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 "Yes, Madam Rarity."
 >You sip the irish coffee slowly, letting the warmth seep through you
 >"Do make sure not to take off your underwear for this one - she's a newcomer, and we want her to come back for more."
 "Does that include my undershirt?
 >"What is it today?"
 "Tuesday - so a neckless."
 >Neckless. Rarity found that term more tasteful than 'wifebeater'. Of course, she thought the concept of a wife-beater was hilarious - who ever heard of a husband beating his wife?
 >"I think not, dear. It's not even fluffed yet shows your collarbone, so..."
 >She trails off, looking out the window
 >You follow her gaze; the lit streets of Canterlot shine below your madame's apartment
 >Rain beats softly against the glass, providing a gentle backdrop to your conversation
 >You detect a sniffle
 "Madam? Madam Rar-"
 >"Rarity. Please, Anon... just Rarity. I'm....so sorry that I asked you to do this..."
 >She turns to look at you, her face calm, but her eyes a maelstrom of emotions
 "Rarara, it's -"
 >"I don't deserve that pet name, and I don't deserve your friendship! If I was better at business, then I could've kept the boutique afloat withou-"
 "Rarity."
 >She stops her self-pity and looks at you again, swallowing hard
 "It's alright. I-I don't mind. This isn't the worst thing that could happen to me, ok? And it's only temporary, right?"
 >She nods, her lower lip quivering - fighting the urge to sob, trying to stay composed for you
 >These pones never could hide their emotions well
 "Rara-"
 >"Don't."
 >You smile and reach forward, petting her head gently
 "Rara. My cli- our client will be here soon. Please make sure you're ready."
 >Rarity nods wordlessly and hops out of the chair, making her way out of the suite
 >This... seems to be getting harder for her
 >You are Anon
 >And for the past 6 months, under the management of your Madam
 >you were the highest-paid, most desirable hooker in Canterlot
 
 >You thumb through your Jane's file
 >Rarity may have second thoughts about being a Madam, but damn it if she wasn't good at it
 >Let's see
 >Once again, a typical newcomer
 >Is it a bad thing that you're starting to be a little jaded?
 >Good family, 'proper' breeding, used a fake name but didn't cover her cutiemark for the screening photo
 >Hm. No kinks listed, nothing on file...
 >Marked wanting a "romantic" encounter - that's typical as well. Don't want to show your true colors and be branded a weirdo...
 >Probably a mare that wants to 'just try it out'
 >They never showed up just once, though.
 >A light chime snaps you out of your thoughts, and you slide the file into your messenger bag
 >Or as they call it, a coltpurse
 >Ugh. Sex innuendos and horse puns everywhere
 >Standing up, you make sure your hair is mussed up "properly", your shirt unbuttoned down to your mid-chest, and your demeanor relaxed
 >You clear the table of your coffee, replacing it with a bottle of red and two glasses
 >You sit down, facing the door, and wait
 >That was the 5-minute notice, so at any time you sh-
 >*knockknock*
 "Come in~"
 >You use your deepest, huskiest voice
 >You cross your legs and lean back into the chair, smiling warmly
 >After all, first impressions are important
 >The door handle is wrapped in Rarity's magic, and opens
 >Your Jane stands in the doorway, eyes wide
 >Yes, little girl. You did just pay a few thousand bits for this.
 >She swallows hard, her polished hoof stepping timidly into your parlor
 >You smile and open your arms slightly
 "Love, do come in out of the rain~"
 >No, little girl. You can't leave now.
 >She keeps her eyes locked onto your frame, drinking in your form in all the ways her father told her not to
 >As soon as her tail clears the threshold, the door silently closes on her, an all-but-inaudible click signalling her time has begun
 
