Clockwork Courtesan Ch. 02 - Evangeline

He's a very peculiar man, Evangeline thought to herself as she watched Lila correct her posture before sitting across from the newcomer. She offered a nod of approval as Lila smiled while pouring whiskey into a glass. Good girl.

Evangeline began to saunter through the parlor, her eyes drifting slowly about the room. Her left hand rested, poised, on her hip while her head turned from right to left, though her gaze frequently returned to Lila. She took pause, catching the flicker of surprise on Lila's face as she slid the glass of whiskey towards her company. Lila's expression quickly transformed from one of bewilderment back to one of practiced seduction.

Evangeline resumed her stroll, the frilly hem of her dress softly gliding about the floor. Her eyes fell on Clara, perched atop the lap of a regular patron -- Clockwork Magistrate McDougal. A man who clawed his way to the top of the power chain and was now in charge of the entire judicial system that governed the country. His hand rested possessively on Clara's bottom, softly curving and extending his fingers as he stroked her over her pantalettes. Clara's hand slid under his slightly unbuttoned shirt to stroke his chest hairs. She leaned in close as he conversed with other political figures and laughed at rumors of a potential uprising from the lower working class.

On the steps, Violet walked arm in arm with an elderly gentleman, her posture graceful and steady. She kept a pleasant smile on her face as her pace matched his. A polished cane with a ticking, bronzed clock knob helped the gentleman's shaky legs steady themselves as he readied for another step. Violet's smile never faded as she kept conversation flowing with ease. She was a fresh face from the batch of new girls that arrived earlier in the month, but her pleasant attitude and inviting smile had already made her a Courtesan favorite, especially among the retired, well-off widowers who mostly came just for stimulating conversation with a pretty face.

At the tables closer to the back wall, Sabine wrinkled her nose in irritation as she, along with four other girls, set pints of beer in front of loud machine factory workers, who here to spend what little money they had on drink and a pair of thighs. One man, clearly too deep in his pint, slapped Sabine hard on her rear. This caused a slew of profanities to slip from her tongue as she threw beer in his face. The man shot up and pushed the table he was sitting behind away from him.

"You bitch!"

His hand grabbed Sabine's arm, pulling her close to him and shaking her roughly.

"Get off of me you filthy brute!" she shouted as she tried to release herself from his grip.

Before Evangeline could even take a step towards the confrontation, large hands grabbed the drunk patron's dirty collar and pulled him away from Sabine. The worker was suddenly airborne, eye level with what looked like a giant. The worker's boots scraped against the floor as he was lifted with ease, as if he weighed no more than a feather.

"Let me fucking go!" the worker yelled as he clawed at the hands that kept him suspended in the air, trying to pry them off of him.

"Young man, I think it would do you well to remember your manners when you walk into this establishment," a deep growly voice warned. "Now, you best get out of her before I decide to not be nice and break your hands."

The worker was then roughly dragged to the front of the Clockwork Courtesan. The large hands threw the man out as patrons inside heard the worker land on the ground with a loud thud before the doors shut behind him. Faint curses were heard before they were drowned out by the sudden downpour of rain. The large handed individual turned to return to his original standing place as he passed Evangeline.

"Thank you, Clive," she said as she gently stroked his muscly back, showing gratitude for his protection. The bearded giant kept his stern composure as he tipped his flat cap to her, one made of worn brown leather with a pair of goggles fastened to the brim. The goggles were brass rimmed, one lens scratched while the other fitted with a small gear.

"Just doing my job, Miss," he replied before returning to his corner post to resume his position as the hired muscle man. Evangeline gave a small nod and made her way to where the ruckus occurred. She kept her composure, knowing shouts or added profanity would help the already tense situation. Her eyes scanned the girls first, most wide-eyed and slightly shaking, but otherwise unharmed.

