motel room for the weekend. Knowing that she needed to have some kind of money, she had wondered around this part of town looking at the bars. She felt guilty and dirty thinking about looking at these places, but every time she saw a woman in a skimpy dress leaning over the window of a high-priced car or rubbing up against a dark stranger in the darkness of an ally, Laura felt an odd quiver in the put of her stomach and a slight pulse between her legs.

Laura took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Opening up her small, army green canvas purse, she took out a tiny, dirty mirror and looked at herself. Sighing helplessly, she pushed her bangs out of her eyes and wished that she looked like a sexy pin-up instead of a dull librarian. She put the mirror back into her purse and took out some lip-gloss that she hoped made her lips look full and sensual.

Laura knew that she was okay looking if she would just dress up, but having no money and just a few outfits didn’t make that possible. The t-shirt she now wore was the sexiest thing she had, it being slightly too small for her large breasts. It was a v-neck, and showed off a good amount of cleavage, while her jeans were low-riders. There was a small portion of her slim, but terribly pale, stomach showing.

She remembered, blushing, about the free channel she had gotten in her room of amateur porn. Apparently, the motel owner was showing his own homemade videos. The girls that had been on there had been on two very different sides -- one had been blonde and dominant, while another had been brunette and submissive. Laura felt a piercing heat pool at the juncture of her thighs as she remembered the grunting and groaning of the man and woman as he thrust his manhood into her from behind.

Standing up as she pulled the rubber band out of her hair, Laura shook her head and tried to go for the tousled, sexy look that was her only chance getting any kind of money. She took a quaking breath and rolled her shoulders. Placing her purse firmly on her shoulder, she lifted her chin and walked steadily toward the doors of Shadows. Her insides trembled with anxiety, but her outside appearance was as composed as she could get.

Laura pushed open the doors and slowed down her stride as her eyes had to adjust to the hazy darkness of the bar. She swallowed quietly as she scanned her surroundings, seeing the stage with a pole on either side of the strip bar and a crowd gathered around the lips of the stages. The bar itself was crowded, as was the tables that were thrown oddly around the room. The men ranged from young to old, magnificent to unattractive. The women that were obviously working the nightshift were dressed in sexy attire and did their best to earn in more customers.

In the right corner, there was a extremely young girl, with light blonde hair to her shoulders, doing a sexy slither down the silver rod, wearing nothing but a pair of tiny jean shorts that did nothing to hide her backside. Her breasts were full, and she moved around the stage to show them off to the gleefully watching men around it. A leggy raven-haired woman with a red corset and a black, lacy thong, who was twirling a leather whip around her fingers, was dominating the left stage. She gave the men around her stage a ‘come hither’ look as she sauntered toward the end of the stage, her fingers now on the buttons of her corset.

Laura blinked and noticed that she was getting curious looks from everyone, the men raising an eyebrow, probably noticing that she might be new, while the ladies working raised their eyebrows from seeing a peculiar, simple girl walking in. She kept her chin high as she walked to the end of the bar where an older woman, who had to be in her forties, gave orders to the lady bartender. The older woman, Laura knew, was the owner and manager of Shadows. Laura also knew that only females worked there, as the owner wouldn’t hire any men. She also knew that the lady owner was a Madame, managing a secret escort ring. Laura shouldn’t feel the way she did when she thought about it, images of sweaty male skin rubbing against her breasts as moans come from her lips, as well as the male she was helping pleasure.

The older woman turned her eyes sharply, her forceful eyes staying on Laura even as she told the bartender to leave with a wave of her hand. Madame Jade, as Laura had heard she was called, was a beautiful woman, with long, thick blonde hair and sultry, dark blue eyes. Her cheekbones were prominent, and her mouth wide with dark pink lips. Tonight she wore a black trench coat dress that reached just above her knee-high cherry-colored boots, where all that was holding it together over her obviously naked body was the thin strap of leather at her waist.

Laura stopped in front of her and licked her lips. She felt her breath catch as she saw Madame Jade watch her lips intently, and then turn her eyes back to Laura’s. The corner of Madame Jade’s lips curved upward slowly. She started toward the back of the club, and turned her head while still in motion to make sure Laura was following. She needn’t to worry -- Laura was determined to do what she has to do to make money. She also was extremely turned-on at the thought of the things she would do if she got a job just at the strip joint, let alone the escort ring.

They stopped at the end of the hallway, the music in the main area now just a soft thumping in Laura’s body, in front of a door that opened into some kind of office area that didn’t really seem like an office.

“Make yourself comfortable, honey,” Madame Jade murmured just loud enough for Laura to hear. Laura walked into the small room that had barely enough room for all its contents, taking in the dark, seductive lighting, the red and purple tones of the plush couch on one side, and the big, cherry wood desk on the other. There were matching end tables on either side of the sofa that had lamps with burgundy shades to give the room its maroon tone. Laura took a seat on one side of the settee, and the woman sat at her side.

“You shouldn’t be here,” she murmured, placing one of her hands on the back of the sofa and turning toward Laura. Her other hand was rubbing erotically against her thigh, where the skirt of the trench coat parted to show her long, tan legs.