 >She keeps walking towards you - slowly at first, but soon she adopts a more natural gait
 >"U-uhm... G-good evening, sir."
 >Proper breeding still coming out
 >Cute
 "Good evening, M'lady. Please, sit - I promise I won't bite."
 >You smile, making sure not to show any teeth
 >She nods and does so - and you lean forward, pouring her a glass of red
 "It's a horrid night out tonight. Did you have a good trip over?"
 >"Mmhmm...."
 >She stares at the drink you poured - or is it your hands? - and you chuckle
 "It's just a normal, red wine. Or would you prefer a port...?"
 >"Oh! Ah-n-no, this is fine. I just..."
 >You don't fill the silence
 >"...I-I don't typically do this kind of stuff, you know? I'm just, just try-"
 "Love."
 >She quiets up so fast you're sure you hear her teeth clack together
 >You won't get a tip if she stays this stressed out
 "No one knows your name, no one knows you're here. You're trying something exotic in a safe place with no judgement from anyone, so..."
 >As you speak, you see her visibly relax
 "Don't judge yourself."
 >She takes the glass in her magic and sips it, a soft smile playing on her lips
 >"So... so how do we do this, Anon?"
 >Your lip twitches
 "It's bad form to use real names..."
 >"O-oh! S-sorry"
 >You hold up your hand
 "First time, so it's alright. And, this all depends on if you want me to lead, or if you want to."
 >Considering it's her first time, traditional stereotypes will come out so she'll-
 >"I'd like to lead, if that's ok?"
 >You nod and stand up slowly
 >Her ears flat as she realizes just how /tall/ you are
 >You bow slightly
 "So, what would M'lady want to do with me? Or... is the better question..."
 >You drop your voice again
 "What would she like to do to me~"
 >Your jane blushes hard, putting the glass down on the table with a forceful *tok*
 >"Let's...the bed?"
 >She gives you another order-question
 >Less and less you're sure she's ever been with anyone before...
 >You'll bring that up on her next visit. Or the one after that
 
 >She wraps your hand in her magic, and it fizzles out
 >"O-oh! I uh-"
 >You recover for her, placing your hand on her withers
 >She clears her throat and 'leads' you to the bed
 >Looking up at you, you nod softly and turn around, sitting on the bed
 >You pat the spot next to you, and she hops up as well
 >Your arms wrap around her barrel, pulling her tightly against your chest
 >You hear her inhale deeply and feel her shudder
 >....this is her first time
 >Your leg shouldn't be that wet
 >She stays still, like a spooked deer, just breathing in deep
 >Whelp. So much for her leading
 >You cup her chin in your hand, raising it up to look her in the eyes
 "Take off my shirt."
 >Her horn lights up, and you shake your head
 "Mouth."
 >"O-oh..."
 >Her horn powers down, but glows softly - she is really turned on, poor dear
 >Her lips find your buttons, kissing them open
 >As her muzzle trails lower, you lean back, giving her plenty of access
 >Soon your shirt is fully open, her breath hot on your belly
 >You slide out of your overshirt, tossing it onto the chair
 >She moves down to open your pants, but you stop her with a hand on her neck
 "Lay beside me."
 >She nods, wordlessly stretching out beside your body
 >You she stares into your eyes as you slide out of your pants
 >Alright, time for the... hard conversation
 "Now...Miss...You wanted a romantic encounter?"
 >She moves her mouth wordlessly, nodding as her blush threatens to turn her permanently red
 "It's only 20% extra to be the small spoon... would you like that?"
 >You trail your fingers along her side, and she shudders
 >"y...yes-"
 >You nod - not at her, but at the enchanted lamp in the corner
 >Your Madam will upcharge appropriately
 "Turn around, love."
 >She does so, her tail flicking madly from side to side
 >Your arm drapes over her barrel, the other sliding under her neck to provide some comfort
 >"Oooh....s-so warm..."
 >You pull her tightly against your body, and she squirms
 "Hey."
 >"Mmm?"
 