"Go and grab some rags to clean this mess up," She said in a hushed tone to the girl closest to her, who gave a quick nod and darted away. "Now, gentlemen," she began as she placed her hands on her hips. Her tone was laced with warning. "It seems we may have left our manners at the factory this evening." There was silence as one of Evangeline's hands dropped from her waist to the table in front of her. The warm light of the gas lamps danced upon her cleavage, the swell of her breasts pressing against the tight edges of her corset.

"Most of you are regular patrons here," she continued, "and I know that you are a group of hard working men. Long hours, sore hands and aching backs for very little pay. You come here for a break and we gladly give it to you."

There were soft murmurs of agreement between the men as they seemed to enjoy the verbal appreciation of their hard work.

"But do not let comfort fool you into forgetting yourselves," she added, the little bit of sweetness on her tongue replaced with the sharpness of iron. "Your friend that was tossed out is no longer welcome, and if I see a rough hand laid on one of the girls again, I'll personally drag you lot out by your ears into the mud myself."

One man snorted a laugh, trying to hide it behind his mug. Others sat up straight, their eyes pointed to the floor in shame. The rest nodded in understanding. Evangeline straightened her posture as her mannerisms softened to break the tension.

"Now, let's get this mess cleaned up and another round of drinks on the table." Evangeline observed as the casualty of conversation resumed between the men, while the girls wiped their rags across the tables to clean up the spill. Her gaze drifted to Sabine who kept a scowl on her face as she picked up spilled pint mugs from the floor. "Sabine... a word with you please."

Sabine let out a harsh sigh of annoyance as she set down the empty mugs and followed Evangeline as she turned to make her way out of earshot.

"It wasn't my fault," Sabine snapped. "He put his damn hands on me. What was I supposed to do?"

"Use your words," Evangeline said as she folded her arms. "You know the rules. If a patron gets rough, you shout loud enough for Clive to take notice. You don't throw a pint in the man's face in a room of already drunk men looking for a spectacle."

Sabine scoffed. "So I should have just allowed him to treat me like trash?!"

"You watch your tone," Evangeline warned. "And do not twist my words. You had every right to be furious, and I am proud of you for not submitting to horrible treatment... but you do not get to risk all of our necks just because your pride was hurt." Evangeline's tone was sharp but her expression remained poised.

There was a brief pause, then Sabine gave a stiff nod. "Yes, ma'am".

"Mr. Tom will be hearing about this in the morning. Now clean up the rest of this mess. You will be the main one spending the rest of the evening attending to the needs of these workers. Every table. Every drink. With a smile."

Sabine's jaw fell. "You cannot be serious. I am being forced to stay with that smelly lot?"

"Oh I am very serious." Evangeline took a step closer to Sabine and lowered her tone so no one else would hear. "And if any of them make an offer, you will be the first to accept, provided they have the coin for it."

Sabine opened her mouth again to object, but bit her tongue as Evangeline gave her a glare, the fire in her eyes daring Sabine to try and refuse her punishment. Silence filled the space between them before Sabine stormed away, her heels clacking on the floor as lightning followed her steps to the table of laughing men. She nudged a girl out of her way as she grabbed a tray off the table and made her way with a huff to the bar for refills of beer.

What am I going to do about that girl? Evangeline thought to herself. As she finished her roundabout of the parlor, her eyes darted to the chairs where Lila and the newcomer were seated, only to find them empty. Her heart fluttered for a brief moment as she felt a wave of anxiety in the pit of her stomach, followed by a tinge of regret. Maybe she should have taken the man herself. Before she could really beat herself up about her decision, a familiar voice caught her attention.

"Good evening, Evangeline."

A smile formed on her face before she even turned.

There he stood: Mr. Alistar Pembroke.

Tall, well groomed, and the very picture of a long line of established wealth. His ginger hair was neatly parted and swept back; his thick beard was perfectly trimmed. He wore a finely tailored waistcoat of maroon silk, embroidered with silver threadwork in the shape of gears. A fitted black frock hung from his shoulders and a silver timepiece swung from his pocket as he walked. The face of the timepiece was engraved with black Roman numerals and tiny shifting cogs could be seen working behind the glass.

