Emancipating Emily – Chapter 3 (Part 1)

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Emancipating Emily – Chapter 3 (Part 1)
 
 
“You can’t come in.”
 
“What do you mean I can’t come in?”
 
“You can’t come in.”
 
“Yes, I know what you said, but this is a brothel ain’t it?  Y’all make money only after you let us in…”
 
There were three men standing on the front porch of a very respectable house.
 
The young woman at the door, however, would not budge.
 
“No one is allowed in until they’ve been vetted.”
 
“Vetted?  Vetted by who?” the man in front inquired.  He was also the biggest and loudest of the trio, as it so happens.
 
“Leave us your card and we’ll be in contact.”
 
“Pardon?” the man in back inquired in a slow Texas drawl.
 
“Do I fucking look like I carry a business card?  I mean for fuck’s sake.  What we've got here is a bunch of uppity…”
 
The man’s voice trailed off as the door slowly opened upon a very statuesque looking blonde.
 
An angry blonde, with a look in her eye that could tear through steel.
 
“This isn’t Aubrey’s.  Or the Yellow Rose, darlin,” the lithe woman in the white dress informed them, in a slow and orderly fashion.
 
“This is The River, and you only step foot in The River once you’ve been invited.”
 
The large man in front looked as if he was going to interject a point he found very relevant here, but before he could get a syllable out Emily had stepped forward, closing any distance between them, moving as lightly as a phantom might.
 
Emily traced the tip of a long fingernail down the man’s unshaven jawline.
 
“However, once you are invited… many unspeakable pleasures and treasures abound.  Now…” she began, as she moved a few fingertips over the front of his work pants.
 
“You have been very rude so far, which normally would not be tolerated in The River.  But as you are new and unaccustomed to civilization we will forgive it this one and only time.”
 
The large man in the dirty coveralls swallowed back whatever he’d been about to say, and simply said instead, “Yes ma’am”.
 
Because he was a quick learner.
 
His friend – not so much.
 
“I came all the way down here on my lunch break to get a blowjob, at the very least.  I was promised by some guy I met down at Billy’s on Grand last night.  In fact, he was spouting off to no end about how much better pussy is here.  So why don’t you step aside and let me in, so I can at least go home happy?”
 
The man’s face was nearly as oily as his hair, and there was dirt under his fingernails.
 
Emily’s upper lip curled at the offense.
 
And then she simply said, “There comes a time in every man’s life when he must choose the hill he will die upon.  Your choice is a strange one, I must admit.  But it is your choice, after all.”
 
And then she whistled.
 
A couple of large dogs came around the corner of the front porch.  They’d been sleeping by the back door, resting in the afternoon sun.
 
Neither of the dogs looked happy, and both of them were instantly keyed on the one man with his hackles raised.
 
“You realize your destiny is but one command away at this point?  And everything will be caught on camera, so there won’t be any doubt… which destiny you chose.”
 
The woman was as cool as a midwinter breeze coming off Lake Superior.
 
Even the dogs seemed not too stressed.  But all three men were suddenly sweating and backing away.
 
“If you’d like to apply for membership, please visit our website,” she told the men as they scampered back inside of the oversized truck they had arrived in.
 
“Except you,” she said pointing a long finger at the oily man full of obnoxious demands.
 
“If either Alex or Louis sniff you out again… you’re as good as dead.”
 
Emily’s smile was genuine, but full of pity and no small degree of spite.
 
But for all of that, she was still a very beautiful woman.
 
“Oh, and dears.  You should know… membership at The River is lifetime.”
 
 
 
 
 
 
(to be cont.)
 
 
 
© Raena Exe 2023
 
 
*All characters, places, and events are completely fictional.
*All rights reserved.

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