 "I like you, so don't tell Madam..."
 >"T-tell her wh-Oooooh~"
 >You start to gently rub her belly, letting your fingers drag along her fur
 >Bellyrubs weren't usually extra, but you don't need to tell her that now
 >"Mmmm~"
 >She leans her head back, and you nuzzle her cheek, your arm squeezing her slightly
 >You grip her hoof in your hand, rubbing it in time with her bellyrubs
 >Time to make her a regular
 "You're such a pretty pony..."
 >"Aahn~?"
 >You nod against her neck, and she wickers softly
 "So pretty. And nice, too~"
 >She mewls against your touch
 >You lift your hand from her belly for only a moment, and she whines
 >You place it back down, confident in her repeat-customer status
 >It feels....interesting, being a drug to this little mare
 >You keep whispering sweet nothings in her ear as the lights automatically begin to dim
 >She sighs deeply, and you curl up around her, completing the spoon
 "...such a pretty pony...."
 * * *
 >The lamp flashes dimly, twice in the dark room
 >Your signal to leave - her 2 hours were up
 >Maybe you need two cups of coffee before an appointment - this mare was actually pretty comfy
 >Slowly, you slide your arm out from under her, replacing it with the pillow you were resting your head on
 >She inhales deeply, your scent and warmpth still there - so she suspects nothing
 >Standing up, you begin to sneak out of the room - she has it for the night, but not you
 >But a sharp inhale makes you sigh internally
 >"Mmm... Ano-em... sir? Please..."
 >5 more minutes, hmm?
 >"Please....don't leave me alone."
 >oh
 >You walk back to the mare, reaching down to pet her mane
 "Sorry, love. My time is up..."
 >She sighs - sadness and contentment intermingled. "You... you were my-"
 >You silence her by doingthe one thing that you have never, EVER done
 >You kiss her gently
 >Sweetly
 >Like a first kiss should be
 >You break it off, and the silence could deafen you both
 "...next time. Maybe...we'll go for coffee?"
 >"I'd.... I'd like that." she sleepily responds
 
 >You close the door on her sleeping form and make your way down the hall
 >You knock twice on an unassuming door, and Rarity's magic opens it for you
 >Your Madam sits behind a low desk, an assembly of mirrors and small pools off to the side, showing various views and angles of your room
 >"A 20% upcharge. Very well done, Anon."
 "Hmm. Thanks, Rarity."
 >"I'll....not raise her rates for the next time. I don't think she's like the others."
 >You sit down on the opposite side of the desk - not like an employee, but more as a partner
 >A long silence sits between the two of you, only the sound of the rain and magically-enhanced breathing coming from the mirrors to disturb it
 >"Was that your first?"
 >You start at the bluntness of the question, your mind racing
 "My first what?"
 >Rarity turns to look at you, her eyes betraying concern
 >"Was that... your first kiss?"
 >Oh, uh.
 "With a pony... yes."
 >She closes her eyes, seeming to will back some pain
 >Ugh. That's right, this is a hyper-romantic horse boss you've got here
 >"I-I'm sorry fo-"
 "For what, Rara? For me kissing a mare who just wanted to be held on Hearts and Hooves weekend? Please."
 >"But I'm forcing you into this life! You were an innocent colt-"
 "I wouldn't say innocent, per se"
 >"-before I degraded you! And now look! You're giving away what should go to your Wives to just... anyone who can pay the price!"
 >You roll your eyes, but the sound of Rarity's hoof hitting the desk makes you quirk an eyebrow
 >"I-I'm serious! Anon... Anon this ends tonight. I'm not going to force you into this anymore - if I have to move back in with my parents, so be it, bu-"
 "Rara."
 >Your tone wasn't that of a friend
 >It was that of a predator
 "Rara, you can't force me to do a damn thing. I'm three times your weight-"
 >"Yes, bu-"
 "-your magic doesn't work on me-"
 >"But th-"
 >You lean over the table, and she stops speaking, your face filling her vision
 "-and if you think I'm so stupid as to be taken in by a gorgeous mare..."
 
 >"Ah-anon..."
 "...and if you haven't figured out why I'm still doing this for you..."
 >Her eyes close softly, a smile spreading across her face
 "...then you really are a silly pony."
 >Rarity leans forward and you don't stop her
 >her lips press against yours, and you open your mouth just so - letting her tongue in
 >Your hand reaches around to grip her mane, holding her into the kiss for just a little while longer
 >Breaking the kiss, you're both breathing heavily
 >You grin widely, and she returns it
 >"W-well... if that's the case, I better make sure I take the rest of your firsts - to make sure you remain a proper colt, of course."
 >Her hoof sweeps off the mirrors and paperwork on her desk
 "Yes, it would be untoward if we mixed business with pleasure."
 >You respond, pulling your shirt up and over your head
 >"Quite, quite." Rarity's magic glows on the light switch, and you reach out, gripping her horn between your fingers
 >She moans
 "No."
 >"Oohhh~?"
 "The lights stay on."
 
 
 [spoiler]
 >From that night forward, her desk always did have a bit of a wobble.
 
 [/spoiler]