"Alistar," Evangeline greeted him with a mutually received kiss on the cheek. "I thought you had returned home for the season."

"I had," he replied as he removed his frock. "Family affairs have brought me back. My youngest brother's engagement-- endless formalities and even worse company." He chuckled to himself as he tossed his frock over his arm. "But I could not imagine returning without seeing you."

Evangeline gave a soft smile, hiding the sudden pit in her stomach that came from Alistar's reason for his return. "You always have a way of making your fondness of me sound so sincere."

"And your presence has a way of making me truly sincere, my dear." He stepped closer to her, radiating that familiar sense of charm. "Tell me. Do you think you can spare some time to indulge a weary traveler? Or do you have other duties occupying your time?"

For a brief second, Evangeline's thoughts turned to Lila, that sense of unease returning. But she didn't dwell on it. Not now. "For you Mr. Pembroke, I believe something can be arranged." Alistar reached out to grab her hand and raised it to his lips, planting on it a soft kiss. "Wait here my darling," Evangeline purred as she made her way towards the bar. She made brief eye contact with Lucian as he placed Mr. Pembroke's preferred drink of choice in front of her: Martell brandy. Taking the decanter in her hand, she cradled it against her corset as she made her way back to where Alistar stood. She took his hand and led him towards the stairs.

Her eyes scanned the room until they landed on who she was searching for. "Aurelia," she called with authority. A short haired brunette looked up from her seat next to a stream wright general and politely excused herself with a gentle touch on his arm.

"Yes?" She responded as she stopped in front of Evangeline.

"You are in charge until I return. If things start to get rowdy, you yell for Clive. Understood?"

Aurelia nodded. "Understood."

"Good girl," Evangeline smiled, then turned to Alistar. "Shall we?"

She ascended the stairs with Alistar close behind, his gaze fixated on the sway of her hips. As they reached the top step, the pair turned left and made their way to the last room of the hall: The grand suite. Their suite. Evangeline barely had time to glance over her shoulder before she was pulled in for a passionate kiss. Her breath caught in her throat as her free hand fumbled behind her, searching for the doorknob. With a twist of her wrist, the door swung open, allowing the two of them to stumble backward into the room.

The door clicked shut behind them, muting the sounds of the parlor below. Alistar held her close, letting the kiss linger as one hand cradled the back of her head. He took a brief pause to catch his breath and rested his forehead against hers, his voice low and rough. "Have you missed me as much as I've missed you?"

Evangeline smiled against his lips while her hand glided up his chest, feeling the firm muscles hidden under his shirt. "You have no idea." Alistar handed her his frock, and she draped it neatly over the seat in front of a large desk across from the bed. She slowly walked back to him with a teasing glint in her eye. She kept eye contact as she raised the decanter of brandy to her chest and uncorked it, allowing its rich scents to fill the air. Slowly, deliberately, she raised the hem of her emerald dress and let a trickle of the amber liquid pour down the curve of her thigh to run down her stocking and bare skin.

Alistar's eyes darkened with lust and hunger. Without hesitation, he dropped to one knee before her, steadying her hip with one hand while the other raised her leg to him. His mouth found the trail of brandy and his tongue licked upward, savoring the flavor of both the liquor and her skin. Evangeline's breath hitched as she slid her hand into his hair, gripping it softly as she tilted her head back and let out a low, sultry, sigh.

"You are a wicked, wicked woman." Alistar's voice was rough with desire as he murmured against her thigh.

"And you would not have me any other way," she purred. She watched as Alistar carefully undid the lace of her shoe. He slipped it off and placed it beside him, returning his hands to the lacey top of her stocking. He rolled it down her leg with a deliberate slowness as he planted soft kisses on her newly bare skin. He repeated his actions on her other leg, and Evangeline allowed him a brief moment of indulgence. After a few seconds, Evangeline stepped back, a teasing smile on her face as she placed the decanter down on the bedside table. She turned back to him and began undoing the polished brass buttons of his waistcoat -- one by one -- savoring the anticipation in his eyes.

