Madam Heath

The madam floated through the tasselled door in a funk. Snarling and spitting obscenities at the girls, her mouth raw from glittery chewed leaf tobacco. The girls, half nude, were lolling together like a sheaf of corn, so it was hard to see where one limb ended and another began. Random long limbs attached to beautiful bodies, exquisite faces, the atmosphere rife with a mixture of anticipation and anxiety. The madam, like a sparrow-hawk swooping down on the prey, spoke out in a sing-song voice.
'There is a feud going on and I do not intend to be the vanquished. I have seldom had need to turn to men for protection in this MY BUSINESS, and I do not intend to break the habit of a lifetime. So, beware that from now on, things are going to get pretty nasty around here. Now I am off to sound the gong. You all know the drill'.
With that pronouncement Madam Heath swept out and all the girls began quietly twittering and trilling.
The gong sounded three times and number three girls went out to meet her first john of the night.

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