“I know,” Laura answered in a husky murmur, swallowing as she nervously looked down at her hands gripped in her lap. Madame Jade glanced down, seemingly noticing Laura’s apprehension, than took one of Laura’s hands gently in her own, rubbing her thumb against the girl’s knuckles slowly. Laura felt pinpricks of awareness shoot through her body.

“You’re so innocent, so inexperienced,” Madame Jade spoke softly. She looked back into Laura’s eyes. “What’s your name?”

“Laura Brooks,” she answered slowly but unconsciously. Her eyes watched Madame Jade’s thumb float across her knuckles. “It’s boring and plain, just like me.”

“I doubt that, darling,” the older woman said, leaning forward so her face was close to Laura’s. “I bet there is a hot-blooded, naughty woman bursting at the seams.”

All Laura could do was nod. Madame Jade leaned back, taking her hand from Laura’s hand, making it tremble slightly more from wanting to be touched again.

“Laura, why did you come to Shadows?” She watched Laura closely.

“I need a job. Money,” Laura answered honestly. She explained briefly her situation back home and how she had nowhere to go. Madame Jade nodded attentively. “And…” Laura hesitated.

“And what?” Madame Jade pressed.

“…I want…I want to be desired. To be seductive. To give pleasure and receive pleasure at the same time,” Laura tentatively answered, blushing fiercely. Madame’s lips rose slowly at her words.

“Have you even been pleasured?” Laura shook her head. “I supposed that you haven‘t. You do realize that if you agree to work for me, at least under the table, you will have to lose your … innocence.” Madame Jade raised her eyebrow.

“Yes,” Laura answered. The woman across from her watched Laura intently, then smiled again, lifted her hand up to push Laura’s bangs away from her face. Her fingers brushed her cheek as she pushed a piece of hair behind Laura’s ear then settled under her chin, holding her face still.

“I usually do not permit this,” she stated. “But for some mysterious reason you seemed to be exactly who I would like to do business with.”

“Thank you,” Laura whispered.

“Listen closely, my dear,” Madame Jade commanded, letting go of Laura’s chin. Laura nodded and leaned forward attentively. “You will live at the guesthouse on my property with my other girls, and tomorrow Cherry will take you to get pampered. She will tell you what clothes I like my girls to wear and not to wear, and will go more in-depth with the rules of the trade. Then, you will be tested at the local clinic, as all my girls are tested when they first start and usually monthly or every six weeks. Everything you need is provided for, as long as you remember that I get forty percent of each assignment you have.

“You are to address me as Madame, Miss Jade, or Madame Jade, only these. The men that are on our clientele list are all very wealthy and powerful men who prefer to stay anonymous, or are known as different names by my business. You are hired to be the man’s fantasy lover, and should do what they say, but if you are uncomfortable you are to come straight to me. I have the ultimate say about what my girls do, understand?”

Laura nodded. Miss Jade’s firm look turned gentle.

“As for the fact that you are so innocent, you have my guarantee that your first lover will be completely and absolutely gentle, and that it is your pleasure that will come first. It will be the one and only time it is completely about you -- my main business is to please the wealthy and powerful with sex. As for what I offer my clients, it is everything. An orgy, threesome, lesbian lovers, if they want to watch, we have it all. Do you have any objections to these? Tell me now, as this is the only time you will get a choice in it.”

“I…I don’t think so,” Laura murmured, her body getting hot as flashes of what could happen flickered through her mind. Her body temperature rose and her breathing became uneven. Being intimate with a woman -- Laura never thought she’d be aching to feel a woman’s breast against hers.

“Alright, love. You are going to have an early day tomorrow. I’ll call Cherry right away to bring the Lexus and take you back to the guesthouse. It’s nearly two in the morning,” Miss Jade stood elegantly and sauntered over to her desk. “Where are your bags, darling?”

“Barney’s Hotel. Room fourteen,” Laura answered breathily. Madame nodded and turned to make the arrangements. After she hung up the phone, she walked back to Laura, taking her hand and pulling her up.

“From now on…” Miss Jade murmured, leaning closer. Laura jumped when her lips touched her own, softly at first. Laura closed her eyes, opening her mouth slightly to feel Madame press her lips more against hers. Madame Jade ran the tip of her tongue tantalizingly over Laura’s bottom lip, making Laura gasp. She felt her knees turn weak as Madame Jade’s tongue stroked hers suddenly, exploring Laura’s mouth wickedly. Laura’s head spun as Miss Jade’s taste filled her senses, and she let out a whimper of disappointment when Madame pulled away slowly.

“From now on,” Madame Jade continued throatily, “you will be known as Nova Midnight.”









CH1 PREVIEW...

“Curfew is midnight, unless you’re with a client, then its three-thirty. Or, if you work at Shadows, it’s four o‘ clock. The only person allowed to bring clients into the houses is Madame, although she doesn’t do that much because there are six other girls, not including you or me, to satisfy her --”

“Satisfy her?” Laura was taken aback by that fact, and Cherry seemed to notice, stopping in the middle of the second flight of stairs.