She worked with a deliberate, slow grace -- as if she had all the time in the world, and he was her toy to play with at her leisure. She slid the garment from his shoulders, allowing it to fall into a crumpled heap on the floor. She gently pushed him back onto the soft mattress and straddled him effortlessly, her eyes never leaving his. Her hands smoothed over the fine lines of his shirt, tracing the outline of the tense muscles beneath.

Alistar reached for her instinctively, perhaps to touch her, perhaps to hasten her pace, but she caught his wrists and pushed them down towards his sides.

"Ah, ah," she teased. "You know better." Alistar gave a breathless laugh and kept his hands still, surrendering to her command. He knew that in this room, it was Evangeline who decided how their evening would unfold. He wouldn't dare spoil their little game by taking control. She leaned down and placed a featherlight kiss on his neck before sitting back up, her dress fanning out around his hips. Her fingers played with the top button of his shirt before playfully undoing it. She slowly undid the remaining buttons and pushed his shirt open, biting her lip as she observed the hard lines of his torso, dusted with freckles.

The rain outside tapped steadily on the window glass, providing a soft, rhythmic backdrop to the heat that thickened between them. With Alistar now half dressed under her, Evangeline slowly undressed herself. She kept her eyes on him as she, with perfect poise, undid the lace on the back of her corset. Her fingers worked with ease as the fabric loosened. She let the garment fall from her body and tossed it on the floor. Alistar stared intensely as she rose from his lap, her full breasts teasing him as they jiggled under the fabric of her dress. She stood to the side of him, and he raised himself up on his arms to watch, transfixed, as she moved her hands to the back of her dress. She carefully unfastened and pushed her dress down from her shoulders and waist until she stood before him in nothing more than her chemise.

"Your turn," she whispered. She watched as he slowly rose from the navy blue velvet sheets, towering over her. He slowly removed his shirt then dropped his hands to the fastening of his trousers. He wasted no time pushing them down his toned thighs, stepping out of them, and standing still before her. His cock stood at attention as he watched Evangeline remove her chemise, finally standing naked before him. For a brief moment, no one moved. They took this time to let their eyes roam, becoming familiar once more with the beauty of each other's bodies.

Evangeline lowered herself to her knees as she took his cock in her hand. She gently stroked, pulling a soft moan from the man above her. She looked up at him and saw his head flung back, clearly enjoying the first of her many touches. She stuck her tongue out and licked from the base of his shaft up to the tip, circling her tongue around his sensitive head. She heard a heavy, satisfied sigh as her lips kissed the head of his cock. She took his head into her mouth and continued to swirl her tongue around it as she used her hand to slowly stroke him. This earned her more satisfied sighs. Alistar looked down at her, and his breath caught at the sight. Her striking green eyes were staring up at him as her full pink lips began to take the length of his cock in her mouth, pleasuring him in a way only she knew how to. His mouth fell agape as she entranced him with her talents. She kept her gaze as she stopped her actions and slowly rose to stand before him.

"Lie down," Evangeline commanded, and Alistar happily obliged. Evangeline gracefully followed him onto the bed and straddled him again. A soft gasp fell from her lips as she felt his cock twitch under her. She knew he was more than ready, but she would make him wait just a little longer. She placed her hands back on his chest and let her nails scrape gently along his skin, raising a shiver from him. She relished the sight: the composed, well-bred Mr. Pembroke undone under her hands, utterly at her mercy.

"Tell me Alistar," she said, a smile playing on her lips. "How is your dear wife faring these days?" He let out a dry, humorless laugh.

"She is, as always, blissfully unaware and annoyingly tedious," he responded. Evangeline chuckled as she reached for the decanter once more.

"Poor thing," she teased. "To have such a prize and not know how to make proper use of it." Alistar could only groan as his knuckles turned white from how tightly he gripped the sheets beneath him, the last thread of his reserve unraveling. Evangeline tilted the decanter above her chest, allowing the liquid to once again trickle out of the glass and spill down onto her breasts. Alistar's breath hitched as he quickly rose to lick the sharp alcohol away like a man dying of thirst. He latched onto a nipple, causing Evangeline to let out a soft moan.

