Chapter 2 – Bathing

Chapter 2 – Bathing

"Miss, it is time for you to wake up," one of the orphans says, eyes glued to the floor.

"Ok, thanks for waking me up," I react, still startled by the wake-up calls. I usually am awake, getting only a few hours between the kicking in my womb. Starting towards the door. The orphan girl walks out ahead to handle her next chore. Still naked, I return to the first floor, where the bathing room is. I would've liked working and living here if I could just be a masseuse. Great bath, meals, soft bed, and if I wasn't such an ass, a lot of friends. But that isn't all I do.

Finally, I reached the bath area. It is just like the bath in the masseuse's room just bigger. The constant waterfall appears to circulate the water. I'm unsure if new water is being created or if the water is being cleaned and reused. I grab some soap and a brush and step into the water. Only Yuki and Mistress get others to wash them; the rest of us have to do it ourselves or get help from other girls to clean.

While I'm not really friends with the other girls, we all help each other with the little things like this. I start to work on my lower legs. They are toned and long, plenty to show off on stage or wrap around a partner in bed. I scrub hard on my fair skin, I may not have scales all over my body, but I've found my skin to be quite tough, like scales but with the smooth feel of human skin.

Mistress allows us a shaving stone that shaves all our hair below our eyebrows, which is excellent for keeping us smooth to the touch, but a few girls like their bush or want a slightly different pattern around their down there, so they have to shave the usual way. Even if I wanted that look, I couldn't keep it. My belly has typically been too big for me to shave myself, and that is something no girl wants to do for another. I quickly make my way to that region, using my hand to carefully wash my abused pussy and currently limp dick. Then, to my stomach, still bloated from the oversized pregnancy. Before I was here, it used to be just abs. I worked hard to keep them like that when I was young. I don't know if I'll ever get them to look like that again.

My breasts have changed the most here. Each class I'm forced to go through here has put me through yet another growth spurt, and the only part to grow each time was my breast. I went from a nice 32D to my now 34G. Part of that growth was likely the milk I'm always carrying around. Some of which I release while washing them. Finally getting my face. Switching to my shampoo, I clean the grime from my long hair. I haven't cut my hair once here. The only thing keeping it from pooling at my feet is my seven feet height. It reaches down to my mid-thigh.

Knowing I'll need help to get my backside, I look around and hope to see Mai, but I don't see the cute cat. So I see if others are about to start their back so we can help each other. I see Vasati starting on her hair, so I start heading in her direction, careful to keep my tail from hitting anyone. "Hi, Vasati. Would you like to help each other clean our backs?" I ask, and everyone always says yes, but I know they don't like to help me due to my wings making it take longer.

"Sure, can you help finish my hair up? We need to make up time for you." She has the second longest hair, barely losing out to me in length.

"Of course, thanks." She's a wood elf, so her hair is a beautiful brown and gives off a faint smell of the woods if it is clean. She has also been here the longest of all the girls, beating my time by about fifty years. She is one of the few here staying by choice; she earned her freedom forty-seven years ago. I'm not sure why she hasn't asked for better accommodations. Mistress would definitely give it to her, but she seems happy, so there is no point giving it much thought. Only two other girls are here of their own will, Yuki and a human girl named Ciara. Ciara runs the dancing section, while Viasati runs the prostitution portion.

"No, just massages tonight. Tonight, I will start getting tests for my next batch."

"Good, well, have a relaxing break. Hopefully, my night can be that easy. Last night, I had a very active older woman. I'm still a little sore from everything she did to my ass. Bye rainbow, have fun up front."

"Sorry to hear that. I'll do my best. Bye, kitty" She turns to leave, waving her ass and tail in one last tease.

With her gone, I speed up my eating; most people have left, and just a few orphans are still eating. They likely don't have anything to do till a little after the customers start rolling in. I return my plate and eat my apple on the way to the entrance. For now, the only guest that enters will be coming to see me. The rest of the girls have a few more hours till customers go for them. The other girls set the stage and then start their makeup. I don't have to put the makeup on. Mistress has never said why, but I assume it is due to the constantly changing colors of my hair and eyes, which is the only difference I can think of.

I don't take long to make my way to the entrance. Any area that guests typically see has a grand appearance to help the powerful clients feel they are at a party fit for the Queen if they ignore the whores. I shouldn't use that word to describe myself and the other girls, but sometimes, it is almost funny. I've long gotten used to hearing the phrase shouted by patrons who don't last here long; those who want to enjoy their time here know that they need to be nice to everyone; well, except me. I'm forced to be friendly no matter what they do to me. It is rare for anyone to cross a line that lets me kick them out. I can only think of two instances. Both were after I gave birth, and they wanted to do something I would typically have no choice but to say yes to. I move behind the little counter on the left side. This one is just for any special services we do, which has typically been my massage service for the last few years. The main counter was on the other side, but no one was there.

I rarely have to wait long for a customer. I've been giving massages for about nine years, and I'm probably the best in the city, so I'm always in demand. I even have a waitlist. I work the waitlist from sunrise to midnight through the seventh day. Luckily, I don't have to do anything sexual for those; I would be too disgusting by the end of the day to help anyone relieve stress. The rest of the days are first come, first serve.

Bored, I started to check if any new decorations were added. It only happens generally once a year, but it is the only thing I can do. The same five paintings are still here. One is of the Mistress hanging over the door to her office next to the main counter. Another of Yuki, in a piano performance, looked stunning in a white dress. Hanging on the wall in the middle was a painting of the founder. The woman was almost the same as Mistress; she smiled more. One above me was a purple flower. I asked Mistress about it, but she refused to tell me what the flower was and what it represented. I'm betting it is the main ingredient for some aphrodisiac potion. It could also be a fertility potion, added shortly after I got my first breeding class. The last is a miniature painting of girls dancing, signaling our top rating from the brothel management committee. They come by each year to check how good each brothel is and rank them. They also do random inspections to ensure all the laws are followed. They've never found anything wrong with my treatment, so I don't think there are many laws. Probably just horny nobles finding an easy way to get cheap sex from good whores.

The last notable decoration is the large chandelier in the middle of the room. Seven feet in diameter, hundred little magic flames. It was added last month, an upgrade from the 6-foot-diameter one. The amount of light it could give off made it seem like we had a personal sun in the room. Luckily, she didn't keep it on that bright; I would have a blind spot in my vision from it. Right now, it was barely on, just enough to have light refract through the many crystals from which it was mainly built. Everyone said it looked better when I was in the room since the light my tail off gives it a lot more color; I obviously don't know what it looks like without me, so I'm not sure. But looking at it with me here is pretty, so I'll take the compliment.

I hear some heels working up the marble stairs to our door. When someone is behind the special service counter, a light is seen on the front of the building, letting those walking outside know we have a special going on. It probably means I am taking customers for a massage because this counter is rare for anything else. The heels have a deliberate fall, so whoever is coming up has had a lot of practice with the heels. Most likely a high noble or a retired showgirl. Showgirls are rare, but they are much more likely to come in for a massage than participate in what goes on behind the wall and curtains.