Nell stood at the entrance to the living room and looked at the dead body, under which a bloody stain spread across the expensive carpet. She looked at Morton, who knelt beside the body and turned it over. Nell involuntarily took a step back and pressed her hands to her mouth. She was afraid to look at the terrible bloody wound on her neck, but Morton’s gaze fixed on her was even more terrible.

Chapter 1. Nell.

This was the first man she led to her room in the last three days. They climbed the narrow creaking stairs and walked along a narrow corridor to the very end, past a multitude of doors that caused the sounds of lust and pleasure.

Nell opened the door with a key and went inside, the man followed her, looking around in a small room, which contained only a bed, a chest of drawers, a wash basin and a small table by the window. The curtains were down, and there was a twilight in the room.

- Want to be light? I can light the candles, ”Nell said in a soft voice, turning to the client.

“Light enough for me not to miss,” he answered with a smirk, unbuttoning and taking off his coat, then a vest.

Nell did not help him, in most cases, men came to such as she, not for affection and kisses, but to shove her penis into an accessible body, and she immediately recognized such people.

The man unzipped his pants and pulled out a member. Realizing that she would have to work to alert him, Nell knelt and raised her shirt with her hands. Her face was opposite to his average size member, sticking out of the folds of his trousers. She wrapped her arm around the base, instinctively comparing it with other members, and slightly shook from side to side.

“You have a beautiful cock,” Nell lied, looking up at the man who watched her actions with impatience.

- So what are you waiting for? - He threw in response.

Nell gently licked his head, then went down to the base and made her way from the scrotum to the bridle. She closed her eyes and stretched out her hand to her pussy to caress the clitoris and moisturize. She licked a member of the client with a skillfully imitated pleasure and delight, cheering up his foundation. She saw how a man kicks from the movements of her tongue, from the way she licks his eggs, sucking them, from the way she turns her tongue around his head, caressing protruding above the barrel edge.

Nell understood that he wanted her to take it in her mouth and did not keep herself waiting. She had to open her mouth, as with a movement of her hips, a man poked his head at him, pushing it inwards. She held her breath and felt how he pressed into his throat. Cock filled her mouth, not giving the opportunity to caress his tongue, so she just squeezed her lips tightly and allowed the man to move himself. She felt every tubercle, every vein on the trunk, which slid over her lips, breaking as far as possible into her larynx.

Then the man abruptly pulled out his penis, slapping them on her lips, and, clutching Nell by the shoulders, he lifted and pushed him to the bed. She didn’t need to explain, she lifted her skirts up with a quick movement and lay back on the bed, lifting and spreading her legs bent at the knees. The man immediately settled between them, a hand sent a member between the folds of her labia, pressed and under the loud moan of Nell, plunged into the female womb to the ground.

“Show me your bosom,” he said after several attacks.

When Nell unbuckled the bodice and released two full breasts with pink nipples, the client made an incomprehensible sound and swallowed saliva. The movements of his penis have become faster and impetuous. Customers always liked her breasts, they loved to hold on to them.

A man puffing over her bowed his head and wrapped his lips around his nipple, clinging to him.

"Maybe he misses mommy," thought Nell, continuing to pry his hips and making moans of passion.She wrapped her arms around his buttocks, squeezing them with each immersion.

The touch of the tongue to the nipple has long been abandoned in her body by waves of pleasure. She closed her eyes and continued to portray the pleasure. Every man comes to this house to satisfy his lust, but everyone must leave, confident that only he could satisfy the prostitute and remain in her memory. That was the rule.

Not letting the nipple out of his mouth, the man ran his hands under Nell's buttocks and began to go deeper and more furiously into her, pressing into her body. With each movement, Nell moaned more and more often until her moans drowned out his sniffing, turned into a growl. And now, when the orgasm covered him with all his strength, he finely twitched and bit down on the exhausted nipple, causing Nell to wince in pain.

While he was shooting cum in her bosom, Nell hugged and stroked his back with her hands.

“God, how good I was,” she whispered in his ear in a broken voice when he finally pulled away from her chest and lifted her head, “like never before.”

The man slowly pulled the member out of her body, raised himself and knelt between her legs. Nell reached out with his hand and touched the bottom of his stomach, caressing him while the man tried to catch his breath. Then he wiped the member with the edge of the sheet, got up and tucked it into the pants. While he was dressing, Nell straightened her skirts and corsage, collected bedclothes and threw him on the floor beside the bed.

“Well, you earned them,” said the man, handing her money, which was a little more than she requested.

When she saw him off to the street, the man seized the moment on the narrow staircase and cupped Nell’s chest through the fabric with his hand, squeezing it tightly.

“I'll come to you again, Sweetie,” he whispered in her face and left the house.

I wonder why he called her Candy, Nell thought. She was so called not for the first time. Did she really cause them to associate with something sweet, or had her nickname already been assigned to her?

Returning to the room, Nell went to the sink and pulled out a funnel and a jar of solution. After that, she lay down on the floor, raised her legs to the wall and poured the solution into the vagina. A few minutes later, a girl of about 13 entered the room, knocking softly, collected dirty sheets from the floor and laid them on the bed, then left without saying a word.

“Someday, she will take my place,” thought Nell, looking at the door that had closed behind the girl, then got up and wiped the leaky liquid with a towel.

Nell was 16 when the hostess brought her first client to her. But she had already been trained in everything that a woman could do in bed, so that the man would leave satisfied and come back again. The girls were allowed to observe the work of other prostitutes in order to know in advance what to say and how to understand what the client expects of them. They also explained to girls how to avoid pregnancy and to recognize the disease at an early stage.

Despite this, many of those whom Nell knew aborted and died from syphilis. Some were not lucky with customers, they were forced to engage in all sorts of perversions or beaten to a pulp.

Nell was the most beautiful girl who worked for Josephine de Borj. The brothel mistress herself once worked on the street, and was sold extremely cheaply and did not stand out among others, then her name was Mary Hawkins. She became Madame de Borzh much later when with one of her regular clients from among the thieves she took custody of other girls from her area and opened the “Paradise apples” brothel. The brothel consisted of a residential part, where the girls settled, and a small tavern, where men could drink and choose a little face for themselves.

When an orphaned 7-year-old Nell, starving and sick, was picked up on the street by one of the prostitutes and led to her mistress, a mob, thieves, beggars, policemen hung out in a brothel. Services were inexpensive, some were provided free of charge. Girls were often crippled, most were sick with venereal ailments.

By the time Nell had blossomed, and they began to show her clients more often, “Paradise apples” turned into “Paradise sweets”, the interior was renewed, and among the visitors were mostly middle-income people, ...