The roof creaked gently under the weight of the intensifying storm, matching the intensity of the passion in the room. The soft moan of thunder rolled into the night, a sound representing the fever building between them. The pouring of brandy ceased as Evangeline's control began to dissipate. Alistar remained latched onto her nipple as she leaned over him and quickly placed the glass bottle on the table. Her fiery hair tumbled down around her shoulders as she began to grind herself on him, her wetness lubricating his desperate cock. Every roll of her hips drove him mad and his hands, desperate for her touch, roamed on her soft thighs. He dared not seize control, no matter how badly he wanted to.

She moved against him slowly, purposefully. His head fell back onto the pillow and a guttural moan escaped him. She trailed soft kisses along the side of his neck, savoring the loud, wild pants she elicited from him. Alistar could take no more as he looked up at her with raw desperation, his voice a hoarse plea.

"Please, Evangeline," he whispered. Evangeline grinned wickedly as she gripped his jaw with her hand, forcing him to look into her eyes. Her gaze was dark and possessive, like a feline ready to pounce on her prey. Her thumb traced a slow, affectionate line on his chin.

"Please what, my darling?" she asked as she flicked her tongue out to trace a hot, deliberate line across his lips, sending another shiver throughout his body.

"End this torture. Enough teasing, I beg you. I need to be inside you," He begged, that last thread of his reserve finally undone. She kissed him hard and fiercely. Alistar finally allowed his hands to roam wildly about her delicious body, grabbing at every bit of her. She rose above him and grabbed his cock in her hand, guiding it back and forth between her slippery lips. He groaned intensely again as he felt his heart beating dangerously hard in his chest. She finally gave him release as she slowly lowered herself down on his length. They moaned wildly into each other's mouths as she began to grind her pussy. He roughly grabbed the back of her head, his hand tangling roughly in her hair as she intensified her movements. She winced at the pain but did not dare tell him to stop.

"You'll be the death of me woman," Alistar groaned through gritted teeth. Their faces remained intimately close as his other hand gripped one of her ass cheeks before giving it a hard slap, causing Evangeline to squeal. She quickly rose up on top of him and placed her hands on his chest. Her head fell back, the ends of her hair tickling his thighs as she began to bounce up and down on his cock. He roughly palmed her breasts as he raised his hips, meeting her as she bounced down onto him. She dug her nails into his chest, causing Alistar to hiss as he gave his own wicked smile. She rose from his lap, climbing off of him and placing herself on all fours.

He kissed her shoulder as he rose up from where he lay to position himself behind her. He wasted no time as he inserted himself back inside her wet pussy. He leaned down and planted kisses on her back as he withdrew his cock before thrusting himself back in, grabbing her hips to pull her back onto him. Wild moans fell from Evangeline as she felt him fill her to the brim, each thrust sending sparks of pleasure throughout her entire body. She missed this; she missed him. Alistar straightened his posture as he fucked his little whore as hard as he could, working himself into a sweat. He moaned loudly as he felt Evangeline's hands cupping his balls; she knew this always sent him over the edge.

Alistar's moans grew louder and more frequent as he felt Evangeline tighten around him, drawing him closer to his release.

"Get on your knees," Alistar commanded as he quickly pulled out of her. Evangeline slid off the bed in one swift motion and obediently opened her mouth, waiting for her reward. Alistar moaned wildly as he pointed his cock towards her open mouth, letting ropes of cum shoot out onto her lips. Evangeline stuck out her tongue, catching the salty liquid. Droplets fell from her tongue onto her chest, which she wiped up with her fingers and licked. She looked up at Alistar as she stood up, watching him fall back on the bed, completely spent. She licked her lips clean before joining him on the cool sheets and resting her head on his chest. He kissed her forehead softly.

"My dear, one day you will be the death of me."